After dressing as a demon, I accidentally deceived the feelings of my old enemy

Chapter 59

The appearance of Yin Bingyu blocked Feng Ce's way, she was silent under the moonlight, turned around, looked at Feng Ce, her eyes were sharp as if she was confronting someone.

Feng Ce stopped on his way to the East Palace, then looked at her in the moonlight, and asked straight to the point: "What's the matter?"

Yin Bingyu looked at him and paused, feeling amused in her heart, but her brows were still pleasing to the eye, as if she still regarded him as the master of the pavilion, and reported something that happened: "My lord, the Demon Building has been warmed." Don't break in, everyone inside has been rescued, using the teleportation array."

Unexpectedly, Yin Bingyu went in soon after he came out, and it seemed that he had been cracking the enchantment and talisman array that Wen Bie had laid down.

It is very likely that Yin Bingyu broke in just after he left.

Feng Ce's eyebrows turned cold, and he pretended to be angry: "How did he get in?"

Yin Bingyu frowned slightly, her respect was so respectful that Feng Ce felt contrived, she said: "Your Majesty needs to go and see for himself, his method is peculiar, Bingyu can only simply block it, but cannot strengthen the barrier to the point where he can no longer use it This method breaks."

Feng Ce didn't bring out the captured person, and that person would confess to Feng Ce if he was rescued by Yin Bingyu. Yin Bingyu asked him to see the enchantment this time, in fact, he was inviting you into the urn.

"I still have something to solve, and I will try to restrain Wen Bie."

After finishing speaking, he took Yuwu and left, walking hurriedly, as if nothing had happened.After getting far away, Yuwu asked curiously, "Your Majesty, haven't you been with Wen all the time?"

Feng Ce didn't deny it: "He took me in, I can only do what I can, so our loss is only a few hundred magic soldiers. If he destroys the magic building, it will be irreparable."

"Your Majesty is right," Yu Wu guessed thoughtfully, "Almost no one can break through the enchantment at the entrance of the Demon Creation. Maybe Wen Bie was able to go in because of her own fault. She came to see us last night. I want Shuihe and Keyan."

"I can't even look down on my own people. I suspect that she did this on purpose."

Feng Ce: "I asked Jingfeng to send Shui He and Ke Yan to the Demon Realm. The two of them acted arrogantly. I will clean them up first, so as not to affect the plan."

"Go and investigate the remaining deputy pavilion masters of the Twelve-tone Pavilion. In addition, you can let Jingjue get away, and you don't have to pretend to work with them."

Yuwu was puzzled: "When Jingjue comes back at this time, we will have no way of knowing their actions."

Feng Ce suddenly smiled coldly and conceitedly: "They are not stupid, they must have suspected Jing Jue."

Yuwu was startled: "I'll tell him right away!"

At the fork in the road to the East Palace and the road back to the Marquis' Mansion, Feng Ce stepped on the road to the East Palace, Yu Wu suddenly said: "By the way, Lord Hou thought you were hidden by Zhao Jian, and you haven't come back since you went there tonight. "

Feng Ce paused: "What?"

Yu Wu was about to repeat it, Feng Ce sighed slowly: "Jing Feng should have his own measure, I'll go to Prince Rui's residence."

Feng Ce has been in Yongdu for so many days, but this is the first time he has come to the Prince Regent's Mansion. The Prince Regent's Mansion is much more magnificent than other mansions.

The two big stone lions in front of the gate of the palace are majestic. He came alone, there should have been hidden guards to ventilate him, so he only needs to stand in front of the door for a while, and someone will come to open the door.

……

Xu Yilan looked at the official documents and saw that it was midnight. The war in northern Xinjiang was very fierce recently. It was just reported that a battle had damaged tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, causing the Ministry of War to be overwhelmed.

The Northern Yan army is strong and strong, and they have already pressed heavily on the pass. After breaking through the northern border pass, they can drive straight in. They who are far away in Yongdu City have to worry about it.

Because all the Beiyan missions were killed in Yongdu and did not explain it, Beiyan has always held a grudge, and has been eyeing the enemy in the Central Plains, rioting at the border between the two countries every now and then, especially knowing that the Jing'an Houfu was deprived of military power.

For ten years, General He and his second son have been guarding the border. In the first two years, Beiyan suffered from two major battles, and she has always been afraid of General He. The general is also getting old very quickly, and he is already unable to do what he wants.

