Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

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West Plant

The mellow voice of singing gradually fell into a downturn.

At the head of the bed, both men were sweating profusely, one lying down and the other sitting, puffing.

Lu Qiange rested for a while, her cold eyes turned towards Minglan.

I saw a small whip pulled down, his skin was already blue and red on his thin front (chest xiong) that was exposed (exposed), and small blood leaked out of the many overlapping welt marks. bead.

But while the perverted **** was savoring the hot tearing pain of the wound, there was an expression of pain and satisfaction on his pale and sweaty face.

Lu Qiange saw the extremely contradictory look (color) in his eyes, and immediately felt his scalp numb, and several layers of goose bumps aroused all over his body.

At the moment, Minglan's cheeks were flushed with rouge, and a pair of sparkling peach eyes hooked to the beautiful man on the bed.

Lu Qiange's heart was shocked and asked in shock:

"No? More?"

Minglan smiled "Hey", the blush on her cheeks was even worse, and the ending rhyme of the voice was soft and trembling, with a heavy flattery prayer:

"Hero... can you, let the Governor... let me go first for convenience?"

"Convenience?"

Lu Qiange raised his eyes, the sharp light in his purple eyes locked onto Minglan's radiant face, making careful calculations in his heart.

He is not stupid, he knows a truth:

Once the opponent is detained in the room, he must not be easily asked to leave the room again!

Letting the opponent go is like letting a trapped beast out of its cage. The Tiqi from the West Factory was guarded by the corridor. At this time, any behavior that grew out of the knot was extremely stupid!

"Hero, please, let me go to the toilet. It's really... I'm tight. If you don't worry, you can go to the West Chamber with me, I... I will never have any trouble, you, you take me Go ahead..."

Ming Lan was really anxious, her pointed face was a little deformed by the abdomen, and her hair and temples were hot and sweaty.

"Don't go! Give it to the master!"

Lu Qiange felt irritable, raised his eyebrows and waved his whip, slamming Minglan's thighs.

"Oh"

The pain of broken bones, the hot pain of being whipped on the skin, and the urgency that seems to be an arrow on the string when the inner urgency is near, the three come together to form a more peculiar and refreshing feeling.

In an instant, Ming Lan's figure trembled and stretched out a long sigh.

Then a stale air burst out from under him, making the surrounding air particularly pungent.

"..."

Lu Qiange only felt his stomach turned, and jumped a few meters away from the head of the bed.

Who doesn't know, if the movement is so small that it is almost inaudible when there is no respect, the smell will definitely stink!

Minglan is like that.

If you don't smoke, you can kill a house of flies and bugs.

In this way, the **** is not pretending.

Lu Qiange looked around (touching Mo), he saw a high-necked copper spittoon under the bed, he bent over and placed the spittoon in front of the bed.

The spittoon was very clean (dry gan), and the outer wall was smooth and shiny, and it could be used as a bronze mirror to illuminate the figure.

I don't know what was thrown in it, but the cool scent of jasmine mixed with mint grass wafted out.

Lu Qiange couldn't help but toss his lips, releasing a frivolous smile line. Then he raised his scornful eyes, and ordered Ming Lan in a deep voice:

"It's convenient here!"

Ming Lan shook his head repeatedly, panicked and said:

"No, this is my spittoon. With it, how does this, this make it?"

Lu Qiange's purple eyes were round, and the rays of light were harsh:

"How can't it be! That's too much trouble, so the angry little master will tell you to pull it on (bed chuang)!"

Ming Lan's helpless flat lips, angrily swallowed a mouthful of saliva and the half-word that he hadn't said, all back into his belly.

Just now, he went to the toilet

Everything is half true.

Seeing that his precious jar is held in the palm of the wild boy, this is equivalent to the fate of being pinched by the enemy in the palm of his hand.

Minglan didn't dare to open his mouth and call people to come in, so he began to ponder the design to go out. Once out of the house, there are various opportunities to call people.

Tiqi was outside the house. Ming Lan didn't believe it. The wild boy with an unknown name in front of him would dare to sway out of the house holding his altar?

Go out like this, don’t you immediately expose it?

However, this kid was also quite slick, as if he could see through his mind. I would rather ask him to settle in the spittoon than let him out.

Nothing happened, Minglan had to try another way.

Peach Blossom's eyes turned a few times, and Minglan lay on the (bed chuang) and asked:

"Hero, can you untie the acupuncture points for me? Allow me to get out of bed, so that it is good, on the spittoon...convenient."

A faint light flashed in the purple eyes, and Lu Qiange nodded happily this time:

"it is good!"

"The body can't move."

Ming Lan (gan gan) laughed, her expression aggrieved.

Both hips were clicked by Lu Qiange's two fingers, and the limbs no longer became heavy, as if they were back on him again.

Ming Lan couldn't bend over to put on shoes because of the pain of her tailbone, so she was able to rub her white socks on the floor and move to the spittoon.

The expression turned hard, and he hesitated to look at Lu Qiange:

"Hero, can, can you not stare at me like this? You, I, I can't sit on me..."

"Stop talking!"

Lu Qiange was already impatient, a cold light in her purple eyes.

The left hand holding the dagger rolled over his wrist, and a white glow went straight to Minglan Xia's body.

He only felt a sudden cold on his waist, and looked down, the dark red trousers with fluffy feather satin on his legs had fallen to his toes.

"what!"

Ming Lan screamed, and put his hands between his legs anxiously, looking nervously.

Although he has always been ridiculously ridiculous, but deep in his heart, he still has an indelible sense of shame about the purification.

