MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 122 Little wolf cub X lady (14)

The wind was a bit strong, and the salty taste of the sea water was poured into the human nose. There was a hint of blood in the air, and the ship was stained with red blood.

Fang Cai was still leaning on his neck and laughing at Cen Simiao's laughing brother, who had already swallowed his breath. The wound on his neck was extremely deep.

The people standing on the surrounding boat saw the scene, and they were shocked and frightened, and their expressions turned pale.

Yang Fuqing stared at Cen Simiao, her lips trembling a little, her clothes tightly closed, and she didn't dare to look at him. Yang Fuqing slightly raised the corner of his mouth, but he could not see a smile in his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and the blood-stained sword reflected his sharp eyes.

With a slap, the sword was withdrawn.

He raised his eyes and scanned Cen Simiao all over his body, his eyes were so deep that Cen Simiao felt cyanotic. Yang Fuqing stepped forward, tightened her lips, and hurriedly moved towards Cen Simiao.

She stepped back involuntarily, and Yang Fuqing noticed that she stopped, narrowed her eyes, and looked at Cen Simiao. Her face was a bit ugly, and her eyes flickered, but she did not dare to look at him.

Yang Fuqing frowned suddenly, staring at her sleeve. Cen Simao noticed it, and glanced down at the sleeves. It was pink gauze, and now a few drops of blood were on the cuffs, like red peony embroidered.

Yang Fuqing sank her face, the coldness between the eyebrows was appalling, and she strode toward Cen Simiao. She was stiff and subconsciously far away from Yang Fuqing, but was caught by him.

Cen Simiao shuddered in shock, raised her eyes to see his eyes, dark, and could not see the emotions, but Cen Simiao felt like a prey he was staring at.

Yang Fuqing pursed her lips, looked down at her sleeves, and frowned.

There was a rush of footsteps at the corner of the ship. Only then did Yang Fuqing go to Cen Simiao like crazy, and the person in charge of protecting him had not responded yet, hesitated, and ran over.

Liu Yue also got up from the ground, followed behind them, and the pearls on her head clanged. Before she came, I saw Yang Fuqing squatting in front of Cen Simiao, without paying any attention to majesty.

She stared blankly, unable to believe everything in front of her.

Yang Fuqing tore down Cen Simiao's sleeves, and Cen Simiao's white and tender skin appeared in front of him. Yang Fuqing's eyes were dark and she stood up. She lowered her jaw and saw Yang Fuqing throwing the torn sleeve into the sea.

He turned around and hugged Cen Simiao horizontally. Her pair of shoes embroidered with rose flowers left the ground. The whole person could only cling to Yang Fuqing. The person responsible for protecting him stood on the side without looking up. Brows, pursed his lips, and clenched his palms.

Cen Simao frowned and said softly, "Put me down!"

Yang Fuqing looked at her like a joke, looking down at her with some cynical eyes. Suddenly, he sniffed at Cen Simiao's Bainen's neck.

The movement is extremely slow, and the eyes are full of desire | desire.

Cen Simao's cheeks suddenly turned red, her body trembled, and she tried to struggle, but was hugged by Yang Fuqing. He sneered and continued to move forward.

Standing not far away, Liu Yue watched the two of them pass by in front of her, and squeezed her lips tightly until the back of them disappeared, and she raised her head, her eyes full.

Cen Simiao was thrown to the bed without saying a word, and Yang Fuqing went up to tear her clothes, just like a hungry wolf. She struggled a few times, and Yang Fuqing bit her neck, not too hard.

Her placket had been ripped open, her lower lip was bitten, and a white snow was exposed in front of Yang Fuqing's eyes. He settled his eyes, rubbed his fingertips on Cen Simiao's face, slowly slid down, and passed the neck, the touch was extremely soft.

Yang Fuqing looked, her voice was deep: "It's still as soft as before."

Cen Simiao's cheeks turned red for a moment, but the charm between her eyebrows and eyebrows could not be blocked. She bit her lip, and seemed to resist, she murmured, "No."

But the tone is the temptation that Yang Fuqing is very familiar with.

He looked up, and Cen Simiao was like a stream of water.

Yang Fuqing bit her earlobe with a bite, and Cen Simiao took a breath in pain, hearing him say vaguely: "When you suddenly left, you thought about reappearing, how would I treat you?"

She was stiff.

Yang Fuqing's eyes were dark, and the heat of breathing fell on her neck, making Ceng Simiao shudder. He chuckled: "I want to eat you bit by bit."

