Rebirth of the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty

The carriage stopped at the back door of Yinti's mansion, Yinfeng didn't get off the carriage, but signaled Yinti: "Go and change to a low-key car."

"what?"

"Go, don't let outsiders know that it is a car from the Prince's Mansion at a glance."

Yinti was baffled, but he could only do as he said, and asked someone to pull out an ordinary cloth caravan, and then Yinti got off, changed to another car, and then threw a sentence to Yinti "Grandpa will come back later" and was about to drive people to drive away.

Yinti was quick to hold the car with one hand, jumped on it, forced his way into the car, and asked him, "Where are you going?"

"It has nothing to do with you. You wait at the mansion. Lord Chen will come back in an hour at most."

"No, I'll go with you."

"No..." Forget it, Yinfeng hesitated for a while, and ordered the driver outside to set off.

"Where are you going?"

Yinfeng gave Yinti a white look: "You follow the master, just don't make a sound."

In the end, the carriage drove around the city for half a day before stopping in front of an unremarkable tea house. Yinti followed Yinrong and got off the carriage. Someone came out to welcome them in. They went upstairs to the wing room at the end of the corridor and opened the door to enter. Before, Yinfeng turned around suddenly, pouted at Yinti who was following behind him: "You go to the opposite room and wait."

"Why?"

"Some people are not convenient for you to see, and some things are not convenient for you to listen to, okay?"

"..." A sense of frustration suddenly arose in Yinti's heart, and seeing Yinreng's serious expression, he knew that he was not joking, and he couldn't argue, so he could only turn around reluctantly and go to the opposite room.

The room was empty and cold, and Yinti regretted that if he had known earlier, he might as well not have followed. It turned out that Yinfeng came out of the palace with him, not at all as he thought he would have a private meeting with him, in order to find himself to cover for him so that he could do something It was nothing more than a shameful thing, so depressed, he ordered his servant: "Go and serve wine to the Lord."

"Master... this is a tea house."

"You won't go out to buy wine without wine? What are you doing with all this nonsense!"

Half an hour later, Yin Teng opened the door and came in, and saw Yin Teng sitting at the table drinking by himself, the big pot of wine was empty, and he was pouring the second pot, his face was full of drunkenness.

Yinfeng frowned when he saw it, strode forward, snatched the jug from his hand and put it aside forcefully, said angrily, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Yinti squinted his eyes and stared at him drunkenly: "Who did you meet? What did you say?"

"It has nothing to do with you..."

Before he finished speaking, someone leaned up and hugged his waist forcefully. Yinti asked him in a rough voice: "Why don't you have anything to do with the master? Is it so unworthy of your trust? You want to talk to the thief Are you also guarding against Grandpa?"

Seeing his blushing and thick neck, Yinfeng picked up the teacup on the table, poured a full cup of tea directly on his face: "Wash your brains well." After that, Yinti turned around and strode away in a daze up.

Yinreng, who got into the car first, waited in the car for a quarter of an hour before Yinti got out. After getting in the car, he leaned to the side and closed his eyes, ignoring him. Naturally, Yinreng was too lazy to talk to him, and each remained silent. language.

The carriage drove back to Yinti's mansion, and entered the side courtyard directly from the back door. Yinti asked someone to arrange a guest room for Yinfeng, while he went back to the residence in the main courtyard to freshen up and change clothes.

After dark, Yinfeng drank his tea absent-mindedly. Seeing the chime clock in the corner slip by little by little, he finally couldn't help calling someone in and asked, "Where's your lord?"

"Already rested."

As soon as Yinfeng heard this, he became angry: "Go and call him, and tell him that if you don't show up within a quarter of an hour, you will go back to the palace now."

"... 嗻." The boy responded, sweating profusely, and ran to the main courtyard to pass on the message.

A quarter of an hour later, when Yinfeng opened the door forcefully and was about to walk away, Yinti was standing outside the door, looking at him with a sullen face.

The two of them stood in a stalemate for a moment, and after the surrounding servants retreated consciously, Yin Reng pouted slightly, turned around and went back to the room, Yin Teng followed and kicked the door behind him.

Hooking the person into his arms with one hand, Yinfeng was pulled staggeringly by him, and almost fell to the ground when he couldn't stand still, and then the person who was pulling him started to tear his clothes roughly, so the anger that had just subsided a little bit suddenly burst into flames again. He got up, also rushed forward, and bit him hard on the neck unceremoniously.

The clothes between the two were in a mess, and they both fell on the bed. They tried their best not to give in to each other, and quickly and rudely teased each other's lust. Yinti pressed Yinrong on his body, and when he lost his patience, he went to be gentle and pleasing He, unceremoniously, deliberately left a bite mark on his body that was deeper than one. Yinfeng was even more unceremonious, biting his shoulder to almost tear the flesh off, and scratching his back with both hands. Deep and shallow scratches.

It's completely like a beast's copulation, there is no warmth at all, Yinfeng opened his eyes in a daze, and met the cold eyes of the presumptuous person on him, the fire in his body was extinguished most of the time, it was almost a subconscious reaction , bent his knees, and bumped into the opponent's lifeblood.

