Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Han Fengquan was stunned, staring at Lin Qi in a daze, not daring to move, even holding his breath, for fear that if he moved, the dreamlike scene in front of him would be shattered.

Lynch saw that he was stupid like a child, raised his hand and put his wet fingertips on the unfinished blush under his nose, wiped it gently with his thumb, and said softly, "Can't you bear it like this?"

The dripping touch and Lin Qi's gentle whisper brought Han Feng out of his dream. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Lin Qi's hand. It was hot, moist and soft after being soaked in hot water, and Han Feng bowed his head. He kissed Lynch's hand superficially, and then gave Lynch a quick look, like a thief stalking him.

Lynch just laughed, softly almost indulgent.

Han Feng lowered his head and kissed Lynch's hand again, this time he kissed harder than last time, and made a soft skin touching sound.

Lynch still smiled, and the heat from the tub warmed his smile.

Han Feng was finally convinced that everything was not a dream, and the two were happy, and it was clear to the sun.

"Don't be dumb," Lynch said helplessly, "I'm going to wrinkle if I keep soaking."

Han Feng was still in a daze, returning to his soul, halfway back, following Lynch's words to look at Lynch's chest soaked in water, it was as white as snow.

The bathtub was very deep, Lynch sat in it, the water flowed over his chest, and the two points were diffused in the steaming water like a mist, a subtle pink that made people itch because they couldn't see clearly. intolerable.

Han Feng's nose hurts, and his lower body hurts even more.

He got up suddenly and ran out without a word.

Lynch was weak and couldn't make a sound. He looked at the door, thinking that Han Feng might want to calm down, when suddenly there was a "crash" sound outside, and the movement was not small.

"It's not good! Master Han threw himself into the lake——"

Lynch stood up abruptly, getting up so violently that he felt dizzy for a while, and almost lost his balance before falling. Fortunately, a servant came to deliver water and immediately supported him, "Young master, be careful!"

"Where's Han Feng?" Lynch gasped.

The servant said in a very calm tone: "Don't worry, my lord, Mr. Han has climbed up again."

There was a lotus pond not far from Lin Qi's bed. It was late autumn, and the remnants of the lotus were slightly curled up, yellow and green. The water was not the deepest, but the silt was very thick. It was easy for Han Feng to jump in, but the water only reached his heart. , climbed up and borrowed the hands of the servants of the Lin family. The servants didn't know what kind of quarrel Mr. Han had with his son, why they ran out so angry and jumped into the lake, they didn't dare to ask, they just supported Han Fengdao : "Master Han, how are you doing?"

The autumn water was icy cold, Han Feng's face was pale, his lips were purple, and he waved his hands lightly.

In the room, Lynch had already changed into a dry shirt and trousers with the help of his servants, and came out wearing a robe. He waved to the servant who was supporting Han Feng, and said anxiously, "Help Master Han in quickly."

The servant helped Han Feng in, and there was another wave of chaos.

The two grown-ups became sickly large patients. Lin Qi ordered someone to strip off Han Feng's inner and outer clothes, and asked them to wipe them randomly and stuff them into his bed. Lynch also had a fever and couldn't stand the cold, and After getting into the bed together, Lynch drove the servant out, turned around and got into Han Feng's trembling embrace, and hugged him with open arms.

"Han Feng, you..." Lin Qi couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't know what to say.

Han Feng said with a trembling voice, "I, I'm cold, calm down."

Lynch tilted his head, put his face on his broad shoulders, and said in his heart: Idiot.

The two hugged each other and slept in a sleepless night until midnight. Han Feng woke up again. He actually had a fever, and Lynch also had a fever. The two of them were entangled in the quilt, and it was so hot that it couldn't be controlled. It's a mess.

After Han Feng's eyesight adapted to the darkness, he could clearly see Lynch in the night, with his pink cheeks and bright red lips.

Han Feng was very hot, his body was hot, and his heart was also hot. He quietly pulled out his arm that was under Lin Qi's waist, and when he slowly sat up and wanted to get out of the bed, his thigh was suddenly grabbed.

