Feng Yu Jiu Tian

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Under the layers of protection of the Xilei Guardian and the Xiao Family Masters, the protection of Fengming seems to be solid.

Who knew that not only was attacked, but also nearly killed Fengming's life! ?

And the culprit of the attack on the Xiao family's fleet was the second Prince He Di of Shan Lin!

Rong Tian is not around, but the enemy has already broken through the ship and is about to come.

The side that should be the enemy released the "goodwill" first! ?

The night attack, the big ship was about to crash and sank, and the blood on the clothes had not dried out. It was actually "good intention"?

The blood flowed into the river, which almost destroyed the entire Xiao family ’s luxury fleet.

Liar!

The friendly contract between the two countries can be handed over, but they can't see a little flaw ...

Under the evil plan of the evil prince, poor Ziyan is stepping on the fate of being sent into the wolf mouth ...

Chapter One

night.

Leaving the country, Tian Yin.

The ruined walls were covered with moss.

Spring is here and you can smell it.

At this moment, in the night of Tianyin Spring, in addition to the thunderous sound of the wood when the campfire was burning, there was a faint smell of weeds sprouting.

Wang, have you read that letter?

Si Qiang was sitting on a rock lying halfway across the ground, with two good-looking legs hanging in the air, leaning over his head, and thoughtfully looking at the king's tent not far away.

After nearly 50 years, the baptism of war still leaves traces in this small city. This kind of weeds everywhere, in the desolate darkness running through the ruins, there are more gorgeous ornate tents symbolizing the highest and supreme departure from the country. The blazing, red half-day bonfire, holding a sword, and the ruthless expression of guarding the inside and out of the country, is incompatible with this city that has been ruined for a long time.

Everything that is unreasonable is for the reputation of the thunder king.

The person beloved by God is probably like that. He has so many things. It is said that King Xilei loves him madly, and his people love him. His father is a famous swordsman and a rich man in the world, even if he is His enemies also have a special respect and longing for him; it is said that Li Wang once wanted him at all costs, but he fled without any care.

King Ming, how many things are in your palms ...

What you want, what you do n’t want, what you care about, and what you do n’t care about, God gives you all because of your doting.

Even if you are in a distant country, you can control the powerful King away from you, let the supremacy, do not look at anything in the eyes of the king, and abandon the golden palace of the capital for you, willingly waiting in such a desolate city.

The night breeze blew occasionally, and the grass creeping out of the ground made a slight noise when it swayed.

Si Qiang raised her hand and pressed a few black hairs that were tickled by the wind on her forehead, as if she knew that the thoughts in her heart must not be revealed at this moment, and she carefully lowered her thick eyelashes to prevent others from seeing clearly .

In fact, it is not necessary.

It is the turn of the people to enjoy the rare relaxation around the campfire. The guards on duty did not squint, the attendants and the maids transferred from the palace to serve the away king were busy with their errands, lest they make a mistake in front of the king.

No one cares about him as a child.

Although he was the only person who had served the king overnight during this period, it seems that everyone knows the way of dealing with the king, and **** is only a way to express desire, as for the body used to vent, and a pleasing eye The appliances are no different, not worth the effort to please.

The former owner said that as long as he can please the power and get the favor, he can do whatever he wants and have everything he wants. This law does not work for Li Wang at all.

Si Qiang sighed softly, couldn't help but tilted his head again, looking at the sharp thorns on the top of Wang Teng's head in a daze.

The sharp thorns made of pure gold are inserted into the tent, representing the supreme kingship of the country. The brightness of the bonfire is refracted back by the metal surface, and in the night sky from time to time shines red and gold.

"Master Si Qiang, the king calls you into the account." There was a polite and distant voice behind him.

Si Qiang responded, jumped off the stone, and quickly walked towards the king's tent.

The attendant outside the account opened the curtain door for him, and the refreshing satin rug covered the entire king's tent, lining a line of luxury that only the king could enjoy.

"King, Si Qiang is here." After entering the tent, he knelt down respectfully immediately, and bowed down docilely, waiting for the king's command.

"come."

Across the distant top, two cold words came into my ears. Si Qiang responded nicely and moved to a place less than a foot away from the feet of this shrewd and cold man.

Candles were lit in every corner of the account.

