The happy life of the devil and the devil

When he was in love with him, Yuan Shao was in a bad mood.

Originally, when you have sex with me, you should be obedient and obedient. It is common for you to chase me and hide. Even a small push and push is just for fun.But Ling Yucheng hit hard and Yuan Shao gave way, and immediately parted his arms, causing Yuan Shao's jaw to ache, and he had to let go of the restraint.Then he turned half sideways, and punched backwards with the sound of wind hanging on his elbows!

Punching, elbowing, kicking, while breathing, Yuan Shao blocked with his hands and feet, and hit three times in a row, but each time he received a shock.Although Ling Yucheng didn't use his internal strength, his shots were heavier each time, and he didn't even care about his own safety.In the end, all the limbs and joints were pinned by Yuan Shao, unable to move under the brocade mattress, but he still ignored it and bumped his head back!

"Changsheng!" Yuan Shao was startled and angry at first, and then he was full of worries.Ling Yucheng didn't look like he was rejecting a good relationship at all, but more like he was struggling for his life!

what happened?

There was no time for him to get to the bottom of it right now.Yuan Shao turned his head to avoid the bump in time, exercised a little bit of internal strength, and whispered in Ling Yucheng's ear: "Wake up!"

The random attacks stopped for a moment.Yuan Shao heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to comfort him softly, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he quickly stepped aside.Almost immediately, there was an "Answer" in the ear, and it was thrilling in the darkness.

Ling Yucheng turned his head sideways, and bit down without thinking.Even if he flashed so fast, the teeth he clenched together would rub against his ear pinna when he fell down!

"Longevity!"

He yelled a few times, but Ling Yucheng didn't respond, but the kicking and beating became more and more violent and disorganized.Seeing that this is not a problem, Yuan Shao sighed, let go and backed away.It's not difficult to suppress Ling Yucheng, but...how could he be willing to hurt this person?

Listening to the wind in the dark, Ling Yucheng turned over and bounced up almost immediately when the clamp was loosened.While Yuan Shao was touching the fire knives and flints at the table, Ling Yucheng propped up his elbows on the bed, and he had shrunk to the inner corner of the bed. In his busy schedule, he even copied a handful under the pillow, and held something in front of his chest .

Then, a faint smell of blood permeated the air, even overpowering the faint sweet fragrance that had been burning in the sleeping tent.

Yuan Shao's heart was pulled hard.

"Changsheng." He didn't even dare to speak loudly, slowed down his voice, and repeatedly called out in as soft a tone as possible, "Changsheng? What's wrong with you?"

The two faced each other from a distance, Yuan Shao tried his best to straighten his ears, but he could only hear the low, rapid panting in the bed curtain, one after another.That movement reminded him of the wounded male wolf he blocked in the corner when he went hunting when he was a teenager—eyes wide open, body tensed, bloody paws firmly clasped on the ground, four legs slightly bent, ready to attack anytime, anywhere. Pounce for the last fight!

If he didn't know that getting closer would only irritate him even more, at this moment, Yuan Shao wished he could go over and hug him tightly.

Thankfully, just before Yuan Shao lost his patience, his fingertips groping on the table finally touched the fire sickle.With a soft sound, light reappeared in the tent, and almost immediately, Yuan Shao turned his attention to Ling Yucheng who was curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed.

As he wished, he heard a soft call:

"……His Majesty?"

By candlelight, Yuan Shao suddenly saw the trace of panic in Ling Yucheng's eyes that hadn't faded away in time.

And, the remaining confusion after waking up from the big dream.

The hair of the person curled up on the bed was loose, and the clothes were almost completely faded. From the shoulders to the chest and abdomen, there were deep and shallow traces of ambiguity.One hand is propped by the side pillow, the other is on the chest, holding the short knife that was also pressed under the pillow when he fell asleep in his hand-but it is not the handle that is firmly held by the five fingers, but the knife handle. It is a thin and sharp blade!

Blood dripped down from his fingers, but Ling Yucheng didn't seem to notice it, just staring at Yuan Shao fixedly.After a while, the eyelashes blinked slightly, and a breath was let out soundlessly.

This breath seemed to expel all the confusion and fear.

