I have the beauty of the villain's love

"Three princes."

The Langhao pen soaked in ink was placed on the brush grid aside.

"Chang Zhongyun sent a letter."

Twirling the rice paper in front of her with two fingers, she gently blew away the wet ink, "What did you say in the letter?"

"He said that he was willing to submit to the third prince. This time, Beidi Kingdom invaded, and he will give the first credit to Linghuyin." The man kneeling on the ground replied truthfully.

The person standing in front of the table sneered slightly.

Hearing this laugh, the man couldn't tell what his master was thinking, so he just lowered his body lower.

"Go back to him, since I already have a general like Linghu Yin, I don't care to recruit such a useless piece of trash like him." Obviously he was saying such harsh words, and his voice was steady as if he was just stating.

"This..." The kneeling man hesitated, "Third Prince, Linghu Yin is from Beidi Kingdom after all, if in the future..."

He didn't say any more.

"He won't fight back." He said firmly, but after saying this, as if thinking of something funny, he uncovered a box of cinnabar in front of him and pressed it with two fingers. On the rice paper with dried ink, there was a good picture of landscape, because the two fingers were bright red, but he liked it even more, and the smile on his lips could not be concealed.

Hearing what he said, the people below didn't dare to have any more objections, they bowed their heads and retreated.

After one exited, another person came in. That person was covered with a black veil, and he was dressed like a Jianghu.

"Three princes."

"Say."

"The Minister of the Household Department handed over the memorial to impeach Linghu Pei. He has the self-respect and the heart of rebellion." Linghu Pei is naturally Linghu Yin's father.

He already expected that his second brother would act like this after Linghu Yin left the court, "What does the emperor say?"

"Your Majesty has approved, and an order has been issued for Linghu Pei to return to the court soon."

Hearing this report, although his expression didn't change much, there was already a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.On the basis of a trumped-up charge, a general who was suppressing the rebellion was sent back to the court.

"The third prince—"

"They are afraid that Linghu Yin will not rebel." Now that Linghu Yin is far away from the border, when the news reaches his ears, Linghu Pei may have...

What the emperor is most afraid of is the rebellion of generals. Since his second brother dared to be impeached by his party members, he was naturally well prepared.Just wait for Linghu Pei to come back and throw himself into the trap.Except for Linghu Pei, Linghu Yin was really going to rebel.

After a long while, he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice, "When Linghuyin really turns against him, I'm afraid he won't even have time to cry."

……

Linghuyin woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and closed his eyes again, but he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

The candlestick by the table was already covered with a thick layer of candle tears, and the bean-sized candle flame jumped twice, elongating the shadow of him getting up in his clothes on the wall.

During this period of time, he couldn't sleep well, and when he closed his eyes, there were shaking shadows and blood in front of him.He suddenly remembered the two times when he and Zhou Lang slept in the same bed, it was already a rare peaceful sleep.

"General." Changqing, who was on guard at night, heard movement in the room.

Linghuyin supported his forehead with one hand, his eyes were full of despair, "Call Mr. Zhou over here."

Changqing looked up at the sky, the moon has risen high in the sky, now go and call Mr. Zhou over?But the general ordered it again.

Hearing the sound of Changqing's footsteps in the distance, Linghuyin got off the bed and poured a cup of tea. The tea was as cold as his fingers.

After two sticks of incense, Changqing came over with Zhou Lang in his arms——Zhou Lang drank wine and slept more drowsily than usual. Changqing knocked on the door a few times but got no response. Zhou Lang on the bed and Qian He with a weird look, Qian He was standing by the candlestick, Chang Qing only thought that he came in to serve Zhou Lang, when he was holding Zhou Lang and was about to leave, Qian He stopped him, or Changqing reported Linghuyin's name, so he didn't dare to stop him.

Linghu Yin was sitting at the table, and when he saw Chang Qing coming in with Zhou Lang in his arms, he was startled for a moment, and then he smelled the alcohol on Zhou Lang's body.

Chang Qing put Zhou Lang on the bed, Linghu Yin waved his hand, and he went out.

Linghuyin originally wanted to ask Zhou Lang to come over and talk to him, but he didn't know that he was so drunk.

Zhou Lang who was lying on the bed suddenly rolled over, and Linghu Yin hurriedly stepped forward to catch him, so that he didn't roll to the ground.But when Linghuyin put him on the bed, Zhou Lang turned over again.

It seems very uncomfortable.

Linghu Yin simply sat down on the bed and blocked Zhou Lang with his body, preventing Zhou Lang from rolling outside again.

Zhou Lang had an injury on his buttocks, and it was very uncomfortable to lie down. Linghuyin helped him a few times, but he also felt strange, and he thought of Zhou Lang's walking posture yesterday.

"Well—" Zhou Lang frowned and moaned.

Linghu Yin saw that he turned over and lay on the bed, so he reached out and touched Zhou Lang's waistline - the wound was not there.His fingers slid down, and Zhou Lang, who was lying on his stomach, let out a low cry.

Linghu Yin hesitated for a moment before going to lift Zhou Lang's clothes.

Zhou Lang's buttocks were swollen, and there were many red marks. Because of drinking alcohol, his body temperature was higher than usual, and those swollen marks were even hot to the touch.

Why, there are so many traces of whipping.

