Invite the wolf into the room

He is considering whether to play like this.

"Qingzhe, I'm hungry."

An Chen felt dangerous when he saw Ling Qingzhe's smile, and immediately changed the subject in a soft voice.

"Okay, let's eat first, and I will apply medicine to you later."

Ling Qingzhe knew that An Chen hadn't eaten all day, so he thought it's better to feed his little quail before thinking about how to play.

After a warm but eerie dinner, Ling Qingzhe, who had washed off all the heat, returned to the bedroom wearing only a bathrobe. Without a word, he threw himself on An Chen and bullied him for a while before turning over and sitting up to prepare for him. medicine.

"Qingzhe, can I go to the Imperial Academy with you during the day?"

An Chen obediently took off his pants and lay down next to Ling Qingzhe, bending his legs to make it easier for him to apply the medicine, but Ling Qingzhe helped him to kneel on his stomach, and put several pillows under his stomach, making An Chen his buttocks It was raised high, which was convenient for him to check, and then he sat behind him and dug some scented ointment with his fingers and applied it to the acupuncture point.

"Why would you want to go there? It's boring to be bored with a lot of paperwork all day long. There's a lot of gossip there. If you follow me, you will definitely be talked about by them."

The original swelling has disappeared, but the attractive rose red is still there. Ling Qingzhe gently turned his index finger covered with ointment into the tunnel, and felt that it was automatically contracted and held tightly, as if sucking. Same.

Ling Qingzhe yelled in his heart that he couldn't bear it, and the part that was about to move had to be suppressed by practicing kung fu and clearing his mind.If he hadn't been concerned about An Chen's body, Ling Qingzhe would have let An Chen apply the medicine himself to perform for him, but if he played like that, he would definitely not be able to resist doing the whole set, and then I'm afraid that An Chen would get hurt even more. .

So Ling Qingzhe decided to wait until tomorrow, with Uncle Yang's medicine, he should be fully recovered tomorrow...

"I can pretend to be your attendant, just like Ling Ming, so no one will pay attention to me."

Hearing Ling Qingzhe's tone, An Chen knew there was something going on. He propped his hands on the bed and turned back to look at him expectantly, but his eyes fell on Ling Qingzhe's fingers moving in and out of his body. When the effect of the medicine came up, it turned from cool to warm and itchy. This stimulation merged into a hot stream and rushed straight ahead. An Chen felt that the part of himself next to the pillow became hard.

"How can I let you pretend to be a servant, this is too wronged for you."

Ling Qingzhe just wanted to pull out his fingers after applying the medicine, but saw that the one hanging from between An Chen's legs was actually hard against the pillow. Seeing that An Chen felt so good, Ling Qingzhe simply dipped some more ointment into it, and put two fingers in it. Fumbled in that tight tunnel. .

"It's okay, I'll be by your side. I can help you and protect you. I promise not to cause you any trouble!"

The itchy and hot feeling behind him became more and more intense. After An Chen said this, he began to gasp in a low voice. He would respond to just applying the medicine. An Chen didn't want Ling Qingzhe to see his current appearance, so he simply lifted the quilt and buried his head in it .

"It's too late for me to be happy with your intentions. How could it be troublesome? Just don't feel bored."

Seeing this, Ling Qingzhe lowered his head and took a bite on the tender flesh of An Chen's thigh. Hearing the low cry from under the quilt, he laughed and stopped teasing An Chen. After cleaning his hands, he helped An Chen pull up his pants , Then while removing the pillow under An Chen's stomach, he took off the quilt on his head.

"Okay, do you want to grow from a quail to an ostrich? You can't fly just because of your size."

"you……"

An Chen's face was blushing, not knowing whether it was from boredom or anger. Seeing Ling Qingzhe smiling like that, he knew that he must have done it on purpose, but he couldn't take revenge, otherwise he would be the one who suffered in the end.

"Stop making trouble, let's talk about business, everything is done?"

Ling Qingzhe hugged An Chen and kissed him on the lips, then let him rest on his lap, and slowly stroked the hair on his forehead with his hands.

"Well, it's all over."

An Chen narrowed his eyes comfortably, held Ling Qingzhe's other hand on his chest, and began to tell the story in a flat tone.

Yes, it's just a story. In An Chen's view, those things that have passed are already insignificant past tense, and will no longer have any relationship with his future.

An Chen's life experience is the same as what Ling Qingzhe investigated. He was abused by King An's wife, Princess Mingyang since he was a child, but King An, who has always ignored his children, uncharacteristically confirmed his identity as the eldest son of An. He also joked that he would be given the family name 'Ke' when he was sixteen years old. This move of King An made Princess Mingyang furious, but because of the face of King An, he couldn't kill their mother and son openly. But secretly exhausted means.

