100 New Moon (Tuesday)
It was only on this night that it was clear that he would sleep with a woman, so most of the young princes were impatient. In addition, they knew that the woman would die tomorrow morning, and they would not feel pity for her.
So, this night was basically the royal man's sexual venting.
In this case, the woman who gave the prince sex had a packet of coptis water in her heart.
No matter how hard he pretended to be happy, his expression could not hide his sadness.
But the woman in front of her was just in a daze and didn't know what to think. The woman didn't know if Eleven heard what she said.
But this is not important. The purpose of their coming is to confirm whether Pingyang Hou Shuoyue is poisonous and wave to the women behind him.
The women swarmed up, pulled Eleven up, pushed her to the bed, and stripped her naked.
Eleven wanted to cry but had no tears. He kept shrinking into the quilt. Since he wanted to peel it off, why should he put it on her in that big red robe?
When the woman retreated, she immediately wrapped herself in a quilt and jumped out of bed, threw herself at the window, and was about to open the window to see if there was any way to escape.
There were very light footsteps outside the window. Her hearing was already good, and coupled with the various training she had received at the Gate of Life and Death, she could tell that this room was surrounded by people, and it was impossible to escape from here.
Ling Feng's low voice came from outside the window, "If the person inside resists or hears the sound of the teacup being thrown, Mrs. Yue doesn't have to stay any longer."
Eleven gritted her teeth with hatred, but it was difficult for her to escape from such a situation, let alone save her mother.
"Master Hou." There was a sound of kneeling and worshiping from outside the door, and then I heard the door of the outer room being pushed open.
Eleven looked at the hourglass by the window. It was just past midnight. He gritted his teeth, tiptoed, and jumped back to the bed.
Before I could lie down, the bead curtain squeaked, and a man came in. He had a slender figure and was wearing a well-fitting moon-white robe. The evening breeze blew by, and the hanging corners of his clothes were rolled up, and his clothes were flying like orchids in a deep valley. Elegant and elegant.
He wore a mask of a green beast on his face, covering half of his face, making it difficult to see clearly in the dim candlelight.
There is no room for doubt about the person coming, it is the Marquis of Pingyang who is going to bed on the eleventh day.
Eleven stared at the green ghost face on his face, and the anger just now disappeared.
Ling Yun said that if he didn't release the evil poison tonight, he might not be able to survive.
Someone had to vent his poison tonight.
He came here to survive, so what was wrong with him?
Besides, she was the one who put the poison in his body, and she helped him get rid of the evil poison, so they were both clean.
Although she had seen a lot of things between men and women at the gate of life and death, she took this matter very seriously and was absolutely unwilling to have fun with men at will.
Pingyang Hou is no exception.
How to release the evil poison from him becomes a difficult problem.
In the past few days, Eleven has been in class every day. Although he didn't read those Spring Palace picture albums seriously, he still looked at them to some extent while pretending.
Eleven was wrapped in a quilt and huddled in the corner of the big bed. He went through all the things drawn in the spring palace picture album in his mind and came to the conclusion that for someone who had never touched a man before, he went through it in his mind. For her, this kind of 'guidance' is really too difficult.
He raised his head in frustration, and at some point, Marquis Pingyang was already standing in front of the bed, looking at her with his head tilted, a flash of surprise in his angry eyes.
The servants following him bowed their heads and retreated silently.
"What are you thinking about?" His voice was low and hoarse, as pleasant as ever.
Eleven was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "I want to..." All the pictures in my mind were fragmented, and the last picture was fixed on a man's serious expression, patting his thigh, and that's it, "I want to..." How can I make Mr. Hou happy?"
Marquis Pingyang sneered in his heart when he heard Zhen Niang say that Shi Yi took the initiative to "serve" him in bed so that the two of them would not owe anything to each other. He originally had some doubts, but seeing her look like this, there was no doubt at all.
"Oh?" Pingyang Hou suppressed his anger, and a hint of fun flashed in his eyes as black as paint, "Tell me, how do you want to make me happy?"
Eleven looked up at him, met his eyes as clear as a night pool, and couldn't look anywhere else.
It wasn't until the other party got a little impatient and frowned slightly that he finally came to his senses and forced out a smile, "Why don't we play a game? It's more interesting than that..."
Marquis Pingyang didn't answer, tonight was indeed a game.
He folded his arms and leaned against the thick bed pillar next to him, carefully looking at her little face like a white magnolia petal.
After thinking about it, she still plays so many tricks. This girl is still so interesting, and her eyes can't help but have a little more fun.
Shiyi coughed dryly. It seemed that it was not working. He smiled again and said, "Guidance..."
He still didn't answer, his eyes flickered and his interest became more intense.
He was extremely angry at her purpose, but now he felt that it was good. It was better than being in a dark room and enduring his evil desires alone.
Eleven waited for a while, but saw no further action from him. The smile on his face was a little dry, and it seemed that he could no longer count on him.
Whatever, give it a go.
Since we can't avoid this disaster, it's better to solve it here.
