After the rebirth, the way the prince looks at me has changed

He sat on the stage, his eyes slightly lowered, his long and thick eyelashes made him even more charming, and his white and tender hands caressed the Jiaoweiqin on the table.

Immediately, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" was played mesmerizingly.

The audience was full of children from aristocratic families who came here admiringly. Those who understood the melody were intoxicated by the melody for a long time and could not calm down. Those who did not understand the melody were deeply attracted by the appearance of the person on the stage.

After the song was over, he got up and left, and the rest was Boss Ruan negotiating the price with them.

The feeling of being auctioned like an item is really uncomfortable.Su Ziyu looked at the person downstairs who kept raising the price for a day or two, and took a sip of tea helplessly.

Do I have to have sex with a man tonight?

It was a slightly short man, about thirty years old, not outstanding in appearance, dressed extravagantly and unpretentiously, so that he looked like a rich man with no ink.

So after working so hard for so many years, is it just such a man who doesn't match him in the end?

I knew it would be better to be a second-class actor and do whatever I want, at least my body doesn't have to be controlled by others.

He thought so, but no matter how reluctant he was, he kept his promise and entered that room.

With the sound of pushing the door open, he was almost desperate. The middle-aged man walked towards him slowly and sat beside him.

The man first looked at his face carefully, then moved his face closer, trying to kiss his lips.Su Ziyu instinctively turned his face away, but the man was not annoyed.

"Since I bought you, you are mine. I can understand you. You were not used to it the first time, but if you refuse again, you will not be so easy when you come to my residence in the future."

Su Ziyu was still so stubborn that he turned his head away, not looking at him.

Seeing that he was still unmoved, the man reached out to untie Su Ziyu's belt.

"What's your name?" Su Ziyu closed his eyes and asked resignedly.

"I am the fourth eldest at home, and they all call me the fourth son."

Su Ziyu held the hand that untied his belt, and stared at him blankly. "What does Jinniang have to do with you?"

The man became displeased and said impatiently, "I'll be my concubine soon!"

Su Ziyu pushed him away, rushed out the door, opened the door, and saw Boss Ruan and his subordinates standing outside the door.

Su Ziyu's clothes had fallen apart, and he pulled out the hairpin from his hair. Before he could make a move, Boss Ruan waved his hand, and white powder spilled out of his sleeve.

It is Ruanjinsan.

Su Ziyu jumped onto the guardrail, his feet went limp, and he fell from the second floor.

Suddenly fell into the arms of a man, the man put his arms around his waist, and fell slowly, a pleasant voice came to his ears: "She is also a beauty."

Then, a kiss was placed on the lips.

Su Ziyu froze, being kissed by a man for the first time.

"Qingyu Qingyun, why didn't you tell me that there is another beauty here."

"Your Highness, forgive me." Qingyu Qingyun knelt down respectfully.

Su Ziyu was brought to the Prince's Mansion in a daze, and became one of Anyi Cheng's many male favourites...

He lay on the soft and thick plush carpet, and let the man undulate and work on his body, and he was tossed and turned overnight, and the moon was broken, until he was worn out.

In a daze, he saw the red color on the man's back, which turned out to be a birthmark...

Su Ziyu was the first male favorite of An Yicheng to become a housekeeper, with the same status as Si Muqing.

It took him three years to gain An Yicheng's trust and reuse. He thought that it would not be long before he could enter Anyicheng's heart.

However, Chen Moyun, who came out of nowhere, took the lead.

How exasperating!

Thoughts were spinning and turning, An Yicheng also lost his temper, so he told him to back down.

……

In the distance, in the imperial garden, there was a flustered little palace lady holding a lantern, wondering what she was looking for on the ground.

Suddenly, a man in red stopped her from behind, covering the maid's mouth with his slender and bright white hands.

The little maid trembled in fright, and the lantern in her hand dropped.

The man slowly asked: "Do you know if there is a woman named Lin Wenqiu in the palace?"

The maid nodded.

"I let you go, if you yell loudly, you will surely die."

