Multiple crimes

"What a big tone. Punish me? Can you cure me?" Er Zhurong circled his neck and looked at Yuan Ziyou playfully: "The emperor still doesn't understand... If you will listen to me obediently If you don't mind your heels and mouth, nothing will happen. I didn't want Yuan Zhao's life. If you didn't break into Lingzhao Pavilion at night, he is still alive and kicking. I eat and drink every day Serve him, and after a few years, maybe he will be made a king. Yuan Ziyou, it was you who killed him, not me!"

"You said... I killed him?" Yuan Ziyou froze for a moment, showing an incredulous expression.

"Think about it for yourself!" Er Zhurong was not in the mood to pester him any longer, turned around with a cold snort, and put his hands on the edge of the pool to go up.

Yuan Ziyou's eyes flickered, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the other party's back was facing him, his upper body leaned forward, and one leg rested on the edge of the pool.

Er Zhurong's body line is very beautiful.Well-proportioned muscles thinly cover the delicate skeleton, strong but not big, slender but not thin.At this moment, after being soaked in hot water, the originally fair skin was slightly reddish, and under the water mist, it looked extraordinarily smooth and smooth.

Yuan Ziyou's gaze followed his shoulders, slipped across the slightly protruding spine, wandered around the waist for a while, and finally stopped at the waist.

——The man's buttocks were naturally tilted back due to the posture of going ashore, exposing the water.Seeing this, Yuan Ziyou let out a muffled laugh from his nasal cavity, raised his hand in a mysterious way, and slapped the raised mound.

The sound of skin and flesh colliding with water splashed in the bathroom, clear and crisp, with a lingering sound.

Er Zhurong stopped his movements in some confusion, maintaining that posture of not going up or down, as if he was wondering where the sound came from.

It took two or three seconds before he turned his head and looked at Yuan Ziyou in disbelief.

Just as Yuan Ziyou was about to speak, his eyes blurred, and then his neck tightened, and he was grabbed by his chest.

"Yuan Ziyou! Don't go too far!" The other party's voice seemed to be suppressed from the chest, obviously extremely angry: "Are you courting death?"

Yuan Ziyou felt a little regretful at this moment, feeling that he shouldn't have made him angry, but...he rubbed his palms, and the touch of skin and flesh still lingered on his fingertips before it could dissipate, it was crispy, greasy, and full of elasticity.

Ha, it feels really good!

Seeing that he was still laughing at this time, Er Zhurong became even more angry, and with all his strength, he lifted him up by the buoyancy of the water.Yuan Ziyou's feet were empty, and he lost his focus in an instant, screaming and struggling vigorously.

Er Zhurong turned a deaf ear to his yelling, turned his body sideways and sent his arms outward, intending to just throw him out of the pool.Unexpectedly, at the moment when the force was applied, Yuan Ziyou suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked his neck desperately.Er Zhurong couldn't hold back, and was led to charge forward, and the two of them fell on the edge of the pool together.

Yuan Ziyou lay on his back, his internal organs were almost dislocated by the shock, but there was no pain.After gasping for breath twice, he stared blankly at Er Zhurong who was lying above him, and raised his hand to press on the other's chest.

A dark red scar stretched from the collarbone to the right rib. It was thick, long and ferocious, and looked particularly abrupt on the fair chest—it was the result of being greeted by Yuan Ziyou with a horsewhip two days ago.

I don't know what high-quality wound medicine was used, but the wound has healed and scabbed in just two days, but after soaking in hot water for a long time, it has become soft and white.Yuan Ziyou slowly bent his index finger and pressed hard on the blood scab. His nails easily sank into the flesh, and blood seeped out from the wound.

I wonder if there will be scars left here in the future?

Er Zhurong frowned in pain, propped up his upper body to avoid Yuan Ziyou's hand, but stopped halfway through the movement, his body became stiff unnaturally—something was sticking hard under his body own thighs.

