Invite the wolf into the room

Qingzhe's hand erupted completely.

"Comfortable?"

Seeing that An Chen was completely paralyzed in his arms with his eyes closed, Ling Qingzhe poked with his fingertips at the small hole that had just erupted. The strong stimulation made An Chen shiver and shrink back unbearably. legs, and opened his eyes to look at Ling Qingzhe pitifully.

"You're comfortable now, what should I do now?"

Ling Qingzhe chuckled and pecked An Chen's lips, then let go of the hand he was holding on to just now, and stood up and rubbed An Chen's back with desire, the meaning was self-evident.

"I'll help you!"

An Chen wanted to get out of Ling Qingzhe's arms as he spoke, but Ling Qingzhe immediately hugged him tightly to keep him from moving.

"Don't use your hands, use...here."

Ling Qingzhe made a long sound on purpose, then put his fingers in An Chen's buttocks, and pressed them directly on the small hole with tiny folds.

An Chen subconsciously wanted to hide, but in the end he held back. He bit his lower lip and panted softly, lowered his eyes and acquiesced to Ling Qingzhe's actions.

Ling Qingzhe turned An Chen over with an ambiguous smile, let him sit on his lap with his legs apart, and then put his hand into his buttocks from below, helping him massage and loosen his tightly closed mouth while comforting him. An Chen went to kiss his cheek and lips, while An Chen put his hands around Ling Qingzhe's shoulders, silently allowing Ling Qingzhe to relax and clean him.

"You are here, so tight and hot..."

Carrying An Chen, who was cleaned from the inside to the outside, back to the bedroom, Ling Qingzhe leaned on him and said ambiguous and provocative words in a hoarse voice, and rubbed the lubricating oil he had prepared into the tight hot air. He also deliberately pressed An Chen's legs against his chest so that he could see how his fingers were turning in and out of his body.

"It's okay, there's no need to do this..."

Obviously just being touched on the back, but the upright part of him has already started to ooze juice unbearably, which makes An Chen's cheeks flush with embarrassment, and Ling Qingzhe sees all this clearly, An Chen is even more embarrassed , So he ruthlessly threw Ling Qingzhe down, then spread his legs and knelt on his waist, turned his face to support Ling Qingzhe's huge size, and wanted to sit down by himself.

"An Chen! Ha...do you want to kill me?"

Ling Qingzhe was pushed down by An Chen's sudden force. Seeing his posture, he quickly hugged An Chen and turned over to press him down. In order to prevent An Chen from messing around again, Ling Qingzhe stopped teasing him and supported his body. The legs slowly squeezed his desire into his body...

"Well……"

The place that was originally tightly closed was suddenly forced open, and the tormenting dull pain made An Chen frowned and hummed softly, but then a certain place in his body was rubbed and squeezed to bring about strong stimulation, which made An Chen's heart ache. His body tensed up, and his legs wrapped tightly around Ling Qingzhe's waist.

"Relax, don't be nervous, this is normal, good quail, relax..."

An Chen's tenseness also hurt Ling Qingzhe, so he stopped moving and comforted An Chen softly.

Although a man's back is not born to bear, but there is a place that can bring a different kind of pleasure, so An Chen's reactions are naturally normal, and there is no need to feel ashamed.

"Ling... um... Qingzhe... um..."

Seeing the young man panting and calling himself obsessively, and fully exposing his fragility to himself, Ling Qingzhe's love for An Chen deepened in his heart. The rhythm in his body started to move, and he has been taking care of his desire carefully, so that he can enjoy the beauty of love with himself...

The next morning, Ling Qingzhe, who had slept until he woke up naturally, slowly opened his eyes, looked at An Chen who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, raised the corners of his mouth, and then closed his eyes quietly without waking him up. stay with him.

Last night it was the first time to take pity on An Chen, so Ling Qingzhe only let him go twice. Even so, An Chen, who had endured it for the first time, fell asleep tiredly, but even so, An Chen still hugged him tightly. He insisted not to let go, as long as he left some distance, he would automatically wrap up and hug him, it took a lot of effort for Ling Qingzhe to hold back and not do it a few more times, after cleaning An Chen, he hugged him and fell asleep .

"Um……"

The head resting on Ling Qingzhe's shoulder moved. An Chen woke up and opened his eyes in confusion. Then the fatigue on his waist and legs made him wake up quickly. An Chen stood up slightly and looked at Ling Qingzhe, but Seeing that he was smiling with malicious intentions, An Chen immediately buried his face in Ling Qingzhe's neck like an ostrich, and fell on him silently, causing Ling Qingzhe to laugh in a low voice.

An Chen heard Ling Qingzhe's laughter, and a smile appeared on his face buried in his neck. The feeling of last night was very new and wonderful to An Chen...he likes it.