The maid nodded again, and he moved his hand away.

"She... is not in the capital right now, and she will come back in a few days. The other... servants don't know anything about it." She was trembling all over.

Chen Moyun knocked him out.

He searched in the middle of the night again, still without a thought.

The night was getting darker, and there was some drizzle, so he could only go back to the room that Jiang Zeyou had prepared for him.

Just as the door was closed, suddenly, a man in black jumped down from the beam of the room. The man's face was pockmarked, and half of his face was bruised.

If it wasn't Yi Cheng, who else could it be.

He had seen this person in the original body's memory, and knew that he was An Yicheng, so he was already irritable, and now he was even more annoyed.

An Yicheng and Chen Moyun talked with each other while exchanging tricks: "I was under the Nine Springs, and I heard that Xiao Moyun was going to hold a funeral for me, so I will come up to see you..."

He played with Chen Moyun like a kitten. In fact, with Chen Moyun's current three-legged cat kung fu, he was not his opponent at all.

Chen Moyun's moves gradually slowed down, and some sweat broke out on his forehead. If he continued to fight, he would lose his strength.

Anyicheng untied his belt with his backhand, put his arms around his waist, pinched his smooth neck and fell onto the bed.

Watching his face turn from pale to red slowly, he let go.

He thought the kitten was gone, but unexpectedly, just as he let go, a dagger stabbed at him.

Anyicheng reacted very quickly, before the dagger arrived, he had already tightly grasped Chen Moyun's wrist and pulled it hard.

The dagger fell and his hand was dislocated.

Chen Moyun was so painful that his veins bulged, he shrank to the corner of the bed, and looked at him fiercely, with eyes that wished he could dig out his flesh and feed it to the dogs.

"Kungfu has improved a lot, but it's a pity that you are still not Gu's opponent. Why don't you worship Gu as your teacher and Gu will teach you!"

"An Yicheng, there is no end!" His voice trembled with anger, "The dignified prince of Lin Kingdom, if you break into the palace of Yao Kingdom at night, you are not afraid of causing war between the two countries!"

Anyicheng approached him, he dragged his hand and moved back, but leaned against the wall.

He purposely took his dislocated hand, and pulled it hard again and again: "This is your punishment for leaving the house without permission."

Chen Moyun frowned in pain, his uninjured hand wanted to push him.

Anyicheng's eyes turned cold, he took his hand and lay back, and when he was about to be on top of him, he turned over.

Grabbed his neck and imprisoned him under him.He said coldly: "A solitary tolerance is limited, don't be ignorant of flattery!"

The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, this man is really a lunatic, Chen Moyun felt uncomfortable and randomly grabbed the hand that was pinching his neck.

Tears fell from both eyes, he felt that he was going to die...

"Is Jiang Zeyou's pretty face satisfying you? How does it compare to Gu?" He added some strength in his hands.

Chen Moyun was speechless and shook his head vigorously.

Suddenly his neck loosened, he greedily took in big mouthfuls of air, and let the man kiss his neck and collarbone.

He just felt that his hand was very painful.

The person on his body seemed to be aware of his pain, so he stopped kissing his body and gently rubbed his cold lips with his hands.

He whispered softly, "He didn't touch you?"

Chen Moyun turned his head to one side, refusing to answer.

The man pressed his ear again, and said softly: "If you don't tell me, you can check it yourself."

His hands were extremely fast, and the hand attached to Chen Moyun's waist went all the way down.

"No, stop." He was anxious.

Anyicheng smiled with satisfaction, stopped that sinful finger, and stroked his waist again.

Then she kissed his soft lips.

Although Chen Moyun was very reluctant, but his martial arts were no match for An Yicheng, so he could only be controlled by others.

After a while, Chen Moyun's breathing became disordered.

An Yicheng put his hands on his shoulders, planning to kiss him deeply.

The person below snorted softly.

"hand pain?"

Chen Moyun turned his head aside, and said stiffly: "No!"

