Chapter 1941

Xiao Xiang struggled to sit up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't support her heavy body. She said in a trembling voice, "brother Rong, even if I sit on the throne, we can still be like this"

"no, no, at that time you were the king and I was the minister. How could we still be like this?" Xiao Rong raised his head, gently stroked Xiao Xiang's cheek, and said in a soft voice, "I like sister Xiang best, I like it most"

he lowered his head between words. Xiao Xiangmeng's eyes widened. She even doubted whether she was in a nightmare. Xiao Rong even kissed her lips and put his tongue into her mouth.

"Woo" Xiao Xiang stayed for a long time before reacting, and then began to struggle violently. Unfortunately, she just drank ginger tea has been under cartilage powder, no matter how hard she struggles, but for Xiao Rong, her resistance is like a kitten.

Unable to push the pressure on his body Xiao Rong, Xiao Xiang is ashamed and angry and heartache, Dou's tears trickle down.

Xiao Rong finally let go of his kiss red cherry lips, blinking innocent eyes, while wiping the tears on Xiao Xiang's face, he asked in a puzzled way: "why does Xiangjie cry?"

"You are my brother, I'm your sister." Xiao Xiang looked at Xiao Rong and screamed.

"So what? My favorite is sister Xiang. " Xiao Rong tilted his head and muttered: "there used to be a father and a king. The old man always managed the East and the West. Now that he is dead, no one can control us any more."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slowly untied Xiao Xiang's buttons. His action is not urgent or slow, and his expression is very calm, as if he is doing a common thing.

"Are you crazy? We are brothers and sisters!" Xiao Xiang's head was buzzing and crying. Her eyes swept around from time to time. At this time, she hoped that someone would jump out to stop Xiao Rong's madness. However, no one jumped out to save her. Even the maids in the lobby had quietly retired.

"Brother Wang, if you want to be king now, let him do it. In the future, I will be a general, and I will control the military power of the whole country. It will be easy to kill him. By then, I will be Wang, and sister Xiang will be the princess. We can be together openly and honestly."

While speaking, he had completely opened Xiao Xiang's buttons, and then carefully lifted up her neck, untied the rope buckle behind her neck, and slowly pulled off the belly bag in front of her chest.

At this time, Xiao Xiang's upper body was complete, white and plump, like two little rabbits, appeared in front of Xiao Rong. His eyes were straight and he couldn't help looking at him for a moment.

Crazy! Xiao Rong is totally crazy! Xiao Xiang closed her eyes in pain, and her tears fell to the ground. She never thought that she would be so frivolous, and that she was still her own brother.

Xiao Rong is obsessed with staring at Xiao Xiang's pepper milk. He is stunned for a long time. He slowly lowers his head and opens his mouth with one of her * *, hissing.

He didn't do anything else, just lying on Xiao Xiang's body, obsessed with her. He sucked hard, as if a crying baby was eating his mother's milk.

He murmured comfortably. Then he closed his eyes and leaned over Xiao Xiang's chest, but his mouth was still holding Xiao Xiang's * * firmly. The corners of his mouth rose and his smile was as innocent as a child.

In his face, can not find a little bit of dirty color, there is only a strong sense of happiness.

His hand gently kneaded another pepper milk of Xiao Xiang, closed his eyes, and hummed a little tune in his mouth, which was the tune Xiao Xiang used to coax him to sleep when he was a child.

Xiao Xiang opened her eyes and saw his appearance. It was only at this time that she realized that Xiao Rong's feelings for herself were not the carnal desire between men and women, but more like taking herself as his mother.

As a prince, Xiao Rong had a lot of things since he was born, but he also lost a lot of things, such as family relationship. The meaning of the word "kinship" to him only exists literally.

Father, that is, the person who can only see him several times a year. His mother died early and only exists in his memory. As for brothers and sisters, they either ignore him or ignore him or bully him behind his back. The only one who can make him feel the warmth is Xiao Xiang.

When he was young, he liked to be tired of being around Xiao Xiang. He ate, lived, bathed and played with Xiao Xiang. However, as he grew older, people were gradually constrained by etiquette. What he could do as a child could no longer be done, which became a regret that Xiao Rong could never erase. But now the opportunity has come. Xiao Xuan is dead, and the government and the public are in turmoil. As long as he can sit on the throne, the etiquette in the world will become unrestricted. He can do whatever he likes and marry his favorite sister as his wife. Of course, he also knows that the crown will not fall on his head without any reason. He needs to strive for it through his own efforts and support the king brother first The first step is to gain military power.

Normal people will never have the idea of marrying his own sister. Therefore, it can be said that Xiao Rong is psychologically abnormal and distorted, but it can also be said that he is too naive and simple.

