stream of heart

Feng Ming didn't expect that there would be such a period of Ayou's disappearance back then.So that jade pendant was very likely to be put on by Ayou himself.

Belief or not is only a matter of thought, no matter what, the big deal is to find the reason, and all the reasons will naturally be clear.Yan Zhengjun looked straight into his eyes, "I'll help you find it."

Feng Ming suddenly said, "I really want to marry you."

Yan Zhengjun's heart trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly, "Because... Ayou?"

Feng Ming leaned down, looked at Yan Zhengjun, his eyes were bewildered, and said slowly, "Because of you."

The red color spread like fire, burning Yan Zhengjun's whole body so hot that he almost suffocated, "You..."

Feng Ming raised his hand and stroked Yan Zhengjun's burning lips.Yan Zhengjun felt that there must be poison in the air, and what he said just now could not have been said by Feng Ming.But the rough fingertips on the lips felt extremely real to the touch.Yan Zhengjun stared blankly at Feng Ming, watched him get up and put down the bed curtain, watched him help him untie his acupuncture points, watched him lean over and press down...

After waking up again, Yan Zhengjun realized that Mu Tianyang had "premeditated", and there was a book and ointment beside the bed.Thinking of Feng Ming's meaningful smile last night, Yan Zhengjun took a few deep breaths.

Mu Tianyang...three days is too little, it must be five days!

Although the most intimate things have been done, Yan Zhengjun is still in chaos. What happened last night is like a dream.But his waist was sore and weak, and the indescribable part of his body was also extremely uncomfortable. Yan Zhengjun thought vaguely, he is only 15 years old this year, why is it like this.

Apart from the chubby Yan Ziling, it was the first time that Yan Zhengjun was lying on the same bed with another person.The blending of bodies and the close contact without gaps are all wonderful things, as if the distance is getting closer.Although I don't know why Feng Ming suddenly changed his mind, but now, getting married is a certainty.

The bed curtain was lowered, but looking at it, it seemed that it was already dawn outside.

Yan Zhengjun turned around quietly, with the palm of his right hand resting on the side of his face, not wanting to bump into Feng Ming's deep eyes.The eyes are intertwined, there seems to be an illusion of affection, and the air seems to be tainted with a touch of lingering.

What do I like about this man?Yan Zhengjun thought.But there was no answer.Raising his hand unconsciously, his index finger brushed across Feng Ming's eyebrows, bridge of nose, and lips one by one.He hoped that every morning when he woke up, the first person he saw would be Feng Ming, Feng Ming, Feng Ming.

"When will you return to Wumo City?"

Feng Ming held his hand and said nothing.

Yan Zhengjun asked, "Soon?"

"..." Feng Ming hesitated for a while.

"Three days later."

Seeing his expression, Yan Zhengjun suddenly smiled, "You don't need to worry, I'm not a weak girl, and I don't need to be treated carefully. But you live in Wumo for a long time, won't we often have to be separated from each other in the future? I will follow you to guard Wumo City, we will live together and enjoy ourselves happily."

After a pause, he seemed to be thinking seriously, Yan Zhengjun's heart was sour, but his eyes were gentle, "It's just a joke. Even if you want to take me away, your father-in-law and mother-in-law will not have a good time."

"En." Feng Ming responded briefly.

Yan Zhengjun was surprised that he admitted it so happily?But I have to say, he was very happy to hear it.

After brewing for a while, Yan Zhengjun looked at Feng Ming and asked seriously, "Is our marriage settled?"

Feng Ming remained expressionless, "Yes."

Ask again, "When will you get married?"

Still expressionless, "You have the final say."

Yan Zhengjun was happy again, and wanted to tear his face again.

"When will we get married, I really have the final say?"

"Ah."

"Going back to Wumo so quickly, do you feel guilty?"

"Ah."

"Should there be compensation?"

"Ah."

"I'm the one who has the final say?"

"Ah."

Yan Zhengjun showed a triumphant smile, "Do you know the allusion of Hongyan passing on the book? Write to me every day, and don't miss it every day."

Feng Ming's face froze as expected.