Bei Yan, who was recharging his troops, was waiting for this day. The more fierce the internal struggle of the Central Plains enemies, the happier they were, and the more they valued civil servants rather than military generals, the more excited they were.

Now they are extremely arrogant, clamoring that they will break through in twenty days, and take the head of General He as a sacrifice to their heroes who died on the battlefield.

The emperor had to issue an order to call in reinforcements, and the Ministry of War had to recruit soldiers and horses, and transport enough food and grass in advance.

The military generals who followed the Marquis of Jing'an back then returned to their hometowns, and the younger ones are now subordinates of General He, and they all followed them to northern Xinjiang.

The person who sent food and grass and the person who led the reinforcements were selected, and only He Yaozong, the eldest son of General He who was still in Yongdu, the captain of the city guard, was suitable.

After stopping to think, Xu Yilan realized that someone had entered his study room and was looking at his open documents behind the wooden chair he was sitting on.

Ye Shaoqing saw that the pen he was holding refused to fall, and the ink dipped in the tip of the pen was about to drip, so he made up his mind, dipped the tip of the pen in the inkstone to evenly ink, wrote the three characters He Yaozong, and put it down as if he was heavy. A pen of a thousand catties.

Ye Shaoqing lowered her body and hugged him from behind, slipped her hands into the collar of his wide collar from behind his neck, buried her head on the side of his neck, exhaling moist and itchy breath.

The appearance of Xu Yilan doing something quietly and seriously is like a flower quietly blooming.

Sometimes this flower is like a plum hidden in the heavy snow, and sometimes it is like an orchid on a cliff.

If he smiled inadvertently here, he would be like a mountain gardenia in full bloom or a dazzling poppy.

He was like a day of waking up to insects in February, and it was Ye Shaoqing's heart that was frightened.

Xu Yilan's official document was pushed aside by Ye Shaoqing, Ye Shaoqing pressed him on the desk and kissed him, he wrapped his hands around Ye Shaoqing's neck as if he felt insecure, his long legs did not hang down, but tightly wrapped around Ye Shaoqing's waist.

"So nervous, is this the first time my lord servant has done such a thing?" Ye Shaoqing untied his robe and spread it on the desk for him to cushion, watching him blushing and not turning his head to look at him.

He became more and more excited, and even his blood was boiled by his shy appearance, and he pulled the hand holding the desk to himself, "Master, won't you look at me?"

Changing one word for another name, Ye Shaoqing finally got Xu Yilan's eyes.

He peeled off the white and tender egg shell, and Xu Yilan's skin all over her body was pink, and her arms were supporting her body, revealing her slender shoulders, as if beckoning Ye Shaoqing to take a bite and taste it.

"hiss…"

With a pain in his shoulder, Xu Yilan felt that Ye Shaoqing should belong to a dog, so he bit him first without doing anything.

Ye Shaoqing saw him look down at the place where he was bitten, and the frowning made him look a little aggrieved. He couldn't help pecking and kissing his pretty face twice, and then asked solemnly: "Master, what should the student do next?" ?”

Xu Yilan looked at Ye Shaoqing with incredible eyes, then frowned and said, "I don't know."

"I thought the master should teach me writing during the day and bed/skills at night."

"you!"

Just when Xu Yilan was angry, Ye Shaoqing's hand touched his flat chest.

There are budding red flower bones on Pingchuan, even if they are just flower bones, Ye Shaoqing will not hesitate to pick them.

Xu Yilan wanted to scold him, but Suyou went into his bones, making him silent, pursing his lips and frowning, as if enduring the pain.

Ye Shaoqing just smiled, slyly.

Xu Yilan also practices martial arts, so her waistline is evenly long, and there are beautiful abdominal muscles on her narrow waist.When Ye Shaoqing saw it, she couldn't help but boast: "Master's figure is very good, and the student is eager to try it."

Xu Yilan was ashamed and angry, she lowered her voice and said in a deep voice, "Shut up."

Ye Shaoqing was so fierce that he withdrew Ping Chuanshang's hand, holding his narrow waist, and looked down. Seeing Wuqi, he immediately forgot about Xu Yilan telling him to shut up.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xu Yilan with a smile: "Master's mushrooms grow faster than mine."

After finishing speaking, a kiss fell from Xu Yilan's lips, and then kissed all the way to the bottom.

The hot itchy breath on Ye Shaoqing's lips also made Xu Yilan's body start to feel weak. He raised his hand to cover his red eyes, gasping for breath, not daring to watch his movements.

