Chasing King

Feng Ye's hot lips from Yan Sikong's cheek all the way to his chest, the two pull each other's clothes, can not wait to touch the exposed warm skin, where they are touched to ignite the fire, quickly flee the whole body, burning their reason.

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's hair: "Feng Ye, let me see you..." He pursued Feng Ye's lips with his lips, kissing them heavily, pushing the tip of his tongue into his mouth, teasing the slippery and flexible tongue.

Feng Ye stroked Yan Si's white and smooth skin, pulled off his pants, and put his big hand under the hem to rub Yan Si's ready to move.

Yan Sikong's hand also slides down and holds Feng Ye's. they exchange each other's emotional breathing in their mouth. They fondle each other's hands and feel the process of standing up for themselves. Controlling it is like controlling all of each other.

Feng Ye joined the two men's sexual organs together and quickly rolled them up. Two hard and hot meat blades rubbed against each other, and the pleasure poured into their bodies like the tide of the sea. The air seemed to be getting wet and sticky.

Fengye greatly separated Yan Sikong's legs, dug a large piece of honey paste, and squeezed it into his corridor with his fingers. The honey paste was soon melted by the temperature of the meat hole, making it easy for the fingers to get in and out. The tight hole mouth showed a lustrous luster. With the expansion of Fengye, the mouth opened slightly, which was very attractive.

Feng Ye nibbled Yan Sikong's chin: "I'm going in. When I miss you, I wish I could fly back. Now you are in my arms Kong'er, you are in my arms. How nice... "

Yan Sikong was deeply touched. He stroked Feng Yehan's wet cheek and said in a low voice: "come in..."

Feng Ye's big hand shuttles between Yan Sikong's messy hair. His long black hair sets off his porcelain white skin. His lips are purplish red, and his eyes seem to be soaked in water. Such a beautiful and talented person belongs to him completely. As long as he thinks of this, he can't control his passion and desire.

Feng Ye stood up, and the thick and long meat pestle was inserted into Yan Sikong's hot intestinal wall.

"Ah..." Yan Sikong shivered and murmured, his legs tightened subconsciously, but he was forced to clamp Fengye's waist, and the empty acupoint for a long time suddenly contracted and "bit" Fengye's penis.

Feng Ye grabs Yan Sikong's waist and pushes * * out a little, then pushes * * in heavily. The pleasure of being wrapped by the hot and tight meat wall makes him almost crazy. He can't control his waist, Vigorously opens and closes, and fiercely manipulates the ultimate * *.

"Feng Feng Ye... " Yan Sikong stroked his chest with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. He was pushed back several times, and was pulled back by Fengye. It was deeper and heavier, and the bed creaked with Fengye's attack.

Feng Ye buckled Yan Sikong's ankle, carried his long leg on his shoulder, half knelt in front of him, raised his waist, and inserted it to the end again. With Yan Sikong's moaning, his bath fire burned to the extreme.

"Fengye Light Take it easy... " Yan Sikong covers his mouth for fear that his voice will reveal his addiction and cause unnecessary trouble.

Feng Ye is in love with Yan Sikong, who is tortured repeatedly by the * * but still needs to endure. The thick, long, hard and hot * * fiercely pierces the narrow * * and even strikes out the sound of licentious water.

Yan Si's tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't control her soaring pleasure.

Feng Ye holds Yan Sikong and rolls on the bed. Yan Sikong is lying on Feng Ye naked with all his limbs open. He is pushed up and down. His hand grabs the scattered clothes and his throat groans with pain and joy.

They indulge in the boundless sea of desire. As long as they can hold each other tightly, even if they drown, they will enjoy it

Although Fengye was young and frivolous, he never slackened his military discipline. Before dawn the next day, he quietly climbed out of gentleness village and quickly went out of the city to inspect the camp.

When he returned to the post house, Yan Sikong had not woken up.

Feng Ye took off his foreign clothes and sat by the bed, gazing at Yan Sikong's quiet sleeping face with a smile. His fingers gently outlined his cheek.

Yan Si Kong's eyelashes trembled, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Ye vaguely.

Feng Ye hooked his nose and said in a soft voice, "I'm awake."

Yan Sikong was sleepy and gave him a rare smile. He said in a dumb voice, "how long has it been?"

"It's almost noon."

"Don't call me earlier, either."

