Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

That night, Yu Beizhou really fulfilled his promise and played people to the fullest.

The clothes that I put on one by one in the morning were taken off by my own hands, and the layers of fabrics slipped down the straight body, stacked on the ground, and could no longer be retained.

Along with it, was Mian's crown and long silver-white hair scattered.

Looking around in the palace, it was all red and festive.

This color is Yu Beizhou's favorite on weekdays, but today he doesn't want to be here.

Gotta have some fun.

"Brother."

He bit Zong Luo's ear intimately, and his low voice seemed to be wrapped in a layer of honey, making Zong Luo go soft.

Every time Yu Beizhou wanted to do something bad or have a bad idea, he would deliberately seduce people with this bewitching voice.

What I don't want to admit is that Zongluo is caught by this stinky brother every time, even after repeated attempts.

"Last time, senior brother promised junior brother."

Yu Beizhou let out a low snort, and between his lips and teeth opened and closed, there were bright red marks on his neck.

This person has a unique taste in the collapse, no matter how sweet his mouth was before, and what he said was better than singing, when he really did, it would instantly fade away his previous gentle skin, like a cruel hunter. The prey was nailed to his sword, ruthless to the extreme.

But he's a great learner and really does get better and better. Violent and coercive, no escape is allowed, and from time to time, the mood comes up, and the joking nonsense comes at his fingertips, making his senior brother feel ashamed and angry, and his whole body is covered with beautiful pink.

Occasionally, he really can't stand it anymore, and even climbs up in a daze, whispering to him to slow down, or finally whimpering and saying that he can't stand it under the bewitching and guidance.

"No, brother."

He buried his head contentedly in the shoulder of the Lord of the World, showing a wicked smile: "You can bear it."

How could Yu Beizhou stop.

He likes his brother's expression the most.

The handsome face was covered with a thin layer of unconscious red, and the eyelashes were wet. He didn't even have the strength to escape, and he was dragged back by his fingertips just two steps out. The person was stunned, and there were finger marks and bite marks everywhere.

Of course, Yu Beizhou never changed, he knew that Zongluo was eating this.

No matter what, it's cool. Getting used to being intense, Zongluo would take the initiative occasionally, and it would be fatal to be gentle once, and he had to come.

In the end, when Zong Luo regained his senses, he gave him a cold face. Yu Beizhou would come up very diligently to help people massage and knead, and pitifully said that the younger brother was too comfortable inside, so that the younger brother couldn't help but coax people.

Then after a few days of not being able to go to bed, he was soft-hearted, seduced, and made a mess, and he couldn't close. Repeat this process over and over again.

Sure enough, this time too.

After hearing Yu Beizhou's request, Zong Luo immediately blushed: "No...!"

He felt that after getting together with Yu Beizhou, it was already considered very indecent and broke the lower limit. I didn't expect this person to be even more unscrupulous and have no lower limit.

"Your Majesty's daughter and promise, shouldn't you want to go back on it?"

Yu Beizhou began to approach him maliciously again, his voice sweet and greasy, almost coquettish: "Let's not say that my brother promised me earlier, today is our big wedding."

"Don't you want to do something meaningful in a meaningful place and remember this day even more?"

Zongluo: "..."

It doesn't seem to be unreasonable.

Seeing his acquiescence, Yu Beizhou made up his mind to kill first and then play.

So he directly hit the person and hugged him.

It was dark by now.

The newly built bedroom is very close to the main hall, and it is nearby.

The Golden Throne Hall is very quiet at night.

Today is not only the enthronement ceremony, but also the wedding day of the new emperor and the King of Beining.

From the palace to the outside, there are no palace guards stationed. The force value of the two disciples of Guigu is placed here, and no one in the whole world is unhappy.

Therefore, Yu Beizhou took Zongluo and smuggled in very smoothly.

The splendid hall during the day is so silent at night. Only a few hazy moonlight came in from behind the curtains and projected onto the cold floor tiles, leaving a mottled phantom.

The dragon chair is very wide, with delicate totems carved on the top and soft cushions on the inside, enough for two people to sit on it side by side.

But Kuan is not very wide, at least if two big men sit together, they have to curl up and bury themselves in the other's arms.

