There were only two people left in the room, one was able to calm down, and the other was a young young man who was aggressive in the palace. He invisibly regarded this place as a battlefield.
Xu Yunmu drank and had fun, grasped the situation, looked at the old temple chief in front of him with a bright look, and said jokingly: To be honest, I, Xu, know very well about the rules of Dali Temple. Any detained criminals who offer gold, silver and treasures, and the beautiful wife and daughter in the family are all forbidden items. You are the only banned property of Master Shi Cheng. No one is allowed to get involved in the slightest. Are you right?
Song Sicheng laughed and his chest trembled, and he admitted directly: Yes, it’s very right.
Xu Yunmu ate meat and drank alcohol in a big mouthful. He didn't forget to talk about men and women: The man who was imprisoned in Dali Temple is either rich or noble, and their wife and daughter must have a good taste, right?
Song Sicheng sat on the chair, picked up a chicken leg without any image, and nibbled it with big mouth: Haha, it's indeed a playboy, and the same view as your brother.
Xu Yunmuqian leaned over and looked humbly asking for advice, and said evilly: Then let’s ask for advice. I don’t know what special methods Song Sicheng has to deal with them.
Song Sicheng chewed chicken legs wildly, Feng Zhuan Canyun shared his experience: Take the wives of these masters as an example. They are all famous ladies, daughters of everyone, and some young women. This is the best, and it is the easiest to get hooked up in bed.
Xu Yunmu's eyes shone: Then, how old is it?
Song Sicheng smiled proudly and said: I don’t like the old one, but I am just the half-old one, thirty or forty years old. It tastes the most enjoyable and arrogant. I usually have people to serve her, but when I get here, I have to listen to our orders.
Xu Yunmu smiled and said: To be honest, right in this Dali Temple, I, as a younger brother, broke your rules, and couldn't help but go to the latter you mentioned. She is a well-educated and well-off master's wife. She can be my mother in my Shaoqing's room and I dealt with her on the spot.
Song Sicheng said with his eyebrows and flowers: I can’t be so careful, I don’t know how it tastes?
Xu Yunmu closed his eyes and savored it, and smiled without hesitation: Her taste is much more comfortable than a girl. She holds it in her arms like a beautiful jade, which makes people soft all over. The most comfortable thing is her look of wanting to refuse and waiting.
Song Sicheng poured himself another glass of wine and laughed: Just be comfortable, but you should be careful in the future. Brother, I might come back one day.
Xu Yunmu smiled with his face and said: I don’t think about this day. Brother, you have been domineering in Dali Temple for many years. Isn’t it just that you did it yourself?
Song Sicheng laughed and said: It’s really like a dream. You, a young man, are really like a child playing, but we are so smart that we enjoy all the things we should enjoy. Today is really what we do. Do you still remember that little girl?
Xu Yunmu's expression changed, and his eyes were cold and said: How?
Song Sicheng's old face was twisted at this moment, and his two narrowed eyes were smirking and stretched out their thumbs to the dark room of his room, and said like an old fox: You don't know yet, right?Wang Er, a toad, took her as a goddess on the day. She didn't even want to look at her, but I was in this dark room, tied the goddess in his heart and kept it clean. Her two breasts were the best, and it was the most suitable to tie them with a big thick cloth rope!
Xu Yunmu was no longer as kind as before, and looked at him like a clown.
Song Sicheng twisted his mind and was extremely arrogant at this time, like a child who couldn't wait to share the secret in his heart. He was immersed in his own world and showed off to others: You kid are absolutely invisible. I just tied her little girl's breasts with a thick rope, and it swelled round and rolled around. It would be as good as it would be. Then he stood behind and rubbed her two breasts with his hands and inserted them into her asshole. After a few strokes, she cried and screamed. I also changed various positions and fucked her dozens of times. Boy, tell me, you said I'm almost buried. Is it worth living than you?
Xu Yunmu's face was no longer as calm as a normal person, and his whole expression and behavior were also gloomy: If you want to disgust me before leaving, then I will tell you that after you leave, Master Chen will send all the sweet ladies who should belong to you to my bed, and will also make them kneel down to hold me in their mouths!
This sentence really hurt Song Sicheng's nerves. He suddenly burst out, with blue veins on both sides of his forehead swelling, and his squinting eyes seemed to squeeze out. He crawled on the table and roared wildly: Fuck you, what are you? Today I'll find a few wastes to squeeze your master away. Can Prime Minister Sun bypass you, this waste?
Xu Yunmu stood up slowly, took a deep breath, looked at his gray hair, and directly reached out and grabbed his collar hair with a resolute and dragged it from the table like a dead dog. The wine and food dishes on the table fell to the ground. People outside heard noises, things fell, and the howlings of Song Sicheng like a rabies. Wang Er was about to lead someone in, but the door was kicked open with a slam.
