you are my color

"Master, let's eat something." Mo Yan walked over with a bowl in his hand.

Half ignore him.

"master?"

Not only did the boy not respond, he even snored a little.

Mo Yan held back the amusedness, put down the porridge bowl in his hand, and started to kiss the young man's tender lips, even planning to stick his tongue into the other's mouth.

Banbi was taken aback, opened his eyes and looked at him angrily, stretched out his hand and pushed violently.

The man stood up with that force, and although his expression remained unchanged, the smile in his words could easily be heard: "Sure enough, this is the best way to wake up the master. Let's do it this way in the future."

"You!" The boy wanted to reprimand him, but he didn't know what to say. He bit his lip, "Take the food out, I won't eat it!"

Totally a child playing with his temper.

As if he didn't hear it, Mo Yan took the bowl sideways, stirred it with a small spoon, tried it with his tongue, and scooped it up to the young man's lips after making sure it wasn't hot.

"Hey, let's have a sip of porridge."

"Don't drink!" Banbi frowned, "I hate porridge the most."

This is true.

No matter what kind of porridge it is, in short, the quasi-national teacher would never eat it before.

He prefers rice with distinct grains to boiled sticky soup.

"Be obedient, you experienced that kind of thing for the first time the night before yesterday, and you have to drink porridge for the next few days, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable." The man said patiently, as if he didn't notice that his words made the other person's face black.

The original determination to refuse to drink became even firmer.

"obedient……"

"Call master!" the young man said angrily, his face and eyes flushed. In the past, anger could have bluffed Mo Yan, but now, in the eyes of the man, this man looks like a kitten bluffing.

"Master, have some porridge." Mingming said along half of the wall, but the man's tone sounded like he was coaxing a child.

The boy was even more aggrieved.

Just when he was thinking about how to express his anger and dissatisfaction more clearly, the man put the porridge into his mouth, and then covered the young man's lips.

"..."

Until the mouthful of porridge was put into his mouth and swallowed down his throat, he was still in a state of shock and bewilderment.

Although what happened to the two of them the night before yesterday, he thought that at least the man would feel guilty and guilty, but he didn't expect this man to openly take advantage of him in broad daylight.

When he was dumbfounded, Mo Yan took the opportunity to feed in a few more mouthfuls.

Banbi hurriedly hid in the bed.

The aura that had been accumulated at first suddenly weakened with this movement of his.

"Master, do you want your subordinates to feed you? Or eat it yourself?" the man asked patiently.

The young man hurriedly snatched the bowl from him, and drank it up in two or three strokes. His movements were swift, completely lacking in his usual calmness and elegance.

Sure enough, no matter what, he was just a dissatisfied young man, and his usual aura was all about putting on airs, but he had already deceived a lot.

"Little liar." Mo Yan took the empty bowl and kissed Banbi's forehead.

The boy resentfully wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and soon a large spot was blushed.

Throughout the day, Banbi showed anger and hostility towards Moyan.

But the man acted as if he hadn't noticed, doing what the waiter did on his own, even if he scolded and blamed him, he didn't care about it.

until night.

Just when the boy was lying on the cold jade bed, Mo Yan came again.

Banbi was on guard when he came in, saw him walking towards the bed, and immediately said: "Get out! I don't want to see you!"

But Mo Yan didn't seem to hear his words, and walked to the bed step by step.

The night pearl was emitting a faint light, and the man's eyes seemed to be more shining than the pearl at this time.

like a wolf.

Just when the boy realized something was wrong and wanted to hide in the bed, the man lifted the quilt and caught him.

Action is strong and firm.

Everything is still the same as last time.

The young man scolded angrily at first, then panicked, and at the end, he moaned and begged for mercy, begging the man to let him go.

The intermittent sound rang throughout the second half of the night.

When Wen Qing woke up again, another whole day had passed.

"I figured it out. Mo Yan clearly intends to eat before my internal strength recovers." He said in his mind.

