comeback [rebirth]

Yan Xuan was startled for a moment.

He didn't know why Cen Yuan would say that suddenly, but he couldn't help feeling tense when he saw the other party's... what could be called showing weakness.

Ever since she met the second prince when she was a child, Yan Xuan had never seen him like this.

It was as if at a certain moment, an invisible barrier bound around this His Highness suddenly shattered, whether it was the marks left on him by the years and fate, or the mountains and mountains he voluntarily erected around his body, they all dissipated like clouds and smoke. , revealing the truest Cen Yuan and the purest Cen Yunsheng.

It is the fragility that Cen Yuan has never shown in front of himself, or even in front of anyone.

Sometimes it's as simple as three glasses of wine.

But sometimes, even a few altars of millet and wine can only make those scratches deeper and make the mountains even taller and harder to climb.

Yan Xuan's Adam's apple moved, but nothing came out of his mouth immediately.

After a while, he clenched his hands tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, then don't take the alley."

Cen Yuan was immediately satisfied, calmed down, and let the other party hold him tightly, as honest as a cat following the smell of dried fish.

On one side of Guangbai Street, there are alleys, big and small, but since Cen Yuan said so, Yan Xuan didn't take him to the alleys anymore, and changed the direction.

Occasionally people pass by around, and they can't help noticing these two young masters who are in the wind, and then move their eyes to the handover part hidden under the sleeves, showing a puzzled expression, but it doesn't take a moment for them to step on it without any hassle. The footsteps, diverted the line of sight away.

As for the two people being watched, one is completely blind to this kind of sight, while the other is walking in awe, and even walking is being led to follow step by step, let alone observe the sight of people around him.

It's just that before they went out for a long time, the footsteps of the one who was still able to show off his strength became slower and slower, and his walking route gradually changed from a straight line to a curve, and soon he couldn't even follow the same pace.

Yan Xuan tilted his head and glanced: "Cen Yuan?"

"Hmm..." The person who was called out responded, and it took a long while before he raised his head and said, "Huh?"

"..." Yan Xuan stopped, looked at him and sighed, then resolutely turned back and walked in the direction of Qingbaolou.

Cen Yuan glanced in the direction they were going, but he could still recognize where they were going, and asked, "Did you forget something?"

Yan Xuan didn't say a word, and took him back to the gate of Qingbao Building within a few steps. Xiaoer still recognized them, and greeted them when he saw them: "What's your order?"

"Prepare a carriage, please."

"Okay." I don't know if it's because I've seen too many similar situations, Xiao Er didn't ask why, and asked people to prepare after a reply.

The carriage that had been prepared before probably hadn't had time to withdraw, and the two of them had already boarded the carriage in a short time.

Cen Yuan was a little reluctant at first, and was almost carried into the carriage by Yan Xuan's half-embraced arms. However, when the coachman started to drive the carriage, the sound of the wheels rumbling into the carriage in the quiet night, he was shaken into a sleepy state, and soon Just calm down, tilted his head on Yan Xuan's shoulder and fell asleep.

I don't know if it was because the carriage was really uneven and unsteady, or because the glimpse at the alley just now left him with lingering fears. As soon as he took a step from his drunkenness, he fell into the abyss of nightmare.

— but not necessarily a dream.

In an illusory space, he saw the time when he met Yan Xuan outside the Yixian Building during the Mid-Autumn Festival in his previous life.

The deep alley, the tense confrontation, the other party's displeasure in the shadows...

All kinds of factors came together and appeared repeatedly in front of Cen Yuan.When he turned around and wanted to escape, those images were like an inseparable nightmare, approaching him from another angle.

At the same time, there seemed to be a voice reprimanding him in the void: "You are in a cocoon."

"No...I'm not..." He retorted reflexively, not even realizing that the reprimanding voice was exactly the same as his own.

He lost his composure, started to panic, desperately looking for the exit, but no matter how he walked, he seemed to be trapped in this alley.

——It was like being imprisoned in the deepest part of the imperial prison again, with only the broken moonlight as a companion.