Lynch who woke up looked up at him, and met Han Feng who lowered his head in the night.

There is also a third party.

Han Feng's brother.

The brothers were proud, the lake water swelled unstoppably in late autumn, and their heads and faces were purple, showing off their power abruptly in the quiet night.

Lynch glanced at it, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "Where are you going?"

Han Feng was speechless.

"Come back." Lynch moved his hand down and pulled Han Feng's ankle.

Han Fengren was half-crisp, without struggling, and shrank back into the bed naked again.

The two of them were very close to each other, and Han Feng could feel Lynch's breath, which was a little too warm, and he said embarrassingly, "I, I wake up at night..."

Lin Qi stretched out his hand and found Han Feng's strong arm under the quilt. He pulled his arm and used his strength. He slid forward and touched Han Feng's mouth accurately with his lips.

Han Feng was dumbfounded again.

Lin Qi closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, gently licking Han Feng's tightly closed lips.

Han Fengren shuddered, then closed his eyes suddenly, and opened his mouth to suck Lynch's lips.

A hot kiss was as sticky as honey in the night and melted the two Yu Langjun.

The fiery kiss made the two more entangled, Han Feng's brother suddenly fell into a pair of silky and warm hands, he let go of Lynch suddenly, and shouted: "Zifei——"

Lynch lowered his head and squeezed it gently, "Don't take medicine, don't get needles, you have me."

Han Feng's face was flushed red, wondering if Lynch could see it in the night, no, Lynch lowered his head, he couldn't see... Han Feng's willpower immediately collapsed, and he never talked to Lynch What willpower, he put his arms around Lynch's neck, lowered his head and kissed Lynch's face, neck and fragrant hair indiscriminately.

He is like a beast that has lost its mind, and the only rein is tied in Lynch's hands. If you want him to live, you can live, if you want him to die, you can die.

Lynch was also a little agitated, and raised his head to find Han Feng's lips again, kissing one place forcefully, the tip of his nose pressed against the tip of his nose, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

In the overheated bed, Han Feng's mind became corroded and sluggish. He suddenly put the sole of his foot on Lynch's ankle trousers, rubbed it hard, and the satin trousers poured down like a stream of water.

The warm, sweaty flesh of the two stuck together, and they groaned almost at the same time.

The brothers are extremely jealous when they meet, you fight each other and beat each other up and down, your hands are also wrapped together, sticky and silky, the outside of the quilt is a quiet night, and the inside of the quilt is another small world, sweet and warm, It is the indulgence between two people who share the same mind.

Han Feng hugged Lynch tightly, shook like a pause, then relaxed, his chin rested on Lynch's shoulder, and he let out a long breath, still panting in his throat, the breath was deep and magnetic, and Lynch was in the aftertaste. He also trembled, and raised his hand to gently stroke Han Feng's back.

In the silent caress, the two suddenly kissed one place naturally and hotly.

After hanging around in the middle of the night, Han Feng finally got out of the fire that he had been holding back all this time. He was refreshed, all his illnesses disappeared, and his mind became clear. Just like a man and a woman, when you get married, you don't live in love.

Sunlight came in from under the window, and Han Feng put his arm around Lin Qi, stroking his long hair, and said in a low voice, "Zi Fei, from now on... we'll just be hair knots..." He tried his best to restrain himself Watching my tension.

"Yes." Lynch quickly agreed.

Han Feng took a deep breath and exhaled it very slowly, so as not to yell in the quiet room on the spot.

Han Feng lowered his head, his eyes fell on Lin Qi's smooth forehead, hesitantly, he lowered his head and kissed, "I'm not a follower of Meng Lang."

Lynch lazily said: "Needless to say, I know everything."

Han Feng heaved a sigh of relief, hugged Lynch happily and kissed him twice on the face.

Lin Qi closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips and said, "Take a bath today, and rest for a while."

