After the emperor got married, he collapsed and set up

Xiao Jinghe doubted his ears.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yang Yanqing tilted his head to stare at him, frowned, and repeated softly: "Mo Zou is too tall."

High?

Xiao Jinghe glanced at Mo Zai, who had a horse face and an innocent face. This height...why wouldn't it be impossible to go up...right?

I don't know if it's because the impression Yang Yanqing left on him was too changeable, or because the scholar didn't bend his back even if he acted weakly and said soft words, Xiao Jinghe swallowed the doubts that came up in his throat, Taking a step forward, he held Yang Yanqing's waist and lifted him up and placed him on the saddle properly.

Yang Yanqing lowered his head: "Aren't you coming up?"

His voice was different from the clear one in the past, it sounded a little hoarse, and his tone was very soft as if he had no strength to speak.

Xiao Jinghe held the rein and stiffened for a moment, turned his back to the scholar sitting on the horse's back and lowered his head to appease Mo Xiao, who seemed a little restless and dissatisfied at this moment, who had never been ridden by anyone before: "This king is holding Mo Xiao, and he will not fall." gentlemen."

Yang Yanqing didn't make a sound, just looked down at him quietly.

The sight cast from above made Xiao Jinghe feel uncomfortable all over. He couldn't help but raised his head and was about to say something, when he immediately noticed that although the expression of the person sitting immediately was still the same, his eyes seemed a little dazed.

Xiao Jinghe sensed something was wrong: "Sir?"

"My lord." Yang Yanqing let go of the mane, and tilted his head.

There seemed to be noisy birds chirping in my ears.

It made his brain ache.

Yang Yanqing heard himself say: "Go to Fuzhou, don't look back."

Then, the ears finally became quiet.

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"Wake up? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Yang Yanqing opened his eyes and faced the magnified handsome face in front of him, raised his fingers to push the hair that fell down and touched his cheek, but regretfully found that he was still in a state of powerlessness and aggrieved.

The noisy bird chirping in my ears disappeared, replaced by the ragged sound of firewood crackling.

This eased his headache a lot.

"...It's okay." He answered slowly, closed his eyes and gathered his strength to sit up slowly, leaning his back against the tree trunk next to him, only then did he realize that there was a thick black cloak under his body.

The sky is dark, and some stars dotted in the night sky can be caught through the bare branches of the trees in the forest.

Mo Xiao and Hei Ying were not by their side, Xiao Jinghe saw that Yang Yan had calmed down, so he sat back by the fire, picked up the thick branches next to him, and stirred up the fire in the dark night.

Martian crackled because of his movements. Looking at it from Yang Yanqing's point of view, the face that was always cold and serious was coated with a layer of warm light.

"Thank you."

Xiao Jinghe's ears twitched, but he didn't turn his head: "Caught Mr. for this king?"

It was hard for him to describe how thrilling he felt when he saw the scholar lose consciousness and fall from the horse.

This scholar is really weak physically, and his temperament is first-class stubborn and can be suppressed.

"For the hard work of the prince all the way."

Although Yang Yanqing couldn't identify where the two were at this time, it could be inferred from the scratches and tears on the hem of Xiao Jinghe's clothes that Xiao Jinghe did not look back, and chose to go all the way with him in a coma.

Withstood this period of time, I don't know how many waves of snipers came.

Xiao Jinghe accepted the thank you calmly, and then took Yang Yanqing's piano and put it in his hand: "As a husband, you should."

Yang Yanqing's brows moved slightly: "A husband?"

Xiao Jinghe turned back without changing his expression: "What? Worshiping heaven and earth, telling Gaotang, drinking together, which one have we never done?"

"My lord is right." Yang Yanqing nodded in agreement, with a taught expression on his face, and then changed his words very naturally: "Husband, I'm a little cold."

Xiao Jinghe froze in place.

"My lord, your ears are red." Yang Yanqing pointed out Xiao Jinghe's reaction very calmly, and sighed lightly, "As a husband, shouldn't you protect your sick wife from the cold at this time?"

Xiao Jinghe seemed to be glued to the stone, motionless.

He raised his hands in embarrassment to cover his red earlobes, and said forcefully, "No, you read it wrong!"

Yang Yanqing smiled and said nothing, turned his eyes away from the tree trunk and raised his eyes to the sky.

Even though his viscera were being torn apart, he still felt that such a sky was far better than the darkness among the brick and tile buildings in the capital.

The firewood is still crackling, and the autumn and winter nights are always chilly.

Accompanied by the rustling of his clothes, Xiao Jinghe moved himself to the front of Yang Yanqing's side, his broad shoulders blocked the wind, and carefully kept a punch distance from Yang Yanqing.

"This place is not far from Fuzhou. This king knows the purpose of your trip, but you shouldn't be alone..." Xiao Jinghe's admonition came to an abrupt end, the muscles on his back tightened suddenly, and his whole body stretched into a hard rock.

Xiao Jinghe knew that this scholar always liked to tease him, maybe it was because of his uncontrollable embarrassment every time, or maybe it was because he wanted to divert his attention, but no matter what the reason was, every time, he would be as close as Yang Yanqing. archenemy.

As far as he is concerned, the threat posed by a mere Yang Yanqing far surpasses the hundreds of thousands of enemy troops on the frontier battlefield. Xiao Jinghe grew up in the army and has gone through countless battles without defeat. Perfect until the end, he was no match for this man's three-word and two-word smile Yanyan, which made him on the verge of defeat several times.

Xiao Jinghe didn't want to bow his head - especially when he was not sure of controlling Yang Yanqing - for the sake of those who stood behind him and supported him, he must not bow his head either.

Honey arsenic｜Cream, beauty is like a knife.