He was horrified by the imprisoned situation, his face was pale, and his lips trembled and closed in a place he couldn't see.

However, just as he was about to collapse, all the phantoms suddenly gathered in one place, and the fragments in the sky recombined into a complete full moon.

The moonlight is no longer cold, but instead pours some comfortable coolness into the sweltering heat of this square inch of heaven and earth.

Cen Yuan took a deep breath, and then saw Yan Xuan standing in the alley in front of him in the dream, and suddenly took the initiative to take a step towards him, and the shadow on his body completely fell off.

He saw Yan Xuan stretching out his hand to him, gently hugged him into his arms, and whispered in his ear with the same low but soft voice as before: "Cen Yuan, I will accompany you to watch the full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival."

Almost before the other party finished speaking, he eagerly replied "Yes".

But just when he raised his hand and was about to hug him back, the figure in his arms dissipated, the picture in front of him suddenly swirled, the moonlight transformed into the lights of thousands of families in the distance, and snowflakes quietly fell in the air.

He was sitting on the horse, looking down at Yan Xuan.

It was at the Anxi Bridge.

The same picture rotates, and the nightmare follows like a shadow, but it also suddenly stops shortly after.

He heard Yan Xuan say in a warm voice, "Cen Yuan, come with me to the Kingdom of Chu."

Hearing this, he lost the rein almost immediately, got off the horse, and ran towards the opponent while responding to the sound.

He hugged Yan Xuan violently, and the other party was even forced back two steps by him.

However, this time was the same, as if there was no end to the reincarnation—in a split second, he was suddenly pulled out of the entire space, becoming a phantom suspended in the air.

Immediately afterwards, he was brought to the battlefield in that dream again.

The only difference is that he can walk around in this dreamland as he likes.

Yan Xuan was still standing in front of the formation, his back standing still, but when Cen Yuan's eyes touched the damage and blood stains on the opponent's armor, he felt frightened and hurriedly walked around to look.

This glance made him even more startled, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost couldn't stand up.

——I saw that Yan Xuan's entire face was almost covered with meandering bloodstains, the once clear eyebrows were blurred under the blood, the lips were almost dry, and the corners of the mouth were full of blood that had not yet dried up.

But even so, no trace of embarrassment could be seen on such a Yan Xuan.He looked like he was just getting ready to go, with his robes and armor on, and his eyes were shining with sharp and unstoppable light.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head and glanced at the object in his hand, and those sharp edges were withdrawn to the bottom of his eyes for a short time, replaced by another soft emotion.

When he looked up again in a blink of an eye, his face was already fixed, and he stuffed the object in his hand back to his front, and suddenly pulled out the pistol inserted into the ground with the other hand.

Yan Xuan had been holding that thing in the palm of his hand, Cen Yuan couldn't see it, he could only glimpse some emerald green color between his fingers, like jade, but he couldn't see what it was.

He glanced hastily, and he didn't have time to think about it—because he heard the sound of thousands of troops galloping behind him, and even felt the vibration of the ground under his feet.

The intense sound and vibration seemed to be beating directly on his heart over and over again.In an instant, whether it was the feelings he was familiar with or the feelings he had never experienced in two lifetimes - those distressed, worried, angry... all kinds of emotions were intertwined into a fine net, covering him overwhelmingly.

He stretched out his hand to erase the hideous marks on the opponent's face, but this time, his hand went directly through the opponent's body.

Yes, he thought, this is a dream.

Fortunately it was a dream.

The consciousness seemed to be aware of something at this moment, and suddenly brought his illusory body to hover upwards.He felt that he was pulling away from the dream, and after a while, his body felt the shaking of the carriage again, as well as the temperature close to his side.

"Are you awake?" Yan Xuan asked.

Cen Yuan was not fully awake yet, but subconsciously asked, "Where are we?"

"We're almost at Changyou Mansion."

Cen Yuan lifted the curtain of the carriage, saw the scene outside and felt a little familiar, and then thought that it was the road they had walked on when they went to Guangbai Street.

