The happy life of the devil and the devil

Wishing the same quilt for life, wishing the same hole for death...

Ling Yucheng lowered his head in a daze, his gaze traced an arc from Yuan Shao's open and closed lips, and fell straight to his tightly held palm.

He understood what Yuan Shao meant.

Even if there were some things that he wanted to deliberately ignore, the unexpected hug just now and the physical changes he felt when he was close to each other gave him enough hints.

In the ten years of military service, whether it was training or marching, there was always a time when a group of people stripped naked and jumped into the river to take a bath.They are all men, and no one will have any strange thoughts about the body of the same sex. Even if a person is overwhelmed and is seen, at most he will be pointed at by his colleagues and laughed, saying, "Go to the brothel when you return to the city." Have a good time."But……

Once he calmed down, he would no longer be able to deceive himself. The man who swore back then that "I only want a courtier" just now reacted clearly because he had other thoughts about himself.

However, the moment I figured it out, I didn't immediately feel disgusted and disgusted. Just like countless times in the past, I just wanted to draw my sword and cut off those coveted and greedy people with blood and life. gaze.

It's not just because it's the lord's request, so it's irreversible, and it's not just because of the status of the damn queen who made me suffer for more than a year before gradually letting go.

Maybe because of sharing the same bed every night for two years?Maybe it's because of the embrace that warms my blood and heart in the snowy night?Maybe it's because when you help yourself to heal old injuries, the alcohol and internal force penetrate into the skin again and again, infiltrating the bones and meridians?Maybe it's because as long as he feels his breath close at hand, he can get a good sleep with peace of mind?

Maybe it's knowing that to get something you can't go all the way without paying.

Repeatedly saying this to myself, trying to raise my head several times to answer, but the word "willing" has been choked heavily in my throat. Deep in my heart, there is a cold and dead void that can't go away.

...But, not to mention the care and love of the past two years, the request of the lord, does he have the qualifications to refuse?

Taking a deep breath, Ling Yucheng gently broke away from Yuan Shao's clenched palm, and bowed down solemnly on the ground.

"Serving His Majesty is the duty of a minister."

The hands that were stretched out to hold her were frozen in mid-air.

"Longevity?"

Looking at Ling Yucheng who bowed his head and knelt quietly in front of him, Yuan Shao opened his mouth, but his mouth, which could not make any more sounds, was full of bitterness.

Why is it like this? He clearly said that he is willing to live and die together and never live alone; obviously after that fiery hug, he felt that his desire did not escape; obviously he was full of embarrassment and awkwardness, but he still leaned over. Looking at the worry and concern that I can't hide in my eyes...

Could it be that such Ling Yucheng, after hearing his confession from the bottom of his heart, shouldn't be full of joy, shouldn't he be equally moved by him?

But why use this kneeling to draw the distance between the monarch and his subjects into a natural moat.

"Duty?"

Yuan Shao heard himself asking softly.

What is duty?

Is obedience to the ground only out of the duty of a courtier?

Or did Ling Yucheng want to say that he was willing to serve him—in any way, by any means, whether it was in the hall, on the battlefield, or on the bed in the bedroom?

Those affections that were buried by the word "duty"—or, there was no affection from the beginning, but he unilaterally misunderstood Ling Yucheng's thoughts?

"...That's all."

Looking at Ling Yucheng's kneeling figure, looking at his undried black hair draped randomly on his shoulders, droplets of water gathering in small puddles in front of his knees, looking at his back and the After the sword dance before the feast, Yuan Shao finally let out a long sigh.

"I won't force you. ——Just pretend that I never said what I said before. Get up."

Spreading out the palm and handing it in front of him, you can see Ling Yucheng raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on his palm, almost burning on the skin with a heavy weight.Yuan Shao waited patiently for a moment, but Ling Yucheng didn't get up immediately, instead he raised his head and looked straight into his eyes.

"Your Majesty. It is my duty to serve Your Majesty. I... am willing."

