[Quick wear] The male partner always has his own ideas

Luan Jiang sideways avoided slightly, and under Luan Yimu's slightly puzzled and injured gaze, he explained: "I just came out of the Leng Palace, and I might be sick. It's better to keep a distance from me on Eleventh." .”

Stupid/crazy bastard, please stay away from me.

After hearing this, Luan Yimu no longer insisted on giving him a reunion hug, and Luan Jiang was relieved.

But Luan Yimu's pretentious posture is really eye-catching...

Luan Jiang remained silent.

Luan Yimu picked up her interest again, and looked at Luan Jiang with bulging eyes. Her lips were as red as a ghost, and there seemed to be rouge on her cheeks. It's okay to dress up, but Luan Yimu is now wearing the identity of a man...

Luan Jiang took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly. In the eyes of others, he couldn't bear to see his younger brother's pitiful appearance. Only Luan Jiang knew that he was really disgusted now.

It's only been three years, how did Luan Yimu become like an idiot? ? ?

"Brother—"

Luan Yimu dragged her voice again, calling him sticky and mournful, as if Luan Jiang was the one who hurt her heart.

Luan Jiang:...

"Eleven, just tell me what you have to say." Luan Jiang said softly.

Get lost after talking, and breathe the air under the same sky with you again, I will throw up my dinner overnight.

Luan Yimu looked around timidly, then begged with tears in his eyes: "Brother Huang, can I talk to you alone?"

Luan Jiang: ... To be honest, I'm a little afraid of you now.

In the end Luan Jiang agreed.

The two found a place where there was no one—behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden.

But what Luan Jiang didn't expect was that as soon as they arrived at the rockery, Luan Yimu started to undo her belt.

"Wait a minute." Luan Jiang immediately stopped Luan Yimu, "Eleventh, what are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, Luan Yimu cried out timidly. She clutched her breasts and looked up at Luan Jiang slightly. Deep in her eyes, there was a hidden surprise and certainty, and her voice was even louder. Soft and charming, as seductive as her own aphrodisiac: "Brother Huang, I am actually... a woman."

After finishing speaking, Luan Yimu lowered her head shyly, revealing a tender and soft neck, making people want to leave some traces on it.

Luan Jiang: If he still can't see this blatant seduction, he's really blind...

But okay, why did Luan Yimu seduce him?

Or is it that the female lead in this world doesn't plan to have a male lead anymore? ? ?

Even though it has been confirmed repeatedly, 0748 still hesitated when he spoke: [Host, I found that the heroine's body seems to be squeezed...two souls. 】

Luan Jiang:...

This kind of heroine, if placed in a haunted world, must be the kind of person that lonely ghosts like very much.

Probably because Luan Jiang hadn't spoken for a long time, Luan Yimu felt a little uneasy, she raised her head hesitantly and fearfully, and found that Luan Jiang with dark eyes was staring at her all the time.

Luan Yimu's heart thumped uncontrollably several times in a row. The seventh brother with this body is really good-looking, and has a gentle temper. If it was placed in her era, he would definitely be a slave. Wanqian Yangou is regarded as the existence of "Shen Yan".

Thinking of the Seventh Prince's favor, Xi Luan's future emperor will definitely be the man standing in front of her.

What's the use of an insignificant younger sister? Does Emperor Luan's stallion sow too few seeds?The princesses in the palace are almost getting together.

What she wants to do must be a queen, and she can only be a queen, and she will be a queen who will be pampered and protected by Luan Jiang in the future.

Luan Yimu's calculations were well planned, and she even began to fantasize about how she would enjoy the glory and wealth that could not be pushed away in her mind.

"Brother Huang..." Luan Yimu sniffed, seeming to be extremely terrified, with a deep sob in his voice, "Knowing that Eleven is a girl, doesn't it mean that Brother Huang doesn't like Eleven?"

I didn't like you either.

Even though there seemed to be thousands of grass and mud horses running by in his heart, Luan Best Actor Jiang's acting skills were still online.

His face was full of surprise and disbelief, and his voice seemed to be in a trance: "Eleven, you... how can you be a woman?"

Luan Yimu, who was transmigrated half a month ago but has almost no memory of this body, froze, she glanced at Luan Jiang cautiously, bit her lip and guessed tremblingly: "Maybe, maybe it's my mother... ..”

She didn't finish her words, and she had a cowardly look that hesitated to speak, which made it easy for people to follow her unfinished words to daydream.

Luan Jiang looked at her, a little helpless, "Eleventh, you should tell Father about this."

"Brother Huang, but Father Huang..." Luan Yimu wanted to reach out and grab his sleeve as he spoke.

Luan Jiang turned away sideways, staring at her with slightly cold eyes, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Eleven, since you know you are a woman, you should keep some distance from men."

