[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

The spring of 25 came very early, just like Yong Jue's bright mood.

It seems that the 24th New Year's Eve took away his bad luck for a year, and the good news came one after another.

When the second elder brother Mianheng was full moon, the concubine Ning broke the news that she was one month pregnant. During the Lantern Festival palace banquet, the side Fujin Guerjia, who was married in December, fainted in the Palace of Compassion and Ning. The imperial physician checked the pulse , Good guy, I'm pregnant too.

Counting the Gege Han family who smelled fishy smell and vomited in a mess at Yongjue's 21st birthday banquet, three pregnant women were added to the Jinjun Palace at once. Even if these women are more politically significant to Yongjue, It also makes someone jump three feet high happily.

Is there anything more reflective of a man's ability than this?

In March when the cold wind dissipated and the greenery gradually became prominent, Ali Hezhuo, the leader of the Hui tribe, brought his nephew Turdu, his daughter Hanxiang, and many Hui warriors, Hui soldiers, convoys, horse teams, camel teams, drum bands, beauties The team... marched mightily towards the city of Beijing.

Huo Zhanji's rebellion was pacified. As the leaders of the defeated army, Ali and Zhuo came to ask for peace.

On the day when Ali and Zhuo arrived in the capital, the emperor had another convulsion and received a leader of the defeated army. He actually brought the prince elder brother, clan princes, and civil and military ministers to greet him in person in front of the hall.

Qianlong's attention was immediately attracted by the woman sitting in the car, wearing red Uighur clothes, white down headdress, silk scarf covering her mouth and nose, fluttering skirts, eyes fixed, beautiful as a picture scroll up.

"My minister, Ali, sees the emperor! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" A uniform voice came to mind in front of the Palace of Preserving Harmony.

Qianlong greeted him very imposingly: "Ali and Zhuo don't make big letters, they have come from a long way, thank you for your hard work!"

Ali and Zhuo pretended to be calm and introduced the stunning beauty next to him in fluttering white clothes: "This is the little girl Hanxiang." Of course, you have to ignore his eyes that turn back and forth between the emperor and his daughter.

Yong Jue was the last one standing in the line of princes, and even the twelfth elder brother who was only seven years old was in front. The gap between the two was 70 centimeters. It looked extremely funny, but he didn't change his expression, as if nothing had happened. Standing there calmly, E Rong'an, who was secretly following Yong Jue, applauded in his heart.

Hong Chang, the prince's son, poked him quietly: "Hey, why do I think the emperor is smiling so strangely?"

Yong Jue raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, whispering: "Like the old man who saw Miss Yunyi in Baihualou?"

Hong Chang's expression twisted violently, and his voice trembled: "Yingxian, did you do it on purpose?" This guy just wanted to make him laugh out loud on such a solemn occasion, bastard!

Someone smiled innocently: "What?" A golden light even appeared from behind.

Hong Chang wisely shut up, and he knew that this guy definitely didn't mind standing behind a group of radish heads. The most generous man in Aixinjueluo's family is the best at acting, right?

That night, Qianlong prepared a grand welcome party on the Royal Stage with a thumping boy's heart, decorated with lanterns and festoons, and it was very lively.

Under the stage, many tables are already full.

Almost everyone in the palace, from the queen mother to the concubines and princesses, participated in this grand event.

Qianlong, Ali Hezhuo, and princes and ministers sat in the middle of the field, and the queen mother sat at a table with the empress, concubine Ling, and other concubines. The male and female seats were blocked by a row of lush bushes.

Although she was busy preparing for her marriage, Qing'er still got the grace to sit beside the Queen Mother. Recently, Niu Hulu couldn't leave her more and more.

That's right, Prince Ujumqin's son has already set off from the grassland with a large amount of dowry, and it is estimated that he will arrive next month.

On the stage, Qianlong ordered the lively "Havoc in Heaven", and Monkey King was rolling on the stage.The gongs and drums sounded loudly.Ali had never seen this kind of drama before, and couldn't stop applauding.Everyone applauded, and the applause was thunderous.

The actors received their rewards and retired.

