Chasing King

Yan Sikong was given a lot of wine that day. He was naturally magnanimous and restrained. He had never been really drunk in his life. This time, I'm afraid he drank the most in front of outsiders. First, there were too many people coming to congratulate him and he couldn't avoid it. Second, he might want to get drunk in his private heart. When he got drunk, he could escape for a while.

At last, Yan Sikong was carried out of the hall of supreme harmony. Emperor Zhaowu sent Yu Ji to see him off in person. For the first time, Yan Sikong got on the sedan chair of Dani.

When he arrived at Yan's house, Yu Ji covered his nose with a silk handkerchief and frowned at the shabby lintel. The little supervisor went up and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and a burly man leaned out half of his body. His face was ugly and ferocious, which scared a group of internal wardens.

Yu Ji pointed to Ali: "you, who are you? Is this Lord Yan's residence

A Li Leng Leng nodded and looked at the carriage.

"Oh, how can Lord Yan live in such a place and find such a..." Yu Ji coughed softly, "Tut, your son is drunk. The emperor sent me to send him back to his house."

Ah Li ordered again, at a loss.

"Kneel down, thank you." Yu Ji said in a high voice.

Ali knelt down.

Yu Ji beckons, and a few small wardens help the drunken Yan Sikong down from the carriage and send him to the mansion.

Yu Ji followed him all the way in. He looked at the furnishings around him and frowned frequently. Ah Li followed him not far away and kept aiming at Yan Sikong. He had never been alone with so many strangers and was very nervous.

The wardens sent Yan Sikong into the bedroom and dressed him thoughtfully. Yu Ji stood outside the door and glanced at Ali: "are you dumb?"

Ali nodded.

"You are the only servant in the house?"

Ali nodded again.

"Lord Yan, you are really so poor. It's really gratifying that I have such a clean and honest minister. But when Princess wanyang gets married, she can't live in such a poor place." Yu Ji glanced at ah Li. He naturally knew why the emperor asked him to come with him. Otherwise, there was no need to bother his eunuch, "your son-in-law is now the son-in-law. Your majesty will soon give you new residence and servants. As an old servant, you will be promoted to heaven. But this son-in-law is not so easy to be. Ordinary people take husband as their wife's guide, and it doesn't mean that if a princess gets married, it's necessary to reverse ethics. But you have to understand in your heart that from now on, you will have more than one master to serve the princess well, and your son-in-law will enjoy several generations of glory. Do you understand? "

Ali nodded hard.

After Yu Ji left, Yan Sikong quietly opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and said in a dumb voice, "are you all gone?"

A Li helped Yan Sikong up and gave him a night's tea. He gulped for a long time, but his voice was a little more comfortable. He sat on the cushion and looked at a Li weakly: "a Li, I know you're worried, but it's a foregone conclusion."

Ali thought about it and said: do you want to marry the princess?

Yan Si has puffy eyes, flushed face, disordered hair and no usual spirit. On the contrary, he is as decadent as a bereaved dog. He is like a man who has just become a prospective son-in-law. He murmurs: "it doesn't matter whether I want to marry her or not. The important thing is that I must marry her."

Ah Li was silent for a moment, and then said: the princess is also very poor.

"She's the daughter of the emperor. It's her destiny."

Ah Li asked Feng Ye again.

Yan Sikong shook his head: "he will come to me soon. Go back and have a rest. I have my own way."

Ali had to stand up, bow, and withdraw.

Yan Sikong stares at the empty eyes and looks at the wall for a long time, then he falls on the bed.

In a daze, he suddenly felt a cold wind swept into the house. The charcoal fire in the house was booming. The wind came suddenly. He woke up and realized something.

He slowly got up from the bed, and saw Feng Ye standing at the head of the bed. His tall body covered the faint candle, and his face in the shadow was very cold.

Yan Sikong sighed: "you're here, I'm waiting for you."

"When did you know that?" Feng Ye asked in a cold voice.

“…… After returning to Beijing. "

"Don't lie to me!"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and skillfully avoided the question of time: "you were losing trust in me because of Ge Zhong. We finally made up. I I can't open my mouth. "

"You can't open your mouth?" Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "how many things can't you talk about?"

"Even if I speak, what can I do?" Yan Sikong said softly.

"If I had known, I could have stopped it!" Feng Ye stepped forward, grabbed Yan Sikong's skirt and said angrily, "you don't want to tell me at all. You don't dare to tell me. I'm afraid I'll stop you from being my son-in-law, right?"

Yan Si said in a trembling voice: "I have no intention of being a son-in-law, but this is the teacher asking His Majesty for a kiss for me."