Luan Yimu was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes soon filled with water, and her voice was extremely aggrieved: "Because I'm a woman, so does Brother Huang have to distance himself from me?"

Before Luan Jiang could answer, Luan Yimu suddenly took another step forward, approaching Luan Jiang, her body was lingering with a rather strong fragrance of roses, she looked up at Luan Jiang, her eyes were full of deep and lingering admiration: " But Brother Huang...I like you, the kind of love that I want to marry you."

As soon as Luan Yimu finished speaking, a sharp arrow flew from not far behind her, piercing through the cold air and sinking deeply into Luan Yimu's flesh.

The blood soaked into the sky blue water brocade shirt in an instant.

"what--!!"

The ear-piercing scream pierced the sky, frightened away a large number of birds, and also attracted the guards who smelled very bloody.

Luan Jiang's gaze passed over Luan Yimu who was bent over rigidly, clutching his chest in pain and almost fainted, and landed on the man standing in the gazebo opposite Qinghu Lake with a longbow in his hand.

Shen Lingxiu is the man Luan Jiang has ever seen who is most suitable for a silver-white satin robe. However, today Shen Lingxiu is wearing a python robe as black as thick ink with hidden crimson patterns. The outline is the same, with a strong sense of oppression, cold and chilling evil spirit.

It was a terrifying aura that could only be possessed by killing thousands of people.

When Shen Lingxiu saw him looking at him, there was a slight smile in his deep eyes, his thin lips were slightly raised, and his dark eyes were fixed on the man in water robe standing beside the rockery, as if seeing himself The prey is average, fierce and sharp.

The look in his eyes gave Luan Jiang a feeling of suffocation as if he was surrounded by an invisible net and would not be able to break free until death.

The imperial guards who hurried over knelt down in front of Luan Jiang in unison. The leader was a rather young man, who was looking at Luan Jiang nervously, and his voice was still a little bit panicked when he listened carefully. : "Your Highness, the subordinates heard screams. Are you injured?"

As for Luan Yimu, who was clutching his chest and was dying of pain, his consciousness was muddled?

The imperial guards were worried that it would be too late for their highness, so how could they spare their attention to care about a 'young man' who was inexplicably half-naked?

"I'm fine." Hearing the voice of the imperial guards, Luan Jiang withdrew his gaze, and his eyes paused on Luan Yimu for a moment, "You call some maids to take Princess Eleven back, and call the imperial physician over as soon as possible."

"As ordered."

The young man in the lead responded respectfully, and question marks piled up in his mind.

Isn't it the eleventh prince?How did she become an eleven...princess?How did the princess get hurt?Are there assassins?

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Luan Jiang returned to the Taiji Palace where he hadn't lived in for three years. Emperor Luan ordered people to clean the place very well, just like it was three years ago.

As soon as he entered the inner hall, he relaxed a little, when he was pressed against the wall by a person pinching his waist.

The hot, slightly wet breath hit Luan Jiang's ear.

Luan Jiang sighed lightly, and called out the person's name almost without thinking: "Shen Lingxiu."

But when he called out, it was as if he pressed a certain mysterious switch that Shen Lingxiu had been hiding all along.

Shen Lingxiu pressed Luan Jiang's waist, brushed away the black hair hanging behind his back, and his lips, which were scarcely warm, left bright red marks on the back of his neck.

"Hmph..." Luan Jiang let out a low, muffled gasp.

Being so passively violated made Luan Jiang feel a little displeased. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Shen Lingxiu!"

Through the soft and thin fabric, Shen Lingxiu's fingertips gently and slowly rubbed and kneaded his waist, and when he heard his angry voice, he only let out a "huh" without any regret.

Luan Jiang only learned some superficial martial arts from old man Wan. With this three-legged cat's kung fu, in front of Shen Lingxiu whose strength is almost unfathomable today, let alone fighting back, even a little struggle is very difficult.

It was useless to scold him coldly, Luan Jiang could only reason with him: "I have someone I like."

Shen Lingxiu smiled slightly after hearing this: "I know."

The bone-piercing coolness spread faintly, and he showed no sign of letting go.

Luan Jiang frowned at the man's stubborn attitude, but he still didn't give up persuading him: "Although I like men, it's not you."

Shen Lingxiu pressed his lips to the back of Luan Jiang's neck again, sucked and bit it slowly for a while, and after hearing Luan Jiang's soft snort that seemed unbearable, he said slowly: "This matter I also know."

Luan Jiang, who was bitten twice in a row, was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck you, are you a dog?"

"Don't you like Jiang Jiang?" Shen Lingxiu said with a smile in his voice.

After asking, he leaned down slightly again, and kissed Luan Jiang softly and densely on the back of the neck, kissing Luan Jiang until his eyes were filled with mist, and his legs became limp. The changed Shen Lingxiu smiled more and more, "So Jiang Jiang likes me like this?"