Ali and Zhuo stood up and said to Qianlong: "Your Majesty, the following is the dance that the little girl dedicated to the Emperor! It is the folk dance of our Hui tribe. It is vulgar and simple, and it is not respectful. Please feel free to take a look at it!"

Thinking of the beautiful and beautiful woman he saw in the afternoon, Qianlong immediately became excited.

At this time, the band changed back.The Hui music with very ethnic characteristics suddenly sounded. Everyone felt quite novel and stared at the stage with great interest.

On the stage, many powerful men with bare arms and red vests danced to the sound of drums.

The drums are rumbling, and the dancers are leaping all over the stage, full of the feeling of "force", which makes people dizzy.Then, Han Xiang was carried out by several warriors.Dressed in white, still half-covering his face with white gauze, he landed in the middle of the stage with fragrance, and danced gracefully to the music under the support of many male dancers.

The sound of drums, music and horns is full of exotic flavors, fragrant and graceful, dancing beautifully.

The white gauze was fluttering like snow, and among the many men, there was even the unique charm of women, who looked outstanding and graceful, and many officials with weak concentration actually looked straight at it.

Yong Jue didn't have time to look at these stout men.She didn't want to admire the beauty who was likely to become the new favorite concubine, so she immediately turned her attention to the minister's seat.

Coincidentally, Fuchaming Ruichi.The naked probing eyes also glanced over.

Yong Jue laughed, it seems that they both have the same idea.

Blinking at him frivolously, and mouthing 'wait for me at Biezhuang tonight', Yong Jue was very satisfied to see Mingrui's face flushed like a little girl, and she choked on drinking, laughing happily .

Qianlong was so forgetful, he stared at the stage with green eyes and said: "Ali Hezhuo! You princess, I have heard General Zhaohui mention it several times! You are so famous that you are not as beautiful as a woman in the world! I think I've seen a lot of beauties before, but this is the first time I've seen someone like Hanxiang!"

All the ministers who heard this covered their faces, and the face that resembled the late emperor had a salivating expression. Your Majesty, can you be more anxious?

Are you the late emperor’s son, or are you the late emperor’s son-in-law recruited by the late empress ╮(╯_╰)╭Yong Jue took the opportunity to glance at the female seat, ouch, the empress dowager’s expression froze, the face of the empress empress’ ten thousand-year coffin was painted The concubine almost tore off her veil with ink, and the compliant pillow made the imperial concubine almost tear her veil, and her smile was distorted, and the rest of the concubines and nobles all gritted their teeth, their faces wishing to tear off the fragrant Yama's evil spirit illuminated by the candle It's clear.

After a fierce and beautiful dance, Hanxiang suddenly danced to the center of the stage, and prostrated herself on the ground facing Qianlong.All the male dancers fell to their knees in unison, and the music stopped suddenly.

Qianlong was stunned for a while, then stood up and applauded vigorously.

Behold the virtues of his wicked devil!

Yong Jue, who had no choice but to stand up and applaud, complained in his heart. Since the smallpox incident last year, he had extinguished his last hope for this uncle. The so-called awe had long since disappeared like dewdrops in the morning light. net.

Qianlong couldn't help but walked forward, helped Hanxiang up with his own hands, and said softly: "Get up, princess Hanxiang, look up and let me have a look."

Hanxiang raised her head passively, neither crying nor laughing, her expression was terribly cold and glamorous, Qianlong was shocked by such beauty, his eyeballs almost fell out, and the dragon's claws were still caressing her hand.

Hong Chang was stunned for a long time and suddenly said: "Pretty is beautiful, but why does this girl have a tragic face? As if she is about to go on the road?"

Yong Jue replied casually: "It must be a woman with a story."

Who knows, one word becomes a prophecy (four tones of chen).

Since the emperor is so powerful, Ali and Zhuo are too blind to not be on the road, and he immediately expressed his desire to get married with a smile.

Taking a look at that fragrant and beautiful woman, Qianlong was so happy that he didn't know how to go north.

Dozens of beauties brought back from Huibu also had a place to go. Ali Hezhuo, who was successfully promoted to Qianlong's father-in-law, sent beauties to all the adult princes, princes, and important officials in the court. A woman named Afafu entered Yongjue's backyard like this .

