Murong Yi

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Fangyuan is exquisite, not only the exotic flowers and plants inside, but also the attic courtyard.Murong Ni was tired of admiring the flowers, so she found a pavilion hidden in the forest to sit down and rest.Although the pavilion is small, it is exquisite in everything. Compared with the same building in the palace, it is not inferior at all.

On weekdays, Murong Ni is busy with political affairs and rarely has free time. Today, he came to Fangyuan to enjoy the flowers and outing. As he himself said, it was a sneak in from his busy schedule.Murong Yan ordered people to prepare cakes and tea in the pavilion, and then sat with Murong Yan and chatted.Chongyin Chongli and Huan Yue stood aside, performing their duties as guards.

After eating some cakes to fill her stomach, Murong Li looked up at the sky, the red sun had already set on the horizon, the warm light dyed the sky red, and she looked down, the peach blossoms in the garden were in full bloom, densely packed, at a glance, it was everywhere They are all pink, and occasionally there are peach-colored petals swirling and falling in the wind.The evening wind blows up, it is slightly cool, and slightly relieves the fatigue all over the body.

"Brother Huang, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, I've seen too much, and I'm a little tired now." Murong Yu suddenly changed the subject and said.

"Well, Xiao Liu, you are really in my favor..." Murong Yan nodded slightly, and took a sip of tea.

"Hmm..." Murong Qi suddenly moved closer to Murong Li, and said mysteriously, "It just so happens that I know something that can relieve Brother Huang's little boredom."

"Oh, I don't know what it is?" Murong Yan was aroused by his words, and very cooperatively expressed his desire to know.

"Oh, I just don't know if you are willing to part with it, Brother Huang?"

"Heh, Xiaoliu, you just love to play tricks. If you don't tell me, how will I know if I don't want to part with it?" Murong Yan looked at him with a funny face, put down the teacup in his hand, and seemed to be listening attentively.

Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty was unpredictable, cold-hearted and cruel at the same time.Everyone in the palace said so.However, in the five years since Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty came to the throne, his administrative methods were much different from the temperament of the emperor known to the people in the palace.In most cases, benevolence is also associated with words such as kindness and softness. Murong, who knows that his brother is definitely not that kind of person, very much agrees with the palace's statement.But when Murong Li faced Murong Qi and Murong Yin, most of the time, he was smiling.

"Hey, I'll say it right now, I'll say it right now." Murong sat back in his chair, "It's related to Huan Yue."

"Huh?" Murong Yan looked at Huan Yue who was standing on the side, and became interested, "What can he do to make me not bored now?"

"Huan Yue used to be my secret guard, I think you haven't forgotten, Brother Huang."

"Of course. The secret guard...heh..." Murong smiled with some meaning.

"Huan Yue's skill is pretty good, then..." Murong Yi glanced at Huan Yue who was behind Murong Yi, as if evaluating something, "I think it shouldn't be difficult for him to dance a little sword, right? "

Murong Ni stared at Murong Qi for a while, then said with a smile: "No wonder Xiao Liu is reluctant to ask me."

"Hehe, if you accidentally hurt something, I'm afraid you will feel sorry for you, brother." Murong Blinked and teased.

"No problem, no problem. Huan Yue!" Murong Yan waved his hands, looked at the person standing in front of him from behind, and said, "Prince Rui wants to see you dance your sword."

Huan Yue was not far from Murong Yi, so the words of the two of them had already been heard. Now that he heard Murong Yi's question, he took the sword from Chong Yin, walked out of the pavilion, bowed to the people inside, and made a respectful gesture. present.

"The subordinate has made a fool of himself."

After finishing speaking, he tore off the black crane cloak on his body and threw it aside, drew the sword out of its sheath, and cast a slanting light on the sword, making the sword light cold.

Huan Yue stood upright, silently, his clothes were in the wind, and layers of red shadows nearby swayed, making a rustling sound.The next moment, the sword light suddenly soared, and the sword glow pierced the air, like a dragon chant, and the chestnut deep forest was shocking.Around the dark green, red flowers fluttered and green leaves scattered.The sky, cloud and shadow were in chaos in an instant.

Murong Yan watched quietly, his eyes following the movement of the people outside the pavilion.

Huan Yue's swordsmanship was unstoppable, and when he swung his sword, he felt that the mountains were overwhelming and his aura was overwhelming, as if the air around him had been cut open and turned into sharp long needles, forcing them to disperse outward.The power of the sword is very domineering, between opening and closing, there is a big storm passing before my eyes, I feel like shouting a glass of wine.His sword danced faster and faster, and finally, there was only a smear of dark green, moving in and out between the large patches of pink and light green, like a tornado suddenly blowing over the vast desert, and piles of peach blossoms fell one after another.