"And you enjoy it!" Feng Ye slams Yan Sikong on the bed."Can I resist? I'm twenty-four years old and will get married sooner or later. " Yan Sikong cried, "you will get married sooner or later!"

"Why is it wanyang?" Fengye bullied Yan Sikong's shoulder and said, "I can bear other women. Why is it wanyang? Why is it my cousin?"

"It's not up to me to decide!" Yan think empty a pair of bright eyes, straight to close at Feng Ye, "is not you can decide."

"If you had told me earlier, I could have..."

"What can you do? Can you coerce the emperor to change his mind and marry Wan yang to a big family, so that King Jingyuan's power can shake the world and be suspected by the Lord? "

"So what!" Feng yenu yelled, "without my father, 30 years ago his throne was not guaranteed, without my father, 30 years later he is not guaranteed, I still can't decide who my cousin will marry?"

Yan Sikong was shocked, and the wine all woke up. He said in a sharp voice: "are you crazy? You dare to say anything after drinking. Are you crazy

Feng Ye was full of arrogance and ferocity: "why, do you know fear now? We'll keep the Chen family's world. If I... "

Yan Sikong covered Feng Ye's mouth: "don't say any more!"

Feng Ye shakes off Yan Sikong's hand, so strong that he throws Yan Sikong on the bed.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, and his mind was in a mess. He said in a dumb voice, "Feng Ye, don't make trouble. It's a foregone conclusion." He was afraid of Fengye's arrogance, especially what Fengye had just said.

"Yes, it's a foregone conclusion. I could have stopped it if you hadn't kept it from me." Feng Ye's eyes were red, and he looked down at Yan Sikong, "you are going to marry my cousin. Have you ever thought about what I should do? You can think of it for a moment

"I think of you the most." Yan Sikong said in a dumb voice, "I was going to, I was going to treat Ge Zhong. I'll tell you when I find a chance. I didn't expect that the wedding ceremony would be so fast..."

"You think I'll believe it?"

"What I want to tell you, I want to tell you today." Yan Sikong covered his eyes and said wearily, "Fengye, in fact, this day will come sooner or later."

"Yes, but that woman should not be Xi'er. What do you want me to do with my aunt? If she knows, her son-in-law has long been my lover. Every inch of my body and mind is marked by my seal of the wild... "

Yan Si said in a deep voice, "that's enough."

Fengye bullied her body down, her eyes were dark, and she couldn't see the bottom: "and Xi'er, will she know how licentious her husband is under me, how to open her legs and cry for me..."

"Enough!" Yan Sikong pushes his hand to Fengye's chest. Fengye grabs him by the wrist, deflects his hand, and presses him on the bed.

Feng Ye said maliciously: "and the emperor and your teacher, do they know your true face? Do you know how insidious and vicious you are under your appearance? Do you know that you are a pillar of virtue, but you can forge letters and set up a court official? "

Yan Sikong's breath was shaking.

Yan Sikong thinks that he is multi-faceted, but the different features of Fengye make him even more scared. At a good time, Fengye seems to give you a thousand favors, but once he is angry, it seems that he can swallow you alive.

Sometimes Fengye dotes on him too much, which always makes him forget that this is a wolf.

Yan Sikong put his hand against Feng Ye's chest: "Feng Ye, you drink too much, wake up and let's talk about it."

"I'm awake now." Feng Ye grabs Yan Sikong's hand and presses it on his side. "Maybe he has never been so sober. I've come to understand that if I'm good at you, you're good at me His eyes were red. "You don't care about hurting me. You only care about power and your revenge."

"No Yan Sikong's heart suddenly hurt, he choked, "Feng Ye, you are the person I care about most in the world, the people I really care about are dead, I only have you."

Feng Ye's eyes softened for a moment, but he was replaced by anger: "then why do you want to marry Wan Yang! Revenge is always more important to you than to me! "

Yan Sikong looks at Feng Ye, but he can't refute. He knows that he can't cheat Feng Ye. The more he cares about someone, the more he can't cheat Feng Ye.

Feng Ye saw that he seemed to acquiesce. He felt that his heart was broken. He clenched his fists and let out a wild animal like roar in his throat. He suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong's neck, rudely blocked his lips and crushed him.

"Feng Wild... "

Feng Ye tore open Yan Sikong's clothes and fell on his chest, waist and abdomen with a punitive bite. It seemed that he wanted to use the most savage way to fill this race with his traces.

Yan Sikong's loose inner garment soon became a piece of cloth hard to put together under Feng Ye's hands. He looked at Feng Ye vaguely. Feng Ye's face was a little fuzzy, but his sharp eyes pierced into his heart.

Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong's green and red teeth on his snow-white skin, and his heart is full of the pleasure of twisted revenge. He caresses the body that makes him eat marrow and taste. In his rage, he still barely grasps his own reason, and restrains the impulse to swallow this man into his stomach and take it for himself forever.He licked and gnawed at Yan Sikong's body, and at the same time, he murmured bitterly, clearly calling Yan Sikong's name.

Yan Sikong is powerless to struggle. Like a man against the current, he holds on to Fengye's sleeve tightly. It seems that he wants to prevent Fengye from pushing himself into the suffocating abyss. It also seems that Fengye is his life-saving straw. He struggles, he conflicts, and his heart is like ashes.

Suddenly, Feng Ye reverses Yan Sikong, and Yan Sikong clenches his teeth: "Feng Ye Take it easy... "

Feng Ye turns a deaf ear, his teeth continue to lick along his spine, one hand goes around his waist, grabs his sexual organ, and rubs it rudely. Yan Sikong feels pain and pleasure, and stirs and torments in his body. He hums and drinks. His body is soft but extremely sensitive. Every touch of Feng Ye makes him shudder.

Feng Ye pushed Yan Sikong's leg open with his knee and pushed it between his legs. The hot and hidden penis bumped against the pliable buttocks. He also drank a lot of wine, and he could not find the right head, so he made a beast like breath.

Yan Sikong felt the hard and hot thing on his back buttocks. He instinctively grasped the sheet and wanted to climb forward. Feng Ye pressed his waist and separated his legs. He said: "no running, never running."

Yan Sikong uttered a murmur of unknown significance. She just wanted to climb forward, but it was hard to move half a point.

Feng Ye vomited two mouthfuls in the palm of his hand, broke off the snow-white buttock flap, and pricked his fingers in at random. He didn't have the courage to drill.

"Don't..."

The feeling of the foreign body made Yan Sikong wriggle his waist and buttocks, but the swaying thin and powerful waist only stimulated Feng Ye's eyes. His eyes became deeper and deeper. He put his palm on Yan Sikong's back, pressed his upper body on the collapse, and his buttocks were high and pursed. Before Yan Sikong could make a sound, he had supported his waist and pushed forward.

"Ah..."

Yan Sikong trembled with pain, and his back acupoint unconsciously contracted to hold the meat blade tightly. The great pleasure suddenly invaded Fengye's whole body. He had never been so rude before, but at this time, besides the pleasure, he also felt the joy of the expedition.

Feng Ye is feverish in the head, fixing Yan Sikong's waist, pushing forward fiercely, breaking the tight and hot corridor, and admitting his invasion without resistance.

Yan Sikong let out a hoarse cry of pain. His legs were so soft that he almost fell down, but he was held by Fengye again.

Feng Ye withdraws half of the long and thick meat blade and then pokes it in. He is like a wild animal released from the cage. He starts his most primitive life with his own mind.

"Ah Seal Wild Ah, ah... " Yan Sikong uttered a trembling murmur, but the sound was sweet and greasy as aphrodisiac.

"Do you like it? Do you like it? " Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "what else do you want to marry? That woman can give you these? Can that woman satisfy such a lewd body? Just me, just me

"No Ah, ah... "

The speed and strength of Feng Ye's waist movements make people feel numb. There are bright body fluids on the protruding Yang tendons. Yan Sikong's back acupoints are all wet. Mei Hong's back acupoints are completely opened, which can swallow the extremely thick, hard and hot yang objects by the roots. The sound of * *'s impact is reverberating in every corner of the house.

"You are mine, Yan Sikong, you are mine!" Feng Ye goes in and out of his infatuated body. Before they meet again, he doesn't know that there is something more intoxicating in the world than the battlefield. Even if this person is not as beautiful as he imagined, or even vicious, selfish, and greedy, he is still on the road.

"My My... " Every time Fengye fiercely goes to the bottom of his intestines, he meditates on his own ownership. He wants Yan Sikong to always remember everything he has done to him, whether it's pain or joy, in this crazy world.

"Woo Feng Ye Ah, ah Slow Slow down... " Yan Sikong is collapsing and crying for mercy. The extreme pleasure of climbing from the back acupoint has burned all over his body, burning his consciousness. His mind is blank, just pleading, hoping to get rid of it.

But the cry only came in exchange for more wild waves.

Gradually, Yan Sikong, in his unconsciousness, realized a confused soberness. It's like the thick fog in front of his eyes suddenly broke, all the turbidity disappeared, only two overlapping bodies made him feel himself. In the endless sinking, he felt the whole of Fengye more clearly, the red eyes, the hot body, the heavy breath, the boiling hot organ, and the silent roaring anger and sadness.

He thought it would be a good ending to fall into the abyss with Fengye.