An Feng Bamboo Horse

"Hou Ye—Hou Ye—" The woman's distressed voice sounded from outside the book garden, her footsteps were messy, and she was panting.

"Ma'am, Master Hou is meditating quietly, and you cannot enter here."

"Get out of the way!" With the sound of pushing and shoving, the woman tried to force her way in, but the guards guarding the gate of this forbidden area were not ordinary guards.

Hou Ye's personal soldiers firmly guarded the round arch of the book garden, politely but persistently: "Mrs. Hou Ye wants to find Hou Ye, and the younger ones can tell the lady, please wait for Hou Ye to come out of the book garden."

"When he comes out, what will Feng'er do!!" There was a hint of crying in the voice, Mrs. Hou Ye didn't care about her status and dignity, she just screamed sharply into the library, "Hou Ye, no matter how bad Feng'er is, After all, he is the eldest son of Lord Hou's mansion, the firstborn son of Lord Hou... beat him twenty times with a heavy stick and forced him to kneel in the ancestral hall, Lord Hou, Feng'er is not a steel frame, he can't stand it, Lord Hou... ...I beg you, please spare Feng'er, everything is my idea—"

She screamed and screamed outside the garden, crying and making noise, and her voice spread far away with the sound of the wind.If it weren't for the remoteness of the book garden, far away from the main courtyard, Mrs. Hou's disgraceful side would be publicized in front of many servants.

No matter how much she makes noise, how much she cries, how much she desperately tries to break through, there is silence in the library, as if there is no one there.

The soldiers are still like a sycamore tree, firmly blocking the entrance of the book garden.After she lost her strength from crying, she said patiently, "Madam, please go back."

"I won't go back!! I must see him today!!" Mrs. Hou Ye showed a desperate expression on her round face.The soldiers did not dare to make a move, and could not resist. When they were helpless, they suddenly heard a man's voice as cold as ice from the book garden:

"Disrespecting elders, intimacy with relatives and friends, making trouble out of nothing, gossiping, lawlessness, buying murder and killing relatives, are these all taught by you?"

The chill in his words can be clearly discerned even if it is more than ten feet away, every word and every word, there is a faint bloodthirsty restlessness when listening carefully.

Mrs. Hou Ye's heart trembled, and the aura of crying, making trouble and hanging herself just now has more than half languished.

"I..." Wanting to argue for myself, Xia Zun said coldly at the other end: "The Hou's mansion is the general's gate, the family law is the law of marching, and there are strict orders. The forbidden land of the book garden is not allowed to trespass without order. No matter who Kill with an arrow. If you want to come in, this Marquis will not stop you."

Mrs. Hou Ye took two steps back, opened her mouth, and her momentum was completely extinguished.

For 15 years, Xia Zun, the Marquis of Dingguo, ordered that the only place in the mansion that should not be violated is this book garden with two red plum trees.The rules are extremely strict, when Lord Hou is inside alone, outsiders are not allowed to intrude lightly; if you enter or leave this forbidden area without the permission of Lord Hou, you will be demoted at least or even killed.

If she breaks through today, with Ding Guohou's vigorous and firm style of saying one thing, even if she survives, the position of Mrs. Hou may not be able to be preserved.If Madam Marquis's position cannot be kept, how will her eldest son succeed him in the future?Today is just the pain of flesh and blood, although it is tormented, but the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring, no matter what Master Hou is, he will not let Xia Feng die.

After thinking about this level clearly, Madam Hou suppressed her anger and hurriedly turned around to go to the ancestral hall.

The noise outside the library finally subsided.

Xia Zun, Marquis of Dingguo, was not sitting in the study room of the Shuyuan at this time, but in the last courtyard of the Shuyuan, in a secret room made of thousand-year-old black iron.

The secret room is very large, with extremely high beams and no windows, so it is very dark.There was a smoker burning in the secret room, and there was a brazier that was set up temporarily. The raging fire illuminated the figure of a man standing next to the brazier with his hands behind his back.

In the corner directly opposite to the brazier, there is an extremely exquisite carved bed against the wall, with a high quilt and cloud pillows, and the hanging curtains are like pure white clouds, making the shadows hidden in it difficult to see clearly.

"I will send him to the capital safely, as you wish."

After the noise brought by Mrs. Hou subsided for a long time, the secret room remained silent. After Xia Zun finished speaking, there was still only silence, only the crackling of the charcoal fire could be heard.

