It was windy and rainy, and the girl's cries were like the flickering embers in the brazier, looming. Zhikari listened silently for a while, and suddenly felt a sense of confusion in his heart.
He didn't quite understand why, after six years, Dongxue still couldn't forget the dead prince. He was a little curious, a little envious, and even had a trace of inexplicable jealousy. That was something he had never felt before.
In Zhiye, there is no Bailing Mountain where Ba Lang stayed. In Qingfeng, there is no Zaoyangji where Ge Shuye accompanied him. There is still no place in the gorgeous Jiankang City.
He should have left at this time, but his steps remained where he was, unmoved. The night wind blew by, and pieces of white mist rolled up quickly and drifted out, like the trance of a young man.
Dongxue's cries were high and low, like a sad and melancholy song, as continuous as spring rain, and with a hint of cold air. After listening to it for a long time, Zhi Shou couldn't help but feel a little anxious. His eyes moved down and fell on the girl.
On the thin mutton-fat white skirt, the skirt was dripping wet and became almost transparent, clinging to the flesh-colored skin. Because of the kneeling posture, the fragrant buttocks wrapped in pink trousers protruded high, as plump as peach, casually
Shaking and trembling with sobs.
Zhikari was stunned for a moment. It's not like he had never seen these before. There were many more beautiful and explicit pictures in erotic palace albums. Even if he had seen them in the past, he never felt strange. But for some reason, the girl's trembling buttocks accompanied by
With sobs of sorrow, his heart jumped suddenly, and then again, each time more intense than the last, as if an egg shell had broken deep in his body, and a young animal was about to jump out, letting out a childish and wild cry.
Roar.
Zhiqiu Zhen looked away as if avoiding a snake and scorpion, suddenly opened his hood, and let the heavy rain whip like a whip, lashing his head and face, and dripping down his neck into his chest.
The rain is cold and cold, but this is the rain on a spring night, but it is hot and scorching in my bones, like fire. The water flows in my chest and crawls across my lower abdomen, constantly generating waves of heat. It is so deep.
I took a deep breath, even the breath I exhaled was hot.
He subconsciously grabbed the sword at his waist, but it was empty. Only then did he remember that he had thrown the sword away. Zhikari closed his eyes, breathed evenly, focused on his consciousness, and forcibly suppressed his weird emotions. p>
After a while, he calmed down and turned around to leave. Suddenly he heard Dongxue's cries stop: "Your Majesty, I know that you will never die in peace."
Zhi Kaizhen suddenly shuddered and stopped. The six heirs of Yongning Hou died of illness one after another, which has always been a mystery in his heart. This matter should be closely related to Prince Qiao, but no matter how powerful the prince is, he cannot be in Yongning.
A prominent family like the Hou Mansion had eliminated six people in a row. According to his guess, there might be an insider from Prince Qiao in the Hou Mansion.
"Xue'er will avenge you!" Dong Xue slowly raised her head, her voice was stern, "Every day and every moment in the past six years, Xue'er has been thinking about how to avenge you. Your prince, Xue'er will definitely find an opportunity.
Your spirit in heaven must protect me."
Zhikarizhen's eyes flashed, and when he was about to continue listening, the eight-winged golden cicada suddenly chirped, and dozens of feet away, a gracefully moving black shadow was reflected on the sea of his consciousness. It was Zhikarizhen's magical performance all the way.
The padlock technique in the lock technique is a warning placed around the perimeter. Once someone approaches this lock of consciousness, the lock will quietly hang on the person like a cocklebur stuck to the fur of a beast, and throw the image into the sea of consciousness.<
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"Other people say that, Your Majesty, you are obsessed with practicing martial arts, but Xue'er knows that's not the case." A light of hatred flashed in Dongxue's beautiful eyes, and the light even forced back the surrounding darkness, "In the middle of the night, Xue'er has been hiding in
Outside the window, I secretly look at you."