"There is an old saying in the early Earth period, what is it called fighting at the head of the bed? Maybe he is trying to curry favor with you?" The system guessed.

possible.Of course, it is more likely that this guy is taking the opportunity to encircle the territory and mark the person he likes as his own mark early on.

When the teenager is powerless to resist.

He looks honest and honest, but in reality he is ruthless and accurate, and his heart is not so dark.

Sure enough, just as Wen Qing guessed, for the next few days, Mo Yan stayed with him during the day, not to mention how obedient he was, but at night, the man tossed him desperately on the bed.

It looks as if it wants to make up for the blank amount of the previous ten years.

Every time the man finished tossing, Wen Qing would sleep for at least a whole day before waking up under the urging of hunger.

This situation continued until the teenager's inner strength finally came back.

Ban Bi deliberately waved his hand in front of Mo Yan, and a rockery in the back garden immediately fell apart.

The boy raised his chin and glanced at the man with the end of his eyes, the meaning was very clear.

How dare you disrespect me in the future?

At night, the man entered his bedroom with only his underwear on.

As soon as the bed curtain was lifted, the boy on the bed snorted coldly: "Get out!"

The man didn't say a word, and knelt on the bed with one leg, looking at that posture, he still wanted to do what he did a few nights ago.

Banbi was furious, and with a flick of his robe sleeve, he drew it directly to the man's chest.

Mo Yan was knocked out by a strong force, flew across the pillars in the hall, and fell down.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The boy didn't even look at him: "Get lost!"

Mo Yan struggled to stand up, but he didn't go to the bed like usual, and knelt down: "This subordinate is guilty, please punish the master!"

Half of the wall was full of gloom across his chest, he couldn't get up and down, it was extremely uncomfortable.

If it was placed on someone else, and he treated him like that a few nights ago, when he recovered his internal strength, he would directly chop the other party into meat paste.

But this person happened to be the leader of the secret guards who had always been loyal to him, especially when he protected him with his life in the previous night raid.

This made the boy unable to do anything, so he had to use the rockery in the garden to beat him, hoping that he would retreat in the face of difficulties, and strictly abide by his duty in the future, and never overstep.

In this way, he will no longer pursue the man's previous crimes.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yan didn't seem to notice his painstaking efforts at all, knowing that his inner strength had recovered, he still came over.

"Do you think I really won't kill you?" Banbi narrowed his eyes and said every word.

Although there are night pearls in the sleeping hall, after all, the light is not as good as during the day, especially the inside of the bed curtain, which is even more inexplicably dark.

The boy's whole body was blocked by the shadow of the bed curtain, and there was a lot of malice in his tone.

"This subordinate violated the rules, please punish the master." The man did not defend himself a word.

"I really feel sorry for me, so just kill yourself." Banbi said coldly.

"Master, as a secret guard, the subordinate can do everything for the master, but does not include self-judgment. The life of the secret guard cannot be wasted easily, and must be exchanged for greater benefits for the master."

The boy gritted his teeth: "If you don't want to die, get out!"

He looked at the man really upset, and when his inner strength didn't come back, he always thought in his heart that he would make the other party die badly, and that he would kill Mo Yan with his own hands.

But after the internal force returned, he had no intention of doing anything.

Even he himself couldn't explain what was going on.

But he confirmed that when he saw a man, he was very awkward.

"Get out, I don't want to see you again!" Banbi said.

Mo Yan stood up, just when the young man thought he was finally going to go out, the man came up and hugged him.

"..." The current half of the wall is not the one a few days ago, how could he let him be frivolous, and immediately hit his elbow back.

The man snorted, but he didn't let go, his arms were getting harder.

The young man was in a hurry, so he grabbed Mo Yan's clothes with another hand, and with a sudden pull, he was about to throw him out of the hall.

Who knew that the underwear was light and thin, and when he pulled it so vigorously, he heard a "chi la", and the clothes were pulled out by him, revealing a large piece of skin inside.

It was full of hideous wounds.

