However, the two people who were standing under the Great Buddha of Lushe did not look at the stone Buddha at all. Under the statue was a very flat stone road. The royal nobles of the Tang Dynasty worshiped the ceremony here. At this moment, the stone square was deserted and there was not even a tourist. Because it was raining today. The rain was not heavy, and it was as lingering as silk. It was the most disturbing mood.

There was a gorgeous car at each end of the square. A man in white and a man in black stood silently against each other. Behind them, there was a graceful and swaying woman. She held an oil paper umbrella for them. The umbrella covered their heads. Most of the beauties were exposed in the rain. The drizzle had already wet their clothes. The two women did not move.

The man in black is Duan Mingyu. The woman holding an umbrella behind him is her wife Wan Yanyan. Wanyan's eyebrows are as beautiful as a distant mountain, with eyes like autumn water, bright eyes and white teeth, pink and graceful. The good woman standing opposite is also beautiful and graceful. She is not inferior to her temperament and appearance. However, the man in a white public uniform in front of the woman is far less powerful than Duan Mingyu. He was Wang Aiqing who was over thirty this year. Although he was graceful and arrogant, he looked like he was not angry. After all, he was full of murderous aura. He stood there and was not as majestic as Duan Mingyu.

Judging from the extent to which the maid behind them was soaked in the rain on their shoulders, the two had been talking against each other for a long time. Duan Mingyu did not go back to Chang'an directly. Instead, he took Cheng Junyu and Wan Yanyan first, and then returned to Chang'an together. He inevitably arrived in Luoyang. Duan Mingyu came to Luoyang. After seeing so many Buddha statues, he couldn't help but worship. This time, he couldn't help but think of the innocent people who died tragically in Jiangnan.

"Young Master, with such a huge force, no matter what we do, we should seek stability first and then progress. I believe that these principles should be understood more than younger people. I hope that the young master will eliminate the traitor as soon as possible. Tian Lingzi can no longer tolerate this person. After his reign, he would not know how many innocent people would die."

Duan Mingyu, opposite, smiled: "Haha. My dear. After all, I am a newborn calf."

Duan Mingyu also smiled coldly: "I have no foundation in the court. Tian Lingzi is not qualified to call the world. Your Majesty is an A Dou who cannot be helped. It is not worth supporting at all. Alas. The world is really a mess."

After seeing the hellish scene, Wang Aiqing couldn't help but his eyes were so angry that he finally held back. He just smiled and said, "Yes. Old Piece Tian ate more salt than we eat. What to do and how to do it. He has to make a long-term plan."

"What. What did you say?" Duan Mingyu suddenly had a light of inspiration, but he didn't catch it all at once.

"I said I have to make a long-term plan." Wang Aiqing said honestly.

"No. What's the previous sentence?"

"We have to make a long-term plan"

"The old thief Tian eats more salt than we eat..." Wang Aiqing was wondering. Duan Mingyu clapped his hands and said happily: "Yes, salt. Hahaha. It's salt."

"What's wrong with the Duke?" Wang Aiqing scratched the back of his head and said in confusion.

That night, Duan Mingyu told his wife about the tragic scene of the day: "When my husband arrived in Huzhou, he was already covered with blood..."

"What a corpse? Killing and setting fires. This inn is quite remote. The official said this. It sounded so sensation. I didn't dare to sleep alone." Yanyan said, arching her head into Duan Mingyu's arms.

Cheng Junyu also answered: "Yes. The officials don't need to say so clearly. We just met. It's really a shame to say these things."

At this moment, the shaking candlelight was moved by the wind and suddenly shook for a while. The two women screamed and squeezed into his arms together. Duan Mingyu smiled evilly: "It makes sense. Then let's not talk about death today. We will only talk about life. The two ladies have more than once. We will work hard for our husbands and spare no effort. Why are your lower abdomen still so flat? Should we work harder?"

;He stroked his hands on two flat and soft belly. The two beauties spat in one voice and dodged to avoid it. Yang Hao moved quickly and hugged their slender waists, firmly fixed them beside him. He bent over and kissed Yanyan lips.

Yanyan's pretty face was blushing and murmured: "No. Don't be here. Go to my room..."

Duan Mingyu's lips had kissed her cherry lips. Yanyan's body relaxed and she softened into his arms. Her starry eyes were closed and her delicate lips were allowed to kiss her.

"Um. Um..." Yanyan gently shook her lips. Duan Mingyu kissed her delicate and soft breasts gradually stood up under the rubbing of his big hands. Her slender waist couldn't help but thrust even more. The big hand that held Jun Yu's waist had been pulled away from her waist at some point and moved to Yan Yan's buttocks. However, although Junyu was extremely shy, she did not escape. This couch was her bed. Where could she escape?

Seeing Duan Mingyu's caress and "ravaged" gradually becoming as soft as mud, breathing. The spring love was on his face, and the beauty was completely forgot about himself. Junyu's eyes seemed to be dripping with water. She suddenly "moaned" and hugged Duan Mingyu's broad and strong back from behind. She pressed her tall and straight peaks tightly on her face, rubbing emotionally.

I don’t know who reached out to pull off the red curtain. I don’t know who reached out to take off their clothes. Soon, two beautiful little lambs like little aries appeared on the bed that was faintly visible through the veil. The same slim waists that were also unbearable, and the same straight and elastic white jade peaks were like two vines. They wrapped around the thick tree in the middle and made a moving breath.

The red candle on the table has burned out. The candle flames seem to be extinct. The Tang flames bloom and fade. After they have passed, I don’t know how many times it feels like to die. At this time, even my little fingers are powerless to move. She lies on the couch with sweet sweat. Her eyes are blurred at the pair of people beside her. The red candlelight reflects the red curtains and falls on the doll’s round and perky buttocks. She leans on Yang Hao. The light is so radiant that it is so tempting... Cough cough... it is just like waves. It is rippling with endless beauty, a room of spring.

Listening to the moving ** and feeling the rhythm of the curtains, Yanyan felt like she was lying on a small boat at this moment, swinging into the distance with her beloved.
Chapter completed!