Yan Zhengjun is very satisfied, um, very good, finally he is not expressionless anymore.Pulling his face with both hands, Yan Zhengjun made a silent provocation.

Yan Zhengjun had to go to the academy, so the two got up to wash up quickly.On the way back to Yan's Mansion, Feng Ming leaned on the cushion, folded his hands on his chest and closed his eyes to rest.Yan Zhengjun was still a little nervous at first, but due to the hard work last night, he fell asleep unknowingly and was covered with a quilt.

When he woke up, the carriage had already stopped, Yan Zhengjun rubbed his temples, "Why didn't you call me when we arrived?"

Feng Ming opened his eyes and looked at him, "You didn't sleep much last night." Yan Zhengjun's ears turned red, he sat up, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, stretched himself, avoiding his gaze.

The car fell silent for a moment.

"last night……"

"last night……"

The two spoke at the same time.

Yan Zhengjun looked at him.

"I didn't expect it last night." A trace of guilt flashed in Feng Ming's eyes, "I went too far."

Yan Zhengjun shook his head, "It's okay, we're going to get married sooner or later, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later." Then he smiled slyly, "Isn't it good to be my person earlier?"

An imperceptible smile flashed across Feng Ming's eyes, and Yan Zhengjun felt that his eyes might be dazzled.After watching for a while to no avail, he started, "Our marriage... Also, I promised to help you find Ayu, and I will do my best. If there is any news, I will send someone to inform you."

Feng Ming said slowly, "Okay."

Yan Zhengjun smiled at him, got up and opened the curtain to go out, suddenly turned around again, touched the cold lips lightly, opened the distance slightly, breathed on Feng Ming's lips, "Remember, you are My people are gone."

After speaking, he got out of the car and left without delay.

The mansion looked normal, and there was no panic because he didn't return all night.Yan Zhengjun returned to his room, and after a while, An Nian and An Rui came over to help him wash up as usual.

Yan Zhengjun sat down in front of the book case, and Anian consciously stood on the side studying ink.Yan Zhengjun picked up the pen, seemingly on a whim, and asked quietly, "Which shadow guard was on duty yesterday?"

A black figure flashed out from nowhere, knelt down on one knee in front of the desk, clasped fists with both hands, "Master Hui, Wuying was on duty yesterday."

Yan Zhengjun thought for a moment and began to write. The black ink was on the letter paper, outlining the strong and thin willow body. There was only a slight sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper in the room.

Wuying knelt on the ground, sweat dripping down his back, but he didn't dare to disturb her.

It wasn't until the last stroke was made and the seal was stamped that Yan Zhengjun said casually, "Go to the dark room by yourself and get thirty sticks."

Wuying didn't dare to argue, and absolutely obeyed, "Yes."

Yan Zhengjun rubbed the corner of the letter with his left thumb, and said in a gentle tone, "Wu Ying, who is your master?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wuying said firmly, "Naturally, you are the son."

Yan Zhengjun glanced at him, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Oh? Then whose orders did you listen to yesterday?"

Wuying paused, and lowered his head even lower.

The smile on the corner of Yan Zhengjun's mouth deepened, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "How about I send you to Tianyang and be his shadow guard? Maybe, at that time, I can still order you."

Wuying was startled, knocked his head on the cold ground and dared not lift it up, "My lord, forgive me."

"Remember who is your master, don't admit the wrong person." Yan Zhengjun's voice was cold, not angry.

Wuying breathed a sigh of relief, "Wuying remembers the teachings of the young master."

Yan Zhengjun waved his hand, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, "Before receiving the punishment, please take Little Prince Mu to the ice pond at the back of the academy for me. The weather is so hot, you should soak for a while to dissipate heat. There are not many hidden guards in the palace. , if you can’t do this, you don’t have to come back.”

Wu Ying led away, An Rui, who was arranging clothes by the bed, suppressed a smile, wondering where the heat came from in this April day, but the young master seemed to be in a fit of anger, so I'd better wait for him to feel better before begging the little prince for mercy .

Yan Zhengjun sealed the written letter and handed it to An Nian who was standing beside him expressionlessly, "Go yourself and give this letter to Uncle Gu."