Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

palace, emperor's palace

The Queen is here!

Seeing Yan Xiaowu galloping on his horse from a distance, Zhao An deliberately opened his throat to report in a shrill voice, Yan Xiaowu, who was turning over and dismounting, suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped forward with a whip and gave him a kick: What are you shouting, Ben? The king is not the queen. Damn, now even a eunuch dares to make fun of him? The queen is a woolen yarn, who would rarely be a queen.

Isn't that soon...

Zhao An rubbed his thighs and muttered softly. With Yan Xiaowu's skill, how could he not hear it?

What did you say?

No, nothing, Prince Wu, please come in, Your Majesty is waiting.

Seeing him approaching fiercely again, Zhao An was so frightened that he retreated again and again. The people outside only knew that Prince Cheng's husband was not easy to provoke, but who would know that their son King Wu Jun was also not easy to provoke.

Hmph, let this king hear the word queen again, and this king will screw your head off and use it as a chamber pot.

Glancing at him viciously, Yan Xiaowu strode into the bedroom, and when his figure disappeared in the hall, and after confirming that he could no longer hear his voice, Zhao Ancai wiped away the cold sweat and whispered: It was originally the queen. Well, if the slave's head is really used as a chamber pot for you, you won't be able to use it...

Fortunately, Yan Xiaowu couldn't hear it. If he heard it, he might have to kick him a few more times.

In Fu'an Palace, in order to celebrate the birthday of the little group, Yan Xiaoming ended the morning court early, and the memorials of the ministers were temporarily put aside. When he arrived, he shouted that the little chubby dun'er of the emperor's brother had grown up, and he had also grown into a handsome little man.

Taking off the heavy dragon robe on his body, Yan Xiaoming smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth. He picked up the ordinary clothes on the dragon and put them on one by one. Maybe it was because of his childhood experience. He didn't want to be like other emperors and had to eat. Let people feed him. He is used to doing things that he can usually do by himself, especially simple things like dressing and eating. The maids and eunuchs of Fu'an Palace are undoubtedly the easiest in the entire palace.

When Yan Xiaowu got into the dormitory, what he saw was the picture of him getting dressed with his back to him, and smoothing out the long hair that was scattered behind him. Yan Xiaoming was not slender and weak, at least 180 cm tall. His body proportions are very good, shoulders are shoulders, waist is waist, buttocks are buttocks, and the two long legs are particularly attractive. If Yan Xiaowu was not erotic and appreciation in the past, now he understands everything. , In order to have a beautiful first night with his dear brother Yan, in the past two years, he has been searching for so-called male chūn palace pictures, and he knows better than anyone how attractive his brother Yan is, especially that he is very attractive. And meaty buttocks.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaowu couldn't help swallowing his saliva with difficulty. He walked over with his legs as if he had his own consciousness. Hearing the sound, Yan Xiaoming turned around curiously. Raising a doting and helpless smile, he took the initiative to greet him with open arms. Yan Xiaowu was not polite, he stepped forward and hugged him tightly, burying his head deeply in his neck.

Brother Yan, let's get married soon, don't wait for July next year.

The urn-like tone of voice was mixed with strong resentment and red desire.

...he couldn't help it a little bit.

Haha-I don't mind doing something before marriage, Xiao Wu, you know, I just want you to make you happy.

Pushing him away a little, Yan Xiaoming held up his face with a smile. Since they first got acquainted with sex, there have been a lot of kisses and so on, and it will be gone if they go deeper. Before, he always thought that he must be the one above. He was afraid that his strong desires would frighten him, but in recent years, his stature has become taller and taller, and his whole body is filled with masculinity that even he can't match. The eyes that look at him are always greedy and coveted. Only then did he realize faintly that he was wrong. Xiao Wu said that he wanted to marry him as his daughter-in-law. It was not just a superficial understanding. He wanted to overwhelm him, to have everything he had. He didn't feel that way at all. Whoever asked him to spoil him when he was a child was reluctant to wrong him, and even let him frown even a little bit would be distressed for a long time.

No, I have to wait until the wedding night.

Everyone took the initiative, but Yan Xiaowu frowned and refused without thinking. He really lost control. He even waved his hand and pushed him to sit down in front of the bronze mirror. Long hair: Daddy's hair has always been handled by the father, from the time they fell in love until now, as long as the father is at home, he will always take care of his father's hair, Brother Yan, you will also take care of your hair in the future. .

