[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The teeth crushed the lips, and the bright red blood swam like rouge.

Lian He leaned over and shackled Zhao Yan's wrists, stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick off the blood.

His mouth has the unique flavor of a grassland man, fiercely plundering and invading, forcing the people under him to open the door to him.

Zhao Yan's forehead was drenched, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears. The spirits chewed his mind to pieces.

The young man who conquered him turned into a phantom, licking every corner of his lips and teeth with strange and tyrannical force, so that he couldn't even utter a low whine.

Zhao Yan is like a lone leaf broken in the wind, and there are beautiful red marks on her snow-white wrists that are shackled.

Lian He's kiss moved from the bottom of his lips to his neck, his voice was hoarse, "I really want to take you back to the grassland, so hard that you can't walk every day."

Lian He laughed, and the dim light shone into his emerald green eyes, and there was lust surging like a tide in his eyes.

The handsome young man of the foreign race was taller and stronger than the men in the Central Plains, and the frail Zhao Yan was embraced by him with no room for struggle.

The torn hem of the shirt was shredded, barely covering the thin waist and pale legs.

Even the strands of the hair of the people on the slope smell fragrant. It used to be a light medicinal fragrance, but now it is a heavy wine fragrance.

Lian He's hand held his ankle, leaving a circle of black and blue without any force.

Zhao Yan was panting uncomfortably in his arms, kicking her feet trying to break free.

Lian He seemed to be teasing something in his palm, always pulling him back under his body when he was about to succeed.

Zhao Yan's hand fell on the curtain, Lian Hela did not let go of his hand when he went back.

The delicate gauze curtain on the bed was torn, and Lian He tied his wrists with the torn gauze curtain.

Flying shards of yarn were scattered on the messy black hair.

The bluish-purple hickey marks on the lower collarbone and lower back covered by the black hair are looming.

When resisted by the scorching desire, Zhao Yan's whole body trembled violently, and the pupils of her eyes seemed a little clearer than before.

A pitch-black token landed beside the pillow while being torn apart.

Zhao Yan reached out and grasped the token tightly, and quietly hid the token under the pillow.

Before she had time to cover up more, Lian He pulled her legs on her shoulders, Zhao Yan closed her eyes, and her mind was full of red blood.

There was a human voice in the corridor, someone knocked on the door and said something hastily in nonsense.

Lian He stared at Zhao Yan with green pupils, as if the fire in his eyes was about to spread to the bed.

On the bed, Zhao Yan's clothes were disheveled with sweat, her cheeks were flushed, and there were blue hickey marks all over her neck.

The torn clothes are unbearable, breathing weakly, the lips stained with blood are swollen and gaudy, like having sex with a man in the wild.

Lian He stared fiercely at Zhao Yan, and bit his teeth hard on the thin white neck, as if trying to tear his throat.

Zhao Yan's throat was not shredded.

Lian He tidied up his clothes and hurriedly left with the person who knocked on the door.

Lian He felt more oppressive to Zhao Yan than others.

With trembling hands, Zhao Yan took out the black token from under the pillow, and saw the totem of the black eagle and twisted and weird symbols engraved on the token.

That should be the text of the Turkic people.

Zhao Yan's slender fingers stroked the black eagle on the token carefully, and saw the word "Dan" engraved in Chinese characters on the back of the black eagle.

Zhao Yan thought of some rumors about the Turkic Khan King Helian Dan.

The grandmother of the Turkic Khan was a Han woman who was robbed.

According to the rules on the prairie, only the son of the concubine is eligible to inherit the Khan throne.The old Turkic Khan had two concubines.

One is the daughter of the tribal leader, who gave birth to two sons, Helianchi and Helianmu, for the old Khan.

One is the mother of Helian Dan, who is of Han Chinese descent.

Helian Dan missed the position of Khan due to his improper blood, and the position of Khan fell to his elder brother Helianchi.

Helian Chikong has a strong body but not enough brains. Less than a year in office, Heliandan set off a bloody storm in the grassland, beheaded Helianchi's head and threw it into the wolves.

The wolves gnawed He Lianchi's head, leaving only white bones covered with tooth marks.Since then, the Turkic Grassland has only obeyed Helian Dan's orders.

Helian Dan is the most ferocious jackal on the grassland. The army nourishes prostitutes and cooks people to eat.

He once aggressively annexed nomadic tribes and killed tens of thousands of foreign prisoners of war. Wherever the iron hooves went, the bones piled up into mountains.

Zhao Yan's hand clenched the pitch-black token.

He wants to kill Lian He.

No, he was going to kill Helen Dan.