Yinti was unprepared to be kicked by him like this. Under the pain, not only the thing that was swollen and raised up and ready to go straight in so long suddenly softened, but also his body fell on the bed. Yinfeng reacted quickly and took the opportunity to turn over Pressing him down, pressing his arms against his back, pinching his buttocks with one hand, his eyes were red, and he sent himself into his body without any hesitation.

"what--!"

Without doing any pioneering work at all, being forced in like this, the tearing pain caused Yinti to lose his composure and shouted, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, Yinfeng looked down and saw that his lower body was bleeding It came out, and regardless of pretending not to see it, it started to contradict the rhythm crazily without tenderness.

It hurts too much. The last time Yinfeng had done enough foreplay, he got used to it in a few moments. This time, it was like torture. Biting his lips hard so as not to pass out or cry out in embarrassment, in a trance, he realized that Yinreng seemed to treat himself as the prostitute who was allowed to play with him, and he felt even more sad.

Yinfeng didn't hold on for long, too much stimulation soon vented in his body, panting heavily and fell on his back.

Yinti closed his eyes, feeling cold in his heart.

After a long time, Yinfeng sat up, seeing that Yinti was still lying motionless on the bed with his back turned to him, and then looking at his lower body that was muddy by himself, he felt a little guilty for a while, hesitated, and pulled up the veil He wiped it for him indiscriminately, and when he saw the blood was pulled out, he regretted being too impulsive just now.

Then the next moment, someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him down. One of Yinti's hands raised his hands above his head to hold them down, and the other arm was placed across his neck, and his feet were imprisoned. His feet, without any warmth in his eyes, stared at him coldly, almost gnashing his teeth: "You're cool, now it's my turn."

"do not……"

Before he finished speaking, the person who was bullied down bit his tongue. Yinti's strength was actually much stronger than him, and this time he exerted all his strength. Yinfeng couldn't struggle at all, so he was lifted up by him. Standing straight, he felt that his hardened stalk had already pressed against his dry and closed acupuncture point, and there was a tendency to force his way in. Thinking of the bloody scene he saw just now, although it was embarrassing, his body was still intact. Unconsciously trembling slightly.

Originally, Yinti really wanted to fight like a tooth for a tooth and rushed in so hard, but seeing Yinfeng closed his eyes, brows and eyes wrinkled into a ball and bit his lips tightly, and then curled up in his arms, his body tensed and even trembled uncontrollably. At the last moment, he still stopped. He stopped, hesitated for a moment, then let out a soft sigh in his heart, resigned himself to his fate, moved his hand around the front of the hood to make up the soft thing that he had vented once and was now soft because of nervousness, and fell on his lips. Also a lot gentler, patiently comforting him slowly.

As if aware of such a change, Yinti slowly opened his eyes, looked at him suspiciously, met the puzzlement in his eyes, Yinti bit his round earlobe angrily, and murmured: "Mr. I'm not as beastly as you, so I'm not interested in making you drenched in blood."

Yinfeng felt more guilty when he heard it, and shrank back into his arms, raised his legs hesitantly and took the initiative to wrap around his waist, muttering softly: "Then be gentle..."

Yinti couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, most of the anger in his heart subsided, he finished the foreplay patiently, opened up the place enough to accept him, and then slowly sent it in.

Yinfeng pulled down his intimate kiss, and moaned intermittently. This time, he cooperated very well, raised his waist vigorously, catering to his rhythm, so that it was convenient for him to come in and out of his body, watching the temperature and desire in his eyes slow down. Slow to appear again, really take yourself to heaven.

...Sure enough, it is much more wonderful than pure sensuality.

Wrapping tightly around the person on his body, Yinfeng sighed contentedly.

An hour later, Yin Reng wrapped Yin Ti's gown indiscriminately, sat on the edge of the bed and asked him to lie down again, and applied medicine to his injured area.

"hiss……"

Yinti gasped for breath, just now he was full of anger to cover up the pain, but now he calmed down and felt that the pain was ok, so he turned around and gave Yinfeng a hard look.

Yinfeng smiled and turned away his eyes, not embarrassed to look at him at all.

After the medicine was finished, Yinfeng got down on Yinti's back again, and was close to his body, with his fingers intertwined. Yinti turned his head and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Yinfeng hesitated for a moment, softened his voice, and murmured softly: "I didn't mean to..."

Then someone kissed her lips hard.

After the lingering kiss, Yin Reng panted and whispered into his ear slowly: "The person I went to meet is Tuo Heqi, and I just asked him something about the defense of the capital..."

Yinti turned to look at him again in surprise: "You don't really intend to rebel, do you?"

Except for the Nine Gates Infantry, Yinti knew that Yinreng still had a lot of contacts in the Eight Banners and the Six Divisions, and they were only uprooted when they were in the Second Wasteland. It would not be surprising if he really wanted to do that.

Yinfeng smiled: "What if I really want to?"

"……me and you togather."

His network is not as wide as that of Yinfeng, otherwise he would not be regarded as a scourge by Kangxi. The two of them joined forces, be careful, maybe there is no possibility of success, not to mention that now the adult princes are dying one after another. Everyone in Manchuria has also fallen one after another. It is the time when the Manchuria is in trouble and the water is muddy. They do have a chance.

Yinfeng took a bite on his lips in satisfaction: "Okay."