【ABO】Forbidden Feather

Mu Zheng only felt that this year's Northland was extremely cold, and it was just right, which gave him a reason to often go to Liu Yu's warm pavilion.

In my memory, the man who was often sickly, thin and thin, looked better day by day.Liu Yu really likes ink painting, he went to the Nuan Pavilion three times, and one day he would see Liu Yu standing in front of the desk with a pen in his hand, sometimes distressed and sometimes happy.The scenery in his pen is quite different from his own innocent temperament, and the scenery in his pen is like a meandering scene.The mountains, rivers, seas and mountains are not so high and far away, and the pen and ink are boundless in depth.

When Liu Yu looked at the painting, his eyes were unpredictable, and Mu Zheng only felt that this thin person would also be integrated into the painting.

This day he dismissed his attendants, and when he came to the Nuan Pavilion alone, Liu Yu stood in front of the case and thought.He wanted to paint and think about his background, but he didn't realize that Mu Zheng had quietly walked behind him. He only felt that his hands suddenly hugged his waist from behind, which made the tip of his pen tremble in fright, and the ink fell on Mu Zheng's snow-white cuffs. .

"What are you painting again?" Mu Zheng pressed his ear and asked in a low voice.

In the painting, there are many green peaks, ancient trees, and the white waterfall rushing down, as if there are thousands of troops.Liu Yu said: "The scenery of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. This is Mount Emei in Shu, and there are four other copies. I will show you." unfold in front of you.They are withered vines and old trees, a leaf of river sail, cold forest and snow scene, and Penglai fairyland.

Mu Zheng looked carefully and asked, "Have you been to all these places?"

Liu Yu closed his eyes, and said with a guilty conscience: "Of course not, some... are imitations of predecessors' works." In fact, he is very playful. Before spreading his wings, he often begged Ah Ling to take him on a tour. have been.

Mu Zheng let go of his waist.The scene in this painting is really different from the scenery of the grassland, but it is fascinating.The beauty of the great mountains and rivers in this world, how can people be willing to live in a corner?Contempt gradually appeared in the black eyes, Mu Zheng said: "The treasure land of the Central Plains of the emperor of the human race is nothing more than this, how can it compare to the lush grassland?"

Liu Yu heard that what Mu Zheng said was not the truth, and looked up at him: "Does the Wolf King want to rule the Central Plains?"

"What if I want to?"

"Then Liu Yu wishes the Wolf King victory and march forward indomitably."

Mu Zheng stared at him steadfastly, and said mockingly, "That's your hometown. The country is broken, is it really what you want to see?"

Liu Yu said with a smile: "I didn't know that I was a guest in my dream, so I just took another hometown as my hometown, so it must be me."

It's a pity that this dream is not necessarily a good dream.Liu Yu lowered his head, saw Mu Zheng's cuffs stained with ink, held them up to his eyes, looked at them carefully, and sighed: "I'm afraid the blue and purple oily ink won't wash off."

Mu Zheng's eyes darkened.He was so close to Liu Yu, so close that he could smell the faint cold fragrance from Liu Yu's neck, which was more fragrant than pines and cypresses, and less sweet and greasy than osmanthus flowers.This fragrance came from Liu Yu's neck, even though it was a cold fragrance, it came from warm jade, which actually made him lustful during the day.

Liu Yu didn't know what was going on in his heart, and looked at the ink mark in distress, then raised his eyes and smiled, "I'll add a few strokes to this ink spot, okay?"

Enduring the desire to throw him down, Mu Zheng asked hoarsely, "What do you want to draw?"

"You'll know when it's finished." Liu Yu refused to say it, for fear that Mu Zheng would not say it.

Mu Zheng sighed and let him go: "Then you should hurry up."

"Soon." Liu Yu suppressed a smile and picked up the pen again, grabbed Mu Zheng's cuff with one hand, turned the wrist lightly with the other hand, and turned the tip of the pen. In the blink of an eye, a lifelike lotus flower was outlined, blooming on the white silk. superior.

Mu Zheng stared at his cuff, feeling a sudden sting at the tip of his heart, the lotus flower looked familiar: "What is this?"

"Lotus." Liu Yu said innocently.Only he himself knows that what he painted is not a lotus, but a lotus lamp.It's just that Mu Zheng's complexion is really not good-looking, he seems to be suddenly condensed with a chill, which makes Liu Yu restless: "You...do you think that this is not in line with your status as a wolf king?"

