[Three Kingdoms] Xinghan

The world of two is not going well.

Ling Han originally thought that he only needed to deal with his foot injury.

It's just that the medicine is applied in the morning and evening, and it's not so convenient to walk, it's really nothing.

Unexpectedly, the injuries on his body were not serious.

Maybe it can't be considered a wound, but a bruise - when riding a horse in the enemy's formation, the enemy's weapon hits the hard armor and it is difficult to penetrate, leaving such marks on the body.

Mainly focus on the back and right arm.

Before going to bed yesterday, Ling Han already felt unwell.

Because it wasn't serious, he didn't take it seriously, he just thought it would be good to sleep.As a result, as the night passed, the symptoms not only did not alleviate, but became more serious.

In this case, it is unavoidable to ask Lang Zhong to take a look.

When Zhao Yun brought the doctor in, Ling Han had already taken off his shirt and lay down on the bed.

Seeing this, the doctor hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to investigate.

The doctor approached, looked at it carefully, and said: "When Caomin prescribes some ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, His Highness applies it every day, and it will take about three to five days to recover."

He cupped his hands and said, "Caomin is going to dispense medicine for His Highness."

Ling Han hummed and allowed him to leave.

The house is quiet.

Ling Han tilted his head and looked back, only to see Zhao Yun standing beside him, his body standing straight, and his gaze also looking straight ahead without any deviation.

Follow his line of sight... There is only one sandalwood table.

Ling Han then shouted: "Senior brother."

Zhao Yun responded and asked what was the matter, but his eyes still did not look in his direction, as if there were some deadly poisonous insects and beasts around him that he needed to avoid.

What caused Zhao Yun to behave like this was that he was not wearing a shirt.

Thinking about it, if there were poisonous insects and beasts, he would not be afraid.

Ling Han couldn't help feeling amused.

He also thought about his brother's performance in the next few days after he escaped from the cave that day.

It's really consistent, very "Yunmei".

Ling Han supported the bed and sat up.

He looked at Zhao Yun and said, "In the next period of time, besides the foot injury, I will also have to trouble my brother to apply medicine for the bruises on my body."

Zhao Yun was startled for a moment, then subconsciously looked over.

The moment his eyes touched the white chest, he immediately looked away again.

There is already a three-point bonus on the face.

Senior brother is too shy!

Ling Han held back his laughter and asked, "Brother?"

He paused, sighed and said: "With our current relationship, why should senior brother be so restrained? Do you have to ask the doctor to give me medicine? Or find a maid?"

Zhao Yun was taken aback, and then said: "No need."

But the words were a little knotted: "I, I will do it."

At this time, the doctor came in with a small medicine box.

It's not that dispensing the medicine is so fast, but that he had already prepared this wound medicine for His Highness long before that.

Seeing the doctor enter the room, Zhao Yun took a step forward.

The tall body was like a wall, immediately blocking all of Lang Zhong's sight.

Lang Zhong was slightly taken aback.

Immediately thinking about it: General Zhao made the dressing for the foot injury, I think it will be the same this time, General Zhao must have asked me for the plaster.

As a matter of course, he passed the medicine box containing the plaster forward.

Just as he was about to explain how to apply the medicine, the doctor suddenly noticed that General Zhao's face was flushed, as if he had a fever.

There were no other symptoms of fever.

The doctor thought he had misunderstood something, so he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with General Zhao? Let Caomin give the general a pulse."

"..."

"Mr. Lao is concerned, Yun is not feeling unwell."

Needless to say the embarrassment in my heart.

Of course Ling Han knew what was going on.

He couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.

Hearing the laughter, Lang Zhong was taken aback.

Holding the medicine box in his hand, he stood on the spot, not knowing what happened, and was very at a loss.

Ling Han tried his best to suppress his smile, coughed a few times, and said: "Put the plaster here, General Zhao will apply it for the king in a while, sir, tell me how to apply the plaster, then go down."

The other party felt relieved when he heard the words, and quickly cupped his hands: "Yes."

"This ointment only needs to be applied once a day at noon, and spread evenly. After applying it, you have to wait half an hour before dressing. During this half hour, if you gently massage with both hands, the effect will be faster."

"Caomin retire."

After the doctor left, Ling Han lay down again.

Zhao Yun looked down at the medicine box in his hand, washed his hands, wiped them clean, and walked slowly to the bedside.

He squatted down slightly, put the medicine box to one side, stretched out his hand to wipe the medicine, and only when his right hand was raised above, his eyes slowly moved over.

After hesitating for a while, he finally put his palm on Ling Han's back.

Zhao Yun's hand was warm.

After years of martial arts training, the hands that have killed countless people on the battlefield are not rough.