I'm afraid even he can't tell whether his feelings for Xiao Xiang are men's and women's feelings or family feelings. He just thinks that what he likes should be obtained by himself. If he likes sister Xiang, then sister Xiang should always stay by his side and be his wife. This is a matter of heaven and earth.At this time, looking at Xiao Rong lying on her body, with her own * * humming, Xiao Xiang's heart suddenly tingled. For a moment, she was in a trance and had the illusion that she and Xiao Rong were back in their childhood. At that time, Xiao Rong also liked to cuddle in her arms. Her immature pepper milk tickled her to giggle.

"Rong Di" Xiao Xiang's lips slightly open, voice soft and trembling to call Xiao Rong's name.

At this time, suddenly there was a loud noise outside the hospital. Looking at the gate of jiugongzi's mansion, the gate was smashed open from the outside. Then, a large number of soldiers poured in. The first one was general yuan Chuan. He was wearing white helmets and armour. His sword was wrapped with white satin. He was white all over. This Sichuan general is not someone else. It is bu Ying, the general of Sichuan, and what he brings with him is his army.

Seeing buying and a large number of soldiers suddenly rushed into the house, the servants and the guards of the childe's house immediately met him.

"Are you willing to rush into the mansion? Get out of here A middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper yelled at the soldiers of bujiajun.

Bu Ying separated his officers and soldiers, went out, and bowed his hand to the middle-aged man opposite him and said, "I heard that the five princesses are here. I've come to see the five princesses specially!"

"If you don't want to meet the princess, you'd better have dinner with me." The middle-aged people knew buying and were polite to him.

Bu Ying frowned slightly. He was just thinking about what to do next. Suddenly, a man rushed out behind the servants and the guards. The man was covered with blood, and the spirit armor was broken into many pieces. He screamed: "Xiao Rong wants to murder the princess, general buying will save the princess quickly"

before the man finished his words, another person came from behind him and slashed him On his back. Bang! The sword sent the fragments of the spirit armor behind him flying far away. The man snorted and fell forward, lying on the ground, spraying blood.

It's Xingyuan, the princess's bodyguard! Bu Ying was stunned for a moment to recognize the identity of the man. He took a cold breath and turned his eyes. Subconsciously, he looked at the middle-aged man opposite him. However, what he saw was a long sword stabbing at him fiercely.

Bu Ying is not a civil servant. He has a good spirit and martial arts. He responds very quickly. His body moves to the side. When he is in a critical moment, he dodges the other side's killing moves. Before the other side takes up his sword and attacks again, he bumps forward with all his strength. He hears a bang. The middle-aged man opposite holds a long sword and leans back for several steps.

"Rush in and rescue the princess. Anyone who can resist will be killed without mercy." Confirming that the information is correct, Xiao Xiang is indeed in danger. Bu Ying's eyes are red, and she shouts at the soldiers in the rear.

With his order, the troops of the Bu family roared up and down, and people took off the crossbow machine one after another, and launched a volley of shots at the family guards opposite.

The crossbow machine of the Bujia army is completely imitated by the wind force. It is powerful and can be fired repeatedly. It is a sharp weapon in middle and close combat.

Although most of the servants and guards in the prince's house were spiritual practitioners, the difference in the number of people between the two sides was too large. Soon, dozens of them died under the arrow array of the Bujia army.

After shooting and killing these servants, the Bu family army took advantage of the situation to rush in. Some soldiers also dragged Xing Yuan, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, to one side for emergency treatment.

In front of the valiant regular army, the servants of the prince's house, the guards of the courtyard and the spiritual practitioners secretly cultivated were too insignificant to compete with them. The soldiers of the Bujia army were so powerful that they directly killed the courtyard outside the hall.

Guarding the door of the hall were dozens of the most capable spiritual practitioners under Xiao Rong's command, but compared with the thousands of soldiers in the opposite direction, these dozens of people seemed too pitiful.

In the face of so many soldiers, none of them escaped. Instead, they took the initiative to kill them.

"Shoot the arrow!" As the generals of the Bujia army gave orders to the commander, arrows were fired in the camp, and most of the spiritual practitioners who rushed over fell down in an instant.

The rest of them were wounded by arrows. They stormed into the camp of the Bujia army and fought hand to hand with the soldiers around them.

The most powerful spiritual cultivator is a man, not a God. He can kill ten or a hundred enemies, but he can't kill a thousand or ten thousand enemies. Soon, the remaining spiritual practitioners were separated and surrounded by soldiers of the Bu family army, and then, one by one, they were annihilated in the sea of people.

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