Mu Zheng snorted coldly and covered his cuffs, feeling that his fingertips were burnt by the ink that hadn't fully dried.Liu Yu just spent a lotus flower unintentionally, but it reminded him of the river lantern that was chased away by the water at the Yulan Festival, the memory he couldn't allow others to touch: "What do you mean by painting this precarious thing?" ?”

Liu Yu took half a step back in shock from his anger, but Mu Zheng grabbed the belt and pulled it forward, staggering and kneeling in front of Mu Zheng's legs.Rubbing his smooth black long hair with big hands, he pressed his head to his crotch.Mu Zheng's cold voice came from the top of his head: "Dirty this king's clothes, and tease this king with idle flowers and weeds. Liu Yu, don't forget your identity."

"I..." Liu Yu didn't know why this person was so uncertain, Fang wanted to argue, but was grabbed on the cheeks.

Mu Zheng sneered and said, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and serve me well."

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(There is a small car, parked in... the draft (T_T))

It is clear that the situation in front of the book case is so good just now.The sun is warm and the fragrance is surging.When Liu Yu lowered his eyes, the slender eyelashes cast a small shadow on his white skin, but the momentary trembling stirred up the tide of emotion in Mu Zheng's chest, and he just wanted to hug him, kiss and suck him carefully, to block that clever and flattering She licked her red lips and licked her small and cute white teeth.

The trouble was the lotus painted on his cuff.No stems and no leaves, just like a lotus lantern.

Mu Zheng lifted the curtain of the bed, picked up the scattered clothes, and rummaged through them to find the cuff that Liu Yu had painted on.With a struggle with both hands, he tore off the lotus and tightened it in his palm.He slowly leaned down, kissed Liu Yu's brow bone, then got out of bed and called Su Yue, ordering him to bring two buckets of hot water into the room.

Su Yue took the order to go, but within a short time of incense, he brought over the wooden barrel for bathing and a tub of hot water.Mu Zheng drove away the servants, closed the doors and windows, returned to the couch and gently pushed Liu Yu.

The brocade quilt slipped from the sleeping man's shoulders, Mu Zheng's pupils tightened suddenly, and the wolf totem engraved on Liu Yu's shoulder like a brand just now disappeared.Sure enough, it was because he was not a werewolf, so he would have a special reaction after being marked.

Knowing that Liu Yu is not unwilling to submit to him, but this different sign also makes Mu Zheng feel extremely unhappy.The totem brand symbolizes that Liu Yu is his property, but it has been hidden, as if sending something that has no owner to everyone to watch at will.

As if sensing Mu Zheng's uncontrollable anger, Liu Yu on the bed uttered a small moan and frowned.

Mu Zheng is also aware of his abnormality, which is probably caused by the mark.He took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the nape of Liu Yu's neck and legs, picked him up and walked towards the barrel.He knew before that Liu Yu was light in body, and when he was happy, he only felt that there were no bones in the flesh under his body, but now that he was holding her in his arms, this strange feeling became even more obvious.

Like a tail feather, like a ball of fluff.Liu Yu's head was leaning on his chest, and there were dazzling |spots|spots| and tear stains intertwined on his face, it was indeed the person who just had fun under his crotch.

Mu Zheng let Liu Yu lean against the wall of the barrel with his palm on his pillow, carefully placed him in the water, and became distracted for a while.It took him a lot of perseverance to move his eyes away from the |naked|naked| naked body in the water, knowing that Liu Yu would never be able to withstand another toss by himself.He simply stood up, paced back and forth in the warm pavilion, and helped Liu Yu scrub his body after his mood calmed down.

In the past, after being happy with other concubines, the aftermath was done by maidservants or eunuchs.But this time, Mu Zheng didn't even think about letting others intervene, Liu Yu's withered but attractive appearance must not be seen by others.He walked around the house aimlessly, and came to the desk again.On the table were the Four Treasures of the Study that he bestowed on Liu Yu, and a few pieces of rice paper were pressed under the ruler made of lobular red sandalwood.Mu Zheng took the ruler away, shook the ink dripping rice paper, and found that there were not only ink paintings, but also poems and songs.

