Yan Sikong was given a lot of alcohol that day. He was born with a lot of alcohol, and he is very restrained on weekdays. He has never been really drunk in his life. This time is probably the time he drank the most in front of outsiders. First, there are too many congratulators Second, he might want to get drunk in his private heart, and when he is drunk, he can temporarily escape.
In the end, Yan Sikong was carried out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and Emperor Zhaowu sent Yu Ji to see him off in person, and Yan Sikong sat in the palanquin for the first time.
Arriving at Yan's Mansion, Yu Ji covered his nose with a silk handkerchief, frowned and looked at the simple lintel, the little inner eunuch rushed 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, with a hideous and ugly face, scaring a group of internal eunuchs into screaming.
Yu Ji pointed at Ali: "You, who are you? This is Master Yan's residence?"
Ali nodded in a daze, then looked at the carriage again.
"Oh, why did Lord Yan live in such a place, and found such a..." Yu Ji coughed lightly, "Tsk, your son is drunk, and the Holy Father sent me to take him back to his residence."
Ali nodded again, at a loss.
"Kneel down and thank you." Yu Ji said loudly.
Ali quickly knelt down.
Yu Ji beckoned, and a few eunuchs helped Yan Sikong, who was drunk, get off the carriage and sent him to the mansion.
Yu Ji followed all the way in, looking at the surrounding furnishings, frowning frequently, Ali followed not far away, kept looking at Yan Sikong, he had never been alone with so many strangers, he was very nervous.
The little internal eunuchs sent Yan Sikong into the bedroom, and even thoughtfully changed his clothes and washed him briefly. Yu Ji stood outside the door and glanced at Ali: "Are you dumb?"
Ali nodded.
"You are the only servant in this house?"
Ali nodded again.
"Master Yan is really so poor. I, Dasheng, have such honest and honest ministers, which is really gratifying, but when Princess Wanyang gets married in the future, I can't live in such a broken place." Yu Ji tilted his head. With a quick glance, he naturally knew why the emperor asked him to come, otherwise, why bother him with such a trivial matter, the admiral and eunuch, "Your son is now a prospective son-in-law, and your majesty will give you a new residence and servants soon. Since you are an old servant, you will naturally rise to heaven. But the son-in-law is not so easy to be. Ordinary people are husbands and wives, and it doesn’t mean that if the princess marries, the ethics will be reversed, but you have to understand in your heart. From now on, you are more than one master, and if you serve the princess well, your son will be able to enjoy the glory for several generations, understand?"
Ali nodded vigorously.
After Yu Ji left, Yan Sikong opened his eyes quietly, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "All gone?"
Ali helped Yan Sikong up, and handed him an evening hangover tea. He drank it for a long time before his voice became a little more comfortable. He half sat on the cushion, and looked at Ali weakly: "Ali, I know you are worried, but this matter is a foregone conclusion."
Ali thought for a while, and gestured: Do you want to marry the princess
Yan Sikong's eyes were swollen, his face was flushed, his hair was messy, he was not as energetic as usual, instead he was depressed like a stray dog, not like someone who just became a prospective son-in-law, he murmured in a daze: "Do I want to marry her?" , is not important, what is important is that I must marry her."
Ali was silent for a while, then gestured again: The princess is quite pitiful.
"As the daughter of the emperor, this is her life."
Ali asked about Feng Ye again.
Yan Sikong shook his head: "He will come to me soon, you go back and rest, I have my own way."
Ali had no choice but to stand up, bowed, and stepped back.
Yan Sikong stared at the wall with empty eyes for a long time before he couldn't hold back his drunkenness and fell down on the bed.
In a daze, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing into the house. The charcoal fire in the house was burning. The wind came so suddenly that he woke up immediately 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 candlelight, his face in the shadow looked extremely cold.
Yan Sikong sighed: "You are here, I am waiting for you."
"When did you know that?" Feng Ye asked coldly.
"...after returning to Beijing."
"Don't lie to me!"
Yan Sikong took a deep breath and skillfully avoided the question of time: "You lost trust in me because of Ge Zhong's incident. We finally reconciled. I... can't open my mouth."
"You can't open your mouth?" Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "How many things are there that you can't open your mouth?"
"Even if I open my mouth, so what?" Yan Sikong said softly.
"If I had known earlier, I could have stopped it!" Feng Ye stepped forward, grabbed Yan Sikong's lapel, his face full of anger, "You don't want to tell me at all, you dare not tell me, lest I stop you from becoming a son-in-law ,is not it!"
Yan Sikong tremblingly said: "I don't intend to be a son-in-law, but this is the teacher asking His Majesty to marry me for me."
"And you are so happy!" Feng Ye ruthlessly threw Yan Sikong onto the bed.
"Can I resist the decree? I am twenty-four years old, and I will get married sooner or later." Yan Sikong shouted, "You will also get married sooner or later!"
