The perfect game for personalities

The cold winter is over, and the spring of recovery is ushered in.

The surrounding clans really did sneak attacks several times in winter, but Azheji and his clansmen had made sufficient preparations long ago and prevented them from succeeding.

It's just that their ambitions are growing, and Azheji has to start planning, preparing to fight those small tribes that are about to move, expand the sphere of influence of the snake tribe, and become the only king in this area.

Because he was planning this war that was destined to come, at the end of winter, he was getting more and more busy.

What made him even more troublesome was that an order from the new emperor suddenly came from the Central Plains, saying that the new emperor would come over in person in the future to have friendly exchanges with the snake clan.

A few months ago, Azheji and his party had just visited the emperor in the central plains palace, and the new emperor came here in a hurry.

This made Azheji have to think a little more. Maybe Li Lingjing, who had become the new emperor, finally suspected him, so he wanted to come over and take Jiang Fei back with his own hands.

Azheji definitely can't hand over Jiang Fei, but the snake clan is not big, if Li Lingjing attacks at that time and sends soldiers to search every inch, he may not be able to hide Jiang Fei.

Azheji was worried about taking Jiang Fei to another place to hide from the Central Plains' search.

He hoped it was his own thinking.

Just as the Snake Clan changed hands and as the new patriarch he went to the Central Plains to meet him, it is normal for Li Lingjing to visit in person in order to strengthen the friendship with his neighbors after ascending to the new emperor.

But there was an extremely sober voice in his heart saying that Li Lingjing's determination to come to the Snake Clan must be because of Jiang Fei.

In case Li Lingjing really wants to take Jiang Fei away, then he...

Azheji frowned, his face darkened.

In any case, it is absolutely impossible for him to hand over Jiang Fei.

After discussing with his subordinates all morning about how to annex the surrounding tribes, and instructing them to strengthen the training of tribe soldiers, Azheji took a break to find Jiang Fei.

The snow melted, and the surrounding grass also sprouted buds. Jiang Fei liked to play with the children on the green grass.

The surrounding area is wide, and Azheji saw Jiang Fei flying a kite with the children from a distance. While running against the wind, he looked back at the swaying kite, with a smile on his face, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and his feet Running with him was the little wolf cub that Yelu bought with his life.

The little wolf cub was raised by Jiang Fei for a whole winter, and he was very attached to him, but he hadn't grown very big yet, like a puppy.

The children clapped their hands happily.

"Fly up! Fly up!"

Azheji watched from a distance for a while, then walked over.

The children who saw it first called "Patriarch" chirping, Jiang Fei heard it and stopped.

The kite landed on the grass in the distance. He glanced hesitantly, hugged the little wolf cub who was biting the hem of his robe, and walked towards Azheji.

"Azheji."

There is no need to wear thick furs in spring. When Jiang Fei slightly raised his head to look at him, his white neck was completely exposed. The dark blue snake on the side of the neck covered the original scarlet pattern, crawling on the white On the skin, there is something strange.

Azheji patted his head, but didn't speak.

Jiang Fei glanced at the children next to him with some embarrassment, quickly approached him, and kissed him.

Only then did Azheji laugh.

"Fei'er is good."

Near noon, the children's mothers came to call them home for dinner, and the children scattered and ran away.

Azheji led Jiang Fei to the residence as well.

Although the snake people are used to living in underground caves, Jiang Fei still doesn't like it very much. He was detained without the sun for a whole winter, and he fell ill again, making his body weaker.

A while ago, Azheji specially went to the market to invite a doctor to treat him, and then waited until spring to build a separate room for him on the ground.

The clansman in charge of the food had already brought up the hot food, Jiang Fei saw it, pursed his lips in displeasure, and muttered.

"I want to eat wontons, and I want to eat sugar cakes."

The clan couldn't accommodate foreign cooks, so Azheji couldn't easily bring back the cook who made Central Plains food. In order to satisfy Jiang Fei's taste, he could only take him to the market to eat occasionally.

But recently, he was busy guarding against foreign invasions, so he spent much less time with Jiang Fei, and he hadn't taken him to the market for a long time.

He is the patriarch and cannot leave here easily.

Jiang Fei was not used to eating, so he ate very little. After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks and clamored to go out to play.

Aware of his frustration, the wolf cub in his arms arched his neck, howling in a milky voice, Jiang Fei's cheeks were licked with warm tongue.

Azheji frowned, threw the little wolf to the ground, then hugged him, held him in his arms, and coaxed him softly.

"Eat more, the doctor said that you are too weak, you need to make up for it."

Jiang Fei lowered her head, her cheeks puffed slightly, and she whispered in a low voice.

"I don't like eating these. I want to go to the market. If you don't accompany me, then I will go by myself."

"No."

Azheji's face changed slightly, and his tone sank. He kissed his cheek in a comforting manner, and explained as gently as possible.

"It's dangerous outside, you can't go out by yourself, wait a few more days, and I will definitely accompany you out to play."

"You always say to wait for a few days, but you always lie to me, I don't want to believe you anymore."

Jiang Fei was really angry, she pushed him away and ran away, and the little wolf chased him out.

Azheji also immediately chased after him, but was stopped by his men hastily summoned.

"Patriarch, soldiers from foreign tribes have crossed Harmon!"

Hearing this, Azheji's face changed suddenly, and he didn't care about chasing Jiang Fei, so he hurried down with his men to the room where the military was discussed.

