Invite the wolf into the room

In front of the man, the swollen desire at the front was tightly locked by the silver buckle, and the rose-red penis with a string of jade beads behind it was trembling unbearably, obviously suffering from something that made it impossible to ignore.

"How dare you disobey my order. It seems that I have treated you so well that you have forgotten your identity."

An Zhenyuan put down the secret report in his hand, and said in a cold tone, but his eyes when looking at Qiong revealed a fire that did not match the tone of his tone, full of strong desire.It's just that Qiong, who was blindfolded at this time, couldn't see it.

"Huh...huh..."

With his head bowed sideways, Qiong pressed his lips tightly to prevent himself from moaning, but the uncontrollable rapid breathing still revealed his impatience. The place stretched by the beads was extremely itchy. In this regard, what's more, his internal strength is restrained now, and he can't use any strength. It is his limit to resist swinging his waist and rubbing the beads.

He will not open his mouth to ask An Zhenyuan for mercy, this is the last bit of dignity he can reserve for himself, if An Zhenyuan forces or orders, then Qiong will not and cannot resist, but if he is asked to take the initiative to beg An Zhenyuan Get far away from him, then he really has nothing.

"I know you hate An Chen and hate him for ruining your face, but I told you that you can't kill him. If you violate my order again in the future, I will never let you go lightly."

An Zhenyuan walked up to Qiong's side and pinched his chin with his hands, forcing him to raise his head to face himself. On one side was a beautiful, charming face, and on the other was a Rakshasa appearance intertwined with scabs. An Zhenyuan looked Looking at the dry and uneven scab marks on Qiong's left cheek, there was some irritation in his eyes.

That little thing was really ruthless, he didn't want to hurt his face a little bit, but he actually splashed it with venom, I don't know how long it will take to get better.

"Qiao...don't dare..."

Feeling An Zhenyuan's fingers sliding down his Adam's apple, the hairs on Qiong's body stood up, why, why his face has become like this, he still touches himself, he obviously hates ugliness something!

Qiong knew very well how picky An Zhenyuan was on the people who served him. No matter how much he loved his concubine Ji, even if he saw a little flaw, he would give up without hesitation. , he also walked away in disgust, why would he do this kind of thing to himself now!

"You just say you don't dare, but if you have a chance, you will still do it."

An Zhenyuan pressed Guo Qiong's head so that his injured left face was buried in his arm, and only the still perfect and bewitching right half of his face was exposed. The more seductive Qiong let him be tormented by desire.

"..."

Hearing this, Qiong stopped answering, his eyes covered in black cloth were full of deep coldness, anyway what he said was useless, An Zhenyuan was his master, there was no reason to do anything to him, he All you can do now is bear it.

"He was able to escape under your hands, so he is qualified to be my heir..."

An Zhenyuan walked back to the table and casually flipped through some secret reports on the table. Those were An Chen's escape from An's house until now. His thinking and methods aroused An Zhenyuan's interest, although An Zhenyuan never cared about his children. However, since An Chen has this talent, he might as well reuse it.

And what's interesting is, I don't know if it's true that all nephews look like uncles, but my son looks more and more like Qiong as he grows up.

"Since the tokens with the Sa tribe have been proved not to be stolen by An Chen, let him stay outside for a while. If he can survive Mingyang, then after the matter is completed, I will formally give it to his tribe." Ming, you are not allowed to shoot him again."

If he can't, forget it, he wants to keep the bloodline very easily, and just cultivate it when needed.

"……Yes."

Qiong responded weakly, but his mood unexpectedly improved. An Chen will not be manipulated by others for the sake of power, and he will never come back!

Qiong had discovered the identity of the spy a long time ago, so he deliberately revealed An Zhenyuan's secret to her, letting her steal the letters and tokens of An Zhenyuan's contacts with the Sa people, and then took advantage of the spy to hide in the mansion. In order to ensure that those who chased and killed An Chen would not dare to take An Chen's life, and the spy had been under Qiong's surveillance to prevent her from spreading the news and misleading her. After learning about An Chen, Qiong didn't let the spy be killed until An Chen entered the capital safely, making An Zhenyuan not interested in continuing to hunt An Chen.

What Qiong did for An Chen was far more than that, but he never regretted it, for his only relative in this world.

"When the medicine wears off, go to my room and wait."

After An Zhenyuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the secret room, leaving Qiong, who was in the body of the strong love potion, alone in the closed stone room.

