Rule the Roost in the Tang Dynasty: 490 study room

Yan Lingbin was a little afraid to look at Li Hong who was sitting next to her. He looked at the famous painting on the wall in front, flashing on both sides from time to time, and a strong breath of madness filled the tip of her nose. Yan Lingbin got used to the man next to him after being scared at the beginning, then getting used to it, and then feeling good.

The lotus root-like jade bib showed a small half outside, and the warm Lizheng hall formed a sharp contrast with the cold night outside. Feeling the man sitting next to him, Yan Lingbin tried to adjust his mood and force My attention fell into the memory, and after thinking for a while, he said: "The slave and maid had met him once before, and once discussed poetry with him in Huancai Pavilion."

"Then what do you think of him?" Li Hong took up Yan Lingbin's lotus root, white jade-like flawless arm, stroking it in his hand and asked.

A strange kind of throbbing made Yan Lingbin feel trembling in his heart. From the pubic area of ​​the lower abdomen, like vitality, he began to wander among the limbs and skeletons, and the whole body became a little hot and weak.

Try to concentrate my attention not on the hand that seems to know magic, calm the hot and shy emotions, try to stabilize my own voice, and say: "Being arrogant, I am open. And despise the mundane, ambitious, talented, and... eager for fame, hope to be able to rely on talents, but..."

Yan Lingbin began to feel a little flustered, and she looked at the door from time to time. She was afraid that if Xiaoxue and others came in at this time, wouldn't it be embarrassing to see herself falling into the prince's arms at this moment?

"Go on." Li Hong put his arms around Yan Lingbin's boneless shoulders, the shoulder straps of his pajamas have been pulled down by him, and he gently stroked back and forth with one hand as if he was stroking a rare treasure. Yan Lingbin's shoulder skin.

"Well, it's...." Yan Lingbin was flustered by Li Hong's hand, forgetting what he wanted to say.

"You just said some of his strengths, are there no shortcomings, this person?" Li Hong reminded him timely, smelling the fragrance between his hair, and said lightly.

"Yes, Wang Bo hopes to be able to rely on his talents, but... the slave has only seen him once, and I am afraid that he is not accurate. I just think that he... is sparse and lacks strategy, although now Changan scholars , Or the great reputation of the Four Masters of the Tang Dynasty circulated among the scholars of the world, and they ranked him first, but... the slave and maid thought that he was talking about his talents, and the slave and maid thought that he could not do anything about it. Compared with the other three, it seems like they don't know much about the world." Yan Lingbin completely relaxed himself, tilting his head and combing his views on Wang Bo.

"You’re right. Although Wang Fuchou was just a small Huazhou contributor to the army, but he was in charge of officials, taking exams, rituals, music, and academies. It can be said that he is insignificant and cultivated in such a family. , I'm afraid it's a bit worse for doing things, etc." Li Hong said with a wisp of Yan Lingbin's hair in his hand, playing.

"Wang Fichou?" Yan Lingbin turned his head strangely, and said to the prince who was very close to her cheek.

The fragrance that rushed into Li Hong's mind for a while, he felt relaxed and happy. He couldn't help Yan Lingbin unsuspectingly, kissed his little mouth, and said with satisfaction: "Yes, Wang Fichou is It is Wang Bo's father. He is only ordinary himself, but his life's hard work and ambitions have been placed on Wang Bo, hoping that he will be able to honor his ancestors and be promoted to the ranks."

Yan Lingbin nodded clearly. She admired Wang Bo's talent. She went out to greet him at first. It was because of this talent that no one could keep up with his thinking talent, so she was forced to do it. Going out to deal with it, but even so, on the way of poetry and prose, it is only reluctant to be able to talk with him, and the discussions are all delusions and delusions.

But this person is much worse than others. Perhaps he is so-called brilliant, but it makes people ignore his other shortcomings and think that the literati fanatic should be so.

"How many times have you seen him?" Li Hong asked suddenly.

Yan Lingbin, who was immersed in the past, cleverly leaned against Li Hong’s arms, and also squeezed a strand of Li Hong’s hair around her fingertips, subconsciously saying: "I have only seen this person. Poetry talents are indeed difficult for ordinary people to reach. I am afraid that only King Luo Bin, Lu Zhaolin, Yang Jiong, and Your Highness can contend. It is not right. Even if the three of King Luo Bin are compared with Wang Bo, they are less arrogant than Wang Bo. Yes, in this way, only you can beat him."

Li Hong smiled, holding Yan Lingbin in his arms and changing to a more comfortable posture. Wang Bo was too utilitarian. He helped Li Xian write cockfighting essays in the past, which shows that this person is too utilitarian, but this Man is not a man of tactics, but also possesses the arrogance and uprightness of a literati madman. It is like a double-edged sword, hurting others and self, ruining one's official career and pitting his father.

In the faint silence, Yan Lingbin, who was completely relaxed, was now looking affectionately at Li Hong’s bright eyes. The hem of the pajamas was unknowingly lifted between the waist, the slender jade The legs glowed charmingly under the lights.

