dirty stuff

Shen Yan shook Sheng Feng's waist, showing a pretended deep smile, did not explain the reason, but lowered his body and put the knife that fell out of the ground into the sandalwood box again, and said contentedly: "Go, Go to Posuo Palace, I want to show off the queen of Xiyi Realm."

Sheng Feng was pushed away by him before, but he was in a daze. Hearing what he said, he immediately stiffened his body, refused to take a step forward, and said angrily, "You...! How can you let a man take the back seat? The reason?!"

Shen Yan didn't take it seriously, touched his chin and teased, "Then if you want to be a ghost king, you can marry me. Last time you approved my red file, your ability is really good, and being a ghost king is more than enough."

Sheng Feng: "..."

Seeing that Sheng Feng was so angry that he couldn't speak, Shen Yan coaxed and laughed while holding the box: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, where did you come from with this outfit, it's the first time I see you wearing it like this."

As he said that, he took Sheng Feng into his arms. Sheng Feng was so angry that he was too lazy to talk to him, but he still said in a muffled voice: "Isn't it ugly to blend into the Xiyi Realm? Ugly words I won't wear them anymore."

Shen Yan hastily hugged him tighter, and began to poke his hands more and more irregularly into the thin as a cicada's wing material, comforting him in a soft voice: "Why? I'll just wear it like this from now on, it's just a bit difficult to take off."

Sheng Feng pushed away his paws, gave him a hard look, and sneezed just as he was about to scold him for being shameless. It was snowing heavily, and looking at Shen Yan next to him, it seemed that he and Shen Yan were not in the same season at all.

Miscalculated.

Shen Yan hurriedly put on the fox fur cloak she was wearing on Sheng Feng, and the warm breath instantly flooded the cold body, and Sheng Feng subconsciously hid in Shen Yan's arms.

When did this ghost become so warm?

Sheng Feng caught the cold, Shen Yan's face darkened and he was no longer laughing like before, he picked him up forcefully and walked to the nearest bedroom, the servant lowered his head and decently lit candles in the bedroom, and brought a few candles to the bedroom. The brazier for heating filled the whole house with warmth.

"I don't often live in the sleeping hall, so I don't have much decoration here. If you feel shabby, I will take you to live in the Queen's Hall." Shen Yan seemed to be afraid that the place where no one lived for a long time would freeze Shengfeng, so he asked the servant to prepare it. Several big braziers were kept burning for a while.

Sheng Feng threw the cloak on the couch, he was almost dried out by several braziers, he waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No need, this place is fine."

Shen Yan stood up and stroked the pattern on the sandalwood box silently, took out the waist knife placed in it and weighed it a few times, he slightly raised his hand to signal the slaves in the palace to retreat, Sheng Feng had only seen the nine rings in books The general appearance of the waist knife, seeing Shen Yan's serious appearance, he gradually began to deny himself.

"Is there something wrong with the knife?" Sheng Feng asked tentatively.

With his back turned to him, Shen Yan shook his head, put the waist knife back into the sandalwood box and put it on the buckle, he didn't turn around, and said in a heavy tone, "Sheng Feng, you promise me one thing."

He turned around and looked at Sheng Feng, with forbearance and sadness in his eyes: "Don't hide anything from me. I didn't know how you came back from Yincao safe and sound before. Neither Yan Jun nor Judge is easy Deng, they never trade at a loss, you must have made some kind of deal with them if you can come back from the underworld, and if you want to hide it, I won't ask."

"But did you think about me when you ran to the slave bone realm alone without a word, and faced thousands of ghosts? You don't want to tell me too many things, I can pretend to be deaf and dumb, but I don't want to imagine Like a fool, what if something happens to you in the Slavery Realm, what should I do? You don’t even give me the qualification to help, how long will I wait in the Xiyi Realm if I want to listen to you?!”

Sheng Feng was stunned by Shen Yan's yelling. At the end, he sighed, got up and took Shen Yan's hand: "You will know some things, but now... I can't tell you for the time being, I'm sorry."

This memory came by accident. Sheng Feng was able to move unimpeded in the Xiyi Realm with a living body. It was all thanks to it. It was too painful.

Just wait...

Shen Yan could see that Sheng Feng was distracted, the fire that had been stuffy for seven days burst out of his heart at this moment, he broke Sheng Feng's face and printed his lips on it, this kiss was different from the previous ones, Sheng Feng had no room for resistance , can only be forced to open his mouth to accept his almost violent sweep.

Shen Yan hugged him with one arm and rolled up, and with the other hand he tore off the curtain tied to the side. The movement was too big and knocked down the placed decorations, which alarmed the soldiers stationed outside the door. The skeleton soldiers approached the hall door and asked loudly. Said: "Your Highness! Are you okay?"

One of Shen Yan's hands was struggling with the messy and complicated belt, he let go of Sheng Feng's mouth, and viciously turned his head and cursed: "Get out!"

The skeleton soldiers outside the door were so frightened that they ran away swiftly and continued to guard their posts.

Finally untied the three inner and outer three layers of belts, Shen Yan reached in and stroked Sheng Feng's thin back, Sheng Feng didn't rest well in the hospital before, and he didn't eat much, Shen Yan often forced him to I just fed it in, but I haven't seen it for seven days, and the little fat that I had raised with great difficulty disappeared again.

Thinking of this, his unknown anger came up again, and while Sheng Feng's eyes were blurred, he bit the birthmark on his neck, and the sudden pain woke Sheng Feng up.

