Feng Ye's hot lips kissed from Yan Sikong's cheeks all the way to his chest, the two of them pulled each other's clothes, eagerly stroking the exposed warm skin, the touched places ignited the fire of desire one after another, quickly Flowing all over the body, burning their sanity to death.
Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's hair: "Feng Ye, let me see you..." He chased Feng Ye's lips with his lips, kissed them heavily, and pushed the tip of his tongue into his mouth, teasing the slippery and smooth tongue.
While stroking Yan Sikong's fair and smooth skin, Feng Ye tore off his trousers, inserted his big hands under the hem of his clothes, and rubbed Yan Sikong's genitals that were about to move.
Yan Sikong's hand also slid down, holding Feng Ye's, and the two exchanged each other's passionate gasps in their mouths, caressing each other's desire, feeling the process of it standing proudly because of him, controlling it , as if controlling everything about each other.
Feng Ye joined the two's genitals together and moved them quickly. The two hard and hot meat blades rubbed against each other, and the pleasure flooded into their bodies like a sea tide. Lust filled their senses, and the air seemed to start to change. Get wet and sticky.
Feng Ye spread Yan Sikong's legs apart, dug out a large piece of honey ointment, and squeezed it into his vagina with his fingers. The honey ointment was quickly melted by the temperature of the meat hole, making it easy for fingers to enter and exit, tight and tight. The mouth of the acupuncture point showed a lustrous luster, and with the expansion of Feng Ye, the small mouth was slightly opened, which was extremely attractive.
Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's chin lightly: "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, it's so good..."
Yan Sikong's heart was touched for no reason, he stroked Feng Ye's sweaty cheek, and whispered: "Come in..."
Feng Ye's big hands shuttled between Yan Sikong's messy hair, the thick black hair set off his porcelain white skin, and the lips that had been sucked and kissed so hard were bright red, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in desire. Yin Yun, such a beautiful and talented person completely belongs to him, as long as he thinks of this, he can't control his overflowing passion and desire.
Feng Ye stood up, and the thick and long meat pestle ruthlessly penetrated into Yan Sikong's hot intestinal wall.
"Ah..." Yan Sikong groaned tremblingly, his legs tightened subconsciously, but he was forced to clamp Feng Ye's waist, and the meat hole that had been empty for a long time shrank suddenly, "biting" Feng Ye. Wild dick.
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's waist, withdrew his cock a little, and pushed it in again, the pleasure of being wrapped in the hot and suffocating flesh wall made him on the verge of madness, he uncontrollably moved his waist, opened and closed vigorously, Fucking this ecstasy pussy hard.
"Feng...Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong fondled his desire with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other. He was forced to retreat several times, and was dragged back by Feng Ye, and the penetration was deeper and heavier. It also creaked with Feng Ye's onslaught.
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's ankles, put his long legs on his shoulders, half-kneeled in front of him, raised his waist, and inserted him to the bottom again, accompanied by Yan Sikong's unbearable Moaning, his bath fire burned to the extreme.
"Feng Ye... light... light..." Yan Sikong tightly covered his mouth, lest his voice would reveal his obsession and cause unnecessary trouble.
Feng Ye loved Yan Sikong's appearance of being tormented by desire repeatedly but still forbearance. The thick, long, hard and hot cock pierced the narrow honey hole viciously, and even made a lewd sound of water.
Tears welled up in the corners of Yan Sikong's eyes, and it was already difficult to restrain the soaring pleasure.
Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong and rolled on the bed. Yan Sikong was lying naked on Feng Ye's body with his limbs spread, and was pushed up one by one. His hands grabbed the scattered clothes randomly, and pain came from his throat. Moaning mingled with pleasure.
The two indulge in the boundless sea of desire, as long as they can hug each other tightly, even if they drown in it, they will be happy...
Even though Feng Ye was young and frivolous, Dudu's military discipline never slackened. Before dawn on the second day, he quietly climbed out of Ruanrou Township and hurried out of the city to inspect the camp.
When he returned to the post house, Yan Sikong hadn't woken up yet.
Feng Ye took off his coat, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at Yan Sikong's peaceful sleeping face with a smile, and gently outlined his cheeks with his fingers.
Yan Sikong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at Fengye in a daze.
Feng Ye hooked his nose, and said softly, "I'm awake."
Yan Sikong was still sleepy, so he showed him a rare silly smile, and said hoarsely, "What time is it?"
"It's almost noon."
"Don't call me earlier."
