King Yan's Canary

The journey is long, and the carriages and horses are exhausted.

A group of people traveled all day and stopped at a mountain inn.

There are no apricot blossoms here, and the yard is very clean. There are two walnut trees in the corner, which make the layers of verdant green.

It was rare for the innkeeper to see so many people. He slaughtered the head sheep, lit a fire in the courtyard, and roasted the whole sheep.

Stars fall at night, the smell of sheep fat and wine, the oily and crispy outside and the tender inside spread on the tip of the tongue, accompanied by the fragrant rice wine into the throat, it is very pleasant.

Xiaodouzi drank too much, flicked his sleeves, picked up Wen Ruyu and put it on the stone mill under the walnut tree, asking him to sing.

But I picked a piece of walnut leaf, rolled it on the tip of my tongue, and made a simple musical instrument.

Wen Ruyu didn't want to sing at all, the soldiers were so excited, they knocked on the jug and shouted: "Come one, come one!"

Wen Ruyu did nothing, waved her sleeves and babbled.

Under the reflection of the raging bonfire, the handsome face without makeup spilled a thin layer of rouge, the white clothes danced, and the slender and soft waist was unobstructed, like an apricot blossom drifting in the wind, leaving the branch, not knowing where to go.

Maybe the smell of wine was too strong, maybe the beauty was too beautiful, King Yan couldn't control it, and his animal nature suddenly became strong.

As soon as the wine bowl was put down, he stood up and walked over with his long legs, and picked up the person on the stone mill by the waist, "Go to my king's room and sing."

Xiaodouzi was startled, and rushed to tug at him: "What do you want to do?"

Wen Ruyu resisted fiercely: "I don't want...let me go..."

"I can't help you!"

King Yan overturned Xiaodouzi, and directly put Wen Ruyu on his shoulders, like carrying a bag of soft white flour, and carried it upstairs.

"Let go of him, what are you doing!"

Xiaodouzi had some skills anyway, kicked his legs, jumped up in the air, and with all his elbows and elbows, he hit King Yan's head hard!

"Presumptuous! Dare to attack the prince!"

With a "whoosh", the two guards drew out sharp knives and stopped Xiaodouzi.

"Little Douzi... you guys, don't hurt him..."

Wen Ruyu shouted in a long voice, beating the man hard with hands and feet, but it was a pity that the chicken feather hit the stone, and there was nothing he could do.

The man carried him into the room, threw him on the bed, and tore his clothes mercilessly. The sound of rags being shredded and the boy's screams made him extremely excited.

Large chunks of jade white skin leaked out, like smooth and shiny silk, which could attract people to commit crimes.

"Ah! What do you want to do, let me go, you can't do this..."

Wen Ruyu's eyes were full of fear, she tried her best to protect herself, kicking her weak legs, thinking that by doing so she could resist the attack of the devil.

Just a crazy dream.

"Snapped!"

The man was impatient, and slapped his flushed cheek hard, "If you don't want to die, be good to me!"

King Yan fought in the battlefield for many years, and his strength was surprisingly great. This slap made Wen Ruyu faint.

The scorching pain caused him to calm down, but his body couldn't restrain his trembling, he bit his lips hard, and the tears were like broken pearls, each falling brightly.

King Yan took the opportunity to tore his pants, and his delicate and delicate legs were instantly exposed to the air, like epiphyllum that appeared in the dark night, suffocating.

"What a brat!"

"……I'm not……"

"Aren't you still seducing me?"

"I didn't, let me go..."

Wen Ruyu doesn't know how to swear, so after thinking about it, she just swears: "You bastard, you beast..."

His body was shaking even more unbearably, and he was crying unbearably, the corners of his eyes were red from crying, as if he had picked a touch of rouge.

"You still dare to scold me? Do you think this king is too slow!"

King Yan hissed lightly, the bottom of his eyes lit up with a rich spring color, he clasped the delicate ankle bones and tore off the pair of jade legs, and dragged him down vigorously!

"what!!!"

Unexpectedly, the tear-like pain rushed all over her body, Wen Ruyu struggled again, grabbed a Xiuhua pillow with her hands randomly, and threw it at the man with all her strength.

The man was even more excited, he easily caught the pillow and stuffed it under Wen Ruyu's soft waist, "Scream, keep screaming, the louder you scream, the more powerful this king will be!"