Tian Yan

There was only one drop of tears, and soon there was no trace.

There was a twitch in Cao Cao's heart, like a clamor of desire, mixed with the lingering bitterness, which made him tremble all over.

Hand, slowly stroking the cool and slippery back of the boss, Sima Yi, along the spine all the way down, circling around the entrance.

Due to Yu Ruyi's intrusion just now, the place has not been completely closed, and the fingers occasionally touched the tender meat that was turned out, and sucked his fingers wet, hot and greasy.

Sima Yi trembled, and his breath was also suffocated.

"A very sophisticated reaction... with that kid Cao Pi?"

Sima Yi tilted his head slightly, looked away, and remained silent on this question.

So Cao Cao regarded him as acquiescing, and the next moment his fingers stabbed into his body, and he was taken away from the table.

Immediately, Sima Yi had nowhere to draw his strength, the finger was still behind him, scratching his fragile inner wall constantly, forcing him to hang on Cao Cao's body with both hands and feet.

Cao Cao took a last look at Cao Chong's memorial tablet. The sandalwood lamp was still burning silently, adding a sense of detachment that did not belong to the world.

Above the incense offerings is a big brass Buddha with lowered eyes, looking at all the common people with compassion.

Cao Cao looked up at each other for a moment, then turned around with Sima Yi in his arms, and turned behind the Buddha statue.

Different from the bright light in front of the Buddha statue, there is a blind spot behind it. Due to the cover of the Buddha's body, the light cannot be seen all year round.

However, there is still a futon here, and there is not much dust on it.

Does anyone still worship this backside Buddha?

Cao Cao didn't say much, and threw him face down on the futon roughly, and pushed him up from behind.

Sima Yi only felt a heat behind him, and then a tearing pain shot up his spine and spread all over his body, which made him instinctively twist his body and try to break free.

Cao Cao's progress was also not smooth. When he used Ruyi and his fingers just now, it was still unimpeded. It was still a bit difficult to change his own guy.

Sima Yi wailed, and the intense pain made him tighten his body unconsciously, which made Cao Cao's entry even more difficult.

Cao Cao frowned, snorted, and pulled his loose long hair back.

Sima Yi let out a cry of pain, and had no choice but to tilt his head back along with his strength, and pressed his waist down, forming the arc of an open bow.

Such a posture made the entry much easier.Cao Cao stood up and buried it, and stopped for a moment, feeling the pleasure of being surrounded by that delicate fiery heat.

Sima Yi's lower body was still trembling, which caused a burst of internal contraction. This intermittent stimulation made Cao Cao's lower body more energetic.

"Don't move... just don't move!"

Cao Cao ignored him, clasped his waist with both hands like pincers, pushed hard and almost pulled out, as if this was not a copulation, but a brutal whipping.

Sima Yibai opened his mouth, but he could only exhale intermittent air from his throat, which looked like a provocative moan.

The air still smelled of sandalwood.A clean and bright Buddhist hall will also have such a dark place, which accommodates the shadow cast by the Buddha's body, which is a darkness that no one can get rid of.

Following Cao Cao's impact, Sima Yi's body swayed mechanically, and gradually he no longer felt that he was a living thing.

The wound on the chest, the blood on it was stained with incense ash, and it had clotted into one piece, and it stopped bleeding.

This also means that he can't die, but why is this gradually numb feeling?

A wave of heat gradually accumulated behind him, along the inner wall that was being rubbed vigorously, and hit his heart with a "boom".

I don't know when it has stood up in front of me, eager to try more stimulation.

When the heart is completely blank, the body no longer resists, and the sensory stimulation becomes more obvious.

At this moment, Cao Cao gave an extremely deep [pulse] [thrust], almost putting the weight of his entire upper body on his waist.Sima Yi's chest was almost pressed to the ground, and his knees could hardly kneel down. His already extremely blood-congested front touched the cold ground, suppressing the pleasure that had been piled high.

"Do not……"

Sima Yi struggled to free up one hand, held his front end, and quickly climbed it to a higher point before the hot feeling disappeared.

Cao Cao turned him over at this moment, and his legs were raised high. From Sima Yi's perspective, he could even see the appearance of the junction.

Sima Yi was flipped like this, his fingers stopped in place stiffly, not daring to move any more.

The discomfort in the waist gradually overwhelmed the pleasure, and after the blood receded, all that was left was the soreness from rubbing, and the sense of loss that gradually spread from the bottom of my heart.

Cao Cao's breathing became deeper and deeper, and suddenly he let out a low growl, which sprinkled hotness into his depths.

Sima Yi only felt hot, with a sore feeling of being forcibly filled.

There is no pleasure, no anger, and even the mind is empty.

After Cao Cao was done, he pulled it out and rubbed it on the inside of his thigh a few times to wipe off the remaining liquid.