A wind and rain roared by, the branches swayed, and the black image in the distance was like a ghost floating with the wind, silently approaching the bamboo pavilion, its eyes turned white like a ghost.
It’s Po Huang!
Zhikarizhen's heart moved, he raised his toes, and a stone shot out, hitting the tree trunk next to the pavilion with a "snap".
"Who?" Dongxue was startled when she heard the sound, glanced around in panic, and hurried away holding the memorial tablet. After a few breaths, Huang Po appeared in the bamboo pavilion. She was wearing a large black cloak with a pleated hem.
It hung down to the ground, with no legs visible, and it seemed to be floating when it moved. Huang Po glanced at the brazier on the ground, glanced in the direction where Dongxue left, and let out a cold laugh of "Jiejie".
Zhi Kaizhen stayed still until Huang Po left, and then stepped into the bamboo pavilion. The brazier was filled with black ashes, and the smell of fireworks slowly drifted away, but the extinguished sparks in the basin seemed to be in Zhi Kaizhen's heart.
It lit up, flickering on and off. He stood quietly for a while and then quietly returned to the pavilion.
When I got up the next day, the rainstorm was beginning to stop. Zhi Kaizhen suddenly felt something strange, and quickly waved away Qiuyue who came to serve him. He looked around and saw that there was no one around him, pulled open the colorful engraved silver mink satin quilt, and looked down at the white obscene clothes.
The front of the pants is dark in color, feels sticky and wet, and exudes a faint fishy smell.
Zhi Qingzhen was stunned for a long time, took off his underwear and hid it in a hurry. The whole morning, he became in a trance, in the mist. Chunhua's trembling chest, Qiuyue's swaying waist, Xia He's round thighs,
Dongxue's upturned buttocks swayed back and forth in front of him, like gurgling water flowing under the eaves of the pavilion, twisting and swaying, and the rain was still filled with a strong sense of spring.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Xia He called repeatedly.
"Ah, what?" Zhikari came back to his senses, and his eyes involuntarily slid to the maid's fair neck. Under the light, the thin and soft fluff was golden, and the fragrance was faintly coming.
"Your Majesty, Mrs. Zhao, please go there immediately." Xia He glanced at Zhi Huazhen in surprise.
"Mrs. Zhao? Oh, it's my mother." Zhi Shou was slightly surprised. In addition to routine greetings and pretending to be a filial son in front of outsiders, he did not have much involvement with Zhao Dieniang. This time he came to see him specially.
Go, I'm afraid something happened.
"The Minister of Sanqi of Menxia Province, General Tianluo Guard arrests Ning Xiaoxiang and pays homage to Mrs. Zhao."
In the living room of Fengyi Garden, a man wearing a gold-embroidered and crimson Tiger Lieutenant's official uniform cupped his hands towards Zhao Dieniang, took the rain-green teacup handed to him by the maid, and took a gentle sip. p>
He is in his early thirties, with a fair complexion and a neatly groomed thin mustache. The slightly raised corners of his mouth are like a crescent moon, as if he is smiling at any time, and his smile is as clean as spring water in the mountains.
"Master Ning, you are polite." Zhao Dieniang bowed slightly and felt a shiver in her heart. Tianluo Guard is a secret agency of the Jin Dynasty. It can be said to be bloody and ruthless. Similar to the Embroidery Department of Da Yan, Tianluo Guard specializes in arresting people.
Kill important criminals, spy on intelligence, and directly obey the orders of King Jin Ming. The Minister of Sanqi is just an official title, but the Chief Tianluo Guard has the real power to arrest, and he can be called His Majesty's confidant.
"I wonder why Mr. Ning came to look for me and An'er?" Zhao Dieniang sat back on the Xiang Fei bamboo chair and asked in a sweet voice.
Ning Xiaoxiang always had a cheerful face and a gentle attitude: "It's because of the death of the eldest princess."