They went on foot when they went, but it only took a little longer than a stick of incense. At this time, the carriages and horses were naturally faster. Since they set off until now, they have not even reached half a stick of incense.

The time was so short that the scene just now wasn’t even a dream—it was more like he had secretly taken a nap, and because he was unprepared, those obsessions and fears that had never been noticed before and had been hidden in the depths of his consciousness came into contact with each other Ground flooded into his mind, screaming in his ears the truth he had never admitted.

Cen Yuan lowered the curtain and suddenly said, "Let's go back."

Yan Xuan immediately glanced at him, and before asking any questions, he heard him say again: "I'm really awake, let the coachman let us down, or we'll have to take a detour."

There is a large bamboo forest on the side of the road, and after a short walk through the bamboo forest, you can reach the back door of Changyou Mansion.However, the gap between the bamboos is more than enough for people to pass through, but the carriage and horses are not feasible anyway. Now they want to go back to the house, so they have to detour to the county town and then pass through the downtown area, which will almost take double the time.

Yan Xuan was worried, but when he heard that he didn't agree immediately, Cen Yuan lifted the curtain of the car himself, and said to the driver, "Excuse me, just put us on the side of the road."

The coachman naturally did not refuse, and quickly put the two of them on the side of the road, and turned back to Changbai Street.

Yan Xuan saw that Cen Yuan took a few steps, which was much better than when he was the most drunk and couldn't even walk in a straight line, so he calmed down a little and followed him into the quiet forest together.

The night was getting dark, but the forest was not completely dark. They quickly came to a path that was darker than other places, as if they had been stepped on by someone.Perhaps because of the high frequency of use, there are even a few bamboo lanterns placed on both sides of the path.

In addition to bamboo lamps, there are also some subtle lights.

Cen Yuan looked deep into the bamboo forest: "There are still fireflies there."

Yan Xuan looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, he saw some green lights shining around the bamboo branches in the forest closer to the river. Living thing.

Before Yan Xuan could respond, Cen Yuan looked up at the sky again, and saw that the night sky was dark, but there were several light spots hanging high, and he said, "That's great, if this is placed in Chang'an, you won't even be able to see the stars." of."

So Yan Xuan followed his gaze and looked up at the sky.

Only in rare cases will there be a few sporadic bright spots in the night sky of Chang'an, and the observatories are located dozens of miles outside Chang'an City, so it's rare to go there once, let alone It's a creature like a firefly.

Although the city of Chang'an is shining brightly every night, if you want to see some light other than lanterns, you probably only have to do it every New Year or Qixi Festival, when fireworks are lit in the city, or in the middle of every month when the moon is bright and the wind is clear.

But at this moment, Cen Yuan seemed to think of something, and chuckled in relief.

Yan Xuan immediately turned his gaze to him: "What's wrong?"

"Thinking of someone who said before that he wanted to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Lantern Festival with me." Cen Yuan still raised his head, his eyes seemed brighter than any light in his eyes.

After a while, he laughed again, and said: "Looking at it this way, I can't even see the shadow of the moon in the night sky, so I don't think there is anything special about it."

Someone's slightly drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fingers beside him suddenly curled up.

Bamboo lamps shrouded them in a hazy circle of light.

For a while, neither of them moved, nor did Yan Xuan urge the other to return home, but Cen Yuan looked at the starry sky until his neck was tired and the mist at night in the south of the Yangtze River gradually covered the stars, then he looked back.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and tugged at Yan Xuan's sleeve.

Yan Xuan didn't believe that His Highness could drive away all the drunkenness just by squinting on the carriage for a while, so he didn't say anything meanly at this moment, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Cen Yuan said cautiously, "It's not my fault this time."

"what?"

"Drunk." Cen Yuan didn't move the hand of the other party, and explained softly, "That's because I didn't know that the wine was called 'Three Cups and Three Steps', otherwise I would definitely—"

Yan Xuan looked at him sideways: "Sure what."

Seeing Cen Yuan pursing his lips and burping silently, he continued to answer: "I will definitely share the drink with you."