"Why Wan Yang?" Feng Ye pressed Yan Sikong's shoulder, "I can tolerate other women, why Wan Yang, why my cousin?!"
"It's not for me to decide!" Yan Sikong stared at Fengye with bright eyes, "It's not for you to decide either."
"If you had told me earlier, I could have..."
"What can you do? You can coerce the emperor to change his mind, marry Wan Yang into a powerful family, let King Jingyuan's power shake the world, and be jealous of the Lord!"
"So what!" Feng Ye yelled angrily, "Without my father, he would have lost his throne thirty years ago, without my father, he would have lost his country thirty years later, and I still can't decide who my cousin will marry?"
Yan Sikong's face turned pale with fright, all the wine woke up, he said sharply: "Are you crazy? You dare to say anything after drinking, are you crazy!"
Feng Ye's face was full of arrogance and ferocity: "Why, you only know how to be afraid now? His Chen family's world is guarded by our Feng family. If I..."
Yan Sikong covered Feng Ye's mouth: "Stop talking!"
Feng Ye shook off Yan Sikong's hand, with great strength, he threw Yan Sikong onto the bed.
Yan Sikong took a deep breath, his mind was in a mess, he said in a hoarse voice: "Fengye, stop making trouble, this matter is a foregone conclusion." What Feng Ye said just now.
"Yeah, this matter is a foregone conclusion. If you hadn't been hiding from me, I could have stopped it." Feng Ye's eyes were red, and he looked down at Yan Sikong, "You are going to marry my cousin, what do you think?" What should I do? You can think about it even for a moment. "
"You are the one I think about the most." Yan Sikong said in a hoarse voice, "I planned, I planned to wait for Ge Zhong's matter to pass, and find a time to tell you, I didn't expect the marriage to be so soon..."
"You think I still believe it?"
"What I want to tell you, I want to tell you today." Yan Sikong covered his eyes and said wearily, "Feng Ye, actually this day will come sooner or later."
"Yes, but that woman shouldn't be Xi'er. How do you tell me to face my aunt? If she knows that her son-in-law has already made love to me, every inch of my body and mind is marked by my seal..."
Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "Enough."
Feng Ye bullied himself down, his eyes were dark and bottomless: "And Xi'er, she will know how promiscuous and lewd her Ruyi Langjun is under me, how he opened his legs and cried beg me… "
"Enough!" Yan Sikong pushed Feng Ye's chest with a palm, Feng Ye grabbed his wrist, turned it to the side, dispelled the force of the palm, and pressed him onto the bed.
Feng Ye said viciously: "There is also the emperor and your teacher, do they know your true face? Do they know how sinister and vicious you are under your dignified appearance? Do they know that you, the 'pillar of the 'Ming De Wei Xin' Talent', but will forge letters and frame the court officials?!"
Yan Sikong was trembling even for breathing.
Yan Sikong considers himself to be multi-faceted, but Feng Ye's different faces make him even more frightened. In good times, Feng Ye seems to want to give you thousands of pets, but once he is offended, he seems to be able to eat you alive.
Sometimes Feng Ye pampered him too much, and he would always temporarily forget that this was a wolf.
Yan Sikong put his hands on Feng Ye's chest: "Feng Ye, you've drunk too much, let's talk after you wake up."
"I'm very sober now." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and pressed it to his side, "Maybe I've never been so sober. I finally understand that if I treat you ten points, you only treat me one or two points." The circles of his eyes were red, "You don't care about hurting me, you only care about power and your plan for revenge."
"No." Yan Sikong's heart throbbed suddenly, he choked up and said, "Feng Ye, you are the person I care about most in this world, everyone I really care about is dead, and I only have you."
There was a moment of softening in Feng Ye's eyes, but it was replaced by anger in an instant: "Then why did you marry Wan Yang! Revenge is always more important to you than me!"
Yan Sikong stared blankly at Feng Ye, but couldn't refute, he knew he couldn't fool Feng Ye, and the more he cared about a person, the more he couldn't fool him.
Seeing that he seemed to acquiesce, Feng Ye felt heartbroken. He clenched his fists tightly and let out a beast-like growl from his throat. He suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong's neck and roughly blocked his mouth. Lips, pressed hard.
"Feng... Ye..."
Feng Ye tore off Yan Sikong's clothes, and bit down on his chest, waist and abdomen with a punitive bite, as if he wanted to use the most barbaric method to fill this person with his traces.
Yan Sikong's loose inner garment quickly turned into a piece of cloth that was difficult to piece together under Feng Ye's hands. He looked at Feng Ye bewilderedly, Feng Ye's face was already somewhat blurred, but those sharp eyes pierced directly into bottom of his heart.
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's snow-white skin leaving his own green and red tooth marks, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of twisted revenge. He stroked this body that made him taste the marrow, and still reluctantly grasped it in his fury. With his own reason, he restrained the urge to swallow this person into his stomach and keep him forever.
