food color system

It is said that when people's instincts are just awakened, they will be more eager and urgent than usual.Especially tonight Zhuo Yichen was "replenishing", he just felt that his body was hotter than usual, and he was more eager to wrap around it.

Zhuo Yun seemed to be particularly obsessed with his brother's neck. Every time he reached the deepest point, he would stop for a short while, caressing and kissing the warm and soft neck greedily like a small animal, as if he was feeling the intense pulsation of the pulse there.The moist, hot and slippery tongue stroked over it inch by inch, and he still couldn't hold back his trembling Adam's apple, biting lightly with his teeth.

The soft, hot and moist inner wall seems to have its own will, tightly closed, it seems that no matter how much it is opened, it will not reach the limit, and the juice left inside is almost unreservedly contained.Only a little bit of juice is occasionally squeezed out during the impact, dripping on the brocade list.

It seems that Zhuo Yichen's waist, abdomen, back, and legs were sore and limp because his body was opened up too completely, and some places were getting sore and numb from being bumped, and he felt extremely full inside, as if his body wasn't even own.Although it is painful and tingling, but deeper down is a completely different taste of joy, which is magnified several times, making people reluctant to let go.

He held onto Zhuo Yun's back tightly, allowing himself to indulge in the feeling of belonging to each other. Unconsciously, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, dripping down to the pillow, and together with the warm sweat, a small piece of the pillow was wet.

Zhuo Yun kissed those teardrops away, and asked hoarsely on the side of his face, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Zhuo Yichen shook his head, hugged Zhuo Yun even harder, and groaned softly following his movements.Zhuo Yun knew that his elder brother didn't like to make too much noise and movement on this matter, his movements were always very slow and slow, not like a fierce and fierce madness, but a warm and profound neck-to-neck entanglement.

Until the middle of the night, the rapid panting gradually subsided, and the scorching heat in the inner room gradually dissipated.

Zhuo Yichen was always very comfortable and exhausted after the incident, turned over and nestled in Zhuo Yun's warm arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The night is clear, and the suburbs are quiet and tranquil. The air here is much cleaner than in other places. Through the slightly open windows, the fragrance of mint grass and orchids can be faintly wafted in. Combined with the warm and soft atmosphere in the room, it is quite refreshing. The personality is very relaxed and can forget all trivial matters.

A quiet and soft night is not easy to come by, it is very suitable for two intimate people to lie down together, but Zhuo Yun is not as sleepy as his brother, instead he becomes more awake, and in the haze, he hears the clock ringing of the temple in the distance .

There is nothing more at ease than this moment.

Zhuo Yun suddenly remembered the scene when he was canonized a few years ago. The civil servants, officials, four concubines and nine concubines were all lined up on both sides, praying in unison. car.The pennant of the Eastern Palace was already fluttering in the wind above the palace.A guard of honor of more than one hundred people marched to the main gate of the imperial city.Everyone in the palace, whether they resisted him or flattered him, bowed down under Chong Zhai's chariot.Amidst the thunderous sound of bells and drums, Prince Xinli passed through the main entrance through the Jinping barrier.Even at that moment of prosperity, he was never able to let go of his heart completely like now, and his thoughts were clear and peaceful.

His mother died young, and the emperor treated him more like a monarch and minister than a father and son.Other princes and princesses can be raised by their own mothers or adoptive mothers in their own palaces until they are 13 years old. Whether they are short or long, they always have a carefree childhood, but he is lonely and arrogant in the cold Sifan courtyard. Grow through the ground, and know the weather.No one dared to disrespect him, and no one dared to get close to him.

The emperor seemed to want him to be a lone minister. He didn't let any concubine lead him, didn't let any prince get close to him, let alone let the court ministers cling to the East Palace, and even the queen mother couldn't take a good look at this grandson.