"What do you want to tell you?" Feng Ye leaned down and kissed Yan Sikong's forehead, "Seeing that you slept so soundly, I felt more at ease than anything else."
Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's waist: "Where did you go? Back to camp?"
"Well, I'm going to patrol the camp in the morning, and I'll be right back after the camp tour." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's smooth hair, "Kong'er, your hair is so soft."
"Really, I didn't care about it." Yan Sikong suddenly wrinkled his nose, "I can smell the fragrance, what did you bring back?"
Feng Ye smiled and said, "Baozi, I inquired about the most delicious buns in Kuizhou City, so I went to buy them for you. You woke up just in time, and it's still warm."
The corners of Yan Sikong's lips were filled with a smile: "Great, let me taste the difference between the buns in these two lakes and mine in northern Liaoning."
"In my opinion, the size is very different. The buns here are so small, I can eat one in two bites." Feng Ye said, taking Yan Sikong's clothes that he had already folded to the bedside, winking and smiling Said, "Do you want to change your clothes for your husband?"
Yan Sikong snatched the clothes, and said, "Don't bother me." He put on the clothes, tied his hair into a bun in a loose way, and got out of bed to wash up.
Feng Ye put the steamed buns and porridge and side dishes on the table one by one, and called Yan Sikong to come and eat.
Yan Sikong wiped his face with a cloth towel, went to the table, and said with a smile: "This bun is only half the size of Liaobei, it is indeed a little smaller."
"I don't know how it tastes." Feng Ye handed him one, "Try it quickly."
Yan Sikong took a bite, and it was delicious: "Mmm, it's delicious."
"You like to eat steamed stuffed buns. I will find delicious steamed stuffed buns for you wherever I go, okay?"
Yan Si hollowed out sweetly: "Did you know that the steamed buns in Jiangnan are smaller, the size of a silver coin, filled with fresh meat, and can be eaten in one bite."
"There are still such small buns." Feng Ye yearned, "I really want to try it with you."
Yan Sikong smiled and said nothing.
"When I was young, I once said that I wanted to travel all over Dasheng, do you remember?"
Yan Sikong was slightly taken aback, and nodded: "I remember." For some reason, he became more and more resistant to recalling his youth with Feng Ye, perhaps because it would force him to recall the "dead" Yuan Sikong over and over again. , and reminded him that he had become a completely different person.
"It's a pity that the scenery I have seen is nothing more than Datong, the capital and here, but you, Kong'er, you seem to have been to many places."
Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "In those ten years, I was just wandering around."
"You must have suffered a lot." Feng Ye stuffed another steamed bun into Yan Sikong's hand, "Don't worry, with me here, I won't make you suffer in the future."
Yan Sikong took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun unceremoniously: "Yes, it's delicious."
Feng Ye asked casually: "The person I met at your house last time... seems to be surnamed Liu? Did you also meet when you were wandering?"
"Well, I was on my way to Beijing to catch the exam. I was so poor that I could barely afford food. He helped me."
"Where did you meet?" Feng Ye asked again.
Yan Sikong became vigilant, he didn't know why Feng Ye suddenly asked She Zhun, but after thinking about it again, he immediately understood, he smiled and said, "Why, are you jealous?"
Feng Ye raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"
Yan Sikong scolded with a smile: "You act like everyone else has this crooked hobby like you."
"I like whoever I like, so it's not right." Feng Yepi laughed, "I'm Konger, both talented and beautiful. I don't know how many people think about it. Naturally, I sometimes feel worried."
Yan Sikong kicked him: "Don't think about it, I really miss you, I miss you even more, even His Majesty cares about your marriage."
When it came to marriage, Feng Ye didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter what his heart is, my father won't let him arrange a marriage for me, so as not to be controlled by others because of my in-laws."
"But you..." Yan Sikong's tone was a little dark unconsciously, "but you will marry a wife sooner or later."
Feng Ye pursed his lips: "What about you?"
The two were silent.
They never talked about this matter in the past, but they knew that this matter would not lead to any good results, and would only increase their unhappiness. Whether it was him or Feng Ye, the marriage could not be decided by themselves. Today's conversation was too fast, so they bumped into each other, and both of them immediately regretted it.
Yan Sikong raised his head: "Let's eat."
"No matter what, I won't be separated from you." Feng Ye stared straight at Yan Sikong, his eyes were extremely sharp.
Yan Sikong returned him a faint smile, but did not answer.
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Zhao Fuyi was busy with arranging affairs in Kuizhou city. The generals of the rebel army and the former rebels in Kuizhou, who had been worried for several days, finally felt relieved and dared to move around in the city.