Those injuries were all caused by teenagers, some were old injuries, and some were left from night raids.

Even though Leng Yubed and his medicine had miraculous effects, even the scars could not be removed within a few days.

Looking at it now, it is still very scary, one can imagine how deep those injuries are.

Banbi couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and the strength of his subordinates was vented.

The two were relatively speechless.

It was Mo Yan who broke the silence in the bedroom.

"Master, this subordinate has always admired you. If you don't like it, please punish this subordinate. This subordinate has no complaints."

The young man was in a daze, his eyes fell directly on the scar, as if he didn't hear his words.

"Master, if you don't do something, this subordinate will offend you again." Mo Yan said.

He didn't just talk, as soon as he finished his words, his whole body was pushed up, and he took the young man's lips into his mouth.

Half of the body was tense, feeling that there was still reluctance in the body.But he never made any actual resistance and remained silent.

Only in the end when the man made him so hard that his body couldn't bear it, he couldn't help but let out a few moans with crying.

When Mo Yan entered the dormitory, he was actually ready to be chased away or even killed by the young man.

After all, for such an arrogant person to be treated in such a dangerous way, no one can stand it.

Therefore, the boy's initial reaction was completely within his expectations.

But he didn't back down.He is not a person who looks forward and backward. Since he did it at the beginning, he will never think about going back.

This time, he actually went to ask the young man for an explanation, either the young man beat him to death with a single blow, or he would never let the young man go.

When Banbi grabbed him and was about to throw him outside the dormitory, he knew that the next step would be for the young man to call the hidden guards over and kill him, the leader of the hidden guards, as a sinner.

He even bid farewell to the boy in his heart.

He didn't expect the young man to shatter his clothes, and he didn't expect the man to be stunned when he saw his upper body.

Even if he was violated again, the boy didn't say anything.

He knew that the boy's heart softened.

Maybe it was because he had resisted too many dangers for the boy, or maybe it was because he remembered the friendship between the two of them before, but no matter what the reason was, the boy didn't resist him anymore.

Even if he was pushed under him in the end and treated like the previous nights.

The moment he entered, he knew that the relationship between the two of them would never change in the future.

This is the connivance and acquiescence of the teenager.

For the next few days, the two stayed together and never separated for a moment.

Whether the young man is reading a book, playing the piano, practicing sword, or other things, Mo Yan is always on the sidelines, watching him with a smile in his eyes.

In the beginning, he was still a little awkward, he refused to look at the man, especially when there were other servants around, he always tried to keep the distance between them.

But Mo Yan didn't take these things to heart, and cooperated with him silently, only when he was sleeping at night, he exerted more force, which made him have to beg for mercy with red eyes.

Slowly, the relationship between the two gradually became harmonious.From being at a loss at the beginning, the young man got used to his presence in the end, and sometimes even smiled back at him when the other party stared blankly at him.

This situation continued until the next edict came.

According to Mo Yan's point of view, he suggested that Banbi still ignore Yan Qiancheng this time, and just stay in the National Teacher's Mansion.

Anyway, even if Yan Qiancheng is the king of a country, he must not blatantly break his face with the quasi-national teacher, otherwise he will definitely be accused by everyone.

Since the night attack on the National Teacher's Mansion, Mo Yan has checked again, and added a lot of hidden guard posts. Now it is much denser than before, and even flies cannot fly past.

However, Banbi rejected his proposal.

Previously, using the excuse that his body was not healed, he had pushed several imperial decrees in a row and failed to obey them.But this excuse cannot be used for a lifetime, and sooner or later you still have to enter.

In this case, he has recovered his internal strength, so it's okay to go and have a look.

Mo Yan didn't speak.

"Don't worry," the young man leaned on the man's shoulder, with a clear voice, no longer as ethereal and unpopular as before, "Now that my inner strength has returned, even if he suddenly gets into trouble, I won't be afraid."

"I'm afraid he will use dirty tricks like last time." Mo Yan was worried.

