Chapter 40: Once a son, always a minister

Lips a connection, the sky thunder earth fire a movement, wind and rain, the two people will be like the grassland young beasts generally nibble up. There is not too much gentle flirtatious meaning, there are just a few hints of excitement mixed with hatred, especially the blood between the lips swirled around the tip of the two people’s tongues, some salty, some wet, some salty.

It wasn’t intimacy or teasing, but pure strife, a war between man and woman. Lips and tongue in the role of the war, often go the way of Su Qin or Zhang Yi, no one ever thought, even kissing can also kiss blood, spit tongue like orchids can also be so stubborn, flick, struggle, strong pressure, in the square inch between the illusion of endless symbolism.

Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind, the shape of the soft fragrance between the lips and teeth, vicious and flavorful show the process of the struggle, straight to the root of the tongue pain, raw Jin, born out of the gradual accumulation of spring.

Li Ao said, once a man sees a woman, except for one place hard, other places all soft. Although Fan Xian is a person with a firm heart, under this kind of fragrant attack, he was also naturally mounted by the little emperor. He was unwilling, intent on resisting, his hands striking the other party’s buttocks with force, that usually hidden under the dragon’s robe of the delicate place, but people can not help but want to ask him, this is in the beatings, or in the flirting?

The twilight outside the quiet room is getting darker and darker, but the temperature inside is getting warmer and warmer, the air seems to be filled with a double breath of fighting and intimacy, the breath is mixed, together with the faint flavor of fragrant sweat, and the muffled grunts and light hmms that ring out from time to time, it is extraordinarily exciting to be shaken, and swept away.

I don’t know who bit whose tongue, a cry of pain, I don’t know who rubbed who’s moon, a light hmmm, I don’t know who scattered who’s long hair, scattered on top of the snow-white skin, I don’t know who encircled who’s waist, attracting annoyed low angry curses and more intense grinding.

A bloody gash appeared on the corner of Fan Xian’s lips as he looked at the crouching little emperor, looking at her fragrant shoulders and jade breasts and the stubborn and refusing to give in eyes, stifling a grunt, he rolled over and pressed her down onto the bed, pressing down on top of her body and staring fiercely at her.

The little emperor did not show the slightest bit of weakness, staring back fiercely, biting down on Fan Xian’s shoulder again, punching his fist, and exerting himself at the waist, trying to bounce up, trying to regain control of the initiative.

This bounce was extraordinarily soulful, and Fan Xian’s face finally changed. The large wooden bed of the Sword Lodge creaked, and he heavily pressed down on the shoulders of the little emperor, kept gasping and looking at her, not saying a word, just looking at her eyes, wanting to see something more tangible in her eyes, rather than something inexplicable like now.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the little emperor he saw a lot, such as hatred, such as resentment, such as despair, such as relief, such as …… strong lust and light confusion, but just do not see a trace of calculation and other things.

The war between men and women is often like this, when found that the other party has been first trapped in, they will often follow the jump. Feeling underneath the body constantly struggling delicate body, underneath the curve of the undulation, against the chest of the two groups of soft, slightly cool and wrapped with particles of sweat beads of skin, especially underneath the body of the shape of the tightly together can feel and tender, so that the calm in Fan Xian’s eyes in a few moments, turned into a light smoke, with the little emperor in his ear ate a soft sound a hmmm, flew above the nine heavens, and can no longer control anything.

His hand slid down from her shoulder, gently holding it, and her upper body lifted, her lips sliding down from his ear to his shoulder, biting down hard.

He ate pain, so hard it deformed the thing in his palm. She ate pain, hard, feel strange, so trembled, subconsciously embraced his body, difficult to hold up the upper body, pressed against him, feel each other’s heartbeat as well as their own indisputable heartbeat, and the strange and complex feeling of excitement.

Quiet room, there is no other sound, only heartbeat, gasping, clothing grinding, occasionally resounded a few fist wind, two cries of pain.