As if afraid that he would not believe it, before Yuan Shao could speak, Ling Yucheng hastily continued: "Back then, Your Majesty wanted me to be His Majesty's Queen...I asked myself if Your Majesty...would I be willing. In those few days, I thought over and over again, asked myself over and over again..."

The voice is getting slower and slower, and more and more difficult. At the end, every word seems to be tearing open the old wound in the bottom of my heart, letting the blood that has not healed after two years flow out:

"If you didn't want to, I would never have followed His Majesty at the time. Since then, I have always been willing..."

Those dark eyes looked at Yuan Shao intently, the eyes seemed to be frozen into dead silence by ice, and seemed to be burning with the most blazing flame:

"Your Majesty, don't dare to lie to Your Majesty."

Although he already knew about this matter from other people's reports, standing in front of Ling Yucheng and listening to him personally tell about the past when they first met, Yuan Shao's heart still felt tight.Even breathing seemed to be grabbed by iron claws, and every breath that was sucked into the lungs was filled with burning pain.

At the beginning, he didn't care. He is the emperor and the lord. He only needs to give the conditions of the transaction, and then wait for the result condescendingly.Those torments, tossing and struggling, those pains in the darkness that seemed to split the body, are not what he needs to care about, and naturally, it is not that he needs to taste a little bit.

As for the additional annoyance that I added to myself because I didn't believe his promise, at that time he could only sneer, maybe even a little bit of annoyance.

...However, at this moment, facing Ling Yucheng who was stubbornly looking up at him and confessing his heart word by word, he just wanted to pull him up and rub him into his arms fiercely and unreservedly.

Although the answer he gave was not what he expected, how difficult and painful it is for someone like Ling Yucheng to say the word "yes" himself, how could he not understand?

"……stand up."

After a moment of silence, Yuan Shao called out to each other again, taking half a step forward while talking, pulling Ling Yucheng's arm to help him up himself:

"This is not the place to talk. Go back first, huh?"

"Yes."

The conversation ended here, and the two of them, one in front of the other, set foot on the corridor connecting the bath and the bedroom.The uppers of the thousand-layer sole landed silently, only the breeze in the atrium brushed over the treetops, bringing a piece of cool autumn after another.

The lights in the bedroom were brightly lit, and at the time when the masters went to take a bath, the servants who cleaned the bedroom had already tidied up the room.The two cups of tea on the table were already cool, but the copper pot sitting in the warm nest was hot to the touch.The room was sweet and fragrant, but it was not incense, but a plate of fresh fruits that had just been served under the window. The breeze in the window blew the fruit fragrance, and the whole room was filled with strands and strands.

Yuan Shao stepped over to the table, grabbed a cup of tea and poured it down, calmed down, and finally felt that the dryness and heat in his body had dropped a lot.He organized his words and turned to Ling Yucheng who was following behind, but before he could speak, he was overtaken by the other party.

"Your Majesty." The eyes on the other side of the table were calm and calm. The pain, shaking, bitterness and pleading just now seemed so strange to him, "For those wounds on your back, let me give you medicine first okay?"

"Ah? Good." Is this a change of subject?Yuan Shao suddenly felt like laughing, so he held back quickly, and while pulling the corners of his mouth down, he walked towards the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet, and took out a familiar red-glazed porcelain jar from inside. "I remember this ointment?"

"This is for constricting and stopping bleeding." Ling Yucheng followed step by step, bent down, and took out another blue and white porcelain round jar from the same drawer.Yuan Shao took one look at him and stepped onto the bed, took off his shirt and lay down on the pillow, juxtaposing the two pots in front of his eyes to play with.

I saw the ointment in the red-glazed jar was light purple in color, smelled it, and there was an indistinct smell of golden sore medicine, and it was indeed the one that Ling Yucheng took for me to apply the medicine for him after he was punished last time. kind.The ointment in the blue-and-white porcelain jar is light blue in color, and you can pick up a little bit with your fingertips and send it to the nose. The smell is fragrant, and there is a comfortable cooling feeling.

