Qin Dynasty snare people

Yangcheng, South Korea.

The autumn wind is cool and the sunshine is gentle. Whether it is blowing or basking in the sun, it is extremely pleasant and makes people feel refreshed both physically and mentally.

Compared with the comfort outside the house, the atmosphere inside the house seems a bit hot and makes people breathless.

I don’t know how long it took.

Luo Yan hugged Da Siming and stroked Da Siming's soft hair. He didn't know why. He liked to stroke the woman's hair afterwards, especially this kind of pure natural hair, which felt particularly smooth.

It's addictive.

Da Siming's cold and arrogant expression could no longer be stretched. There were a few rouge-like clouds floating on his cheeks, and his eyes were full of charm. He pursed his lips tightly, with a bit of stubbornness, as if he didn't want to be in Luo. Yield in front of Yan and beg for mercy.

Just very stubborn.

As an old saying goes, the more times you use it, the more resistance you will have.

This may be the case with Da Siming.

Luo Yan sighed in his heart, but he advised with great concern: "If you feel uncomfortable, scream out. Holding it in all the time is not good for your health."

At this moment, Luo Yan was like a spiritual mentor, helping the burdened woman to channel her inner feelings.

The words and actions are very gentle, and whoever uses them knows it.

"You're dreaming!"

Da Siming's voice was slightly hoarse, and he retorted in a low voice, expressing his uncooperation.

"Actually, I like your stubborn look the most."

Luo Yan was not annoyed. His palms slipped down and he caressed Da Siming's slender waist. A smirk appeared on his face as he stroked it, and he teased.

Da Siming's expression was indeed very interesting, and Luo Yan was very reluctant to accept it.

Da Simingmei stared at Luo Yan, in disbelief. Luo Yan had always forced her to scream in the past, and he also tried hard to tease her for this, but now he said this, which was obviously another trick on her.

This guy, Da Siming was extremely angry for a moment, his eyes were a bit colder, and he seemed unwilling to say anything more.

She and Luo Yan really had nothing to say.

A wrong choice will inevitably have a bad result.

Luo Yan didn't give Da Siming a chance to get angry.

Come again? !

Da Siming felt the change in Luo Yan, and a trace of panic appeared in her eyes. She was a little overwhelmed.

Can't stand it!

…

at the same time.

Xinzheng, General's Mansion.

In the main hall.

Ji Wuye asked the dancers and singers to retreat. He frowned at the urgent secret message sent from the border in his hand. When he saw Ji Yihu's signature on it, his eyes narrowed. Although his son was incompetent, he was definitely not that kind. Waste, otherwise he would not have placed Ji Yihu at the border, commanding tens of thousands of troops.

Trash can't do this.

What's more, those 100,000 elites on the Korean border are Ji Wuye's family!

Why did Yihu suddenly send me a message?

Could something have happened? !

Ji Wuye's heart tightened, and the movements of his hands were a little faster. He quickly opened the envelope and started reading. When he saw a name on it, he couldn't help but stand up suddenly, with a serious look on his face and a murderous feeling. Yi couldn't help but burst out.

The next moment, in Mo Ya's sight, he crushed the envelope to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, his expression was a little hesitant, his murderous intention slowly converged, his eyes flickered, and he was pacing back and forth, as if he was thinking about something important and hesitant.

"this……"

This was the first time Mo Ya saw Ji Wuye's expression, and he couldn't help but guess what happened.

He also glanced at the letter just now, so he naturally knew who sent it.

Ji Wuye's only son Ji Yihu.

Mo Ya was naturally no stranger to Ji Yihu. He had even interacted with him several times. His personality was the same as his own, and even more rampant. Relying on his status as a major general, he acted unscrupulously on the South Korean border and had no control over it. Dare to provoke anyone.

But this time, what kind of message did Ji Yihu send that could make Ji Wuye look like this?

Mo Ya hadn't seen Ji Wuye's expression for a long time.

Half an hour passed.

Ji Wuye narrowed his eyes, with a somewhat stern look on his face, and sat back on the main seat boldly, staring at Mo Crow, and asked: "Is the Blood-clothed Marquis still in the Snow-clothed Castle?"

"exist!"

When Mo Ya heard the words, although he was confused in his heart, he responded instinctively.

Ji Wuye showed hesitation on his face, but soon, the hesitation disappeared, and he made a decision in his heart.

No matter what tricks Luo Yan wants to play, he has to accept this invitation.

"Go and make arrangements. The general is going out for a trip. Don't let anyone know."

Ji Wuye looked at Mo Ya and ordered in a deep voice.

"……yes!"

Although Mo Ya was confused, he did not ask, and responded respectfully. He knew that he could not ask more about things that Ji Wuye did not say. Knowing too much about some things would not be good for him.

"Go get ready!"

Ji Wuye waved his hand, but the solemn look on his face never dissipated. He knew very well that Luo Yan's invitation was definitely not a good thing, but Ji Wuye really needed to think about the future.

Mo Crow stood up and walked outside the house, wearing tight black clothes that showed off her beautiful figure.

He's still the same slutty guy as always.

. . . . . . . . . . .

At night, Yangcheng.

