Murong Yi

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Murong Yan carefully inserted his fingers into the tight and fiery narrow corridor.

The moment he entered, Reprint trembled almost imperceptibly, and his fingers grasping the thick plush carpet spread by the pool moved accordingly.

"Alas." Murong Yan kept everything in his eyes, sighed softly, put his other hand forward from behind Chongyin, and lightly covered Chongyin's hand holding the carpet, "Relax..." He said, Turning his head, a soft kiss fell on Reprint's shoulder.

"..." Reyin remained silent, and his originally frowning brows were a little relaxed. Murong Yi took advantage of the situation and stretched his fingers deeper, allowing the warm water to seep into the gaps around the fingers.

The turbid white □ slowly flowed out from the reprinted buttocks under Murong Ni's movements, and soon disappeared.Murong Ni's tongue wandered around Chongyin's shoulder, feeling pity in her heart.He regretted it, looking at Reprint's bitten lip and slightly frowned brows.I regret that I should not have asked him in this place.

Soon, after confirming that the things left by him in Zhongyin's body had been cleaned up, Murong Yan got up and hugged Zhongyin in his arms.Although Reprint is not particularly tall, he is much stronger than ordinary people.Compared with him, Murong Ni, who was slightly thinner, carried him out of the bath, but it was effortless and effortless.

"Master...Your subordinates can...don't..." Reprint in his arms spoke out, seemingly a little embarrassed, with a faint blush on his handsome face.

"Heh. In order to reprint your rare expression, it's worth hugging." Murong Ni smiled, then put the person in her arms on the small bed by the pool, pulled the brocade quilt on the bed, and reprinted it tightly Wrapped tightly around her body, "I'm sorry, I was a little... rough... It's really... I haven't hugged you for a long time..."

The reprint on the collapse was wrapped in a quilt and was about to get up, but trembled in the next moment, and stopped making any plans.

Looking at Chongyin who was just lying there without speaking, Murong Yi lowered his body, and gently kissed Chongyin's forehead, then his eyebrows, and finally his eyes.Thin kisses, gentle kisses, densely falling.

The breath of the person on his body is so familiar, warm, and full of softness in the heart. Reprint closed his eyes, relaxed his whole body, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the unlit room, only the moonlight flows in from the windows, and the gloomy fragrance radiates from the bed. The place where Huan Yue is now is the bedroom of Emperor Xuan of the Ming Dynasty in Pingrong Palace.To be precise, it is the dragon bed of Emperor Ming Xuan of the Great Yan Kingdom.On the large and carved eight-pillar dragon bed, almost all the wood is carved with green dragons in different shapes, all of which are equipped with many cloud patterns, which is imposing.

Since he came back from Fangyuan, he has been served by a special person, bathed and changed, and then he was sent in under the curious eyes of the court ladies and the ambiguous laughter of the eunuchs.

In fact, this short, uninterrupted time is very necessary for him now.His internal injuries were not healed at all, although it was an unknown move to use his true energy to dance the sword, it was something he had to do.After being hit by gravel, Qi and blood surged, and he was about to spurt out a mouthful of hot blood. He forced himself to take a deep breath, suppressing the blood that was about to spurt.When he first came in, he calmed down, closed his eyes and meditated, and only slightly suppressed the chaotic zhenqi in his body.

Sure enough, this body, as the prince said, is really a waste.It seems that in the future, it is more suitable for him to serve others on the bed.

Huan Yue looked around with a bleak smile on his face.

The prince's ambiguous smile and cruel words, in his ears, were like a thorn in his heart, unable to be pulled out, he could only endure it forcefully.

Huan Yue half knelt at the corner of the bed, motionless.

When Murong Ni walked into the room, what he saw was a motionless white figure in the shadows.

Since you want to play, of course you have to be very professional and make full preparations.In the next few months, I'm afraid, I will have to hold Chonghua in Pingrong Palace.Murong Ni walked over, untied her robe, put it aside, then sat by the bed, staring at Huan Yue.

Huan Yue put away his emotions as soon as Murong Yi came in, and resumed his usual stern face: "Master."

"En." Murong Yan nodded.Just when he was about to go to bed, Huan Yue rolled over and landed on the ground, half kneeling on the ground, took off his shoes for him, and put them aside.

Murong Ni raised her eyebrows, but she didn't speak, she let Huan Yue move, and when she finished taking off her shoes, Murong Ni went to bed: "Come on, it's cold on the ground."

Huan Yue answered yes in a low voice, then went to bed quickly, and then knelt back to the original place, lowering his eyebrows.

