Wu Changjie

The three days in the palace were three days of extreme promiscuity.Zong Zixiao was obsessed with that "Little Nine", and tried different ways to toss Zong Ziheng, unable to pry his eldest brother's teeth, which made Zong Zixiao feel pain and hatred, and his pathological desire finally turned into a catharsis of possessive and sadistic desires.

Zong Zixiao used all postures to tease him in all places, and even ordered people to send some obscene utensils from the people into the palace for "appreciation", regardless of day or night, regardless of occasion, it is new to grind the big brother's shame on the ground pleasure.

For example, today's new trick is that Zong Zixiao knew that his elder brother was afraid of the cold, so he wrapped his naked body in his big cloak and did whatever he wanted in the snow.The fear of being nearly frozen to death in the Kunlun Snowfield and the violent aggression pierced his sanity, he instinctively hugged the only source of heat tightly, desperately pressed his body against Zongzixiao's fiery chest, and even wrapped his legs around the powerful chest. waist.

The black cloak taken from a bear demon has luxuriant and thick fur, wrapping the elder brother's thinning body, like a gorgeous and ferocious carnivore devouring a thin herbivore. He convulsed with the collision of Zongzi Xiao, and Trembling, like a dying struggle.

Zong Zixiao bit Bai Shengsheng's shoulder, plundering insatiably.

Zong Ziheng had cried, begged for mercy, and collapsed, but he couldn't escape the humiliating torture of lust.

When they returned to Wuji Palace, Zong Ziheng was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched. Zong Zixiao kicked him off the sedan chair and carried him all the way into the bedroom. Everyone in Wuji Palace was used to it. All over the world of cultivating immortals, the majestic emperor is now reduced to the crotch of the demon king's couch, what can be more chewy than this after-dinner conversation.

When Zongzi Heng returned to the bedroom, he felt drowsy.

Zong Zixiao looked at his narrow jaw and said in a low voice, "Look, I ordered someone to prepare dinner, which is all your favorite."

Zong Ziheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"You've lost so much weight, you still don't eat well." Zong Zixiao hugged his elder brother into his arms, and gently held his hand.His spirit is not as good as before, and he is getting thinner and thinner. The eldest son, Xiao Xiao feels distressed and worried, but he never shows it, "I didn't mean to torment you, but why are you so stubborn."

Zong Ziheng glanced at him lightly: "Didn't you 'intentionally'?"

"...I just want you." Zong Zixiao tightened his arms, "Brother, if you are sensible, it will be easier for you and me."

"'Knowledge and interest'?" Zong Ziheng repeated Zong Zixiao's words again, but his voice was as calm as ancient wells, "You treat me like a prostitute, and you want me to agree."

Zong Zixiao frowned: "Don't say such things again."

Zong Ziheng simply closed his eyes.

"Do you understand how tolerant I am to you?" Zong Zixiao said coldly, "It is not a pity to die ten thousand times for the evil you have done, but not only did I not kill you, but I also let you keep the throne and let you Still enjoying the life of rich clothes and fine food, which prostitute sells more expensive than you? Why are you wronged?"

"There are also Shen Shiyao and Zong Minghe. I didn't drag them out to flog their corpses. Didn't I save face for you?"

"I also said that as long as you are obedient, I can treat you well."

"How many times have you been fucked by me, and you haven't called out anything under me. It's just that you call me by my baby name. You are more active. Could it be that this is your torii?"

Zong Zixiao observed his eldest brother's face, and there was a blazing flame under his cold eyes.Every day he repeatedly splits between love and hate, he can't hold back his endless desire for this person, but whenever he can't help caring, being gentle, and loving, he will be treated by his mother... tortured by guilt.From time to time, he would go back to Bailu Pavilion to reflect on himself, just to remind himself over and over again that his mother should not die in vain.

It can be seen that Zong Ziheng is indifferent, and Zong Zixiao feels suffocated and unbearable, his pupils are dimmed: "Stop talking, eat well."

Zongzi Heng stared blankly at a table of sumptuous dishes, he hadn't experienced the delicacy of food for a long time.

"Eat." Zong Zixiao took a piece of meat to his elder brother's mouth, and said in a deep voice, "What's the benefit of deliberately trampling your own body?"

Zong Ziheng still said indifferently: "I am weak because you have sealed my spiritual veins, otherwise, even if I don't eat or drink, I have the right to be a bigu, so there is no hindrance."

"Ordinary people don't have spiritual veins. As long as they eat and drink as usual, they won't be like you." Zong Zixiao said sullenly, "If you don't eat, then Zong Zhongming won't eat either. From now on, he will eat as much as you eat."

Zong Ziheng opened his mouth to eat the meat, chewing slowly.

Zong Zixiao fed him one mouthful at a time, his concentration and meticulousness were moving, as if he cared about the person in his arms to the extreme, who would have thought how much trouble there was between them.

This meal, Zong Ziheng really ate a lot, and even made it a little uncomfortable, Zong Zixiao was satisfied, he followed his elder brother's back, and said softly: "You have finished eating, if you are still tired, go to rest, don't make a fuss tonight you."

"Can you break my seal temporarily." Zong Ziheng looked at him and said.

Zong Zixiao's eyes changed slightly.

"My spiritual veins have been blocked for a long time, which will damage my cultivation, and my body... will only get worse." Zong Ziheng is naturally not as weak as he appears, but this can relax Zong Zixiao's vigilance, and what he said It is also true.

Zong Zixiao suddenly smiled: "Brother is begging me?"