The movement is getting bigger and bigger, the wooden bed is about to be unable to withstand this torture, the creaking sound is getting clearer and clearer, it seems that at any time it will fall apart. It is very puzzled, above the pair of men and women in the toss what, do, do it properly, life is only a short 70 years, why fight for this night and day?

But that pair of men and women is this fight is the night, they hurt each other, love each other, each other profanity, each other detached and close the distance, feel each other hot dead body temperature, palpitations abruptly leave, but also reluctant to give up.

Sweat drops on top of the thin quilt, faintly floating in the two people’s body, seems to have been indoor extremely hot atmosphere baked steam up, into a thin mist, cover the inside is entwined together in this pair of men and women.

The silent battle was carried out to the most critical moment, clothes like snow, had long melted in this three spring scenery, two people who returned to the barbaric era, gasping for breath, staring at each other in a daze, sticking together, in the end, the little emperor still rolled over to be the master, sitting on top of Fan Xian’s belly. She pressed her hands on top of Fan Xian’s well-proportioned hard chest, her black hair hanging down, half covering the snowy mound in front of her chest, breathing unevenly as if she said in a deep voice:

“I want to be on top.”

Between the two of them a muddy, sweat along the black hair hanging down, dripping down on top of Fan Xian’s chest, dripping on the little emperor’s hand. Fan Xian looked at this woman on top of him and felt the strange movements below, his heart beating violently, but he forced himself to keep his mind in check and asked in a hoarse voice, “I need to know your name.”

The little emperor was not an ordinary woman, she was used to being a male child, not a female dame, so even in such a springtime moment, she still had to be on top. As an emperor, she could only ever ride and not be ridden, she had to be on top.

Fan Xian didn’t care about this, he was a modern man, he knew about forces of action and reaction, he knew what relativity was, and being ridden and riding people were really all in the same mold. He just had to know the other person’s name before that moment happened, to be one with himself it had to be a woman with a name, his own woman, not just a female emperor, because emperor was just a code name, while the name represented something more.

At this time, the small emperor of north qi upper half of the body is naked, the lower half of the clothes pile up, very barely cover the waist and buttocks at the spring light, but can not cover the inside of the hot and muddy touch, her eyes have been less than the most previous despair and resentment, there is only winning and the strong curiosity of the unfamiliar things, as well as the customary orders of an emperor.

Dark room quiet to this point, the two already do not know how long tossed, hurt how long, close to how long, but still for the first time to open their mouths to speak. After the two conversations, there seemed to be some extremely subtle changes in the atmosphere of the room, especially when he heard Fan Xian ask for his name, the young emperor let his long black cascading hair sweep over his handsome face, reached out his fingertips, slid them somewhat perplexedly over the other man’s picture-like eyebrows, and said in a sandy voice, “You can call me Doudou at this time.”

“War Doudou?”

Fan Xian’s mind only had time to ask a rhetorical question before he sucked in a breath of cool air as she gently swung her waist and hips and slowly sat down on the small of his back. As she sat down, her brows all furrowed, as if she was in extreme pain.

The mountain road is narrow, although it is already covered with mud, but it is even more difficult to travel. Wanting to cross the Yellow River, the ice is blocking the river, will climb the Taihang snow filled mountains.

Fan Xian’s chest undulation, hands subconsciously along her attractive waist nest slides down, gently placed in the shirt depths of the two groups of rich soft, gently pinch. I was idly fishing on the Bixi River, but I suddenly returned to my boat and dreamed of the sun.

The road is difficult to travel, many divergent paths, where are they now? She lightly bit her lower lip, slightly feeling pain, but refused to let go of Fan Xian’s shoulders of the jade hand, strong and even some overbearing slowly move the body, the pain in the hot, so that her face looks particularly serious, like a king in the world to conquer all the difficulties of the obstacles.

At this scene, Fan Xian was moved and even confused, and subconsciously began to flick his hands. I don’t know how long, the ice and snow gradually melt, the long wind breaks the waves, and gradually help the sea, the two slowly together in one place, tightly embraced together, trembling because of the pain, trembling because of the ecstasy, trembling because finally floating into the tip of the woman’s heart a touch of shame and trembling.

