Yuanzhong poultry

The stove in the hall was burning hotly, and when the curtain was opened, the hot air rushed to the face, and the melted snow on the clothes dripped down.After being frozen in the ice and snow for too long, Yu Bai tried his best to walk these few steps to the limit, was suffocated by the thick heat, his lips were still pale, but his cheeks were stained with a strange blush.

Zhao Jun was still missing, Li Dehai Xuxu supported Yu Bai, and led him to the inner hall: "Your Majesty means that it is cold in winter, and the young master must be frozen to death after kneeling for so long, so I will let you Go take a bath in warm water, and talk about it later when you recover."

He stopped in front of the bathroom and made a gesture of invitation: "Everything is ready, sir."

Yu Bai stood still: "Where is Zhao Junren?"

Li Dehai prevaricates: "Your Majesty has important matters to deal with..."

"Important matters?" He Nianbai's soft and delicate figure flashed across Yu Bai's mind, and his tone unconsciously became sharp, "Your Majesty really has a lot of important matters, but is that young master He Nianbai?"

Seeing Li Dehai's troubled expression, a sneering smile floated on Yu Bai's face, "Yu Bai is not a talent, he secretly pondered the Holy Will, and thought that Mr. He would become a great talent in the future, so he sent him to Yannan Pavilion on his own initiative. It also saves you the trouble of relocating your residence in the future. What does Eunuch Li think?"

Li Dehai: "..."

What else can I feel? ——Young Master Yu has a discerning eye, foresight and foresight, eclectic talent?

After deliberation, Li Dehai still disturbed His Majesty the Emperor, who was busy with "important matters" - the so-called important matters were nothing more than staring at a pair of red candles hidden in the shadows, which were clearly in the middle of the night, but did not light them. .He called His Majesty a few times, and Zhao Junfang came to his senses: "How is it?"

"Mr. Yu has already gone to take a bath. According to His Majesty's instructions, the wound ointment and clean clothes are placed in a conspicuous position, and the servants are also there whenever they are called. It's just... it's just Your Majesty, that Young Master He..." Li Dehai pondered for a while , trying to tell the story of "Young Master Yu sent He Nianbai to Yannan Pavilion" in a way that Zhao Jun likes to hear--does it mean that Young Master Yu cares about His Majesty and considers everything for His Majesty, or that Young Master Yu has a broad mind and will definitely be in the future? Can he live in harmony with Young Master He as brothers?

——It’s not so straightforward to seek death.

Zhao Jun froze, the first thing that flashed across his mind was not the face of He Nianbai Kuxiao, but Yu Bai's light and ironic laugh in the silent snow field, which easily disturbed his heart.In the confusion of his mind, he had a little illusion, as if he was a wandering and heartless man who took people home and was caught by the principal.

He was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Since it was sent by the Kangninghou Mansion, it is natural to teach the Kangninghou Mansion to take it back."

"Your Majesty is wise, it's just...uh, it's just that Young Master He has been sent to Yannan Pavilion by Young Master Yu, and I'm afraid he has settled down now. Look, Your Majesty..."

"..." This time it was Zhao Jun's turn to be quiet.

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The bathroom door opened, and the hot air filled the air.Yu Bai walked out from the dense water vapor, his hair became darker and his complexion became whiter.He walked towards Zhao Jun's bedroom step by step.

One step is a glimpse, two steps are a crane entering a cage, three steps are amnesia and rebirth, offering your sincerity, four steps are lies like a knife, and a dream is awakened.

The three-foot-long river and mountain map came into view.The incense of the bronze crane incense burner in the hall is lingering, and the white smoke leaks from the hollowed-out crane feathers, like mountains and rivers in the morning fog.There were only two red candles burning in the big sleeping hall, and the light of the candles was accompanied by the faint light of the dark moon, vaguely illuminating Zhao Jun's silent side face.

Seeing Yu Bai walking in, Zhao Jun gradually straightened up from the bedside he was leaning on, put down the scroll in his hand, and looked at Yu Bai silently.