Han Feng's voice was as soft as a kitten's, "Okay."

It is quiet here, but the dark tide is surging outside.

Among Yan Fuzhao's cronies, Zhang Fengxi's death became like a stone falling on a calm lake, and each stone stirred up thousands of waves.

Everyone didn't say anything on the surface, but in their hearts they all thought it was Yan Fuzhao who sent someone to kill them. For a while, everyone was in danger, for fear that they would be abandoned by Yan Fuzhao if they committed a crime.

A few timid ones offered to resign, and they died unexplained not far from the Yan Mansion.

Such harsh measures made the cronies attached to Yan Fuzhao suddenly wake up: Yes, this is Yan Fuzhao who 'dead in peace'. After a long time in peace, they almost forgot that Yan Fuzhao is an out-and-out cruel official birth.

Yan Fuzhao got really angry.

The queen mother was too deceitful, she put Han Feng in the Ministry of Justice, he endured it, Han Feng arrested Zhang Fengxi, he also endured it, assassinating Zhang Fengxi and planting it on his head was so vicious that he couldn't bear it.

Women are short-sighted, if you insist on provoking, don't blame him for turning his face and denying others.

After the Zhang Fengxi case is over, it will be the Empress Dowager's Thousand Autumn Festival.

For several years, the Empress Dowager has secretly controlled the government. Compared with the Emperor's Longevity, the Empress Dowager's Qianqiu Festival is more grand. All court officials are present. outside the door.

Lin Qi and Han Feng are from the fifth rank, in the middle.

At the birthday banquet, the two people were seated at the same place. Before the birthday banquet started, all the officials stood still, looking up at the front, waiting for the voice of the servant.

Han Feng stood in front of Lynch, dressed in an official uniform, standing out from the crowd. Lin Qi smiled and looked at his distinct side face, thinking that no matter how many times he saw him being stupid, Han Feng's treacherous temperament could still stop him with a sudden blow. The oppressive Jun.

Just as Lin Qi was thinking, Han Feng suddenly turned his head, his indifferent face rejuvenated instantly, and smiled slightly at Lin Qi, he didn't smile too much, as the spring breeze swept across Lin Qi's heart, Lin Qi suddenly felt itchy, Quietly stretched out his left arm, and quickly reached out to scratch Han Feng's palm.

The official robes were loose, and everyone's attention was not on them. Only two of them knew about this secret moment. Han Feng stared at him, with a knife in his eyes, a gentle knife, and lightly scraped Lynch's face, full of deep meaning. .

——"Scatter!"

——"Scatter!"

——"Scatter!"

The sharp whistling sound of the servants at the front came, and the officials from the front and back turned around and talked with each other in surprise, the vermilion official uniforms were overwhelming.

Han Feng listened intently, but couldn't hear anything, the officials were about to leave, Han Feng hurriedly turned around and stood with Lin Qi, they didn't hold hands, but their arms were slightly bent, tightly clasped together.

"What happened?" Lynch frowned and whispered.

Han Fengdao: "It should be a big event, otherwise we won't be called out."

Lynch glanced back. The palace was so deep that he didn't know the scene inside. It was a place that only those with higher power could enter.

The day after the birthday banquet, everyone knew why the Empress Dowager's Qianqiu Festival was called off.

The servant of the Ministry of War, the cousin of the Queen Mother, died of drinking at a banquet.

"Yan Fuzhao..." The Queen Mother clenched the ink brush in her hand and trembled, her face was so cold that there was no expression on her face, "You don't want to make a face for me like this..."

Wang Xuanzhen who was standing at the side took out the vermilion pen in her hand, gently put it aside, and said softly: "Sister, he is so arrogant, if you don't kill him, how long will you let him go?"

The queen dowager bent slightly and kept her writing posture still. It took a long time to turn her face to look at Wang Xuanzhen. The bloody amber fell on her porcelain white cheeks, which turned red and dazzled her eyes. She suddenly smiled, "Xuanzhen, you It seems like I haven't called my sister for a long time."