When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

The night breeze was cool, and the arc of the incense sticks from the incense burner was blown away a bit, as if the eyes were blurred after being drunk.

Mr. Hong grabbed that hand.

He has seen the hands of martial arts practitioners, cracked and rough, like old bark in the yard.

These hands are different, they are very soft and slender, just like the mutton fat jade that Hou Menqianjin has maintained so well, and there is no trace of martial arts training at all.

He had never practiced martial arts, and he didn't alarm anyone, so he just appeared in front of him ostentatiously, and what he said was ridiculous. He almost doubted whether his subordinates collectively rebelled, or that he had been in Penglai Pavilion for so many years. Aggrieved, he stole Xindi's woman and gave it to him.

Mr. Hong raised his eyebrows and said teasingly: "If there is a seniority, I will call you Auntie."

The new emperor is his father's fifth younger brother. He called him the emperor's uncle and Yaoyue, so he was naturally his aunt.

Although Yaoyue in front of him looks a few years younger than him.

The pink and tender face is as bright as the moonlight, and the eyes are cold and cold, as if the stars are moving, ruthless from ancient times.

This is really an interesting person.

"what ever."

The girl said lightly, the movement of her hands didn't stop, she pulled lightly, her delicate skin was like a fish in water, her fingers slipped away from his palm and spread flat on his shoulders, with a slight pick of her fingers, he The white shirt fell to the ground.

Mr. Hong frowned slightly.

Her words of liking his face didn't seem to be a joke.

Mr. Hong raised his head lightly. Under the moonlight, the girl's snow-white skin was almost transparent, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

There is nothing more beautiful than this in the world.

Mr. Hong turned his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "Do you know what you are doing?"

If the concubine of the new emperor came to take off his clothes in the middle of the night, if others knew about it, even if there were ten clans in the Rongguo Mansion, it would not be enough to kill him.

But the more dangerous things are, the more attractive they are.

Mr. Hong stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, exerted a little force, and greeted her with a warm face full of fragrance and jade.

His fingertips were gently wrapped around her palms, pressed against her ears, and said softly: "You go now, I'll just pretend nothing happened."

Perhaps it was because she came late at night that her body temperature was cooler than his, but the more this happened, the more it aroused the fire in my heart.

The moonlight is sultry, and the most is the fragrance of bone-eating beauty.

The incense sticks were burning in the incense burner, and the rising clouds were like blurred eyes after drunkenness. Yaoyue's fingers moved down all the way, and her voice was light: "They said you are a cripple."

Mr. Hong raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Crippled?"

"You'll know if you try it."

The moonlight hid in the clouds, and the candlelight fell into darkness.

In the end, I don't know who messed up whose heart first. After the greedy pleasure, the trembling syllables disappeared with the passage of time.

Yaoyue put on her clothes slowly, Mr. Hong played with her hair and said, "Let's go now?"

The window opened silently, and the moon-white voice disappeared like smoke.

Mr. Hong frowned slightly, squinting at the scenery outside the window.

The palace lanterns of Penglai Pavilion are always on all night. Under the glazed lamps, the guards are changing shifts, and the thrushes in the corridor are sleeping next to each other.

Ye Xiang floated, just like before.

Mr. Hong slowly raised his hand, the cool fragrance of the man seemed to remain in his palm, and the messy bed had a faint musky smell.

Master Hong lay down.

Suddenly there was an illusion in my heart that I was being prostituted.

Mr. Hong looked out of the window, the moonlight was like shattered jade shavings, sprinkled evenly on the corridor, the woman who was as cold as the moonlight probably saw a lot of erotic pictures.

Mr. Hong laughed.

The body soon fell into a dream after enjoying himself, and the woman Yan Ruo Shunhua, who had never smiled at him in the dream, was so bright and gorgeous, leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, her breasts half exposed, beckoning to him: "Come here quickly. "

He walked over with a smile.

Once gold, silver and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world.

In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Hong, who has always been self-disciplined, slept until the sun was high. The personal eunuch came in to help him wash up. The eunuch who cleaned the bed suddenly raised his voice: "Master, did the assassin come last night?!"

The eunuchs in the room were taken aback and rushed to call the guards.

Mr. Hong held his forehead, glanced at the blood on the bed, and said, "There are no assassins."

It's just a little stray cat.

"I was sick last night and coughed up blood again."

The eunuchs were so nervous, they asked the imperial physician, and then went to look for the Supreme Emperor. After busying for a while, the imperial doctor took his pulse, stroked his beard for a long time, and said to the restless Supreme Emperor: "My son's pulse, It’s much better than before.”

He felt that the imperial physician was deceiving the emperor.

If love between men and women is good for his body, wouldn't he live a long life if he sings every night?

After all, the Supreme Emperor was old, and he didn't want the Supreme Emperor to worry too much about his body, so he found an excuse to deal with it.

With his body, even if he seizes the new emperor's throne, how many days can he sit on the dragon chair?

After the Supreme Emperor and the imperial physician left, he said to the eunuch, "Go and find out what's going on in Hanbing Palace."

The eunuch said: "My lord, the Rongguo Mansion is a group of unfamiliar dogs. The old Highness has only been there for a long time, and they have been stuffing people into the new emperor's house. Now that one is not enough, they stuff another one. It seems that this kind of ruthless Righteous people, what do you ask them to do?"

Mr. Hong said: "Speak up, I told you to go, you just go."

Although Penglai Pavilion didn't have much contact with outsiders, the news was very well-informed. When Mr. Hong was eating, the eunuch inquired about the news.

