drunk spring branch

In the next few days, Jingzhu and Maizi were very peaceful, taking medicine when they should take medicine, and sleeping when they should sleep, like a loving father and son.

Whether intentionally or not, Du Yuan is quite peaceful, rarely going in and out of Prince Xiang's Mansion.Jing Zhu didn't go to inquire, he wished to meet less and avoid embarrassment.As for Ming Xuanyu, he could see him or not.

But the scene of that day is still lingering in Jing Zhu's mind. Ming Xuanyu half-hidden in the light gauze curtain, with flushed cheeks, seems to be more alluring than any good erotic pictures.

But recently, Ming Xuanyu is often not in the mansion, which is boring.So Jing Zhu, who couldn't stay idle, ran to chat with the old housekeeper, Yi An.Yi An was busy with the big and small affairs of the mansion, knowing that he was a distinguished guest, he couldn't refuse, so he would stop to have a serious conversation with Jing Zhu every time.Of course, Jing Zhu is not a person without winks. After realizing this, he stopped bothering him and took pleasure in teaching the naughty Maizi a lesson.

After entering ninth, it became colder and colder.

The cold wind of winter rushed impatiently with the wind and snow, and the dead branches creaked feebly, as if they were making the last struggle.The pervasive cold wind penetrates through the gaps in the clothing materials, reminding people that winter is coming.

A faint ambergris permeated the air, and Ming Xuanjin, who was at his desk by the window, yawned long and continued to bury his head in a pile of memorials on the table.Candle flickering, reflected in?On the apricot-yellow Longteng dark-pattern robe, the texture of the luxurious cloth fluctuated.

Dressed in black, Yan Guichen stood silently behind him, arms folded, without saying a word, motionless, as if blending with all the objects in the study, hidden in the darkness of night, as if in harmony with those antique green plants No difference.

After a while, someone came to report and said something in a panic. Ming Xuanjin didn't listen carefully, but only heard that it was a concubine in the harem, so what, so he replied casually.

After the person who came to report retreated like walking on thin ice, and the room belonged to two people again, Ming Xuanjin rubbed his eyes, stretched slowly, pulled the clothes around Yan Guichen's waist behind him, pulled up his belt and The man gently pulled to his side, like a lazy cat, tilting his head and rubbing against him.

"What did he just say? I didn't pay attention, you tell me."

Ming Xuanjin blinked with a smile and said coquettishly.

It's not "Zhen" who calls itself in front of everyone, but "I", just like when I was young.

"Concubine Yu's fetus, as you wish."

Yan Guichen said with a frown, as if unwilling to bring it up again.

As soon as the words fell, Ming Xuanjin laughed happily, but the laughter was intimidating.He stood up with a smile, his fox eyes were raised slightly, and his sword eyebrows were like flying.Leaning on Yan Guichen's chest, his index finger kept walking around his neck and shoulders, and lightly peeled off the black coat.

"Isn't this what you expected? You probably don't want to keep this baby. Or...it's about Concubine Yu, and you really want to do it yourself?"

The corners of Ming Xuanjin's mouth rose triumphantly, and he deliberately stretched out his fingers to pick up Yan Guichen's chin, rubbing it with his fingertips.

The person being teased was reversed and forced to retreat on the dragon table full of memorials. With a bang, several memorials on the edge fell to the ground, and the paper was rattled. up.

Yan Guichen, who was pushed back against the dragon case, clearly couldn't move, but at the moment he didn't feel any embarrassment.He who hides in front of people on weekdays and restrains his emotional fluctuations, looking at the person in front of him whose eyes are full of sun, moon and stars, can't help being moved, smiles dotingly, and boldly stretches out his hand to brush away the domineering emperor's temple. hair.

Having followed the emperor for many years in various positions and identities, Yan Guichen naturally understood what Ming Xuanjin wanted, so he let him torment. The evil ghost who usually kills without blinking an eye is no longer his queen's secret executioner, but a Ordinary, people who like him.

The wrists were forcefully clamped tightly, Yan Guichen turned his head skillfully, and the naked neck after being pulled was presented in front of his eyes, where there were still crimson marks left by the lust of the previous few days.

"Yan Guichen, tell me, do you feel sorry for not letting you kill the fetus in Concubine Yu's womb with your own hands?"

Ming Xuanjin leaned close to the person below him presumptuously, looking down playfully, like a hunter who is disdainful of his prey.

"Brother's trick of killing two birds with one stone is very good."

Yan Guichen smiled bitterly, noncommittal to the question.

"I love you so much for your cleverness."

With a sneer, Ming Xuanjin began to lick the neck that had already left traces.