Day by day, twilight gradually no, bed men and women swiftly on, swiftly down, although silent and stubborn, although fragrant and screwed, no one will admit defeat, no one wants to bow down. One day, a courtier, above the bed, between the king and the court has long been messed up.

It is exactly: the fragrant path had swept the bitter guest drunk, Peng door twice for the king to open. The peach blossoms are all cleaned up and returned to wherever, and Liu Lang from the previous time is here again.

At the end of this war, Fan Xian managed to return to the top, and he did not know how many times he had fought with this stubborn woman before he finally managed to take advantage of the other side’s moment of weakness and regained the control of the initiative. This battle was extremely frantic and rough, and Fan Xian gasped as he ambled over her body, his afterglow looking at the wound on his shoulder and realizing that it had been bitten by the woman underneath him to the point where it was bloody.

Looked down, only to see the embrace of the jade has long been not the usual high emperor appearance, two cheeks halo such as Xia Fei, eyes confused, thin lips slightly open, exhale like orchids, very tired, and the general woman what is the difference? The only thing that stood out was the green mark on her snow-white breasts. Fan Xian’s heart thumped, wondering why he was so rough earlier.

After a man gets his wish and explodes, he will change from a beast to a hypocritical saint, he will be willing to light a cigarette and smoke it, read a newspaper, but he will surely immediately detach himself from the entanglement of the woman in his arms, and Fan Xian is no exception, but he gently hugged the little emperor’s naked body, but he did not leave, and instead, he quietly looked at her, not knowing what he was thinking about.

This scene had actually happened as early as four years ago, only at that time Fan Xian was simply too unconscious to know what had happened, but today’s feeling was so real that his heart couldn’t help but feel a sense of absurdity – this woman with long hair draped over her shoulders was the Emperor of Northern Qi, the ruler of a country, and at this moment she was shrinking like a little rabbit in his own arms.

The little emperor was tired, his eyes closed, his not-so-long eyelashes blinking slightly, he shouldn’t have fallen asleep, but he was hugging Fan Xian’s waist, refusing to let go, the corners of his lips curling up slightly as he let out a sigh of contentment.

Watching this scene, Fan Xian should have been proud, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill as he remembered a movie he had once seen in his last life.

It was that movie that everyone loved, When Sally Met Harry, where Meg Ryan ended up crying and sniffling while she slept with Billy Crystal, her best friend of ten years or so, and then ended up doing the same with her big mouth curled up in a big, contented sigh – like a pregnant female praying mantis ready to feast on the feast that was the male praying mantis later on.

The story of the two of them going to bed today, Fan Xian and the little emperor, was in fact so inexplicable and justified that she had cried, too, at some point earlier.

That’s why Fan Xian felt afraid, he was afraid that he would become a male praying mantis.

It was at this time that the young emperor opened her eyes and woke up, not picking up the thin quilt to cover her naked body, but just baring herself in front of Fan Xian with reckless abandon, just as if this place was still her land, and Fan Xian was her vassal.

After being silent for a long time, she suddenly looked at Fan Xian with complex emotions and said with a smile, “I am your woman.”

Fan Xian didn’t know what he should say at this time, but listening to these words still felt incomparably awkward, I want to be on top, I’m your woman now, I …… I …… am really a word that gives people an incomparable headache.

The little emperor sat up and naturally combed and caged his hair in front of Fan Xian, his eyes looked at the night outside the window, and said word by word: “I can assure you that there will not be a second man in this life. Of course, I won’t ask you not to find another woman. However, you should understand …… that since I have become your woman, my kingdom, is also your kingdom, you have to use more heart.”

There was no light in the dark room, and no one in the sword hut came to disturb, as if this was a forgotten corner. In the darkness, Fan Xian listened to these icy words, frowned and coldly turned his face, and unexpectedly saw the little emperor …… no, the drop of tears that slipped down from the corner of the eye of the war doudou.