Dianxia Qingcheng

Anger burned to the apex of his heart, and Amul slammed hard on his feet.

There was a crisp bone crack with a "click", and the injured leg was broken by his stepping on it abruptly.

Zhao Litang's face was pale from the pain, and he lost consciousness and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was not sent back to the previous prison, but was still lying on the big bed in that tent.

Zhao Litang moved his body. The wound on his leg had been bandaged at some point, and the broken part should have been reattached, but even a little movement still hurts deeply.

He propped himself up to sit up, and wanted to get out of bed, but found that there was a thick and long chain around his ankle, which was tied to the post beside the bed, as if he was tied to an animal. The only range of activities left is where the chains can reach.

Zhao Litang chuckled lightly with the corners of his mouth pulled, then fell back on the bed.

Amul really stimulated and humiliated him all the time, just to crush his pride and dignity under his feet.

Someone came in from outside the tent, Zhao Litang immediately closed his eyes again.

The person who came surrounded the lower half of his face, wrapped his whole body tightly, and walked to the bed lightly.

Zhao Litang felt that someone was moving his injured leg, the movement was very light and soft, almost no pain.

He stretched out his hand abruptly, grabbed the man's wrist, and opened his eyes.

The face of the person in front of him was covered with a veil-like cloth, only revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes, and a red mark under the corner of the eye, like a crescent moon.

A Lanyue who was caught was obviously very shocked. He thought the general was still in a coma, but he didn't expect that the general had already woken up.

"What else are you here for?" Zhao Litang's tone was extremely harsh, with a touch of sarcasm and contempt, "Isn't that enough for one night?"

He straightened up suddenly, pulled the person in front of him into his arms with force, and then roughly tore off the gauze on his face.

A Lanyue wanted to raise her hand to block it, but Zhao Litang twisted his hands behind her back with one hand.

There were some bruises on the originally fair face, the corners of the lips were bitten, and there was a circle of red marks on the slender neck, and the eyes were now full of misty water vapor, full of fear and fear. Looking at Zhao Litang.

Zhao Litang opened the skirt along his chest with his fingers, saw the ambiguous traces all over the collarbone and the body below, a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then closed his skirt again.

Last night, due to the drunkenness, there may have been some madness and restlessness coming out of nowhere, which made Zhao Litang seem to be a different person, with a hard heart and a hard body.

But now that he was conscious, and seeing the beastly things he did, Zhao Litang unconsciously relaxed the strength of his hand.

Thinking of the blood stains on the bed, and what Amul said he was seriously injured, the marks on his body really seemed to be full of scars.

"Where is the bleeding?" Zhao Litang suddenly asked in a low voice.

A Lanyue flinched, her voice trembled slightly, "No, no."

Knowing that he couldn't speak, Zhao Litang slipped his fingers through the gap in his waist, and slowly rubbed behind him.

The figure of the person in the arms suddenly stiffened, and he begged again and again, "General...no...don't...it hurts..."

Hot tears dripped from the corners of his eyes as he spoke, and his long eyelashes were wet and his body trembled.

"You know it hurts, so you still come to me?" Zhao Litang was dissatisfied with the strange emotions in his heart, and deliberately said cruelly, "I can still make you hurt even more. If you are not afraid, just come to me. I will see you as soon as I see you." It will hurt you once."

The stabbing pain from behind made A Lanyue raise her neck slightly, and being held in her arms, she struggled and couldn't move, so she could only whimper softly.

This voice caught the attention of the soldiers outside the camp, and someone asked outside, "Prince Alanyue, are you alright?"

A Lanyue opened her mouth to speak, but her lips and tongue were suddenly sealed, and a cold and strong breath came in, forcing him to accept everything and swallow it.

"You know how to answer." Zhao Litang let go of his lips, pressed the tip of his nose tightly against his, and stared darkly at his bright red lips, the wound at the corner of the lip was bleeding again just now , ghostly and coquettish dotted on the pale little face.

"I...I'm fine...you...don't come in..." A Lanyue's voice was very soft, and her breathing was extremely shallow.

The soldiers outside finally fell silent again.

The fingers buried in his body started to clash more wantonly. A Lanyue's hands had already been loosened, and he was completely powerless. He lay down in front of his solid and powerful chest, and tightly grasped the robe of the person in front of him.

"No...don't...let me go...please...please...let go..."

A Lanyue didn't dare to moan, bit her lip and endured with difficulty.

Only pain, no joy, no pleasure, only boundless pain.

"Let go? But you clearly bite tightly and don't want me to leave."

