General is a Villain

Yi Xiaoqiao carried the wine through the streets and carefully came to the back door of the palace.

According to her observation in the previous month, the gatekeeper would find a place to drink at night at the back door of the palace. It should be unattended. She listened to the door for a while and made sure there was no sound inside. Then she carefully opened the door and bolted it in.

He closed the door and went straight to Hehuan house.

Yi Xiaoqiao doesn't know whether all people in love are tangled like herself. While thinking that she should stay away from Mu Yian, she can't help but want to know how he is doing.

Carrying wine, he walked into Hehuan house.

It was in March that the acacia tree in the Acacia home had just grown tender buds, the swing was rusty, and the room was dark.

There was no one. Instead, she was relieved and boldly entered the room. The room was still tasted of elegant fragrance, which was familiar to her. It belonged to Mu Yi'an and had the effect of refreshing incense.

Yi Xiaoqiao put the wine and went straight to the desk facing the door. The books on the desk were neat. She carefully looked through them and couldn't help moving when she saw the paper under the books.

Haven't Mu Yian been here? Why is this thing still pressed here!

She quickly took it out and turned it over. Because her writing was too bad, she was afraid that Mu Yi'an could not understand it or read it disorderly. Before writing, she compiled page numbers. She had just turned a few pages, but she saw that the page numbers of one page were disordered. She was just trying to look carefully. Suddenly, she felt a cold wind sweep across her back neck. Yi Xiaoqiao reacted quickly and grabbed the paper on the table and threw it away.

Pieces of paper were flying around.

In the dark, she couldn't see who the visitor was. She just felt that his martial arts methods were vaguely familiar. It seemed that she could predict what his next step was.

Yi Xiaoqiao dodged and was gradually forced into the corner.

When the man rushed over again, Yi Xiaoqiao was unavoidable. After all, she was not a Wulin expert. She just practiced boxing for a few days. After all, she couldn't compare with those who practiced martial arts all the year round. She was pressed in the corner.

"Mu Yian!"

She couldn't move, but she finally knew who this man was, Mu Yi'an, his taste, and his martial arts skills.

The other party really stopped.

In the dark, some silent things are flowing slowly, which is not only his emotion, but also Yi Xiaoqiao's emotion.

"Mu Yian..."

Mu Yi'an's hand was like electricity on her neck. Before Yi Xiaoqiao's words were spoken, his body was soft and fell into his arms.

Yi Xiaoqiao seems to have a dream, a little beautiful dream. In the dream, she and Mu Yian love each other and grow old together.

Slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was pain. Her neck seemed to be so painful that it was pierced. She raised her hand to cover her neck and blinked hard. Only then did she recover the Qingming in front of her eyes.

The purpose is a familiar gauze curtain, snow white, with several hibiscus flowers painted on it.

She blinked, looked through the gauze curtain and fell into the room. The familiar figure who had appeared in her dream was sitting at the table. There was a mouthful of wine, and the smell of wine floated into her nose.

That's the smell of green bamboo leaves.

Yi Xiaoqiao sat up with her body. Her neck still hurt faintly. She pursed her lips and turned pale again: "you're too cruel."

As soon as the voice fell, he felt a gust of wind coming on his face, and the gauze curtain moved. He had come to her.

Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly looked up, but he suddenly rushed up and kissed her lips. He came too hot and too violent. Yi Xiaoqiao had not yet reacted. He had already taken a sip of wine. She wanted to spit it out, but he forced her to swallow it.

Forced to swallow a mouthful of wine, Yi Xiaoqiao held the bed and coughed violently. The wine was not too strong, but the warm current still burned from her throat to her stomach, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Mu Yi'an patted her on the back: "is it uncomfortable?"

Yi Xiaoqiao pushed him away. I haven't seen him for a long time. As soon as he met, he bullied her and drank her wine. Why did she come back? It's really a sin.

Yi Xiaoqiao wanted to get out of bed, but found that his hands and feet were soft. He couldn't get up anyway.

"What's going on?"

At this time, her head and feet were not only soft, but also began to faint in front of her eyes. The things in the room began to turn into double shadows and become strange. She blinked hard. She wanted to recover in front of her eyes, but she began to feel dry and uncomfortable.

"Mu Yi'an..." Yi Xiaoqiao faintly fell on the bed and fanned the wind with his hand, trying to restore his Qingming for a moment: "what did you give me?"

She was drunk and indistinct, and her voice was sexy and provocative.

Mu Yi comforted the broken hair on her temples: "you don't know what the wine you brought me?"

The wine she brought him? Isn't that the jar of bamboo leaves green?

She bought it from Wangchuan building?

Thoughts flashed in his head, but he was more and more dizzy: "Mu Yi'an..."

She was so hot that she seemed to fall into a steamer and the whole person was about to be cooked. She followed the warm and cool to lean against Mu Yi'an: "Mu Yi'an, don't move, I'm so hot..."

Mu Yi'an really didn't move. He just gently stroked her hair, raised her chin with his fingertips, and forced her to look up at him.

"Little Joe, do you know what you're doing?"

Yi Xiaoqiao blinked hard and wanted to restore Qingming, but her eyes became more and more blurred. She closed her eyes and twisted her thigh hard. The pain made her regain her temporary consciousness: "Mu Yian... Help me!"

Mu Yi'an approached slowly, and his hot breath sprinkled on her ear: "how can I help you?"

Don't lean over, she will really rush over. Yi Xiaoqiao bit his teeth and tried to catch the last glimmer of Qingming: "water, cold water."

"Cold water?"

"Help me prepare a bucket of cold water."

Mu Yi'an gradually tightened his hand holding the wine pot and crushed the whole wine pot with a click. He bit her earlobe, and the hot kiss fell on her ear side and neck.

"Mu Yi'an..." Yi Xiaoqiao's hands and feet were soft and twisted his body to dodge, but I don't know what happened. The more he hid, the softer his body felt. The more he wanted to avoid him, the more he felt weak and weak, but he held him tightly in his arms.

Lips and teeth foam, her only trace of Qingming suddenly collapsed, hugged him and rolled with him.

She knew that she was doomed today. That's it. She didn't want to escape. Maybe she had fantasies about Mu Yi at the moment she wanted to go back to the palace. Whether he changed his mind or took advantage of him. In short, she didn't want to wait until she finally remembered it. There was only sadness and pain left, not even sweetness.

"Hiss - pain." Yi Xiaoqiao took a breath of air-conditioning and bit his shoulder. She worked hard and instantly bit his shoulder out of blood, leaving deep tooth marks.