: Act forty-seven

Ling Lang was still obsessed with his role until he returned home. Today's filming was not smooth. The last shot was never completed. The director was not allowed to do so. He had to announce the termination of work and let him go back and try to figure it out.
He worked hard to substitute himself into an emperor, raising his hands and throwing his feet, all showing the emperor's posture, Feng Hao saw him like this, and then knew that he was in the heart.
After entering the door, Ling Lang did not pick up slippers for Feng Hao as usual, and Feng Hao reminded him, "Slippers."
Ling Lang threw his arm and turned his head, thinking about it, shouting, "Let's go!"
Feng Hao didn't say a word, only then Ling Lang realized what he was saying, and immediately he knelt down, "It was arrogant."
He brought the slippers to Feng Hao's feet, but Feng Hao could not change it, and went straight in. Ling Lang saw him enter the living room, hesitated, or went back to the bedroom to change his clothes before going out, and kneeled in front of him it is good.
"Your mission failed today ..."
Ling Lang knew that he would mention it, and replied respectfully.
"You'd rather be detained by three people, wouldn't you complete the task?"
Ling Lang bowed her head, trying to plead with Feng Hao, but feared that it would bring back effects.
Feng Hao sighed, "Let me think about it."
After speaking, he closed his eyes as if thinking.
Feng Hao had never had a loose tone, and Ling Lang heard him say that, with a hint of luck in his heart.
Ten minutes later, Feng Hao was still silent, Ling Lang was uneasy. He changed the script on the spot and barely passed the director's level, but he didn't know if he could pass the level of Feng Hao.
According to Feng Hao's consistent style of acting, probably this mission will be sentenced to failure. Thinking of this, Ling Lang bit his lower lip with a grievance. He didn't remember a few of them at first, and deducted three of them at once. In this case, maybe he could not let Feng Hao remember his phone number. It's not good to owe several people.
When Ling Lang was thinking wildly, Feng Hao gave a cough, Ling Lang straightened subconsciously, anxiously waiting for the result of the other party's consideration.
Feng Hao pointed a hand to the side, but said something else, "There are two boxes on the bottom of the cabinet, you can get them."
Ling Lang found two boxes according to his instructions. The first was a large hard carton, which was slightly flat and golden in color. The second was a brocade box about one foot long. The box was yellow and white with delicate carvings. In the middle of the lid, there is a piece of green round jade inlaid in the center of the lid, which is quite heavy when compared to the big box.
He took the two boxes in front of Feng Hao, and Feng Hao pointed to the larger one, "Open."
Ling Lang opened the lid of the box, his eyes widened in surprise, and the box contained a golden robe, which looked much more gorgeous than the costume he used when filming.
"This ..." He looked at Feng Hao in confusion.
"Your mission was not completed and you deserve to be punished," Feng Hao's legs crossed randomly. "But your performance behind me is satisfying again, so I give you a chance to make up for it."
He gestured more than please, "The emperor, please change."
Ling Lang originally wore only one shirt, and there was no trace of it in an instant.
Under Feng Hao's gaze, he put the dragon robe on his body, fastened his belt, and on the surface it looked just like when he was filming.
Ling Lang didn't feel it when he wore only one shirt. Now the long robe of the robe is hanging down to his feet, covering his body tightly. Instead, he feels that the lower body exposed to the air is cold.
Feng Hao always had a smile in his eyes, and Ling Lang always felt that he could see through the fabric that he was hiding under the dragon robe .
"Come," Feng Hao beckoned to him, Ling Lang walked over but was pulled by Feng Hao to his thigh, this pose was full of red
naked humiliation, just like an ancient man playing with Xiao Xiao.
"Are you comfortable?" Feng Hao was also very polite, stroking him across the dragon robe. The robe was made of silk and had a delicate silky touch on the skin.
He touched it from the outside and pulled it hard. Ling Lang's half of his shoulders were exposed, and his hand went down the placket. He was playing Ling Lang's nipples. Ling Lang was very sensitive there. The reaction was linked.
Feng Hao also apparently found it, he sarcastically said, "The emperor is too eager to be too dissatisfied. Can't the three thousand beauties in the harem satisfy you?"
