Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

Maybe it was the makeup dissolved by the hot water that irritated the eye area, Duan Yunyang only felt the corners of the eyes sore, hot and stinging, couldn't help but shed a little tears, and slid down the smooth side cheeks.

Looking back on the past, this is actually the first time Su Xun approached with such an active attitude.

Every inch of skin around him seemed to be screaming for joy, and the trembling feeling was thrilling. At this moment, he dared not show his air, lest he would disturb the time and make that person stay away suddenly.

The teardrops on his face were so glaring, Su Xun felt a little groaning in his chest, he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corner of Duan Yunyang's eyes, but unexpectedly, the other party grabbed his wrist tightly.

Breathing intermittently due to the turbulent emotions, Duan Yunyang's eyes were blurred, and he tried his best to control the trembling of his body. With a hoarse voice, he murmured:

"Ah Xun... Are you ready for you to approach me like this?"

That's right, even though there are thousands of willingness and tenderness in his heart, he deeply knows that momentary happiness can never last long, so life and death are dependent on each other, and often become a lonely shadow.

He firmly believed in his own judgment, Su Xun was by no means indifferent to him, and the true meaning hidden in his heart was even greater than his.

But being close together, there always seems to be an invisible barrier between the two, but they are intimacy and tenderness, but they can't easily cross the line.

He, Duan Yunyang, was born as a favorite in the army. He has experienced countless battles and experienced countless people. Naturally, he has different views on emotions.I hope to have a person with one heart and one mind, and the white head will not be separated, but if there is no way to entrust the heart and soul, it will be the same as the dewy love and the all-night romance.

What's the point of indulging in sensuality at this time.

As his words sounded, Su Xun paused, the blood on his face faded like a tide, his body became weak, and he slowly sat down on the side.

Just now he was distracted and infatuated for a while, but thanks to Duan Yunyang's words that awakened the dreamer, he was able to save the situation dangerously and dangerously.

There is no solution to the poison, and the crisis is not resolved, so what right do I have to implicate Duan Yunyang in suffering?

That person was one of the few bright lights in his dark memories when he was young, and he was the pillar and salvation of his spirit when he was suffering.

If Duan Yunyang is willing to accept if he can't fully and purely express the emotions in his heart, he can't bear the strong self-blame and self-loathing.

With a shape like a wandering dragon and a heart like glass, how could he give up his broken body to tarnish such beauty?

His back felt cold, and the energy in his whole body seemed to be emptied in an instant. Su Xun slowly slid and sat in a corner of the bathtub, folded his arms and bowed, lowering his eyelashes.

Duan Yunyang stared at him silently, without getting a reply for a long time, a clear sigh escaped from the corner of his mouth.

There are both bitterness and resentment in my heart, but more of it is the pain of the flesh and bone, and the pity for the person in front of me.

He is so painful...

"A Xun."

After a long while, Duan Yunyang took the initiative to go forward, took off the soft towel from the shelf and handed it to him: "It's uncomfortable to leave the disguise preparation on my face, please help me wash it off, can you?"

Su Xun raised his eyes in Xunsheng, his eyes that were misty in the autumn water turned slightly red, and his pale lips were bitten pale.

Duan Yunyang's heart throbbed like a blunt knife rolling, but his face remained calm, and he closed his eyes with a smile.

After all, the soft cloth was dipped in hot water and began to gently wipe his face.

Sensing the occasional skin contact with that person's fingers, Duan Yunyang sighed lightly, and his tone suddenly turned serious: "You took part in the martial arts test today, did you notice any abnormalities, such as some rather weird candidates?"

"Indeed."

Su Xun's tone has completely returned to his usual cold and indifferent tone, as if nothing happened just now: "You don't know that you are in the Western Regions. Liang Guoqiu's trial is called a civilian selection, but it is also a good opportunity to install forces in the palace."

"Although the martial arts test can compete for excellent martial arts strategies, the imperial court can hardly ensure the safety and reliability of these people. Therefore, special candidates will be arranged during the test. People often call it 'seeds'."

"Seeds? Interesting."

Duan Yunyang raised his brows lightly, and smiled mockingly: "I'm afraid they are the secret guards trained within the palace, who are responsible for eliminating the so-called uneasy factors, and then take advantage of the autumn exam to find a job as an official?"

Su Xun nodded and sighed softly: "That's right, the 'seeds' are often cultivated by high-ranking officials in the palace and even close relatives of the royal family. During the autumn exam, they lurk among the candidates and are responsible for notifying those with outstanding qualifications and sensitive identities. If you file for the record, you will get the benefit of passing the preliminary examination with a high probability. This is no longer a secret in Liang Guo, and the people have resentment in their hearts, but they dare not speak out."

"This country of Liang is really absurd...then did you find such people today?"

Xu Pingzhi's figure suddenly appeared in his mind, Su Xun pondered for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

At the same time, in Liang Guo's palace.

A man was walking quickly through the corridors of the palace with his head lowered. The patrolling guards saw him from afar and were about to stop him. He immediately took out a vermilion token from his sleeve and showed it. Then he raised his head.

It was undoubtedly Xu Pingzhi.

Seeing the patrolling officials bowing back respectfully, Xu Pingzhi continued to walk deep into the palace without stopping.

It took about half a cup of tea before he stopped in front of a dark palace, looked around to make sure that no one was there, and then walked lightly into the room, closing the door tightly.

The doors and windows of the house are closed, but the walls are decorated with expensive luminous pearls, which illuminate the interior of the house transparently.

There was a person in front of him standing with his hands behind his back, Xu Pingzhi's heart beat like a drum, he took a deep breath inwardly, lifted his knees and knelt down, and solemnly said: "Villain Xu Pingzhi, I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

The person in front of him was Emperor Liang, who usually lived reclusively. He let out a snort, but without turning his head, he just said calmly, "Xiao Qi, I don't like your appearance, do you know what to do?"

A trace of cold sweat dripped from Xu Pingzhi's forehead, and his palms were also wet from tension, but without hesitation, he stroked the hidden bump behind his upper ear, pulled it downwards forcefully, and peeled off a piece of □□ come down!

If it is said that what was presented to the world before was a handsome and bookish face, but the face under the mask can be described as thick and colorful.

His eyebrows are like lacquer, his eyes are full of affection, his nose is high and straight, his lips are bright red, he is clearly a man, but he is even more gorgeous than that delicate daughter, his fair complexion has a little pink, making him look more and more cute .

Emperor Liang stared at him coldly, without any emotion on his face, but at some point in his hand, he picked up a long leather whip, raised it high towards Xu Pingzhi's face, and then dropped it mercilessly.

The whip had barbs on it, and Xu Pingzhi's clothes were quickly ripped apart, and his skin was scratched by the sharp thorns, and blood gushed down along the fabric.The pain was so deep-rooted that even though he clenched his teeth desperately, he still couldn't help letting out some broken sobs.

"This is your punishment for not doing your job well."

The man's voice came from the top of his head, cold and without any pity, his tone was so contemptuous as if he was crushing an ant.

The author has something to say: the ball must not be locked hahahaha!Little transparent shivering