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Chapter 495: Story of Yanxi Palace Er Qing 28

Her words were like magic, instantly igniting the raging fire in Qianlong's heart. He suddenly pressed Er Qing under him, and the hot kiss fell like a violent storm, with an unstoppable domineering force.

Er Qing responded enthusiastically, wrapping her slender arms tightly around Qianlong's waist, as if she wanted to rub him into her body.

The temperature in the bedroom rose sharply. The gauze curtains on the dragon bed swayed gently as the two people rolled over, covering up the beautiful scenery.

Qianlong's kiss poured down like a rainstorm, with a domineering attitude that conquered everything. Er Qing could feel his rapid breathing, and the hot breath sprayed on her ears, arousing waves of numbness and tremors.

"Qing'er, I want you..." Qianlong's voice was hoarse and low, with suppressed desire.

Er Qing did not speak, but expressed her affection with a more passionate response. Her slender fingers dug deep into Qianlong's back, as if she wanted to embed him into her body.

The temperature in the bedroom was getting higher and higher, and the gauze curtains on the dragon bed were shaking violently, as if they could also feel the irrepressible passion between the two.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing panted, with a barely perceptible hint of pain in her voice.

Qianlong paused, raised his head, and looked at the person under him. Er Qing's face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and there was a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes, which made his desire to conquer her even stronger.

Qianlong lowered his head again and kissed Erqing's lips. This time his kiss was no longer rough, but with a hint of pity and tenderness. He carefully traced the shape of Erqing's lips, as if he was tasting a rare treasure.

Er Qing felt mixed emotions as she sensed the changes in Qianlong.

She had long understood that in this deep palace, only power was eternal, and Qianlong was her shortcut to power.

Qianlong looked at the person under him, who was like a flower wet by rain, delicate and weak, yet with a broken beauty that made people feel pity.

He did not stop because of this, but became even more excited, like a hunter who had captured a rare prey and wanted to take it for himself.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing moaned weakly, with a hint of pain and begging in her voice. But the more she did this, the more excited Qianlong became, as if all her resistance was an invitation, a tacit consent.

"Qing'er, you are my woman, and you can only be my woman!" Qianlong growled in her ear, his tone filled with unquestionable dominance.

"Your Majesty, please..." Er Qing's voice became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness gradually became blurred, but she could still feel the heavy pressure on her body and the unbearable pain.

Qianlong turned a deaf ear to her words. His eyes were filled with endless desire, as if he wanted to crush Er Qing into pieces and embed her into his own bones and blood...

The morning light shone through the window lattice, casting a golden glow, but it could not illuminate the lingering ambiguous atmosphere in the bedroom. Qianlong had already stood up, looking energetic, wearing a dragon robe, and his former majesty was even more proud.

On the other hand, Er Qing was like a flower that had been ravaged by a storm, lying helplessly in the messy quilt. Her snow-white skin was covered with red marks, like a blooming red plum, silently telling of the madness of last night.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing moved her body slightly, which affected the wounds on her body, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

Qianlong turned around when he heard the voice and saw Erqing's appearance. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the pleasure of conquest. He walked to the bedside, reached out and stroked her swollen lips, with a barely perceptible smugness in his tone: "Why, my beloved concubine, are you blaming me for being too reckless last night?"

“It hurts…” Er Qing’s voice was as weak as a wounded animal, and seemed particularly pitiful in the empty bedroom.

She tried to prop herself up, but found that her whole body was sore, especially the part below her body, which felt like tearing pain and made her gasp.

When Qianlong heard Erqing's voice, he came back to his senses from the passion of last night.

Qianlong looked at Er Qing's pitiful appearance, and the pleasure of conquest in his heart gradually faded, replaced by a touch of heartache.

He couldn't believe that he had been so rude last night and had tortured this delicate girl so badly.

"It's my fault. I was too reckless last night." Qianlong said softly, with a hint of self-blame in his tone.

He carefully helped Er Qing up, letting her lean against his chest, and then called the palace maid to prepare hot water and medicine.

The palace maid brought the warm medicine and Qianlong dismissed his attendants.

The warm towel gently rubbed across her skin, bringing a tingling sensation. Er Qing bit her lower lip, trying not to make any sound, but every part of her body was screaming in pain, especially her private parts, which were burning with pain.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of hoarseness, like a dodder swaying in the wind, delicate and pitiful.

When Qianlong heard her voice, his movements became gentler. He looked up at Erqing and saw that her cheeks were flushed and there were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked so pitiful that he felt a strong desire to protect her.

"Does it still hurt?" Qianlong's voice was low and magnetic, as pleasant to the ears as a cello, completely different from the rude voice of last night.

Er Qing bit her lower lip and shook her head gently, not daring to look Qianlong in the eye.

He picked up the ointment beside him, gently picked up a little with his fingertips, and applied it on Erqing's red and swollen skin. The cool ointment brought a sense of relief.

Qianlong only felt a heat rising from his lower abdomen, and fragments of last night's memories flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope. Er Qing's charming face and passionate moans made his Adam's apple roll up and down and his mouth dry.

He looked away with great effort, not daring to look at Er Qing's pitiful face again, for fear that he would no longer be able to control the beast in his body.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing's voice was as weak as a wounded kitten. She reached out and grabbed Qianlong's sleeve, with a hint of uneasiness and pleading.

Qianlong took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, held her hand with his backhand, and said softly: "I'm fine, just a little hot, you should have a good rest first."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand, stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

The cool morning light filtered into the bedroom through the carved window lattices, giving the mess in the room an ambiguous golden hue.

Qianlong stood by the window, letting the cold wind blow on his face, trying to dispel the lingering heat in his body.

"Your Majesty..." Er Qing's delicate voice came from behind, with a hint of laziness and hoarseness from just waking up.

Qianlong turned around and saw Erqing had already put on her pajamas and was holding onto the edge of the bed, trying to stand up. Her face was pale, her lips were slightly swollen, and there were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, which made her look even more pitiful.