After refusing to marry the prince, the general regretted it too much

It was getting late, Qin Ye stayed at his house for the night.When he got up the next day, he was dragged by Lu Yanhe to deal with some household chores that had been put on hold for a long time, and when he returned to the Royal Villa, it was almost time for Shenzheng.

The guards guarding outside the house had long been accustomed to the fact that the father-in-law came and went like the wind and didn't like to leave the door, so he just pretended not to see him at all.

In the main house, Xie Heng was sitting on the bench as usual, holding a thin volume of book in his hand. He maintained this appearance for a long time, but the book in his hand never turned a page.

Qin Ye went to rest last night and stopped going back and forth to avoid attracting attention. This was what he had discussed two mornings.When I got up this morning, I was busy with affairs, and it was expected that I couldn't make it back for a while.

But he is irrepressible miss.

This restless state disappeared the moment he heard the slight movement of the string window, and turned into a leisurely leisure.

Qin Ye made a noise on purpose, because he was afraid of shocking the prince, but seeing his peaceful appearance, a little secret emotion arose in his heart.

He took two steps forward, casually pulled out the book from the prince's hand, and said in a low voice: "I'm back."

Qin Ye usually didn't take any big things to heart, but now he had a solemn expression, showing that he was obviously not in a good mood.

Xie Heng looked at his gloomy expression, and immediately loosened the grip on the book in his hand, and let him pull it out, concerned: "What's wrong?"

"I have people staring at Duke Dingguo's mansion. Except for the imperial doctor surnamed Liang, no one else comes in and out, and there is no big noise in the mansion. He frowned and thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Should...no What's the matter? "

Xie Heng really didn't know that he also had a day when he was worried because of an imperial physician.

He clearly knew that the emperor couldn't do anything at this time, and also knew that Qin Ye couldn't sit still, but he still ordered people to go down and watch carefully. He couldn't sleep for most of the night, until he heard the news that Liang Taiyi had left the house. Barely fell asleep.

Qin Ye tried his best to maintain the expression on his face, shook his head and sighed: "The Liang imperial physician sent a message for His Majesty, saying that since I am in good health, there will be a small court meeting in the Taiji Hall in five days to discuss the matter of sending troops to the Southern Zhou Dynasty. Let me Be sure to be there."

He snorted softly, and was very disdainful of the Tai Hospital's ability to turn a deer into a horse: "Open your eyes and talk nonsense."

Xie Heng frowned slightly.

Nan Zhou has indeed experienced frequent changes these days, which he knows.

The new monarch of the Southern Zhou Dynasty practiced the new army to build weapons extensively, and summoned the army's spies many times in the palace.

But if you want to say that the emperor wants to use swords because of this, Xie Heng 1 don't believe it.

How many days has the emperor returned to Beijing?I heard that the Imperial Physician was announced in the palace again this morning. King Jin was released less than a day ago, and King Duan's criminal department is still investigating. Does he have the strength to send his troops south?

If it was false to attack the Southern Zhou Dynasty, then why did the emperor send this imperial doctor?

There was a slight chill in Xie Heng's eyes: "I don't know about this small court meeting, and Guojiu and Lizhengtang haven't spoken to each other. I'm afraid that it's a fake to raise troops in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and it's true to call you into the palace."

He spoke plainly, but there was a bit of chill in his tone that could not be ignored, and he was far away from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was rumored to be weak and incompetent.

On the contrary, Qin Ye smiled, his handsome and stern face was like the first thaw in spring, showing gentleness and warmth.

He had had enough of laughing, and then he bent down very lightly, and kissed the corner of the lips of the person next to him.

The kiss was about to leave, but it brought a warm touch and affection, which easily dispelled the chill in Xie Heng's heart.

As soon as the murderous intent in Xie Heng's heart arose, it was dispelled by someone.

Qin Ye tightened his grip a little bit, and his slightly frowned eyebrows looked a little aggrieved: "It would be fine if I returned to Beijing last year and stayed in the mansion peacefully, but I relentlessly withdrew from His Highness's marriage, and even disregarded the holy will." Since I invited you back to Southern Border, the person in the Taiji Hall is vomiting blood one after another, it seems that he doesn't have a long-term appearance, and I'm afraid he doesn't want to keep me anymore."

It is clear that the fact that the knife is hanging high and the rabbit is dead, but it just came out of his mouth, without any imminent urgency, like an ordinary couple who occasionally mentions relatives who came to the countryside to fight the autumn wind when they are chatting.

Apart from complaining, there is actually a bit of intimacy and tactful charm.

Xie Heng blinked his eyes, looked at the people around him who were holding their arms up while complaining, without any resistance.

During the time spent with the ear disease, he rubbed against the people around him and said softly: "He can't keep you, what do you want to do?"

Qin Ye embraced his sweetheart in his arms, and was almost satisfied with the comfort in his heart. The almost insignificant resentment towards the emperor last night had long been forgotten, and he couldn't turn his head at all for a while.

After a long while, he barely managed to clear his thoughts from the chaos, and said vaguely: "The two people he put in have their tails tightened these days, and they don't socialize easily..."