I saw Xu Yunmu, who was handsome and tall, was covered in red official robe with stains everywhere by the wine and food, but he didn't care at all. He dragged the even more embarrassed Song Sicheng in his left hand.
Song Sicheng was fat and weighed, and the pots and pans inside were everywhere, and the tables were falling apart. Song Sicheng, who was barking like a mad dog, was covered in wine and food, his hair was scratched, his face was covered with bruises, and he collapsed on the ground and was pulled out by Xu Yunmu.
This rare landscape happened in the Dali Temple in BeiYàn. Everyone was frightened and their blood was shaking. Everyone was beating a drum on their chests. They looked at the top-ranking Song Sicheng, who was the first-ranking new Shaoqing, was forced to the palace, and there was no sign in advance.
Song Sicheng, who was crawling on the ground like a mad dog, had his hair pulled off a lot. Xu Yunmu was even more ruthless and dragged down the hard rock stairs like a dog, and threw the person directly in front of everyone. Wang Aishi thought about it and scolded him. He was not a man if he didn't do anything at this time.
He was ignorant of his life and death and hit Song Sicheng's back.
Just heard a muffled sound, Song Sicheng's scream, his face covered in bruises and blood scars almost fainted, and he could not get up even if he was trembling.
Xu Yunmu didn't talk much nonsense and went straight to the topic: From now on, the rules of our Dali Temple will be changed. Women need to rely on their abilities. They can share the money they receive from filial piety. In the past, they can get one piece of money, but now every brother can get three pieces. If you want to follow me, the new young master, you come up and kick this bastard twice. Don't kick it hard, and you won't have to play if you kick it to death!
Wang Aishi came forward and jumped over, kicked the mighty Song Sicheng in the butt, shouting: Why are you still stunned? Come and beat him!
The people in Dali Temple were full of people and were full of resentment. As soon as they came up, they ravaged Song Sicheng and were covered with shoe prints everywhere. At first, they shouted and cursed a few harsh words, but later they couldn't even scold them.
Xu Yunmu sneered: Take off his official uniform.
A group of people rushed up, and in a blink of an eye, they came over to tear up Song Sicheng's torn official uniform. Xu Yunmu, who was watching coldly, felt a feeling of resentment that had been accumulated for many years. From now on, everything about him will be rewritten!
Xu Yunmu drank and had fun, grasped the situation, looked at the old temple chief in front of him with a bright look, and said jokingly: To be honest, I, Xu, know very well about the rules of Dali Temple. Any detained criminals who offer gold, silver and treasures, and the beautiful wife and daughter in the family are all forbidden items. You are the only banned property of Master Shi Cheng. No one is allowed to get involved in the slightest. Are you right?
Song Sicheng laughed and his chest trembled, and he admitted directly: Yes, it’s very right.
Xu Yunmu ate meat and drank alcohol in a big mouthful. He didn't forget to talk about men and women: The man who was imprisoned in Dali Temple is either rich or noble, and their wife and daughter must have a good taste, right?
Song Sicheng sat on the chair, picked up a chicken leg without any image, and nibbled it with big mouth: Haha, it's indeed a playboy, and the same view as your brother.
Xu Yunmuqian leaned over and looked humbly asking for advice, and said evilly: Then let’s ask for advice. I don’t know what special methods Song Sicheng has to deal with them.
Song Sicheng chewed chicken legs wildly, Feng Zhuan Canyun shared his experience: Take the wives of these masters as an example. They are all famous ladies, daughters of everyone, and some young women. This is the best, and it is the easiest to get hooked up in bed.
Xu Yunmu's eyes shone: Then, how old is it?
Song Sicheng smiled proudly and said: I don’t like the old one, but I am just the half-old one, thirty or forty years old. It tastes the most enjoyable and arrogant. I usually have people to serve her, but when I get here, I have to listen to our orders.
Xu Yunmu smiled and said: To be honest, right in this Dali Temple, I, as a younger brother, broke your rules, and couldn't help but go to the latter you mentioned. She is a well-educated and well-off master's wife. She can be my mother in my Shaoqing's room and I dealt with her on the spot.
Song Sicheng said with his eyebrows and flowers: I can’t be so careful, I don’t know how it tastes?
Xu Yunmu closed his eyes and savored it, and smiled without hesitation: Her taste is much more comfortable than a girl. She holds it in her arms like a beautiful jade, which makes people soft all over. The most comfortable thing is her look of wanting to refuse and waiting.
Song Sicheng poured himself another glass of wine and laughed: Just be comfortable, but you should be careful in the future. Brother, I might come back one day.