A wry smile appeared on the man's heroic face.He knew that he would face such a cold reaction like a city wall, but he still wasn't willing to give up.

"Feng'er escorted him there. You've seen Feng'er before. Back then, he was just a baby in swaddling clothes, pink and tender. When you held him in your arms, he would keep smiling at you."

"Feng'er likes him very much. The first time I saw them, it was like seeing you and me back then. I knew they would become each other's reliance, helping each other to go on."

"When he stands out in the examination, I will ask someone to operate in the court and find him an official position. After that, I will arrange a marriage for him and find an innocent woman from a family of officials. He doesn't need to go out of his way to flatter him, I will Arrange everything properly for him, and he can live a stable and happy life in this life."

The charcoal fire crackled, a few sparks burst out, as if disapproving, it cut off Ding Guohou's words.

The man stopped talking to himself without any response, and the pain on his resolute face became more and more obvious.He could hardly restrain himself, the urge to move towards the carved bed.

If it wasn't for the rustling of the chains from the bed, it would have stopped his footsteps.

Kara, Kara.The dull and stagnant sound of shackles resounded repeatedly in this spacious secret room.The sound spread to the wall, bounced back, and spread out again, until Ding Guohou's heart fell on him like heavy blows one after another.He was almost out of breath.

"I know you won't forgive me." He said painfully, every word seemed to have been roasted in a brazier for a long time, and he spat out burning pain from his throat, "But you still have a son. Even for him, You have to live too."

The shackles sounded for a while, then stopped.

Xia Zun finally regained his courage and took a step towards the bed.Said softly: "Bu Zhangbai, remember. When you 'died', he cried a lot. He was just a child under 5 years old, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe by the side of 'your' bed, crying all the time Passed out. He's a boy now, just like you."

He took another step, and now he could vaguely see the figure behind the hanging curtain: "He was born prematurely, born weak, not suitable for martial arts. It's a pity—"

He held his breath, and fixed his eyes on the thin figure with long hair hanging down his shoulders, breathing gently up and down, and buried his head between his knees.The man was leaning against the bed wall, only wearing a coat, his well-proportioned and powerful limbs curled up, curled up into a ball as if avoiding the flames.

Xia Zun held out his hand.

"Jingchen—"

The person who had been silent on the bed suddenly got into trouble.Like a sleepy tiger, he suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of hot eyes of hatred in his long messy hair, the same elegant eyes as Bu Zhangbai's were full of murderous intent.He grabbed Xia Zun's hand that was stretched out towards him, tightly clamped his wrist, and used all the strength he had accumulated all the time in this pull, like a ferocious beast.

Xia Zun didn't guard against his counterattack, lost his focus, and was pulled onto the bed by him. His eyes blurred, he was already pressed down by the man, with heavy shackles across his throat, and the bitter taste of blunt metal objects on his mouth.

"It's really a pity." He heard the long-lost voice of the man oppressing him. The shackles on the man's wrists were approaching his throat at this moment, and he could be strangled to death with just a little force.However, Xia Zun did not feel the panic and fear of imminent death. He greedily stared at the elegant and calm eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time, trying to find his familiar emotions in them.

But no.I can't find it at all, the joy and emotion of boyhood.

That person's voice was no longer as clear and free as he remembered, but full of sarcasm, malice, sarcasm and hatred, as if it had been honed too much sand and stone, and had lost its original color.He said: "If you can't practice martial arts, you can't kill you with your own hands. Why don't you say it's a pity?"

He exerted force on his wrist, and the weight in Xia Zun's throat intensified, and his breathing was cut off almost instantly.

Ding Guohou laughed instead, under the heavy weight of the shackles, he laughed intermittently, coughing and panting a few times in his chest, feeling stuffy and painful.But this pain, how can it hurt more than seeing the ashen expression of the person in front of him.

He tried to raise his hand to touch the face that was close at hand, but the other party noticed his movement, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and then used a little more force.Xia Zun's breathing became more difficult, there was not much air left in his chest, he smiled tiredly at him.The fingers still stubbornly lifted up, and the fingertips touched the other's cheek, and a little warmth spread out.

Ding Guohou's eyes showed gratitude almost immediately.

He couldn't speak, couldn't move, but he stubbornly refused to give up on this rare warmth that he finally touched.