Even if it is the person closest to him, Minglan doesn't want to be easily seen by him, let alone facing a stranger who has never seen him before.

Lu Qiange rolled his eyes out, then shook the sharp blade in his hand, silently looked directly at Minglan, and shook his head at the spittoon.

That means telling him, sit on it quickly, and don't rub the young master's (sexual xing) anymore.

Ming Lan lowered her eyes slightly, hiding the countless resentment in her eyes.

Watching this beautiful man use the strength of the blade, you can tell that he is good at his skills, and his three punches and two feet are definitely not his opponent.

For the sake of her baby, Ming Lan could only swallow her breath.

Slowly squatting, just touching the copper edge of the spittoon, Minglan was frozen to the delicate skin by the unique hardness of metal.

Immediately, his face (color) was ugly, and his discomfort made it difficult for him to hold his mouth open and shout:

"what!"

(奶Nai)(奶Nai), the governor is also a second-ranking member of the imperial court anyway, how could he be reduced to the vulgarity of the public, using a spittoon as a bucket of honor!

At this moment, Minglan missed his latrine in the mansion very much.

That is a luxuriously decorated house.

Inside there is a wooden case made of sandalwood, and there is a lucky three-legged toad purple gold furnace on it. In the open mouth of the toad, the green smoke of Luoxiang and Luoxiang are filled all year round.

The large Luotian lacquer box next to him is filled with (dried gan) dates for him to block his nostrils when he climbs the pit, blocking the undesirable air around him.

Then, he was sitting on a pontoon stool wrapped in five-seven li silk.

The oak barrel under the stool has a wide mouth and a big belly. The surface is brushed with red-glazed jadeite, and the barrel is soaked in perfume.

In winter, change the ten-mile silk wrap on the Gong stool to fox fur. People sitting on the toilet are soft and comfortable, and the skin does not feel cold.

After the incident, the servants will bring a white jade basin of mutton fat filled with bean water to clean him.

Now, forced to sit above the spittoon

Convenient treatment, to Minglan, who has always been gorgeous and ostentatious in life, is simply a great shame!

After unlocking all acupuncture points for Minglan, Lu Qiange remained vigilant without blinking.

Only when he heard Minglan yelling at his neck again, he thought he was playing tricks.

"Swish", the dagger had chased Ming Lan's neck in the blink of an eye.

Minglan was frightened and frightened, and there was a movement in his body. The kind of reincarnation of grains rushed into the spittoon in an overwhelming manner.

"　......"

Lu Qiange was choked by the pungent smell, so her brows were closed and she took a few steps back.

Minglan stiffened, as if settling on the spittoon, her face (color) was pale, obviously feeling shame and embarrassment.

When he was young, he straightened his face and said:

"I, I'm fine..."

"Oh?"

Lu Qiange stared at Ming Lan with cold eyes (color), and suddenly walked in anxiously, reaching out with one hand to lift him from the spittoon.

"I……"

Ming Lan's facial features twitched, and as soon as he pulled his neck, the sharp dagger was already on his throat.

Minglan hiccuped and lowered her voice:

"I, I have not yet cleansed."

"Duke Ming, you have this virtue, don't pay attention to it!"

After Lu Qiange laughed and said, he raised his foot and kicked on Minglan (Fart Pi).

The lifeless pain of his tailbone made him almost lose his breath, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.

At this moment, Ming Lan's sharp face that was so white that he had lost blood had an expression of extreme astonishment, and his lips were trembling and unable to paint a word.

Before he was clean, he was kicked by Lu Qiange, and kicked over through his robe, his position was impartial...

Come to think of it, this newly tailored brocade robe is already stained...

Minglan's torn heart uttered ten thousand shouts, and his spirit almost collapsed.

(强qiang) Enduring the various discomforts of the senses, his eyes (color) looked at Lu Qiange with a trembling voice, begging:

"Hero, I and I listen to you. Now, can you give me back my altar?"

"I really want it?"

Lu Qiange's eyebrows (color) darkened suddenly, the light and shadow in the purple eyes flickered, and a flash of laughter swayed across his lips, faintly with a chill of unknown meaning.

He lifted the lid of the porcelain altar in front of Minglan's eyes, and unexpectedly put the altar mouth down.

Minglan opened his mouth in a daze but couldn't make a sound. His eyes were as wide as his limit, and his limbs twitched while looking straight, the contents of the altar plunged into the spittoon.

Lu Qiange raised his whip again, and slammed Minglan's trembling back.

"Oh"

Ming Lan yelled unexpectedly, her twisted face looked painful, and she seemed to enjoy it.

"Okay, if you want that thing, reach out and fish it out by yourself"

Lu Qiange's eyes were dazzling, and he gave a cold voice, slamming the whip at Minglan's feet.

"Ah! Oh! Don't"

Minglan was abused, but like a spinning top, the more he was beaten, the more excited.

One wall howled and the other shook his head, the whole face was red and sweaty, and his face (color) was strange but strange.

Outside the house, a tweeted rider couldn't bear it and ran to the front yard.

The other pushed him and asked:

Gan gan) What is this? Tonight you and I are ready for work, you are left with me, where are you going?"

The one who was short of breath, blushed and said coarsely:

"No way, I can't stand it anymore, find a place to vent the fire!"

"Hey, You……"

Halfway through the other words, I watched the five-ridged beasts run away.

When he returned to the corridor in a dull manner, the undulating voice kept pouring into his ears, (stabbing ci) aroused his uneasy heart.

Tiqi blocked his ears with both hands, it was useless!

After pacing a few steps back and forth, he glanced at the door of the room, and then ran away...2k