When kissing the lips, Ye Shaoqing exclaimed: "It's more tender than the tofu in Twelve-tone Pavilion."

Then he changed to another place, and he said again: "This red bean is better than the signature red bean fruit made by Twelve Yin Pavilion. If it contains a sweet lotion, it should be as sweet as the freshly squeezed goat's milk in the morning."

"..."

Until the end, Ye Shaoqing rolled his Adam's apple and said, "It's much thicker than goat's milk, but it has more smell."

He wiped his mouth with his fingers, took away Xu Yilan's hand that covered his face, looked at the eyes that he had forced into tears, and touched his panting lips.

This look made Ye Shaoqing lose his mind.

When she came back to her senses again, Xu Yilan was already lying on the desk, her white knuckles clutching the robe that had been laid out in advance, she didn't utter a word from her slightly opened mouth, but her voice became louder and louder.

Ye Shaoqing leaned into his ear and asked him: "Master Minister, do you think this speed is satisfactory?"

Xu Yilan bit the bullet and replied, "Too slow."

So not long after, Xu Yilan withdrew the word too slow, crying and shouted the opposite too fast.

Xu Yilan's waist is extremely narrow, and Ye Shaoqing pinched him just a little, and he couldn't move. His voice gradually became hoarse, but his senses were sharper than usual.

It was like a channel switch was turned on there.

Ye Shaoqing exclaimed: "This is like the opening of the dam. I am really honored to see it for the first time."

Xu Yilan was stung by his words, subconsciously tensed up, her body and mind tensed up.

This made Ye Shaoqing more excited and worked hard.

In the end, Ye Shaoqing stopped suddenly, and Xu Yilan almost couldn't get used to it. Turning his head, he saw Ye Shaoqing took his pen and dipped it in the ink.

Ye Shaoqing lowered his head to write seriously, and the cold ink slid across the place as tender and white as steamed buns just out of the oven.

Xu Yilan asked him hoarsely, "What did you write?"

"Write my name," Ye Shaoqing said, "I have to monopolize it here."

Xu Yilan scolded him in embarrassment: "Obscene words and obscene language are too vulgar."

Ye Shaoqing put down the pen without haste, smiled gracefully, and used actions to make him speechless. After the ink was dry, Ye Shaoqing turned Xu Yilan over, looked at him directly, and lowered his head to kiss him lips.

He had slender legs, lifted one of his beautiful ankle bones, and crushed it.

It took a long time until Xu Yilan's chest heaved violently like a suffocated person just getting air, and he raised his head and gasped for breath, his eyes were lifeless.

……

The palace is very solemn, with many pairs of eyes staring at it in the dark, every step Feng Ce takes, he feels his back getting chills from being stared at, resisting the urge to pull out everyone who is hiding, and follows the guide. go forward.

It didn't stop until Prince Rui's bedroom, the guide only knocked on the door, and a maid opened the door inside, letting Feng Ce in.

Hearing that there seemed to be lewd music inside, Feng Ce frowned and walked in, and smelled a strong smell of incense, and was taken by the maid to the inner bedroom separated by the gauze curtain.

The woman's laughter was very clear, as well as the man's gasp. Soon, Zhao Jian's voice came from inside: "What is the reason why the son came to find this king?"

Feng Ce: "You and I both know it well, so there's no need to go around the corner, right?"

As Feng Ce said, silver-like laughter came from the women inside, a woman's slender hand stretched out, trying to pull him in, Feng Ce took a step back to avoid it.

Afterwards, Zhao Jian lifted the gauze curtain and looked at him with a smile, and then walked out, but he was well-dressed, and he didn't look like he was having fun at all.

"Today is interesting. Both my son and Lao Tzu have come to this king to ask for someone, and what they want is the other party."

Feng Ce remained silent, but looked at him fiercely, but it didn't frighten him, instead it aroused his interest, curled his lips, and said with a smile: "This king said that the princess or heir of the Hou's mansion must marry a .”

As soon as Feng Ce grabbed his wrist and took his hand away from his face, Zhao Jian was not annoyed, and opened the curtain without haste.

Feng Ce raised his eyes to look in, and could only see a huge mirror slightly slanted inside, and in the mirror, he could vaguely see the lewd picture reflected by the other mirror.

——Feng Yu is surrounded by three or four women, some even lie in his arms and beg for kisses by him.

Feng Ce let go of Zhao Jian's hand, and pulled back the curtains with a "stab".