He really likes Yan Guichen, who is supposed to be stern and ruthless in front of others, and softly calls him brother in front of him alone.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Guichen didn't seem to want to explain.However, the king's order cannot be violated.Despite all reluctance and helplessness, Concubine Yu must help untie the knot left in the emperor's heart.

In fact, Yan Guichen knew why Ming Xuanjin was obsessed with loving and torturing him, or Concubine Yu.

Enter the 'skirt knock seven' one. spirit "five (it! no * nine' spirit

When the current emperor was still in the Prince's East Palace, he was a stubborn person who insisted on going his own way and saying what he said.Therefore, he thought that Yan Guichen had Cheng Miaoyu in his heart, so he must be pretending, and he would do everything possible to stop the two of them, even if everyone said that the two were just old acquaintances, but as long as he Ming Xuanjin thought so, Then it must be that there is no impossible situation.

Actually, in Yan Guichen's cold eyes, there was no process Miaoyu at all.

Poor that woman, in order to enter the palace as a concubine, she used her good background to please the queen mother in every possible way, and entered the emperor's harem with the help of the queen mother.He thought he had finally climbed onto the dragon bed, but in fact he was just being used as a tool to take revenge on Yan Guichen.

Although the reason for this retaliation was originally non-existent.

From the companionship of young and ignorant, to the entrustment of life and death today.Any woman that Yan Guichen intentionally touches will die without a place to bury her.Only Cheng Miaoyu was an exception, the queen mother liked her, and her father was a veteran official in the court, so she couldn't throw the corpse in the wilderness.

Therefore, Ming Xuanjin chose to make her life worse than death.

A few days ago, the well-behaved Concubine Yu had another miscarriage, and this was the third fetus she had lost.No one could have imagined that it was the emperor who asked Yan Guichen to move his hand to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

The newly canonized Dong Jieyu is the new favorite of the Empress Dowager.Concubine Yu was jealous that this person stole the Queen Mother's favor from her and the Emperor's favor from her. She held a grudge, but she had the bigger picture in mind, and she couldn't bear it.But Dong Jieyu's people secretly added musk to her anti-fetal medicine, and when Dong Chuang's incident became known, the two had an argument, and between pushing and pushing, Concubine Yu's fetus failed to keep.

According to Ming Xuanjin's design, it developed like this, and the truth known to everyone is also like this.In fact, the grief-stricken emperor knew all this a long time ago. He gave Yan Guichen the excessive amount of musk, and this imperial assassin handed it over to Dong Jieyu by chance to stimulate her evil thoughts and arrange for her to act.

This move killed two birds with one stone, and Yan Guichen had to sigh with emotion.After torturing Concubine Yu and making her miserable, she had to live in the emperor's so-called more compassion.He also got rid of the eyeliner that the queen mother kept by his side, that is, Dong Jieyu, who was innocent and was thrown away after being used up as a pawn.

"Yan Guichen, you've done so many things that harmed your virtue for me, aren't you afraid of going to hell?"

Biting the stubborn lip of the man under him, Ming Xuanjin asked with a smile.

"...I have my brother accompanying me on the road to Huangquan, so why not be afraid of it."

Yan Guichen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, as if he was full of thousands of melancholy and desperate.

Restraining the remaining tenderness from the caress, Ming Xuanjin was fully enjoying a hearty, long-awaited sex at this time.Watching Yan Guichen panting heavily when he was pressed against the dragon table, combined with his fierce movements of standing up and penetrating, a sense of satisfaction after conquering spontaneously arose.

The pleasure climbed, and I couldn't help but think about it.Yan Guichen frowned, and the pain and happiness behind him were superimposed, and he couldn't help but feel that he wanted to cooperate with the impact of Ming Xuanjin.

"Yan Guichen, say... you say it quickly! Say you love me, say you... love me."

Greedy for the warmth and happiness of being wrapped, Ming Xuanjin is already infatuated, but he still does not forget to lean over and bite Yan Guichen's shoulder, and kiss the back that has been scarred all these years.

"Ah...brother, I love you...uh! Well...really, I love you so much."

Grabbing Ming Xuanjin's finger and holding it in his mouth, Yan Guichen closed his eyes while talking.

No jokes, and no pillow talk.He really loves this ruthless and dictatorial emperor.Whether it was his prince's companion reading every day when he was young and ignorant, or the queen assassin who chose to feign death and hide in his shadow to dye his hands with blood.

It's just such a secret mind, I don't know the king's heart, and no one knows.I can only complain about the black clothes like the night, the blood dripping on the tip of the knife, and the desire to be loyal when I was lingering by the bedside.