Royal Road

When leaving Sagong's Mansion, the sun was already drooping. It was not that the banquet ended early, but Liang Feng left early.

In all fairness, Wang Yan is very enjoyable and has high taste. Not to mention wine and food, even the tableware and utensils on the case are gorgeous and unusual. A large basin of ice in the cellar was placed under the porch, and the pretty maid played a fan to cool off the heat. Musical performances are always non-stop, and entertainment is constantly emerging.

Composing poems and singing, talking about profound appreciation, everyone here is a variety of good players, when it comes to the beauty, they will all cheer, drink and scream. In such an atmosphere, even people who are cold and indifferent will be agitated by the infection and reluctant to think about it.

But in Sikong Mansion, outside of Luoyang City? Jingzhou has become a mess, and the puppet emperor army is approaching step by step. Yizhou has a strong anti-thief force, besieging Yecheng and fighting endlessly. Sizhou, Bingzhou, and the Xiongnu looked eagerly, and the old thief Liu Yuan might send troops to advance.

The mountains and rivers are broken and survived. Under such circumstances, they can still play so happy. Watching coldly, it's simply chilling.

For today's purposes, Liang Feng can bear it. However, when someone suggested taking Sanxing Le, his expression changed. Regardless of impoliteness, retire early.

"Be careful of the man!" Cui Ji saw Liang Feng stepping down and hurriedly stepping forward and holding his arm.

At this moment, Liang Feng was speechless. Something in his body couldn't help rolling, tempting him to surrender to desire. It is less than half a month since withdrawal, how can you resist this terrible addiction?

As long as he answers, Wang Yan will immediately deliver Hanshisan, thoughtful and meticulous, within easy reach...

With his nails sinking into the palm of his hand, Liang Fengqiang stepped forward and walked towards the bullock cart. When he got in the car, he kept stopping, and immediately asked: "Did you see Wang Sikong's intentions?"

The questions have no beginnings and ends, but Cui Ji answered quickly: "It's the school entrance examination, to see if the Fujun is useful."

At the banquet, there was no room for Cui Ji to interrupt. The grandfather's great Confucian name is not worthy of those senior scholars who came from a Confucian family. Who will take care of this horrible contempt? But precisely because of this, Cui Ji has a lot of time to observe and think. Now that Liang Feng asks, he can naturally answer casually.

Yes, this is Wang Yan's deliberate examination. If not, how could Yu Jing and other guests ask such acrimonious and rude questions?

This is no longer an exploration of knowledge and talents, but more to look at Liang Feng's attitude and temperament, to see if he can use it for himself.

"Where is it used?" Liang Feng half-leaned on Pingji, and continued.

"...It won't be the court, the mansion is not liked by the King of East China Sea." Cui Ji's voice was heavy, like a knuckle in his throat.

If it's about running the country, the person in front of you is definitely a talent that is hard to see in a century, not to mention that the rank is more than two thousand stones, and the three men have done it! But for Tokai King, is such a person pleasing? Just look at Wang Yan and the free and easy escapees next to him, and you know the answer. In addition, it should be the emperor's own will to invite him to Beijing. The chance that Sima Yue will keep him in Beijing is slim.

In that case, why let Wang Yan come to the school?

Liang Feng laughed lowly: "That's for merging the state..."

With a buzzing sound in his mind, Liang Feng was still unwilling to dig through the little reason left. He will not be allowed to enter the court, and he will be interviewed again. The most likely possibility is the personnel arrangement of the state. Sima Teng had already gone to Yecheng, and there was no such thing as a leader in the prefecture. It was still not a solution. Such a high position was supposed to be held by the Sima ethnic group or a high school student, but the Huns are so violent, if they fall, wouldn't Luoyang be in danger?

The news of Jinyang's relief came at the right time. Probably because of this, the emperor will notice him. Then the greatest possibility of entering Luoyang is to promote his position!

"It's a pity that the King of the East China Sea is in front, and I am afraid that it will be embarrassing when I often go to court." Cui Ji whispered.

The emperor is pleased, will Sima Yue agree? Moreover, the dinner party today was really not a pleasant one. If Wang Yan said something behind his back, it would be even more difficult.

Liang Feng gasped in a low voice: "In the past few days, you can talk about the wind. When you enter the court, you can prepare."

Seeing Liang Feng's cold sweat, Cui Ji couldn't help but said: "The man is better off resting first. After returning to the mansion, let Jiang Jien take a good look. You can leave these painstaking tasks to the lower officials..."

Liang Feng waved his hand weakly without saying much, leaning on Pingji.

After returning to the mansion, Jiang Da diagnosed pulse moxibustion and instilled another dose of medicinal juice, and Liang Feng took him to take a forced rest. Today’s symptoms are actually more of a heart addiction, and the effect that medicine stones can play is quite limited. After this addiction, it will be fine.

But the words are simple, lying on the bed is not a taste. The drug addiction induced is like an invisible big hand, making Liang Feng uneasy to sleep. After tossing and lying down for an hour, the soothing fragrance slowly took effect. Fainted, he fell asleep.

It's not empty there. In the darkness, a living creature that looked like a giant python was sticking to his side, tightly binding his chest. The force was too strong, too strong, and he couldn't breathe under pressure. Liang Feng wanted to struggle to get rid of, but the things that trapped him were unwilling to relax. On the contrary, the entanglement became tighter and tighter. The rough touch followed. It wasn't like a snake scale, it was hot and solid, rubbing his bare chest inch by inch. The warm nose sprayed on the roots of the ears, making the back tremble and the hair standing straight.