"Isn't it—" he deliberately dragged his voice to ask him, rubbing his index finger back and forth on his Adam's apple.

Chen Moyun had goosebumps, fearing that he would pinch her neck again.

Hastily said: "You can do whatever you want, if I don't resist, don't pinch my neck again!"

That being said, the other hand that was intact reached for the dagger hidden under the quilt.

creak --

With a sharp pain, his hand was connected.

An Yicheng got off him, he got up, sat on the bed, looked up at him suspiciously.

An expression that ended like this made An Yicheng laugh, and couldn't help picking up his waist, leaning down to kiss him.

"It's too late today, it's almost dawn, and there's not enough time, so I'll come back tomorrow." He went to touch Chen Moyun's Adam's apple again, "Tomorrow night, I will continue to do what you expect."

Chen Moyun was out of breath, but he still gave him a big smile on the surface.

As soon as Anyicheng left, he collapsed on the bed exhausted, and said angrily: "One day, I will let you taste this kind of taste."

……

A night without dreams.

When Jiang Zeyou opened the door and entered, he was still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, his clothes were loose, and there were clearly visible red marks on his collarbone.

"Come on, splash water on him to wake him up!" He sat down and sipped the new tea served by the maid.

I only felt a burst of coldness, Chen Moyun rolled under the bed in a jerk, and said angrily: "Who is it! Whoever poured water on this general..."

After he saw the face of the visitor, he swallowed the word "army" in the back. "His Majesty!"

He spoke very fast, Jiang Zeyou just thought he was talking nonsense with anger, and didn't pay attention to his words.

He bent down and lifted his chin slightly, brushing away the wet hair that covered his face. "Young Master Chen is really flirtatious. I've been so tiring since I teased that little maid last night."

As he said, his fingers had slid along the neck to the red mark on the collarbone, and gently circled around.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. Last night, Mo Yun was too drunk. I don't know what happened. When I woke up, you were here."

He pulled up Jiang Zeyou's sleeve pitifully, squeezed out a tear, and said softly, looking very pitiful.

Jiang Zeyou frowned, quickly withdrew his hands, wiped them carefully with a handkerchief, and said in disgust, "He has never begged for mercy like you."

After finishing speaking, he threw the veil on his face, "A person like you deserves his face?"

Sure enough, he never came back again. If I knew it earlier, why should I really take his life and imprison him for a lifetime?

"Wash him clean, and take him to Wenxuan Hall later." He went out, and said again: "Take care of the unsightly things on his collarbone."

"May the Holy One tell me what to do?" At least let him prepare and think of a countermeasure. He doesn't want to be helpless like facing An Yicheng.

"Accompany the distinguished guests!"

Chen Moyun was completely at a loss, and the "honored guest" didn't even have to think about it, who else could it be if it wasn't the prince of Lin Guo.

He had never met this person until his death in his previous life, but in this life he had to think about how to deal with him every day.

In Wenxuan Hall, the envoys of the two countries sat face to face in a regular manner. The first two seats in Lin Kingdom were An Yicheng and An Rongli, and Si Muqing and Su Ziyu were sitting at the same table, behind Princess Rongli .

On Yao country's side, Jiang Meng'an was in front, followed by the left and right ministers, and then the officials sat in their positions according to their positions.

When the maid brought Chen Moyun in, Jiang Zeyou hadn't arrived yet.

He walked through the dancing girls and followed the court lady to An Yicheng's table. He only felt his scalp go numb.

"Ayun is here, sit down quickly." With a pure smile and a gentle tone.

Chen Moyun accepted his fate, sat down beside An Yicheng, and kept a distance from him as much as possible.

"Why are you sitting so far away, afraid that I will eat you? Even if you eat, you can't stay here, you have to go back to the house."

He really couldn't figure out how this man could say such nasty words without blushing and without beating his heart. The dignified prince has no cultivation at all.

He thought that someone's hand had already been placed on his waist, leading him to lean on him.

While struggling, a man in Tsing Yi walked up to them from the opposite side with a wine glass and jug...