As the evening approached, he hurriedly found Jiang Fei, who was still sulking. He didn't care to cheer him up, saying that he had to leave the clan for a while because of something, and told him a few words, and rode away with a group of his subordinates.

At night, Azheji hadn't come back yet, Jiang Fei slept in the room by himself, the bedding was thick and soft, the room was dark, and the surroundings were quiet.

The little wolf is in a lively and active growth period, and it has to run out at night. Jiang Fei was afraid at first that it would get lost, but Azheji persuaded him that it would grow up faster in this way.

He didn't know that Azheji really wanted the little wolf to run away, so he believed it naively, but he was used to leaving a door for the little wolf, waiting for it to get into his arms when it got tired of playing.

A few snakes also got into the quilt to accompany him, and the cold snake body wrapped around his waist.

Jiang Fei felt a little uncomfortable, and pushed them down in a daze.

"Go away, don't pester me."

Instead, the snake tightened its strength, stuck to his waist as if it couldn't hear it, and even burrowed into the clothes too much.

Jiang Fei was woken up by them, rubbed his eyes and sat up, trying to throw them all on the bed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge wall-like shadow beside the bed, and he quickly backed away in fright, looking timidly at the stranger who broke in silently at no time.

"You... um!"

Seeing that he found him, the figure standing quietly by the bed immediately stretched out his hand, rushed over and covered his mouth firmly.

The low voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but cold.

"Don't bark, or I'll kill you."

His hands seemed to be soaked in snow water, very cold, Jiang Fei trembled slightly, and looked at the stranger who was close at hand but wearing a mask in fear.

The quilt slid down, and half of the white shoulders were exposed from the messy sleeping underwear. The blue snake deed belonging to Azheji was reflected in the eyes of the masked man, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The hand that was covering his mouth moved uncontrollably to Jiang Fei's neck, and tightened violently as if exasperated.

The air was drawn away, and Jiang Fei clung to his strong arm helplessly, his face was flushed because he couldn't breathe, tears came out of his eyes, and he whimpered for help.

The other party stared at him unmoved, as if he really wanted to make up his mind to break his neck.

Warm tears dripped down on the rough back of the scarred hand, as if scalded, the masked man's hand trembled and loosened a little.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Fei hurriedly pushed him away, lying on the bed coughing non-stop, his eyes were blurred in darkness.

A few seconds later, a force struck behind him.

The masked man leaned over, pinned him down, and pulled his thin underwear with one hand, and quickly stuck to the delicate skin.

Jiang Fei couldn't use his strength, cried and kicked his legs, calling for Azheji to save him.

The name made the masked man stagnate, and then the force became heavier, pinching Jiang Fei, but soon he came back to his senses, covered Jiang Fei's mouth, pressed it against his ear, and whispered coaxingly .

"Be good, be good, I will take you to the market tomorrow."

On the second day, the masked man left quietly before dawn.

Jiang Fei lay on the bed until noon, her eyes were red and swollen, and the bed was a mess.

He didn't clean up, and limped out of the door only to see the little wolf sleeping outside, presumably because the masked man closed the door last night, so the little wolf couldn't get in, so he had to rest outside.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little wolf woke up immediately, happily circling around Jiang Fei, grabbing his calf and not letting go.

Jiang Fei bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and the little wolf jumped into his arms skillfully, barking a few times clingingly.

Jiang Fei patted its head, and then walked towards the distance of the clan in the direction the masked man instructed.

When the clansmen met on the road saw him, they all consciously looked away without saying hello.

They all knew that Azheji liked Jiang Fei so much that he didn't even allow others to look at him, and Jiang Fei was not allowed to talk to his peers, and could only play with the children.

So Jiang Fei walked smoothly to the place the masked man had said.

This is the corner of the clan that he has been to before, and there is no one in the clan. When he was almost there, he saw the masked man from last night leading a horse, and he had been waiting for a long time.

He couldn't see clearly at night, and it was only during the day that he saw the whole face of the masked man. He was wearing a strange black robe, his hair was tightly covered, and the mask also blocked his entire face.

Jiang Fei approached hesitantly, and looked at him with some sobs.

"You said, you want to take me to the market to play."

The corners of his eyes were red, and there was a hint of being bullied too much in his eyes, with a suffocated look of fear, mixed with undisguised expectations.

The masked man looked at him and said yes.

Immediately, his eyes moved down, and when they fell on the vigilant little wolf, they softened a little.

"Do you like this wolf?"

Jiang Fei was startled, looked at him inexplicably, thought he was going to grab him, and took two steps back, hugged the little wolf nervously, and whispered with courage.

"The little wolf is mine, don't snatch it."

"I won't grab it."

The masked man withdrew his gaze, turned around and took out the prepared hat from the horse's bundle, and put it on his head.

The hanging white gauze hid Jiang Fei's entire face, and the masked figure seemed very satisfied, picked him up and got on the horse.

The generous chest was close to him, and Jiang Fei could tell that he was in a good mood.

"Go, I'll take you to play."

The author has something to say: It’s so hard to write ancient Chinese, I’ll never write ancient Chinese anymore, I’m so vulgar, I’m so uneducated, let’s all live and watch it

Since I promised to update the results in the past few days, the results are all pigeonholed... so today is the third update!No more not human! (extremely loud