However, that feeling is not bad. The heat lingering in the chest and abdomen began to move stupidly with the pressure, and the stack was surging. It seems to be addiction to drugs, but it also seems to be something else that makes people want to stop.

At some point, Liang Feng stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the thing hidden in the dark. He wanted it to hold it tighter and rub it harder. Until that roughness presses on the soft lower abdomen...

With a panting of horror, Liang Feng woke up. Sweating profusely.

"Lord Lord! Have you had a nightmare?" Qingmei rushed to the couch, her voice was terrified, and even her small body trembled.

Liang Feng did not answer. The humming noise did not dissipate, and he couldn't even see things in his eyes, only black shadows and white flashes. But what is whispering. The voice told him that the person guarding the bed was wrong. What he needs is the one in his dream!

Liang Feng closed his eyes. Those struggling things in the body seemed to change directions. Greedy desire, stingy grasp, no matter where the pleasure comes from. It's like a heart addiction he can't get rid of.

It's just morbid. Liang Feng whispered to himself in the bottom of his heart. One day, they will disappear.

Someday.

I don't know how long it took before Liang Feng slowly said, "Fetch a new dress..."

How dare Qingmei be negligent, she immediately found warm water and a clean coat to help her master wipe her body and change her clothes. The sweaty clothes came off, as if the second layer of skin had been stripped. Afterwards, a clean and soft cloth wraps the whole body again.

Liang Feng lay on the couch without strength and closed his eyes.

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The residence of Sima Yue, king of the East China Sea, is the most luxurious mansion in Luoyang City today. If it is exquisite and gorgeous, it might be inferior to the robbed palace.

Sitting in the seat of the guest of honor, Wang Yan glanced over the jade screen in the room, pressing greed on the bottom of his eyes. Isn't this kind of life what he yearns for? Unfortunately, it takes a bit of effort to get to this point. We will arrange for Wang Cheng and Wang Dun to be the prefecture in the future. Only when the three of their brothers are in a high position, the Langya Wang family can share the world with the Sima family.

Opposite, Sima Yue put on a gentle smile, and said: "Fang Lao Si is free to come forward, I don't know what the feast was yesterday?"

Wang Yan's name is very big, he has a high spirit, and his Feng Yi is very good. The more Sima treated him, not only was he able to attract more talents and strangers to take effect, but also because Wang Yan himself made Sima more affectionate, even to the point of being fascinated by him. Perhaps it was his lack of talent and style that made him feel passionate about this celebrity effect.

Wang Yan naturally knew Sima Yue's mind, and in front of him, he would always look calm and unrestrained. Gently shook his hand, he said lightly: "Yesterday, I was drunk and talked with everyone into the night. It was really good. It's a pity that the new customers are restrained, and I can't enjoy it."

There was no word to belittle this, but the more Sima heard it, he frowned: "I heard people say before that the talent is so brilliant, so elegant, how can it be like this?"

"Position, appearance, and tolerance are something you can't make mistakes. But this son is following the rules, and is deeply humorous in Buddhism, so he is not a member of my generation." Wang Yan said meaningfully.

This time Sima lowered his face: "Will it be troublesome to see you tomorrow?"

Just after listening to Wang Yan's words, Sima Yue lost his affection for the person he was going to see tomorrow. He also knew that the little emperor was probably secretly planning to win over the crowd. If Liang Zixi turned against the emperor, why would he keep him?

However, Wang Yan smiled slightly: "If you are not a member of our generation, you may not be able to use it for Taiwei. As long as you stay away from the court, what can you do? Just go to the palace tomorrow to see whether he respects the emperor or not. "

This is vague, but the meaning in the words is clear. If Liang Feng voted for the emperor himself, then everything will be done. Conversely, if he can see the situation in the DPRK and China, bow his head to Sima Yue. It’s okay to use it for a while. Both sides are rewards, let the emperor come, it is better to let him, the head of the three men, do it.

Sima Yue didn't expect that Wang Yan would say this, and he pondered for a moment before he said, "But if you get a state, wouldn't it be troublesome if you have a vest? Moreover, the Liang family's foundation is too weak, and he heard that he was engaged to Taiyuan before, but the bride died before marriage. How can such duckweed calm a state?"

"Because of this, you have no foundation, so you need to rely on the Sky Tree. Otherwise, how can you do your best for the Taiwei if you vote for him?" Wang Yan was not polite this time, and said bluntly.

Taiyuan Wang Clan and Langya Wang Clan have the same surname but different branches, and the two are quite competitive. When Emperor Wu was there, the Wang clan of Taiyuan had the upper hand, and Wang Hun received all the favors in his line. Now, he represents Wang Clan Langya standing in this position, more than Wang Hun before. If it is possible, he naturally hopes that his family will keep such a position. Wang Jun, the chief of Youzhou, made him very vigilant, and another relative would help him, but it was not what he wanted to see.

This is a brand new idea. Sima Yue couldn't help but nodded: "Sikong's words are very true. It is loyal or evil. It is useful or not to be distinguished by the palace. Alas, your Majesty is young and is always easy to be provoked. It is better to be a good person."

The words are fair and honest, but the real thoughts are well known to both of you.

Wang Yan casually shook his hand tail: "Don't worry, Taiwei, there are still two people here, so they are outstanding, it's worthy of use..."

Regardless of the surname Liang, Wang Yan generously promoted the "wise talents" he had just won.