But it's not like a woman in a deep boudoir, her fingers are not stained with yang spring water, even though she is as slender as jade, she loses a bit of masculinity after all.

In a word, it was the hand of the man Ling Han admired most.

When these hands were carrying the ointment, walking around the various bruises on the back, Ling Han didn't feel the pain caused by the wound being touched at all.

Itchy at most.

He was a little dazed, and couldn't tell whether it was a poultice or a stroking.

He felt the temperature on his face start to rise, and even his ears became slightly hotter.

It must have turned red.

Zhao Yun must have noticed it too.

The room was very quiet.

Until now, Ling Han suddenly realized that he was not as relaxed as he thought.

I need to divert my attention.

Before Ling Han could think of what to say, he had already opened his mouth: "Senior brother."

Zhao Yun's right hand stopped suddenly: "Did it hurt you?"

"No, brother, continue."

Zhao Yun then continued to do it.

Ling Han said: "I just wanted to say...Senior brother, I don't want to call you senior brother anymore."

Zhao Yun's hand froze slightly: "Why?"

He asked, "Then what are you shouting for?"

Ling Han said: "Based on our current relationship, calling me Senior Brother always feels awkward and inappropriate."

Zhao Yun hummed in a low voice.

In a place where Ling Han couldn't see, his complexion obviously became a bit gloomy.

Ling Han shouted: "Brother Yun."

He grinned and asked, "How about shouting like that?"

Zhao Yundao: "Master..."

After hesitating for a moment, he continued: "Brother Han is happy as long as he feels happy."

Ling Han's eyebrows twitched together.

Mingming Brother Yun sounds very kind, why does Brother Han make people feel so strange?

After thinking for a while, he said, "That's not good. Don't call me Brother Han, call me A-Han!"

Ahan?

This title is obviously very close, Zhao Yun naturally felt a little happy, and replied: "Okay."

Ling Han explained: "Actually, there is another reason. In my hometown, there is a special title for a special person, and only the other party can call out this title."

special person……

Zhao Yun savored these four words silently.

A smile appeared on his face at first, but then he suddenly thought of something, and it disappeared quickly.

Before I knew it, half an hour passed like this.

Ling Han got up and put on his clothes, and when he turned around, he found that Zhao Yun turned his back again at some point.

Ling Han thought in his heart, it's impossible to go on like this.

When a man reaches a young age, his body will naturally produce some kind of strong desire.

Previously, there was an unresolved grudge, and there was no one he liked in his heart, so naturally he would not let this desire go.But at this moment, he didn't want to suppress it anymore.

I have already undressed myself today, if there is still no progress in the relationship between the two, wouldn't it be true that they will always end up in heat?

Ling Han then called out: "Brother Yun."

Zhao Yun turned around and saw that his junior was staring at him steadfastly without speaking, so he couldn't help showing doubts.

Ling Han said: "Brother Yun, why don't you take off your shirt and let me see if there are any bruises. If there are any, it's better to wipe it with plaster."

Zhao Yun was startled, and immediately said: "I have not been injured."

Ling Han didn't follow him, insisting: "Brother Yun, do you want to take it off yourself, or let me take it off?"

Zhao Yun: "..."

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, he walked to the edge of the bed, turned his back to Ling Han, first took off his outer robe, then slowly loosened his middle coat, then his obscene clothes, and finally lay down on the bed.

The whole process can be described as dragging its feet.

Ling Han couldn't see the other party's face, but he could already imagine the other party's shy expression.

He used to have the slightest doubt about who gets on and who gets off.

After all, Zhao Yun's physical strength is much better than his own.

Seeing the other party like this today, there is no longer any hesitation.

There really wasn't any sign of bruising.

During the several days of battle, Zhao Yun always stood at the most dangerous part of the city wall.When he finally attacked Cao Ying, he charged back and forth and fought with two brave enemy generals, but he didn't even have a single bruise on his body, which is really a miracle.

Apart from that...

With broad shoulders and narrow waist, the back is straight and strong, giving him the physique of a warrior.The skin is smooth, between fair and wheat-colored, which only makes people feel delicate and heroic.

Compared with the surrounding muscles, Zhao Yun's spine is slightly sunken, like a long lying dragon, running through the entire back, and then submerging into the water with the tail vertebrae, which makes people think.

The sexiness that belongs to an adult man is clearly evident from just a bare back.

Ling Han sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand, and stroked across this sexy place.

His hands were a little cold, and when he stroked the other's back, he felt a burst of warmth.

Zhao Yun's body trembled slightly.

Ling Han believed that he was not mistaken.But he wasn't quite sure whether it was because his right hand was cold, or just because he stretched out his hand?

Only Zhao Yun said: "Ah Han, you still have injuries."