He didn't remember that he had the habit of punishing people to kneel on the bed.Murong Ni stretched his body, leaned against the bedpost, and called out a little funny: "Chong Hua."

"Yes."

"Why are you kneeling there? Did I punish you?" His tone suddenly dropped a few degrees, and he was a little cold. For these people, it has to be like this.

"No."

"Oh, do you still know?" Murong Yan lowered his eyes, approached Huan Yue, and brought his hand to Huan Yue's chest.

"...This subordinate knows his mistake." Huan Yue felt Murong Ni's fingers wandering on his chest, cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead, and the qi and blood in his abdomen that had finally subsided began to surge again, and he felt dizzy all of a sudden. His hands and feet were cold, but he couldn't move.

"Oh, I know I'm wrong... Do you know where I'm wrong?" Murong Yan chuckled, eyes downcast, full of smiles, but Huan Yue couldn't help feeling cold from the soles of his feet.

Murong Ni stopped talking, and pressed Huan Yue under his body, admiring the instant fear in the other's eyes, after almost tearing open the front of Huan Yue's jacket, he lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and tasted the two meatballs on his chest. small fruit.

"...Hmm!!" The moment Murong Ni bit her, a suppressed voice escaped from Huan Yue's throat.

Huan Yue never thought that his body could be so hot, as if melting into a raging fire.It's so hard to breathe.The awake part of him calmly whispered in his ear: From this point of view, you are more suitable to serve on the bed.

Murong Ni's kisses roamed around Huan Yue's body, but they didn't have much emotion.He just hugged the reprint, and he didn't think he was going to be hard on a person lying there like a dead body, even though the green reaction did have a special flavor.Besides, his purpose is not here.In the end, he never lacks people he can hug.

The moon is as cool as water, and the gloomy fragrance hits the nostrils, coupled with the occasional breeze, if you don't think about the person on the bed and the troublesome things he will do next, then this night will be more perfect.

Under the moonlight, Huan Yue was lying on the dragon bed, and Murong Ni's fingers were caressing Huan Yue's back.

It's scabbed over.Those beautiful welts.

Murong Li's fingers rested on a newly formed scab, and he clearly felt the already stiff body of the person lying there stretched even tighter.

Hearing the laughter from behind, Huan Yue, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be very happy, and couldn't help but tightly grasped the brocade's hand.

Feeling his legs being separated, Huan Yue closed his eyes resignedly.

"Huh!!!" The voice suddenly sounded, the temperature was extremely low, and then he was caught off guard and pulled up from the bed.

He clearly saw the clear and clear anger in Murong Yan's eyes, burning, and at the same time, emitting a chill.

"I ask you, what is a dark guard?"

There was a thump in his heart, Huan Yue couldn't figure out the emperor's intentions, after a moment of silence, he said, "Hiding in the dark, who sacrificed his life to protect the lord."

"So you know, I will ask you again, what is the status of the hidden guards in my country of Dayan?"

"Everyone admires her, and her status is not bad."

"Okay, then Xiao Liu treats you like this, do you think it's fair?"

Huan Yue, who had been lowering his head and eyebrows, suddenly raised his head when he heard this sentence, his face was full of astonishment.

"Answer me!! Don't let me say the same thing twice!!"

Murong Yan exuded a deep evil spirit all over his body, Huan Yue's heart was chilled as he stared straight into his icy eyes.

"...the prince treats his subordinates... not badly..."

After a long time, Huan Yue squeezed out a few words.

"Oh, it's not mean to hand you over to the servants of the mansion to whip you in public?!" Murong Yan seemed to have heard some big joke, her eyebrows raised, and her disdain was beyond words.

"Since you are a secret guard, I believe you must know better than me. Such an action shows that the secret guard has been abandoned by the master!!"

"...Yes..." Huan Yue replied in a low voice, the scar hidden in his heart was torn out face to face, it was really... heartbreaking.

"May I ask, have you ever hidden your selfish intentions?"

"No subordinates."

"So, have you ever insulted the Lord's order?"

"The subordinates try their best every time, and never dare to slack off!!"

"Have you ever secretly betrayed the Lord?"

"Absolutely not!"

The suddenly louder voice showed Huan Yue's excitement.

"Then... you tell me now, is it fair that Prince Rui Murong treats you like this?"

Murong Yi raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at Huan Yue who was looking straight at him, the strong pretense in his eyes had been shattered.Helplessness, unwillingness, pain... All kinds of complex and fragile emotions were mixed together, surging uncomfortably in those black eyes.

Huan Yue remained silent, and finally lowered his head deeply.