What should I say?Is he concerned about whether his body can bear it after kneeling for so long, and whether the wound ointment prepared in the bathroom is effective, or is he questioning why he insisted on kneeling for others in the middle of the night and sent He Nianbai to Yannan Pavilion?In the few short steps Yu Bai walked towards him, Zhao Jun really experienced what it means to feel like a light on his back, like a thorn in his throat, and like sitting on pins and needles.

Yu Bai responded to his gaze frankly: "Your Majesty."

He walked up to Zhao Jun, without hesitation, he slowly reached out and undid one button, and then another.Everything seemed to be rehearsed hundreds of times, and in fact that's what they had done in the past three years.

Two years of imprisonment and humiliation failed to wear away his pride, but the deceit and concealment after falling in love finally destroyed his mind, and those threats to the closest relatives were the last straw that broke the camel's back.

——The rebellious young man in the past can finally bend down and walk to the prisoner's bed to ask for sex.

Under Zhao Jun's slightly hesitant gaze, Yu Bai slowly leaned forward, gently biting Zhao Jun's lips.With the tip of his soft tongue hooked, he clumsily probed into Zhao Jun's teeth, trying to arouse the man's interest.

People's desires are probably nothing more than fullness and lust, and this is what Zhao Jun has always thought of him.He is naturally calm and determined, with a sense of resilience in his heart. When he no longer has expectations for Zhao Jun, the problems will be simplified.

——It's just that something went wrong now, he could feel that Zhao Jun's body was a little stiff, and he looked like a disciple who robbed civilian men in the street.After trying it twice, Yu Bai vaguely understood what Zhao Jun meant.

He is not used to doing these things on his own initiative, and he is usually coaxed and coaxed by Zhao Jun's coercion and gentle voice, so he doesn't need to worry about it.It's just that the matter has come to this point, since he stepped out of the Yannan Pavilion, he has already thrown away all his self-esteem, kneeling in the snow is what he expected, and it is also expected that he will take the initiative to send himself to the dragon bed.The path he walked cannot be turned back. Since he has already taken the first step, he will naturally not back down because of the second step.

... If Zhao Jun still refuses to agree in the end, and insists on taking Feng Shishi's life and accepting his sister as his concubine, what should he do?

Yu Bai didn't know.The only bargaining chip he has left now is this body. Of course, now that he has that young man who looks exactly like him, this body is almost useless.

Let's give it a try.

He tried his best to put aside those messy thoughts, propped up the bed beside Zhao Jun with his hands, and knelt down slowly.However, he had knelt in the snow for too long, and even taking a bath in warm water could only relieve the superficial one or two. The slow straddling movements were not large, and the toes, knees, and thighs were all tingling.

Yu Bai secretly sighed, and refocused his mind to find a suitable focus point, and occasionally stretched the sore thigh muscles, but there was only an extremely depressing low moan.

He is focused.Focus on throwing away everything, pain, sorrow, and distracting thoughts, and achieve the desired result with one mind.Yu Bai's docile attitude was once what Zhao Jun wanted most, but now he sees all this, but he is shocked to find that the pleasure of taming that he imagined has never come, replaced by a pain like a needle in his heart.

If I want to take advantage of the wind to ask about chemical industry, the road is hard to get through, and the letter is hard to get through.Only candles are red in the whole hall, singing and calmly, cups and calmly.

Zhao Jun has nowhere to calm down.Following Yu Bai's difficult movements, his heart throbbed, and the pain became more severe.

See each other but not hear each other, hear each other but not know each other.

……

When Yu Bai finally found the right position and was about to straddle up, Zhao Jun suddenly reached out and pressed his shoulder.

When he was stunned, he heard a clear sigh.

A black silk cloth covered his eyes and was tied gently behind his head.

The thin clothes slipped off, revealing the bare back, and the fierce and arrogant Qingluan on the back that was about to fly.Zhao Jun pushed back his smooth black hair, and his fingertips slowly slid down, finally landing on Qingluan's outstretched wings.

