Infrastructure Throne

Pearl City, the City Hall of the Lord's Mansion.

Pearl City dominates the Northland all the year round, and has never paid much attention to small cities of the size of Beiji City and Nanji City.Abyss City is the same.

But since the other party's city lord came to visit in person, Pearl City must receive them according to etiquette.

The elderly old city lord of Pearl City sits high on the golden lacquered throne, and the jade steps are paved with red carpets, extending from the old city lord's feet all the way to the crowd sitting or standing below.

The city lords of Beiji City and Nanji City, as well as several prominent nobles, all attended the scene, denouncing Yuanliu City's bad behavior of oppressing farmers, occupying fertile land, and expanding abroad to the old city lord.

As a result, the two small cities that suffered from "oppression" lost their population and land in vain, and the manors in the suburbs were left unattended, and they were about to miss the spring sowing.

Do you want these decent nobles to do the dirty farm work in person?

The nobles in the small town were filled with righteous indignation, but most of the nobles in Pearl City were just watching a joke. As for external expansion?

Just relying on Yuanliu City?

There were sporadic laughter from the noble seats.

The old city lord pursed his lips and looked at Lott: "What's your suggestion?"

Lott had been waiting for this day for a long time, and got up immediately:

"Father, this Yuanliu City has opened a shop on our most prosperous Mingzhu Avenue, called Yuanliu Ginza, and it is making a lot of money every day, causing some of our local merchants to be squeezed to the point of bankruptcy."

"If this continues, Yuanliu City will only become more arrogant and lawless. I suggest that it is better to seal it first!"

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The moonlight is quiet, flowing gently on the window lattice, extending from the slits of the curtains, and drawing a silver line on the dark red wool carpet.

Two kerosene lamps were lit by the bedside, and the knob was adjusted to the darker side. The warm yellow light shone through the clear glass cover, illuminating the corner of the bedroom.

Yan Zui lay on his back on the bed, with his hands resting on the pillow, his long hair spread out like silk, his wrists and ankles were protected by a circle of cotton wool pads, all of which were firmly put on a chain, and the other end was fixed to the decorative carved iron at the head and foot of the bed. on the railing.

Shen Qingze sat on the other half of the double bed, with a soft pillow on his back, a copy of "Northern Customs History" was placed on his bent knees, and he was flipping through it, it was compiled by the new teacher Zhao Li.

The bedroom was very quiet, only the long breathing of the two of them was vaguely heard, and the regular sound of pages turning.

After reading another page, Shen Qingze finally couldn't help looking away: "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Yan Zuizheng stared at him boredly, hearing this, pouted slowly, and exhaled at him, the weak air flow gently brushed Shen Qingze's temple bangs, scratching the other side's eyes.

Yan Zui curled a bunch of hair around his fingers, and said slowly: "I can't see clearly, why don't you get closer and let me have a look."

Shen Qingze pursed her lips, and decisively looked away: holding the book again, she did not forget to say: "Turn your head back."

Yan Zui answered quickly: "This city lord refuses."

Shen Qingze: "..."

On the bedside table is a clock presented by a craftsman from the research and development department, which can display the time more accurately. After a period of use, the clock must be manually tightened, otherwise the clock will stop.

There are only two such simple wind-up clocks, dedicated to the city lord and the priest respectively, and there is still a long way to go before mass production.

Shen Qingze glanced at the clock, it was already eleven o'clock.

Yan Zui, who was locked on the bed, was wearing single clothes and shorts, covered with a quilt, with two bare feet protruding from the quilt, and ten round toes pointing upwards, constantly doing stretching exercises.

Every lock of hair on his body, every finger exudes the breath of "I'm so bored".

Studying the subtle expressions on Shen Qingze's face has become his only entertainment right now.

Do you want to take away even this bit of fun?How unreasonable!

Shen Qingze pinched the center of her brows helplessly: "Can't you just close your eyes and sleep?"

Yan Zui blinked leisurely: "It's hard to share the bed with the chief priest. If that's the case, wouldn't the city lord be at a loss?"

Shen Qingze: "..."

There is nothing to do with him, Shen Qingze said "whatever you want", and read the book by himself.

Tired of playing with his toes, Yan Zui twisted his boneless body, the soles of his feet lightly rubbed against the bed sheet, rubbing in the direction of Shen Qingze little by little.

Seeing that the toes were about to rub against each other, there was a bang, and the chain sneered.

Yan Zui moved her big toe in despair, enough, no, enough!

Shen Qingze noticed his small movements of rubbing secretly, and felt a little amused, the words on the page were densely packed, and after reading a line three times, he couldn't read a single word.

He still looked like he was concentrating on reading, no matter how Yan Zui teased him, he would not budge.

Finally, Yan Zui gave up struggling, turned over and lay on his side, with his back facing Shen Qingze.

Shen Qingze raised his eyebrows in surprise, he won't be sullen, will he?

He hesitated and said, "Would you like some water?"

After waiting for a while, Yan Zui still didn't move, as quiet as the little wooden horse in the corner, Shen Qingze put the book aside, and moved closer: "My lord, are you asleep?"

Yan Zui gave a vague "hmm".

This doesn't look like him... Shen Qingze frowned slightly, grabbed the other person's shoulders, and wanted to push him away.

However, Yan Zui's brows were furrowed, a thin layer of sweat leaked from his smooth forehead, his lips moved, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Don't come near me..."

Shen Qingze's face suddenly changed: "Yan Zui? Has the curse struck?"

Yan Zui nodded incredulously, his eyes were tightly closed, his hands were clenched into fists, and the blue blood vessels on his neck were clearly visible.

The dark red between the eyebrows began to gather, and the Lingtai still stubbornly retained a trace of sanity, and was frantically competing with the power of the curse for the dominance of the body.

