Looking for green hills

"Ah..." Before Jiang Youba could react, Ulan clamped the horse's belly with her legs and jumped away. Ulan's speed was very fast, and she didn't care that the person in front of her chest was a first-time rider. People from the Central Plains who don't know how, amidst the sound of horses' hooves, the wind in their ears gradually whistled, and the snow-covered mountains in the distance were getting closer and closer. His muscles tensed in great fear.

His hand was held by Ulan's big hand, and his back was tightly pressed against Ulan's sweaty chest. He breathed and heard each other for a moment, and his heartbeats matched each other. Ulan didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and kept tightening the arm holding the rein , wrapped him tightly in his arms, getting closer and closer, and sprayed his hot breath against his ears: "Are you afraid? People from the Central Plains."

Jiang Youpan's shiny earlobes were burned red by his breathing, and the clothes on his back were already soaked in his sweat, sticking to his body sticky. Shamed and afraid, Jiang Youpan replied in a trembling voice: " Don’t talk about people from the Central Plains, I have a name, my name is Jiang Yousi, and... I’m not afraid... not afraid at all... ah!!"

When he said "not afraid", Ulan suddenly grabbed the rein with all his strength, and the black steed neighed under the huge pulling force and raised its front hooves. On Ulan's hard and bare chest, the black horse neighed a few more times in the air, turned around in a circle, and then fell back to the original place.

Jiang Youpan was scared out of his wits by this turn of events, and fell into Ulan's arms panting heavily, his delicate face was completely drained of blood, Ulan hugged him from behind, and mocked viciously: "Didn't you say Don't be afraid, Jiang...Jiang, what is it..."

Jiang Yousi immediately realized that he was deliberately teasing himself, and before he finished speaking, he turned around and stared at him fiercely: "You!!"

"What about me, sit still, Jiang Jiang..."

Ulan raised his whip, and with a deep and deep sound of "drive", the black steed galloped again.

It is midsummer at this time, the grassland is full of greenery, and patches of green grass grow above the knees, and colorful Gesang flowers are sprinkled on the green field like stars in the sky, swaying in the summer evening wind In the distance, the waves are shining like practice, a meandering stream stretches to the sky like a nine-curved ileum, flocks of sheep are scattered in the streams rich in water and grass, and galloping horses are galloping towards the depths of the grassland like flying, flying in the air like a Lightning, with a bang, crossed the flowing stream.

Jiang Yousi was imprisoned in Ulan's arms, his chest and back were tightly fitted together, and while he was running, a big bulging thing kept rubbing between his buttocks. It was as terrifying in size as a donkey's whip. At first, it just limply pressed against the crotch with the movement of riding, but soon it hardened, and it went down like a branding iron to poke Jiang Youpan's buttocks. Jiang Youpan No matter how stupid Si is, he still knows what that hot thing is. His whole face was blushed by this presumptuous behavior, so red that it was so vivid that he twisted his body and tried to move forward, but it was very difficult. It was soon posted by Ulan again, and the huge donkey whip seemed to have recognized it, and it beat into his secret gap rhythmically with the horse's jolting movements!

"You... are extremely obscene!! Stay away from me!" No matter how hard Jiang Yousi could bear this torture, he turned his head and glared at Ulan with a blushing face. Ulan lowered her head and grinned, revealing Two gleaming white canine teeth: "What are you afraid of when we are all men? We are so close, and we will naturally react when we bump all the way. Don't you feel it at all?" Ulan joked at him after finishing speaking. I looked under him.

Jiang Youpan hurriedly covered his body with a long gown, and he couldn't let him see it, because he himself had already had an erection.

He is 25 years old this year, and he has already reached the age of getting married in Central Plains, but he is still alone, for no other reason, he does not respond to women.

He once went to the most famous brothel in the capital to order five leading girls in order to get himself an erection for women. Those girls were fat and thin, each with their own merits, but no matter how they touched or rubbed on him, he still had nothing. reaction.

Since then, he has completely cut off the idea of ​​marrying a wife, and is ready to be alone for the rest of his life. He is a person with no desires, and since he has no desires, he puts all his energy on his official career. In just a few years, he climbed all the way to become Emperor Yongchu's confidant.

But now, the pure and ascetic Mr. Jiang in the court was actually completely erected after being pushed a few times by a man with his crotch. This terrified him and made him panic. Pushing Ulan with his hands, he said in a trembling voice, "Put me down!"

"Let you go down? Look where this is. I'll let you go down now. Tonight you will become food for the wolves."

They had already traveled to the hinterland of the grassland, and the sky was gradually darkening. The endless grassland was like a huge black curtain, hanging down from the sky, exuding a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

Jiang Youpan was a little anxious. He was really anxious by this rude and domineering man, and his voice was trembling: "What about the owner of the racecourse? And my attendants? Send me back to them, you Where are you taking me?"

"It's almost dark, and it's not safe to ride a horse on the grassland. I've already sent someone to deliver the letter. You can stay at my place tonight, and I'll take you back tomorrow."

"I'm not going, you let me go, I'm not going!" Jiang Youpan stared into Ulan's eyes in horror like an antelope in a cage.

Seeing him licking his tiger teeth with the tip of his tongue like this, Ulan leaned into his ear and whispered, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will eat you? Jiang Jiang." After finishing speaking, he ignored Jiang Youpan's push and push, Clamping on the horseback, he galloped towards the darkness.

The upright thing was still rubbing between his buttocks rhythmically, Jiang Youpan felt that his buttocks were about to be scalded by the temperature of that thing, and the most terrible thing was that they were running too fast and the saddle was too fast. Hard, Jiang Youba's legs and buttocks have long been worn out, and it hurts even if he bumps it right now.