Cen Simiao felt that his action was very powerful, and he was fierce.

She couldn't help crying.

After staying on the boat for a few days, Cen Simiao didn't get out of bed. The bed veil was put down, covering the light outside, and Yang Fuqing's tossing and struggling made her dizzy, she didn't know what time it was.

When she slept at night, it was not long before she closed her eyes, and Yang Fuqing pushed her back. Cen Simiao was sleepy-eyed, looking at Yang Fuqing, his eyebrows were cold, his eyes were deep, staring at Cen Simiao, hiding hidden fear.

Yang Fuqing was afraid she would disappear. As long as she thought of what happened when Cen Simiao fell into the sea, his bones began to tremble.

The whole person is about to collapse.

Cen Simiao's tortured eyes were all darkened, and she was particularly irritable. And whenever Yang Fuqing had to go out to meet someone, she chained her with iron chains and couldn't get rid of it.

Every time Yang Fuqing came back from the outside, her face was disturbed, and the moment she saw her, she felt relieved instantly. Cen Simiao couldn't move when she was lying on the bed, feeling Yang Fuqing kissing her, her somber face: "You open the chain to me."

He was particularly ambiguous, passing his fingertips across Cen Simiao's forehead and kissing her fiercely.

After a while, he bent his eyes and squeezed a piece of snack, put it on her lips, Cen Simao, don't eat too much. Yang Fuqing frowned, took a bite, and the rest just pinched Cen Simiao's chin and stuffed her in.

Cen Simiao snorted.

Yang Fuqing's eyes were deep: "obedient."

Yang Fuqing started planning to leave with Cen Simiao. Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled and looked at Yang Fuqing. He was particularly keen on feeding her food recently. Seeing Cen Simiao feeding him what he had eaten, his eyes were all smiles.

Yang Fuqing handed over a snack, Cen Simiao obediently opened his mouth to eat, he raised an eyebrow, and then bowed his head to get the candied fruit. Suddenly, Cen Simiao was heard, and his tone was very hesitant: "Li Zhixiu, can you take it with you?"

Yang Fuqing moved for a moment. When he looked up, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued to feed Cen Simiao: "Do you want to take him away?"

Cen Simiao wiped her lips.

He didn't seem to care: "Take him."

The road back was particularly smooth. Many people protected Yang Fuqing, all of whom were martial arts and strong. Cen Simiao was sitting in the carriage with soft blankets and melon and fruit snacks under her body, very comfortable.

Yang Fuqing sat next to her, her arms around her waist, her hands were particularly dishonest. Cen Simiao leaned in his arms and heard the system's prompt tone, the original master's counterattack mission in life was only one percent off.

She frowned and was a little surprised. While Yang Fuqing reached for the fruit, she leaned forward, raised the curtain, and stretched her neck to look behind the carriage.

There are many people in official uniforms who wear knives around their waists and look particularly fierce. Her attention was on the prison car they were guarding. Li Zhixiu sat there, unable to see his expression, motionless, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly he looked up, and seemed to see Cen Simiao, grinning a few times.

Passed to Cen Simiao's ear.

She froze.

Yang Fuqing frowned, grabbing her back collar to make a great effort, Cen Simiao's body suddenly turned back, her search glance was interrupted, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of another carriage that followed, the blue curtain was blown by the wind Open, revealing Liu Yue's charming figure.

She twisted her body, her face was not good, Yang Fuqing was still angry that she was looking at others, but Cen Simiao sank her face instead, and he froze. When Cen Simiao was heard, "Why did Liu Yue follow?"

Yang Fuqing's eyelashes trembled, staring at her, suddenly a smile appeared in her eyes, and she reached out to hug her, but was pushed away by Cen Simiao.

He snorted and lay lazily in the carriage, pulled Cen Simiao down, turned over, pressed her, and pulled her placket with great skill.

Cen Simiao pushed him, frowned, and many people followed: "This is on a carriage, don't mess around."

Her slender legs were already wrapped around his waist.

Yang Fuqing looked up at her: "Liu Yue was watched by my men. He came to me and asked me to come back."

Cen Simiao glanced at him, and Yang Fuqing's mouth kept bending, looking especially happy. She kissed her warm lips, and the strength of her hand gradually increased, Cen Simiao breathed reluctantly.

He suddenly exerted his strength, and Cen Simao suddenly groaned, especially ambiguous.

Yang Fuqing chuckled: "Good on the carriage, save effort."