The young man in red hugged the new emperor and sat up.

This should be an act of great treason, and it would be a fool's errand to put it on others, but if you contact him about the following things he is doing now, it will be trivial.

Yu Beizhou had long wanted to do this.

Every morning in the morning, I looked at the new emperor sitting above, thinking that it was indeed something that would be punished by the nine clans.

"you......"

This is really absurd.

When he thought that he would go to court here tomorrow morning, Zong Luo was as red as a ripe shrimp, and hurriedly pushed him with his hands.

However, Yu Beizhou did it all in one go, bowed his head in a familiar way, and directly blocked the person's words back.

No one could have imagined that His Majesty, who normally wears brocade clothes, would be disheveled and do such filthy things on the dragon chair.

The master of Tai Ajian smiled slowly and gently pinned the white hair behind the man's ear.

How gentle the movement of his hand, how thoughtful he is now, and how ruthless the action of holding the sword afterwards.

Zong Luo was really helpless towards Yu Beizhou.

The same is true in Ghost Valley. In the end, it wasn't just under the peach blossom tree, they almost visited the entire Ghost Valley.

But this person is very bad, and if he moves to a new place, he has to change a new posture. Often, he deliberately hooked his senior brother's neck to remind him "with good intentions".

"Ah, this used to be an archery target that I trained with my senior brother. I never thought of such a day when I was in class."

Zong Luo was so ashamed that he wanted to get into the ground.

Just like he was sitting on the dragon chair in the Golden Palace, he was about to die, but Yu Beizhou actually cleared his throat happily, and started to report to him like he usually went to court.

I don't know how this person still remembers, but the reports are still important.

In a trance, Zong Luo really thought he was going to court.

There were hundreds of civil and military officials standing in the hall, all eyes were on, people couldn't stop making their scalps numb, and they wanted to retreat again and again.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Yu Beizhou also noticed this stagnation, and his smile grew stronger: "This minister has studied medicine since childhood, and can provide emergency medical treatment for His Majesty."

The young man in red stared at the wound carefully and sighed with a pretense: "I'm afraid my brother will have to endure it. I have to check it again before I know what kind of injury my brother has suffered."

At the same time, Tai Ajian was extremely terrifying and merciless unsheathed.

The wound was completely torn open.

The scabbard trembled, leaving only the master whimpering uncontrollably.

The new emperor let out a groan from his throat, and was hooked over to kiss him again.

It's not just forbearance, it's almost a penetration.

This man never said hello, just like when he was with the sword, no one knew where his next sword would come from.

The clanging sound of fighting came from the empty hall, accompanied by greasy gasps. The sound is more brittle than the sound, thrown high and falling, the sword shadows fly in a messy way, with a different rhythm.

The beautiful senior brother has already been stewed by the junior brother for a long time, just touch it casually, he can't stop trembling, and the delicious water drips down.

While exploring, the young man in red pretended to hold the person's hand: "This shape fits perfectly, the senior brother's injury is really serious, and he is already in the shape of the junior brother."

Zong Luo angrily punched him.

Then he lost the strength.

Soon, the new emperor's neck raised a graceful arc that was close to death, his thin lips were congested and trembling, and for a while, he could not say a word.

"Is it still comfortable for the senior brother to serve you?"

Yu Beizhou held Zong Luo's fingertips and kissed him lovingly.

The black hair was loose, and a smile filled Zhang Li's face.

It was so comfortable. It's so comfortable that you can't go to bed for seven days after a big wedding.

Zongluo gritted his teeth viciously, grabbed the man's hair, and exchanged a bloody kiss.

Of course, soon he had no time to think.

After the turn of the world, the high back of the dragon chair is chrome on the lower jaw, which is painful.

The storm-like attack fell mercilessly, and the cushion was gradually soaked.

However, compared to the dripping sweat and the increasingly terrifying pleasure, these insignificant pains were completely ignored.

"This is our big wedding night, and it has just begun."

The smell of blood further aroused the wildness of Yu Beizhou. The young man in red hugged him from behind.

"Next...Senior brother, keep your voice down."

The curtains fell, and the candles flickered red.