legacy

The west wind is blowing, and cicadas are singing everywhere.The sky looks like a husk pried open from the East Pole, the sun has risen, it is a line of gray beacon dust in the frontier fortress, and the milky white inner flesh is heavy and round, about to fall.

Northern Xinjiang melons and fruits are not uncommon in Qi Shuang, and they are often accompanied by ice belly before the family is in decline; it is not very lucky to come to Yan Palace for the first time, but it is still a good thing to soak in well water to cool off the heat.Kneeling in front of the brightly lit bedroom, Qi Shuang was so hot that her tongue was parched, and she was focused on digging through the fat and tender flesh on the top of her head, thinking about it like crazy.He couldn't help but hang the head on Emperor Yan's neck with a pickled melon to see it from each other, even if he expected that there was nothing under the skin or the smell was hard to bear, he finally wanted to take the simple knife.

The fragrance left in the inner hall is light and clear, with the charm of refined scholars.Qin is outside the curtain but no one is seen, only a pair of slender white palms like lotus flesh bloom on the curtain, floating with the fragrant wind, lotus flesh is mixed with red snow, and the knuckles are swollen and stained with dew. I feel pity when I see it.Qi Shuang opened the curtain very disrespectfully, swept it slightly, and found that the emperor's outer robe was still neat.

The luthier's tense back slackened, and he fell to the ground weakly.

Emperor Yan wanted to lift the back of his neck, but turned his shoulders around to face the violinist, lowered his jaw, and pressed a tall head to his waist and abdomen, but his eyes were fixed on the new beauty leaning against the curtain alone.

Qi Shuang understood, Shanshan went to bed and undressed her.

You need to be skillful in doing things, you can't lose your temper in a hurry, and you can't slow down your interest.The key is to stay close, neither humble nor overbearing.The aunt who taught him this technique was made of silk, imitating waves of water, which trickled past her naked body, brushed lightly shyly, and seemed to have stolen the balm inadvertently.Qi bilaterally reminisces about the past while poking into his breasts to hook the hidden buttons, peeling open his gauze all the way, his chest and abdomen are attached to his back, and then he rubs and escapes like silk, revealing the essence of the skin.

Emperor Yan turned to the luthier and said hoarsely, "Go out."

The luthier is as if he has received amnesty, and thanks for his kindness.

Since it is a thing in a cage, it has its own beauty instrument, and the taste is wonderful.Qi Shuang looked at him, and he also looked at Qi Shuang, mixed with pity and gratitude, concealing his indisputable contempt.

The general idea is nothing more than: the same as the foreign favor, but also according to the "forced" and "self-willed depravity" in the lowly class, the former can still be saved, and the latter is terminally ill and the mud can't support the wall.All you can do is stretch your legs. If you have a sense of integrity, it's mosquito leg meat.

Qi Shuangtan smiled openly and pulled the bead curtain closer.

Emperor Yan stroked his tender face, not knowing whether it was a whim or a premeditated plan. "Dress up in Tsing Yi next time, so as not to humiliate this face." He slid one hand to the bruised knee and rubbed it. It has nothing to do with affection, but because the snowy skin and bruises are unsightly, "Name?"

No wonder he didn't know that the beauties in the cages were always pleasing to the eye and placed in them. The Ministry of Internal Affairs selected a few good-looking little sparrows, ranging from three to four to seven or eight.It's not picky, it's pretty easy to serve.

"Qi Shuang. Qi, Jian Ye, Qi Yang's Qi. Shuang..." Qi Shuang tossed her black hair behind her, twitched her hands casually, her pupils were bewildered, and her lips were full of affection, "The peerless pair of the Forbidden Court."

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Wan Tengyuan read the map by candlelight.The pillow is made of tiger skin, and the marks of arrow clusters on the skin are not concealed, and the claws of the dead tiger are stretched out, which still looks like it was before life.

Mr. Ye Zhao thought that there was a resentment from the dead tiger inside, and every time he went to his place in the suburbs, he would feel palpitations.With his back to the tiger's head, he polished his pen and ink, and drafted a call for words for Di Ren, who was not good at calligraphy, but he was unsatisfactory at the beginning several times.He rested his forehead and sighed, and threw his pen heavily: "Master is idle, so he chose to do errands that no one can handle. I have been eating and waiting for death until now, relying on skin, not pen and ink skills."

Wan Tengyuan sneered slightly: "This statement is wrong, Yuan is a Di person, and the principle of a Di person is to make the best use of everything. But what about your skin, it is true—"

"You were born to be in the Jiaofang. No matter how bad you are, you can live comfortably in the Elephant Girl's House, and you will be famous far and wide." Ye Zhaosi stopped the words politely, and bowed his hands respectfully, "If it wasn't for you, you would have spent so much money on me. It's just white flowers." Open flames illuminated half of his face, beautiful and graceful, male and female, overflowing the room with beauty.