Going out is always no better than the royal palace. Even if you are noble like the highest ruler, the king's tent in which you live also contains functions for handling government affairs and rest, without dividing a separate space. Facing the square of the tent door, the carpet was filled with valuable case books and various books, and a small table was placed with delicate cups and food bowls. There were several weapons from Wang ’s beloved, separated by two A screen carved with a dragon's concave and convex figure, and a soft bed, tassels with curtains, and an incense burner beside the incense burner are the places away from Wang An sleeping.

Ruo Yan called Si Qiang over, but it seemed that there was nothing he planned to do. After Si Qiang came to her side, she was still looking at the letter in her hand. Deep eyes glanced silently at the message passing above, and the immovable sitting posture was full of domineering, giving the person a sense of oppression that should not be disturbed.

Si Qiang knelt beside Ruo Yan, raised his eyes quietly, and looked at the outline of determination.

Before being sent away, he had been trained to look at things, but it was too difficult to speculate on the mind of the king. The majestic face always seemed to carry a trace of wicked evil and inscrutableness. A simple expression always contained infinite depth, which made people faintly fear and admire.

He glanced quickly at the letter in Ruo Yan's hand, and continued to drop his eyes, respectfully.

That letter contained news about King Ming.

Si Qiang remembers the appearance of the messenger. He also sent the last news about Ming Wang.

I don't know if it's good news or bad news ...

Suddenly bowed down, maintaining a kneeling posture, the pressure from the silent king above his head, Si Qiang could not help but think more and more.

Good news? If it is good news, the king will be very happy, which is also good for Si Qiang. The king will become gentle, with a little skill when inserting the choking martyrdom, there are some ailments, although there is no mercy in doing it, after all, it is like enjoying, not venting.

Sometimes, she even laughs lazily and teases Si Qiang's sensitive body with her fingertips.

Occasionally, there are rare kisses. Kissing to make Si Qiang upside down, could not help but sobbing excitedly.

However, that means that the king who has been eager to get the Ming King will soon achieve his wish ...

Breathless and uncomfortable burst into the heart, Si Qiang fiercely scratched the expensive carpet with his fingertips.

If it's bad news ... then good ...

"Ah."

The inadvertent laughter above his head shocked Si Qiang, who was thinking wildly, a little, and his strong fingertips came forward, provoking his chin, forcing him to play with the black eyes of Shangli Wang. By the side of the king, how did he even learn to get away? "

After thinking for a while, Qiang Qiang was surprised, "Si Qiang ... Si Qiang dare not ..."

Wanting to continue begging for mercy, his body was pulled up by a powerful arm, and he couldn't help but sit in Li's arms. The body temperature of the king completely shrouded his petite body by comparison, so hot that he could burn a person, with his back across his clothes against the wall-like chest.

He didn't dare and didn't want to move.

"Want to see it?" The letter he had thought for a long time, sandwiched between **** at will, and passed it under his eyelid.

Although she wanted to know what was inside, Si Qiang relied on her instinct and immediately turned her eyes and shook her head desperately.

The deep laughter penetrated into the eardrum, "You are smart, you know the size." After this sentence, the king's voice became cold, still speaking quietly, but every word brought a hint of chill. "Unlike some people, they are bold and irritating."

Si Qiang was a stunner again, and before he understood it, Li Wang had coldly ordered, "Call the messenger."

Since the messenger arrived this evening, he has been drinking and eating near the king's tent, waiting for the king's summons, and dare not leave a bit.

With a word, he came in immediately.

"Meet the King." He knelt down and bowed his head.

Among those who left the country, the man with the highest power to kill and kill was sitting in front of the case, with Si Qiang in his arms, and an eagle-like stare staring at the messenger kneeling below, "What's up in Fencheng King doll, what's going on? "

Although he didn't dare to look up at the king's face, the bad tone obviously showed that the king was in a bad mood, the messenger screamed badly, and he was extra careful. "The yelling king doll in Finnish City is Yulang's son to capture the enemy who went to meet the king Party, and set up a trap. Yu Lang, the son of the North Banner aristocracy Du Feng, went to the Xiao family and met Ming Wang, and did not notice that Xi Lei Wang Rong Tian was nearby. The son guessed that if Rong Tian left, he would most likely go. Dong Fan, because Dong Fan recently heard the news ... "

