African Meat Showcase

Chapter 18

After a break from the music in the teaching workshop, the cold food banquet was over. The glory and aura that filled the palace building had not yet dissipated. All the officials knelt down to worship the emperor's gift and went back.

The lotus pond is luxuriant, and the wind is lifting the lotus. In the reflection, the courtiers in brocade clothes and high crowns walk past the vermilion railing one by one. Yang Chiyue is one of them, and also the most outstanding one.

After leaving the palace gate, many officials chatted up the hot prime minister. Someone stood not far away, looking at those people, either flattering or harboring malicious intentions, but Yang Chiyue dealt with them one by one gently and politely.After standing for a while, Xu Shi felt that he was too abrupt, Xu Shi had something on his mind, so he turned around and left, not waiting for Chang Ge to return together.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Cang Yun's movements, and Yang Chiyue calmly brought the topic into the farewell stage.

Sitting in the carriage, he habitually sat upright and tidied up his clothes. His mind went through political affairs and imperial affairs one by one, and finally passed on Yan Shanguang.

After being persuaded many times, Yan Shanguang just refused to listen.Thinking of this, some waves finally appeared on Yang Chiyue's calm face.

When they arrived at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, only the guards were waiting for them, and this kind of disturbance was even more subtle.

The night dew was slightly cold, and he was wearing a white robe with a blue skirt, which was difficult to keep out the cold. He still stretched out his thin shoulders, straightened his back, and refused to lose his composure and shrink back.The surroundings are very quiet, as if even the insects and birds have been silenced by the cold food and fireworks, only he is walking through the wooden corridor rustlingly, the jade pendant on his waist is clanging.

The fringe-draped lanterns flickered yellow, sketching the shape of the eaves, and the overlapping of branches and leaves. Only his figure was described in detail: his clothes fluttered on the ground, and he strolled through.

That kind of style, unsurprisingly, attracted coveted people.

When passing through the corner pavilion, someone flashed out from the darkness, hugged his waist from behind, and buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder.

Familiar smell, just a little more alcohol.

Yang Chiyue didn't struggle, and Ren Yanshanguang's arms tightened.

A sigh-like whisper, in his ear, so softly and softly, calling him "Ayue".

He raised his hand to caress the white feathers on the top of Cang Yun's head, but the other party was attracted by his beautiful side face, thinking that the sparkle on the small nose was a star falling into the mortal world, so he stretched out his tongue to lick it.Yang Chiyue hesitated for a moment, and before she could reprimand, Yan Shanguang showed even more naked desire——

He wanted to untie Yang Chiyue's belt.

When he touched this waist, he couldn't help it.

No, as early as when he saw Yang Chiyue changing into new clothes with narrow sleeves and waist, and walking slowly in front of him with rippling hair, he had an evil fire.

Noticing Yan Shanguang's intentions, Yang Chiyue wanted to hide, but she just tore off her belt, her outer robe fell apart, and the belt attached to it fell to the ground, causing her appearance to be in a mess.He grabbed Cang Yun's insatiable hand and said, "Nonsense, this is outside!"

This remark reminded Cang Yun, Yan Shanguang looked around, his eyes lit up when he saw the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, and without any resistance, he took him over and pressed him on top.

Forced to lie on the stone table in the pavilion, feeling her hair slipping down the edge of the table, Yang Chiyue began to regret picking up the crying bag on the side of the road, liar, I never saw Yan Shanguang cry after that, it wasn't him at all The imaginary little book boy.

It turned out that Yan Shanguang was a child of Wu Fu's family, and he was very naughty.When he was young and ignorant, he found it novel. Although he didn't participate in it, he always helped Yan Shanguang's mischief as a cover. After getting along for a long time, he couldn't do without this company for good or bad.

Although Yang Chiyue is a few years older than Yan Shanguang, her physique has always been inferior to him. She has a reserved temper and is handsome. She was often bullied when she was a child. Prescription.

With this move, he went from being an ignorant child to being a great wise country minister.

Right now, the dignified prime minister is being pinned down by his subordinates.

The soft and greasy tongue is like patrolling the territory, aggressively conquering in his mouth, sweeping across the teeth, and entangled with the tip of the tongue, lust is like the sea, lips and tongue are like boats, and the breath of the two is blended.