Wan Tengyuan was not choked by Ye Zhao's words. Recalling Ye Zhao's background, he couldn't help sighing: "Ye Shangshu is loyal to the sun and the moon, and the third son Ye Langli is gallbladder. Why are you so different from the two of them?"

Ye Zhaoxuan shook the pen, and said contemptuously while writing: "It's not a relative, of course it's unworthy."

The Yan Dynasty occupies the Central Plains while the country is in decline, the inner circle is full of courtiers, and the outer ring is hostile to the enemy.The Beidi Wanqi family frequently invaded the frontiers, and the Yan army was defeated, losing nine out of ten battles. They tried to cut Liao, Xuerzhou and the land north of Dongze Mountain in Luanzhou in order to eliminate the army.Dongze Mountain is a barrier to the hinterland of Yan. If it is captured by Beidi, it is equivalent to the door being half-open, and it is almost dead.The imperial court was divided into two factions, the main war faction and the main peace faction. The original intention was to determine the state of the country, but soon it became a dispute of sentiments, and the parties fought against differences and opposed each other.Ye Jing'an, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, fought hard to fight against the main peace faction, and was also secretly hated by Emperor Yan. He was named treason and punished five times.Loyalty to the sun and the moon is exchanged for a piece of paper treason, and devotion is exchanged for a white banner. This kind of loyalty, whoever loves to learn will learn.

Wan Chengyuan smiled and said: "You are interesting. The Ye family also gave a dozen bowls of rice and a shelter for the sake of the same surname. Wouldn't it be too bad for them to exchange shame and loyalty?"

These words are harsh.

Ye Zhao calmed down and drew Dayan River and Mountain on the paper—a puddle of rotten corpse water. "Master has raised me for so long, and I just found out today? If I didn't have those few bowls of rice, what I'm doing right now is just working for a living, and I wouldn't be able to talk to my master at night by candlelight."

Jiuding should belong to the capable one, and return Yudian to peace.Rather than being loyal and foolish to death, it is better to be convicted of treason and sacrifice 330 innocent souls from the Ye family.

Wan Qiyuan started a new candle and read his younger brother Wan Qiyu's secret letter instead.He was not familiar with the intrigues of the officials in Zhongzhou, and he soon had a headache seeing it, but Wan Qiyu sent a letter only ten days later, and what he said was bound to be important, so he had to think carefully. "I'm afraid it's more interesting to have Luan on his car...In the Palace of Yan, you must act cautiously."

Ye Zhao listed dozens of crimes and was very satisfied, so he put down his pen and cleaned his hands: "Although I am a rotten trick that will last for a while, it should be more than enough to deal with a lustful old fool. As long as there is half a hair in his skull, Yan Shi is not in the same situation as it is today."

Wan Chengyuan burned the secret letter: "I would rather believe in what I have than believe in what I don't have, and far from believing in the person who is in charge of the universe. I will really be a half-belief."

"Yes or no, let me give it a try." Ye Zhao carefully wiped away the remaining water stains, like peeling the skin to suck blood, "Master, you know, waiting for one more day is... just one more day to destroy my heart."

He didn't wait for Wan Chengyuan's answer, then he went to the inner room, and took off his usual clothes on the bronze mirror.The room is dizzy, the lamp oil is almost exhausted, and there is only a single naked figure in the mirror, like a three-finger-wide white jade thread embedded in the yellow field, with rough edges and a pale white halo, like a wild ghost in the wilderness—no father, no mother, no Aren't you just a wild ghost?

The delicate skin and tender meat that has been warmed in the village for many years will turn into bruises after being rubbed and pressed heavily. Ye Zhao poked his neck and stared at the crimson pieces reflected in the bronze mirror before stopping.The cluster of faint lights went out with a few clicks, his throat clenched, and he couldn't restrain himself from pushing down the bronze mirror, and he also fell headfirst.

Ordinary people, who still have a little bit of blood, are always unwilling to be a plaything for someone to tease.

The horns are tall, the horns are tall...

Those who can say the word majestic must first stand up to the sky, Ye Zhao can't, can't...

When also, no, willing.

Ye Zhao took the bronze mirror and passed his arms through his sleeves, his long sleeves dangling like wings like clouds.She wanted to paint her eyebrows again and Shi Dai covered her three-point hostility. She was both disgusted and inappropriate, so she gave up.

Serve people with low eyebrows and bowed waists, and after serving, you can stay with you all night long, and if you do, you can watch the faint king... step by step towards death.

It's just right for him.

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