Xiong Wuliang turned Siyi over with his hands, letting the little beauty lie on his lap, and then gently patted Xiaoyi's buttocks with his hands...
Q bomb! Soft!
It feels really good!
Xiong Wuliang couldn't help it, used more force, patted it again, and said with an evil smile: "Since you know, why don't you struggle?"
Xiaoyi exclaimed, then hummed and twisted while saying: "I can't escape anyway, so I just won't run away..."
Although he spoke freely, his face was obviously red and hot, and even the roots of his ears were shining red... His eyes flickered at the open door, and he couldn't hide his desire to escape - obviously It's not as indifferent as he said.
Xiong Wuliang laughed.
This is the happy life we dandy losers should live!
Thinking about how many years he had traveled back in time, he actually fought many battles... most of the time, he carried a sword and led an army to the battlefield. I saw countless sword flashes and splattered blood, and I suffered a lot from eating a mouth full of sand.
I remember back then, when I saw the bloody battlefield, I would feel sick all over.
As a result, over the past few years, I have seen corpses all over the mountains and plains, seen corpse pits full of bloody smell, and smelled the smell of corpses burned with kerosene... I even personally ordered that a Qin Dynasty building be built. Jingguan is surrounded by soldiers.
So far, I have desensitized myself by force.
The sight of clusters of heads no longer makes me feel sick, and I am used to the smell of blood.
Tsk tsk, why bother...
Holding the soft body in his arms, Xiong Wuliang leaned down and smelled the fragrance in his hair... Xiaoyi's body is very petite, and she is a classic southern beauty.
The waist is slender, the body is beautiful, and it is soft when pinched gently...the skin is so tender that it seems like water can be squeezed out.
Yes - this kind of life is what I want.
Xiong Wuliang leaned back and laughed amidst Xiaoyi's exclamations... Finally, he sighed quietly: "I won't fight anymore. I'll stay by your side and stay with you more."
Xiaoyi was a little dazed and blinked her beautiful big eyes: "Huh? That's a good thing... The young master has been away fighting, and I am also very worried..."
Xiong Wuliang laughed again.
Generally speaking, outsiders will call Xiong Wuliang 'Quyanghou' or 'Junhou'; people in the fiefdom usually call themselves 'Master' or 'Little Master'... If Zhaoju has a deep hatred for himself, or If you are from an enemy country, you will angrily call yourself 'Mi Liang'er'...
Only Si Yi, and a very few elderly people in the family, would affectionately call themselves 'little master'.
Xiaoyi flipped her hair and obviously noticed that Xiong Wuliang's mood was not quite right, so she asked softly: "Young Master, what's wrong?"
Xiong Wuliang sighed, and after pondering for a while, he told all the prince's suspicions he was facing... Siyi was silent for a long time, and then softly comforted: "If the prince doesn't want that position, he will stay in the fiefdom from now on... which is a good thing." .”
"It's just... there are some things that I'm afraid I can't hide from."
Xiaoyi stroked Xiong Wuliang's hair and laughed softly: "Just relying on this ancient sword on the young master's waist, even if the young master lives in seclusion in the mountains, I am afraid it will arouse the suspicion of the future King of Chu... You forgot What did Qu Yuan tell you when you first got this sword?"
"If you get this sword, you will be the target of public criticism."
Xiong Wuliang was dumbfounded - it was Galen who whispered on the spot, silent and breaking his guard.
Blanch!
According to this, labor and management no longer even have the power to retreat?
Xiaoyi suddenly laughed, changed the subject in an understanding manner, and smiled narrowly: "Young Master, when will you marry Sister Yingzhuo?"
Awkward!
The atmosphere suddenly went wrong... Xiong Wuliang was speechless, and then looked at Xiaoyi, feeling weak in his heart...
Xiaoyi made a face and smiled happily: "We are not stupid - we have already expected it...Sister Ying Zhuo has a cold face and a warm heart. She is a good person."
It looked like he wasn't jealous... Xiong Wuliang breathed a sigh of relief and had evil thoughts. Smiling evilly, he strode out, closed the door, jumped up amidst Xiaoyi's exclamations, and threw himself on the bed...
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Zhao Hua paced in Qu Yuan's study, looking worried to death.
Looking at Qu Yuan again, he smiled peacefully.
"Quzi, look at the Lord's appearance...it's obvious that he's going to be ruined." Zhao Hua paused, his eyebrows furrowed like iron knots: "You and I are familiar, so there's no need to tell false stories - you're not in a hurry. ?”
Qu Yuan smiled and waved his hands: "No hurry, no rush... drink tea first."
Zhao Hua raised his head and drank all the tea in front of him. As a result, he was so hot that he jumped. He felt a big bubble formed in his mouth, which was throbbing with burning pain. It was extremely painful.
After being permed like this, Zhao Hua was so permed that he woke up——
No, generally speaking, Qu Yuan is the one who jumps in a hurry.
This guy has a very anxious temper. Why is he so calm today?
Could it be that he has given up on his ideal of reforming the entire Chu State?
But he saw Qu Yuan taking a sip of tea leisurely and saying with a smile: "Qu Yuan is not in a hurry, so he has a reason not to be in a hurry."
"As you said - now the prince is jealous, so the master is disheartened and wants to live in the fief for the rest of his life... Will the prince not be jealous for the rest of his life?"
"There are 20,000 soldiers in the fief, and there are countless treasures... The prince will ascend the throne as king in the future, can he accept these calmly?"
"In Qu's opinion - the young master has no intention of power, and now he only wants to avoid disaster... But many times, disaster cannot be avoided, and instead it will come to him."
Zhao Hua suddenly realized that he was in a hurry and didn't even understand such a simple truth.
No matter whether you live in seclusion or not, as long as you have the strength, the superiors will definitely continue to be suspicious of you!
Unless Xiong Wuliang takes the initiative to hand over Pingnan Sword, hand over his fiefdom, and hand over the Quyang disciple soldiers... But is this possible?
With the Lord's nature of being greedy for money, if he were asked to hand over Ping'a Port, which he used to make money, wouldn't it be equivalent to killing him? Who wants to take away Qu Yanghou's money bag? It would be strange if the young master doesn't risk his life with him!
"Qu Zizhi, Zhao Mou has been taught a lesson." Zhao Hua's brows also relaxed, and the depression in his heart was swept away.
Qu Yuan smiled slightly and made the final decision: "Let the young master rest for a few years. Quan should give him a holiday... After the prince ascends the throne, trouble will definitely come to his door, and he won't be able to hide even if he wants to!"
Qu Yuan and Zhao Hua, two of Xiong Wuliang's closest confidants, smiled at each other and reached a consensus secretly.
Unfortunately, Xiong Wuliang was having an intensive meeting with Xiaoyi at this time... completely unaware of their 'sinister intentions'...
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