DUKE KUN
The torch burning bright on the Duke bedchamber, illuminated the king sized bed, giant wardrobe, and lavish interior that was dominated by red, a colour of Kun.
Duke enjoyed the silent and breeze garden under the watch of everlasting love paviliun, across his chamber. There, Lady Sui tomb was raised. He built that extravagant pavilion to the one he loved. He spent his wealth and bought many things from Sui Dukedom, her hometown. He always thought about what life would be if he meet Lady Sui before meeting Lady Luling, his wife.
"It's cold outside." Lady Luling thrust her beautiful, well-groomed arms between the waist and arm of her husband, bent her cheek on his broad back. "Could you close the windows, my Love? Let us warm the bed."
The scent of citrus always spreaded when his wife came. He turned and raised her thin chin. Lady already 45 but still looks like 20. The beauty that made every duke envious.
Her hand pulled a red silk sash that tied her dress at the waist. Her eyes seduce her husband to give satisfaction in bed. Then with the same hand, she pulled duke sash, a brown rough texture like bark. She was always surprised when she rubbed her husband's big trunk, she always bit her lower lip when she peeked.
"Control your brother." With that word alone, he knew he just blew away quality time with his wife.
"My lord?"
"He almost killed my son. You know that?" The duke pulled his wife, turned around and put her on the window frame. He wants to see the paviliun. His eyes pierced Lady Luling.
"My Lord, please enlighten me. Is he offending you?"
Duke grasped on her thich chest, pulling the last satin that covered it. "Not only offend me. He almost killed my son."
"What? What do you mean? My lord?" She bit her lips, her eyes pulled back, while her face was on the ceiling. The duke tormented him with real pleasure. The pleasures of a long fat rod.
But the Duke was not sure if his wife had not heard of what happened in the throne room. His wife even knew anyone who entered and left through the city's four main doors.
She said, in a voice broken by sighs. "Isn't he just doing Kun tradition? It was Lan who disturbed the tradition of the duel between my brother and Li Bi. You should have educated him instead of blaming my brother—god, it so big!"
Duke pulled an arrow head, used it like a talon to stroke his wife's neck, down to the chest, then the Lady Luling reached for the arrow head, pulled it up, and examined the antique object.
"My Lord, what it is?"
Duke pulled her and bended to the table, giving her more and more pleasure, squeezed her breast that still tick and squishy like a mantiu. He eat the one that fit well on his mouth. He tried to divide her attention, lust, lie, and truth.
"You know who owns it?" Duke studied his wife's face full of lust. "Answer me."
"Don't stop, my lord. Please, please."
"Then gave me the truth." Then Duke oulled her arm, licked the armpit that so sweled with citrus scene. His favorit scene.
Several years ago, Duke found out who ambushed him and Lan. The culprit came from his wife's family. For several years he had kept this secret for the family's sake and Kun unity. But now it's different. He will do everything to protect his family, especially Lan.
Doke moved closer. His nose on hers. "That's the arrow that almost killed me. Do you know who ordered the Kun army to kill me and Lan?"
Suddenly his wife's face became pale. She dropped the arrow in shock. Duke guessed that his informants were correct. His wife's family was indeed the culprit, but Duke tried to suppress one question. Who? He didn't want to ask and ruined more harmony inside his family.
"My—my lord, you suspect me? You suspect-"
Duke gave her what she carved about. He pushed it deeper and harder, slowly pulled the wet rod, then hammered it and made her roar with pleasure. The roar that would echo to the entire palace.
"Once again, someone tried to kill Lan. I will not stay idle. I hope you understand what I want." His chest pressed against hers.
"Yes! Yes! I understand, my lord! pubishne!" She clawed at the duke's sweaty back, biting his neck as her waist chugged in climax.
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A few weeks after the incident, Ning den Han sent an emissary to ratify the treaty with Kun. They gave Kun what he wanted without knowing what happened.
The war continued for two months and turned the Sichuan area into a river of blood and a forest of corpses.
Ning withdrew his troops due to the threat of an attack from the Sui Dukedom.
Meanwhile, the Han began to run low on supplies, withdrew his troops, and signed an armistice with Ning.
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In Kun's throne room, everyone laughed in relief. Peace returns, and Kun takes a huge advantage.
In the Duke's eyes, there were better things than profit, but the chance of bringing his three children together.
"Bian, Lan, Quan. You three go with the officials and check the five cities that Han returned to us. How about that? Are you willing to take this errand?"
Three excited youths saluted and together said, "As your command!"
"Get ready. The day after tomorrow, you all set off together," Duke Kuan continued.
The three brothers seem to have forgotten their previous problems. They joked and discussed their trip to visit three cities.
The weekly meeting broke up, and every official asked permission to leave the throne room, except for Prime Minister Cao.
Duke understood what the Prime Minister would say. "If you want to protest, I will still send the three over there."
"Duke Kuan, I hope you understand. Sending them there is extremely dangerous. I'm afraid they'll send kidnappers or assassins."
The duke was aware of Prime Minister Cao's concern. From the beginning the old man always cared for them, cared for the Duke family. Even when he was a child, the Prime Minister always cared for him and his brother.
"Uncle Cao." The Duke called him uncle when they were alone. "This is an opportunity for the three to strengthen the tenuous fraternal bond."
The duke's answer was unable to ease Prime Minister Cao's anxiety.
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