"What are you told to do?" Feng Ye fell down and kissed Yan Sikong's forehead. "I see you sleep so sweetly. I feel more secure than anything else."

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's waist: "where have you been? Back to camp? "

"Well, I'm going to patrol the camp in the morning. After the patrol, I'll be back immediately." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's smooth hair, "kong'er, your hair is so soft."

"Well, I didn't care." Yan Si'er wrinkled her nose and said, "what fragrance do you bring back?"

Feng Ye said with a smile: "steamed stuffed bun, I inquired about the best steamed bun in Kuizhou city and bought it for you. You wake up just in time. It's still hot."Yan Sikong's lips were full of a smile: "great, I'll try the difference between the steamed buns from the two lakes and those from northern Liaoning."

"In my opinion, the size is very different. The steamed buns here are so small that I can eat one by two." Feng Ye said while taking his already folded Yan Sikong's clothes to the bedside, blinked and said with a smile, "do you want to change clothes for your husband?"

Yan Sikong snatched the clothes and said, "I don't want to thank you." He put on his clothes, tied up his hair loosely in a bun, and got out of bed to wash.

Fengye put steamed buns and porridge dishes on the table one by one, and asked Yan Sikong to come and eat.

Yan Sikong dried his face with a cloth towel, made it to the table, and said with a smile, "this bun is only half the size of Liaobei. It's really small."

"I don't know how it tastes." Feng Ye handed him one, "have a taste."

Yan Sikong took a bite, fragrant: "well, delicious."

"You like to eat steamed buns. I'll find delicious steamed buns for you everywhere, OK?"

Yan Si hollow next sweet: "you know, Jiangnan bun is smaller, the size of a ingot of silver, stuffed with fresh meat, one can eat."

"There are also such small steamed buns." Fengye yearned, "I really want to try it with you."

Yan Sikong smiles and says nothing.

"When I was a child, I said I wanted to go all over the great Shengjiang mountain. Do you remember?"

Yan Sikong was slightly stunned and nodded: "remember." I don't know why, he is more and more resistant to recalling his youth with Feng Ye, perhaps because it will force him to recall yuan Sikong who has "died" again and again, and remind him that he has completely become another person.

"It's a pity that the scenery I've seen is nothing more than Datong, the capital and here. It's you. You seem to have been to many places in your spare time."

Yan Sikong said in a low voice, "I just wandered around for ten years."

"I must have suffered a lot." Feng Ye stuffed another bun into Yan Si's empty hand. "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't make you suffer in the future."

Yan Sikong took a bite of steamed stuffed bun impolitely: "well, it's delicious."

Feng Ye asked casually, "the man I met in your house last time Like Liu? Is that what you met when you were wandering? "

"Well, I was on my way to Beijing for the exam. I was so poor that I could hardly eat. He helped me."

"Where did you meet it?" Feng Ye asked again.

Yan Si was alerted. He didn't know why Feng Ye suddenly asked she Zhun, but then he thought about it again. He said with a smile, "why, are you jealous?"

Feng Ye picked an eyebrow: "you say."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "when you treat everyone like you, you have this unhealthy hobby."

"I like whoever I like. It's not right." "Feng Ye PI said with a smile," I am talented and beautiful in my spare time. I don't know how many people miss me. Naturally, I feel at ease. "

Yan Sikong kicked him: "don't think about it. If you really want to think about it, there are more people who think about you. Even your majesty is interested in your marriage."

When it comes to marriage, Fengye doesn't agree: "what's his intention? My father won't let him arrange marriage for me, so as not to be controlled by others for marriage."

"But you..." Yan Sikong's tone is a little dark unconsciously, "but you'll get married sooner or later."

Feng Ye pursed his lips: "what about you?"

The two men were silent in response.

In the past, they never talked about it, that is to say, they knew that it would not lead to any good results, but would only increase their unhappiness. No matter he or Fengye, they could not decide their own marriage. Today's words rush words of, so bumped into, two people immediately regretted.

Yan Sikong raised his head: "have a meal."

"In any case, I will not be separated from you." Feng Ye stares at Yan Sikong with sharp eyes.

Yan Sikong gave him a smile, but didn't answer.

-

Zhao Fuyi was busy settling down the big and small affairs in the city of Kuizhou. He was worried about the general of the uprising army and the old rebellious troops of Kuizhou for several days. Finally, he put down his heart and began to dare to live in the city.