His male concubine is really versatile.Mu Zheng couldn't help laughing, and carefully read the verse that was like a pearl of fairy dew.

The east wind leaves thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.BMW engraved cars on the road.The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

The moth's snow willow is golden, and the laughter is gone. The crowd searched for him and looked back, but the man was there, in a dim light.

Mu Zheng is not good at poetry and poetry, he only knew that it was a lantern festival but he didn't know the meaning of it, so he gently put down this piece of paper, but saw that the characters in the second picture looked very familiar.With broad forehead and star eyes, high nose and thin lips, he is a heroic man.He flipped through several pictures in a row, and found that all the paintings were of the same person.At first, Mu Zheng didn't dare to confirm that the person in the painting was himself, until he saw a wolf's head facing the man in the painting, and then he smiled knowingly.

It was all him and only him.

The sound of water suddenly sounded outside the circular hollow door, it was Liu Yu who woke up and sat up from the water.Mu Zheng quickly put down the rice paper and strode out the door.

If it is said that he still had some concerns before, thinking that Liu Yu was a humble | low | male | pet who used to serve others with color, but now he doesn't think about doing anything but wholeheartedly.Back then when he was suffering from Gu worms, if Liu Yu hadn't saved him with his life, the grass would have left his grave today; if he hadn't hit and marked Liu Yu by mistake, Liu Yu might not have escaped death fate.

Really you have me, I have you.If Liu Yu didn't really love him, why did he trace the corners of his eyebrows and eyes in detail?Is there really someone who can think carefully and mix the fake with the real?

Liu Yu was submerged in the hot water, looked up and saw Mu Zheng approaching with strides, his body stiffened, and he looked up at him in a daze.Recently, Mu Zheng often came to the Nuan Pavilion, and Liu Yu had already discovered the strange feeling between the two.If Muzheng is in a good mood, he will feel like a spring breeze; if Muzheng is in a bad mood, he will feel like sitting on pins and needles.If Mu Zheng tried to comfort him, the pain in his body would be relieved; but if Mu Zheng got angry, Liu Yu would feel like being stared at by the most feared snake, and even struggled to breathe.

Now, Mu Zheng seems to be in a good mood.

He himself thought that the scar was healed and forgot the pain, so he whispered: "Mu Zheng, are you not angry anymore?"

Mu Zheng raised the hem of his clothes, knelt on one knee beside the barrel, and said in a deep voice, "I shouldn't be angry. The lotus you painted is very beautiful."

Liu Yu was so aggrieved that she almost cried, but she didn't dare to cry in front of Mu Zheng, so she sucked her nose hard and said in a low voice, "You hurt me."

Mu Zheng sighed: "How much pain?"

"It hurts me to death." Liu Yu thought for a while, "It hurts more than being bitten by several snakes."

"I'm not that long worm." Mu Zheng dipped his hand into the warm water, stroking his collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen tenderly, "I'm a wolf, your wolf king."

Liu Yu shook his head: "You are the wolf king of the wolf clan, it cannot be mine alone."

Mu Zheng held the docile organ between his legs, and asked him in a low voice: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Liu Yu's voice faltered, and she lowered her head in surprise...

Mu Zheng saw his ignorance at a glance.Thinking that this person was about to ejaculate for the first time in his palm, his heart beat like a drum, and he asked: "What do you want me to do? Tell me, and I will satisfy you."

Liu Yu grasped the edge of the barrel, tremblingly said: "I want you to be mine alone, okay?"

"Okay." Hearing this, Mu Zheng really thought of divorcing his wife and concubine.He lowered his head and kissed Liu Yu's trembling lips vigorously, and his subordinates also worked harder to "pull", move, "genital", scratched the mouth of the bell thoughtfully, and sent Liu Yu to his first orgasm in this life.

The spring tide is floating, and the cold fragrance is overflowing.Inside the carved and hollow door, on the table of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, a stack of pure rice paper moves automatically without wind.The painting at the bottom flew out and landed on the messy couch.

The lotus lanterns are dotted, far away to the Tianhe River.

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The Lantern Festival of the Sapphire Case is the Shangyuan Festival, which has nothing to do with the Yulan Basin Festival (Zhongyuan Festival).But both are lantern festivals. I like the Qingyu case so much, so I still quote this poem.