"...That's all."

Zong Zixiao forced him to learn how to "beg for help", and those unbearable memories are still vivid in his mind.

"Ok."

Zong Ziheng's eyes widened in surprise, apparently not believing that Zong Zixiao would let him go so easily.

Zong Zixiao actually unlocked his seal: "I will unlock the seal for you every few days, so that your spiritual power can run, do you still have an excuse not to eat properly?"

Vigorous spiritual power surged out of the dantian in an instant and poured into the limbs and bones. The sense of abundant power was invigorating, and Zong Ziheng's pale face immediately turned bloody.

Zong Zixiao saw the brilliance on his elder brother's face, and his heart throbbed accordingly. While forcing his elder brother to surrender, he was also obsessed with the energetic elder brother who he admired.

If nothing happened later, no matter what height he stood in this life, he would still look up to his elder brother for the rest of his life.

Zong Ziheng was about to get up, but Zong Zixiao held onto his waist and did not let go: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"I will eat."

"Don't lose any more weight." Zong Zixiao said ambiguously, "When I hug you, I must have the weight that I should have."

"Let me go, I'm going to meditate."

"Now that your spiritual power has recovered, you can't leave my sight." Zong Zixiao warned, "Don't try to play tricks."

"The entire Promise Palace is in your hands, so what are you worried about?"

Zong Zixiao looked at his eldest brother with a smile that was not a smile: "Of course I am worried about you. With your current cultivation, how can you not guard against it?"

The eldest son Heng had to stay in the bedroom.He sat cross-legged on the couch, trying to calm down and exercise his spiritual power, but Zong Zixiao lay down on his lap, rubbed his head first, found a comfortable position, and then blinked at him.

Zong Ziheng looked down at him: "Can you let me be quiet for a while.

"You hit your seat, I won't bother you." Zong Zixiao grabbed the orchid jade pendant on his elder brother's waist to play with.

"How can I meditate like this?" Zong Ziheng felt the weight on his legs was heavy. Xiao Jiu always liked to lie on his lap like this when he was a child, but his little head was very light. He would run his fingers along Xiao Jiu's scalp, Seeing Xiao Jiu curled up comfortably like a cat, squinting his eyes, talking about what he wants to eat at night.

"But I want to be with you." Zong Zixiao said in a low voice.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the eldest brother did not respond, Zong Zixiao concealed his disappointment and sat up: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the Promise Palace is going to have a big banquet for guests, what does the eldest brother want to do?"

"There is no need to be extravagant, in previous years..."

"The previous years were the previous years. This year I came back, so it's naturally different." The eldest son Xiao said proudly, "As a human emperor, how can I not have the pomp of a human emperor? I want everyone in the world to see it."

Zong Ziheng thought to himself, what you want the world to see is how your Zong Zixiao can control the wind and rain, and can control the emperor into applause.

"The Zong family will also invite the Cangyu Sect to a banquet. This is my last chance for Qi Mengsheng." Zong Zixiao sneered, "If she doesn't come, I will visit Fenglinzhou in person."

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Emperor Ninghua liked extravagance. When he was alive, he would hold a big banquet on New Year's Eve every year. Although Zong's prestige was declining, the huge wealth accumulated by generations could not be squandered.

But Emperor Konghua is completely different. Everyone knows that he has a weak temperament.

However, the irony is that no matter how extravagant Emperor Ninghua's New Year's banquet is, he can rarely invite a few heads, especially the heads of big aristocratic families. Almost no one in the world of cultivating immortals was absent from the feast.

As the new year was approaching, all the immortal families came to the daimyo one after another with gifts dedicated to Emperor Zong, including Xu Zhinan and Li Buyu who had just arrived not long ago, while Cangyu Sect only sent an elder, Qi Mengsheng still complained of illness.

There is another special person who came to the banquet this time, that is the fifth prince Zong Ziyun.

When drawing up the guest list, Zong Ziheng proposed that he wanted to see the fifth brother, and he wanted to take this opportunity to let the fifth brother take Zong Zhongming away.

Among the many brothers and sisters, only Zong Ziyun did not turn against Zong Ziheng after he "killed his father", and Zong Zixiao and this fifth brother were not close, but they had no grievances in the past, so they agreed.

Zong Ziyun seems to be careless, but in fact there are details in the thick and thin, he does not stand out anywhere, and he has never been outstanding. Now that he is well-cultivated and rich in wealth, he has become the most carefree of Zong Minghe's nine sons.

Zong Zixiao also rarely asked about the whereabouts of the other brothers and sisters.

"After I succeeded to the throne, I entrusted them out of the palace and went to find their own way out." Zong Ziheng said indifferently, "Could it be that they are staying here to confront me?"

Zong Zixiao sarcastically said: "It's true, thanks to the fact that they admired you since childhood."

"Your third sister..." Zong Ziheng still feels pain in his heart when he thinks of his poor sister.Zong Minghe still refused to cancel the marriage contract after the accident in Wuxuanmen. Not long after she married into Wuqiumen, her father-in-law took the position of head of the family.

"I have already avenged her, and I have rebuilt the mausoleum for her and her husband's family." Zong Zixiao thought of Lu Zhaofeng, still full of hatred, he said coldly, "As the eldest brother, which younger sibling did you protect?"

"……you're right."

As an elder brother, he was supposed to protect his siblings, but he failed to do so.No matter who he tries desperately to protect, it will eventually fail, and all the people he loves either walk away from him or turn against him.

Perhaps this one-in-a-million imperial fate represents only suffering.