After the emperor got married, he collapsed and set up

Xiao Yun and Shen Xiangliu, two big living people sitting not far from Yang Yanqing, were completely ignored by this flirting pair.

Seeing Yang Yanqing naturally took the long knife in Xiao Jinghe's hand and held it in his arms, and then was carried across the horse by a man in armor, Shen Xiangliu stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, and sighed to Xiao Yun: "It seems that only I'm here to bring the little boy."

"Thank you." Xiao Yun didn't say anything he could do. The emperor's courses are mixed, except for government affairs literature, the six arts of a gentleman are also his daily compulsory courses, but he understands that both Yang Yanqing and Shen Xiangliu want to protect him as much as possible. An Wei will propose to share a ride.

With Yang Yanqing in Xiao Jinghe's arms, he sat upright on the horse. Only now did he have the time to look around, his eyes stayed on the two corpses and the three-pointed weapon, and he turned to Shen Xiangliu and said, "Thank you, This time, the king owes you a favor."

Shen Xiangliu: "...?"

Is there such a good thing?

Shen Xiangliu, who was about to respond with a smile on his face, felt a gaze, and then saw the scholar in Xiao Jinghe's arms with a smile on his mouth, but there was a bright threat in his eyes.

"..." I knew it was not such a good thing!It's fine that this scholar doesn't suffer at all, and he doesn't even let others suffer from his own man's disadvantages!

Reluctantly refusing the favor from King Jingbei, Shen Xiangliu with an angry expression finally understood what Yang Yanqing just said, keeping silent when necessary, got on his horse blankly, and decided to be an emotionless emperor's guard.

As for Xiao Yun, Xiao Jinghe just glanced at him lightly, confirming that there was nothing missing, so he didn't bother to ask. On the contrary, it was Xiao Yun's eyes that made Xiao Jinghe frown and feel a little uncomfortable.

Why does that little boy's eyes seem to have a trace of... a kind of schadenfreude?

***

Entrusting Xiao Yun to Shen Xiangliu, Yang Yanqing didn't bother wandering around the Qingzhou camp. One was that he had stayed at the border gate in his previous life and he really didn't have much curiosity about the border military camp, and the other was because he was focusing on more important things.

"Master Yang, the general has an order that no one is allowed to enter." The soldiers guarding in front of the commander's camp looked at Yang Yanqing with some embarrassment.

As early as when the general and his cavalry brought the lord back, the news flew up and down the army like wings.Not only the Jingbei army, but even Qingzhou's prefectural garrison or ordinary people know that King Jingbei loathes other people's approach. How have they seen such a posture that King Jingbei can hold in his arms and take care of him!

Vice-General Jiang walked two steps there and was grabbed and asked. In the end, he was so annoyed that he couldn't even see the figure. He didn't tell the relationship between this young man who looked like a scholar and his general. He is respectfully called an adult, and the other is called a young master.

Before Yang Yanqing could speak, Jiang Qing's head had already come out from the gap behind the main tent: "Let Lord Yang go in, this is our general's treasure, you can't stop anyone!"

"But the general just came down from the battlefield..." If it was normal, the soldiers guarding the tent would not stop him, but the problem is the general at this moment, how is it normal?

Jiang Qing groped her chin and thought for a while, seeing that Yang Yanqing looked like an old god, she waved her hand to ask the soldiers guarding the tent to let Yang Yanqing in.

Coming out of the quiet place, Jiang Qing stood in front of the main tent and pondered for a while.

He let his sister-in-law in today, regardless of whether anything will happen or not, but his cousin's stubbornness and indulgence towards Mr. Yang, which he can't explain clearly. If Mr. Yang sees such a scene, I'm afraid this man After waking up, he must be beaten up. Should he find a place to hide first?

By the way, Mr. Liu didn't know where he went these two days. He must have been with the young master. It's better to stick to those two people to protect him. Cousin can't remember coming and going around the young master and beat him up. Bar?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qing patted the shoulders of the soldiers guarding the tent, and said earnestly: "Be careful, don't let anyone in."

After a pause, he added: "Thanks for your hard work."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and slipped away, leaving behind the soldiers who looked puzzled but continued to stand guarding the tent.

……

"go out!"

As soon as Yang Yanqing walked into the foot of the tent, someone threw a porcelain bowl over. The porcelain bowl shattered into several petals and hit the hem of the clothes, but Yang Yanqing did not frown at all.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Xiao Jinghe raised his head in displeasure, his pupils constricted suddenly when he found out that the person who came was Yang Yanqing through the blood-colored haze, and shouted even more sharply: "What are you doing here!"

