Would You Like to Have a Drink

Thinking that he would have to be here for morning court early tomorrow, Zong Luo’s entire person turned as red as a ripe shrimp, and he hurriedly pushed him with his hand.

However, Yu Beizhou completed it in one go, skillfully lowered his head, and directly blocked this person’s way back.

No one could have imagined that the emperor, who was usually dressed in brocade and splendid clothes, would actually be disheveled and doing such filthy things on the dragon chair.

The master of the Tai’a Sword smiled leisurely, gently tucking the white hair behind this person’s ears.

His hand movements were so gentle, so considerate now, but the subsequent act of wielding the sword became more ruthless.

Zong Luo was really helpless towards Yu Beizhou.

It was the same in the Ghost Valley. On the last day, it was not only under the peach blossom tree, they almost covered the entire Ghost Valley once.

This person was bad, rolling around and changing to a new place, having to change to a new posture. He often deliberately hooked his senior brother’s neck, “good intention” reminder.

“Ah, this was where I trained with Senior brother before, I really never thought about such a day during class.”

Zong Luo was so ashamed that he wanted to drill into the ground.

Just like now on the dragon chair of the golden Luan Hall, he was almost unable to do it, and Yu Beizhou actually cleared his throat with real pleasure, just like the usual morning court, and began to report to him.

He didn’t know how this person still remembered, the report was actually all important matters.

In a daze, Zong Luo really thought he was in morning court.

Inside the main hall stood civil and military officials, all eyes were on him, making people’s scalp numb, wanting to retreat again and again.

“What’s wrong with Your Majesty?”

Yu Beizhou also noticed this stagnation, and his smile became more intense, “This minister has been studying medicine since he was a child, and can provide emergency diagnosis to Your Majesty.”

The young man in red carefully looked at the wound, pretending to sigh, “Senior brother, I’m afraid you have to bear it, Junior brother still has to check again, knowing what kind of injury Senior brother has suffered.”

At the same time, it was the unsheathed Tai’a Sword that was extremely terrifying and ruthless.

The wound was completely torn apart.

The sword sheath was trembling, and only the master’s unstoppable sob was left.

The new emperor let out a muffled groan from his throat and then hooked over to kiss.

It’s more than just enduring, it’s almost like being pierced through.

This person never gave a warning, just like when he wielded his sword, no one knew where his sword would strike from.

In the empty and silent hall, the crisp sound of combat came, accompanied by sticky panting. Each sound was crisper than the last, rising and falling, the sword shadows chaotically flying, rich with a unique rhythm.

The handsome senior brother had already been stewed by the junior brother, just a casual touch, couldn’t help but tremble, pouring out delicious water, making people love it, couldn’t help but tease a few more times.

While exploring, the young man in red pretentiously took the person’s hand, “This shape is indeed seamless, Senior brother is really not lightly injured, it has already become the shape of Junior brother.”

Zong Luo angrily punched him in the body.

And then he had no strength left.

Quickly, the new emperor’s neck raised a beautiful arc to the point of near death, his thin lips were blood-filled and trembling, for a long time, he couldn’t say a word.

“Is Junior brother serving Senior brother comfortably?”

Yu Beizhou held Zong Luo’s fingertips, lovingly kissing.

The ink hair spread out, the beautiful face was full of smiles.

It’s really too comfortable. Comfortable to the point that one couldn’t get out of bed for seven days after the big wedding.

Zong Luo gritted his teeth fiercely, grabbed this person’s hair, and exchanged a bloody kiss.

Of course, soon, he had no time to think.

After the world spun, the high back of the dragon chair was against his jaw, causing pain.

The storm-like attack fell mercilessly, and the soft cushion gradually became wet.

However, compared to the sweat that was dripping and the increasingly terrifying pleasure, these insignificant pains were completely ignored.

“This, our wedding night, is just starting.”

The bloody smell further stimulated Yu Beizhou’s wildness. The young man in red hugged him from behind.

“Next, Senior brother has to be quieter.”

The curtain fell, and the candlelight flickered red.