Cen Simiao's face was lightly angry, especially embarrassed, but he became more and more addicted to it.

A few days later, he had returned to the palace. The weather was as cold as when Cen Simiao left more than a decade ago. Yang Fuqing put on a big **** and hugged Cen Simiao across the carriage.

Many people greeted by kneeling at the gate of the palace. Some people had already received the news that the emperor had found the woman in the portrait, so it was unusually unusual to leave the palace without telling anyone, but to give an order when returning to the palace.

In the past, when the emperor went out of the palace to find the woman on the portrait, they were quiet and never alarmed the courtier.

Some people couldn't help raising their eyes, trying to see what kind of woman it was, which made the emperor so fond of it.

They only saw Yang Fuqing holding Cen Simiao, the tenderness of his face appeared, and those kneeling on the ground could not see Cen Simiao's appearance at all.

These people are particularly surprised, and have never seen the emperor so disoriented.

Yang Fuqing stepped very calmly step by step. He hooked the corner of his mouth, looked down at Cen Simiao, and said softly, "I haven't lost your face."

The days in the palace are no different from those on the boat. Cen Simiao still tossed in bed with Yang Fuqing, sometimes not even early.

The ministers were very annoyed, and they were particularly worried that Yang Fuqing was hooked by the fox spirits, which caused the state affairs to be missed. Cen Simiao was still tortured on the bed, and there were more people waiting for her, and occasionally I heard the palace ladies talking, and some rumors spread to her ears.

Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows, but she was still tortured.

What else did she tell Yang Fuqing not to let him go? It was so **** wrong.

When Yang Fuqing returned from the dynasty, the first thing he did was to get along with Cen Simiao. Her eyes were aloof, and Yang Fuqing didn't care. She bent her eyes and became weird with her, very enthusiastic.

Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, her legs caught on his waist, and she gasped a few times. Yang Fuqing's eyes suddenly deepened, and she kissed her neck, but she heard: "You got hooked on me, but I want to Scolded. "

He raised his eyes, laughed loudly, and his chest was shaking: "Without you, where is my soul?"

A few days passed, Cen Simiao watched the progress bar of life counterattack and remained motionless, anxious, and frowned. Only one percent is left. It's good to finish it.

She spoke directly to Yang Fuqing and said she was going to see Li Zhixiu. Yang Fuqing stared at her for a long time, lying on the bed with a particularly lazy look: "Aren't you bullying me?"

Cen Simao didn't answer. After a while, Yang Fuqing agreed, saying that he accompanied him, and he was directly glared by Cen Simao. He frowned and turned cold.

Yang Fuqing turned her back and was sullen. By midnight, Cen Simiao was drowsy, and he began to say that he could not go, but someone had to follow her.

Cen Simao carefully said that he wanted the followers to be guarded at the door and not allowed to enter Li Zhixiu's room.

Yang Fuqing wished to strangle her.

On the day he went to see Li Zhixiu, the chain that had been copying Cen Simiao was opened, and Yang Fuqing went to the early court with a very bad face. As soon as Cen Simiao stepped out of the palace door, she saw three men with swords around their waists, and she was especially respectful.

Just standing next to the man was Liu Yue. She had changed into a woman and saluted at Cen Simiao. She could not see the original arrogance.

Cen Simiao frowned: "Why are you here?"

Liu Yue's eyebrows fluttered, and he quickly replied: "My grandfather said that it was inconvenient to have no woman around her, so the grandfather asked the emperor to let me come to the palace for a few days to wait for you."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips and pursed.

Liu Yue also begged her own master for a long time, crying and making noises, and then it worked. She just wasn't reconciled. Why did she say that she looks exactly like the portrait? Seeing that she is about to enter the palace to enjoy her blessing, Cen Simiao suddenly inserts a kick.

She can only be a puppet next to Wu Jiefu.

But the master saw the emperor came back and said that she could go to Cen Simiao, but it was not a blessing, but something that Cen Simiao had unpleasant feelings. She had to go up and be beaten by Cen Simiao.

Liu Yue's eyes widened suddenly.

The master glanced at her: "You bullied the person on the apex of the emperor's heart. You followed me and you could save your life, but you just don't know what to do. You have to go together to make the emperor rule you."

Liu Yue concealed this and did not dare to tell Cen Simiao.

Li Zhixiu was imprisoned in the palace. Cen Simiao walked for a while before arriving. She let everyone out and then went in by herself. These people really didn't move and stood obediently.