It's just that the two sisters went to pay their respects to the queen mother and were deliberately made things difficult.

Mr. Hong took a sip of fresh bamboo shoot porridge, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of expression she had when she was embarrassed.

"What happened next?" Mr. Hong asked.

As for why she came to him, he also faced this plate of peanuts and thought about it seriously.

It would be too superficial to talk about having a child through the belly.

What do you think of Daming Palace?

The imperial physician and the people in the respect room are shrewd, if they want to steal the dragon from under their noses, it may not be enough to have a hundred minds.

It's not to borrow the womb to have a child, or to borrow his identity.

His father was the Prince Yizhong who had done bad things, and he was the most beloved prince of the Supreme Emperor before the bad things happened.

But are bad things really bad?

Right and wrong, but the winner is the king, and his father is the one who lost.

The so-called new emperor set things right, pursued the root cause, directed and acted himself, and lured the king into the trap. His parents and sisters died in the chaos, and only he was brought by the Supreme Emperor to escape.

In order to save his life, the Supreme Emperor was forced to abdicate and make way for the new emperor.

As for him, he was raised in Penglai Pavilion, and he could not get out of it all his life, lingering on his last breath.

Are you willing?

It is strange to be willing.

Twelve years ago, the new emperor killed his whole family to seize the throne, and instead blamed his father for the treason and rebellion. After 12 years of reincarnation, he wanted to return his father's justice and innocence.

The Rongguo Mansion followed his father, and after his father died, the Rongguo Mansion took advantage of the wind and tried to curry favor with the new emperor.

It's a pity that the new emperor is a person who will take revenge, and there is no room for sand in his eyes. The four kings and eight men who once stood in the wrong place are like a thorn in his throat for him.

Sooner or later he will have to pull it out.

The new emperor did not accept their surrender, and he remained silent in the Penglai Pavilion without any action. Perhaps the Rongguo Mansion was really desperate, so they sent beauties to the palace again, trying to use them as a trick to provoke the relationship between him and the new emperor.

As for the beauty that was sent, she was naturally not the real daughter of the Rongguo Mansion.

Whose family's ladies can come and go without a trace?

Whose family's daughter of the Hou family would take off a man's clothes without blushing?

Most of them are dead soldiers raised by Rongguo Mansion since childhood, specially used to confuse people.

Mr. Hong smiled, fingered the piano, and heard the disdainful voice of the eunuch: "Hmph, people from the Rongguo Mansion are used to pretending to be pitiful, so that the new emperor thinks that she has been greatly wronged, and severely punished her for making things difficult for her." Concubine Wu."

"The news came from the respect room today that the new emperor is probably going to pamper the new master who entered the palace tonight."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Mr. Hong raised his eyebrows lightly: "So fast?"

Thinking about it carefully, it feels quite normal.

If that captivating face looks like pear blossoms with rain, even if a man has his heart gouged out by her, he will be willing.

It was night, Mr. Hong tossed and turned.

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he just felt that it was a waste of money for Qingcheng Guose to share the bed with the new emperor.

A person who is as attractive as a picture, it is pleasing to the eye when he is with him.

The watchman's voice was drowsy, and Mr. Hong turned over again.

Layers of veils hung down from the bed, and a girl as bright as the moon in the sky stood outside the veils with bare feet.

Mr. Hong's pupils shrank slightly, he lifted the veil with his long fingers, and said, "Why are you here?"

"It's not you tonight—"

The word "serving bed" welled up in my throat and was swallowed again.

The girl under the moon sat on the bed familiarly, her voice was still as cold as before: "It's too ugly, I can't sleep."

"..."

Mr. Hong smiled and rolled his eyes, pulled the veil, lay down on the bed, fingered Yaoyue's silky hair, and said, "Beauties see the same thing."

Wen Xiangnunyu leaned down, he pressed against the man's face, his warm breath sprinkled on the man's neck, seeing her snow-like skin slowly turning crimson, she laughed and said in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered when you come out like this?"

"Or, you really can't let me go in your heart, and you don't want me to stay alone in the empty room?"

Yaoyue remained calm and reserved as before: "Sleep together in the same bed, don't ask hurtful words."

Mr. Hong smiled lightly.

The small voices flowed in the night, and slowly returned to calm.

Mr. Hong closed his eyes and panted slightly, Yaoyue said: "King Nan'an is your man?"

"Well, it seems to be."

"He will go to war in a few days, and I will arrange for someone."

Mr. Hong cast a sideways glance at Yaoyue. The man was putting on his clothes. Except for his reddish complexion, he couldn't tell what happened afterward.

"...can you stop talking about this after the fact? It makes me feel like I'm being taken advantage of."

Yaoyue paused while putting on her clothes, then turned her head to look at him.

Under the faint moonlight, the young man had a handsome demeanor, picturesque eyebrows, a smile that was not a smile, with a bit of teasing.

Yao Yue withdrew her gaze, and while putting on her clothes, said: "Jia Yucun is in the Zhen family in Cha Jiangnan. This man is ambitious. If you don't deal with it, I will kill him."

"There is a student in Ping'an Island. His essay is very good. He offended King Zhongshun. Now he is in prison. Remember to send someone to rescue him."

"I took the evidence that King Zhongshun searched for people's fat and people's anointing, and put it next to your piano, remember—"

Before she finished speaking, she felt her wrist being pulled, and her body sank into the soft bed.

The young man narrowed his phoenix eyes lightly, pinched her chin with his fingers, gently rubbed her lips with his fingertips, and said ambiguously, "Did you take a fancy to my face, or my identity?"

"Little girl, dishonesty will be punished."