phoenix returns to the world

Chapter 212 Who Says Ancient People Are Not Romantic

"Boom——" Feng Ajiao opened her mouth wide and her eyes wide open. It was difficult to wake up from the scene she saw for a while, and the pastry in her hand slipped from her palm in an instant and fell straight to the ground. , making a crisp sound.

"Who!" A passionate voice sounded accompanied by a hoarse voice.

The two who were busy separated immediately, Jun Haoyu was only stunned for a moment, and then he was angry to destroy his good deed, and regardless of Feng Ajiao's stunned expression, he suddenly flicked his sleeves and pushed away The man in front of him.

homosexual?Gay?Tanmei?

A series of words that she saw in her previous life appeared in Feng Ajiao's mind. Did she just happen to see two men hugging each other tightly and kissing?

That's right, the two men were kissing, one was Jun Haoyu, Feng Ajiao's man in ancient times, and the other was the guard outside the door. When the two were unbuttoning each other's clothes, she happened to come in.

Jun Haoyu's gloomy eyes fell on Feng Ajiao, and for a moment he wanted to know her directly, impulsively, Jun Haoyu still did not forget Feng Ajiao's blood, even if she still had a little use, he didn't want to end it directly She, but she ruined his interest, and he didn't want outsiders to know about his top secret, Jun Haoyu's black eyes showed a trace of cruelty.

The man stretched out his slender fingers, and suddenly exerted force on Feng Ajiao from a distance. In an instant, Feng Ajiao felt a strong air current sucking her in. The next moment, her neck was pinched, A feeling of suffocation spread up and down from the throat, the accumulation of air in the chest cavity, but the throat seemed to be built with a wall, blocking everything.

In an instant, her face turned red, and as time passed, her face turned purple again, and the white balls in her eyes also flashed. Seeing, Feng Ajiao's life was about to be cut off in the man's enchanting hands. in the claws.

At this time, the guard next to Jun Haoyu is also the little fresh meat that Jun Haoyu has liked in recent days. Those red eyes that have not faded fall directly on Feng Ajiao's neckline that is too low. For other reasons, I can only see the woman's white skin, a mass of spheres emerging, it is really a rare physical body on the cliff, the enthusiasm that has not had time to dissipate just now is out of control.

He looked at the emperor as if he was going to kill this woman, but he was a little bit reluctant. In the palace, no one knew about Concubine Feng. Everyone in the palace rumored that she had a good job, and he entered the palace as a guard. In order to be able to meet Concubine Feng, and he was really lucky, he only entered the palace as a bodyguard for a few days, and because his face was so eye-catching, he was arranged by the emperor to be a bodyguard. When the emperor was busy, he would guard her The emperor is safe, and when the emperor is free, he solves the needs of the emperor.

In the face of beauty, sex bears the brunt.

The guard immediately moved his mouth to Jun Haoyu's ear, and muttered for a while, Jun Haoyu's eyes slipped away, the strength in his hand was slightly loosened, and a breath of air finally fell into Feng Ajiao's lungs. Finally survived, presumably Jun Haoyu would not do anything to her.

However, she didn't want to. In an instant, the man's big palm grabbed Feng Ajiao's neck fiercely. Suddenly Feng Ajiao felt her tongue was squeezed out of her throat, and she stretched out her mouth long. The big knife on the table was aimed at the red tongue, and Feng Ajiao didn't even have time to cry out, but she felt a bloody smell gushing out of her mouth, and she couldn't control the pain.

Half of her tongue was still moving slightly on the ground a few times before returning to calm. Feng Ajiao fell to the ground, her body convulsed, and the pain she had never felt before spread to the extreme. She wanted to cry but couldn't, blood It kept gushing out of her mouth and wet a large area of ​​the carpet.

"Come here, throw her into limbo." Jun Haoyu shouted to the people outside the door, and soon, two guards with knives walked into the imperial study room and dragged the fainted Feng Ajiao out.

The man standing behind Jun Haoyu was also frightened when he saw such a scene. He originally suggested that Jun Haoyu, two men and one woman, have a romantic affair, but he did not expect that Feng Ajiao would become like this The end, but once a woman enters the limbo, then he has a chance.

I heard that Feng Ajiao lived a very hard life in the cold palace. Not only did she have to donate a bowl of blood every month, but she also had to deal with all kinds of men who came to her all night, just to get one or two steamed buns to satisfy her hunger. Every time a month passed, the former beauty no longer existed, and after a few more months, she couldn't bear the torture and died. I heard that the death was very miserable, and only skin and bones were left in her body. After his death, he was wrapped in a broken straw mat and thrown into a kiln well.But these are of course a story.

From that day on, the women in the harem did not dare to go to Jun Haoyu casually, and Jun Haoyu also changed his previous image to show others. The bright dragon robes he loved to wear in the past have all changed, and they are all magnanimous. The waist is tight, a pair of big palms, slender nails, red Dan Kou, a mouth full of lip gloss, eyeliner and eyebrows are all attached to the mirror, which can be described as extremely enchanting.

Besides, in the imperial study room where government affairs are handled, another set of tools has been added, which are a finely crafted cross-stitch frame and a pair of peony flowers that have not yet been embroidered.

The black silk is three thousand feet long, only tied slightly with a bright red ribbon, and the ink-dyed hair is softly pasted on one neck, revealing the whiteness and smoothness of the other side. This person is still dripping, continuing the unfinished cross-stitch, index finger Upturned, the needle comes out from the slit, very skillful, such a scene is indescribably comfortable and elegant, but looking at the furnishings in the hall, rolls of bamboo slips are placed on a huge desk, such a scene, Inevitably, there was also a slight difference.