Fortunately, An Chen's mother, Yu, is not an ordinary weak woman, but the owner of Qijie Building who was the best since she was a child, so she was able to protect An Chen from growing up. But in the eyes of outsiders, Qiong and them have no feelings at all. They just listened to the order of King An to teach An Chen martial arts. He personally ended Yu's life.

When Yu died a few days ago, that is, a few days before An Chen turned 16, it was also the day that An Chen ruined Qiong's face with poison and then fled An's house.

"At that time, my mother was very ill. She dragged my uncle and begged him to save me, and then... my uncle broke her heart."

An Chen closed his eyes and said calmly, he is not a weak person, and he doesn't want Ling Qingzhe to pity him or something because of this, the past is over.

"Uncle made an agreement with me that if I give him something to Concubine Yao today, he will let me live..."

"Why did you destroy his face?"

Ling Qingzhe heard that Chu Qiong didn't really care about them, otherwise he wouldn't have ended Yu's pain and let An Chen's life go, otherwise he was afraid that An Chen would die when he turned 16, and An Chen shouldn't be real. I hate him so much, and no matter what, I shouldn't have hurt and angered him like that when the other party let me die.

"Uncle, because of his appearance...has been violated by King An all the time."

An Chen never thought that An Zhenyuan was his father, and they hadn't even met each other a few times. If An Chen could not let go of that An family, it would be his hatred for Princess Mingyang. Before he has the ability to take revenge, he will also bury his hatred for this person.

"King An is a manly man?"

This news surprised Ling Qingzhe a little. As far as he knew, that An Zhenyuan had a lot of wives, concubines and beautiful maidservants, but he had never been tainted with masculinity, and he didn't even have a handsome servant and beautiful boy around him. Could it be that Qiong was an exception?

Qiong's bewitching face appeared in his mind, and Ling Qingzhe thought that maybe it was really possible.

"I don't know, I just see that uncle often has injuries on his body."

When An Chen was a child, he had seen Qiong hiding alone and trembling in fear, but he ran over to hug him like a fool, but was beaten all over his body by Qiong, and his mother cried for a long time while holding him.

"Do you want to save him?"

Ling Qingzhe frowned slightly with An Chen's calm tone. This kind of An Chen seemed too indifferent and absolute, which made Ling Qingzhe uncomfortable.

"No, I don't want anything to do with him anymore."

For Qiong, An Chen could neither hate nor love, or should be said, except for Ling Qingzhe, An Chen didn't care about other people and things. Living in such an environment since childhood, his cold heart was cold. It's impossible to change the situation.

"They have nothing to do with me."

"An Chen..."

An Chen's appearance made Ling Qingzhe feel a little uneasy, but feeling that An Chen's hand was tightening, and he leaned closer to his arms, Ling Qingzhe felt relieved.

This meant that An Chen belonged to him alone, which couldn't be better.

"What important thing did Qiong say you took away last time?"

Ling Qingzhe has always been very concerned about what Qiong said, which made the An family so unscrupulous in trying to snatch it back from An Chen, but did not dare to hurt his life.

"No, I didn't take anything, that's what Qiong said to lie to them."

An Chen opened his eyes at this moment, so that Ling Qingzhe could see the sincerity in his eyes. He really didn't take anything from An's family, even the flying knife as a keepsake was given to him at the last moment by Qiong. .

"That's what Qiong designed by taking advantage of their weaknesses."

It must be the trick used by Qiong to allow An Chen to escape to the capital alive, otherwise, with the strength of Qijie Building, it is impossible for An Chen to escape their pursuit alone.

So what he said to himself in the forest that time was not a threat, but a test to see if he could give An Chen to himself?

Thinking of this, Ling Qingzhe felt a little sorry for that monstrous man. If it hadn't fallen into the hands of King An, that man wouldn't know what an outstanding person he would be.

"An Chen..."

Pulling out the hand tightly held by An Chen and gently lifting his chin, Ling Qingzhe, under the gaze of An Chen's slightly suspicious almond eyes, smiled lightly and lowered his head to kiss his forehead.

"you have me."

And An Chen's response was to take the initiative to find his lips...

However, is it really that easy for An Chen to abandon everything in the past and start his own life from scratch?

The author has something to say: Why do I have so many exams, I hate graduation~~ tears run

punishment

In the northwestern part of Jialin Kingdom, in a secret room in Anjun Prince's Mansion, Qiong's hands were bound and hung above his head, and his legs were tied to the armrests of the chair in an open position, making Qiong's smooth, white and tender buttocks , unobstructed exposure to the sitting at the opposite table