Zhao Jian raised his left eyebrow, and hid his sword in his smile: "This king just sees that Lord Hou is in good spirits, so it's better for your son not to disturb you."

Feng Ce squinted at Zhao Jian, walked in, but found that Feng Yu seemed to have not seen him, and still only had the woman beside him in his eyes.

"Father."

Feng Ce yelled solemnly.

Afterwards, he noticed that Feng Yu's mind seemed to be controlled by someone, his vision when looking at Feng Yu was a little blurred, and his head became a little dizzy.

Zhao Jian came over and asked with a smile, "Is the incense smell good here?"

Feng Ce raised one hand and rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of the drowsiness, his eyes turned scarlet from the forbearance, he looked at Zhao Jian, clenched his fists, and immediately sobered up and chanted a few words to stabilize his body and mind, but found that No use at all.

Feng Ce asked the system for feedback: Why is the awakening spell useless to me?

741: All spell skills only have effects on people other than the caster.

Feng Ce: I can't curse myself?

And between the flashes of communication with 741, Zhao Jian reached out to support him who was already dizzy and had hallucinations.

At the same time, Feng Ce used a healing technique, and finally managed to wake himself up for a while, pushed the person away, looked at Feng Yu who was still immersed, closed his eyes and took a few breaths to wake himself up.

When he was about to lead someone away, when he raised his head, Feng Ce was slapped hard.

"Nizi! You actually... You actually teamed up with this bastard to kill your father!"

Feng Ce was so enraged by this inexplicable slap, his scarlet eyes looked murderously at Feng Yu who had wronged him for no reason, almost unable to control his behavior.

Feng Yu seemed to be awakened by the sobriety spell he just chanted, and the healing technique could only keep him awake for a moment. Feng Ce endured his anger and picked up Feng Yu's clothes on the ground, and stuffed them to him, as if he was the last stubborn one who was not angry. Said: "Get dressed and go."

The healing technique can only be used on one person once every two days. If there is no antidote here, you can only wait for the incense to be burned to control your mind. Moreover, the sober spell can only be recited continuously to ensure that Feng Yu will no longer be affected.

"This king is covered with antidote, the prince only needs to hold half a stick of incense, and he will not be affected." Zhao Jian watched Feng Ce trying to stay awake, but felt that everything was in vain, so he pretended to be kind and threw it to him. solution.

After speaking, he opened his arms to let him come over.

Feng Ce hasn't said these two words for a long time: "I'm sick."

The few women in the inner bedroom who were affected by the Feng Ce awakening curse knelt on the ground, Zhao Jian withdrew his hand, and ordered coldly: "Serve the prince well, if you can't make him kneel and beg the king, you will know what will happen."

The incense had begun to have an effect again, Feng Yu put on his clothes, grabbed Feng Ce's hand and led him away, but as soon as he lifted the gauze curtain, he was stopped by three or four hidden guards.

Zhao Jian said lightly: "Send Master Hou back to the Hou Mansion."

Immediately, Feng Ce was entangled by the woman in the tent, and the dark guard grabbed Feng Yu and forcibly separated the two.

Feng Ce recited the awakening mantra over and over again, then raised his head and said to Feng Yu: "Father, you go back home first."

Knowing that he misunderstood Feng Ce just now, Feng Yu's face was extremely ugly, he was pinned down by his arms and couldn't move, he frowned and gritted his teeth: "What am I going back to the house for? If Dad wants to leave, he has to take you with him."

And Feng Yu couldn't let him stay at all, and was taken out by someone.

Feng Ce stretched his muscles and pushed all the women away.

Feng Ce recalled his previous fondness for this body, and complained, "It's also the body of a Demon Lord. It's worse than my original body, and it can be hit by all the fragrances in the world."

741: The evil purification system is to ensure that the host does not reject the body. All the performance of this body is the performance of the host itself. The five senses make an exception to adjust the host to the best state. The physical performance status will improve with the improvement of the host's cultivation.

Feng Ce felt his face hurt, maybe it was Feng Yu's slap just now.

Staying in this room is like staying in a room with endless traps. You can resist it for a while, but you can't resist it for a lifetime.

Feng Yu left, Feng Ce tore open the curtain, ready to go head-to-head with the hidden guard and break out.

Zhao Jian wanted to see what Feng Ce could do to get out of here.

At this moment, the door of the sleeping hall was kicked open, and a man in white clothes stepped in. When Feng Ce saw him, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.