Dust is cold

Yu Wuchen didn't ask any more questions, and jumped onto the eaves, watching him stepping while counting.

Maybe it's because in his own territory, Yan Qinghan's demeanor is much more agile than usual, walking around in such a moonlight, and the white clothes are elegant, it is really beautiful.

After a while, Yan Qinghan stopped, turned his head and smiled brightly at Yu Wuchen: "Give me a hand? If I'm not mistaken, it will be below!"

Yu Wuchen was naturally overjoyed, and it is always good to be willing to show his versatility to him, so he quickly jumped down, pulled him back two steps, and released the flying sword to cut the soil on the ground.

"Is it local wine?" Yu Wuchen has seen some clues after watching for so long: "Looks like I was out of class last time!"

"Yeah!" Yan Qinghan's brows and eyes curved with a smile: "I didn't expect it to be done!"

The difficulty of this wine is to let the wine jar go underground, and you can still find it after walking. Now it seems that the underground soil is loose, at least the first step is successful.

"So confident? What if I can't dig it later..." Yu Wuchen teased, he knew in his heart that if he dared to let him dig wine, it would basically be a success, Yan Qinghan's temperament, he would not say it with [-]% certainty.

Yan Qinghan glanced at him sideways, explaining that Jian Guang stopped talking.

The sword light was shining brightly, Yu Wuchen felt a little emotional when he saw this flying sword, he helped Le Yugui chop firewood, and now he is here to help Yan Qinghan dig wine...

"It's almost there!" Yan Qinghan stepped forward suddenly, and Yu Wuchen quickly put away the sword light.

Sure enough, some pale gold was exposed from the ground, which should be the silk cloth covering the mouth of the altar. Yan Qinghan pushed aside the soil with his hands, took one altar and handed it to Yu Wuchen, took another altar out, and carefully removed the hole dug out. After filling it up, pat the soil at the entrance of the hole lightly: "Go ahead!"

This action was full of childishness, Yu Wuchen's eyes were fixed, and he stretched out his hand: "Come!"

Yan Qinghan didn't evade, stood up with the help of his hands, and pointed to the corner of the courtyard.

There is an ancient well in the corner of the courtyard. The two walked over holding the wine jar, slowly put down the wooden barrel, and brought up the water to wash it clean.

"You made it?" Yu Wuchen asked while pouring water on his hands.

"En!" Yan Qinghan nodded, and splashed it on his face casually: "From the beginning of picking hops, I did it myself!"

When the water touched his face, Yan Qinghan frowned.

"It's really not troublesome!" Yu Wuchen smiled and slowed down the speed of pouring water.

Yan Qinghan poured some more water as if angry: "I like it only if it is troublesome. When doing these things, you don't have to think about it!"

The medicine powder applied on the cheek to cover up the wound was washed off, and the wound was red, swollen and torn, which indeed looked like an abrasion.

Noticing that Yu Wuchen was looking at his cheek, Yan Qinghan raised his hand to touch it, a little embarrassed.He sighed, carried the wine jar to the edge of the well and sat down, looking up at the moon.

Yu Wuchen followed suit and sat down without asking any further questions. He just raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair that was slipping around his face behind his ear. Yan Qinghan didn't hide, but turned to look at him seriously: " Today, thank you!"

Yu Wuchen patted the wine jar away from his hand and took a sip: "It's enough of the free wine as a thank you gift!"

Yan Qinghan smiled, didn't answer, just took the wine jar, and drank continuously with a sullen head, as if he didn't want to stop.

"Qinghan!" Yu Wuchen pressed his wrist: "Don't drink like this, it will hurt your health!"

Yan Qinghan raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, but his face was smiling peacefully: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure!"

Yu Wuchen took down the wine jar in his hand, and pressed him into his arms: "Is the injury on your face related to Yue Liunian?"

Yan Qinghan didn't struggle, moved and leaned against his chest: "Before the birthday banquet, Yue Liunian came and touched my face with his knuckles when he left, so..."

Yan Qinghan's voice was cold and stern, he didn't continue, but raised his hand and scratched the wound heavily with his wrench, leaving a bloodstain immediately.

Yu Wuchen was startled, what a strong temper!He was a little scared, but fortunately he didn't... No, this is only for Yue Liunian, right?

Yu Wuchen glanced at Yan Qinghan's exposed skin calmly. He did not make much use of his hands and feet at the King's birthday banquet last time. If he had to deal with it like this, how many injuries would it cause?

I don't see any other scars, is there none or because it's been so long that I can't see it?

Yu Wuchen was really worried, he tried his best to control his voice calmly: "His Royal Highness is very temperamental, would you just take off the skin when someone touches you?"

Yan Qinghan was playing with the blood on the wrench finger, when he heard this, he suddenly stopped moving.

Yu Wuchen knew that it was not appropriate for him to ask such a question, but he had to know the answer, so he didn't try to change the subject.

The courtyard is silent, with the sound of the wind blowing.

After a long time, Yan Qinghan let out a breathy laugh, pushed him away and stood up, walked a few steps with his back to him, and said in a soft voice, "Yeah, now it's like this, you have to peel off your skin!"

Before the words were finished, Yu Wuchen had already stood up and grabbed his arm behind his back with his hands. Yan Qinghan was pulled and turned around, without retreating or moving, he just looked at him lightly.

Yu Wuchen put his other arm behind his back, held it with one hand, and held his face with the other, carefully examining the scar on his cheek.

