Song Jing, also known as Wu Jing, is the territory that the Song Wang Wu family has guarded for generations. The Wu family was a true witch girl a thousand years ago. The ancestor of the Flower Palace was the concubine of the ancient holy emperor, and the palace where he lived was called Flower Palace.
This shows how long the rule of aristocrats in another world is evident.
Since being blamed by De Ji, Long Xiang obediently stopped riding a horse, and instead worked day and night in the car, resulting in the bed sheets on the big bed in the car being washed three times a day, making the maids shy whenever they saw the sheets covered with lotion, love juice and semen.
On this day, bleak voices came from the dragon car of the Huazhigong family, which made the Ji warriors accompanying him distracted. When they thought of the unparalleled beauty of the owner, they felt that their lower body was itchy and gently rubbed their honey lips on the saddle.
It has been traveling on the dragon car for more than ten days. Long Xiang has visited all the warriors of Ji, which can be said to be a song every day.
At this time, in the spacious carriage of the dragon car, six strong-bodied girls with beautiful breasts lined up, holding the wall with their hands bent, and raising their buttocks high. Each vagina was stuffed with a false penis to prevent the semen from oozing out. A carrot was even stuffed into the vagina like a prank. The semen slowly dripped down the emerald green vegetable stem, and the orange flesh soaked in the honey liquid seemed extremely lewd.
The exhausted Deji and Xiangji hugged each other and lay on the wet bed, looking at Long Xiang's exercise with hazy eyes.
Long Xiang held a horse whip. Whenever a girl relaxed due to orgasm, she would gently whip it. The slight pain deeply embedded the lust into their bodies, making them unable to stop. They could only moan loudly and vent their surging lust.
In the past few days, Long Xiang's lower abdomen became bigger, and what followed was a tide of spring. Unfortunately, there was no noble in the team, so she had to press the thickest false sun deeply against the mouth of her uterus every day to relieve the hunger in her lower body.
Long Xiang looked at the girls and was about to reward them with a dragon spear, the maid driving shouted: Lord, Song Jing is coming, please prepare early!
Long Xiang had to let the girls go. The warriors took out the false sun with some regret and began to pack up.
The maid who ran to serve gently pulled out a thick false penis from Long Xiang's body. A large amount of vaginal fluid was squeezed out, making her lower body shine with a shiny luster. She was slowly closed by the extended vagina like a petal. In the end, only a pink and tender slit was left tightly wrapped by the fat and tender vulva, like an uninformed virgin.
The maids washed Long Xiang's body and slapped incense powder. After wearing it, the convoy also arrived at the station site specially arranged by Song Jing for Long Xiang and his party.
As soon as she got off the car, Long Xiang was stunned by Song Jing's snow scene, and the pure aura from the world instantly made her mind that was addicted to desire completely clear.
Long Xiang turned around and scolded the samurai Ji who looked at her with his mèi eyes and said: What are you waiting for?Go and send someone to inform Song Jing, and the rest of the people will set up camp on the spot!Everyone was so awe-inspiring that they all left.
After a while, the embrace of the rituals came and asked Long Xiang if he had entered the capital now.
As a son of man, you should meet him immediately.
So Long Xiang was invited to the carriage and left.
On the high heaven in the distant city, a tall figure looked at the coming carriage from afar.
Hehehehe, I finally waited for you, my sister...
The Emperor of Flower Palace, only the old woman was treated well, but most of the people in Beijing practiced the order to organize the people to collect food.This ghost weather is so heavy that it snows just in September, and I wonder how many people are going to harm.
In the carriage, an old woman with an orange-covered face was talking to Long Xiang.
When did the snow start falling?How wide is the scope?Is there snow in Huazhigong County?Long Xiang asked his most concerned question.
Your Highness doesn't know?But there is snow in the north, but the Palace of Flowers is worry-free.
Long Xiáng breathed a sigh of relief and felt quite ashamed. He was addicted to sexual matters for several days, but he was even ignorant of such major events. He was really ashamed of being a king.
Silently all the way, the two soon arrived at the Palace of the Song Kingdom.
The palace of the Song Dynasty is called Ningcui Palace. Like the mansion of Flower Palace, it is the Forbidden City that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. It is higher in specifications than Flower Palace. It is really five steps and one pavilion, and it is extremely skillful.
A beautiful woman with long pink hair stood at the end of the pavilion, looking at Long Xiang with loving eyes.
The only memories of childhood told Long Xiang that this is the current king of Song, the county lord of Wu County, the title of Dakun Empire, and another mother of his life.
Long Xiang knelt down with a hint of excitement and said: Long Xiang, the county lord of Huazhi Palace, has seen Your Highness.
The woman raised her eyebrows with a hint of complaint and helped Long Xiang up and said: You kid, are you blaming me? Why are you so disgusted?
Long Xiang stood up and looked up at his relatives.
I saw a gentle beauty with skin like cream and eyes like bright stars looking up and down curiously, and when I saw her lower abdomen, I couldn't hide my joy.
