Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

The night of the big night is destined to be wild and unsettled, and of course, everyone will be late the next day, it should have been early in the morning. On the way to the palace, the Queen Mother of the Queen Mother, Ling Jingxuan, was not seen in the sky. Zhu Guan was nervously looking at the hall for a long time, seeing the clouds too, even the little masters who had never got up were not nervous, he could only helplessly Sigh, turned and busy with his own.

In the neat room, the clothes are scattered everywhere on the floor, and there seems to be a passion for the air. The innermost carved bed, two men are sleeping with their necks, and the delicate quilts are tightly wrapped around their bodies. A little bare skin on the neck reveals traces of blue-green hickey, looming under the cover of scattered hair.

"Ok"

The man close to the inside screamed unconsciously, and his body was like a sore person who had been dismantled and reorganized, so that he frowned when he was still asleep, and his man opened his eyes and was put under his head. The arm was paralyzed and unconscious, but his face was covered with lameness, and the other hand gently passed over the frowning peak of the other side. The fingertips pressed gently, and the man seemed to be comforted and comfortable. I made a sigh, moved my body and prepared to go to sleep, but the sore body was not moving. It was sour and not good, especially the lower body, as if it was not my own.

"Well, it hurts..." The brow that just stretched out was wrinkled again, unconsciously making a spoiled cockroach, and the eyeballs turned gently under the eyelids.

"Where is it hurting? Is it here? I will help you."

Hearing his pain, the man's hand slid into the quilt and slipped to his waist. The gentle button on his lower back, the man sleeping in his arms opened his eyes: "Shu Xiaohua?! How come you?" In my bed?"

Yes, they are not others. It’s just Yan Xiaohua and Si Kongyu. After they returned to the house last night, they did it without saying anything. Yan Xiaohua was stupid and decisive, from top to bottom, from inside to outside. Eat clean.

"I am your man, who is in your bed?"

Yan Xiaohua smiled and smiled. Peach eyes locked him. He knew that he would do this, but he didn't regret it. He would do it no matter how many times he would, because he is his, they will return to this step sooner or later. .

"Damn, I mean... it hurts..."

Sikong’s low curse wanted to stand up and sit up, but the body moved a little, and the mourning sound spread throughout the room. Sikong’s backhand held his sore back, and he thought about what they did last night. Damn, the waist seems to be no longer his own, and there is that place, along with his movements to prop up the body, as if something has flowed out, realizing what may be, the fullness of the unhappiness turned into shame, he actually Let those things stay in his body... No, who is allowed to touch him casually?

"What's wrong? Or is it uncomfortable? Do you want to take a bath? You fainted last night, I simply cleaned it for you, and maybe it was cleaned up."

Sitting up distressedly, Yan Xiaohua’s hand touched it on his naked body, and he touched his ass, and Sikong’s blushing face waved him: “Don’t touch me, I will wash."

He glanced at him, and Sikong barely endured the pain of his body and sat down. The quilt covering him was falling down. The naked body was covered with dense hickeys, and the chest was still red and swollen until now. Not to mention, Sikong is ashamed to hate to find a hole in the hole, and the brain that is gradually moving seems to be against him. The scene of passion is slipping through his mind, and he is so angry that he can’t add any more. Damn, he didn’t refuse it last night. He was forced to say a lot of words that he shouldn’t say in his passion. When he remembered those, he couldn’t help but slap himself.

"Oh, I am wrong, don't regenerate my anger, okay?"

Didn’t be discouraged by his refusal, watching him look like a blushing cheek, Yan Xiaohua leaned up and gently glared at him. He knew that he had complaints in his heart and knew that he was doing too much. He had The time of his life slowly compensated him, but he can no longer let him hide from him. The arrival of Sikong’s arrival made him flustered, he could not lose him.

"Get out of the way, I am going to the bathroom."

It is not so much that he is angry, he is drunk on him, it is better to say that he is angry with himself, because Yan Xiaohua has opened his mouth and does not listen to the heart, but now they have reached this point, he needs to think calmly. I think, what to do next, forgive him for sure is inevitable, but his heart still has a grievance, so he let him go, he will be even more unhappy.

"珏"

Yan Xiaohua was slightly injured and let go of him. He turned to the silent quilt and got out of bed. He took a cloak and put it on his body before he slid him up. "I will take you there. Oh, I can't let go. Something you may not know, I loved you a few days before I saved you, but at that time your servant came in, and I didn’t realize that you were already in my heart, so I let you go, but after a few months, you will appear in front of me again. God knows how excited I am at that time. I know because I am stupid and think that it hurts your heart, but I still can’t let you go, this life. It is impossible."

On the way to the bathroom, Yan Xiaohua looked at the front with deep gaze, and said with absolute certainty, Sikong looked up at his side face, saying that being unhappy is a lie, if not loving him too much, How can he marry him with a grand prince? No matter how disgusted he was in these years, even his evil words, supporting him to stay is a love for him. Now he knows that he is just like him. He loves him at first sight. The sweetness in his heart dilutes his resentment. On his shoulders.