The chains binding his limbs kept clanging and clanging as he curled up and trembled.

The gradually boiling blood rushed in the blood vessels, flowing to the limbs and bones, Yan Zui's exposed skin began to turn red, his cheeks and the end of his eyes were flushed, when Shen Qingze touched his forehead, it was like a red shrimp in a steamer, it was very hot .

Shen Qingze quickly found cold water and a towel, and applied ice to him until the cold towel was warmed up, but it didn't help at all.

"Shen Qingze..." Yan Zui opened his eyes, and the anxious face of the other party fell into his eyes, leaving only a hazy shadow.

His breathing became short of breath, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were locked on the man's face all the time, as if looking at him could keep him awake and resist the drive of his body's instincts.

"I'm here, I'm here. It will pass soon, and it will be midnight soon, so bear with it..."

Shen Qingze hugged him tightly from behind, clasped his hands tightly, and kept talking in his ear, comforting him over and over again.

Just like Yan Zui did when he occasionally cursed in the past month, accompany him through the painful nights.

Except for the first attack, most of Yan Zui can rely on his own willpower to survive, the time is long or short, he is unwilling to be knocked out by Shen Qingze's palm, and prefers to stay in his arms like this, with his tenderness and tolerance Quenches the boiling fire in the body.

Time passed by, and for some reason, the power of the curse tonight was extraordinarily fierce. Perhaps it also sensed that it was about to lose its effect, and wished to release all the energy of the black flame at once, burning the host completely.

Shen Qingze only felt that the body in his arms was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was holding a ball of fire.

The fire blurred his vision, almost whispering his name.

Suddenly, Yan Zui's whole body froze, his pupils dilated suddenly, completely covered by blood, the lingering dark red almost overflowed his skin, turning into a lingering black flame.

He broke free from Shen Qingze's embrace, and threw himself on the other person subconsciously. The steel chains on his limbs stretched to the extreme, and there was a clanging sound, which almost bent the iron railings at the head and foot of the bed.

"Let me go!" Yan Zui fell back on the bed and struggled continuously. Even though his wrists and ankles were stuffed with anti-friction cotton wool pads, they were still rubbed red and congested.

It was less than 10 minutes before midnight.

"Yan Zui..." Shen Qingze's face sank like water, his hands clenched into fists, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, his heart sank, seeing Yan Zui being tormented by this, he had no other choice.

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After an unknown amount of time, the iron railing at the head and tail of the bed was finally overwhelmed, and was bent to the extreme under Yan Zui's terrifying force, and then broke with a snap!

Yan Zui, who had regained his freedom, deftly avoided Shen Qingze's restraint. The latter was subconsciously preparing to use the halo of resistance. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the opponent's back facing the window. This blow could directly throw him out of the window. building.

While Shen Qingze was hesitating, Yan Zui had already bullied him, firmly pressing him into the big bed, her hot lips couldn't wait to burn her, her breath was short of breath, like a hunting beast devouring its prey, or like an impatient lover Let go of your passion.

"Yan..."

The astonishing high temperature continued to press up, Shen Qingze felt as if he was about to burn, invisible flames burst out from his lips, throat, cheeks, hands and feet.

He is still tightly wrapped in the solemn emperor's sacrificial robe at this moment, the quality produced by the system is of high quality, Yan Zui can't tear it off for a while, just barely opened the lapel, and when he finds his neck, he wants to bite!

"Yan Zui!" Shen Qingze reprimanded in a hoarse voice.

Yan Zui paused, looked up at him, his eyes were red, and the tip of his scarlet tongue licked his lips, like a small animal that had stolen fish and was caught on the spot, guilty and wronged.

He suddenly relaxed his movements, no longer being as rude as before, and slowly and carefully covered the other's lips, rubbing them lightly.

As if to appease the dying prey, don't move, let him nibble obediently.

"Boom——" the long bell at midnight came from the big bell tower.

Shen Qingze was shocked, the purchase restriction in the system store was lifted!

He pushed away the opponent's face with one hand. With a flick of his cuff, the advanced healing potion fell into his palm. He bit open the cork and poured a few gulps into his mouth. When Yan Zui pounced on him again, he blocked it with force. his mouth.

The ice-cold potion was transferred into Yan Zui's mouth, and he swallowed it with the sliding of his Adam's apple. He squinted his eyes bewilderedly, his red lips were moist and moist, and he felt that it was sweet and cool and quenched his thirst. want more.

The potion was finished quickly, and even the water overflowing from the corners of his lips was licked off by Yan Zui one by one, the redness in his eyes faded slightly, his eyelashes shone slightly, his limbs became more tightly entangled, and he held Shen Qingze's mouth tightly. put.

With great difficulty, Shen Qingze opened the distance, he was still breathing, his voice was hoarse as if it had been roasted by fire: "Are you awake?"

Yan Zui smacked his lips in aftertaste: "No."

Shen Qingze: "..."

"It seems that the city lord is indeed still awake." With a dark face, he straightened the ripped skirt, then pulled the chain on the opponent's right hand, and put it on again with a click.

Yan Zui: "..."

Shen Qingze Shi Shiran sat up, straightened the open skirt and loose black hair for the other party very thoughtfully, tried the temperature of the forehead again, and said: "Your Excellency, you can slowly wake up, I won't bother you. "

After that, he was about to get out of bed and go back to his room.

"Wait." Yan Zui suddenly stopped him.

"What orders does the Lord City Master have?" Shen Qingze asked patiently while standing by the bed.

Yan Zui's expression was delicate, he hesitated to speak, and finally stretched out one leg slowly, raised it slightly, and pointed his toe somewhere.

Shen Qingze couldn't help but follow his line of sight and look down, then——

He cracked.

Yan Zui raised one brow and looked at him with a half-smile: "Hey..."