Xu Yunmu smiled with his face and said: I don’t think about this day. Brother, you have been domineering in Dali Temple for many years. Isn’t it just that you did it yourself?
Song Sicheng laughed and said: It’s really like a dream. You, a young man, are really like a child playing, but we are so smart that we enjoy all the things we should enjoy. Today is really what we do. Do you still remember that little girl?
Xu Yunmu's expression changed, and his eyes were cold and said: How?
Song Sicheng's old face was twisted at this moment, and his two narrowed eyes were smirking and stretched out their thumbs to the dark room of his room, and said like an old fox: You don't know yet, right?Wang Er, a toad, took her as a goddess on the day. She didn't even want to look at her, but I was in this dark room, tied the goddess in his heart and kept it clean. Her two breasts were the best, and it was the most suitable to tie them with a big thick cloth rope!
Xu Yunmu was no longer as kind as before, and looked at him like a clown.
Song Sicheng twisted his mind and was extremely arrogant at this time, like a child who couldn't wait to share the secret in his heart. He was immersed in his own world and showed off to others: You kid are absolutely invisible. I just tied her little girl's breasts with a thick rope, and it swelled round and rolled around. It would be as good as it would be. Then he stood behind and rubbed her two breasts with his hands and inserted them into her asshole. After a few strokes, she cried and screamed. I also changed various positions and fucked her dozens of times. Boy, tell me, you said I'm almost buried. Is it worth living than you?
Xu Yunmu's face was no longer as calm as a normal person, and his whole expression and behavior were also gloomy: If you want to disgust me before leaving, then I will tell you that after you leave, Master Chen will send all the sweet ladies who should belong to you to my bed, and will also make them kneel down to hold me in their mouths!
This sentence really hurt Song Sicheng's nerves. He suddenly burst out, with blue veins on both sides of his forehead swelling, and his squinting eyes seemed to squeeze out. He crawled on the table and roared wildly: Fuck you, what are you? Today I'll find a few wastes to squeeze your master away. Can Prime Minister Sun bypass you, this waste?
Xu Yunmu stood up slowly, took a deep breath, looked at his gray hair, and directly reached out and grabbed his collar hair with a resolute and dragged it from the table like a dead dog. The wine and food dishes on the table fell to the ground. People outside heard noises, things fell, and the howlings of Song Sicheng like a rabies. Wang Er was about to lead someone in, but the door was kicked open with a slam.
I saw Xu Yunmu, who was handsome and tall, was covered in red official robe with stains everywhere by the wine and food, but he didn't care at all. He dragged the even more embarrassed Song Sicheng in his left hand.
Song Sicheng was fat and weighed, and the pots and pans inside were everywhere, and the tables were falling apart. Song Sicheng, who was barking like a mad dog, was covered in wine and food, his hair was scratched, his face was covered with bruises, and he collapsed on the ground and was pulled out by Xu Yunmu.
This rare landscape happened in the Dali Temple in BeiYàn. Everyone was frightened and their blood was shaking. Everyone was beating a drum on their chests. They looked at the top-ranking Song Sicheng, who was the first-ranking new Shaoqing, was forced to the palace, and there was no sign in advance.
Song Sicheng, who was crawling on the ground like a mad dog, had his hair pulled off a lot. Xu Yunmu was even more ruthless and dragged down the hard rock stairs like a dog, and threw the person directly in front of everyone. Wang Aishi thought about it and scolded him. He was not a man if he didn't do anything at this time.
He was ignorant of his life and death and hit Song Sicheng's back.
Just heard a muffled sound, Song Sicheng's scream, his face covered in bruises and blood scars almost fainted, and he could not get up even if he was trembling.
Xu Yunmu didn't talk much nonsense and went straight to the topic: From now on, the rules of our Dali Temple will be changed. Women need to rely on their abilities. They can share the money they receive from filial piety. In the past, they can get one piece of money, but now every brother can get three pieces. If you want to follow me, the new young master, you come up and kick this bastard twice. Don't kick it hard, and you won't have to play if you kick it to death!
Wang Aishi came forward and jumped over, kicked the mighty Song Sicheng in the butt, shouting: Why are you still stunned? Come and beat him!
The people in Dali Temple were full of people and were full of resentment. As soon as they came up, they ravaged Song Sicheng and were covered with shoe prints everywhere. At first, they shouted and cursed a few harsh words, but later they couldn't even scold them.
Xu Yunmu sneered: Take off his official uniform.
A group of people rushed up, and in a blink of an eye, they came over to tear up Song Sicheng's torn official uniform. Xu Yunmu, who was watching coldly, felt a feeling of resentment that had been accumulated for many years. From now on, everything about him will be rewritten!