Lianhua Manlou

Silk and bamboo chime ringing, sheng, singing, dancing and music.

The singing and dancing girls walked lightly, with blue hair lightly drawn, hibiscus and willow faces, bright almond eyes full of spring water, dancing ribbons in their hands, swinging their sleeves in waves, and danced back and forth with white jade feet on the long vermilion carpet.

Nan Wang sat tall on the steps, dressed in beautiful clothes, with round waist and thick back, sword eyebrows and star eyes, broad face and square ears. He is only in his forties now, but he has the spirit of a young man, and he looks extraordinarily energetic.

Ye Gucheng was sitting under him, with a snow-white robe, a pale face, and a pair of dark eyes staring at the opposite man who was also dressed in white Shengxue, with complicated eyes.

"The city lord lives far away overseas, so he hasn't seen my nephew yet." Nan Wang smiled enthusiastically, and introduced, "This is Zhu Zhao, the son of Prince Taiping."

Ye Gucheng nodded coldly, and stood up abruptly, "My lord, I feel a little unwell during the next journey, so I will take my leave first."

"This banquet has just begun..." Nan Wang's eyes flashed with resentment and dissatisfaction, and his smile gradually faded. "So, the city lord, please do it yourself."

Ye Gucheng didn't seem to notice the slightest difference, he got up and left the table quickly and neatly, leaving all the complicated thoughts behind him.

The night breeze was blowing, the moon was clear, the shadows of the trees were dancing around, and the fragrance of flowers was overwhelming. Ye Gucheng walked slowly on the path paved with bluestones, and his hand holding the sword tightened a bit.

"You are just recovering from a serious illness, it's better not to catch the wind."

"You're still here!" Ye Gucheng turned around, and the figure under the moonlight gradually approached and finally stopped in front of him.

"His Royal Highness Prince Taiping?" Ye Gucheng sneered mockingly, but he didn't know whether he was mocking Gong Jiu or himself.

"You, why bother?" Gong Jiu sighed deeply, "That plan...is just a death for nothing! If you want to..."

"I don't want to!" Ye Gucheng snapped, "Don't do unnecessary things."

Gong Jiu smiled bitterly, "I... can't bear it."

Ye Gucheng trembled and fell silent.

Gong Jiu continued, "How tragic was the battle for the heirloom back then. The nine sons of the Holy Ancestor Emperor died three times and one went crazy, and the rest lived in panic. Why can you live so comfortably when you are my uncle? That's just It's because he's stupid! He's so stupid that no one will care about it."

Ye Gucheng suddenly raised his head and said slowly, "So what?"

"So what?" Gong Jiu stared blankly at Ye Gucheng, two clumps of scorching flames suddenly shot out from his eyes, and with a hint of madness, he rushed straight to Ye Gucheng's body, biting his neck with his mouth open.

Ye Gucheng grunted in pain, and then slapped Gong Jiu hard on the back.

Gong Jiu let out a strange panting sound, like a dying beast struggling in pain but with some sweet longing faintly, it released its pussy pussy.He kept rubbing against Ye Gucheng's body, his clothes were messy, his hair was loose, and he whispered in a trembling voice, "Help me, save me, I can't take it anymore! Ye Gucheng!"

Ye Gucheng pursed his lips tightly, and his expression revealed a trace of panic, he naturally knew that Gong Jiu was ill, why it happened at this time, Nanwang Mansion!

"Follow me!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and Ye Gucheng had no time to think that the patrol team not far away was already faintly visible. He held on tightly to Gong Jiu and stretched out his body, followed that figure and ran out two streets in a row Just now, he climbed over the wall from a deep alley and broke into a gorgeous embroidery pavilion, but the man suddenly disappeared.

The interior furnishings are not complicated, only a few carved and embroidered tables and chairs and low couches, surrounded by soft smoke tents of five-color brocade, and several red sandalwood lattices with various colored vases and playthings stand in the corners.In the distance is a bed with ruyi cloud patterns embedded with snails and red rosewood.Next to it, in the incense burner with shallow green and white jade carvings of landscape figures, wisps of unknown light fragrance are emitted.

Ye Gucheng took the lead in placing Gong Jiu on the bed. At this time, Gong Jiu was already half-naked, with red eyes and blood stains, but he stabbed it with a needle himself, and he still had a needle in his hand!Ye Gucheng's heart tightened, he couldn't say a word, and he couldn't watch indifferently and calmly as before.

Gong Jiu whispered again: "Whip... whip... hit me with a whip... beat me hard... please, quick... take the whip!" An unbearable pain and longing had completely lost him. sanity.

Ye Gucheng only felt a fire gradually spread from his heart to his limbs, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.He tightly held Gong Jiu's hand holding the needle, half of his body was pressed against his constantly struggling and twisted body, and the two people's intense panting gradually intertwined.

Gong Jiu's body was very cold, and the cold wind blew all the way with injuries. His skin was smooth and pale, like a piece of fine cold jade, but the two of them sighed comfortably just like this speak out.

"Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng..." Gong Jiu called out anxiously, biting his lips with his teeth, his whole body was twitching, as if he had reached the limit.

Ye Gucheng finally let out a roar, he opened his mouth and bit Gong Jiu's body, one bite, one bite, biting deeply and hard, grinding his teeth together until he tasted the blood one after another.

Gong Jiu's eyes lit up, and he screamed strangely with excitement. He stared at Ye Gucheng obsessively, and jj j j□ j in a shameless obscene voice.

Ye Gucheng's movements were very rough, he reached out and groped behind Gong Jiu, slid into his trousers and forced his way into the dry and tight channel.

If you want him, Ye Gucheng has never been so clearly aware of his feelings for this man, and the black eyes are burning with flames. At this moment, he can't control his body, and he can't control his reason. He twitched his fingers a few times, Like a thirsty fish, Gong Jiu straightened her body, panting violently with her mouth open.

The fiery body, the boiling **, the noisy blood, everything seems to be out of control!Ye Gucheng tightly hugged the man's waist, followed the guidance of his instinct, and pushed himself completely.Into, with each other thoroughly, tightly together --

The strong impact almost made Ye Gucheng suffocate. He clenched his fists and suppressed his voice, only a muffled hiss leaked from the depths of his throat——

Gong Jiu's reaction became more intense, he straightened his waist suddenly, like a tight bow, sighed contentedly, he firmly grasped Ye Gucheng's shoulder, and tremblingly said, "(Fuck) me, ruthlessly Fuck me!"

He smelled the rust-like smell of blood in his nose, the temples on his forehead throbbed, and the slightly protruding tendons and blood vessels on his arms clearly emerged. Ye Gucheng's eyes were red, eager to ask for the collision, wedged into the man like a piece of iron body, sweat and blood drenched the brocade mattress beneath him...

Following the last violent push, Ye Gucheng's lower abdomen twitched and gushed out, and almost broke away from pressing on Gong Jiu's body, two hoarse and hoarse shouts sounded from the tent at the same time.

Gong Jiu's body suddenly curled up, stretched out again, and then lay there without moving.He was satisfied, whether it was in his heart or his body, he had never been so happy in his life!Turning his eyes slightly, a pair of eyes outside the bed curtain with rouge red embroidered dark color and lotus pattern satin was looking at them with a smile that was not a smile, and the corners of Gong Jiu's mouth slowly drew a strange arc.