In this world, the main provider of human genes is maternal rather than paternal, and it is almost completely inherited in hair color and pupil color. Therefore, Long Xiang and King Song are not very similar in appearance, but have the same sexy and charm in body shape.
In fact, there is no concept of father in this world, but it is closer to matriarchal society. He only knows his mother but not his father, and does not value the relationship between father and son.
But Song Jun and Long Xiang's mother only have one lover in their lives, which makes the relationship between them much closer.
When Long Xiang was introduced into a cabinet, King Song chatted with her family like a mother who had met her daughter for a long time. She had no airs of being a leader, which moved Long Xiang a little.
Your Highness, Xiang Ji and De Ji are also pregnant and come with me, but the carriages and horses are exhausted all the way, so I asked them to rest for one night and come to visit Your Highness again tomorrow.
King Song took Long Xiang and sat on the couch together and said: If you call me Your Highness again, you will be together. If I give birth to you with your mother, you should call me mother too.After saying that, he looked at Long Xiang with anticipation.
Long Xiang's face is as thick as a wall on weekdays, but at this time he felt a little embarrassed and said softly: Mother, Mother.
Song Jun was overjoyed and hugged Long Xiang and said, "Good daughter, I finally recognized my mother."Then he sniffed Long Xiang with his Qiong Nose and said with a wicked smile: You kid, you don’t look like your mother at all. You smell like a kitten in heat. This is a good thing just done.Let me guess, the children in Deji and Xiangji's belly are probably yours...
Long Xiang, who had been free all the way, immediately blushed and said stutteringly: It may not be mine...
King Song smiled and said: I am still worried about your loneliness after your mother passed away. Do you seem to be living a happy life?
This was the first time Long Xiang was teased since she grew up, so she looked around at a loss. She found a painting hanging on the wall of Yashi. The two characters in the painting made her feel quite familiar. One of them was even wearing the armor given to her by Master Fukuze.
Discovering Long Xiang's sight, King Song said: This painting is your grandmother and my mother, Song Ji and Yu Ji.Song and Yu have been in friendship for thousands of years. During my mother's generation, they were even one country. Both families and three generations combined with each other and gave birth to children. This is a beautiful story among the countries.
Long Xiang thought to himself, it was true.Master Fukuzawa had reminded her before that reorganizing the affairs of the two countries was one of the key points of this trip.
Long Xiang thought about it, then said nothing and waited for the King of Song to come.
Seeing that Long Xiang was not in the trap, King Song said: Seeing that the sky was going to dark, he stayed in the palace for dinner, just in time to recognize your sisters.
Long Xiang nodded and said: Then I will disturb my mother.
This shows how long the rule of aristocrats in another world is evident.
Since being blamed by De Ji, Long Xiang obediently stopped riding a horse, and instead worked day and night in the car, resulting in the bed sheets on the big bed in the car being washed three times a day, making the maids shy whenever they saw the sheets covered with lotion, love juice and semen.
On this day, bleak voices came from the dragon car of the Huazhigong family, which made the Ji warriors accompanying him distracted. When they thought of the unparalleled beauty of the owner, they felt that their lower body was itchy and gently rubbed their honey lips on the saddle.
It has been traveling on the dragon car for more than ten days. Long Xiang has visited all the warriors of Ji, which can be said to be a song every day.
At this time, in the spacious carriage of the dragon car, six strong-bodied girls with beautiful breasts lined up, holding the wall with their hands bent, and raising their buttocks high. Each vagina was stuffed with a false penis to prevent the semen from oozing out. A carrot was even stuffed into the vagina like a prank. The semen slowly dripped down the emerald green vegetable stem, and the orange flesh soaked in the honey liquid seemed extremely lewd.
The exhausted Deji and Xiangji hugged each other and lay on the wet bed, looking at Long Xiang's exercise with hazy eyes.
Long Xiang held a horse whip. Whenever a girl relaxed due to orgasm, she would gently whip it. The slight pain deeply embedded the lust into their bodies, making them unable to stop. They could only moan loudly and vent their surging lust.
In the past few days, Long Xiang's lower abdomen became bigger, and what followed was a tide of spring. Unfortunately, there was no noble in the team, so she had to press the thickest false sun deeply against the mouth of her uterus every day to relieve the hunger in her lower body.
Long Xiang looked at the girls and was about to reward them with a dragon spear, the maid driving shouted: Lord, Song Jing is coming, please prepare early!
Long Xiang had to let the girls go. The warriors took out the false sun with some regret and began to pack up.
The maid who ran to serve gently pulled out a thick false penis from Long Xiang's body. A large amount of vaginal fluid was squeezed out, making her lower body shine with a shiny luster. She was slowly closed by the extended vagina like a petal. In the end, only a pink and tender slit was left tightly wrapped by the fat and tender vulva, like an uninformed virgin.
The maids washed Long Xiang's body and slapped incense powder. After wearing it, the convoy also arrived at the station site specially arranged by Song Jing for Long Xiang and his party.