"Sleep a little longer, there's nothing wrong with the yamen, I'll go over and have a look, and then we'll have dinner at home at noon..."

Ling Qingzhe was stroking An Chen's hair while talking to him softly, hearing An Chen's soft response in his arms, Ling Qingzhe's face became more smiling.

...this is the life he has always wanted.

After comforting An Chen and letting him sleep again, Ling Qingzhe packed up and prepared to go to the yamen. After leaving the door of the outer room, he saw Yang Bozhenghou there. When he saw Ling Qingzhe came out, he took out it from his arms He handed a letter to Ling Qingzhe, and the signature on the envelope was his second cousin Xue Jingyang.

The author has something to say: I really ate...

Xue Jingran

Ling Qingzhe routinely showed his face in the yamen, and then stayed alone in the study, and then opened Xue Jingyang's reply letter.

Xue Jingyang's reply letter was folded into two parts, one was only a few thin sheets of letter paper, and the other was thick and full of names. Ling Qingzhe first picked up the thin part of paper and opened it to read. First of all, the purpose of entry was a bunch of complaints, nothing more than saying that Ling Qingzhe didn't want him as the second brother, couldn't remember him when it was okay, and only found him when something happened, saying that Ling Qingzhe was not cute, etc. Ling Qingzhe, who knew Xue Jingyang's character, smiled helplessly, After roughly scanning the first three pages, he looked directly at the last fourth page, which was what he wanted to know.

There are about sixteen nobles with the surname An in Jialin, and only two of them have family patterns similar to those drawn by Ling Qingzhe, while eleven of the nobles with the non-An surname have similar family patterns. Xue Jingyang specially printed them on a piece of paper. The rubbings of these aristocratic family patterns made Ling Qingzhe more clearly identifiable.And the other is the list of children in these families who are eligible to have family marks, which was obtained by Xue Jingyang by directly checking the household registration by means of special means.

Looking at the family crest rubbings and the thick list on the paper, Ling Qingzhe secretly sighed Xue Jingyang's carefulness. He just said in the letter that he wanted to find a young man with this clan crest, so he listed it so clearly for himself. , It can be seen that he cares about himself.

Speaking of which, although his second cousin usually looks like a dissolute and a drunken beauty, but in fact his intelligence and sense of responsibility are not inferior to his first cousin Xue Jingran, but he is destined to be an idler. Just show it less.

"Jun An..."

After reading the letter, Ling Qingzhe intuited that An Chen was a member of the Wang An family of a foreign county whose fiefdom was in the northwest, and the other An family was a low-ranking and declining nobleman who had no ability to make trouble at all.

The Wang family of Anjun was a minister of great service when the country was founded. The An family has been loyal and good for generations, and the title of the county king has continued to the present. The contemporary county king An Zhenyuan is not only a hero who pacified the Sa tribe outside the country, but also married the current emperor's cousin, Princess Mingyang. , is a very powerful nobleman in Jialin Kingdom.

Ling Qingzhe also knows a little about the Anjun King. An Zhenyuan's generation is the only son of the direct line, and the brothers of the same father have basically become idle sub-clans with no real power. An Zhenyuan is better than his parents. He was even more resolute, and his wife, Princess Mingyang, was also a very powerful woman. She had chosen her own husband back then, but An Zhenyuan's status was no lower than hers, and he still took concubines and servants after marriage. The concubine gave birth to many heirs for him, but most of them died young, so there is naturally something to say in this.

Able to raise a killer organization like Qijielou, with close contacts with the Sa tribe, and a jealous wife, this An Zhenyuan is the person Ling Qingzhe is looking for. On the Wang family's list, An Chen's name was at the top of the list. It was indicated that he was the eldest son of An Zhenyuan, born to his concubine. age.

"Nineteen died?"

Ling Qingzhe looked at the series of premature death notes before and after An Chen's name, and felt a little sighed in his heart. The world envied the wealth of the nobles, but how many people could imagine the filth and filth in it?

Take this King An as an example, there are more than 20 concubines recorded in the household registration just because they gave birth to heirs, and now less than ten are alive, and An Chen's mother is also marked as 'died of illness' , there will be more others who have not given birth or died together with their children. Looking at the treatment An Chen received, one can imagine what kind of woman Princess Mingyang is.

After sighing softly, Ling Qingzhe burned the letters one by one in his hand. The more he read, the more he couldn't adapt to such a life. Ling Qingzhe was glad that he had a happy life. He didn't have to go through these filth and could choose his own feelings. And life, even if it seems different because of this, he still insists on choosing what he wants.

And what Ling Qingzhe likes is someone who can understand his thoughts and can also insist on himself.

An Chenxiu suddenly appeared in my mind