Yang Weiqi couldn't wait to visit Yan Sikong, his attitude was completely different from when Yan Sikong was an envoy, and he even gave Yan Sikong a big gift.
Yan Sikong greeted him with a smile, pretending to be false, he knew that Yang Weiqi was uneasy and wanted to find out about him, so he tried his best to appease them, right now they still need these people to stay in the city honestly.
Zhao Fuyi's name Yan Sikong drafted an official letter to the King of Liang. The general content was that Kuizhou had surrendered, and he urged the King of Liang to obey the law. Although this persuasion is useless, it must be done to show the emperor's generosity and benevolence. After all, what they have to deal with is the emperor's own brother. Don't say that they are not predictable, and then go to war, so as not to be criticized by the world The emperor is cold and doesn't care about brotherhood.
Naturally, this official letter came to nothing. Liang Wang was frantically recruiting troops at this time, using the Jingzhou Fortress to stop and suppress the rebels. I heard that he wanted to recruit Zhao Wang, who was not far away from him, to join him in rebellion. There is absolutely no way to stop it from going south.
On one side is Jingzhou City, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and on the other side is the food and grass that has been arriving for a long time. The crisis of the situation makes people sleepless.
In just a few days, Zhao Fuyi had already lost a lot of worry, and Yan Sikong was also worried, but after thinking about it for a few days, there was no perfect solution, there was no food for war, and everything was useless.
Right now they are all waiting for the spies who sneaked into Jingzhou to send back a tip to predict King Liang's next move.
A few days later, the spies really sent back a report, but it was not the situation of King Liang's soldiers, horses, and fodder, but his own head.
Zhao Fuyi's face was livid, he locked himself in the house, and didn't see anyone for a day, until night, when he called Liang Guang, Feng Ye, Yan Sikong and his trusted generals together.
Yan Sikong was a little apprehensive, he sensed that Zhao Fuyi wanted to make a move, and when he knew that he couldn't do anything, it was the best strategy to stay still.
Feng Ye was much more optimistic, and asked straight to the point: "But is there any news about the food?"
Zhao Fuyi nodded: "The grain and grass will arrive in a few days, but it is only enough for one month. In addition to the grain in Kuizhou, if we can't take Jingzhou in two months, we will have to retreat."
No one in the room said anything.
No wonder Zhao Fuyi didn't look happy when the food and grass that he had been looking forward to for a long time was about to arrive.
Liang Guang sighed: "Two months... Jingzhou has enough food and grass, and it will not be a problem to keep it for two years."
"This Jingzhou cannot be besieged, and the siege will inevitably cause heavy damage. Are we just going to watch the King of Liang sail south?" Sun Feng said unconvinced.
Zhao Fuyi rubbed his temples: "I have traveled thousands of miles, and I don't want to give up halfway. Before the food and grass run out, I will try anyway."
"General, don't be impulsive." Liang Guangdao, "If you know that you can't do it, you might as well retreat."
Feng Ye said: "There are so many variables in marching and fighting. There is nothing absolutely impossible to do. I believe that everything depends on man's will. If we retreat here, we will not only disappoint the holy hope, but will also trap the people in the south of the Yangtze River."
Yan Sikong agrees with Liang Guang: "The lower officials think that what Mr. Liang said is reasonable, the lives of soldiers are not a trifle, and the chances of winning the city are too low, so we must not be hasty."
Sun Feng snorted, "Is there anything that has a lower chance of winning than doing nothing?"
"No, Li Mu endured for ten years and fought to determine the world. In the eyes of outsiders, these ten years are inaction. Sometimes inaction is a great achievement. The victory or defeat cannot be expected in the near future." Yan Sikong cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty It is not to persuade the general to retreat, but to hope that the general will save his strength and not act rashly."
Feng Ye retorted: "Master Yan is too conservative, and the art of war is too ideal. In fact, there are very few people who can really achieve 'win first, then fight'. Don't tell me that all generals don't fight when they seem to be unable to defeat them?" The military situation is ever-changing, and sometimes the opportunity for victory is only in an instant, and if you don’t go to the battlefield, you will never be able to grasp it. If you don’t have this bit of courage, you will already be at a disadvantage in terms of ambition.”
The two sides had their own reasons and started to argue. Zhao Fuyi was born as a general and wanted to fight in his heart, but seeing that Liang Guang and Yan Sikong didn't want to fight, he couldn't help hesitating.
So after a long debate, there was still no result.