He sighed softly: "You sent He Nianbai to Yannan Pavilion."

Yu Bai chuckled slightly in the darkness: "I thought this was what His Majesty meant."

Every time Yu Bai uttered a word, it was like a thin silver needle piercing Zhao Jun's heart. It was not fatal, but it left sore and small needle holes, one by one connected together, and finally the whole heart was covered with sores.

"Believe it or not, I never thought of replacing you with him." Zhao Jun's voice was as soft as snowflakes falling to the ground, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.He didn't care whether Yu Bai heard it or not, and didn't wait for Yu Bai to answer whether he believed it or not, his fingertips had already touched the pair of butterfly bones on Yu Bai's back: "Ah Bai, do you still remember this Qingluan?"

The pupils under the black cloth suddenly turned cold: "Your Majesty bestowed it, how dare you forget it."

"You didn't cry at that time, and you didn't shed a single tear." Zhao Jun stroked gently, as if he was stroking a long-lost work of art that had finally come to light. "You didn't cry until the last stroke was done."

then?At that time, it was late at night on the seventh day of Yu Bai's first imprisonment in the palace. Zhao Jun took a needle and paint, and stabbed him on the back stroke by stroke.Each stroke penetrated deeply into the flesh, halfway through, Zhao Jun put down the paint and asked him, "Ah Bai, does it hurt?"

Yu Bai didn't say anything, only his slightly trembling back exposed everything.The lips were bitten tightly by the teeth, already dripping with blood, Zhao Jun squeezed his jaw and kissed him, prying open the clenched teeth, and tasted the mixture of blood and tears.

...but no tears, not a single drop.

Zhao Jun sighed a long time, picked up the needle again, and finished the last stroke meticulously.The blood slipped from the flying wings into the extremely deep place, and gradually lost its original color.Qingluan's wings passed around the young man's waist, leaving mottled patterns on the most sensitive and delicate flesh, causing a shiver.

White skin, cyan paint, red blood, just like the abstract but gorgeous paintings in Yuhua Pavilion, attracting countless literati to bow down, so gorgeous that people can't take their eyes off.

Zhao Jun withdrew the needle.

Yu Bai finally couldn't help moaning.A tear fell from his eye socket, it was the defeat after the ultimate forbearance.

Zhao Jun did not see that tear.It quickly sank into the temples, soaking a small patch of black hair.

"You developed a high fever the next day, and you fell asleep for three days before waking up. For these three days, you didn't drink water or rice, and you depended on ginseng soup to hang your life." Zhao Jun's low voice seemed to be recalling, "You I went to see you when you were asleep, and your face was as white as a paper doll. I looked at you and thought, what if you can’t wake up? Then I will lose you forever.”

He slowly combed his long and smooth hair, showing a happy smile: "But you woke up and stayed by my side. In the past few years, I have always looked at you, watching you lose your temper with me, It doesn't matter if I kill someone with my hands, I'm still very glad that I met you in the desert at that time, and I haven't been separated so far."

The sleeping hall was burning with tranquilizing incense, and Yu Bai listened to Zhao Jun's slow narration in the silent darkness that covered the whole world, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

...But, I'd rather never meet you.

He felt a gentle touch on his face, accompanied by a little fragrance, which seemed to be something like rouge and gouache.The untied obscene clothes were fastened again, and the complicated clothes were layered on the body, and a waistband was worn around the thin waist.The touch of lip balm was soft and gentle, and Yu Bai recalled in a daze the teasing that Furong was not as good as beauty makeup that day, but only half a year ago, it seemed like a lifetime away.

The black silk fell to the ground, Yu Bai opened his eyes, and saw himself in the mirror.

——What he was wearing was a fiery red wedding dress.

Yu Bai suddenly turned his head with a feeling, and saw the flying dragon and phoenix flying and circling on the pair of red candles engraved on the seal.

The author says:

Zhao? Makeup tattoo master? Jun