Of course, this is not an issue that Prince Jin should pay attention to after the banquet.

At this time, he was staying in the bedroom of the villa, listening to the sound of water splashing in the room next to him, feeling restless as if a little paw was scratching his heart.

A shy voice suddenly came from next door: "Yingxian, I forgot to bring a change of clothes, can you..."

Yong Jue's eyes lit up immediately, he picked up his clothes and walked over quickly, then wandered outside the door...

Whether to be Ximen Qing or Liu Xiahui, this is a question that a man must tirelessly explore throughout his life.

Jun Ting is so kind to invite, if he refuses, I'm afraid it won't be good...

Yong Jue touched his chin, not only would the beauty be ashamed and angry, but the ancestors of the Fucha family might also despise him, right? (A Fei lifted the table: It's muddy, big pervert, what does it matter to one's ancestors if he hooks up with a good man from a good family?)

Thinking of this, Yong Jue took a deep breath, and walked in calmly.

After giving him the clothes, he looked around as if he didn't intend to leave at all, which made Fucha Ming Ruijun blush.

"Still going out?" He whispered softly.

Yong Jue wiped his back very virtuously, groped with his hands unruly, and joked: "Yun Ting, why have you been ignoring me tonight? God pity you, as a husband, you abide by the way of a husband and don't even look at him." Take a look on stage!"

He couldn't help thinking of the beautiful beauties that Ali and Zhuo Yinqin gave him, and the pregnant women in someone's backyard, and the sour bubbles in Mingrui's heart boiled again.

"I don't want to talk to you in my next life. I spend my whole day flirting with flowers and grass, so you can't do what a good woman should do?" He slapped someone's paw away, and sat down opposite the bathtub.

Never thought that he could still put on a "big wife discipline well."Yong Jue suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"What are you looking at?" Probably aware that there was something wrong with his attitude, Mingrui scolded lightly, lowered his head, revealing the bloodshot ears, and the slender neck that was red all the way to the bottom.

Yong Jue suddenly bent down and blew out the candle.

At this time, a good woman and a man should do something to let his wife know that his wife's position is stable!

The room was pitch black, only the slight starlight outside the window would not make people's eyes dark.

Mingrui moved uncomfortably, causing a splash of water.

Without further ado, Yong Jue tore off his clothes, jumped into the water, hugged Mingrui in his arms, two warm bodies touched each other, and Yong Jue stroked each other up and down in satisfaction.

The fingernails gently scratched the red beans on the left, sometimes pulling lightly or heavily, and the other hand made ambiguous circles on the back of the waist.

"Yingxian, don't...don't pinch..." Mingrui panted uncomfortably.

Yong Jue smiled lowly: "Okay, stop pinching o(*￣▽￣*)o" He let go of his hand, leaned over to lick and suck gently, clicked his tongue, drew the outline of the red dot with his tongue, and breathed from time to time .

"Aha...you..." Mingrui's legs gave way, he lost all strength, and fell on Yong Jue's body, his whole body was burning with shame, his eyes were closed tightly, he didn't dare to open them, and he didn't want to open them.

One side was comforted lightly or heavily, but the other side was left in the cold. Ming Rui frowned, hooked Yong Jue's neck, and murmured shyly: "Over there, over there..."

"Over there?" The corners of Yongjue's mouth curled up wickedly, and he took Mingrui's hand and covered it, "Do it yourself."

"What?" Mingrui looked up at him in disbelief, his face flushed, his hand was stiff on the red tassel, he didn't dare to move, but he didn't let it go.

"I said, the lady rubs it herself and shows it to the husband, okay?"

Yong Jue let go of the already trembling red beans, one hand slid down the firm and tight muscles, and walked on the flat lower abdomen, from time to time, he used his fingertips to lightly touch Xiao Mingrui, who was already tending to raise his head, and the other hand along the Feel down the spine inch by inch, slide over the tailbone, come to the restricted area, and gently circle around.

"Ah...you...how could you...that kind of thing..." Ming Rui clenched his lips to prevent himself from moaning.