Li Hong's hand stroked Yan Lingbin's knees back and forth, and while Yan Lingbin's red lips were printed on his lips, the hands began to walk upwards, sliding over the soft and plump jade legs to the waist, belted obediently Gently pulled by him, the beautiful woman's jade body stretched out, her silky pajamas paused on the satin-like skin, and then she fell to the ground.

"Your Highness... the lamp..."

"Um..."

In the dark study room, Yan Lingbin only felt that she was suddenly picked up by the prince. She hummed and hurriedly hugged the head buried in front of her chest. As the prince walked a few steps, there was a noise in her ear. The voice, and then I felt myself sinking, feeling a stiffness and a hint of coldness behind me, and a thought flashed through my mind shyly: "This is in the study room of your Royal Highness, and you are in the normal place of His Royal Highness. On the political desk."

Hardly and shyly squeaked out of my mouth, only feeling that my body became hotter and hotter under the attack of His Highness, an inexplicable, eager desire in my heart. , Let her give up the last trace of shyness and let the prince gallop on her jade body.

With a burst of pain, Yan Lingbin's original shyness regained his senses, adapting to the dark eyes, fascinated and opened a gap, hands clinging to the side of the desk with nowhere to put.

Involuntarily, it sounded again in my mind: "This is the place where His Royal Highness handles political affairs. When His Royal Highness handles political affairs tomorrow, he will remember that he once lay here at his disposal."

Like a heart, Li Hong brought his hot lips to Yan Lingbin's ear: "From now on, I can't lose anything about this desk. I can think of you every day when I look at the desk."

"Uh...." Another shock made Yan Lingbin try his best to lift up his slender and white neck. The snow-white jade body exudes a seductive light in the dark, allowing His Royal Highness to appreciate and cherish his body. Every inch of skin.

The sunlight refracted into the eyes, Yan Lingbin stretched lazily, before he could react, he heard a chuckle next to him, and hurriedly turned his head to see that Xiaoxue was already standing in the bedroom, watching playfully She saluted: "The slave servant Xiaoxue has met Miss Yan and saluted her."

"You...ah." Yan Lingbin was about to get up to wink her eyebrows and make fun of her Xiaoxue, but the silky quilt slid off her body, revealing a snow-white full upper body, so Yan Lingbin screamed She hid in the bed again, and at this time there was a faint pain from below.

I was already lost in the blur of the night, I only remember that His Royal Highness was still crazy in his body, and then he was held by the Prince and returned to the bedroom. As for the lingering passion after the passion, Yan Lingbin's heart was full of In addition to happiness, she didn't know when she fell asleep, let alone when, the man was no longer in the room, but it was replaced by Xiaoxue who had teased her early in the morning.

"Why don't you sleep for a while, the noise from the stairs last night makes people sound..."

"Dead Xiaoxue, you still said...Look at me..." Yan Lingbin was ashamed and frustrated, so he could only protest with the horns holding both hands.

In the back garden of the East Palace, Bai Chun unexpectedly appeared next to Li Hong, with his body and hair in the cold morning, and someone who was still steaming, took the fur that Bai Chun gently put on his shoulders, and said : "Yan Lingbin stayed in the East Palace last night."

"Yeah." Bai Chun faintly replied, thinking for a while and said: "Yang Yu stayed at Pei Wanying's house very late before returning. This morning, when Hua Meng and Jingzhe were waiting for Wanying, Yang Sijian's house The subordinates peeped aside."

"Is there no good news? How is your father's arrangement? What about the others?" Li Hong asked faintly, breathing heavily.

"Good news...They have all been sent back to Kucha by me. As for how to arrange them, how about the military?"

"In the military? They would like it? What do you think? It's not that serious~ IndoMTL.com~ You have to die all of them in the battlefield? Don't you know that even if you have military service, you Now, they can't get a place in the army either." Li Hong stopped and said anxiously.

This guy is still breathing with himself, getting into the tip of the horn and can't pull it out. Why does he have to let her half-brothers die.

"If it weren't for their intimidation, my father wouldn't be so old if he wanted to come, and he was thinking of rejuvenating the country. Since his father is dead, this enmity will naturally be retributed! It would be kind to not bury them." Bai Chun Zhang Jue The beautiful face is a bit colder than this cold morning.

"You can handle this by yourself, but only this time, you will never come by your own temper. There is no master in the East Palace. There are already people fighting over and under. You have to take care of it. Keep a little bit, Donggong can’t have any problems.” Li Hong looked at the stubborn Bai Chun, knowing that if he didn’t agree, it would be difficult for her brothers to return to Qiuci alive. As long as she got up, she wouldn’t have any trouble. .

What's more, with the Jingwei controlled by her, it was too easy to let those people die.

"I am a servant, in charge of the Prince of the East Palace and other concubines?"

"Then you can give yourself an official position."

"No..."

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