The man's eyes were sharp and terrifying, if it was someone else, he would have been frightened and turned around to run away.

"Come and give you medicine." Yang Yanqing went straight to the bed and sat down, took out a porcelain pot with a look from his sleeve and held it in his hand, slightly raised his chin to signal to Xiao Jinghe, who was sitting behind the table with red eyes and ugly complexion, "Come here Undress."

Xiao Jinghe closed his eyes, lowered his head and tried his best to ignore the scholar in the tent, and said hoarsely with forbearance and warning: "I don't need it, get out."

After not hearing anything for a long time, Xiao Jinghe just breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to continue suppressing the tumbling impulse in his heart and the unstoppable neighing in his ears, the voice of Weng Ming in his head was still relentlessly chasing after him, making him just want to raise the issue now. Take a knife and go out to a place where there is no one to vent.

But he can't, he can't make the people of Qingzhou and the soldiers of the Jingbei Army feel that the majestic commander, King Jingbei who is the backbone of Qingzhou, is a lunatic who can't control himself.

The tip of his nose suddenly smelled a familiar smell, this time it was not the smell of incense, but a saponin smell unique to Yang Yanqing, with three points of sweetness and seven points of astringency, only when he was very close to the scholar only when you smell it.

Xiao Jinghe opened his eyes suddenly, and the next moment, his eyes were dark.

The warm palm covered Xiao Jinghe's eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly because of forbearance, as if itching the palm of the owner of this hand slightly, causing the person covering behind to laugh softly.

Yang Yanqing's lips approached Xiao Jinghe's ear, and he laughed in a low voice: "The prince's eyelashes are so long, and he looks like he has been bullied severely, making his heart itch."

Xiao Jinghe gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, almost breaking off the wooden armrest and crushing it.At this moment, he couldn't say anything, he gritted his teeth, he just felt that compared to this person's soft-spoken ecstasy, the desire to kill that he once regarded as difficult was nothing.

The desire in his mind to tempt him to go out and kill more blood was covered with a layer of pink skin. He lowered his figure, lowered his tone, and wrapped his reason with layers of mist that suffocated him. The thing that hindered desire was forcibly gouged out from his soul.

Yang Yanqing's voice was coaxing: "If the prince is willing to obediently let me take the medicine, and if the prince still asks me to go, I will go out, okay?"

At this moment, relying on the beast's love, the fox unscrupulously threatened the beast whose sanity was crumbling. The beast panted heavily, but still had no choice but to hold the fox's claws that were still making trouble. He dragged the ignorant fox to the edge of the bed, picked up the wound medicine on the side of the bed and stuffed it into the fox's claws, staring at the smug fox, "Apply the medicine!"

But the body distanced itself from Yang Yanqing.

The more Xiao Jinghe wanted to retreat, the more Yang Yanqing wanted to get closer. He took a step forward and forced Xiao Jinghe to sit on the edge of the bed. Yang Yanqing raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "Why is the lord afraid of a scholar? If you want to refuse, you want me to undress the prince...unbelt?"

Xiao Jinghe took a deep breath, biting his teeth tightly and pursing his lips into a straight line. The light armor and coat were torn off one by one by the hands so hard that the veins appeared faintly, and threw them aside. The obscene clothes that were connected together were torn apart, ignoring that the wound that had barely healed was torn again and blood gushed out.

Strands of blood slid down the man's muscles, Xiao Jinghe sat on the edge of the bed with a cold face, the pain made him more awake, his voice was a little softer than before, but still a little dry: "You Scholars, why are you rushing to see these blood stains?"

The original beauty in Yang Yanqing's mind was stuffed into a corner by him. He looked at the scars on Xiao Jinghe's body, and all the wounds that could hurt him through the armor were joints or joints of muscles and bones. Every movement would involve pain in the internal organs. At this time, those wounds were still oozing blood, and the smell of blood soon permeated the tent.

Xiao Jinghe's tent actually contained medicine for sores. As soon as Yang Yanqing came in, he saw the porcelain bottle of gauze on the table beside him and the two jars of wine beside him. He walked over and brought the two jars of wine without saying a word. He raised his hand and lifted the red seal on it.

Xiao Jinghe froze for a moment.

He knew the weight of those two jars of wine, how could Yang Yanqing carry these two jars of wine so easily?

"Be patient." Yang Yanqing said softly, the gauze had already been dipped in spirits and began to gently wipe the wound on Xiao Jinghe's right shoulder.

Xiao Jinghe's body didn't flinch at all, only his muscles trembled subconsciously for a moment.