The next moment, Ling Yucheng straightened his back, bowed his head with impeccable etiquette even in court, and bowed his head to his lord:

"Your Majesty has lost your manner. Forgive me, Your Majesty."

Yuan Shao's shoulders finally relaxed.

Stepping forward with one stride, he didn't even have time to speak, he shot like the wind, and even touched three big acupoints on Ling Yucheng's shoulder and arm.Ling Kong grabbed the dagger that fell down, and threw it casually into a corner of the sleeping tent, and then he staggered and dragged the man out of the bed, dragged him to the edge of the table and pressed:

"Sit! Hands out!"

The medicine was applied quickly, and Ling Yucheng's right hand was wrapped in three layers of gauze, and his fingers could not be bent. Only then did Yuan Shao remember to pull out the cloak and wrap both of them tightly.That was not enough, when he called his attendants to come in and change the mattress, he still dragged Ling Yucheng to hide behind the screen.

After retreating from the crowd, Yuan Shao sat back to the bedside, took Ling Yucheng's uninjured hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Tell me. Just now, what happened?"

When he asked, Yuan Shao was a little annoyed.

If you don't want to say it earlier!I promised a long time ago that I would not force you. Could it be that I am the kind of person who turns back on my word and ignores everything in front of her beauty?He kicked and hit, bumped and bit, and barely touched a knife—could it be that if you say you regret it, will I insist on doing it to the end?

Annoyance to annoyance, seeing Ling Yucheng's frightened and empty eyes, and the appearance of being unconscious while holding the blade with his bare hands, he also knew that there was something wrong with this matter.However, just now worry and distress had the upper hand. At this moment, the sleeping tent has been tidied up, Ling Yucheng's injured hand has been bandaged with medicine, and the anger of being suppressed underneath slowly surfaced. A little stiff.

Listening to his question, Ling Yucheng finally raised his head which had been lowered all the time. When his gaze touched Yuan Shao, he instinctively lowered his head, but immediately straightened his back and persisted in looking at him:

"Your Majesty forgive me. I just--"

After uttering these few words, his face turned pale, and the hand that Yuan Shao had been holding was cold to his fingertips.Yuan Shao couldn't bear to see him like this, his palm tightened, and the other hand also covered the back of his hand, rubbing gently:

"Okay, what happened in the room is for the sake of pleading guilty. I don't blame you. You can't beat or kick from left to right. No matter how much trouble you make, it's not my disadvantage. But I made a fuss for no reason. You have to let me know what happened to you just now, right?"

Listening to Yuan Shao's warm words of comfort, even with a little teasing in his voice, Ling Yucheng's fingertips finally warmed up.He exhaled lightly, and relaxed his tense shoulders, and said in a low voice:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'm fine. Just now..." After hesitating again and again, just when Yuan Shao was about to lose his patience and wanted to pick him up and shake out an answer, Ling Yucheng finally answered:

"I just thought, just now, it was..."

"What is it?"

"...It's someone else."

Yuan Shao was so hesitant that he couldn't come up.Hearing this kind of words, one is happy and the other is angry: the happy thing is that Ling Yucheng obeyed in every possible way on his own bed, thinking it was someone else and struggled desperately; the angry thing is that in my bed, how did he Do it as someone else's!

The former is certainly not worth asking.And the moment the latter asked, Yuan Shao was extremely surprised to see Ling Yucheng's body tremble, and before he could speak, his pale face had turned crimson, and within a moment, his cheeks to the roots of his ears had been burned.

Looking at the speed at which the red spread, Yuan Shao could almost hear the soft "boom" when the flame burned his cheek.

"Chen, the minister is..."

Hesitating, spitting, spitting, and repeating several times in a row, but he couldn't speak a complete sentence. He just lowered his head lower and lower, and his jaw reached his chest in a short while.

Seeing Ling Yucheng's embarrassment that he had never seen before, Yuan Shao thought about it and suddenly realized.This time he couldn't help laughing, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, hugged him to his side, leaned into his ear and chuckled softly: "At that time... I almost passed out because of me, huh?"

Just saying this, the body that had just cooled down warmed up again, and with a strong hand, he fell back on the pillow with the person in his arms.With one hand, he loosened Ling Yucheng's hair band, and with the other hand, he went around his waist, hugged him tightly in his arms, and went down along his back.Before finding out the magic point, there was a soft hum in his ear, and Ling Yucheng's right arm hanging by his side suddenly raised.