"You...!" Sheng Feng was crushed to death, and Shen Yan bit harder and harder. He felt his skin was pierced by Shen Yan, so he cursed, "Shen Yan! You are a fucking dog's?!"

The pain gradually disappeared, Shen Yan finally let go, he leaned into Sheng Feng's ear and said, "Baby, I can't bear this pain, have you ever thought about how I will treat you next?"

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Feng froze. He felt that Shen Yan was completely on his body, and his hands were moving through the fabric. What was even more frightening was that there was a place that could not be ignored that made him feel unprecedented fear.

"Team leader Sheng, I'm already like this, just help me." Shen Yan kissed Sheng Feng's cheek lightly, and pulled Sheng Feng's slender and fair hands suggestively.

Sheng Feng was hot all over by Shen Yan's groping hands. He turned his face away and put his hands into Shen Yan's gorgeous brocade clothes. The hot flames clamored and were wrapped in the dim yellow curtain, like cat's claws. The wind coming in from the window stirs the ready-to-fire fire over and over again.

"Light, turn off the light." Sheng Feng really couldn't stand Shen Yan looking directly at him.

In an instant, all the candles in the hall were extinguished, and the wind and snow outside the window suddenly exploded, crackling on the window lattice, and the cold wind came in through the gap, but was completely dispelled by the warmth of the room.

On the couch, a gushing fire roared and swept the curtains and light veils and burned them clean. Sheng Feng was so tired that his wrists were sore at last, and Shen Yan was finally willing to quietly hug him and fall asleep.

Sheng Feng secretly rejoiced that Shen Yan didn't make any particularly excessive demands for the time being, otherwise, based on what he knew about it that day, he was afraid that his whole body would fall apart the next day. For him, it would be a day if this kind of thing could be delayed , It is a day to be comfortable.

……

The north wind blew the sedan chair windows rustling, a team of chariots and horses were rushing towards the city against the dust, and the people from northern Xinjiang who were near the sedan chair were riding tall horses, with a green pendant on their ear shining brightly in the sun. He was chatting lazily with the person in the sedan chair.

"Mutai, this year's gifts have caused me headaches. I gave a coral before. I wanted to match what I liked, but I didn't know that group of old bastards also gave it with me, which made His Majesty have a problem with me. It was self-defeating. .”

Mu Tai pondered for a long time. He is a guest of the Duke of Yuncheng, so he naturally wants to give advice to the master, but the matter of presenting gifts on birthdays cannot be neglected. The current King of Northern Xinjiang is still an uncertain master. Sending the wrong net will only increase suspicion.

The convoy came to a slow stop, and a soldier jumped off his horse, ran up to Mu Tai, and said, "The county magistrate, we caught a slave in front of him, he must have escaped from the Central Plains, please release him. "

The county magistrate of Yuncheng waved his hand impatiently: "A slave, kill him, bury him, throw it away, and dispose of it casually, don't delay my trip to the capital."

But Mu Tai waved his hand to stop him and said, "Wait a minute, county magistrate, the northern border is a long way from the Central Plains. Why would the Central Plains people choose to come to such a distant northern border when they flee in exile? Or bring someone over to have a look and ask clearly." It’s better to make a decision.”

The county magistrate of Yuncheng complained: "Mutai, you just think too much, do what you say, listen to you, and bring that slave over to show Mu Keqing."

The soldier whistled, and a few servants turned over a man whose wrist was tied with a rope. The county magistrate of Yuncheng poked his fat head out of the window and looked at the dirty slave on the ground with disgust. : "Mutai, are you happy? I'll just say you're an ordinary slave."

Mutai glanced at the county magistrate of Yuncheng from the corner of his eye, stepped forward on horseback, looked down at the kneeling slave on the ground, and said coldly: "Raise your head."

The man slowly raised his head, and Mu Taihu's eyes lit up. Although the slave's face was covered with dust, it was hard to tell if it was amazing, but those pure and beautiful eyes were rare in the world. beautiful things.

Mutai lifted his legs off the horse, took out his handkerchief from his arms, and slowly wiped the dust off the slave's face. After seeing his original appearance clearly, he stepped aside with satisfaction. When he saw that face that could be called the best in the world, he couldn't help being dumbfounded.

The corner of Mutai's mouth curled up: "Master, what gift is more difficult to find than beauties with male and female faces?"

The slave on the ground looked weak, as if he had been hungry for a long time. Unlike the northern Xinjiang people, he was fair-skinned, with a hint of heroism between his brows. Playing, but compared with this person in front of him, that bunch of male favorites look even more vulgar fans.

"Take him on the road together! Watch closely." Mu Tai ordered decisively.

It took a while for the county magistrate of Yuncheng to come back to his senses, and discussed with Mu Tai: "This...how about we don't give him to His Majesty, I feel a little itchy just looking at him."

Mutai glanced coldly at the county magistrate of Yuncheng, and he shook his head helplessly: "This beauty has nothing to do with the county magistrate, there are some people in the mansion who are not strict, if it is rumored that you have raised a stunning male pet But you don’t want to dedicate it to the King of Beijiang, it’s not that you don’t know His Majesty’s disposition, how many heads does the county magistrate think he has for His Majesty to chop off?”

The county magistrate of Yuncheng trembled from his fright.

"Furthermore, the county magistrate has no power to take root in the capital. If this beauty wins and pleases His Majesty, the county magistrate's benefits will only continue to flow in the future."

The county magistrate of Yuncheng gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh: "Success! I will do as you say!"

The author says:

It's just a stream of consciousness, I don't know if I can understand it, please comment a lot~