"Let me calm down alone."

Closing his eyes, Sikong’s calm voice rang quietly. In fact, even if there was no drunkenness last night, he planned to solve the problem between them as soon as possible, because it was not until yesterday that he realized that his delay It has already seriously affected the children. This is not just a matter for both of them. He cannot let the child continue to be uneasy.

"Oh, I love you!"

Gently put him in the bath, Yan Xiaohua leaned over his forehead and kissed gently, turned and left naked, and Sikong looked at him and his figure disappeared into sight. The whole person could not lean on the edge of the bath. The right hand lifted his eyes and blindfolded. He didn't know what he was doing. He changed it to a few months ago. If Yan Xiaohua was willing to do this to him, even if he was to die, he would be willing, but... what changed? He, let him more and more demanding their feelings?

"Oh... Jing Xuan, you are right, people are not easy to satisfy, and because of your influence, I have higher requirements for this relationship."

In the mind, Ling Jingxuan’s figure floated, and Sikong laughed out. He finally found the reason. He also married another man in a man’s gesture. Ling Jingxuan was obviously happier than him. He could say no to Yan’s relationship. Hey, as long as they stand together, even if they don’t do anything, they feel that they are very loving, very loving, and no one wants to insert them. They look at their state every day, I don’t know. In the sense, he was also affected, and more and more emotionally pure.

What he didn't know was that Yan Xiaohua didn't go far, just guarded him outside the bathroom. Every word he said, he listened to his ears, thinking about Yan Ruirui and Ling Jingxuan, almost letting others have no space. The feelings that can be drilled, he finally knows what his cockroaches want, the fists hanging on the side of the body unconsciously clenched, and Yan Xiaohua, who leans back against the wall, turns to face the bathroom: "Hey, what you want, I am willing to give it."

After the speech, Yan Xiaohua, who is still naked, turned away and he will prove to everyone that he is no worse than the Nine Emperor, and that the Nine Emperor can give the Nine Emperor, he can also give the Secretary!

At the same time, Yan Xuanli also staged the mourning of Ling Jingxuan. The difference is that he did not have the grievances of the singer, just because of the sore warning issued by the over-exerted body. Yan Yanrui, who looks like a lame, is like a successful cat. In the same way, he took it to the hot spring to clean and relax, and massaged his body gently with the help of the hot spring water until he stopped crying, and then took him back to the bedroom to help him put on his clothes.

"Is it still hurting?"

Putting him in front of the dressing table, Yan Ruirui gently embraced him from behind, and his eyes noticed his face from the opposite bronze mirror. Ling Jingxuan smiled and shook his head: "It is much better."

Last night, he was not drunk and unconscious. He knew everything about the process of passion. He was constantly teasing him. He would ignore his later begging for mercy throughout his body. How to say, excessive indulgence The body is indeed a bit sore, but more is still happiness and satisfaction, as long as the person who makes love with him is him, even if he is indulgent every day, every day is sore, he is willing.

"Let's have a good rest at home today. Let's go to Houfu tomorrow to give the emperor a happy New Year."

In the past, when he was a Chinese New Year, he was not at the border. He was directly in Houfu, and there was no New Year’s greeting. But this year is different. He has his own wife and children. With his family, he no longer has to worry about his uncle. They are gone.

"Well, I didn't go to the palace in the morning. It is estimated that there are many people in the New Year who want to break their mouths."

Ling Jingxuan nodded and grinned. Every year on the New Year's Day, a graded woman had to go to the palace to give the Queen Mother a gimmick. Originally he was going to go there. I didn't expect to sleep at noon, the women who broke their mouths. I don't know how to arrange him again.

"Take what they say, and care for them is equal to self-depreciation."

Yan Ruirui propped up his body and leaned over to pick up the comb of the dressing table. Since they were together, as long as he was at home, he followed the promise of the year and personally helped him to manage his hair. He was absent for one day.

"I didn't have much time to pay attention to them, but sometimes it was inevitable that some of them were annoying. After a few days, the Chu family broke out. Let's start the new year."

With his hands on his side, Ling Jingxuan enjoyed the service of Yan Ruirui comfortably. After he finally confirmed the idea of ​​Chu Yunhan, he began to solve the Chu family. When calculating the time, they were almost in the middle of it.

"Oh, uh, you are busy helping others plan all day long. When can you give this king a plan?"

Yan Ruirui helped him with his help, while he was helplessly laughing. After he helped him fix the golden crown, Ling Jingxuan turned and looked up at him: "I don't think you need a place for me to help you plan."

This is undoubtedly his highest trust in his ability. Yan Ruirui also frowned at the same time: "Why didn't you have it? One day you have to send all the outsiders in Wangfu, and the king really has nothing to help you plan." It is."

To put it bluntly, he still feels uncomfortable with those who do not leave in the palace.

"Ha ha."

Ling Jingxuan did not answer, just looking at his sneer, Yan Ruirui helplessly sighed and bowed his head, including his lips, really, nothing but their home Jingxuan.