As soon as she got off the car, Long Xiang was stunned by Song Jing's snow scene, and the pure aura from the world instantly made her mind that was addicted to desire completely clear.
Long Xiang turned around and scolded the samurai Ji who looked at her with his mèi eyes and said: What are you waiting for?Go and send someone to inform Song Jing, and the rest of the people will set up camp on the spot!Everyone was so awe-inspiring that they all left.
After a while, the embrace of the rituals came and asked Long Xiang if he had entered the capital now.
As a son of man, you should meet him immediately.
So Long Xiang was invited to the carriage and left.
On the high heaven in the distant city, a tall figure looked at the coming carriage from afar.
Hehehehe, I finally waited for you, my sister...
The Emperor of Flower Palace, only the old woman was treated well, but most of the people in Beijing practiced the order to organize the people to collect food.This ghost weather is so heavy that it snows just in September, and I wonder how many people are going to harm.
In the carriage, an old woman with an orange-covered face was talking to Long Xiang.
When did the snow start falling?How wide is the scope?Is there snow in Huazhigong County?Long Xiang asked his most concerned question.
Your Highness doesn't know?But there is snow in the north, but the Palace of Flowers is worry-free.
Long Xiáng breathed a sigh of relief and felt quite ashamed. He was addicted to sexual matters for several days, but he was even ignorant of such major events. He was really ashamed of being a king.
Silently all the way, the two soon arrived at the Palace of the Song Kingdom.
The palace of the Song Dynasty is called Ningcui Palace. Like the mansion of Flower Palace, it is the Forbidden City that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. It is higher in specifications than Flower Palace. It is really five steps and one pavilion, and it is extremely skillful.
A beautiful woman with long pink hair stood at the end of the pavilion, looking at Long Xiang with loving eyes.
The only memories of childhood told Long Xiang that this is the current king of Song, the county lord of Wu County, the title of Dakun Empire, and another mother of his life.
Long Xiang knelt down with a hint of excitement and said: Long Xiang, the county lord of Huazhi Palace, has seen Your Highness.
The woman raised her eyebrows with a hint of complaint and helped Long Xiang up and said: You kid, are you blaming me? Why are you so disgusted?
Long Xiang stood up and looked up at his relatives.
I saw a gentle beauty with skin like cream and eyes like bright stars looking up and down curiously, and when I saw her lower abdomen, I couldn't hide my joy.
In this world, the main provider of human genes is maternal rather than paternal, and it is almost completely inherited in hair color and pupil color. Therefore, Long Xiang and King Song are not very similar in appearance, but have the same sexy and charm in body shape.
In fact, there is no concept of father in this world, but it is closer to matriarchal society. He only knows his mother but not his father, and does not value the relationship between father and son.
But Song Jun and Long Xiang's mother only have one lover in their lives, which makes the relationship between them much closer.
When Long Xiang was introduced into a cabinet, King Song chatted with her family like a mother who had met her daughter for a long time. She had no airs of being a leader, which moved Long Xiang a little.
Your Highness, Xiang Ji and De Ji are also pregnant and come with me, but the carriages and horses are exhausted all the way, so I asked them to rest for one night and come to visit Your Highness again tomorrow.
King Song took Long Xiang and sat on the couch together and said: If you call me Your Highness again, you will be together. If I give birth to you with your mother, you should call me mother too.After saying that, he looked at Long Xiang with anticipation.
Long Xiang's face is as thick as a wall on weekdays, but at this time he felt a little embarrassed and said softly: Mother, Mother.
Song Jun was overjoyed and hugged Long Xiang and said, "Good daughter, I finally recognized my mother."Then he sniffed Long Xiang with his Qiong Nose and said with a wicked smile: You kid, you don’t look like your mother at all. You smell like a kitten in heat. This is a good thing just done.Let me guess, the children in Deji and Xiangji's belly are probably yours...
Long Xiang, who had been free all the way, immediately blushed and said stutteringly: It may not be mine...
King Song smiled and said: I am still worried about your loneliness after your mother passed away. Do you seem to be living a happy life?
This was the first time Long Xiang was teased since she grew up, so she looked around at a loss. She found a painting hanging on the wall of Yashi. The two characters in the painting made her feel quite familiar. One of them was even wearing the armor given to her by Master Fukuze.
Discovering Long Xiang's sight, King Song said: This painting is your grandmother and my mother, Song Ji and Yu Ji.Song and Yu have been in friendship for thousands of years. During my mother's generation, they were even one country. Both families and three generations combined with each other and gave birth to children. This is a beautiful story among the countries.
Long Xiang thought to himself, it was true.Master Fukuzawa had reminded her before that reorganizing the affairs of the two countries was one of the key points of this trip.
Long Xiang thought about it, then said nothing and waited for the King of Song to come.
Seeing that Long Xiang was not in the trap, King Song said: Seeing that the sky was going to dark, he stayed in the palace for dinner, just in time to recognize your sisters.
Long Xiang nodded and said: Then I will disturb my mother.
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