Sima Yi lay expressionless, and if he didn't blink occasionally, he would be no different from a corpse.

Cao Cao pulled his hair like a sack, half dragged him up, walked a few steps and threw him in front of Cao Chong's coffin.

"Look, this is the student you killed with your own hands, my favorite son!"

"You look like this now, tsk tsk, I feel ashamed for Chong'er!"

Cao Cao dropped a sneer, patted his face, dropped his hands as if he had touched something dirty, and walked away.

Sima Yi sat on the ground for a while, but found that he couldn't stand up at all.

Snake venom, blood loss, and the torture just now, it is rare for him to be sober at this moment.

It's still bright, and in the hot summer, you won't feel cold without clothes.

But he wanted to see Cao Chong for the last time, and he didn't want to use this naked [naked] [body] appearance.

Sima Yi stretched out his hand, lying on the ground with his whole body, and finally grabbed a piece of clothes scattered on the ground.

Cao Chong is newly dead, and the coffin has not been closed yet.Sima Yi stood up with support, and saw Cao Chong's face as peaceful as a deep sleep.

It's like... you will wake up in the next moment, and you will turn around again, pursing your lips and saying angrily, sir.

The large golden nanmu coffin was separated by an interlayer, and ice cubes were added inside, and the melting water dripped along the sink.

Sima Yi stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Cao Chong's face, but retracted halfway.

This hand, how many unsightly things are stained on it, is it qualified to touch such a child who is spotless until death?

——Sir, what does the word "廌" mean?

——灋, punishment, flat like water.In case of injustice, the corners are used to remove it, for the purpose of making a judgment and doubting the prison, and distinguishing right from wrong.

—Sir, I can't write.

"Sir taught you how to write."

Sima Yi turned around, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the altar table to be buried with him, and rubbed the ink with ice water.

Because of the snake venom, his right hand had already turned black. Sima Yi didn't realize it, and held the brush tremblingly.

The words did not take shape, perhaps because the ink was worn too lightly, and soon blurred into a mass of jet-black color.

Sima Yi smiled wryly, silently rolled up the rice paper, and put it in front of the coffin.

"Look, this word is too difficult, and my husband can't write it anymore."

After Sima Yi finished speaking, he sat down against the coffin, unexpectedly stuffed the ball of paper into his mouth, and swallowed it several times.

There is no listening, no chasing, and even behind the Buddha statue is a forgotten darkness.

Go to Rumei's right and wrong!

A morbid smile appeared on Sima Yi's face, he stood up with his clothes folded, and walked out step by step without looking back.

On the porch outside the door, there was a person standing with his hands behind his back, for an unknown how long he had been standing there.

Sima Yi pretended not to see, bowed his head and was about to pass.

But the man grabbed him: "Zhongda, you... are you okay, why are you bleeding so much?"

"Not dead." Sima Yi raised his eyes, neither sad nor happy, "Second Highness."

"I'll take a look at Brother Chong."

"Then why don't you go in?"

There was a moment of hesitation on Cao Pi's face, and a trace of hesitation slowly appeared on Cao Pi's face.

Sima Yi then knew well that he and Cao Cao were inside just now, and he probably heard the whole thing.

Cao Pi stared at Sima Yi, he thought that Sima Yi would be killed by Cao Cao, or bitten to death by a snake, in short, it would not be what he is now.

Or, he also thought about it, when Sima Yi came out with a shattered skin like a soulless body, then he could also draw his sword and give him a good time.

But now, Sima Yi still had his usual indifferent expression. If it wasn't for the blood stains on his clothes and the obvious lustful smell on his body, he would even think that nothing happened in the palace just now.

"Zhongda...I..."

Sima Yi turned his head suddenly, the corners of his eyes twitched up, showing a deceptive attitude.

"What does Your Highness want to say...or what do you want to do?"

Cao Pi was startled by him and took a step back, seeing that Sima Yi had torn off his neckline by himself, and the incision on his chest was mixed with incense ash, which had condensed into a thick scab of blood.

"What your father likes, you must like it too."

Cao Pi shook his head and grabbed his hand: "Zhongda, it's not like this, I didn't expect my father to be like this..."

Sima Yi didn't break free, but he struggled to gather his five fingers together to grab Cao Pi's sweaty palm.

"Don't worry, Your Highness's hand, I have never let go, in the past...and now..."

Cao Pi was stunned, and looked at him suspiciously: "Zhongda, don't you blame me?"

Sima Yi shook his head: "It's not easy for Your Highness to come to this point, I will try my best to help you become emperor."

Cao Pi was pleasantly surprised and wanted to say something, but Sima Yi turned sideways to make way for him.

"Your Highness, Cao Chong is newly dead. You should go and have a look. It is best to stay overnight."

Cao Pi called him from behind: "Zhongda, are you serious?"

Sima Yi shook his hand and didn't look back.