"However, Lu Yanhe kept a close eye on it, and reported that the one before returning to the palace, one of the two went out of the palace and brought back some things."

He gave a low laugh, and spoke in a slow voice: "Perhaps that person from the Tai Chi Hall has changed his mind and thinks that this slow medicine is too slow, so he wants to give me a happy dose of medicine. Or maybe, he really cares about my body. Martial arts, and I don't want to make things too embarrassing, so I got some medicine to soften the tendons and relax the kung fu, and I will finish it in five days."

The emperor was probably not in a hurry at first, but he vomited so much blood a few days ago, he might have to think about the funeral in advance.

Whether it's for the sake of his own country forever, or for the history books not to be tainted with the stigma of killing parents and children.

Although it was only the beginning of autumn, the temperature in the room was considered suitable, and Xie Heng's heart still cooled down a little bit in an almost fiery embrace.

He could hardly figure it out... How could someone talk about such a matter of life and death so easily and freely?

He felt a bit dry and painful in his heart, but he didn't know how to comfort him. After hesitating for a while, he finally hugged her back gently. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

Qin Ye was only halfway through his words, and his emotions hadn't been brewed yet. Unexpectedly, the prince made a sudden movement, and he leaned back slightly unexpectedly, and the two of them fell on the seat together.

Eyes met, Xie Heng was a little ashamed and disgusted with his own clumsiness, he opened his lips and teeth before saying anything, but felt something was wrong.

Some people are as free and easy as the wind on their lips, but their faces are aggrieved, and in private...

Uncomfortably hard.

The guilt and distress in Xie Heng's heart was like being bitten by a dog, a stray strand of hair drooped down, and he didn't care to say goodbye, just looked at him like this: "Qin, Yu, Zhi!"

Qin Ye saw through the thoughts in his heart, but he laughed in a low voice, and said in a soft tone: "I didn't tell lies."

Like a cat that has stolen the fish, he leaned on the situation lazily, with a bit of pride on his face, as if he had succeeded in a trick, and he raised four fingers without any strength: "Everything I said is true, I hope your highness ..."

"Mingjian."

Sensing the different meaning, Xie Heng's ears turned red, and he gave him a harmless look.

This person has not kept this broken rule in front of him for many years, but now he picks up the word of minister.

If it weren't for the current scene, there might still be good people who would believe that Qin Ye is a loyal minister and filial son.

Qin Ye lost his scruples, turned over and stood up, and easily pressed His Highness the Crown Prince who was half sitting up again.

"The sharp blade hangs by the neck..." he said, "Can't I let Chen Mudanhua die for a while?"

He kissed without thinking, and put aside all the skills that he had refined these days, without any delay, and even seemed a little clumsy.

When they parted again, Xie Heng panted lightly, his mind was also filled with the word eroticism, and he could hardly hold anything else.

The person in front of him is suffering from suffocation, is he feeling better?

He looked at the still early sky outside the window, and thought something absurd in his heart, but what he said was completely different.

"I was thinking about..." He gasped for breath and felt that he had fallen, and was obviously silent for a while.

Xie Heng's tutor in his previous life was a bit rigid and strict. In his bones, he was somewhat framed by etiquette dogma.

You can use unscrupulous means to deal with enemies, and you can adapt to the situation when you are in a difficult situation, but you must always follow the rules when dealing with your loved ones, right?

He kept thinking, when everything in front of him was settled, and the court and the public would know that Qin Ye entered his room through the front door instead of climbing over the wall, and then...

Do this joyful thing.

But now this scene...

Xie Heng gritted his teeth, forcing himself to expel the thoughts of "discomfort with etiquette" and "Xuan X" from his mind, and obeyed the thought that was always jumping in his heart.

Looking at the roof with intricate patterns above his head, he didn't know what he was thinking, let alone what he was talking about.

"As you wish," he said.

The clarity that Qin Ye had always held in his mind was finally blown away by his two short words.

Instead, there was the beast that had been dormant for a long time in his chest, salivating.

He suddenly kissed Xie Heng again.

"His Royal Highness, speak golden words."

"Repent...it's too late."

In a blink of an eye, the sky darkened again.

The night was as thick as insoluble ink, and when the lights in the courtyard were turned on without warning, the blushing voices in the inner bedroom finally stopped.

Yun Zhou prepared a sweat towel and handkerchief and waited outside the door, but he didn't expect that the one who came out to call someone this time was actually Qin Ye who hastily put on a coat.

Looking from Yun Zhou's angle, the father-in-law was not wearing anything underneath, and there were several battle-hardened wounds on his fair skin, as well as some faint red marks.

The robe belonged to His Highness the Crown Prince, and it was woven with gold threads to form the dragon pattern, but it was obviously not pityed by the owner, and it was casually torn and wrinkled.

He stared in astonishment, then looked away in a panic, and the words stuck in his throat as he wanted to ask if he was going to take a bath in the soup pool, he couldn't answer for a long time, and could only watch Qin Ye uncomfortably and unreasonably speaking. After receiving it, he hastily lifted the curtain and turned around.

There was a faint sound of water coming from the room, as well as one or two intermittent but clear voices that belonged exclusively to His Royal Highness.

That is, some sand.