As a man, Er Zhurong certainly knew what it was, but he never expected that the other party would suddenly become excited, and immediately froze there dumbfounded.On the other hand, Yuan Ziyou lay on the ground with nothing to do with himself, struggling to adjust his posture from time to time.The thing then followed suit, rubbing hard against Er Zhurong's lower abdomen and sliding down to his waist.

Er Zhurong got goosebumps in an instant, rolled over quickly and stood up, raised his hand to cover the part of his waist that was rubbed - it was sticky and wet, and he didn't know if it was pool water or something else.

With a gloomy face, he walked around Yuan Ziyou and walked out. When he came to the door, he turned around and said, "Be patient, I will send you a few women there in two days!"

Yuan Ziyou was still lying on his back, with his two calves still hanging in the pool.Turning his head away with some effort, he saw a clear palm print on the place behind the opponent where he was beaten, and laughed with a "chuck".

The door opened and closed again, only to hear Er Zhurong's angry voice from outside: "Prepare hot water! Send it to my room... You, go and get him out! Don't let him stay here overnight!" Then There was another sound of messy footsteps.

After the commotion, a little maid opened the door and walked in.

The girl lowered her head all the way, as if a little scared.Walking to Yuan Ziyou's side, he just called out: "Your Majesty...", then suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, pressing back the scream that came out of his mouth.

The man lay stretched out, his robe was lifted up to cover his stomach, and his trousers were pulled down to the knees, clinging to his calf and half submerged in the water.The thing under him stood up straight, and he couldn't hold it firmly with both hands.

Where has the little maidservant seen such a scene, she blushed and was about to leave.However, the man growled hoarsely, "Don't go... come here!"

When Yuan Ziyou said this, his brows were still furrowed, his eyes were closed tightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with the rise and fall of his chest, comparing frantically with each other.

The little maid who was summoned did not dare to disobey the emperor's will, and although she was timid, she still walked to the side of the pool as she said.

Yuan Ziyou turned his head sideways with red eyes, but he was slightly disappointed—it wasn't the maid who led him the way earlier.

Swallowing his saliva, he decided not to worry about it for the time being, and reached out to grab the maid's ankle.Who would have thought that the girl shrieked and avoided his hand.Realizing that she had disobeyed the emperor, she immediately knelt down in horror and kowtowed on the ground: "The emperor atones! The emperor atones!"

Yuan Ziyou seemed to have been poured cold water on his head, and felt disappointed for a moment.Turning his head back with a sneer, he stopped talking to the maid at the side and concentrated on competing with his little brother.After three or five blows, he straightened his legs with a low growl, his crotch suddenly arched upwards, and finally ejaculated.

Yuan Ziyou held his breath for two or three seconds, and waited until the aftertaste of pleasure had completely passed before exhaling, curled up limply and sat up.

He took off his dripping trousers and wiped all the stains sprayed on his lower abdomen and thighs. He sat and rested for a while, then stood up and began to undress and peel off the dragon robe that was close to the skin.

The little maid on the side was still kneeling on the ground and did not dare to get up. Yuan Ziyou casually threw the wet clothes he had taken off to the side, raised his foot and tapped her shoulder, and said, "Bring a set of clean clothes."

The little maid looked up in embarrassment, saw the man's naked body and hurriedly looked away: "Go back to the emperor, no, there are no clean clothes...only the general..."

"I told you to bring clean clothes here! You fucking don't understand human language?" Yuan Ziyou completely lost patience with the woman's trembling, frightened and dull appearance, and kicked her chest with his leg.

The little maid was kicked and fell obliquely, her hair was scattered, her cheek hit the hard stone brick floor, and her mouth was full of blood.Yuan Ziyou wanted to go over and make another kick, but the other party seemed to have been kicked open, he got up with his hands and feet together, ran out with a limp, and came back with a stack of white underwear for him after a while.

It is a crime to embezzle the general's clothes without authorization, and most of them will be punished if they are found out.However, the man in front of him is much more terrifying than the general, and if he doesn't follow his wishes, he might lose his life!