Chapter 39: Words Don't Mean
Rong Jinyou held his forehead and turned sideways to look at the handsome young man whose mind was full of love.
"Ah Chen, since you are so worried, just follow your heart. After all, your father loves you the most."
Of course, Lord Su didn't dare to really embarrass him.
Rong Jinchen's expression turned stern. "Second brother, I won't compete with you. I just want to be with you day and night and see the beautiful scenery of Daqin." His dark eyes looked fixedly at Rong Jinyou who was wearing the prince's casual clothes.
Rong Jinchen really had no interest in the throne. His second brother was his biological brother from the same father and mother. Besides, what was so good about being an emperor?
My father has been working from dawn to dusk reviewing memorials, and he is already old.
The most important thing is, if he goes to court every day to review memorials, how can he spend more time with Qingqing?
He also promised to take her to see all the beautiful mountains and rivers!
Rong Jinyou cursed with a smile, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Got it, brat, don't act crazy in front of me when you're drunk, get out of here now."
His tone was full of disdain, but his eyes were filled with tears.
He was born a prince, and too many people pushed him forward.
But he is also a human being, he will also get tired, and the road to succession is full of bones.
He could only trust his own brother, who was born of the same mother and had the same father and mother.
He believed that no matter who had the last laugh, neither would attack the other.
Ah Chen didn't have that thought. Rong Jinyou's eyes darkened when he thought of this. Prince Jin...
Under the illumination of exquisite and gorgeous palace lanterns, the boudoir furnishings are low-key and luxurious. The air is quietly filled with the sweet fragrance of a young girl, mixed with the delicate scent of the avocado tent.
Su Zhenzhen took off her bun, letting her hair down, and wore a white cotton shirt and pants. Her cheeks were rosy and tender, smooth and delicate like a peeled egg, and just looking at her made people want to take a bite.
The girl's voluptuous figure made the man in the dark's Adam's apple roll heavily, and his phoenix eyes flashed with strong aggression.
She was about to walk towards the bed, but she found a big man sitting on it.
"Ah..." Su Zhenzhen was so frightened that her face turned pale. The blood color faded from her originally snow-white face, and the sound that was not uttered was covered by Rong Jinchen's big hand.
She blinked her wet eyelashes as she looked at him, the corners of her eyes slightly red, and her pitiful look was so beautiful that it was shocking.
Rong Jinchen was stunned for a moment, then leaned over and kissed her sweet and soft cherry lips.
The girl's waist was slender and could be grasped by the man with one hand. His hand was pinching her lower back while supporting her slender neck and round back of the head.
Su Zhenzhen felt the warm and soft touch on her lips, and he gently caressed her lower back. Sensing the man's suggestive movements, her face flushed and she parted her cherry lips slightly...
The body was filled with the faint smell of alcohol, the faint smell of the man's own hormones, and his light and slightly bitter cedar scent, which was strangely addictive.
The young man's hot body temperature was transmitted to the girl's soft and plump body through the brocade robe, and she lost her strength in his lingering kiss.
Su Zhenzhen leaned softly on his strong and powerful chest, her eyes were moist and she glared at him with a look that seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his slender waist with an unsteady breath, "Chenchen, why didn't you say hello? You're scary, so scary!" She pouted as she spoke, and her swollen lips looked very seductive.
Rong Jinchen looked at the girl's cherry lips that seemed so tender that they could be pinched to produce water, and her dark eyes that were deep and filled with emotions that she was familiar with. His throat tightened and became so dry that it seemed as if smoke was coming out.
Without answering her question, he moved closer to suck her sweet saliva.
The girl's lips were blocked, her breathing was rapid, her eyes moved, she was gasping and sobbing, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her charming and beautiful little face was so beautiful that it was captivating.
Su Zhenzhen gradually became addicted to the intimacy of their lips and tongues, and concentrated on the man's increasingly skilled kiss.
Before she knew it, she was carried and placed on the bed.
This bed, where only she had slept, was marked by the tall, oppressive man who had forcefully left his mark.
Su Zhenzhen unconsciously curled up her feet, and her snow-white nails, like small pearls, were embedded in her soft and smooth feet. She was petite and had small feet.
It's not even as big as a man's palm, and it's not the kind with bound feet.
Rong Jinchen lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's pair of white and tender little feet placed on the light green silk bed sheet. His Adam's apple rolled heavily twice, and he suddenly closed his eyes tightly. His gaze followed her soft arms around his neck with difficulty and fell on Su Zhenzhen's delicate and tempting little face.
Su Zhenzhen's face was flushed. Why did Rong Jinchen look at her so strangely?
She lowered her eyes shyly, looking at the exquisite brocade robe on the man's chest, counting the patterns on it.
Her eyes gradually moved from his robe to the man's tall, straight, muscular lines on his shoulders and back.
Rong Jinchen had broad shoulders and long legs, his muscles flowing smoothly without a trace of excess fat. His dark brocade robe was a stark contrast to the fresh, pink, and understatedly luxurious furnishings in Su Zhenzhen's room.
Holding the warm and soft beauty in his arms, Rong Jinchen curled the corners of his lips slightly, feeling very warmed in his heart.
Time passed slowly, and the wick in the warm yellow candlelight burned, making a slight popping sound.
There are stars dotted outside the house, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled in this luxurious and quiet Fuyun Courtyard. The breeze is gentle, and the pleasant spring breeze blows through the flowers and plants in the courtyard.
The man in the room, illuminated by candlelight, had an already handsome face. His well-defined features looked gentle under the soft candlelight.
As the saying goes, when you look at a beauty under the lamp, even her beauty that is 70% becomes 100%.
Su Zhenzhen looked into his dark eyes, which were very tender and moving. He looked at her passionately, as if there was only her reflection in his eyes.
She felt her heart skip a beat. Looking at the handsome face of the man approaching, she breathed slightly faster and wondered distractedly, why are his eyelashes so long?
It's all going to be like her.
Rong Jinchen looked at her sparkling eyes as she looked at him calmly, feeling amused and proud of his good looks.
He leaned over to look at her, their eyes meeting, very close to each other.
His long, slender hands with distinct knuckles grasped her round, fair shoulders. Their breaths entwined with each other, as if they were intimate. He said softly, "Qingqing, I miss you so much."
Su Zhenzhen was slightly stunned, looking at the man's handsome face so close to her. His high nose bridge always made her, who was well-read, fantasize. His affectionate phoenix eyes looked at her with love, which made it hard not to be obsessed with him.
The thick and curled eyelashes drooped gently, like a small fan made of feathers, scratching the man's heart and making it itchy.
The lazy and charming voice could vaguely be heard with a crisp tone, "I miss you too, Chenchen."
No way.
They had just separated at noon.
Why do you think so?
Rong Jinchen pursed his lips, realizing that her words were not sincere, but what he wanted was the result.
He reached out and touched her little face, "Qingqing, why did you go to bed so early today?"
It is only half past the hour of Xu (that is, eight o'clock in the evening).
Su Zhenzhen buried her little face in the crook of his neck, rubbing it subconsciously and nestling tenderly in his arms.
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