Yan Xuan: "..."

He suddenly laughed dumbfounded.

This His Highness is full of reason and evidence, and he looks like he is just an innocent victim, but because his voice is not loud, he loses his momentum in the silence around him, so that Yan Xuan sounds like To please myself without being reconciled.

Who can stand it.

The fireflies in the south of the Yangtze River do not seem to be shy at all. I don’t know when, the fireflies that were originally in the depths of the bamboo forest floated here, dotted with fluorescent lights between the paths.

Yan Xuan lowered his eyes halfway, and suddenly raised his hand to gently wipe the corners of Cen Yuan's foggy eyes.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"..." Cen Yuan was obviously stunned for a moment, then he whispered again, like a gnat: "You won't be unhappy again."

Yan Xuan asked back, "I don't look happy?"

Cen Yuan was noncommittal, and only glanced at him secretly.

The road still looks very long, and it was rare for Yan Xuan not to end the topic vigorously, and asked again: "Then why did you say 'again'?"

"Well……"

Cen Yuan didn't return, he seemed to be thinking with his head down, as if he was debating whether to speak this question out.But at this moment, Yan Xuan held his hand instead, and scratched his palm: "Huh?"

This gentle scratching can almost make people spit out all the thoughts in their hearts, so Cen Yuan could only bite the bullet and say: "Also, when I asked Sister Yi just now, I..."

As he spoke, he paused again, as if omitting some unnecessary words, and finally continued nondescriptly: "Are you jealous?"

He tried to ask in the Qingbao Building just now, but was cut off by the business, so that he didn't have time to say it.

However, it happened about an hour and a half ago. At that time, he was still in the mood to joke. However, at this time, the mist was filled, the fluorescent lights were surrounded, and the bamboo lamps were dim. There was an unspoken silence.

Yan Xuan didn't answer, and Cen Yuan didn't force her to ask.

"If..." Yan Xuan said slowly after a while, "I say yes."

Cen Yuan blinked at him.

"What are your Highness's plans?" Yan Xuan asked, looking sideways at the other party.

An unknown number of fireflies circled and flew around, drawing faint lines of light and shadow at the end, pushing away the intertwined mist.

Cen Yuan felt hot in his head, and in the next moment, he grabbed Yan Xuan's shoulder and kissed her.

——Touch and split.

"Yan Xuan." Cen Yuan called softly, and the distance from the other party was not more than an inch, so every word he said seemed to be painted on the corners of Yan Xuan's lips with his own breath.

Yan Xuan rubbed the back of his neck with one hand: "Huh?"

Cen Yuan stared at him with wandering eyes, and subconsciously asked, "Do you feel disgusted?"

"What do you hate?"

Cen Yuan said: "Kiss me."

In fact, after the initial impulse, Cen Yuan once thought after calming down—would Yan Xuan feel disgusted?

After all, in his prediction, Yan Xuan's life should follow the rules, just like Yan Taiwei, who will stabilize the country, calm down the border, step by step, and will naturally marry a wife and have children soon.

And according to his understanding of Yan Xuan, the little general is different from other dandies in the capital, even if he accepts a finger marriage, he will definitely not have wives and concubines in groups;

In the past, he would still imagine what such a woman would look like, but he never thought that Yan Xuan would marry a man in the end, and this man would still be himself.

To say that when he was reborn and returned to this world at the very beginning, his father called him into the palace and mentioned the matter of giving him a marriage for the first time. I couldn't drag Yan Xuan into the water, so I didn't think about anything else.

But later, they got married and paid homage, and it was a done deal.

As for sharing the same bed, at the beginning it was just forced to do it under the situation, and over time, left and right can also be interpreted by the word "habit".

But in any case, all of the above are still maintained in a circle that can be justified.

What about kissing?

What is Yan Xuan thinking?

At first the atmosphere was good, he missed the opportunity to ask, and later he was attracted by various news from Chang'an, so he didn't think about it again.