Yan Qinghan didn't struggle or refuse, and he didn't even look at Yu Wuchen, he was fixed somewhere, with some wandering.

"Qinghan!" Yu Wuchen called him softly, his breath caressing the side of his neck, slightly warm: "Let me help you remove this mark, okay?"

After the words fell, Yu Wuchen's lips gently covered the scar.Yan Qinghan sighed and closed his eyes.

After embracing each other for a long time, the jackdaws screamed, and Fang Jueyue shifted his shadow.

Yu Wuchen tightened his arms first, then let go, and pulled Yan Qinghan back to sit by the well fence: "Why didn't you ask for help earlier?"

The royal family has a routine agreement with the immortal sects, and they can ask the immortal sects for support in case of emergency.

Yan Qinghan looked at the front, and laughed at himself coldly: "Ask for help? The matter of offending Hui Cang...don't you understand?"

Yu Wuchen couldn't understand anymore. If he wanted to start a war for one person, no one would take action if he asked for it. There were too many constraints, and this was one of the reasons why he didn't want to get too deep into the world.

"Never thought of looking for me?" Yu Wuchen frowned. This matter was extremely dangerous. If it wasn't for his coincidence, if it wasn't for Bei Chenli who happened to come to join in the fun, today Yan Qinghan would be in danger of death or injury.

Yan Qinghan refused to answer, got up to get the wine jar, handed one to Yu Wuchen, and then walked to the stone table with his own, not as anxious as when he first started drinking, but he didn't intend to stop taking sips.

Yu Wuchen followed, without sitting down, he just stood beside Yan Qinghan and looked down at him.

Yan Qinghan lowered his head and sighed: "I can't implicate you, if Yue Liunian insists on not letting go, you will surely trap Yan Huai in the flames of war if you save me, everyone will blame me!"

"You think of me thoroughly!" Yu Wuchen sneered.

"Alas!" Yan Qinghan took a sip of his wine, smiled and shook his head: "I never thought that you would be so stupid as to take action when the situation is so chaotic!"

"Qinghan!" Yu Wuchen raised his face: "Do you know..."

"Yu Wuchen!" Yan Qinghan interrupted him, and looked up at him with a serious expression: "Do you want me?"

"What?" Yu Wuchen couldn't react, it was too sudden, the person who was shying away from you a few hours ago suddenly asked if you would like to...

Yan Qinghan still maintained the posture of looking up, staring at him with burning eyes.

Yu Wuchen took a step back, looked at Yan Qinghan suspiciously, took his wrist and pressed it a few times, but found nothing unusual.

"Heh!" Yan Qinghan started laughing: "Mr. Yu, what are you hesitating about?"

Yu Wuchen took a step forward and lifted him up: "Yan Qinghan, do you know what you're talking about?"

Yan Qinghan nodded, still looking at him with a smile, the water glistening on his lips.This seemed a bit provocative, Yu Wuchen lowered his head and bit his lips.

Yan Qinghan snorted in pain, a little dazed, but did not back down.

Yu Wuchen was overwhelmed by his violent head, and he managed to use his spiritual power to suppress him. He didn't go any further and just pressed his lips against his lips: "Your Highness, are you repaying your favor?"

The breaths are connected, the lips are soft to the touch, Yan Qinghan has a strange feeling, he curls up his fingers tightly so as not to grab Yu Wuchen's skirt.

He didn't hear the answer, only Yan Qinghan's rapid breathing was in his ears. He was obviously jerky, but Yu Wuchen was fascinated. When the anger came from his heart, Yu Wuchen didn't know what he was angry about. The reaction came faster than consciousness.

Yu Wuchen stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked Yan Qinghan's lips, wanting to penetrate further.

Yan Qinghan froze and moved in his arms, probably wanting to back away.

"Hey!" Yu Wuchen smiled lightly and charmingly: "It's too late, my prince!"

Before the words were finished, he raised his hand and pinched Yan Qinghan's cheek, not knowing whether it was too strong or it touched the wound on Yan Qinghan's face, Yan Qinghan gasped and opened his mouth.

Yu Wuchen immediately drove straight in, fixed him with one hand, and violently attacked the city.

Yan Qinghan tried to struggle at first, but then gradually became confused, with both hands tightly clutching Yu Wuchen's skirt.

Not far from the roof.

"Tsk tsk!" Someone looked enthusiastically: "I don't know how to be sympathetic, but it seems that the technology is not bad!"

It took a long time for Yu Wuchen to let go of Yan Qinghan. Yan Qinghan's breathing was disordered, and he hurriedly stopped his heavy breathing.

Yan Qinghan's breathing gradually resumed, Yu Wuchen hadn't moved since he let go, the two were too close, Yan Qinghan took half a step back, suddenly embarrassed, his hand was still grabbing the lapel of his clothes!

"It's okay!" Yu Wuchen's voice came: "The robe is nothing more than a trivial thing, His Royal Highness can borrow it at will!"

Yan Qinghan quickly let go, just wanting to find a crack in the ground to get in.Hastily took a step back, might as well bumped his leg against the stone bench, his body tilted and was pulled back in front of him by Yu Wuchen's waist hooked for a moment.

Yu Wuchen took Yan Qinghan a few steps away, and pushed him against the tree: "Why just now?"

Yan Qinghan lowered his head and shook lightly, there was a reason, but he couldn't speak.

"Since His Royal Highness doesn't want to say..." Yu Wuchen smiled softly: "Then I will fulfill you today, how about it?"

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