Yonglan

The moon-white brocade quilt embroidered with worry-free flowers was unfolded, and Yu Wenyong hugged Gao Changgong and lay down in it. The sound of the two breathing one after another gently echoed in the room.

Gao Changgong leaned back against him, clearly feeling the generosity and warmth of the chest behind him, and the confinement around his waist was steady and powerful and could not be refused.Yu Wenyong has always been strong and domineering. Of course, Gao Changgong never gave him face, but this time he is rare and docile.

Hugged in Wenxiang's soft jade, who doesn't care about it, Gao Changgong naturally noticed Yu Wenyong's change, he moved his body uncomfortably, and a chuckle came from behind, "Why, are you scared?"

Gao Changgong didn't move, and said in a cold voice, "Is Da Sikong telling a joke?"

Such a tone can be called calm and unwavering, but Yu Wenyong heard a little bit of anger, so he became more presumptuous, turned around and bullied Gao Changgong, and looked at his soft face with no expression, but this did not hinder him. accuse.

"Although I don't look very serious, I can't be more serious to Chang Gong. How can you mistake the truth for a joke?"

The moment Yu Wenyong bullied him, Gao Changgong's face froze, and his feeling became more obvious.

This bastard!

Gao Changgong raised his eyes, looking at him with infinite amorous feelings, "Do you want to make a move?"

It was such a direct threat, but it was so natural. Yu Wenyong felt an evil fire in his heart, and raised the corners of his lips, "Why did you do it?" Then he lowered his head and stared at him, bewitching in a low voice, "You can't live without a good night, Is Chang Gong right?"

Seeing Gao Changgong stunned, Yu Wenyong smiled and turned over, without waiting for his reply, or he didn't need this reply.He just didn't want to think of this night of separation in the long, distant years after that, it would be heavy.

"You're right." Gao Changgong turned sideways, reached under Yu Wenyong with one hand, and held the guy who was burning with desire. The palm of his hand felt hot and hot, and a strange feeling invaded his heart. blushing.

The unexpected movement really pleased Yu Wenyong's body, and at the same time made him sullen. He grabbed Gao Changgong's hand angrily, stood up and looked at him, his gaze was sharp and compelling, "What are you doing!"

Chong Ji's strength seemed to crush his wrist bones, but Gao Changgong didn't seem to feel it, his eyes were calm, and he faintly comforted, "Do what we should do."

But Yu Wenyong asked, "If you fulfill my wish, will it be regarded as compensation?"

In Yu Wenyong's eyes, Gao Changgong is the best in the world, and he doesn't want to be disappointed.

It is reasonable to know that he would misunderstand, but Gao Changgong couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by his unscrupulous words. He turned his head away and wrote lightly, "If your wish is fulfilled, isn't my wish fulfilled?"

Although he is not good at this way, he is not pure-hearted and ascetic.

Hearing this, Yu Wenyong immediately patted his head annoyed.

Tell you to think too much!

"Chang Gong!" He shouted excitedly.

Gao Changgong turned his head, pulled away the hand that was pinched on his wrist, and said in a low voice, "I thought it would be a matter of course, but Da Sikong didn't think so."

Yu Wenyong was speechless.

Tell you to think too much!

With a glance over, he realized that Gao Changgong's wrist had been pinched with a red mark, which was very dazzling against his jade-white skin, but he didn't say a word.

Feeling distressed and self-blaming together, Yu Wenyong gently rubbed his wrist, Gao Changgong withdrew his hand and said, "No problem." He is not an ordinary person, and this strength is nothing.

"I lost the importance, why don't you pinch it back?"

"How about you pinch it back for me?"

Yu Wenyong pondered, "Let's hurry up and do what we need to do."

The topic changed back, Gao Changgong's cheeks were slightly red, and Yu Wenyong was even more happy when he saw it, and his slender fingers peeled off his clothes neatly...

The cold wind blows the branches and the night rain patters, and the bright candles flicker with light.

What can't be concealed is that the crimson color is full of spring scenery.

Clouds and rains in Wushan, do what they want.

……

Yu Wenyong left, Zhaoyu continued to wash away the soil, and also washed away his footprints.

There is no trace when it comes, and there is no trace when it goes.

When the rain falls, the marks disappear.

He is still the Lanling King.

He is still the big Sikong.

No one knows.

no difference.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong with you?"

For several days in a row, Yu Wenyong looked devastated, completely no longer in high spirits like before, Yu Wenyu couldn't help asking worriedly.

As soon as Yu Wenyong raised his hand, he smiled forcedly without knowing it, "I'm fine, brother, don't worry about it."

Ashina, who was sitting next to Yu Wenyu, suddenly smiled, "Da Sikong also had a day when he was troubled by love. Everyone said that it is hardest to bear the grace of a beauty, let alone a stunning beauty like King Lanling."

Yu Wenyong glanced over, "Troubleshooting?"

The sword was on the verge of breaking out, and the smoke was about to rise, Yu Wenyu immediately stopped him, "Fourth brother, calm down, calm down."

Yu Wenyong said, "She provoked me and became more and more courageous. Brother Huang, don't you care?"

Ashina laughed even more presumptuously, "Don't worry about it, your majesty, the most you can do is make a move."

"..." Why is the daughter-in-law and younger brother both masters of the rivers and lakes!

He knew about the hidden martial arts of the fourth brother, but he discovered Ashina's martial arts by accident. Ashina didn't hide it intentionally, and Yu Wenyu would not deliberately ask.

They are husband and wife.

That can't be done!So he looked at Yu Wenyong and said, "Fourth brother, do you want to fight your sister-in-law?"

After Yu Wenyu said that, Ashina naturally wanted to give face to her husband, and the look in Yu Wenyong's eyes was pure and innocent, "Fourth brother, do you want to fight with the emperor's wife?"

"..."

Yuwen Yongmo, what else can he say.

Ashina stopped making trouble, cleared his throat and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go first, you guys talk about business."

Yu Wenyong pointed to the direction Ashina left and said, "Brother Huang, are you just spoiling her like this?"

"I can't beat her." So I can only get used to it.

"..." What you said makes sense.

"Fourth brother, you have always been modest. As an older brother, I don't care about the matter between you and King Lanling. This is your choice."

"I know." Yu Wenyong nodded, and asked again, "What has Yu Wenhu done recently?"

"There is no movement." Speaking of Yu Wenhu, Yu Wenyu looked solemn, "It is the absence of movement that worries me even more."

"He has lost all face this time, why is there no movement..." Yu Wenyong murmured.

What is this old fox doing.

Peach blossoms in March, the scenery is just right.

In Da Sikong Mansion, Yu Wenyong's long hair hung straight down like ink, let the wind blowing over the willows mess up the hair, his deep pupils couldn't reflect everything in a trance, and his slender fingers plucked the slender strings.

The sound of the zither is gentle and melodious, as if the person playing the qin is also in such a bright mood and open-minded.

"Ah Yong..." He called out softly, full of affection.

"It's you." Yu Wenyong sighed.

Yan Wan stepped forward and said, "Ah Yong, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Wenyong smiled, "How did you see that Sikong is hurting himself?"

"This... Maybe Wan'er misunderstood." Yan Wan paused, "I heard that Ah Yong hasn't been to the backyard for a long time, but she still misses her younger sister?"

Yu Wenyong's expression turned serious, and he said sharply, "What's the matter with the Da Sikong Mansion?"