The moment his cheek was touched, the body of the person who was so determined to kill him trembled unnoticed.

He stared condescendingly at Ding Guohou who was suppressed by him, and when the fire was extinguished, he saw undisguised pain and relief in the man's deep eyes.It was the expression of being able to finally get what one wanted after struggling for a long time, and the slack of not having to bear the burden of heavy sins anymore.

He tilted his head to avoid Ding Guohou's fingers, put all his weight on Xia Zun's body, gritted his teeth and exerted force on his wrist.

Just when Ding Guohou felt his throat getting tighter and his limbs getting colder and colder, and the moment he was about to sink into darkness, the pressure from the prisoner's shackles suddenly disappeared.

Wearing only a coat, the pale and indifferent prisoner rode//sat//on him, coughing heavily.Like a bellows that has been stretched for too long, it let out breathless and difficult gasps, and the corners of the tight mouth even coughed up bright red blood, dripping down on Dingguohou's lapel.

The man coughed convulsively, and his pale face, which had never seen the light of day because of being imprisoned, suddenly became deathly pale.

He gathered all his strength to make this counterattack, but in the end he was defeated by that crippled body.The prisoner's eyes showed a look of ashes, he coughed and panted, and stretched out his hand in vain.

Trembling fingers pinched Ding Guohou's neck, but he couldn't exert any strength. All his energy had been exhausted in the few simple movements just now.The moment is fleeting.

Xia Zun pushed his hand that lost strength away from his neck, and got up, feeling neither sad nor happy.

"Your body is weak." He said flatly, with a calm voice, as if he was not facing an assassin who almost killed himself a moment ago, "Drink the medicine I gave you."

"……roll."

"If you can't kill me, you have to live well. Don't you want to see me ruined and my family ruined, and pay back the thousands of blood debts owed by the Xia Mansion?" Xia Zun raised his hand and took a vial of jadeite from the bedside table. , with a calm face, handed it to the other party's lips, and was knocked down by the disgusting slap of the man.

He got out of bed to pick up the bottle, stood by the bedside, and said, "Drink the medicine. Don't force me to say it a third time."

The man with disheveled long hair, but still unchanged his handsome appearance, his chest heaved violently, his coat was stained with blood all over his cough, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Ding Guohou suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his pale and slender neck with one hand and pulled him towards him, pushed aside the cork of the emerald bottle with the other hand, raised his neck and poured all the potion into his mouth.Throwing away the bottle again, the big palm was like a vise, firmly pinching his chin, forcing him to open his lips slightly—pressing his own lips hard, and using his knees to firmly press the opponent's limbs that were struggling to resist.

The cold potion passed through the mouth, brought the body temperature, and passed from Xia Zun's lips to Bu Jingchen's mouth.

The latter resisted desperately, pushing the medicinal liquid out with the tip of his tongue to block it, but Ding Guohou caught the gap, penetrated his tongue, chased him fiercely, sucked, and became entangled in the mouth with a faint smell of blood. .

"Well,..." The forceful and irresistible lingering kiss forced a sick red tide to gradually appear on the pale face, and the eyes that opened wider and wider were full of anger, which was an inexhaustible hatred.However, the flame of hatred, because the master was restrained from breathing, was dyed with a thin layer of water mist, which looked particularly touching.

Xia Zun kissed that longing and distant person at close range, poured all the liquid medicine into his mouth, and forced him to swallow it.He clearly knew that the other party had no choice but to take the medicine down his throat, but he still kissed and entangled insatiably, as if he wanted to eat the shackled person alive-this almost crazy behavior finally came to him. After the tip of the tongue was bitten hard, it was over.

Sharp pain spread, Xia Zun withdrew the tip of his tongue from the opponent's mouth, bleeding from his lips.

Bu Jingchen's eyes burst into flames, facing the man's calm expression, he wished he could pounce on him and die with him.

In the light of the fire, the eyes of the two people looking at each other became brighter, and the strange flames burned in each other's eyes, as if they were burning in the hearts of two people at the same time.

Xia Zun looked at him for a long time, until he confirmed that his cough and panting had gradually calmed down, and his complexion gradually became more human, then he got up and left without looking back.

The door of the secret room was closed heavily, and Bu Jingchen's eyes hidden in the shadows in his memory were still eerily bright. ?