As soon as her mouth was released, Yang Chiyue said anxiously: "What if someone passes by!"

Yan Shanguang kissed his earlobe, and said: "There are few people in the inner courtyard, and...it's not like we haven't been bumped into before."

"That can't be outside, as expected... ah..." Yang Chiyue still wanted to argue, but the hot air blown into his ear socket cut off his words, and he caught a glimpse of something coming towards his face in a daze. Catch his eyes and fasten it firmly on the back of his head.In the pitch-black world, there came a voice as thin and ambiguous as Yan Shanguang's night mist, "Ah Yue can cover her eyes and not see." After finishing speaking, he tied Yang Chiyue's hands behind his back again.

Then, armor-covered fingers picked into his flat collar, unbuttoned his blouse, started from the hollow of the collarbone, and kissed in the quiet night, like a pious believer, a pilgrimage step by step road.

Yang Chiyue has always raised the picked Yan Shanguang as a relative, but unexpectedly this little brat put him on the bed, ate him up and wiped him off. After that night, instead of calling him "brother Chiyue", he called him "Ayue" .

Such a tall and strong man stood in front of him, with broad shoulders catching the morning sun, a deep face that was immature but still cheerful, Yang Chiyue agreed to the call, and after that, he became more and more There is no way to get Yan Shanguang.

So much so that today's Yan Shanguang dares to say deceptive words and force him to play weird and interesting tricks.

The lonely lantern perches in the corner of the pavilion, witnessing the happening of love affairs. Its light is dim, which obscures the solitude of intertwined bamboo shadows, but cannot obscure the beauty of the jade body.Due to the restraint of his arms, Changge had to straighten his chest, flaunting the two red plum blossoms in the snow on his chest, trembling pitifully in the night wind.

Yan Shanguang saw that his throat was tight, he lowered his head to hold one Yantang, and took care of the other with his hands, sucking with his mouth, digging with his hands, different methods, the same made Yang Chiyue's body twist and pant again and again.

The stone table was not big, and Yang Chiyue only rested the back of his head on the table. The jade crown on his head couldn't bear the gravity of hanging upside down, and slowly slid down.Yang Chiyue is useless, not to mention there is still a head on the chest, Yang Chiyue hurriedly said: "The crown... the crown is about to fall to the ground, it can't be..."

Yan Shanguang raised his head and indeed saw the heavy jade crown on Changge's bun, which was precariously on the verge of falling.Knowing the importance of scholars, he helped Yang Chiyue take off the crown and put it away.The soft blue silk slipped out from the crown, scattered like a waterfall, and there was still a flower branch stubbornly inserted in the black hair.

Seeing the flower, the corners of his lips twitched a few degrees, and he said, "Ah Yue, I don't like you wearing flowers."

Changge didn't follow him, but said: "The poems at the banquet are the first ones, and the Holy One personally bestows imperial flowers, envying all the officials, why don't you like it?"

Cang Yun didn't answer, because the reasons for his dislike were even more absurd.

Yang Chiyue is wearing this flower, it's so beautiful.

The jade crown with pink petals, a handsome man who is as polished as a mill, and the endless gentleness of the world of mortals.He knew that the moment when Yang Chiyue bowed her head to receive the gift, it was the attention of all the officials in the palace, the jealousy of the female relatives outside the curtain, and the elegant allusions that have been sung for generations behind her.

The gazes of the people at the banquet frequently drifted to Yang Xiang, who was sitting in a row of generals, equally fascinated.

Yan Shanguang couldn't stand Yang Chiyue's attire: the solemn jade crown neatly pressed down the black hair, and two strands of silk sash hung from behind the ears, draped over his chest, making the red clothes look like a wat, and the bells rang like a tripod. Luxurious, lavish and luxurious, he rubbed his brains on this man, but he still has a kind of bland character, which made Yan Shanguang unable to hate him, and only wanted to respect him, pity him, and love him.

What kind of posture is that, the meticulous right lapel tightly seals the neck and neck, Linglong's chin is placed flat on it, the corners of the eyes and the brows are full of defenseless modesty, making people want to disturb his dignified kneeling, want to put The radiant silhouette rendered by the glazed lamp pressed under him, violating him, forcing him to show a coquettish attitude that would never be revealed outside of strict observance.