Yang Yanqing's movements were not useless gentle caresses. When it was time to press and squeeze out the dirty blood, his white hands like jade were not soft at all, and he even carefully peeled off the obscene clothes scraped on the wound because of Xiao Jinghe's rude movements just now.

Because there are armors protecting the vital parts of his body, after cleaning, there are only three bleeding wounds in front of Xiao Jinghe. Yang Yanqing smeared the ointment on the gauze and covered the wounds one by one and wrapped them up. However, he unexpectedly found dense welt marks all over the man's back.

The last time Xiao Jinghe dressed in front of him, he didn't see these scars, but looking at the healing marks of those welts, it should have been old wounds many years ago, but it was precisely because of this that Yang Yanqing was even more angry.

After Xiao Jinghe took over as King Jingbei, no one dared to treat a first-rank prince like this. These whip wounds did not seem to be long enough, and it should be caused by the lack of strength of the person who used the whip. The only one who saw this was the woman he once called his concubine mother.

Feeling that Yang Yanqing's movements stopped, Xiao Jinghe seemed to be aware of it and turned his head slightly: "Why... um!"

Xiao Jinghe snorted, his back muscles tensed suddenly, and the warm breath behind him slowly slid down his back. The moist touch gently soothed those old scars that he had regarded as shame, but the sensitive The sense of touch seemed to lick into the softest part of his heart in an instant.At that moment, it seemed that the little boy who was a little cowardly and could only hide in the closet and cry silently, finally waited for someone who opened the closet and pulled him out.

Gentle and patient, she comes with light, but it is more dazzling than the light in this world, burning the soul.

The scars that had been covered up because of shame suddenly became insignificant at this moment.

"My lord is wondering why I can carry those two jars of wine?" Yang Yanqing slowly covered Xiao Jinghe's neck with his arms, carefully avoiding the wound on Xiao Jinghe's shoulder.

"Why?" When the voice came out, Xiao Jinghe realized that there was suppressed desire and longing in his voice, not for the blood, but for the person behind him who wanted to tear it apart and put it into his arms but couldn't touch it.

"Because... I took Dr. Gan's new medicine." Yang Yanqing gently bit the tip of Xiao Jinghe's ear, and the tip of his tongue slid across the arc of the ear. A shallow, but suggestive smile overflowed from the scholar's throat, " I was not poisoned six years ago, but I am not as inexperienced as I am now... Is the prince willing to waste this rare opportunity, rare medicinal properties?"

Xiao Jinghe once again raised his hand to grab Yang Yanqing's wrist, but this time, he directly turned sideways and pulled the scholar behind him into his arms forcefully, ignoring the gauze that was faintly bleeding from his movements, using his last shaky self-control Ask Yang Yanqing: "Are you sure?"

Yang Yanqing raised his hand to hook the man who had been moaning after leaving the battlefield, pulled Xiao Jinghe's head off, and opened his mouth to bite Xiao Jinghe's lips. Instead of a gentle touch, he bit hard like a vengeful fox. He took a bite, and then, with the faint blood between his lips and teeth, he hooked his lips to provoke the dangerous and squinted general: "My lord, you must remember this feeling. From now on, such burning and uncontrollable pain will be called longing for me, do you understand?"

It's not the desire for blood, the desire for war, but because of the desire for me, it is on the verge of losing control and cannot be restrained.

Yang Yanqing leaned forward and gently pecked and kissed the wound on Xiao Jinghe's lips in a comforting manner, and whispered: "It's enough for the prince to remember me."

Having said that, Xiao Jinghe didn't want to endure such teasing anymore, turned over and pressed Yang Yanqing on the bed, propped on top of the scholar, his eyes were like a turbulent undercurrent: "What if the king wants to remember more?"

Yang Yanqing chuckled, the laughter was like wisps of mist of desire wrapping around Xiao Jinghe's reason again, breaking apart all the calmness and self-control of the man.

"As much as the prince wants, he can have as much."

……

The surroundings are very dark, and my thoughts have been ups and downs in the darkness without the light for an unknown period of time. Suddenly, the sky is whitened by the advancing light, and the darkness is pierced, and light-colored, scattered light shines in.

It's just that the greedy glutton was not satisfied with the coming of the day, the desire to devour it made it bite the bright moon again, and the darkness swept the whole world. The package, no longer see a trace of gap.

The author has something to say:

Yang Yanqing: After finally doing something, I don’t know how long it will be weak when I look back. It’s only worthwhile if I have enough money!

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: there is only one in Qianyu;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Sun Mirror Yu; 1 bottle of Kezhi, cypress&frost;

Tie Tie Babies~ Meme Chirp!