Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lynch slapped himself in the face an hour later.

Han Feng's brother had coveted Lynch long ago, and after a skin-to-skin kiss with Lynch, a deeper desire was buried in his heart after quenching his thirst for a short time.

How many times he passed through the door but didn't enter, tried to slip past, the claustrophobia was tight, it was not a place where his brother could find out.

"Stop..." There was a trace of patience in Lynch's tone, like crying, "I can't take it anymore."

Han Fengmo knocked on the narrow door with both hands and mouth in the bed, and the brothers went in and then scrambled up and down, using all their strength. I am so happy that I can't help myself, how can I return home halfway.

"Zifei, bear it any longer." Han Feng's entire face was pressed against Lin Qi's face, breathing heavily, and his hands didn't know where to touch them, but they were all sweaty, slippery and soft anyway, and the sticky sweat seemed to have suction Like sticking his hand to Lynch's smooth skin, Han Feng really didn't feel uncomfortable at all from top to bottom.

Lynch is also cool, but too cool.

On the surface, Han Feng looks gentle and gentle, but his brother is a colossus, with a big temper, fierce and fierce, but Lynch's sensitive part of his body was born in a secluded place just right.

Every time Han Feng's brother pushed hard, Lynch trembled convulsively. It was already the limit for him not to shed tears. If he continued, he would definitely lose his face.

Lynch was still crying. When he cried, Han Feng's brother seemed to be more excited. Han Feng hugged Lynch tightly in his arms, kissed the back of his neck hard, and gasped uncontrollably in his throat.

This is a boundless dream, Han Feng only made it happen once in two lives.

Lynch's neck became hot, he was immersed in the great joy Han Feng gave him, and he didn't realize it. After Han Feng suddenly pressed him into his chest and let out a dull long sigh, he was also half-conscious, and after a burst of intense breathing , Touching Han Feng's face back, he touched the water in the palm of his hand. At first he thought it was sweat, but later he realized something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he realized that Han Feng was also crying all over his face.

"Han Feng..." Lynch panicked with tears, "What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"

He was a little scared when he recalled Han Feng's waist full of needles.

Han Feng blinked, his short and dense eyelashes flickered heavily, "My heart hurts."

The distressed Han Feng desperately needed Lynch's comfort, so he covered himself with a quilt again, and Hu Tianhei threw himself into Lynch's warm body without hesitation.

Lynch was crushed and chewed by him, and once again regretted saying that kind of big talk.

He couldn't stand it.

One night passed, Han Feng was full of energy, his eyes were shining brightly, and he kissed every piece of good flesh on Lynch devoutly. Lynch could no longer move, his whole body was numb and paralyzed. He squinted his eyes and just wanted to sleep. Under Han Feng's happy kiss, he fell asleep again.

After he fell asleep, Han Feng was still full of emotions and couldn't vent his emotions. In the end, he found a pair of scissors, followed the example of ordinary couples, and quietly cut his and Lynch's hair together.

Formed as husband and wife, love and affection remain unchanged.

Han Feng lowered his head and kissed the hair of the two clumps together, and glanced at Lynch's sleeping side face, feeling at peace in his heart, a never-before-seen peace descended in his heart, and a sense of wonder spontaneously emerged in his heart. The emotion of "satisfaction" - no matter how much power you have, you can't get it.

Lin Qi said that he could only get out of bed after three days of illness, Han Feng was very busy, and confessed to Lin Qi that the Queen Mother ordered him to thoroughly investigate the palace banquet, and he must bring down Yan Fuzhao.

"You go," Lynch looked sullen, "I'm fine."

Han Feng kissed him on the face, and tucked him in the blanket, "Just rest, the Ministry of Criminal Justice has me."

"Well," Lynch looked at Han Feng softly, "Reserve three points in doing things, not only for others, but also for yourself."

Hearing this kind of thoughtful and considerate words, Han Feng felt so comfortable, he wanted to turn into a ball of honey, sweet and soft, sticking to Lynch's face, satisfied, he really has everything now, just want to Keep the sweetness and tranquility of this moment forever.

After a few more days, Lynch was finally able to move freely. When he returned to the Ministry of Punishments, he realized that the Ministry of Punishments had taken on a completely new look. Han Feng was promoted several levels in a row. It's staggering.

After Han Feng took office, focusing on the palace banquet, he launched a campaign against Yan Fuzhao's officials.

The queen mother has never let go of the power she held in her hands for many years. After the death of the first emperor, she served as the empress and supported the young emperor at that time. Together with Yan Fuzhao, she firmly grasped the power in the palm of her hand. The emperor died suddenly of a serious illness, and the queen mother once again helped the young king of Han to ascend the throne.

After the death of the first emperor, although the Queen Mother hid behind the throne as a woman, her figure never left the court for a moment.

Now, this person is Han Feng.

Han Fengyou's rebirth and the male protagonist's halo double buff, and he resolutely attacked Yan Fuzhao's cronies. He was too clear about what Yan Fuzhao's subordinates committed. It can also avoid the mines stepped on by many previous lives.

In just a few months, the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice was almost overwhelmed.

Even above the court hall, there was a lot of noise, and the sky was full of smog.

Han Feng stood in the court hall, letting Yan Fuzhao attack and abuse, and the queen mother was sitting behind the emperor, who could do anything?

The two sides were clearly divided, and the situation was like fire and water, one after another came out to intervene with each other, Yan Fuzhao kept a sullen face, and separated from Han Feng, neither of them said a word.

When the court was gone, Han Feng retreated under the embrace of others. He glanced at Lin Qi's thin figure from a distance. Lin Qi looked back in the vermilion, and accurately caught Han Feng's following gaze, and blinked slightly. .

Han Feng's heart became hot, and he almost couldn't help showing a smile. Now that the court is at a fever pitch, he can't get too close to Lin Qi. The two of them are secretly avoiding the eyes and ears. At this time, they can only stay away. Looking at it from a distance, but in the heart is the same heart.

"Master Han."

Han Feng stood firm and turned around slowly.

Yan Fuzhao's face was not far away, neither yin nor yang, neither hot nor cold, "Can I have a cup of tea as a favor?"