Yuan Shao's movements stopped immediately.

Not to mention that Ling Yucheng's right hand was injured like this, it is inevitable to bump into it in such and such situations, even if his right hand is intact, there is still a wound between his thighs!If you really want to do it all at once, wouldn't that add to the injury?

Yuan Shao stopped in dismay.Forget it, the time is not right today, eating people up and wiping them out...

Let's find another auspicious day!

Annoyed in my heart, I still rubbed it hard twice before I hugged Ling Yucheng and lay down on his head, grabbed his right hand and came over to look carefully.Fortunately, the wrapped gauze was upright and tight, and no blood leaked from it. I thought it was just pressed, so I let out a breath.

"You just said, someone else? Who?"

The body in his arms froze immediately.Yuan Shao reached out and groped, and when he held Ling Yucheng's left hand again, he suddenly found that the hand had returned to ice-cold.

"They were locked up together....One was killed by me, and the other was seriously injured....After that, no one dared to come again."

The voice was empty, and he was clearly answering, but his eyes passed through Yuan Shao and fell somewhere far away.Yuan Shao's heart twitched, and he immediately squeezed Ling Yucheng's palm tightly, and squeezed it hard:

"Is there anyone in the imperial prison who dares to do this? - How bold!"

Thinking that it was his own framing that made Ling Yucheng fall into such a situation, Yuan Shao's chest surged with anger, wanting to slaughter the whole city of Yuyang, and wanting to punch himself hard!

"Imperial Prison?... Not Imperial Prison." Unexpectedly, Ling Yucheng's pale lips evoked a strange smile, like a cold ghost:

"It's just a prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. They want me to confess, but if torture fails, they get those people to force me... I should be locked up alone, but they put me in the old prison. There are 30 people in a cell... ...At night, someone touches it..."

It sounds like it should be Ling Yucheng's 14-year-old fame battle and his imprisonment after burning Wucheng.Yuan Shao closed his eyes, and some details suddenly became clear: just now when Ling Yucheng was struggling under him, he punched and kicked, hit his head and bit his teeth, he used everything he could, but his right leg was always soft and soft. Implantation does not move.At that time, I thought I was suppressed by myself...

That's right, that's right, when he was sent to prison more than ten years ago, he was hit by a stick, and the old injury on his right ankle didn't gradually heal until he was treated last year.

So, what was touched in the daze was actually the memory of being almost insulted and desperately resisting to keep yourself?The past that was once thought to have faded away, but was remembered in the bones by the body...

When he woke up, he was crushed and couldn't move, and someone was doing whatever he wanted on his body, so it's no wonder he resisted and struggled in a disorderly way, and it's no wonder...

When he shrank to the corner of the bed, he held the blade without feeling any pain.

This is Ling Yucheng's deepest nightmare!

Thinking of the young man in prison who woke up in the middle of the night, was heavily shackled, dragged a severely painful leg, killed one person and seriously injured the other, and then confronted the rest of the people for the night. It still hurts a lot.

"and after?"

"Later, Jinghui...His Royal Highness Prince Duan begged Prince Rui to come forward and protect me." The person who was lying in his arms sneered softly, "Even if you don't ask about the government, the government servants are still the face of a prince. I want to give it. The person Prince Rui wants, how can he be ruined by others..."

"Okay." The voice became more and more unsteady, and although the person in his arms tried his best to restrain himself, his body that was tightly pressed was still trembling slightly.More than ten years ago, the young man in prison escaped the most terrible situation by chance, but what lay before him was still darkness that could not be seen at a glance...

"Okay....It's okay." All Yuan Shao can do is try his best to hug the person trapped in the memory, and after more than ten years, he hugs the boy who is struggling in prison:

"it's already over……"

Cover Ling Yucheng's unfinished words with her lips and tongue, and whisper in his ear over and over again, using her own body temperature to soak the body whose forehead is as cold as the fingertips:

"With me here..."

The author has something to say: Your Majesty: Tell people to clean up, tell people to clean up, never let you show it to others!

Xiao Ling: ...Hey, my clothes are still on the bed!