The sound of glamour, the rich elixir. The house is full of splendour, and the beauty is fluttering.

Murong Cuo's shirt was slightly open, and his arm rested on the waist of the girl in front of him, and Yan Huo watched meaninglessly, kneading a few times from time to time.

The girl was in pain, and her expression became more and more painful and desperate, but she did not dare to make a sound. She forced a smile, supported his heavy body, endured the pain of the flesh and skin that she was almost used to, and the lip flap that she unconsciously bit was extraordinarily crimson, which contrasted with the pure and immature face that suppressed all kinds of emotions, and became more and more seductive and tyrannical.

"What are you doing, doesn't the king of Yanjun also think that my place is shabby?"

The gaze is like water across the girl, as if it is condensed for thousands of years in a moment, and after several dissolving, only the eyes are mottled. He stood with his hands in his hands, his posture was leisurely and elegant, and his voice was like hitting jade. "The eldest prince summoned me, what is the matter?"

Murong Cuo was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly remembered the appearance of this fallen peerless Tianjiao fourteen years ago. At that time, there were 40,000 people in Jokhang, who could compete with it!

But now, the belly of Hanyu is empty on the surface, even if it can still support Xiao Xiao's solemn and solemn posture in the past, it can only make him more and more pitiful.

Thinking of this, Murong Cuo, who had been swept away, was relieved of his anger. He beckoned, and the horse, a twelve or thirteen-year-old maid, knelt before him. Yan Huo was stunned, and his eyebrows were puzzled.

Murong Cuo snorted, as if laughing at his lack of knowledge. He got up, the girl knelt behind him in a few steps, and as soon as he got into a pose, Murong Cuo sat down without slowing down half of his strength. The girl's arm went limp, and she was almost overwhelmed.

Murong Cuo was displeased, and scolded: "Useless." ”

The girl's face suddenly turned pale, and her whole body withered like a flower. She seemed to know her fate, two strings of tears fell from her empty eyes, and her body trembled slightly.

The soft touch under the buttocks, the tip of the nose lingers with the fragrance of a virgin and the rich aroma of wine. Murong Cuo's eyes were half-squinted, as if he was reminiscing about something, and his expression was intoxicated. He beckoned Yan Hui, "Don't look at the chair as small, but it's extremely comfortable to sit on." King Yan Jun tried it, and if he was not satisfied, he would change it to another one. ”

"Please sit down." The virgin kneeling in front of him tilted her head slightly, her eyes begging.

Suddenly, Murong Cuo kicked the virgin in the abdomen. "Whose chair will speak? Hmph, this little thing can't be done, what is this prince doing raising you group of waste! ”

The virgin slumped to the ground, her slightly curled body convulsing uncontrollably. Her eyes widened like a dying fish, with tears and snot running wildly. Even though it hurt so much that it was hard to breathe, he still squirmed his lips and desperately begged for mercy.

"The poor training of the servants actually made this group of cheap maids ruin the mood of King Yan Jun. Come, taste the jade dew of the spring that I have treasured for a long time. Murong Cuo turned back, took the feather-colored wine jug, filled a glass for him personally, and handed it to him.

Yan Huo didn't move for a long time, and Murong Cuo's expression turned cold, "Why, King Yan Jun doesn't look down on the wine of this prince?" ”

The black eyes that hide thousands of emotions are like an abyss, dark and gloomy, even if there is the light of the sun, it will be swallowed up. He looked at Murong Cuo fixedly, and asked as if he couldn't bear it: "Does the eldest prince want to repeat the old things?" ”

"Yes and what, and what is not?" Murong Cuo didn't care, since he dared to play with the girl in front of Yan Hui, he was not afraid of Yan Huo turning his face. Back then, Yan Mansion was in the middle of the day and didn't dare to do anything to him, but now what can he do. "Could it be that the king of Yan County wants to cry and run to his father to complain? Just like General Yan did back then. ”

Yan Huo clenched his fists back and forth, falling into silence. Murong Cuo stared at him indeed, not missing any of his emotional changes.

Yan Huo's changing face pleased him, and Murong Cuo patted him on the shoulder, "Since you're here, don't hold it." Those who know the times are Junjie, and the king of Yan Jun's body is broken, so don't have problems with his brain. ”

Yan Huo laughed.

Murong Cuo was puzzled, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Yan Hui hooked his lips, "The eldest prince is right, those who know the times are Junjie." ”

Murong Cuo was overjoyed, and his smug smile first bloomed, and then stiffened at the corner of his lips.

"Sixteen years ago, this king swore in front of Yuran's grave that he would not let you and the Yuan clan die a good death. Although this king can't do it now, it is more than enough to pull the eldest prince and you to hell alone. Yan Hui's tone was flat, but under this calm, he suppressed the turbulent waves and supreme hatred.

The jaw that was not covered by the mask was tense, and a pair of dark eyes were rolling blood. was pierced through the deepest pain in the heart, and the anger that erupted in an instant was enough to destroy the world. He is like a beast cornered, ready to burn the enemy's jade at any time.

"Smack" - the flask fell to the ground, and the rich aroma of wine came from the bottom up. Murong Cuo's heart was stunned, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"You, you dare to ......" Murong Cuo raised his voice, but the last word was too weak to speak. He swallowed his saliva, and supported the dignity of the prince with a strong heart.

"The eldest prince can try whether this king dares or not. In addition, these two people, this king took away. ”

……

As soon as Yan Huo left, the tense air relaxed for a moment, and the musicians and dancers around who were trying their best to pretend not to exist finally dared to gasp for breath.

Murong Cuo's face was completely blackened, He He gasped, and his handsome face distorted.

"Rubbish! Evil seed! "He spun in circles out of control, kicking people and falling when he touched objects...... When his anger was almost vented, he yelled "Get down", and in an instant the others retreated like a tide.

"Your Highness......"

Murong Cuo squinted his eyes and said unhappily: "You asked me to do it, I did it, did you see anything?" ”

The person who came was dressed in a crow green official uniform, which seemed to be similar to the fourth-rank military attaché, but there was a moon-printing mirror embroidered on his chest.

"The lower official only mentioned asking His Highness to invite King Yan Jun to come over to the mansion, not to reveal his scars."

"Are you questioning what this prince is doing?"

The person who came bowed slightly, and his posture was very respectful but could not be felt. "At that time, the king of Yan Jun was only twelve years old, and he was ambushed alone on the way to the queen's relatives, if it wasn't for the timely receipt of the news by the Fuming Division, His Royal Highness would have been a dead soul under the knife."

"Y-shut up!" was exposed that the past was unbearable, and Murong Cuo stared wide-eyed.

"His Royal Highness, you know exactly how much it cost the queen to protect you from the Yan Mansion. Now there are two sisters and brothers left in Yan Mansion, Yan Jue has already broken off the future, and Yan Jue will not die soon. It is said that barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes, and you dare to stimulate Lin Yuran's thing...... Ha, Xia Guan really wants to praise you for your courage. ”