In his eyes, Yan Xuan didn't seem to have any resistance to this intimate behavior, and sometimes when he hugged him in his arms before going to bed, he would gently and restraintly press a kiss on his forehead.

This seemed to give him an illusion, making him think that Yan Xuan was gradually walking towards the road of "enjoying it" in this "parental fate".

But in the final analysis, everything is still "he thinks".

He has never even read his own mind, so where does he have the ability and mood to spy on others, let alone Yan Xuan.

——In his previous life, he had never understood the other party, and he couldn't figure out the thoughts behind those few words, not to mention that in this life, this person brought him too many surprises and joys out of memory, so that He felt more and more that the little general's mind was like wearing armor, impregnable.

After Yan Xuan heard his question, the hands kneading the back of his neck suddenly stopped, and the eyes that drooped from the long eyelashes were hidden in the surrounding halo, appearing dark and deep.

"Then where is your Highness now?" He didn't answer, but asked in a deep voice, "Could it be drunk sex?"

"No!" Cen Yuan denied almost reflexively.

The moment his eyes met, his consciousness became clear, and he suddenly realized that he must have been drunk to use such wrong words and forget what he wanted to say and what he wanted to ask.

Almost self-defeating.

He exhaled silently for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, countless fragments of getting along with Yan Xuan—whether it was the ignorant time when he talked about everything, or the juvenile period when he went his own way; Branches and heads...all flashed before his eyes one by one.

"No." He murmured, "It's not drunken sex, no."

"I married you because you said you would remember what I said, because you said you would marry me, so I want to be close to you and rely on you."

"I'm afraid you'll be jealous because you seem to be in a bad mood, so I don't want you to be disappointed in me, and I don't want to be so far away from you."

"Kissing you—"

"Kissing you..."

At the beginning, he always thought that he was just looking for sex, so he couldn't help but kiss her.

After that, when he occasionally got excited, he would grab Yan Xuan and kiss him on the lips.At that time, he thought it was eating the marrow to know the taste, but he still had more meaning.

However, at this moment, all the details that he remembered or didn't remember, all the thousands of thoughts he perceived or misunderstood, all became fireflies that cleared the mist in an instant, lingering in his ears and telling him that he had always been Slowness is nothing more than the desire to cover up, and one's own ignorance.

It's not an unreasonable idea at all.

But it's all hard to restrain, love something.

He said: "I kissed you because I fell in love with you."

As soon as the words finished, Cen Yuan looked at Yan Xuan intently, with both hands grabbing the other's sleeves, as if he would not let anyone go without speaking.

Yan Xuan slightly lowered her head to meet his gaze, and sighed silently after a while, and that pretty face pressed down on him again.

Yan Xuan's lips were just like his own, they seemed to be indifferent, but in reality they were almost scorchingly warm.

There is a slight taste of "three cups and three steps" between the lips and teeth of the two of them. The original mellowness is now only a touch of sweet and spicy, wrapped in each other's fiery breath and entangled with each other.

Logically speaking, it was Cen Yuan who drank more than Yan Xuan, but now he had the illusion of being suppressed.He was already a little confused, and after a short while he was kissed so untenably, his hands moved from his sleeves to the other's front, as if he was climbing a pontoon while drowning.

After a long time, Yan Xuan's pressure on his lips finally withdrew, and he was really pressed into his arms by the other party, and he heard a familiar but hoarse voice resounding beside his ears.

"fool."

Cen Yuan rested his chin on the opponent's shoulder, and stared blankly at a swaying bamboo leaf.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Yan Xuan said: "If I didn't really like her, why would I marry you?"

Cen Yuan's mind went blank, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only say a stupid "hmm" in the end.

Yan Xuan said again: "If you don't really like it, how can you enjoy it for you, how can you remember every word of yours."

Joy was like a turbulent wave, covering Cen Yuan from all directions, he was almost overwhelmed by joy, and he didn't even realize that the time in this sentence was earlier than Emperor Ning's marriage to him and Yan Xuan.

He muttered, "You mean..."

"Yes." Yan Xuan said, "I like you."