Yong Jue blinked frivolously: "Because I am your husband O(∩_∩)O~"

"Do you read that kind of book?" Mingrui asked while panting.

Yong Jue straightened his back, and pressed his scorching hardness against the gap: "Lady, don't you underestimate your husband? To you, your husband has always been self-taught!"

"Sophistry!" Mingrui couldn't help laughing.

Borrowing the hot water, he gently pokes a finger in, probably because he hasn't done it for a long time, and the inside is very dry. He curls up his finger, lets the hot water in, and turns it left and right. Before Mingrui gets used to it, he puts in another finger and pushes it open folds.

"It hurts!" Mingrui cried out suddenly.

"Damn it, it's only been a few days and it's so tight again?" Yong Jue cursed in a low voice, and after dawdling for a while, his manly instincts couldn't be restrained, and he gnawed red marks on Mingrui's collarbone, saying vaguely, " If you don't want Wei Fu to go in like this, rub it for me quickly."

Mingrui blushed almost to the point of bleeding, but he didn't refuse, he grabbed his little brother and fiddled with him, the huge one in his hand was throbbing.

A low sigh of relief came out of his throat, and Yong Jue continued to stretch Mingrui's back, imitating the movements with his fingers, going in and out of the passage, and suddenly came across a small spot.

"Hmm...don't move...ah..." Mingrui's body softened immediately.

After poking it several times in a row, Mingrui raised his head violently, like a swan with a bent neck, his body trembled violently, and it took him a long time before he fell limp and gasped for breath.

The long project was finally completed, he hung Mingrui's leg around his waist, and pushed it in slowly and firmly.

"Bastard, you..." Mingrui's face turned pale, and he cried out in pain.

It was tight and hot, and Yong Jue almost couldn't hold back.

"Miss, do you want to cut off your husband's little brother and keep it for yourself?" He leaned into the other's ear, talking hooliganically, while comforting him.

Mingrui gradually relaxed his body, Yong Jue took the opportunity to push all his body in, and mercilessly drilled into the depths.

"Ah... um... don't move..." Mingrui felt a numbness spread all over his body along his tailbone, which made him cry out.

Yong Jue couldn't bear it anymore, the motor started, the movements were violent and wild, every time he deliberately brushed against that point, the water in the tub splashed, overflowed outside, and wet the floor.

Mingrui felt pain and pleasure, tightly hugged Yongjue's waist, and moaned intermittently: "Ah...slow down...too fast...Yingxian...please...don't touch there...it hurts...I can't do it It's..."

"That's not enough?" Yong Jue kneaded his buttocks, picked him up, so that he could penetrate deeper, and smiled lowly, "Lady, my husband knows that you are jealous, don't worry, I will love you and satisfy you tonight." , don’t think about begging for mercy, don’t you know that the way you are crying and begging while sucking me tightly is the same as asking me to work harder?”

Mingrui's ears were stained with blood, he buried his head on Yongjue's neck, and did not lift it up without saying anything.

Clasping his hips with both hands, he pushed hard at the same time, thrusting fiercely.

"Aha!" Mingrui screamed, trembling all over, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "It's too deep...go out...Yingxian...I really can't stand it..."

Unfortunately, the panting begging for mercy further aroused Yong Jue's desire to conquer.

Gradually, Mingrui's groaning became weaker, and he couldn't utter a single word except for a slight gasp. In the room, there were only the sound of Yong Jue's heavy gasping, the sound of splashing water, and the sound of entering and exiting.

The moon shifted a lot, and after a thick nasal sound, the long affair finally came to an end.

Yong Jue belatedly realized that the water was already cold, so he cleared his throat contentedly: "Ahem, go out, the water is already cold."

"Hmph, I thought Prince Pingjin, who had been lying in the snow for most of the night, couldn't keep his body warm!" Mingrui's eyes were bloodshot and watery, and he became angry from embarrassment, and he pinched him hard and refused to let him go.

"If my lady doesn't feel cold, then come again?" Yong Jue looked at the sky, there seemed to be some time before breakfast.

"...Get out!" This time I was really angry ╮(╯_╰)╭