On the day of canonization, the grand scene of thousands of people worshiping made him really understand one thing.Yes, the emperor planned to appoint him as the heir early in the morning, and it was precisely because of this that the Holy Majesty asked him to be a lonely minister, a real lonely minister.Only in this way can such status be controlled, instead of becoming a slave to power.

Zhuo Yun suddenly thought that the emperor might already know his feelings for Zhuo Yichen, even their relationship.Fortunately, Zhuo Yichen is an outsider, never involved in political affairs, court affairs, and his nature will definitely not fight openly and secretly for glory and power.If someone else was biased in terms of identity, status, circumstances, temperament, etc., I am afraid it would be difficult for them to be so lucky to be together, to accompany each other, and to be blessed.

Zhuo Yun smiled, lowered his head and kissed his elder brother's hair on the sideburns, he and his elder brother always seemed to be just right.

The candles in the room were all burned out, and Zhuo Yun finally felt sleepy.He just closed his eyes, but he caught a sound next to his ears. He opened his eyes immediately, and through a layer of door screen, he vaguely saw a figure flashing by.Zhuo Yun sat up lightly, waited for a while in the dark, and heard a few very light footsteps again.A few sticks of burning incense were held and poked in from under the crack of the door, and the faint smoke diffused into the room, which should be a drug that makes people sleepy.Zhuo Yun held his breath, and gently covered his brother's mouth and nose with his hand.

The people sent by the eldest prince followed from the palace all the way here, and they were divided into several groups to keep watch and ambush. It was really exhausting.Zhuo Yun frowned, got up quietly, picked up the sword on the table in one hand, and walked slowly to the door.

The group of people who were sent to murder thought that if they smoked with a few sticks of incense, the people inside would fall asleep. They thought they were done, and now they were unscrupulous, and there was more commotion outside than before.Zhuo Yun lowered his head and saw a thin stream of liquid coming in through the narrow crack of the door through the extremely dim light. He probed with his hand and found that it was viscous oil.Standing behind the door, he also heard a rustling sound, like a tree branch hitting the rough ground, making a harsh squeaking sound—they were moving firewood.

First drugged, then poured with oil, and then piled firewood around the house.

This is actually planning to burn them alive in this house!

Zhuo Yun's face turned serious, and he slowly took off the scabbard, the sharp blade that was cut like iron still showed a gloomy coldness in the dim light.

Xisuo's footsteps approached from far to near, and he circled to the door again. The assailant outside the door was holding a dagger tightly in his hand. He boldly and carefully pushed the door open a crack, "Squeak!" The sound is especially scary in the silence of the night.

The gap between the tightly closed door widened to half an inch wide, and a ferocious face outside the door slowly approached, and in this extremely narrow gap, a sword was stabbed straight to the throat.There was no time to make any sound, only the slight blunt sound of the sword piercing through the flesh.The assailant fell straight, with his withered head drooping on his neck, his eyes staring up in horror, blood poured out of his throat like a spring, mixing with those dirty oil stains...

Zhuo Yun closed the door tightly with his backhand, stepped over the corpse, and walked out quietly with the sword in his hand.

Although he didn't lead troops to the frontier battlefield, he had experienced and fought dozens of times in the large and small garrisons inside and outside the capital.He has led thousands of iron cavalry, tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and even a Jianpu battalion of tens of thousands of people. He has already honed his strength, blood and killing intent, and he doesn't pay attention to these people.

Immediately afterwards, a group of entourages in black hurried over on horseback, and they witnessed with their own eyes the merciless and ruthless side of their Highness.Zhuo Yun restrained the overwhelming anger and killing intent in his heart. If it was in the past, these malicious people would die in miserable conditions, and even implicate the nine clans.But this time Zhuo Yun didn't kill them.

The firewood for the malicious murder had already been scattered on the ground in a mess, igniting the last spark.The east wall was still scorched black, but fortunately the fire was extinguished in time, which did not cause serious trouble.And the ground was stained with blood, and lying there were criminals lingering on their last legs.Several assassins were about to flee when they saw this, and fled here and there, but were soon hit by the arrows of the followers, and fell down like a collapsed rock, wailing in despair.

