The fat merchant stood with his head down through the curtain, not daring to move or look around.

The people lying on the bamboo couch did not speak, but drank quietly, and the air was filled with a strange aroma of wine, light, strong and mellow.

Yan Zhong, who was standing in front of the screen, looked at Hong Jin, a medicinal herb merchant outside the curtain, and then looked at the master who was lying on the bamboo couch and drank silently, paused, walked over, and persuaded softly:

"Master, it's important to get down to business!"

Syllable!

The wine cup was smashed to the ground, making a sparse sound, and the contents of the glass flowed to the ground, and the wine was mellow.

Hong Jin was startled by the sudden sound, and the intense anger spread silently with a momentum that seemed to be able to turn the sky over, so frightened that he even trembled the flesh on his stomach.

The maid stepped forward, neatly cleaned up the broken porcelain, and wiped off the wine on the ground.

Yan Ying sat up lazily from the bamboo couch, her faint voice was as cold as snow, but it was very beautiful:

"Made?"

Hong Jin was immersed in that voice for a while, and suddenly came back to his senses, broke out in a cold sweat, hunched his waist, and smiled even more flatteringly:

"Back to my lord, I made it, and it was exactly according to the recipe given by the adult."

As he spoke, he took a golden box the size of a dragon's eye from the hand of the little guy and presented it respectfully:

"Please take a look."

The young man who led him in took it, stepped forward, and handed it to a burly middle-aged man behind the curtain.

Yan Zhong took the box, put it on the square table in front of the bamboo collapse, and opened it, it was a box of shiny powder, shining like a diamond under the bright candle flame, soul-grabbing, with a hint of tempting appetite, so beautiful that people wanted to swallow it in one bite.

The corners of Yan Ying's lips curled into a smile.

"Cui Niang." He called.

A seductive-looking dancer walked through the curtain and walked in, kneeling at his feet as soft as a bone, her face raised, her mouth slightly open, and her charming eyes flashed with a seductive light.

Yan Ying picked up the gold box, poured the powder into her mouth like that, and then poured a cup of spirits, Cui Niang actually had the ability to put it all into her mouth without being choked, she swallowed all the crystal powder mixed with wine, licked her red lips, and smiled softly at Yan Ying.

After a while, the medicinal properties began to attack in her body, and the heat was hot, and her whole body was hot. The pleasure she had never experienced before, her cheeks crimson, her euphoric smile, because of the smooth and moist eyes, all told her excitement and comfort at this time. As if she was confused by her mind, the pleasure / feeling was strong, and at the same time she felt that it was not enough, not enough at all, she looked at Yan Ying with teary eyes, longing, but did not dare to touch, that pitiful appearance was extremely moving.

Yan Ying observed her for a while, then looked away and pointed at the little girl brought by Hong Jin.

Yan Zhong understood, pushed Cui Niang, who was suffering from pleasure, out of the curtain and pushed it in front of the little guy.

Hong Jin is also a good person, understood what the other party meant, and immediately urged the little guy to take the medicine, and the little guy obeyed the order to take the medicine powder, which seemed to take effect faster in the man's body than the woman, and the effect after taking it was stronger than that of the woman.

A man and a woman were catalyzed by the medicinal effect, and the fire quickly became a piece, and the breath of yin/mi spread.

Yan Ying crooked back to the bamboo couch, and the beautiful woman kneeling beside the couch poured wine in the wine cup in his hand, and he sipped it quietly without saying a word.

After tossing outside the curtain for nearly two hours before stopping, Yan Ying laughed, spoke, and asked lazily:

"How many times do you take this medicine before it becomes addictive?"

"According to small tests, the duration of addiction varies from person to person, some people will become addicted after the first dose, and some people will become addicted after two or three times or even longer, but the most people will never quit after two or three times." Hong Kim replied.

"Let's get twenty boxes first." Yan Ying said lightly.

"Yes." Hong Jin should be down.

Yan Ying waved her hand nonchalantly.

Yan Zhong understood, walked out of the curtain and waved his hand at Hong Jin, Hong Jin was stunned for a moment, reacted to the meaning of letting himself go, smiled, gave a salute, and dragged the paralyzed little guy out of the house.

The maid came forward to clear the ground, and the Le Ji dancers all withdrew, Yan Ying suddenly stood up, walked to the window, opened the sash, and the biting cold wind rushed into his heart, making him shiver.

He hates the cold, and his body doesn't quite tolerate it, probably because he's lived in the desert for too long.

The moon was white, hanging in the clear night sky, glowing with a bewildering luster, soft and cool, just like the touch of her skin.

There was a momentary trance in his mind.

"Master," Yan Zhong looked at his desolate back in the candlelight, the uneasiness in his heart increased, he spoke softly, considered the words, and said in a tentative tone, "Princess Chenguang came to Longxi Country at this time, and she was a little strange......

After a moment of silence, Yan Ying laughed and said casually:

"Strange?"

"Yes. In the two years after the discovery of the gold mine, the country of Feng Ming Kingdom was actively in contact with the outside world, first the Yanyun Kingdom, and this time the Long Xi Kingdom, and I heard that this time it signed many trade contracts with the pro-Feng Ming Kingdom and the Long Xi Kingdom. Master, Princess Chenguang, how could she simply come and kiss. ”

"What do you want to say?" Yan Ying was impatient, hooked her lips, and asked in a cold voice.

"The old slave wondered, could it be that Princess Chenguang also knew the secret and came to Longxi Country to rob the master of what he was looking for."

"Even if she does, what about you?"

"Master, if Princess Chenguang does have this intention, then she can't be kept." Yan Zhong's emotions were a little excited, and he said with a serious face, "Princess Chenguang came out alive from the foot of the Holy Son Mountain, and the new goddess has been selected, which means that the goddess Si Tong died on the Holy Son Mountain on that day. No matter how our people probe, they can't hear the news in the Holy Son Mountain, Princess Chenguang has been out of the mountain for two years, and the changes in the Feng Ming Kingdom have been earth-shaking, although it is Si Yujin who is in charge of the Feng Ming Kingdom, but the old slave never thinks that Si Yujin can become like this on his own. Master, the fierce beast has come out, if you don't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the disaster will be endless! ”

He spoke impassionedly, sonorously and forcefully, and his words were full of warnings and threats, which were loyal advice from his heart and lungs.

Yan Ying sneered, raised his white neck, and took a deep breath of cold air, then his emotions calmed down, and he smiled in a mocking tone:

"The kitten has grown into a leopard, are you going to provoke her, aren't you afraid of being bitten off by her?"

"For the great cause of the master, it is not a pity for the old slave to die!" Yan Zhong knelt down and said generously.

Yan Ying turned around, he finally gave him a look, his pale rose-colored lips hooked up like a smile, and he said lazily:

"Aren't you afraid that I'll screw your head off?"

Yan Zhong trembled, he hung his head, gritted his teeth, and admonished word by word:

"When the master achieves a great cause, what kind of woman do you want, why worry about the princess of a wild country."

Yan Ying smiled, he turned his back again, and looked out the window at the moonlight like water, and whispered, like delicate breathing:

"I want to put her in a clear jar and take her with me so she can just look at me."

His voice is gentle, so gentle that it makes people feel creepy.