It appears to be the latter.

At this moment, Ling Han suddenly had an illusion, as if he was an apprentice who molested good women and men.

The injury hasn't healed yet, so of course it's impossible for something to happen.

He said resentfully, "Brother Yun misunderstood me."

The following time was extremely leisurely and comfortable, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The bruises on Ling Han's body were finally healed. Although the foot injuries were not completely healed, they were no longer a hindrance to anything.

noon.

When Zhao Yun was about to apply ointment to Ling Han again, Ling Han suddenly said: "Brother Yun, my injury is basically healed, no matter what I do, I won't delay the matter."

This sentence is full of hints.

Zhao Yun sat on the bed, put the medicine box aside, and remained silent.

Ling Han began to rehearse this scene in his mind three days ago.

But when it came time to implement it, I felt hesitant again.

Ling Han pursed his lips, and with a ruthless heart, he directly overwhelmed him.

Zhao Yun's outer robe was quickly untied, followed by the middle garment, and finally even the lewd garment was removed to the waist, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

Compared with the back, the strong chest, like the abs wrapped in satin and steel, is naturally more sexy.

Ling Han was about to kiss her, but suddenly stopped.

He found that although Zhao Yun didn't say any words of rejection, his physical reaction was very resistant.

His brows were frowned, his face was solemn, and his body was tense.

It's not a half-push, and it's not some kind of taste, but a genuine unwillingness.

Do you want to do the one above?

Or in other words, although he likes me, because of the traditional concept, it is difficult to accept having a relationship with a man, and he only wants to base this relationship on the spirit?

Although he really wanted to relieve his physical desire, if the other party could only be Plato, Ling Han would not accept it.

He sighed, sat up and said, "Brother Yun, I'm not ordering you, let alone forcing you. If you don't want to go to Yunyu with me, I won't force you."

But Zhao Yun said: "...There is no such thing."

He began to undress himself.

However, Ling Han pressed Zhao Yun's undressing hand and did not speak.

If not, why does the body resist?

It seemed that there was something difficult to say, Zhao Yun paused for a long time, and then asked: "Ahan, I, I just want to ask you one thing."

"When is Ah Han going to get married?"

This question really stunned Ling Han.

When to marry?Aren't we already in love?If this is the case, of course he will not marry a wife.

He stared at Zhao Yun's face, only to see that the other's face was full of entanglement.

For some reason, Ling Han suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Zhao Yun asked himself if he was worried that the relationship between the two would be noticed by others.

He said that there is no need to worry, because this is the common preference of the ancestors.

When he said that, he just hoped that Zhao Yun would not feel guilty for "breaking the bend".

At this moment, thinking about his senior brother clearly liking him, but showing such resistance in bed matters, Ling Han suddenly realized that this sentence seems to have another level of understanding.

——The emperors of the Han Dynasty loved men only as a male favorite.No matter how much you love it, it can be discarded at any time.

A huge sense of absurdity suddenly surged from my heart: Could it be that the senior brother has always thought that he is like a male favorite?

Male favorite.As long as any man is crowned with these two words, it means that all glory will have nothing to do with him.

No matter how great achievements are made, after a hundred years, all the insiders will pass away, and later generations will only think that this is a boastful achievement obtained because of the emperor's favor.

It is doomed that it is impossible to gain any admiration, and it will only become a secret of the palace that people talk about.

Ling Han stared at Zhao Yun again.

Over the years, in terms of credit, no one can compare with him.What kind of mentality does such a person with such great military exploits want to bear the name of male favourite?

Giving up fame and fame, and using a young body to make love, you don't know when you will be rejected.Is this also possible?

If I told him, I had already made a plan to be with him alone for the rest of my life.

Will he believe it?

Even if you want to believe it, you will definitely feel uneasy in your heart.

Because there has never been such a thing.

Unless the whole society, from scholars to ordinary people, is accustomed to same-sex love, thinking that it is not much different from heterosexual marriage.

But how many years will this take?Can I do it in my lifetime?

Perhaps, there is a way now.

Ling Han took a deep breath.

He suddenly bent down, put his arms around Zhao Yun's waist, turned over vigorously, and lay down under Zhao Yun's body.

In modern society, the status of the attacker and the victim is equal.

But in the feudal period, with the majesty of the king, naturally he would not be willing to lie under the male pet.

Zhao Yun was momentarily stunned by this sudden change.

Then, he heard the person who was thinking of him speak in his ear word by word.

"I never regarded Brother Yun as a male favorite."

"Just thinking about it, my physical strength is far inferior to Brother Yun. The injury is just right, and I don't want to be so tired."

"So, please fuck me."

The author has something to say: a late update...the word xx is omitted at the end

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