Ling Lang was so ashamed of him to say so, his lower body was uncontrolled and tilted higher, and he could feel that the dragon robe was wet by the
liquid flowing out by himself.
"The Honorable Lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan is so hungry to this extent," he pinched the protuberance and whispered, "Why not lose the royal face?"
Ling Lang wanted to know how he was ashamed now. He was hugged by another man on his lap. He had bare shoulders and a crimson complexion. He looked like a very lowly boy, but he wore a symbol of The emperor's dragon robe, each dragon embroidered on the robe, seemed like a mockery of him.
"Why, is Chen wrong?" Feng Hao asked scornfully.
Shamelessly speechless, Ling Lang buried his head in his arms.
Feng Hao lifted his chin forcibly, and the gentle Feng Hao was gone again. At the moment, his eyes only sneered, "What else do you pretend to be high?"
Ling Lang had no resistance to this look of Feng Hao. As long as he looked at his eyes, his hands and feet became weak and his body was weak. Even if the dragon robe was in his body, he felt humble to the extreme and just wanted to lean on his feet and kiss him. Foot surface.
Feng Hao seemed to see through his mind, he loosened his waist, opened his lips slightly, and spit out three words, "Come on."
Ling Lang crawled down in haste, knelt aside without raising his head.
Feng Hao sneered sneerly, "Look at you like this, where is it like a god."
He reached for the box on one side, and handed it over casually. "The emperor distressed the emperor's desire
fired up, and the special person carved a jade to relieve the emperor's hunger and thirst.
Ling Lang lowered her head, raised her hands, and respectfully took the box down and opened it. It turned out to be a three-inch-long, two-finger thick jade potential. Light, one is round, and the other is carved with a delicate panlong pattern.
Ling Lang couldn't imagine where Feng Hao got this thing, just listening to him lazily, "Do you like it?"
Ling Lang put the brocade box in front of him and dropped down, "Xie Aiqing."
With a chuckle, "Try it if you like it."
Ling Lang was still hesitant about how to try, but Feng Hao had stood up and made a gesture to the sofa, "The emperor, please come to the seat."
Ling Lang sat down well, Feng Hao stood back aside.
"Show the ministers what's under the emperor's robe."
Ling Lang's face turned red once he brushed, he glanced anxiously at Feng Hao, and the other side was content with his hands, and he didn't want to recover his life at all.
Recently, every day when filming, Ling Lang is sitting on a dragon chair. The people underneath are all black. Feng Hao's light words make him into that scene. The ministers are raising their faces at this moment and waiting. Admire the spring light under the emperor's dragon robe.
Ling Lang's hand grabbed the pendulum, his fingertips were trembling slightly. As soon as he wanted to pull the pendulum away, he heard Feng Hao say again, "Don't let it go slowly."
His hand was a meal, but the movement did not stop. The dragon robe was lifted off little by little. The slow movement made the process extremely long, and the humiliation was doubled over time.
When the body is fully exposed, it has been erect with excitement.
Feng Hao chuckled, "The emperor is really fun."
Ling Lang knew that he laughed at his bare private office. His eyes didn't immediately know where to put it. He neither dared to look down at himself, nor dared to turn his head to look at Feng Hao, looking forward, as if everyone was In private discussion, everyone had a smirk on his face.
"Emperor," Feng Hao said again. "You can't wait for the civil and military officials, so please give the ministers a try."
Ling Lang's eyes drifted to the side of the jade difficultly, swallowed, lifted his legs to his seat, and opened them little by little.
"The angle is too small. What do you want the ministers on both sides to see?"
Ling Lang was forced to separate her legs again, almost reaching her limit.
The ministers' whistle stopped, everyone's eyes focused on the same place, and they stared intently at the emperor's private office. Looking at the eyes, not only did not soften there, but they overflowed with viscous liquid excitedly, Pulled by gravity, a long transparent silk thread was pulled out.
"The emperor is indeed the most coquettish king in five thousand years," Ling Lang shook, and the thin line stretched longer. "History officials must record this scene well, so that everyone in the world knows that the emperor had More debauchery. "
Seeing that Ling Lang was slow to move, Feng Hao once again ordered, "Continue."