"My King knows Dongfan's news. He speculates that Rong Tian will pass the important dock of Fencheng to meet with Ming Wang, and this King also makes sense." If Yan cut off the messenger and tried to explain the situation, he smiled coldly. "My king is just weird. Yu Lang thinks he is clever and clever. He will not think of any other way this time. He can only use such a shameful idea? The king wants him to get Ming Wang as soon as possible. But he uses his mind. On the production of the puppets of the secret chamber boudoir, they also blatantly called for sale and spread around. "

At the end of the sentence, the lines became more and more cold and cold. "It is said that the doll is very similar to Feng Ming himself, and it is a jerk! What kind of character is Xi Leiming Wang, and how can it be those pariahs to seduce things in private? That kind of cheap stuff deserves to know Fengming's appearance? "

Si Qiang sat in Ruo Yan's arms, and was originally held by Ruo Yan with his arms. At this moment, his arms became tighter and tighter, like an iron hoop, his bone was almost broken. The beautiful little face frowned and twisted, but clenched her teeth and remained silent.

He knew that the king was already angry, and at this time attracting the king's attention was tantamount to burning himself.

"The king is angry. This is a trap set by the son of Yu Lang in order to capture King Xilei. Maybe it was not thoughtful for a moment, and he did not take into account ..."

"Have you caught it?"

"Uh ..." The messenger knew that his king was fierce, and taking his life was just a matter of raising his hand. He couldn't help shivering and lowering his head, "This ... this ..."

"Say."

"Although the son didn't catch King Xilei, but ... he caught a guy named Lier ..."

"My king entrusted him with a heavy task. He spent so much time, but only caught a little servant."

The courier heard a sneer on his head and was frightened. After a long while, he dared to answer in a low voice. important……"

"Is it important to him?"

The words were headless and brainless, and the messenger froze for a while, wondering how to reply.

Ruoyan's voice came again, "You go back to see Yu Lang, and ask him to immediately burn all those **** puppets, at no cost, and take back all the sold ones and destroy them. In the future, everyone who is involved in Ming Wang The strategy must be agreed by the king, and it is never allowed to take the initiative. "

"Yes."

"Also," after a moment of silence, if the words were spoken again, the tone had eased, and Wen said, "Tell him for the king, and he has drifted abroad all these years. His hardship and credit for leaving the country, he never forgotten . "

"Yes, yes ..." The messenger Dasong sighed and hurriedly lowered to his knees, "The subordinate's son-in-law thanked King Houen."

"As for the little servant he caught, if the king didn't want to kill, the king wouldn't force him. Although he stayed, he would play as much as he wanted. But," if the voice turned suddenly, the air would suddenly freeze and heavy Oppression and threats, "He must do what King Ming does to the King properly. Do you remember what King said?"

"My subordinates remember."

If the word "um" sounded a little satisfied, he turned his lazy eyes on the box that was sent with the letter today. "What is in this box?"

The messenger said, "King Hui, this box contains the divine grass. This grass is very precious. It was specially sought by the son of Yu Lang and dedicated to the king, so that the king can use it in the future."

"Godgrass?" Ruo Yan narrowed his sharp eyes. "Is this the kind of godgrass that strangers have tried to plant but failed to plant repeatedly?"

"Yes." Before leaving, the messenger was repeatedly taught the beauty of this thing by Yu Lang, and quickly explained in detail like a gourd. "This grass is as fine as a needle. When you use it, you only need to remove one and pierce it. At that point in the back hole, desire will be like fire. Even the strongest and stubborn man in the world can't survive two hours and will beg for intercourse. Once intercourse, the taste is very beautiful and as comfortable as a god. The best thing is that as long as the same body is twelve consecutive nights, the last one is made every night, and the same man satisfies that body every time. From then on, only the man who satisfies him when taking the medicine can give him Happy. The effect will never fade. "

A trembling smile floated on his lips, "You mean, as long as you use this treasure to King Ming, the king only needs to hug him every time he begs. After twelve nights, even Rong Tian, ​​can you no longer satisfy him? "

"Yes. Not only can't be satisfied, but it will also make him quite painful. Only the body of the king can make him happy."

"It's really interesting, no wonder it's called Divine Grass. The king will try to see if it's really so magical."

Si Qiang had been listening to their conversation quietly, and she trembled.

Ruo Yan lowered his head and looked at the pale Si Qiang in his arms, but his expression was rare and gentle.

"Si Qiang, what is your biggest wish in your life?"