"Does the lord have a plum tree?" Yang Yanqing pressed his forehead against Xiao Jinghe's broad back, and raised his hand to describe the smooth and powerful undulating arc through the thick autumn and winter clothes.

"I bought tree seeds." Xiao Jinghe clenched his hands into fists on his knees, and the pain of his nails piercing into the flesh reminded him how tempting the warmth of leaning against his back was a tempting trap.

The slender white hand was covered with a fist with bulging veins, and the cold jade was thrown into the raging fire. The scorching temperature made the owner of the jade let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Xiao Jinghe's eyes staring at the fire in front of him were already dyed red.

"Have you had enough trouble, sir?" The man's cold and suppressed voice was already carrying a warning.

"I'm just too cold, and I don't want to do anything." With a low smile in his hoarse voice, Yang Yanqing once again threw out a tempting invitation to Xiao Jinghe, "But as a reward for keeping warm, the prince can advance a part of the plum tree." The bet. I just don't know if the prince... is interested?"

Xiao Jinghe's original movement of pulling his hand away stopped.

"Mister is lying to me again." Xiao Jinghe's eyes gradually turned from hesitation to firmness, and his back straightened a bit.

Yang Yanqing's fingers were very calm, as if he really only leaned on this big stove for warmth.

Because of his physical discomfort, his voice was not as clear as it used to be. His slightly hoarse voice carried hints of bewilderment, like vines entangled with Xiao Jinghe's firm willpower: "People who are sick will always have some unconsciousness in their minds. A rare opportunity, is the prince going to miss it?"

Xiao Jinghe's Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and the scholar behind him just pressed his forehead gently against him, but there was a sharp pain like a knife point piercing his skin for no reason.

"Marry me, seduce me, investigate me, intend to subdue me—" Xiao Jinghe's voice became hoarse, and he took the hand that was already stained with his body temperature on the back of his hand and held it in his palm. The scholar leaned forward and stuck his whole body on his back. For the first time in front of Yang Yanqing, he abandoned all the self-proclaimed distance, "Mr., all the actions are all for the kindness of the late emperor to you?"

"What did the late emperor give you to make you treat each other so heartily?"

Yang Yanqing leaned against Xiao Jinghe's hot back, thought for a moment and replied, "The first emperor? Probably... gave me another life."

"Conferring a marquis and worshiping a minister, giving power to the government and the public? These are not only given by the late emperor. According to Mr.'s talent, no matter which emperor he is, he will treat him with sincerity." Xiao Jinghe's understanding is obviously not what Yang Yanqing expressed. with implicit hints.

Yang Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Xiao Jinghe spoke with anger: "Sir, if the late emperor or the Holy One really valued you like a treasure, Mr. Today would not be hunted down and fled in embarrassment like this. This king has always thought that Mr. is a very smart person. "

He didn't spend much time alone with Yang Yanqing, but there were already two times when this person walked back and forth on the verge of life and death.

Not to mention the places he couldn't see countless times, the threshold of the Hall of Hades might have been smoothed by the soles of the scholar's boots.

"They are both first-rank, but the life of an emperor teacher is more valuable than me, a first-rank prince."

"The Emperor's Master is still recuperating in Jingbei Prince's Mansion, why did he appear in the wilderness thousands of miles away from the capital?" Yang Yanqing warmed one hand, and the other hand felt a little dissatisfied with the loneliness of being harshly treated, and began to restless Seeking the heat from Xiao Jinghe, "If I die here, it's just a villager in the countryside who died at the hands of bandits, so what does it matter?"

Xiao Jinghe gritted his teeth and endured the numbness of being scratched back and forth on his lower back, and turned his back to capture Yang Yanqing's other hand accurately, pinching it in the palm of his hand and depriving it of its freedom.

This kind of posture is really not what Yang Yanqing wants, it is warmer, but it is really not comfortable.

And before making a better choice, he will never make things difficult for himself.

Xiao Jinghe asked him: "In the eyes of Mr., how is this king?"

"This question is a little difficult. Only enough warmth can make me think clearly... and I can answer the prince."

Yang Yanqing could feel that the current Xiao Jinghe was like a wild beast that suppressed his breath, every inch of his veins was filled with ruthlessness that wanted to hunt and plunder, but he seemed afraid of scaring the fragile prey, so he could only pant and crawl on his huge body Try to suppress the hunger and thirst in your throat and the loneliness between your teeth.

His ears caught the panting of the beast, his hands felt the pressure of the beast's tightening force, and then he sent himself into the arms of the beast.

"Hold me." Yang Yanqing's voice was very low, with rare softness and request.

Xiao Jinghe couldn't refuse Yang Yanqing - he couldn't do it before, and he still can't now.

It's strange, but Yang Yanqing, who also doesn't like being close to others, likes the feeling of being hugged by Xiao Jinghe very much, especially when he feels a steady stream of heat flowing from his back to his limbs.

It gave him a real, alive feeling.

The beating heat and firmness in the chest of this body gave him more strength than the coldness of the power in the court.

Or, he enjoyed the process of taming the beast with himself.

Yang Yanqing's upper body was trapped in Xiao Jinghe's arms, and his two hands were bound by the man's force in the big hands, unable to move: "Does the prince know what a country looks like when it perishes?"

The throat of the beast, which was clearly subduing its prey in its arms, became thirstier. He lowered his head slightly, instinctively looking for an outlet for relief.

"have you seen?"

"Yeah... I've seen it."

The author has something to say:

Yang Yanqing: Oh, you also want the gift package from the late emperor?

Xiao Jinghe (wronged): I want a big gift bag from my husband.The comment area said every day that I can't do it!

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It's so strange, the comment section boasting the beauty of Mr. Yang on the cover can't be seen at the front desk... Mr. Yang is so terrifying (take a breath)