Yang can't wait to visit Yan Sikong. His attitude is quite different from that of Yan Sikong when he was an envoy. He even gave Yan Sikong a big gift.

Yan Sikong greets each other with a smile. He knows that Yang Yingqi is upset and wants to find out about him. He also tries his best to appease them. At present, they still need these people to stay in the city honestly.

Zhao Fu Yi wrote an official letter to King Liang by Yan Sikong. The general content was that Kuizhou had been descended. He advised King Liang to obey the law, and the emperor was merciful, so that he would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. This persuasion is useless, but it must be done to show the emperor's benevolence. After all, what they have to deal with is the emperor's brothers. It's not to say that they don't speak in advance, and then they fight. Only in this way can people around the world not criticize the emperor for being cold-blooded and neglecting his brotherhood.

This official letter is of course a stone sinking into the sea. At this time, the king of Liang madly recruited troops and blocked the rebels with Jingzhou fortress. It is said that he also wanted to take King Zhao not far away from him to conspire with him. If he really had enough troops, they would not be able to stop him from going south.On the one hand, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack Jingzhou City, on the other hand, it is delayed food and crops. The crisis of the situation makes people feel uneasy. Of course, the soldiers under such confidential military information will not know.

In just a few days, Zhao Fuyi has been worried about losing weight, and Yan sihollow is also worried. But after several days of thinking, there is no perfect solution. There is no food for war, and everything is in vain.

At present, they are waiting for the spies who sneak into Jingzhou to send back information to predict the next move of King Liang.

A few days later, the spy Guo Zhen sent back the information, but it was not the army and food of the king of Liang, but his own head.

Zhao Fu Yi's face was livid and he shut himself up in the house. He didn't see anyone for a day. It was only in the evening that he called Liang Guang, Feng Ye, Yan Sikong and his trusted generals together.

Yan Si was a little nervous. He realized that Zhao Fuyi wanted to move. He knew that it was the best strategy to hold his peace when he knew that he could not do anything.

Feng Ye was optimistic, and asked frankly, "but there's news about the grain and grass?"

Zhao Fu Yi nodded: "food and grass will arrive in a few days, but it's only enough for one month. Plus Kuizhou's grain, if we can't win Jingzhou in two months, we can only withdraw."

There was no voice in the room.

It's no wonder that Zhao Fuyi's face didn't look happy when the long-awaited grain and grass arrived.

Liang guangtan said: "two months Jingzhou has plenty of food and grass, so it's no problem to keep it for two years. "

"Jingzhou can't be encircled, and the siege is bound to cause heavy damage. Can we just watch King Liang sail south?" Sun Feng said unconvinced.

Zhao Fuyi rubbed his temple: "I've come a long way. I don't want to give up halfway. Before I run out of food and grass, I'll try anyway."

"Don't be impulsive, general." Liang Guangdao said, "if you know you can't do it, it's better to withdraw."

Feng Ye said: "there are so many variables in marching and fighting. Nothing is absolutely impossible. I believe that it is man-made. If we withdraw from the army, we will not only fail to live up to our holy hope, but also bring down the people in the south of the Yangtze River."

However, Yan Sikong agreed with Liang Guang: "the lower official thinks that Liang's words are reasonable, that soldiers' lives should not be trifled with, and that the chance of winning the siege is too low, so we should not be rash."

Sun Feng snorted: "what else has a lower chance of winning than nothing."

"No, Li Mu has been patient for ten years, and the world will be determined by the first World War. In the eyes of outsiders, he has done nothing in the past ten years. Sometimes nothing is a great achievement, and the victory or defeat can not be expected in the near future." Yan Sikong arched his hand and said, "I don't want to persuade the general to withdraw, but I want the general to reserve his strength and don't act rashly."

Feng Ye retorted: "Lord Yan is too conservative. The art of war is too ideal. In fact, there are very few generals who can really" win first and then fight ". Does it seem that all generals can't fight? The military situation is changing endlessly. Sometimes the chance to win is just in a flash. If you don't go to the battlefield, you will never catch it. You have no courage, and you are in a bad position in ambition. "

The two sides have their own reasons. They argue that Zhao Fuyi was born as a military general, and he wanted to fight in his heart. However, seeing that Liang Guang and Yan Sikong did not fight, he hesitated.

After a long debate, there was no result.