They scrambled to take off his clothes and take off his robe.
Marquis Pingyang was extremely angry and quickly grabbed her arm to prevent her from further movement.
Eleven's heart was also extremely cold, and his movements were blocked. He raised his face coldly and said softly: "How can we do things if we don't take off our clothes?"
Marquis Pingyang wanted to throw her away, but when he saw her taut little face, as if she was looking forward to death, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and half-squinted his eyes, snoring in his heart, "You insist on doing this, why should I be a woman?" Zhiren loosened his grip on her arm.
When Eleven was free, she began to peel off his clothes again. She didn't even take off the inner garment completely. She was twisting and tugging in a mess, and then she started to pull his pants. There was no gentleness or temptation in her movements. 'Confused'.
Marquis Pingyang was speechless. His brocade pants hung on his crotch. He winced in pain and frowned. He saw her staring at the spot where he had reacted. She clenched her little hand into a fist and bit it in her mouth. Just confused.
He was originally burning with evil fire tonight, but his anger had subsided. He was pulled and pulled randomly by her, which was neither gentle nor serious. She scratched his lifeblood from time to time, which made him feel sick. The evil fire jumped to the ground and spread all over the body.
Her dark eyes flashed, this girl is really...
In anger, he joked: "What happens next?" His voice was low and soft.
Eleven suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the huge thing in front of him, and grimaced. The size was really exaggerated...
I was wondering whether it was with my hands.
Maybe... size is less of an issue...
Eleven raised his face and looked at the top of his head, only half of which could be seen. He was still fascinated by the dead man's face and refused to sacrifice his life. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Then..."
"Then what?" The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes became more playful.
"Then..." Eleven's big black and white eyes turned half a circle, and he smiled again, "Then like this."
As he spoke, he took his hand and asked his hand to hold his thick bulge. He imitated the man's vaginal movements in the picture in his mind, and took his hand to try to move.
"This is..." Pingyang Hou was confused.
"Just don't stop, you will feel very comfortable in a while." After saying that, he wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, stepped away, and sat on the innermost side of the big bed, half-squinting his eyes, admiring the handsome man in front of the bed.
This figure, tsk tsk, I didn’t expect that under his civilized appearance, he would have such a good figure. No wonder so many women in the past would rather lose their wealth in order to see him one more time and go to bed with him. life.
Marquis Pingyang was startled for a moment, then looked down at the place where his hand was holding, "That's it?" His voice was a little angry.
"This is very practical. Just in case you want something somewhere and there are no women or men around... this is the best solution." She thought, it should be both comfortable and convenient. Otherwise, why would those men do it themselves?
Marquis Pingyang blushed and finally couldn't bear it anymore, "You mean to let me do it by myself tonight?"
Just as Eleven was about to nod her head and say "Yes," she saw the anger bursting out of his eyes, which could burn her to ashes. How could he dare to light it even a little bit, so he forced a smile.
As soon as her wrists tightened, she was pulled over by him. She felt the quilt slide down, so she quickly tightened the quilt that was about to slide away, regardless of struggling.
He took a step forward, pressed his body down, and pressed her against the bed post, making her unable to move.
Looking at her little hands tightly holding the corner of the quilt, she was angry and funny, "Is this the guidance you have learned these days?"
It was an intoxicating smile, and those eyes were as dark as a bottomless pool, reflecting the firelight, like a handful of broken stars.
These eyes...are very much like a person...
The hazy memories that had disappeared suddenly came to Eleven's mind. The man put him into her heart little by little, and then dug out her heart again. He was the man that she loved and hated so much. …
But those memories are too far away to be captured.
Eleven turned away his face, not daring to look into these eyes anymore, fearing that he would be 'fascinated', and coughed slightly, "This... this is just a warm-up exercise for the Marquis."
It's best if he 'ejaculates' while it's hot, and then the evil fire will be released.
He stretched out his hand, gently caressed her smooth and smooth face with his slender white fingers, and said softly: "Who did you learn these messy things from?" He seemed to be reproaching, but also pampering. , the tone is calm, very soft, very soft, as soft as talking to your lover.
The atmosphere is too ambiguous.
Eleven's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help biting his lower lip. He looked at the narrow eyes in front of him in surprise. In the other person's eyes, there was no trace of lust, only coldness.
This night was definitely not as simple as she thought.
Eleven clenched her fists tightly and stubbornly refused to turn her face to look at him.
The training I received in the past requires me to stay calm at all times. Only by being calm can we deal with any adverse situation.
The stinging pain on her lips allowed her to face him calmly.
She understood that the life and death of herself and her mother were in each other's hands, and if she wanted to survive, she couldn't offend him.
"You didn't ask anyone to teach you."
Pingyang Hou was dumbfounded, what did that damn nanny teach her?
His thumb brushed her clenched lips, held her chin, raised her face, lowered his head, kissed her, and tasted the faint smell of blood on her lips.
"Why did you do that..." He spoke slowly again, his voice cold.
(You can’t eat meat for free, so give me a ticket.)