"This ointment is for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis." A hand stretched out from behind and took away the medicine jar. Immediately, the cool ointment fell on the back, and a hand that had been rubbed warm in advance pressed it down, from the inside out , Knead vigorously in a circle.

Seriously speaking, Ling Yucheng's massage techniques are not very good, except that his strength is really sufficient, and the others are not even half as good as Yuan Shao's exclusive attendants.But at this moment, there was such a person who took the initiative to lean over, jerky but focused on serving himself. This kind of joy made Yuan Shao bury himself comfortably in the pillow, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and he didn't even want to move.

The medicinal power penetrated into the skin, and the slightly cool touch became hot.The action of rubbing the blood to dissipate the blood is inevitably painful, but instead of causing discomfort, this kind of pain makes the feeling of moving the palms on the back more vivid.

The hands that have been holding knives and swords for a long time, and pulling the reins and bows are not as smooth as the full-time massage attendants, so as not to bring discomfort to the master during the service.The hands were covered with thin calluses, and they rubbed against the shoulder blades in circles. Every time they pressed and moved, the heat penetrated into the limbs and bones.Yuan Shao's breathing gradually became heavy, and his bare back was sweating from such movements.

The breathing sound behind her was not calm, and the rhythm between one breath and one breath was slightly disordered, unable to keep pace with the palm of her hand, or even the movements of her entire body.Yuan Shao glanced slightly from the corner of his eye, and saw Ling Yucheng knelt on the edge of the bed beside him, his body leaned forward, and his moist forehead spread out on the side of his face, except for his tense jaw, I can't see what his expression is like.

However, in fact, it is not necessary to see the expression talent.The imperial couch is wide enough for three or four people to sleep side by side. Yuan Shao casually lays down on the bed, and the space beside the bed is enough for one person to lie on it.However, Ling Yucheng didn't get any closer. His knees resting on the edge of the bed moved back two fists away from the most comfortable and suitable position for exerting force. He only stretched his arms to his back into a full sheet Bow.

Are you still refusing to come closer?Or... dare not?

During the breath, seven or eight thoughts have already turned in Yuan Shao's mind.I want to wait naturally, I also want to pull him into my arms, and I even want to ask him, since he still feels awkward, why do he force himself to get closer... But in the end, he just laughed dumbfounded, and said in a low voice. called out.

"Longevity."

"His Majesty?"

"Pour a glass of water over here."

"Yes."

A cup of tea at the right temperature was brought over, but Yuan Shao didn't sit up as usual, but leaned half his body sideways, held Ling Yucheng's palm and pulled it closer, and sipped in his hand one mouthful at a time.After grasping it, it turned out that the palm was a little stiff, from the wrist to the arm was unnaturally tense, it felt as if he wanted to escape far away at any time, but he stood here forcefully, tacitly acquiescing to any movements of the lord.

...Ah, if it looks like this, even if you really eat it in your mouth, it won't be delicious...

Thinking that the cup has bottomed out here, Yuan Shao let go, watching Ling Yucheng immediately back away, put down the teacup, and leaned closer step by step.It's just that this time Yuan Shao couldn't help him to continue to apply medicine to himself, but sat up cross-legged, leaned against the head of the bed and stretched his body lightly.

"Longevity."

Calling this name that he personally bestowed and was only called when no one else was around, Yuan Shao straightened his face, and stretched out his hand to Ling Yucheng who was standing by the bed with his hands down, waiting for him to speak with a serious face:

"Come here. There are some things, I think it's better to tell you clearly."

On the small table beside the bed, the wick of the red candle crackled and burst into a flower.

The author has something to say: some things will happen sooner or later, fortunately this time it should not be serious...but the mood is messy...can't calm down to write...

That's all for today, I hope I can calm down tomorrow and everything will be fine...

Also, I'm disappointed no one complained about the color of the two jars of ointment.

And your majesty, start off in this serious "let's talk" tone really dumbass?