Zhao Litang leaned close to the white and small earlobe, and said with a light smile, "Anyway, we are already married, and I am your husband, and it is only right for me to do this kind of thing to you. Besides, forcing me to marry you is not just because I want to marry you." Me? Now that I've given it to you, you're asking me to let you go..."

At some point, Zhao Litang untied the clothes blocking the two of them, then picked him up and pressed him hard.

"...I can't let go anymore."

A Lanyue suddenly convulsed in pain, lying on Zhao Litang's shoulder and breathing heavily, tears fell like broken beads.

Every movement of Zhao Litang was extremely ruthless and heavy, wanting to smash this small body into pieces and disperse it, merging it into a warm current that penetrated all around.

Limbs and bones.

The more you cry, the more you beg for mercy, the more sticky and flattering you are to actively kiss and offer hugs, the more you can't stop, the more you want to ask for more.

Until later, Zhao Litang forgot what his purpose was for doing this.

— After everything subsided, Zhao Litang lay back on the bed again, and the person lying in front of him also lay down together.

A Lanyue didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, she lay on Zhao Litang's body, still sobbing.

When he was crying a lot just now, Zhao Litang kissed the tears off his face, and then made him cry even harder.

He'd never heard the general say such... such nasty things...

He was ashamed, annoyed and frightened, no matter how much the general forced him to speak, he made up his mind not to speak, but whimpers would always escape from his throat.

Then he became hoarse.

Zhao Litang lay down with his eyes closed, the person on his body didn't weigh much at all, so he didn't overturn him.

"General..."

There was a thin and hoarse call, as soft as a kitten with little strength.

Zhao Litang didn't answer.

"Your leg...does it still hurt..."

He actually still has the heart to care about his legs, obviously the pain on his body is also very unbearable.

"I didn't... I didn't mean not to come to see you... My brother told me before he went to the battlefield... He, he actually broke your leg..."

A Lanyue paused, and said in a crying voice, "General... how will I ride a horse in the future..."

Zhao Litang frowned, feeling a bit sore and swollen in his heart.

He raised his hand to cover the mouth of the person on him, not wanting to hear his words of concern for him any more, but suddenly there was a crisp, itchy, wet, greasy touch in his hand.

Zhao Litang took his hand away, and saw that the ugly scar on the palm of his hand was stained with some crystal clear body fluid.

This scar was left by Amul piercing his palm with a dagger, and now it has left an indelible scar forever.

The feeling just now was that someone kissed his scar.

"General... I'm sorry..." The person lying obediently on his body apologized softly, "I'll tell you for my brother...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Is it right..."

A Lanyue couldn't finish her sentence because he saw Zhao Litang suddenly raised his hand and licked that palm.

Then there was a whirlwind, the two of them flipped up and down, and he was pressed onto the bed.

During the days when Amul went to the battlefield, there were not many soldiers left in the barracks, but most of them were sent to guard Zhao Litang's tent.

"He won't run away."

Amul left these words before leaving.

Zhao Litang did not run away again, with a broken leg, scars all over his body, and a broken marriage.

There was no way he could just go back to Heaven.

A Lanyue still came to see him every day, sometimes he would stay overnight in this tent, sometimes he would not, sometimes there would be some shameful voices in the camp during the day, but the guarding soldiers pretended not to listen or look at him. have no idea.

After all, the two are already husband and wife, even if they do something during the day, they can't inquire about it.

And Zhao Litang is sometimes very rough and sometimes gentle, but after being gentle, he becomes more vicious.

As for A Lanyue, the more he does not allow himself to be soft-hearted and compromise, the more he will involuntarily slow down, calm down, and even want to kiss him.

After realizing that he had really done this, Zhao Litang would be angry and want to escape, and hide all the tenderness he showed into the arrogant and vicious actions.

A Lanyue bears everything about him. When Zhao Litang hugged him, she would cry and call the general, saying that my life belongs to the general. Without the general, I would have died long ago. The general wants me Take it if you want to die, I am willing.

Zhao Litang replied viciously, "Then I want you to kill me now!"

Then he strangled the neck of the person under him, as if he really wanted to strangle him to death between the sheets.

A Lanyue didn't know how to struggle or shout, in fact, as long as he shouted, the soldiers guarding outside the camp would rush in and restrain Zhao Litang.

But he didn't want that. He knew that the general had been living in pain, but why didn't he suffer?

Being pulled to both sides by the two closest relatives, he was crying so sadly that he was about to die.

It would be great if he could really die under the general's command and eliminate his hatred for his brother.

He will also leave a last wish for his brother, begging him to let the general go.

Brother loves him so much, he should obey his last wish.