Si Qiang froze and shook his head blankly.

To put it mildly, "No one can live without desire. Everyone has a wish to achieve, and you must have it."

Si Qiang froze again, her eyes as bright as lacquer slightly raised, carefully looked at Ruo Yan, thought for a while, nodded surely, and shook her head in frustration.

He was so timid and cute, and if he looked at him, he suddenly bowed his head, blowing a sigh of heat into his ears, covering his pearly earlobes.

Such an intimate action was unprecedented, and Si Qiang's heart beat hard, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

If Yan Yan bit his earlobe lightly, his calm voice exudes a strong temptation like a drug, "As long as you help my king, my king promises you to fulfill any wish for you."

Impossible, any wish, such a promise ...

Is the King saying true?

The king will never break promises, especially this one around him!

Si Qiang stared nervously, biting her lower lip subconsciously, and became short of breath.

"Will you try it?"

If the question is low, it is like opening a mysterious door in front of Si Qiang's eyes. He felt shivering all over, wondering whether it was excitement or fear.

Taking a deep breath, and slowly spitting out from his lungs, Si Qiang finally felt that the tremor in his body had alleviated a lot, and a faint expression appeared on the small face full of timidity and shrinking. He looked up, looked at Ruo Yan, and nodded.

If he laughed, "Good boy." He let go of Si Qiang and ordered, "Take the box and come inside."

Si Qiang obeyed and took the box.

Large box, but very light.

Wrapped in precious silk, the corners of the box are exquisitely made.

Holding the box, he followed Ruo Yan to the back of the screen, and knelt down on the sleeping soft mattress.

Open the blue satin, and then open the box. Inside is a smaller jade box. When the small jade box is opened, a box full of strange fine grass is exposed.

Weird dark green, as long as a needle, as thin as a needle.

Ruo Yan picked up one from the box and said to Si Qiang, "Take off."

Si Qiang looked at the divine grass in his hand, his heart was slightly scared, but he refused to give up, gritted his teeth, and really took off without a word. If Yan Yan simply made a gesture, he tenderly posed on his knees, raising his attractive white hips.

Two slender fingers intervened, slowly fumbled for a while, stopped, as if to find the target.

"Hmm ..." A slight sting came from the most sensitive point in the body, and Si Qiang moaned slightly.

He suspected that the needle-like grass was probably stuck on that point.

The man stroked his back and said softly, "As long as you are a good boy and do n’t ask for mercy in an hour, you can fulfill your wish. You can be free, you can have any wealth, you can have the most beautiful women and men in the world , King promised to let you do whatever you want. But if you can't help it, you will be punished, terrible punishment. Understand? "

The messenger did not get the king's order, did not dare to leave, and still knelt outside waiting, listening to the beeping moaning sounds that accelerated from weak to strong, and then turned from strong to weak, and finally stopped. Out.

After a while, the re-dressed Ruoyan turned from the back, with a trace of obscenity after venting, and slowly sat on the comfortable throne above.

Looking at the messenger kneeling down, the deep handsome face from the king's facial features, showing a subtle smile, indifferently, "The effect of this divine grass is really amazing. You go back and tell Yu Lang, the king appreciates his loyalty . "

"Yes, his subordinates must tell the son of Yu Lang truthfully."

"By the way, bring this box of things back to him."

A click.

The small box containing the divine grass was gently thrown in front of the messenger.

The messenger looked at the little box under his eyes in surprise, completely scratching his head. "King? King means ..."

"My King knows that Yu Lang is a loyal, but I do n’t need this thing for this thing." If Yan slowly raised his lips, deep in his eyebrows, he couldn't hide his natural arrogance and coldness, and said with a grin, "To make Fengming After convincing orally, the king has a solution. He uses only medicine to control people, destroys insults arbitrarily, and treats the supreme treasure as ordinary shingles. What fun is it? You go back with this box of **** grass and tell Yu Lang that this The gift was brought to my heart. However, the things left in his hands were more useful. "

"Yes Yes."

"Go on."

The messenger scratched his head, took the box of precious sacred grass, and walked out on his knees. He dared to breathe out of the door.

The back was cold and sweaty.

Li Wang, who was sitting in the king's account, had a bleak and thin face, but escaped a hint of dictatorial and ambiguous smile because he expected to meet with Xi Leiming King soon.

Fengming.

You and I will finally meet.