Beads of sweat soon oozed from his forehead, under the tremendous pain and secret pleasure, the thing under his body swelled to the extreme, drips of clear liquid flowed out from his bell mouth, he bit his lower lip with his teeth, feeling remorse in his heart To the extreme, could it be that he was begging this mad dog to teach him how to ride a horse because he was dazed by the strong wind on the prairie.

He obviously had thousands of ways to get close to Ulan, but he chose the stupidest one.

Just when Jiang Youpan couldn't help but want to let out the first groan, Ulan finally stopped.

Ulan's tent is set in the hinterland of the grassland, built along the gurgling stream, and the black tent made of yak hair is hidden in the dark night, making it difficult to see the shape clearly.

After dismounting from the horse, Ulan walked forward without looking back. After walking a few steps, he suddenly found that no one was following him, so he turned his head and looked behind him. Get off the horse, "What? Do you want me to carry you down?"

"No need!" Jiang Youpan uttered a word with difficulty, and then slowly lifted one leg. Although he was very careful, the wound on the base of the leg was still pulled, and he couldn't help crying out in pain, "hiss……"

Ulan took a few steps forward, grabbed his waist and hugged him off the horse, "Are you hurt? You are so delicate, your skin and flesh are weaker than women on the prairie."

"You are the woman, let me go!" Jiang Youpan struggled to free his arm, and limped into the tent. Wulan lit the oil lamp, and the scene in the tent came into view. A bed, a blanket, a couple of riding whips, and a couple of brass bowls, nothing else.

Jiang Yousi looked around and his eyes darkened. This tent was extremely rudimentary, without even a breath of life, as if it was just a temporary sleeping place.

Jiang Yousi had already asked someone to investigate Ulan's previous experience before he came, but he never expected that he would live in such a simple environment with a majestic royal blood.

After all, Ulan is still just an 18-year-old boy, and has lost his close relatives twice. Now he is wandering in the depths of the grassland alone with no relatives and no reason, accompanied by cattle, sheep, grass and horses. Thinking of this, Jiang Yousi felt a little distressed He, even the throbbing in his body dissipated a bit.

He moved to the side of the bed with some difficulty, and his buttocks felt a sharp pain as soon as he sat on it, so he gritted his teeth and stood up again, but the heels of his legs hurt even more from this friction, and he finally couldn't help humming said.

Ulan glanced at him, went to the bed and took out a bottle of plaster from under the pillow, held it in his hand and shook it at him, "Take off your pants and I'll apply the medicine for you, otherwise you won't be able to ride a horse tomorrow. "

Hearing his words, Jiang Youpan's eyes widened in disbelief: "You...what are you talking about?! Take off...take off your pants?! You leave me the plaster, I can apply it myself."

"How do you apply the wound on your butt?" Ulan smiled generously, and approached Jiang Youpan step by step with the plaster. Pulling back, Ulan twisted his hands behind him, pressed his face down on the bed, raised his hand and pulled off his pants, two white, tender and rosy buttocks jumped into his eyes with a "bang", round and plump in shape , the color is a bit whiter than the lambs on the prairie, as the owner struggles, the two meat balls are trembling in the summer night wind, and the hidden gap between the two strands is also looming...

This scene was so tempting that Ulan couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed it, just like stroking a lamb on the pasture when he was a child.

"What are you doing?! You... rogue! Scoundrel! Do you have any shame! Do you know that do not see evil!" Jiang Yousi was pressed down by a pair of big hands, anxious and ashamed, on his white and tender buttocks Pieces of pink also emerged. Seeing him struggling, Ulan slapped his butt hard, "Don't move! They are all men, what are you afraid of? If I don't apply the plaster for you, you won't be able to leave tomorrow, are you Do you want to stay with me and not leave?"

Jiang Yousi struggled for a while, but seeing that he couldn't make it, he simply stopped. Ulan was right, they were all men, so what was he afraid of?He is not afraid, he cannot be afraid, he has to bring this person back...

Ulan's palm was covered with ice-cold plaster, and he applied it not very gently to the worn part of his buttocks. Jiang Youpan gritted his teeth to hold back the throbbing throbbing in his body, but Ulan seemed to do it on purpose, every time he applied a plaster, The palms of the place would wrap around the soft flesh there and rub it non-stop. Jiang Youpan buried his head in the bed, his body trembling in those rough palms like gravel.

Finally, the wounds on his rear hips were all smeared. Ulan finally let go of his confinement and raised his hands to turn his body over. Pulling his legs apart, he was about to touch the heels of his legs. Jiang Youpan Suddenly he yelled loudly, covered his lower body with trembling hands, and his voice was tinged with tears: "I can paint here myself, you go out...you go out, please... ..”

Ulan half-kneeled between his legs, staring at the square inch covered by his hands. Those white and tender palms were pink even to the fingertips, tremblingly covering the sparse pubic hair, and under the palms, The pillar, which is as white as the palm of your hand, has long stood upright, and it can't even be covered.

Ulan stared at him for a while, licked the tiger's teeth with the tip of her tongue, and pulled a smirk from the corner of her mouth: "Okay, I'll go out." After speaking, he walked out of the tent without looking back.

After he left, Jiang Youpan covered his face and fell to the bed. He raised his legs and clamped the red blanket under his body between his legs, wriggling and rubbing his body up.

The emotional tide in his body was too turbulent, and his lower body was swollen and painful, but he had read the sage books and couldn't do anything to blaspheme himself, so he could only lie on the bed, rubbing the blanket under him with his erect lower body, Trying to use this to resist this surging passion.

Outside the tent, Ulan stared at the wriggling figure on the bed through the cracks in the tattered curtain. After a while, he turned around and walked into the boundless darkness.