That is now.

Yan Shanguang lifted the Yuezhou celadon teapot on the side, and poured the cold tea on Yang Chiyue.

Caught off guard by the cold water, Yang Chiyue exclaimed and struggled, but it was useless except to make the tea poured more evenly.He couldn't see it, he only knew that the water flow stopped suddenly, he thought the tea had run out, and the next moment he felt cold——

Yan Shanguang poured the remaining tea on his crotch.

Yang Chiyue's whole body tightened along with her lower body, and she couldn't scream. Finally, when the tea was used up, Yan Shanguang threw the teapot on the ground, and the pieces hit the iron boots, but he was unmoved.

The crown and gown were untied and wet, and the glamorous attire of the Prime Minister of the country was finally messed up.

Yang Chiyue, who had recovered a little bit, wanted to teach Yan Shanguang intermittently. He didn't know that his wet body at the mercy of others was like a delicious dish glowing with oil. Big hair.

Yan Shanguang acted quickly.

"Hey--" The cracking sound of brocade silk pierced the quiet night sky, Yan Shanguang directly tore off Changge's pants, and the pink and jade-carved genitals lay between the cold and pale thighs, so pitiful.

Taking off his gauntlet, Yan Shanguang put his hand into his vermilion lips, and violently messed with it. Amidst Yang Chiyue's sobbing, he pulled out the silver-threaded saliva, and probed towards the closed back acupoint.

Rough fingers pushing hard in the tunnel is a feeling that most men have never experienced. Yang Chiyue doesn't know when she started to get used to being inserted.

After hastily expanding, Yan Shanguang straightened his waist and penetrated to the end.

The pain went from the acupuncture point to the deep intestine, and then affected the meridian, spreading to all the limbs.Yang Chiyue felt her eyes heat up, and tears welled up, and she was crushed silently by the blindfold.

The flexible intestine uses flesh and blood as a net, desperately restraining the trapped beast that collides with it, until it is scarred, it still can't calm down its violent inquiry.

Gradually, the acupoints that had been buffed and thick got used to the thrusting, and began to secrete hot fluid, which gently watered the penis, making it bigger and harder.

Gasping from between Changge's white teeth, the copulation was getting better, Yan Shanguang chose to lean over at this time, and said: "Ah Yue... let me go to the northern border to lead the army."

Yang Chiyue, who was about to sink into the sea of ​​desire, suddenly woke up. After all, Yan Shanguang was still thinking about this matter.

Yan Shanguang originally stayed by Yang Chiyue's side as a private guard.

During a palace change, Yang Chiyue temporarily asked him to lead the team, and unexpectedly made a small contribution. When nominating him, he selfishly asked for a reward for Yan Shanguang, so that Yan Shanguang officially entered the army. Because of his talent and his recommendation, he was promoted step by step. .

Once the bird's wings are plump, it is difficult to keep.Until now, he didn't know whether his original decision was right or wrong.

The older he grew up, the more Yan Shanguang realized that Yang Chiyue could not be protected by himself alone; a pair of swords and shields could not block the turbulent undercurrent of officialdom.He also needs...power, and in Jingzi, which is firmly controlled by the emperor, no matter how he is promoted, he will only be a beautiful vase.

Therefore, he wanted to lead the empty northern border and develop his own power.For Yang Chiyue, it is undoubtedly of great benefit to have an absolutely loyal person in the frontier defense.

Yang Chiyue understands, but how can he rest assured that Yan Shanguang will leave the golden wind and drizzle capital, and go to the dangerous battlefield, not to mention that it is difficult to meet each other, if there is something wrong with Yan Shanguang...

"No." Yang Chiyue shook her head.

"I've grown up, can you keep me by your side forever?"

The lower body is still glued together, but in his mouth he talked about the matter of the world.Yang Chiyue fell into silence. Yan Shanguang has ambitions, so he really shouldn't be trapped in Chang'an, where singing and dancing are peaceful.

"Ah Yue, I'm a man, I don't want to stay in Chang'an and enjoy the glory and wealth you give me, I want to make contributions!" Yan Shanguang insisted.