And that impulse turned into high lust. While licking and biting Yan Sikong's body, he groaned in pain, clearly calling Yan Sikong's name.
Yan Sikong struggled weakly, he was like a man against the water, he tightly grasped Feng Ye's sleeve, as if to prevent Feng Ye from pushing himself into the abyss of suffocation, and as if Feng Ye was his life-saving straw, he struggled , he is contradictory, his heart is ashamed.
Suddenly, Feng Ye turned Yan Sikong around, and Yan Sikong clenched his teeth: "Fengye...be gentle..."
Feng Ye turned a deaf ear, continued to lick and bite his teeth along his spine, wrapped his hand around his waist, grabbed his genitals, and rubbed them roughly, Yan Sikong felt pain and pleasure at the same time, stirring and tormenting in his body , he let out a muffled grunt, the alcohol was still strong, his body was soft, but extremely sensitive, every touch of Feng Ye made him shudder.
Feng Ye pushed Yan Sikong's leg away with his knee, and squeezed between his legs, his hot and erect penis slammed into the flexible buttocks violently. He also drank a lot of wine, because he couldn't find it. Aim the head and make a beast-like sniffing sound.
Yan Sikong felt the hard and hot thing on his buttocks, instinctively grabbed the sheet, and wanted to crawl forward, but Feng Ye held his waist, separated his legs widely, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't run, never run."
Yan Sikong murmured inexplicably, still only caring about crawling forward, but couldn't move even a little bit.
Feng Ye spat twice in the palm of his hand, opened the snow-white buttocks, and stabbed his fingers in carelessly, drilling and drilling mercilessly.
"don't want… "
The foreign body sensation made Yan Sikong twist his waist and hips uncomfortably, but the swaying, thin and powerful waist only stimulated Feng Ye's desire even more. His eyes became deeper and naked, and he pressed his palm against the Yan Sikong's back pressed his upper body on the floor, and his buttocks were raised high. Before Yan Sikong could make a sound, he had already supported the waist and pushed forward.
"what… "
The huge fleshy head forcefully squeezed into the slightly opened fleshy hole, Yan Sikong was shaking with pain, his back acupuncture point unconsciously contracted, sucking the fleshy blade tightly, a huge pleasure immediately invaded Feng Ye's whole body, he went over He had never been so rough before, but at this time, in addition to the pleasure, he also experienced the joy of conquest.
Feng Ye was hot-headed, fixed Yan Sikong's waist, pushed his cock forward fiercely, forced to break open the tight and hot tunnel, and accepted his invasion without resistance.
Yan Sikong let out a hoarse cry of pain, his legs were so weak that he almost fell down, but Feng Ye supported him again.
Feng Ye withdrew half of the thick and long meat blade, then leaned forward and stabbed it in. Like a wild beast released from a cage, he started the most primitive thrusting completely by his own mind.
"Ah... Feng... Ye... ah..." Yan Sikong moaned tremblingly, but the voice was as sweet as an aphrodisiac to Feng Ye's ears.
"Do you like it? Do you like it?" Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "What other wife do you marry? That woman can give you these? That woman can satisfy such a lustful body? Only me, only me!"
"no… "
The speed and strength of Feng Ye's waist and limbs make people's scalp tingle, the protruding cock is stained with bright body fluids, Yan Sikong's back hole is already wet, and the red meat hole is completely opened, every time It can swallow that unusually thick, hard and hot penis by its roots, and the sound of physical impact resounds in every corner of the room.
"You are mine, Yan Sikong, you are mine!" Feng Ye ruthlessly moved in and out of this body that he was obsessed with. Before the two reunited, he did not know that there was something more intoxicating than the battlefield in the world. Things, even if this person is not as beautiful as he imagined, even vicious, selfish, and greedy for profit, but he still has the way.
"My... my..." Every time Feng Ye pushed fiercely deep into his intestines, he would meditate on his own ownership. He wanted Yan Sikong to always remember everything he had done to him in the midst of this crazy lust. , whether it is pain or joy.
"Woo... Feng Ye... ah... slow... slow down..." Yan Sikong collapsed, crying and begging for mercy, the extreme pleasure climbing from the back acupuncture point has burned all over his body, burned his consciousness, his mind went blank, Just pleading indiscriminately, hoping to be freed from it.
But that cry only got more frenzied manipulation.
Gradually, Yan Sikong felt a kind of confused sobriety in his unconsciousness. It was as if the thick mist in front of him broke open in an instant, and all the turbidity disappeared. Only the two overlapping bodies made him feel himself. In the seemingly endless sinking, he felt Feng Ye's strength more clearly. All, those red eyes, that fiery body, that heavy breath, that hot genitals, and that silent roar of anger and sadness.
He thought, if he and Feng Ye fell into the abyss like this, it would be a good ending.