The last time the boy went to the palace, he was forced to drink, otherwise how could he be in danger?

"I don't want to drink it," Banbi whispered, "I still had hope for him before, so when the wine was served, I didn't refuse. There is nothing in this world that I don't want to but have to do, no one can force me .”

When the boy said this, he seemed to have forgotten that he was "forced" all the time in the previous few nights.

Mo Yan was still worried: "I'll go with you."

Just as Banbi was about to decline, he suddenly paused and changed his words: "Since you are worried, then go. But the situation in the palace is complicated, just stay at the gate of the palace and wait for me to come out as before."

"Ok."

Same as last time, I got off the car at the gate of the palace, and some palace people led the young national teacher to the palace.

Mo Yan kept staring at Banbi's back, his hands clenched into fists.He really wanted to rush in immediately, bring the boy out, and go wherever he wanted from now on.

But no, as a quasi-national teacher, it is impossible for the young man to agree to his actions.

He could only stay here and wait patiently for the boy to come out of the palace.

Wen Qing walked step by step. It would take a long way from here to the place where Yan Qiancheng met him. If it was normal, there would be a soft sedan chair to carry people.

But Yan Qiancheng wanted to train him, so it was impossible to prepare these for him.

Wen Qing didn't care, he just took the opportunity to communicate more with the system.

"Host, the favorability of the ink inkstone has reached one hundred."

Wen Qing had already thought of it, so it was not surprising.

Mo Yan originally had a strong affection for Mr. Zhun, the national teacher, but half of the wall has always been aloof, and his cold attitude invisibly keeps people away from thousands of miles away. No matter how many thoughts he has, he can only suppress it secretly.

Until the boy showed his ordinary side in front of him, and even confided his heartache to him.

Under various stimuli, Mo Yan made a decisive move.

This man looks well-behaved, but in fact, his inner desire and dominance are stronger than anyone else's. You can feel it just by looking at his attitude towards himself these few nights.

It's just that it's usually covered up well, so it's hard to be noticed.

"Then next, shall we just wait for the opportunity to transfer the fragments to Yan Qiancheng's body?"

"Theoretically, yes."

"theory?"

"Yes. The transfer process is very simple, but if the host wants to go smoothly, at least Yan Qiancheng must have a certain affection for you, right?"

"Wait, little demon!" Wen Qing asked incredulously, "I remember you said before that Yan Qiancheng hated the original owner very much, and would grind him out from time to time, it's really hard to attack, that's why I first used the ink inkstone as a Seesaw, right? Why is it now that you have to attack the fragments again?"

So what's the point of his previous efforts?

"That's not the case," the system said, "It doesn't require a fragment of one hundred favorability points, but his favorability is now negative, and he wants to torment you as soon as he sees you, so it's even more difficult to do it? At least let him have a favorability degree of Positive, even if it is zero, treating you as a stranger is better than defending you everywhere, right?"

Wen Qing thought about it, and felt that his words made sense.

However, even zero favorability is not easy to brush.

You know, Yan Qiancheng hates the original owner because the original owner is a fake quasi-national teacher.Although he took a shortcut and gained the strength of a real national teacher through the strategy of Moyan, but the fake ones are fake ones.

Yan Qiancheng would not regard him as a real national teacher, even if he ran to this man and showed all the methods of the national teacher.

In this case, we have to find another way.

Just thinking about it, the palace man in front stopped.

The destination has arrived.

Wen Qing walked over step by step, with wide sleeves swaying lightly, shoulders straight, and eyes cold.

As soon as he entered, the palace guards immediately closed the door tightly outside.

Yan Qiancheng was reading the scriptures inside, but he didn't lift his head when he heard the report.

Wen Qing didn't have the habit of torturing himself, so he walked to the seat on the left and sat down.

Yan Qiancheng raised his eyebrows like this, and looked straight at the past with sharp eyes: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss you very much. I don't know what happened to Banbi's body?"

Wen Qing smiled lightly: "Okay."

