[Quick Transmigration] It is said that someone is chasing me?

"Emperor, did you go out of the palace today?" De Fei asked sharply as she picked up a grape with her slender and slippery fingers and put it into her mouth with no trace of age.

Knowing that his mother and concubine didn't want to see him indulge in unimportant things without doing business, the eighth prince immediately bowed his hands respectfully and said: "Return to mother and concubine, my son met my little brother at the lantern festival today."

"Qin Sihe?" Concubine De was surprised, "Why doesn't he take good care of his tuberculosis body and run around all day long?"

After a moment's pause, she said again: "That's fine, we'll have to worry less since this person is gone long ago. Huang'er, it's just you and me here, so I'll tell you about this, I know Huang'er has ambitions." Well, mother and concubine are not looking forward to every day that you can sit on the position of the ninety-five lord, so that you and I can have a good life. Although Qin Sihe is particularly favored and has outstanding talents and looks, but in the end It won't last long, you just need to let him go, you don't need to do anything, and don't make any more tricks."

At the end, she added another sentence: "A short life will never hinder your future."

The eighth prince bowed, just to cover the flashing light in his eyes: "I will remember the words of my mother and concubine."

Erchen just sprinkled some incense on his cuffs, mixed with the medicine he often drinks, it will become a strong aphrodisiac.It is said that he is currently living in a monastery to take care of his body. Once the effects of the medicine recur, this person will be thrown to a Buddhist holy place.

If you think about it this way, how can you teach people to be unhappy.

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Seeing that the little prince was shedding tears, he put his hands together and recited: "Amitabha, sin." Then he sat on the side of the bed and gently wiped the tears away from the little prince's face.

"Don't cry."

The little prince could not restrain his sobs, Xingyuan's eyes were full of mist, the corners of his eyes were rosy, and his cheeks were flushed.

Liao Wu's long and slender knuckles, which were twisting Buddhist beads and knocking wooden fish, touched his face lightly, wiped away the tears on his face, stroked his reddened eyes, and repeated in a low voice, "Don't cry anymore."

At this time, he finally lost that worldly feeling, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

"You... you... hiccup..."

The little prince cried too much, he held back for a long time without saying a word, instead he sobbed and hiccupped, tears fell from the corners of his eyes again, which was extremely pitiful.

Seeing nothing, she lowered her head and hugged him to sit on the bed, wrapping her arms around him, stroking his back gently.

"I'm asking if you have a friend. I just want to find out who drugged you." Liao Wu explained calmly.

The little prince buried his head in Wudao's arms, choked up for a moment, then blushed, raised his head and looked at Wudao with wet eyes: "What... hiccup... is it related?"

Liao Wu continued to caress his back, and said slowly: "I was feeling your pulse just now, the love potion in your body is a kind of dark fragrance mixed with the medicinal soup you usually drink, the person who prescribes the drug must be someone who is familiar, Know the ingredients of the medicinal materials in your medicinal soup."

Calculating carefully, this is the first time that Liaowu said such a long word, but the little prince couldn't listen to it at all.Originally because of grief, Xiao Wang seemed to have forgotten that he had the love potion in his body, but now after a while, the potency of the potion became stronger.

Not long after, the little prince's eyes were dimmed, he clinged to the shoulderless back, and kept rubbing against him.

"Zichang...Zichang..." The little prince couldn't help murmuring, moaning as low as a mosquito, even his chest was pink, and he was so emotional that he lay down on Chestless, rubbing his delicate face, Said, "Zichang... want me..."

Knowing nothing about this, he closed his eyes, embraced the young prince with one hand, placed his palm on his chest, said "Amitabha", and then opened his eyes, the clarity and insight in his eyes had been replaced by the surging darkness.

"You don't have to worry about me." Liao Wu also wrapped his other hand around him and said.

"Hmm... what?" The little prince was deeply in lust, his thoughts were chaotic and fuzzy, he couldn't react for a long time, he was speechless, and could only hum in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

"I will accept the donor's person and heart."

The darkness in Liao Wu's eyes became darker, but his movements were still calm and restrained.The little prince's clothes were rubbed by himself so much that he couldn't hide anything, he couldn't see it, he pushed him back on the bed, got out of the bed, added another pot of charcoal fire, and then came back and took off the little prince's underwear .

The little prince was delirious, wrapped his arms around Wu's neck, and unconsciously offered up his thin lips, Wu stared at his lips for a moment, then lowered his head to suck them.

"Well……"

The feeling of passion spread all over the body, but the little prince did not feel any relief from the tightness of the lips. He squinted his moist eyes, tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip like a kitten. Let out a satisfied sigh.

Liao Wu escaped into Buddhism since he was a child, and knew nothing about love affairs. At this time, he let the little prince play with it and pondered it by himself.When the little prince wanted to withdraw the tip of his tongue, Lie Wu suddenly took the tip of his tongue in his mouth, licked and sucked the kisses, his movements were finally no longer calm, especially at the moment when he was holding the tip of the little prince's tongue, apart from cherishing and being careful, more A little uncontrollable.

Until the tip of the little prince's tongue was numb, he whimpered and patted Wu's chest, then Wu Wu stopped, his indifferent eyes looked at his red lips that were kissed for a moment, then he bent down to cover the little prince's thin lips again, Self-taught licking in his mouth.

Liao Wu was still wearing cassocks, which were pure and white, otherwise the little prince would be naked.Liaowu didn't know anything about this matter, the little prince found out about it after dawdling for a while, in a blur of emotions, he chuckled lightly, and led Wu's palm towards his back.

There was no fundus surging.

"Who gave you this matter." His tone was flat, and there seemed to be coercion in his words.

"This king... is different from Buddhist disciples like you... well... I have seen books and pictures." After being caressed by Wu's palm, the little prince blinked his moist eyes and said innocently, "If you don't Come, this king will find someone else..."

"No." Liao Wu said in a deep voice, lowered his head and sealed the little prince's lips again, when he sucked the kiss, he stretched out his palm to that place.

"Easy... Take it easy... Mmm..."

Urged by the nature of the medicine, the little prince accepted Wu without any difficulty.

"It hurts?"

"Move... move..."

Submerged in the tide of emotion.

Later, Liaowu became more and more uncontrollable, with dark eyes, uncontrollably burying himself in the little prince's body, imprisoning his waist, and constantly sucking and kissing his fair and clean body.The little prince's medicine has been cured, and he really can't bear it, he clung to his shoulder and shook his head, "Enough...don't want..."

Liao Wu frowned, knowing that he should stop, but still couldn't hold back and penetrated him, thrusting himself into the tight and soft heat time and time again.

He leaned on the little prince and repeated softly: "I'm sorry."

The push-up action never stopped.

Amitabha.

sin.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time,

Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, save all suffering.

......"

——Liu Wu, your heart is moving.

--Is it.

——Liaowu, it was clearly you who moved his heart first.

——Yes, so what.

I still remember that in the spring of that year, when the flowers were clustered and the clear water flowed eastward, the exquisite boy who was only 15 years old looked back and smiled under the flower tree, his face was like a peach blossom, and his eyebrows were picturesque. And such a handsome monk."

The breeze comes slowly with fragrance, and I don't know whose heart has been moved.