My nemesis ascended the throne

A certain day of a certain year.

Shuzhong.

In a tavern, a certain storyteller slapped the gavel, waking up several drowsy listeners.

"It is said that the first emperor didn't like red makeup for a long time. You can get a glimpse of it by looking at the empty harem of the first emperor. It is rumored that the first emperor has a thin waist, and even the eunuchs in the palace have the posture of supporting the wind and weak willows." Great Wei Folklore It is open, and the bed stories of the emperors of all dynasties can be passed down to the folk tales. All of them are written with rich pen force and vivid colors.

The storyteller took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued to arrange in a clear voice, "This late emperor is so charming, and he often had a little eunuch by his side. Mind. If you want to know what will happen next, let’s listen to the next chapter to break it down.”

The audience was dissatisfied, "Sir, you are not kind."

The storyteller's eyes lit up, "Come here, let's tip a few first."

The storyteller was tall and slender, with a Beijing opera mask painted on his face, but he couldn't tell his age, just listening to the voice, he probably wasn't an old man.

It is common for storytellers in central Shu to have their faces painted on. First, in order to prevent someone from reporting to the officials to come and arrest them, they have to be punished several times. No one knows who is on the stage without Facebook.

After the storyteller finished speaking, he kicked the man beside him.This man has sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome appearance, is dressed in black, and has an aura of power without anger. After being kicked, he reluctantly picked up the bowl in his hand.

As a result, the rewards from the audience poured in one after another, and the sound of tinkling copper coins falling into the bowl could be heard, but the young man in black had no joy on his face, and stood there, looking like a black-faced ghost. Holding a broken bowl in your hand, you can hang it on the door to drive away evil spirits.

Another young man teased and patted the shoulder of the young man in black, "Brother, if you want to make money, this expression is not acceptable, you have to learn from you."

The young man in black glanced at the flattering and smug guy who was bowing and bowing on the platform, smiling with a face beyond recognition. People, the young man was frightened by that look, and ran away like a wolf with a big tail.

After everyone dispersed, the storyteller jumped down from the stage, snatched the broken bowl from the young man in black, happily counted the copper coins in the bowl, and said, "The love history of the late emperor is so valuable." So he hugged the broken bowl, and while counting the money, he muttered to himself, "Damn, who should the late emperor match up with in two days? The eunuch has already talked about it. Next time we will talk about famous Qinhuai courtesans? The domineering emperor and his Young man?"

The young man in black's complexion was already very bad at this time, as heavy as the bottom of a pot.His eyes were fixed on the noisy guy in front of him, but the guy who was still muttering to himself didn't have any sense of crisis, and continued to beep, "I'm going to write a notebook when I go back this time."

Emperor Xian:? !

As soon as Xie An turned around, the dark-faced Emperor behind him grabbed his collar and stroked his slender neck, the thin calluses touched the delicate skin, "Do you want to write next, Emperor Xian and his confinement? "The ambiguous breath gushed in the ears, meeting the dark desire in the man's eyes.

Xie An's neck shook, his lifeblood fell into someone else's hands and was pinched, he lost his courage a bit, and smiled flatteringly on his face, "I'm also doing this to make money?" Can't compare to others, struggle and move.

"That....... There is someone here......"

Xie An was held in Rong's arms, and he even felt that hard thing.Eyes finally panicked.

Rong Ning raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You also know there are people here?"

Xie An blushed, tugged on Rong Jing's sleeves with a pair of thin white hands, and bit his lips, "Good brother, let's talk when we go back."

Rong Ning narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt an evil fire rushing up directly.

Seeing that the scaring was almost over, he let go of his hand, with a straight face, flicked his sleeves, gave Xie An a hard look, and said solemnly, "Just this time, don't make an exception."

Xie An stuck out his tongue at him.

Rong Quan shook his head, brought the person in front of his eyes, stretched out his sleeves, and wiped Xie An's cat-like face little by little until his face like white jade was revealed. She is gentle, and there is affection hidden behind the dark ice in her eyes.

Xie An looked into his eyes and was momentarily bewildered.

Rong Jing stared at him fiercely, "What are you looking at?"

Xie An giggled, "Look at you."

The first emperor fell silent again.

Eldest man, the roots behind the ears are a little red.

That night, Xie An couldn't get out of bed after crying for a whole night, his whole body was ravaged all over, and the next day he lay there weakly, being tightly imprisoned by the arms of the people around him, the delicate and expensive Mr. Xie How can it compare to people who have practiced martial arts all year round.He kicked it bitterly and cursed at the beast.The beast turned over and pressed him back again.

Xie An yelled in a low voice, and then his voice turned into a sweet Shen Yin again.Thin kisses fell, on the shoulders, on the waist, to places that were more difficult to speak, until they were penetrated again.His slender legs were swaying gently on Rong Ren's shoulders, he was like a floating boat, Rong Ren was the only person he could rely on in the storm.The long black hair scattered all over the bed, swaying gently with the shaking of the body, and little red plum blossoms gently bloomed on the delicate jade-like skin, like plum blossoms falling in the snow, cool and gorgeous.The end of the protruding eye was pink with the color of the breast, and there were physiological teardrops in the bottom of the eye.The eyelashes fluttered slightly, like flying wings.A low moan escaped from those ruddy lips, and quickly melted into the wind.

This is the person who fell into his hands.

The wing was pierced by the world, and it was bruised and fell into his arms.Why not make people feel distressed.

Rong Quan hugged the person in his arms tightly, and kissed those gorgeous lips deeply, the person under him was only slightly startled, then immediately wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed back.

The candlelight was ambiguous and hazy, reflecting his handsome face, and he was very affectionate in a trance.

Then, a few days later, the late Emperor, who had just said that he would not be an example, was slapped in the face again.

On a certain day in a certain year, in a certain tavern.

A certain storyteller began to excitedly tell the story of the late emperor and the prostitutes of Qinhuai.

"It's said that when the first emperor was still His Highness King Rong, one day he visited privately in his incognito clothes, and suddenly heard a beautiful music coming from a square..."

The late Emperor stood unrestrainedly by the side, holding a broken bowl in his hand.