Ling Lang had to put his finger in his mouth, touch the hole after licking it, and expand it with a poke. When the forefinger can go in and out smoothly, the also joins in until it becomes soft and elastic.
He took the jade with the other hand, pressed the round end against the entrance, then spread the folds little by little, and entered the narrow gangway. The cold chill of the jade made him shiver.
"If the emperor doesn't want to move, how about summoning a minister to help you?" Feng Hao saw that he stopped moving again, wryly.
Ling Lang's eyes closed tightly. Last time in front of the camera, he had done something even more shameful than that, but the good thing was that he had alcohol and bravery. This time he was completely awake, but the same movement seemed difficult. many.
He began to pull the jade potential in his body little by little. The smooth surface of the jade potential rubbed against the intestinal wall, and gradually produced temperature, as if there was life, but the hard texture made it look cold and ruthless.
His other hand was covered with a swollen body. In order to maintain the balance of the body, he had to send his hips forward, and the curvature of the waist was greater.
Ling Lang moved together before and after, speeding up involuntarily, the mist gradually filled his eyes, everything in front of him became more hazy, only the light emitted by both eyes penetrated the layers of fog and fell straight on He was covered with dense sweat beads, and everyone's eyes ignited every inch of the body's skin. The body seemed to be on fire, and the temperature was so high that even jade could melt away.
He felt that he was rising higher and higher, rising higher and higher, only one step away from the clouds, and suddenly a magic palm came out of hell, pulling him all by surprise.
"Ha ha," Ling Lang gasped, returning from the fantasy to reality, only to find that Feng Hao did not know when he came to him, and held his hand.
"The emperor performed very hard, but," he said, "the ministers didn't think it was exciting enough."
He drew gracefully, untied the dragon's robe's girdle, and tied a bow on Ling Lang's scorching . Ling Lang was no stranger to his behavior, and his expression of begging immediately appeared in his eyes.
Feng Hao turned a blind eye, took the jade potential out of his body, and tossed it aside, Ling Lang tasted love
thing's body suddenly utterly empty, he twisted slightly, trying to ease the feeling of itching in his body.
"Do you want?" Feng Hao smiled like an angel.
Ling Lang nodded somewhat embarrassedly.
"When prostitution was made in the dynasty, what kind of system was it," Feng Hao answered like a devil.
Ling Lang bowed his head in shame, but the little brother jumped excitedly.
"But if the emperor orders, the minister will have to obey."
Ling Lang's heart was beating fiercely, and he licked his lips, "Oh, I order, Ai Qing ..."
Feng Hao didn't move, and responded lazily, "Huh?"
"Order Ai Qing ... waiter ..."
Feng Hao lowered his head and laughed mutely for a long time. "The courtier is not the emperor's concubine. He did not have the ability to serve the bed, and he asked the emperor to recover his life."
Ling Lang racked his brains and thought, "Fun with You ...?"
Feng Hao laughed longer this time, and when he was done laughing, he simply said, "The emperor, the court officer is an attache, and he doesn't know the written words. The emperor should say something that the court officials can understand."
Ling Lang said, you are the prime minister, and when you became an attache, you clearly want to force me to be ugly.
But even if he knew it well, he still had to respect his meaning, "He ordered Ai Qing ... fuck."
Feng Hao turned Ling Lang over, kneeling down on the sofa, the murder weapon against the target, but he did not move.
Ling Lang couldn't help it, and said, "Come in."
"Where to enter?" Feng Hao quickly answered.
Ling Lang blushed and shrugged out.
Feng Hao's ministry got up, "Chen Zunzhi."
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Transcript of the crew's record:
In the forty-seventh episode, the officials on the court had [Shutu] a wolf, [Yapi] a wolf, [jennytzw] a wolf, [cat and meow] a wolf, [Kudo Yu] a wolf, [Agriculture] is a wolf, [Qi Lanruo] Shang rat, and [Ramen Raffy] Zai Elephant, [Sleeve Dyeing Incense] Zai Elephant, [Saqi] Zai Elephant, three Jay Elephants, do n’t be too obvious!
By the way, congratulations [Yi Ling] general on achieving [author 250th little cute thing] achievement, congratulations!
Drop: [Lily] At a glance, I know tomorrow is a fresh chapter.