"what……"

Qiong almost begged An Zhenyuan to stay, but in the end he endured it forcefully. Qiong was afraid of confined spaces since he was a child. This is to punish him.

Now that Qiong's internal energy is restrained, it will not recover until the effect of the medicine expires. The fear in the bottom of his heart cannot be suppressed by rationality. Coupled with the physical torture, Qiong finally couldn't stand it anymore and began to struggle on the chair. Spilled whimpering gasps... help me.

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"My lord, the secret agent planted in An Jun's mansion has confirmed that she is dead..."

Han Chao put the Northwest Secret Report in his hand on Xiao Muyao's table, reported it respectfully, and told Xiao Muyao what happened in detail.

Xiao Muyao is in charge of all matters related to foreign races. Naturally, he always pays attention to the nobles in places where they intersect with foreign races. King Anjun is the most powerful nobleman in the northwest, and the court will naturally send some people to watch. She stayed by King An's side as a concubine, and she was quite favored by her beauty and means. A few years ago, it was reported that a big secret of King An's mansion had been discovered. Martial law was tightened on the outside and tightened on the inside, and no news came out of her. A while ago, other secret agents spread the news that she was thrown into a well because she offended Princess Mingyang, but no one knew the details.

Han Chao knows the abilities of his subordinates. This incident is obviously weird, more like murder to silence, so the secret that the spy said is worth investigating.

"Any other clues?"

When it comes to Mingyang County King and An County King, who are the most powerful relatives of Jia Lin, Xiao Muyao's eyes are also a little dignified. It is normal for those big nobles to have dirty secrets, but this time Xiao Muyao's intuition told him that things are not simple.

"The servants of the county prince's mansion are all generations of domestic slaves. It is not easy to inquire about the news. The role of other secret spies is limited."

Han Chao shook his head lightly. Whether it is King An or Princess Mingyang, the servants around him are absolute confidantes. They have been slaves and servants for several lifetimes. The people sent by the prince are only a few years at most, and they may be useful in the future. But what is available now is very limited.

"However, they said that a few days ago, a concubine's son of King Anjun escaped from the house after injuring someone. Since then, the palace has been under martial law. Since then, no news has come out. I have already ordered them to draw I got the portrait of the bastard, and it will be delivered in a few days."

"Well, find someone to check it out as soon as possible, and you can figure it out."

Xiao Muyao handed over the matter to Han Chao. After thinking about it, it was still a bit inappropriate. The An family's power has grown stronger in the past two years, so it is time to pay attention.

"For my king, ask General Xue to come to the mansion for a small gathering in three days."

"It's the prince, this subordinate will leave."

Han Chao retreated under orders and ordered someone to send invitations to Xue Jingran. After returning to his residence in the palace, Han Chao was about to rest, but at this moment he received a portrait from Northwest. Han Chao immediately opened the scroll, and it read That familiar figure sharpened his usual gentle eyes.

"Prepare the sedan chair and go to Ling Mansion."

Putting away the scroll and putting it in Migri behind the bookcase, Han Chao walked out of the room and ordered his servants to prepare the sedan chair, and he was going to Ling Qingzhe's house.

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"Today is a family dinner for the eldest brother and the second brother. It's not good to take you there with me. I asked Yuanyuan to cook dinner for you, and I will eat some by myself later."

Ling Qingzhe, who was dressed up slightly, was talking to An Chen while straightening his belt. Today's situation is no different from the day when he just returned to Beijing. Only he, Xue Jingran, and Xue Jingyang brothers were present, and there was no reasonable identity to bring An Chen. You can't tell Xue Jingran that this is your 'sister-in-law', it's no wonder he is not served by Xue Jingran's family law.

"I know."

An Chen responded, reaching out to help him straighten his belt.He didn't care about Ling Qingzhe's concealment of their relationship, which was also their tacit understanding.

"If it's too late, I might stay at Xue's house. You don't have to wait for me, go to bed early."

Ling Qingzhe nagged a little bit, he didn't find it annoying at all, on the contrary, he enjoyed it very much, every day someone would take him out and wait for him to go home, Ling Qingzhe wanted nothing more happiness than this.

"Ah."

An Chen couldn't help but laughed first, and moved to Ling Qingzhe's lips to peck lightly, but Ling Qingzhe pressed his neck and kissed him back deeply.

"You've grown taller."

Licking his lips tastefully, Ling Qingzhe compared An Chen