But Liu Yue had a lot of thoughts, and felt that Cen Simiao was not right. He took out his own handkerchief from his sleeve and said in front of these people, "Oh, my master ’s handkerchief just fell to the ground. I picked it up and forgot to return What a brain she is. "

Forget the words, and forget to rush inside.

The three men who stayed outside did not remember whether Cen Simiao had dropped a handkerchief and tried to go to Liu Yue, but she ran very fast. They shook their heads and didn't care.

Cen Simiao heard the system say that Liu Yue was hiding outside and eavesdropping, and the others didn't come in. She bent her eyes. Li Zhixiu was particularly excited to see her, saying that he now ate well and lived well, and Yang Fuqing did not embarrass him anymore.

Cen Simiao answered, her expression was aloof, but her tone fell into Liu Yue's ears, which was especially ambiguous. Liu Yueting's heart trembled.

Li Zhixiu said that Cen Simao should be made more efforts and Yang Fuqing should be given a half-time job. When the money was enough, he found a chance to steal Cen Simiao out of the palace and then went away.

Liu Yue's heartbeat kept on, waiting for Cen Simiao to come out from behind, she followed the orderly, without saying a word. Cen Simiao watched the progress bar of life counterattack completed, and she bent her lips. The sweet words she said just now seemed to work.

Liu Yue noticed Cen Simiao's smile, she clenched her palms and secretly resolved.

When Yang Fuqing came back down, he looked at the door of the palace and went inside with all his heart. Liu Yue, who was standing at the door, suddenly knelt down, saying something was wrong, about Cen Simiao.

Yang Fuqing frowned.

When the sun went down in the afternoon, Liu Yue sat on a chair in the house and ate snacks in her hand. When she saw the master coming back, she greeted her with a smile and slap in the face.

She was snoring.

The master was furious: "How dare you go to the emperor and chew your tongue? Do you still want to survive? Do you know how hard I have lost my life to keep you? If you want to die, don't pull me back."

Liu Yue's tears fell, and she was suddenly grieved.

At dawn, Liu Yue went to the gate of the palace and said she wanted to see Cen Simiao. Cen Simiao was still lying in bed, yawning and trapped, and Yang Fuqing had just gone up.

She knew clearly that Liu Yue went to Yang Fuqing to sue, but was scolded. Cen Simiao rubbed her forehead and asked Liu Yue to come in.

The palace was extremely cold. Yang Fuqing wore a dragon robe and came out of the palace door, but instead of going to the early dynasty, he took a sword, looked cold, and ran to the place where Li Zhixiu fixed.

Li Zhi amended to drink the begging wine, drunk and dreamed of death, the door was slammed open, and he raised his eyes.

Suddenly hesitated.

The place in the palace is huge, soundproof and very good, and sometimes I do n’t know what's going on inside the hall. Cen Simiao lived farther away from here, and the iron chain on her wrist was still lying on the bed.

Liu Yue knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up.

Cen Simiao didn't ask her what he was sorry for.

He stayed there until Yang Fuqing came back. When he stepped in, the people in the room felt a cool breeze. Liu Yue turned his head to look at him, and then he looked down in fright. Yang Fuqing didn't even look at her, staring at Cen Simiao on the bed, his eyes were heavy.

Cen Simiao looked up, he leaned over and kissed her, Cen Simiao reluctantly avoided, saying that her socks were not worn properly and were uncomfortable.

Her arrogant voice made Liu Yue look up. Yang Fuqing went to Cen Simiao to put on her socks again. The movement was extremely gentle, but Cen Simiao was still dissatisfied. He came back again and again, and was very patient.

Liu Yue felt incredible.

Yang Fuqing finally got bored, took off the socks directly, hugged Cen Simiao, and pressed and kissed. Cen Simiao accidentally glanced at his cuff. There were a few black spots, as if the bloodstains had dried up. Her eyelashes trembled, and she asked in wonder: "How dirty is the sleeve?"

With a frown, he took off his clothes and set aside, "You don't need to wash it."

Liu Yue had been kicked out long ago, and the door had not been closed. She heard the sound inside and clenched her lips, and her heart was getting stronger and stronger. She reluctantly went to Li Zhixiu's residence again, trying to find out what was going on with him and Cen Simiao.

Before he came to him, he saw several guards carrying individuals, walking out with blood.

Liu Yue stopped suddenly, frowned, and the guards changed their direction. The person being lifted happened to be Liu Yue. She could see the appearance of the person and was shocked.

Li Zhixiu's neck was almost cut and his body was all blood.