The leader of the entourage jumped off his horse anxiously, and knelt down on one knee, "The escort of the humble rank is late, please punish your Highness!"

Zhuo Yun took a deep breath, threw down the bloody sword in his hand, "Tie them up and send them to Zongfu Yin."

"Yes." The follower who received the order stood up, and he found that His Highness's clothes and face were rarely stained with blood.

"Leave a few people to deal with this mess."

"Yes." The entourage said again, "Your Highness, you should leave here in a carriage, this place is handed over to a lowly official..."

Zhuo Yun waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say more.Knowing that His Highness had his own plans in mind, the attendant quickly stopped persuading and lowered his head, asking respectfully, "Does Your Highness have any other orders?"

Zhuo Yun turned around, walked into the house, and ordered, "There is another one in the house, help me drag him out."

The attendant got the order and immediately followed him in.

Zhuo Yun gently pushed open the bedroom door, he thought his brother was still asleep, but as soon as he pushed the door open, Zhuo Yichen stood in front of him.

Zhuo Yichen was woken up by the sound outside, but it was too far away and he had just woken up, so he couldn't hear it clearly and was a bit vague.Zhuo Yun was not by his side, so he got out of bed to have a look, but Zhuo Yun came in as soon as his fingers touched the door.

Zhuo Yun's face changed, and he looked at him blankly, "Brother, why are you up?"

Zhuo Yichen asked suspiciously, "What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?" He hadn't noticed the extremely rare hint of panic in Zhuo Yun's voice.

Zhuo Yichen wanted to take a look outside.

After being stunned for a moment, Zhuo Yun immediately reacted.He quickly took a big step inside, blocking his brother's view with his body, and closed the door tightly with his backhand, blocking the bloody room from the outside.And the expression on his face has already returned to its original calm and softness.

"I also went out to take a look when I heard the sound. It's just that a group of officers and soldiers passed by here."

Zhuo Yichen's eyes were slightly hesitant, and he glanced at Zhuo Yun, "Really? What are the officers and soldiers doing out at night?"

"The winter festival is approaching, and many consuls and ministers are going to Beijing to meet the Holy Spirit, and officers and soldiers are escorting them."

Zhuo Yichen nodded.

Zhuo Yun picked him up, put him back on the bed and lay down with him.

After taking off his coat, Zhuo Yichen found a small red stain on the skirt of Zhuo Yun's coat.The middle coat is clean white, and the blood stains are very conspicuous, even if the inner room is dimly lit, it can be seen.

Zhuo Yichen asked suspiciously, "This is... blood? Why did you get blood on your clothes? Are you injured? I don't remember this morning, let me see what's going on..." He said Getting anxious, he sat up with his hands propped up, insisting on seeing what happened.

Zhuo Yun hugged him and said slowly, "I cut my hand while chopping meat. I was afraid you would babble again when you saw it, so I wiped it off the front of the coat."

Zhuo Yichen immediately went to look for his hand, and found a long cut on the index finger of his left hand.

"Did you really cut yourself?"

"Yeah, it hurt at the time."

"Then you didn't say it then?"

"I'm afraid you're worried and nagging."

Zhuo Yichen glared at him, the eyes were originally blaming, but because of the pity in his heart, they became powerless.

"You didn't tell me about the cut, and you even wiped the blood with your own underwear..." Xiongzi.

Zhuo Yun gently pushed his brother down without saying a word, then took off his middle coat which was in the way and threw it on the ground, and slowly bent down with a smile.

His chest was firm, hot and still naked, when Zhuo Yichen touched it with his hand, he retracted as if he had been scalded.

"Brother," Zhuo Yun pressed his hand to his heart, and lowered his head to hold his lips, "I'm in such pain, can you make it up to me..."