After arguing with Yan Shanguang on this issue for a long time, each of them talked about countless reasons, but they refused to give in. Yang Chiyue was already very tired.He knew that if he insisted on refusing, Yan Shanguang would stay and spend the rest of his life in his arms...

"Okay, you write the letter yourself, and I will arrange others to give advice and echo." I hope I won't regret it.

Unexpectedly, after seeing and seeing for several days, he got consent so easily today, Yan Shanguang jumped for joy, and leaned forward to kiss Yang Chiyue carefully.Changge's eyes were covered with cloth, but Yan Shanguang remembered the handsome eyebrows and sculpted eyes under the cloth.With the tip of his tongue, he draws obsessively, starting with a bird's nest with just the right depth, connecting with the graceful eyebrows, following the arc, dragging over the light eyelids, until the slightly raised eye ends, rubbing against it, leaving a thick and colorful point.

With her hands tied, Yang Chiyue reluctantly tilted her head and rubbed Yan Shanguang's face.As he wished, Yan Shanguang's lower body also worked harder, and he continued to push back slowly but forcefully. Yang couldn't stand it, so he raised his waist to evade, but just happened to let the glans touch the bump, so he gasped , the waist fell back heavily...

Swimming fish sneaked into the lotus to make a dream, and the spring love in the pavilion is strong.The tricky and eccentric meat biting made Yan Shan Guang furious. At the moment of ejaculation, he felt that all the pores of his body were opened, and the cool night wind poured in, which made him very happy.

not enough.Untying Yang Chiyue's blindfold and hand straps, Yan Shanguang lifted him up to the beam, and firmly pushed back the penis that stood up again.

The hanging ground was pierced through, Yang Chiyue let out a clear cry, and Yan Shanguang's offensive was stronger and fiercer than before.Yang Chiyue clasped him with both hands, her legs wrapped around him, her body still swayed uncontrollably, like a plantain leaf under the storm.

Yan Shanguang buried his head in his shoulder, panting, gnawing and sniffing, like a stubborn cub trying to find the scent of mother's milk from his milky white body.Yang Chiyue is sometimes puzzled. As he grows older and sees more and more beautiful couples, Yan Shanguang's desire for him becomes more intense.

He doesn't know, it's because in the affair, he only belongs to Yan Shanguang.

Because of his appearance of being deeply in love, only Yan Shanguang watched him.

Because Yan Shanguang loves him.

The redness of the lights is laid out, the crimson color of lust is dyed, and the tears are intertwined on the face of Guoxiang who is no longer fair.Dripping sweat replaced tea, moistening his slender body.The blue shirt was crumpled and half-faded in his arms, swaying with the man's push from bottom to top.The tactful moan melted into the milky white night mist, drifted on the surface of the sparkling lake, and scared the sleeping gulls into flying.

The position of the crescent moon changes again and again, no one knows how long this love will last.

When it was finally pulled out, the turbid liquid dripped from his muddy lower body, dripping and forming a puddle.The crow's temples are covered with bare shoulders, but still can't cover the red marks, the head is crooked, and the blue shirt is messy, Yang Chiyue doesn't have the solemnity of the day.

After simple cleaning, and reluctantly wrapped Yang Chiyue's clothes, Yan Shanguang carried Yang Chiyue back to the bedroom.

Along the way, Yang Chiyue nestled in his arms, soft and warm, and if you look carefully, you can still see the remaining tears in the corners of his eyes, reflecting the bright light.Yan Shanguang was in a good mood, biting Yang Chiyue's ear and chattering.

He said that he would accompany Yang Chiyue to sweep the tomb and plant willows by the Yu River in Qingming Festival, and he also wanted to go to the palace to watch Cuju.

The two were passing the apricot orchard, as if they were not far away to disturb the sleeping flowers, Yan Shanguang's voice was very low, very low, like the crisp rain from the sky, sprinkled on Yang Chiyue's ears, making him drowsy from exhaustion.

The scorching apricot forest blurred into winding clouds in Yang Chiyue's eyes. He tugged at the corner of Yan Shanguang's clothes, frowned, and fell asleep.