As the sun sets in the west, returning geese slide across the sky one after another, and the sound of startled cold sounds, bringing a loneliness that does not match the spring scene.

Suddenly, Huan Yue's sword slowed down, as if his strength was exhausted, and his body was about to collapse.However, in the next moment, he has raised his breath and jumped up. After turning his body, his clothes were not stained with dust, he jumped into the air, and stood firmly on the peach blossom branch.

The sword danced again, but they were all gentle and tender, with a calm attitude, like the night wind in March in the south of the Yangtze River, with an unexplained melancholy, and like the flying flowers and catkins in the spring city, with warm moisture.Turning the sword again, it will be a scene of sparse clouds and moon, and the cool wind has moved.

Suddenly, the body of the person on the branch swayed, and the next moment, Huan Yue's figure plummeted and landed on the ground, but his footsteps were unsteady, and he managed to stabilize his figure with his sword propped on the ground.

"Hmph!" Murong Yu suddenly said, his face turned cold, and the teacup he was holding was smashed to the ground, "Trash!! He can't even dance a sword well. He has been raised for more than ten years for nothing!!" After finishing speaking, he twisted Turning his head, he smiled ambiguously at Murong Yan, "...Brother Huang, from this point of view, he is indeed more suitable to serve on the bed."

Murong Yan's expression remained unchanged, but he smiled and said nothing.

Huan Yue put his sword back into its sheath, walked into the pavilion, knelt on the ground, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Subordinate...willing to be punished."

"Well, Huan Yue, I wanted you to give me a good face in front of Prince Rui, alas, I didn't expect you... Forget it..." Murong Yi waved his hand, motioning him to stand up, regretted, "I really want to say Wake up, it's all me, I was too intemperate last night. It made you..." I didn't say the following words, but everyone present knew what it meant.

Huan Yue was startled when he heard the words, and lowered his head even lower.

"Brother Huang, one thing is one thing. Anyway, he disturbed my interest, that's a fact." Murong Mo said suddenly, but his eyes were on Huan Yue who was standing there, "You said you were willing to be punished, but it was from the bottom of your heart. ?”

"……Yes."

"That's good..." Murong stood up, walked around Huan Yue with his hands behind his back, "Then how do you punish him?"

"...Subordinates..."

Huan Yue lowered his voice, but he didn't say another word for a long time.

"Okay, Xiao Liu, don't tease him." Murong Li complained, and waved his hand at Murong Qi who was standing there, "I'm hungry. I have to go back to the palace after dinner."

"...It's just right, I also feel unbearable." Murong Qi stopped looking at Huan Yue, and walked towards Murong Ni, "Brother Huang, let's go, I have sent someone to be your brother from the outer garden." Your favorite dish."

That night, Murong Yan stayed at Pingrong Palace.

Ren Zhongjue wiped his back behind him, and Murong Yan was lying on the edge of the bath, half-closed his eyes, looking lazy.Reprinted with black hair rolled up, topless, kneeling by the side of the bath, pressing his fingers on Murong Yan's head.

"Oh. It's really funny, I really think I have no power to restrain a chicken, and I actually play tricks under my nose." Murong Yi curled up the corner of his mouth in a funny way, and asked, "Reprint, have you two seen it?"

"Yes. It was indeed Prince Rui's hand. Two gravels hit his knee in that situation. It is a blessing that Chonghua did not fall off the branch at that time."

Reprint Whispers, the hoarse voice is very nice.I have been listening to this voice for many years, but Murong Yi always feels that every time I hear it, it makes people's mind sway.Immediately stood up, pulled the person by the pool, and covered his lips to the other's lips.

Sensing his intention, Reprint lowered his body to cooperate.

Stretching out her tongue to carefully trace the shape of Chong Yin's lips, Murong Yan used force with her hand to pull Chong Yin down the water.

"Reprint, tonight, stay with me." Murong Yi pressed the small protrusion on Reprint's chest with his nails with one hand, and slid his hand along his waist to his buttocks. At the same time, his tongue moved down his neck, lingering near the collarbone, refusing to leave .

Reprint was fixed between him and the side of the bath by Murong Yan, unable to move, under the stimulation given by Murong Yan, he could only gasp heavily, for a long time, he finally spit out a word from the depth of his throat.

"……Yes……"