Yan Xiaowu did not seek his opinion, but had already made a decision. In his mind, there was no more loving couple than his father and father.

Okay, but Uncle Jiuhuang has practiced combing his hair, can you do it?

Yan Xiaoming's eyes were full of ridicule at him through the bronze mirror.

Must do it, right?

He picked up the comb on the dressing table, and Yan Xiaowu proudly showed off while helping him comb his hair: I have already decided that I will love you like my father, Wang, love you in the future. I'm back.

Fortunately, Yan Xiaoqing and Xiaohuzi are not here now. If they were there, they would definitely complain mercilessly. In order to practice combing their hair, she almost didn't make them bald. He was thick-skinned, but he was too embarrassed to show it off.

Hehe... Then I'll give you my hair.

Xiao Wu, who only leads troops to fight and eat, will brush his hair? Look how skilled he looks? Yan Xiaoming expressed reservations, but he always spoiled him, even if

He really can't comb, and he is willing to let him toss.

Don't think I can't hear it, Brother Yan, you don't trust me, right?

Gathering his hair sullenly, Yan Xiaowu flipped his hands in a fit of anger, and quickly tied his hair to the top of his head, and picked up the golden crown set on the small coffee table next to him. , Yan Xiaoming, who saw all this through the mirror, couldn't help laughing, turned around and took his hands: Xiaoqing and Xiaohuzi suffered a lot, right?

Combing one's own hair and combing others' hair are two completely different things. Seeing how skilled he is, he must have practiced, and he has always been saving face. There are only a few people who have practiced, and the first ones to bear the brunt must be Xiaoqing and Xiaohuzi. .

Well... Anyway, wouldn't they be bald?

It's rare that Yan Xiaowu blushed in embarrassment. Can he say how many times he had discussed with Xiaoqing and Xiaohuzi about combing his hair?

Haha you, be careful that Changsheng stumbles you behind your back.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoming couldn't help laughing out loud, stood up and poked his forehead helplessly and indulgently, Yan Xiaowu smiled pippily, and blinked his eyes again and asked curiously, What's the matter with Guan Changsheng? I didn't bother him again.

Should I say you are smart or stupid, you didn't see that Changsheng was very different to Xiaohuzi?

Of course, Xiaohuzi is also different to Changsheng, even if the two basically quarreled from childhood to adulthood.

Is there such a thing?

Yan Xiaowu scratched his head and went out with him. He really didn't see it, no, to be precise, it wasn't that he didn't see it, but all his thoughts over the years were on leading soldiers to fight, marrying a wife and eating food. Above, did not pay attention to other, naturally it is impossible to discover the 'jian love' between good brothers.

Okay, don't think about it, let's go back to Jingyun Villa first.

During the conversation, the two had already left the Fu'an Palace. After Yan Xiaoming said it, Yan Xiaowu was no longer entangled. After getting on the horse, he extended his hand to him. With his strength, Yan Xiaoming easily sat on the horse. On their backs, the two quickly drove away from the palace on tall horses.

【End of this chapter】

Fanwai Thirty-one Little Wen Shangqing [End of Fanwai]

In the golden autumn of October, the capital already has a cool feeling. In recent years, under the improvement and promotion of Baiyun Pavilion, down jackets have become lighter and lighter, and gradually replaced cotton-padded clothes as the mainstream of the aristocratic circle. However, compared with others, they must have status or money. I can only afford the down jacket produced by Baiyun Pavilion, but Jingyun Villa is different. Even an ordinary servant wears a uniform down jacket. There is nothing happier than being a servant in Jingyun Villa. .

But in October, the owner of Jingyun Villa, Yan Shengrui, and Ling Jingxuan, took the family back to the palace. At the same time, Zeng Shaoqing, Yan Xiaohua and other people who owned their own mansions also went back to their respective homes, leaving Ling Jinghan behind in the entire Jingyun Villa. The two brothers, Zhang Qing's family, who have been stuck in Qingguo since the birthday of Xiao Tuanzi in July, and Lao Wang Lao Zhou Lao Song and others, such a large-scale action, not for anything else, just because the big bun Yan Xiaowen We are going to get married, and the one who is married is the only son of the King of Huajun. By that time, the Empress of the Western Kingdom, the Taishanghuang couple, and Prince Hao will all attend the wedding. The Emperor and Empress of the Western Kingdom, who were escorted by Prince Hao, were now.