Suddenly, the fingers that were still passing through the seam of the cloth stretched until they stretched out their arms. Just as they bent down their hands, preparing for another stitch, a pair of peony flowers had grown two green leaves in front of them, and there was a burst of joy on their delicate faces. , the beauty frowned, and the woman with exquisite makeup pursed her lips, and the embroidery needle flew towards the roof as if it had come to life, with overwhelming force.

At this time, the light of the night pearl fell on the beauty's face and neck, and saw a slight protrusion on the neck, only then did he realize that this embroidered lady was none other than the current monarch of the Southern Dynasty, Jun Haoyu.

It's just that it's hard to compare the current him with Jun Haoyu in the past. Today's him is full of feminine vibes, dressed in a red dress, with thick rouge on his face, and lip gloss on his mouth , Even the moon beads are hung on the ears, which is completely a woman's dress.

The embroidery needle landed on the glazed tiles of the roof, making a sharp sound, and then the needle broke through a pile of rubble, and flew straight to the figure on the roof.

Feng Nishang made Xiaoyao's property, for some reason, always coveted by others. Not long after she came back, several shops were closed. Xiaoyao told her that these were all caused by Jun Haoyu. Jun Haoyu hated Xiaoyao's property. After he ascended the throne, he continued to suppress him, and now Feng Nishang also gave away more than half of the money saved by Feng Nishang to Xiaoyao just to revive his business.

While the night was dark and the wind was high, Feng Nishang wanted to punish Jun Haoyu. If he knew Jun Haoyu was so despicable, he should have ended him in Luoyuefang instead of letting him just lose the symbol of a man.

Feng Nishang had just arrived at the roof of the imperial study room. She had just lifted the roof tiles and took a look at the scene in the room before she was spotted by the people inside. Fortunately, she dodged in time, otherwise she would have been stabbed by the embroidery needle and lost her life.

Feng Ajiao breathed a sigh of relief, and when she was about to leave, a gust of pure yin came over Feng Nishang's facade, and she felt goose bumps all over her body, and a chill ran down her back.

A snow-white claw was opening and bent towards her like a claw, Feng Nishang immediately dodged, but still had no time to dodge, a hole was torn open on the arm by the sharp claw, and instantly a bright red blood flowed from it. She ran down her arms.

Jun Haoyu shook the long hair on his head, raised his eyebrows and eyes, and turned up his mouth with flaming red lips, revealing a smile, but the smile was not as deep as his eyes, and his black eyes shot out a cold look, "What's wrong with you in the middle of the night? Sleeping, I like to peek on my roof, how bold!"

Jun Haoyu's voice was full of indescribable coquettishness, and his snow-white hands pulled the long hair around his neck and straightened it slowly.

Feng Nishang did not expect Jun Haoyu to have such profound martial arts. It might be difficult to come to the palace tonight and leave.

She bent her hand, brewing the strength in her body in her right hand, and took advantage of Jun Haoyu's unprepared moment to attack, but unexpectedly, Jun Haoyu calmly caught Feng Nishang's palm as if he knew it in advance. Nishang went all out, but it fell like cotton in Jun Haoyu's hands. Feng Nishang felt that Jun Haoyu's body had become extraordinarily soft, and her palm had no effect at all, and was instead slammed by Jun Haoyu. With a pull, she was brought into Jun Haoyu's arms.

In an instant, a smell of rouge drifted into Feng Nishang's breath, and she felt that the strength in her whole body seemed to be fixed by someone, and she couldn't use it at all.

"Yo, it's a woman!" Jun Haoyu said softly, and then a hot breath fell from Feng Nishang's neck, and then his face cooled down, and the black veil fell instantly, revealing a A clean and beautiful face.

"Feng Nishang."

Jun Haoyu recognized Feng Nishang, raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed, one hand bound the woman's waist, and the other hand slid down Feng Nishang's face, with a look of enjoyment on his face, "Skin and tender meat of."

"It falls into your hands, you can kill or cut it up!" Feng Nishang closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore the disgusting hand on her face, her voice full of hatred.

"It's not a good thing for a woman to put murder on her lips," Jun Haoyu turned around the woman's body with a force on Feng Nishang's slender waist, and made her face him. He hugged Feng Nishang like this, but now that he hugged her, he didn't have the same feeling as before, but in his heart he was very reluctant to hold this body in his arms, as if there was something on a woman's body that deeply attracted him.

"Bah!" Feng Nishang's heart was filled with anger, she couldn't move her body, but she still didn't let him go, and spit at Jun Haoyu.

Unexpectedly, Jun Haoyu moved so fast, and quickly dodged out of the way. Feng Nishang felt that her body could move freely, but she didn't expect that when she turned around, someone touched her back, and she couldn't move in an instant.

Then, a big palm wrapped around her waist, and then the person was taken away. She couldn't shout if she wanted to, so she could only let the people behind her pinch her.

Jun Haoyu let go of Feng Nishang, and stood in front of her. His hand still did not let go, and it landed on Feng Nishang's face, plausibly saying, "This face is slippery, I like it very much? How about tonight, I made an exception and accepted you?"

Feng Nishang stared at Jun Haoyu fiercely, with a strong hatred exuding from her whole body, but in Jun Haoyu's eyes, it had no effect at all, and it even made Jun Haoyu's hand climb onto Feng Nishang's. Chest...

(End of this chapter)