Luo Yan stood at the window wearing a long robe, facing the moonlight and watching the news coming from the beam, and fell into deep thought. He currently couldn't understand what Lord Long Yang was going to do. After Zeng, the king of Wei, was dismissed from his position, he stayed at home. During this period, except for Wei Lingshu, the sixth prince of Wei, no one else was there.

If Luo Yan hadn't known that Wei Lingshu was a womanizer, he almost thought...but it didn't seem impossible.

He shook his head slightly.

Luo Yan straightened his thinking. In the past few days, Wei Zeng issued several edicts, hoping to reinstate Lord Long Yang to his post and continue to serve the Wei State, but Lord Long Yang always refused.

"It can't be that after the old lover died, he didn't miss Wei Guo anymore, right?"

Luo Yan couldn't help but murmured.

After a moment, Luo Yan threw this idea away.

The rumor turmoil has started and cannot be stopped. Based on his understanding of Mei Sanniang, she will definitely not swallow it. This woman has an extremely hot temper in the original work, and this is still her temper more than ten years later. Even more Not to mention now.

Young people, especially young people practicing martial arts, have a hot temper.

Just like Luo Yan, he also has quite a lot of anger.

Luo Yan also investigated a lot about Mei Sanniang. The general who was played to death by King Wei and Wei Yong was Mei Sanniang's adoptive father.

Can Mei Sanniang endure this kind of revenge for killing her father?

Although the murderer is dead, Wei State is still there. How can we not cause some trouble?

What's more, this is just Luo Yan's first step, the next step is the key, and Long Yangjun should not be able to react to this step. As long as he can't react, he will definitely not be able to withstand the incident after it happens.

"Time is running out, I hope Ji Wuye can be smarter~"

Luo Yan counted the days and couldn't help but murmured in his heart. Then he crushed the letter and looked at the stars in the sky. For a moment, his mood drifted far away.

Inexplicably, I miss Xinzheng's sister-in-law, Zi Nu and others.

"what's on your mind?"

Da Siming appeared next to Luo Yan at some unknown time. He opened his thin lips and asked lightly. Because Luo Yan was so absorbed in watching, she was a little curious.

Luo Yan glanced at Da Siming under the moonlight. At this moment, Da Siming was wrapped in a silk satin that looked like a bathrobe, wrapping his body, revealing a charming touch of snow. His delicate collarbones and fragrant shoulders were flushed with a blush. Her slightly damp hair was hanging casually behind her back, it was obvious that she had just finished taking a shower.

She supports her waist with one hand, like a model, highlighting her proud and tall figure.

She didn't mind being looked at by Luo Yan. Once she got used to it, she got used to it. Now there was nothing Luo Yan hadn't seen.

Secondly, after a day of hard work, Da Siming was not afraid of Luo Yan coming again and was numb.

"You probably aren't interested in the news from Wei."

Luo Yan smiled, put his arms around Da Siming's waist, hugged her and leaned against the window sill, smelling the fragrance of Da Siming's body, and playing with Da Siming's scarlet palms. For Da Siming's hands, , he was indeed quite interested.

There are several types of Yin-Yang techniques in the Yin-Yang family that are particularly overbearing, and the Yin-Yang combined mudra practiced by Da Siming is one of them.

Wei State?

Da Siming's heart moved slightly, but he stopped asking. These things really had nothing to do with her, but his cold and beautiful eyes were fixed on Luo Yan, and he said sarcastically: "Why don't you continue to write a few letters to you in South Korea?" Those sweethearts sent over? They are very close this time."

Considering the distance between Yangcheng and the royal capital Xinzheng, if you drive quickly, it will take most of a day to arrive.

If you use Qinggong to travel, the speed will be faster.

"What, are you jealous?"

Luo Yan raised his brows, reached out and pinched Da Siming's delicate chin, and teased.

"I'm not interested."

Da Siming sneered and did not bother to answer Luo Yan's question. He stretched out his hand to open Luo Yan's hand and raised his chin slightly. Sister Yu was full of aura.

Jealous?

This problem does not exist at all with Da Siming.

I exported so much in vain.

Luo Yan expressed doubts about the term "long-term love". Some women are just white-eyed wolves and can't feed them enough. It's difficult to handle.

"I thought you had fallen in love with me."

Luo Yan tightened his arms around Da Siming's waist and chuckled.

Holding Da Siming's weak and boneless waist, his hands felt a little restless.

Da Siming stretched out his hand to hold Luo Yan's dog paw, stared at Luo Yan with cold beautiful eyes, and asked without answering: "Do you think it's possible?"

"Do you know what I like about you?"

"..."

Da Siming frowned and didn't answer. She felt there was a trap, especially on this kind of topic. No matter how she answered, it would be wrong.

This is the experience gained by Da Siming after suffering too many losses.

Luo Yan, however, stretched out his hand to caress Da Siming's cheek, slid his thumb across her lips, and without her needing to answer, whispered in her ear: "You have a tough mouth."

Da Siming suddenly tensed up and felt uncomfortable.

“But my body is very honest~”

Another sentence rang in his ears, which made Da Siming feel confused.

"Haha~"

Luo Yan couldn't help laughing heartily when he saw Da Siming's reserved expression.

Da Siming is indeed interesting.