Bamboo Raw Huaian

Chapter 11

After returning to the city and parting with the ministers, it was already getting dark.

The prince abandoned his horse, took two or three guards, led Shisan, and walked slowly along the path to the palace.

There were no lights in the small alley, and it was dark, making the moon in the sky brighter.

Thirteen took the hands that the two of them were holding, and gently flexed his fingers to scratch the other's palm.

The prince flipped his palms, grasped that troubled little hand, and looked at him with a smile: "What are you doing?"

Thirteen motioned for him to look up.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the galaxy is brilliant.

The brilliance of millions of years ago poured down, covering the capital with a layer of hazy tulle.

Thirteen ran several laps today, still excited.The ivory cloak that Anwen put on this morning has long been thrown away, and now he is only wearing

A single piece of clothing does not feel cold.

When the prince looked down at him, he saw such a look.

The moonlight was like water, he was dressed in red, and with his small face upturned, he bent his eyes at the prince.

Like a rigid monster.

Emotions surged in the prince's eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he stretched out his long arms, taking Shisan into his arms, then bowed his head, and held his lips.

Thirteen blinked, her red lips parted slightly, and the tip of her red tongue stuck into his mouth to hook his tongue.

The prince was stunned, then entangled him, and instantly took the lead, plundering the city in that small mouth, the corners of his thirteen eyes were slightly moist due to lack of oxygen, so he let him go.

Thirteen's little mouth was flushed red from being sucked, wet, panting messily.

The prince smiled, and kissed the corner of his lips again.

After a pause, he hugged him tightly and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Thirteen:?

As soon as the words were finished, the wind suddenly picked up in his ear, the prince was protecting him and turned sideways, the thirteen caught a glimpse of a silver light in the corner of his eye, and then heard a crisp "ding".

stab in the back!

The blow missed, and two black shadows flashed out of the night, one from left and one from right towards the prince.

The prince's long sword was unsheathed, and with a flick of his wrist, he twisted the dagger of one of them, retracted it and gave it away, causing the person to stand unsteadily and take two steps back.

Another dagger arrived, the sword arrived, gold and stone collided, sparks burst out faintly.The prince narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

"Zheng"

The man felt numb in his wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang".

In the blink of an eye, three or four more assassins flashed out of the shadows, and they invaded in an instant.

They are fast, and the hidden guards of the palace are even faster.Dozens of hidden guards attacked suddenly, and the situation was reversed instantly.

The prince held Shisan in his arms and retreated slightly.

Thirteen was hugged by the prince like this, and she didn't feel scared in the shadow of swords and swords.He focused on the assassin's moves for a long time, and murmured uncertainly: "People from the Central Plains don't practice martial arts in this way. They are... from Beiyan?"

The prince gave a faint "hmm".

Thirteen looked at him in surprise: "So many people were able to sneak into the city!"

The prince hooked his lips, revealing a sarcastic arc.

Only then did Shisan realize that he was unrestrained, and what he said just now meant to question the defense of the prince's capital, and hurriedly explained: "Your Highness, I am not..."

"En." The prince knew what he was thinking, and kissed the top of his hair, signaling him to be at ease, "It's okay."

Thirteen was about to say something when he saw torches approaching from the corner of his eye, thinking that the Imperial Forest Army had arrived, so he bowed his head and remained silent.

It's night, Wangfu.

"Your Highness, the assassins who were captured alive were taken over by the Imperial Forest Army. According to the people who fought, those people should be the dead soldiers sent by Beiyan."

In the dim light, the prince stood tall in front of the hall, quietly listening to Chu Yue's reply with downcast eyes.

The prince said indifferently: "Is it the news from the palace?"

"Yes." Chu Yue said, "But this time His Highness has intercepted the message in advance to prepare, and I'm afraid there must be a problem with this line."

The prince said: "It doesn't matter, Beiyan's assassin will be thoroughly investigated in the hands of the Yulin army. Mr. Ge probably won't have time to engage in these roundabout schemes."

After a pause, he said again: "Send a few more people to Shisan during this period of time. They are in a hurry this time, and they will bite if they don't keep it all together."

Chu Yue clapped his hands and said yes.

The prince nodded, and turned into the inner room.

Two or three candlesticks were lit, the flames were flickering, not very bright, but dim.

There was a person leaning on the couch, and when he heard footsteps, he turned his head over, revealing a very pretty little face.

Shisan saw the prince, lowered his eyes and smiled softly, walked down barefoot, trotted a few steps, greeted him, and undressed the prince very naturally.

The prince stretched out his arms following his strength, watching him busy up and down, a three-point smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.Don't be in a hurry, after he finished cleaning up for himself, he retracted his long arms and took him into his arms.

Shisan looked up at him, with a smile still on his face, and raised his hand to caress from his sword eyebrows to his thin lips inch by inch, there was absolutely nothing he didn't like.

"what!"

He was secretly wanting to kiss him, but before he could make a move, he suddenly felt his body lighten, and he couldn't help but let out a low cry, but it was the prince who hugged him.

The prince hugged him back to lie down on the couch, before getting up, he pressed down in the posture of covering him, and lightly bit his chin.

No pain, just a little tingling.

Thirteen didn't do it, he hummed to express his dissatisfaction, and kept pushing and kissing.

Then he heard the prince sighed with restraint and helplessness, followed his will, bowed his head and kissed the red lips.

Thirteen won't let go when he gets it, and his little tongue nimbly sticks in, pestering him.While kissing, the body is not honest but it is hard to drill into the person's arms.

The lord hugged him, and his breathing gradually became heavy. When he rubbed against him again, he suddenly raised his body and separated the two of them.

The saliva that was too late to swallow hung on Thirteen's lips, drawing a lewd trace in the air.He was a little dazed by the kiss, his water-soaked phoenix eyes slightly opened, and he looked at the prince aggrievedly.

The prince hugged him again, rubbed his black hair, smiled helplessly, and said to him: "Do you know what I want to do now."

Thirteen blinked, propped himself up, and got closer to the person, and his gentle breath fell on the prince's ear.

"I know." He said.

"Your Highness, I am willing."