Travel back to ancient times to play danmei

At this time, in the imperial study room in the Nanhuai Kingdom's palace, Nan Heng, the monarch of Nanhuai Kingdom, was reading at night by candlelight. When he saw Qian Ying and Xuan Yichen and the return envoy Ping Qiang, he couldn't help frowning deeply, with a serious expression on his face. Strong killing spirit. [Note: truss, [háng]]

"You came."

Yan Sulan walked out of the layered gauze tents silently, half of the ghost face was very strange under the flickering firelight, he put a bundle in front of the Nanzhu table and opened it, inside was a hideous human head, "Father, Sa Huang The leader of the sect, Yu Posuo, is dead."

"Very good, dare to incite the people to rebel in my country..." Nan Heng smiled wickedly, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he threw the secret letter in his hand on the ground, "Lan'er, what explanation do you have?"

At the beginning, he wanted Yan Sulan to kill Qian Xing in the hotel, and then put the blame on Emperor Fenglan. This would not only destroy the alliance, but also allow the two countries to fight each other and reap the benefits of the fisherman. Now Yan Sulan actually let it go. Qian Xing disrupted his overall plan.

"Father don't need to be angry. Su Lan didn't rush to act after hearing something from the Lore Palace." Although Yan Sulan still had a cold look, his tone was respectful, "It is said that Ping died of illness many years ago. Qian Chong, the second prince of Qiang, seems to be still alive. If you kill Qian Xing and be seen by King Ping Qiang as Nan Huai's obstruction, it will put you in danger. King Ping Qiang is old. If you want to be safe, you must simultaneously Find out the whereabouts of the two princes of Ping and Qiang, and work together to eradicate them."

Nan Heng didn't speak, but thought quietly for a while, then nodded and said, "Lan'er is still thoughtful."

Yan Sulan said, "People from Lore Palace are mixed in the mission team, and they can do it when the news is confirmed."

"For the time being, come here." Nan Heng beckoned to Yan Sulan, Yan Sulan walked over obediently, Nan Heng took off half of his ghost face, his face under the candlelight was very handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes Masculine, a blood-red scar swept from the end of his eyebrows to his lips, adding a bit of bloodthirsty cruelty to him, his ruthless thin lips were slightly pursed, and his resolute chin drew a neat and graceful line.

Nan Heng took out a sharp dagger and slashed along the scar on Yan Sulan's face, and the scar was cut open again. Yan Sulan remained expressionless, as if she couldn't feel the pain, letting the blood Drips down the jawline.

"Lan'er, don't blame the foster father for being cruel. The foster father just wants you to always remember that you must avenge your mother's revenge." Nan Heng said, sighing, "Poor cousin Rou married Feng Lan back then, but I didn't I am really ashamed of you mother and son for not being able to protect her well."

"It's a great kindness for the adoptive father to raise Sulan." Yan Sulan put the ghost mask on as it was, with deep hatred in her black eyes, "Emperor Fenglan is ruthless, let my mother die in vain, I will not let him go .”

"Father-in-law said that everything in Lore Palace is yours, and you have to make good use of it." Nan Heng instructed, "There is no room for mistakes in the alliance between Ping Qiang and Feng Lan, Lan'er has to be more careful. "

"Sulan knows." After Yan Sulan finished speaking, she saluted Nan Heng, then stepped out from the half-open skylight entrance, and the black clothes were hidden in the night.

With a sneer at the corner of Nan Heng's mouth, he pushed the horrible head on the table to the ground, "Xuan Yimian? Emperor Feng Lan chose a good name, but it's a pity that he can only be called Yan Sulan in his life."

The long tablecloth dragged to the ground suddenly trembled, Nan Heng raised his eyebrows impatiently, lifted the tablecloth, grabbed the hair and dragged out the man who was curled up inside. It was a delicate-looking and thin man, naked|naked He was very pitiful, with black hair scattered around his body, hands and feet bound by thick ropes, a thick penis stuffed in his mouth, unswallowable saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, Nan Heng roughly removed the penis in his mouth, He started to untie his clothes, the man's talking eyes were full of fear, he kept shaking his head, but he could only let out short breaths, he was a mute.

"Sheng'er, don't be afraid, as long as you are obedient, father will not beat you again." Nan Heng ignored Nan Sheng's tearful begging, and pressed him under his crotch, "Hurry up and lick well."

Nan Sheng trembled, turned his head away stubbornly, Nan Heng kicked him over, Nan Sheng slammed into the table leg hard, his shoulders were red a lot.

"If you don't know how to flatter, I will let that bastard Nanser go to Bian County to cure the plague."

Nan Sheng quickly shook his head, crawled over sobbing, closed his eyes to suppress the surging nausea, and moved his head closer.

Yan Sulan didn't leave the Nanhuai Palace directly, but turned to a forgotten side hall in the palace. The courtyard was bleak, and it didn't look like anyone lived there. The moonlight was cold, but the acacia tree in the courtyard was really There stood a person who was more bleak than the moonlight.

"Where's Sheng'er? Are you still there with the beast..." Nanse supported the half-dead acacia tree, her fingernails dug into the bark, and blood oozes from her fingertips, "I'm all useless!"

"Although I haven't seen it, I heard that Nan Sheng's aura is stable, and his adoptive father is reluctant to really hurt him." Yan Sulan was secretly raised in the Nanhuai Palace since he was a child. Cernan Sheng is still close.

Nanse trembled and took a deep breath before he calmed down a bit. He looked at the blood on Yan Sulan's face and smiled wryly, "Nanzhen cut your face again? Sulan, don't work so hard for him." ,not worth it."

"Father is kind to me," Yan Sulan said in a low voice, "I am willing to be used by him."

"Forget it, if you don't listen to me, you will regret it one day." Nanser raised his head and smiled, his face was full of tears, like a madman.

Yan Sulan put down a small wine jar, "Here's the wine, Zuixian Township, one sip can make you drunk for a whole day, and I'll leave if nothing happens."

Nanser ignored him, just stared blankly at the moon in the sky, and after a long while, turned around and picked up the small wine jug, slapped the mud seal off, and began to gulp.

The yard was desolate, and he was the only one left, crying and laughing.