After Linghuyin looked at the wound, he was about to pull down the hem of Zhou Lang's clothes, but he didn't expect to see a red mark on the back of Zhou Lang's neck. After he pulled down Zhou Lang's skirt, he saw more—— Spotted red marks spread from the back of his neck to the inside of his clothes.It was definitely not from mosquito bites.

Linghuyin's heart trembled, he grabbed Zhou Lang's waist and helped him up, then stripped off his clothes.

Zhou Lang's entire back was full of such marks - there was a dark red spot on his shoulder blade, as if he had been repeatedly sucked to bruise.

Linghu Yin stretched out his hand to touch it, and Zhou Lang cried out in a low voice.

Xie Yinghuai.

These three words popped up in Linghuyin's mind out of thin air - that day in the General's Mansion, the marks between Zhou Lang's legs, and today, the hickey marks and marks all over his body, everything seems to have been They are connected together, pointing to the most absurd and irrefutable answer.

Zhou Lang belongs to Xie Yinghuai...

Zhou Lang, who was drunk, seemed to have his bones pulled out of his body, lying on his body, the curve of his back was very moving, like a weak lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Linghu Yin supported his shoulders, put on his clothes, and put him on the bed.He got up to leave, but he was caught when he got up. Looking back, it turned out that the hem of his clothes was under Zhou Lang's body.

He went to pull the hem of his clothes, but Zhou Lang curled up and shrank into a ball.

The candle was burning quietly.

Zhou Lang's clothes were lying neatly on the bed, but Linghu Yin already had a charming thought in his heart. When he looked at him, he could always see through his clothes and see his body full of marks.

He's not a fool, there are men in the army who—

only.only.

Zhou Lang's lips were abnormally red, and against his snow-white skin and jet-black hair, people couldn't take their eyes off.

Linghuyin stood by the bed, staring at his lips, his hands itched again - ever since that night, when he saw Zhou Lang, his fingers would always feel moist and warm.

He stretched out a finger and pressed it against Zhou Lang's lips. After receiving no response, he pried open Zhou Lang's tightly closed teeth and inserted them into his mouth—the wet and hot tip of his tongue shone brightly after being touched by his finger. Saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth.

The itchiness in the palm of my hand seems to have eased a little.

Linghuyin sat down, brushed the hair in front of Zhou Lang, and stretched out a finger to play with his tongue.Zhou Lang felt uncomfortable, frowned and whimpered twice.The spine of Linghu Yin who was sobbing and listening was numb, and a numb feeling passed over the tip of his heart.

Zhou Lang was stabbed in the throat by his fingertips, and made a violent retching sound. Linghu Yin suddenly realized what he was doing, and hurriedly pulled out his fingers, tearing his glistening saliva into a silver thread.

Zhou Lang's frowning brows, which had been reassured, slowly relaxed.

Linghuyin stood by the bed, staring at Zhou Lang, because the light was behind him, so he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

He stretched out his hand again, along Zhou Lang's cheek, and slid all the way to his neck.

He remembered that Zhou Lang was very beautiful when he cried, when he was wrapped in red silk, and when he asked him for help with tears in his eyes—when he was licking his fingers obediently with the red silk in front of his eyes—drunk in his arms, pillowed When it's on his heart.

Is that the relationship between him and Xie Yinghuai?

So we have to separate from Xiaorou.

Xiaorou likes him very much.

He also... likes him a lot.

Holding Zhou Lang's cheek with wet fingers, Linghu Yin bent down and kissed Zhou Lang's cheek - his skin was very thin, like a petal.Your petals still have fragrance, and when he opened his mouth, the fragrance penetrated into his flesh and blood.

The clothes he had put on were stripped off again, only the red marks covering his back began to run down his shoulders.

"Yun Zhuang—" Zhou Lang's whole body went numb from his kiss, and he didn't know which lover he had dreamed about again.

Linghu Yin was really bored hearing these two words, he turned Zhou Lang's head and blocked his mouth - the smell of alcohol in his mouth melted on the tip of his tongue.

After the kiss was over, Linghu Yin was also out of breath.

The desire that had been suppressed all this time was suddenly stirred up into a prairie fire, which caught him off guard and made him feel that he had fallen into a dangerous and bizarre magic obstacle.

Zhou Lang dreamed that he and the number one Yun Zhuang of Fuchun Building were in trouble. He lay on the bed, arched his waist, and let Linghuyin lick his ears and bite his shoulders, but he was trapped in the embrace of that beauty. In the dreams of clusters, "cloud makeup—beauty—"

One sound at a time, with panting and pleasure.

Linghu Yin pinched his mouth to prevent him from making any further noises.

The hem of the clothes was lifted up, and a hand pulled his ankle to separate his legs——

Changqing outside the door heard the commotion in the room, he was still calm in front of him, and now he couldn't help but call Linghuyin.

This sound was like cold water being poured from the head, which made Linghuyin wake up suddenly.

Zhou Lang's legs had been separated, and he was bending over the bed, while he...

damn it!

Linghu Yin's expression could be called hastily. He let go of Zhou Lang's red ankle that was pinched by him, walked to the table and poured several cups of cold tea, but this was still not enough to quench his thirst at the moment. He stretched out his hands and shook his clothes, trying to cover up his ugly appearance that was already blooming at the moment.