"Oh? Is that so? That's good. In the future, you should be more careful with your hands, otherwise you may be injured again at some point, and when the time comes, no one will be able to see you if I want to see you."

Hearing what he said, the young man frowned slightly, and looked at him calmly: "According to what His Majesty said, it seems that the attack on the National Teacher's Mansion a few days ago should actually be your handwriting?"

In normal times, Yan Qiancheng would definitely not admit it clearly.

But he is now in his own territory, and he has never paid attention to the boy, so he confessed about the attack.

"It's just a small joke. Even if you don't have the means of those national teachers, there are so many guards in the national teacher's mansion, so you won't be too frightened when you think about it."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat.

It was within his expectation that Yan Qiancheng admitted this.After all, after all the calculations, apart from this leisurely and rich monarch, no one should hate him so much and want to put him to death.

"Your Majesty was joking. Those assassins were amazing. Some of them directly touched my bedroom. If Mo Yan hadn't tried to stop me at that time, I'm afraid our meeting would not have happened today." Wen Qing said intentionally.

Yan Qiancheng was taken aback.

The assassin was sent by him, that's right, what he ordered at the time was to let those people go to the National Teacher's Mansion to frighten them, and try not to make too much noise, let alone cause casualties.

Those assassins were actually not real assassins, but death row prisoners who had committed capital crimes in the army but had not had time to execute them due to various reasons. All of them were quite skilled.

Yan Qiancheng knew that although Banbi was a fake national teacher, his martial arts were still very good, at least he could use it to bluff people, otherwise he wouldn't let him appear as a quasi-national teacher on various occasions.

Who knew what the young man meant, that an assassin actually touched the depths of the National Teacher's Mansion?

Who gave them topographic maps?How do they know the detailed layout of the National Teacher's Mansion?They are not me!

Thinking of this, Yan Qiancheng frowned.

Although it is not easy to know the terrain in the National Teacher's Mansion, it is not difficult.What is even more difficult is how to avoid the hidden guard posts, which even people in the government may not be able to figure out.

In this way, he was the most suspicious of sending assassins over there, which was equivalent to taking the blame for others.

But Yan Qiancheng's personality is there, he has never been threatened by others, and obviously those assassins have something else to do, but he just snorted coldly and didn't say anything else.

Wen Qing glanced at the fragment again with the corner of his eye, feeling suspicious in his heart.

Judging from Yan Qiancheng's reaction, why does it seem like he didn't know about it?

Could it be that even the majestic king of a country has been calculated by others?

The boy quickly rejected the idea in his heart.

Those who can count Yan Qiancheng, even he, the quasi-national teacher, can't do it, let alone others.

So what is going on?Is it really because the assassin is too loyal?

Just as he was talking, he heard the return from the palace servants outside.

Zheng Guijun from Fuxi Palace came over.

Zheng Guijun's father was the current Zhenbei General, holding a military talisman in his hand, and was very powerful.

Originally, Zheng Guijun did not need to enter the palace, but it is said that this person had met His Majesty by accident, and fell in love with him, insisting on entering the palace to serve Yan Qiancheng.

General Zheng had no choice but to agree to his son's request.

It just so happened that in the palace that year the choice of concubine was based only on appearance and character, regardless of gender, so General Zheng simply sent his son to the palace.

Zheng Guijun is good-looking, and he has been familiar with poetry and books since he was a child. It is said that he is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. As soon as he entered the palace, he won the favor of His Majesty, and he was promoted to Noble Lord in just a few years.

His Majesty did not set up a queen, and now Zheng Guijun is the highest in the harem, and the entire harem is headed by him.

Hearing him coming, Yan Qiancheng's eyes lit up.

The door was pushed open, and Zheng Guijun, dressed in green, walked in, holding a red lacquered food box inlaid with gold threads in his hand.

Wen Qing's attention was on his clothes, and she wanted to remind him: "Dear, did you hit the shirt I wore last time when I entered the palace?"