An Qixi roared in her heart, don't mess around, that was my lady's first kiss! She didn't even give it to that bastard in her previous life, so why... why was it inexplicably taken away by an antique man she had never met before?

What? Her little face was pale and green, and she didn't know what was going on. Finally, a shallow groan escaped from her throat, so low that it was unnoticeable, but he stopped all movements.

Panting, she looked at the red and swollen mouth that she had kissed. There was deep pity in her cold eyes, but more of it was ecstasy. She was still so raw and delicious, no, she was even sweeter than before! So sweet.

He wanted to eat her right away!

"Yiyi, does it hurt? It won't hurt if you kiss her. Kiss her gently..." Beitangxian was completely immersed in the ecstasy of finally meeting each other and finally holding the beauty in his arms. He was not in a hurry to meet her face to face. He wanted to

In the bridal chamber, he took her apart layer by layer and made her completely his own.

The soft and delicate kiss with his delicious and unique breath fell densely on her lips. An Qixi suddenly wanted to laugh. This antique man is really... a bit childish! But he is so childish and cute!

An Qixi felt in her heart that this best man was not worthy of being wronged. That stupid woman An Chuyi didn't want the good man who loved her so much. What did she want? Could it be that the childhood sweethearts and affectionate love for so many years were just the smoke of the past?

How will this man with sincere and pure love collapse when he learns the truth? She suddenly resents An Chuyi, who is indeed the most poisonous woman in the heart. Why did she get the love of the good-for-nothing prince?

If her boyfriend in her previous life was one-third as affectionate as this man was to An Chuyi, then she wouldn't have to be so sad.

She was swaying along the way, but she was as steady as a rock in Beitangxian's arms. Her thoughts around her body were completely filled with this man's powerful and unique aura, and her ears were listening to his low, cold and charming magnetic voice telling him about his experiences in the past two years.

The interesting things I saw and listened to him endlessly whispering "One by one, my one by one" An Qixi was so depressed that she suffered from internal bleeding and a third-level concussion.

She was so dizzy that she suddenly regained her clarity and immediately mourned for her future fate. It was not difficult for her to hear from his words those warriors who fought in war with bloodlust, and she would not underestimate his wisdom and intelligence.

She had no doubts about the iron-blooded methods of this iron-blooded prince. Even though he was disabled, a skinny camel was bigger than a horse. It would be easy to kill her as a substitute bride.

"Prince Xian's Mansion has arrived." Until the evil voice of the blacklisted beauty that An Qixi hated was heard from outside the carriage, An Qixi finally had to accept the tragic fact of being liquidated. The curtain of the carriage was opened by that sinful but white hand.

, An Qixi’s invisible direction, Huang Ziyuan’s face was against the light, making it difficult to see his expression, and his eyes were curiously and playfully looking at her wedding dress.

"Here we are. Let me hug you." Huang Ziyuan bent down and stretched out his hands to take the beautiful figure in Beitangxian's arms into his arms. His movements were smooth and natural...you're welcome!

Huang Ziyuan himself didn't even notice, but that brief hug made him have endless aftertaste along the way, and even had some lightning speed, just to arrive at the door, as agreed with Beitangxian in advance, the bride,

Carry him into the palace with you!

Beitang Xian, who was whispering softly all the way, was nostalgic for the nephrite Wenxiang in his arms. His sword eyebrows were frowned unconsciously. He was so naturally reaching out to Huang Ziyuan that he even squinted his eyes slightly in a sign of impatience and ignored Huang Ziyuan directly.

He stretched out his hand, hugged the delicate body in his arms tightly, and whispered softly in her ear: "Be good, you will be the princess to be married to my Beitang Xian Ming matchmaker soon!"

When he finished speaking, he didn't explain, but directly handed the silent An Qixi into the hands of Huang Ziyuan, who didn't feel any embarrassment at all. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a half-smile on his lips: "Yuan, she is mine!

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Huang Ziyuan was just a little bit happy at being held in his arms by Beitang Xian, but suddenly he was scolded by Beitang Xian's simple words. His peach-blossom eyes flickered in and out, jokingly: "Yes, soon this little

The beauty will be labeled as Beitang Xian, oh, how honored I am to be able to embrace Princess Xian in my lifetime."

It was so cynical, but it could not be disgusted. Beitang Xian's thin and cold lips curved in a perfect and domineering arc, his sharp and cold eyes finally narrowed, and he slowly lay down on the carriage. Huang Ziyuan then hugged the silent An.

Come out on Chinese Valentine's Day.

An Qixi's little face was red and purple under her kerchief, and she roared in her heart: I am my own, not someone else's. She would have kicked you long ago! Arrogant!

She was really disgusted with the arrogance and tyranny of men in these ancient societies. The cheap dad was like this. In one sentence, she had no room for resistance and had to marry him. Now it is like this. Does Beitangxian say that what is his is his?

Of course not! Hum, you will not want her right away, because she is not that selfish and poisonous woman at all!

Prince Xian's Mansion is at the foot of the Imperial City. It is the closest residence to the Imperial Palace. It covers a large area and is also paved with a red carpet. The thick purple gold door is widely opened, and the mansion inside is filled with endless red. There are guests on both sides of the door.

There was no end in sight when we reached the house. The crackling firecrackers sounded deafeningly and endlessly, drowning out all the noise.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers and light smoke, the tall and handsome Huang Ziyuan walked forward with his delicate body in his arms, while four strong men behind him lifted out Beitang Xian, who was dressed in a bright red wedding dress!

When the sun shone brightly around Beitang Xian's figure, the most beautiful man after two years, the blood-faced King of Hell of the Beihe Dynasty finally appeared in the eyes of everyone for the first time, but this time, the once proud little prince

His Highness Sun was carried out.

He is still handsome, so handsome that he does not look like a mortal. He seems to be sleeping, his slender body is wrapped in a red wedding robe, and his smooth chin may be tightened into a stiff arc due to the sunlight, as if he is a stroke of God.

The facial features outlined by the pen are exquisite and have a touch of indifference, the long eyelashes cast a clear shadow, and the long hair has a strand of restless floating in the space between the lounge chair and the ground. It is so elegant and agile that it is sad.
Chapter completed!