[Soldiers Assault Gao Yuan] Flowers and beautiful family members

Liang Chengyuan came out of the dark room, opened the door, was dazzled by the strong afternoon sun, couldn't help covering it up with his hands, and the fine pieces of sunlight leaked on his face from between his fingers, Liang Chengyuan squinted his eyes and looked at In the courtyard, there are two Populus euphratica trees that are very common on the edge of the desert. If someone takes care of them, they will look much better than the withered and yellow ones in the desert. The trunks are straight and the leaves are lush. Standing under the trees is a man with a straight waist. Hearing the "creaking" opening of the wooden door here, he lowered his head and turned slightly to this side, his eyes glanced at him thankfully, his sword eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his facial features were straight.

Liang Chengyuan's face softened, he put down his hands covering his eyes, and walked up to Gao Cheng in a few steps: "Brother Gao...eh?" Before he could finish his sentence, he was pushed and shoved against the tree trunk next to him, Gao Cheng's sword eyebrows Frowning tightly, the handsome face that he admired just now is close in front of his eyes, but it's a little... hideous.

Liang Chengyuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at Gao Cheng's hand grabbing his skirt: "Brother Gao, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? What do you mean by asking me?" Gao Cheng's face was livid: "If I don't tell you the truth, you really think I'm a fool? Shopkeeper Liang, should I call you... the little prince?"

The person who was pressed on the tree showed no embarrassment of being exposed, and even couldn't help chuckling, his tone was no longer the old-fashioned one for more than a month, with the usual teasing: "I knew I couldn't hide it from Gao Hou. Master's eyes are nothing more than deception!"

"You pretend, why don't you pretend? Brother Gao, isn't Brother Gao very cheerful?" Gao Cheng disliked his appearance the most. Although it wasn't that face, his eyes were twinkling. The smile engraved in his heart.

"Master Gao..." Yuan Lang stretched out his hand and grabbed Gao Cheng's wrist that was pressed against his front: "Let me take a breath too..."

"Isn't there enough room for you to breathe? Yuan Lang, I, Gao Cheng, am not a person who hides my head and shows my tail. I will ask you today, I will ask you..." Gao Cheng's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and he gritted his teeth: "Are you coming to the west? Looking for that woman?"

"Which one?" Yuan Lang didn't expect him to ask such a question, he was taken aback for a moment, then thought of Princess Cicada in the room, his eyes flickered slightly: "If so?"

Gao Cheng's hands stopped, but he relaxed a little, but his face was dark and difficult to distinguish: "Are you... are you going to marry her?"

This time it was Yuan Lang's turn to have a weird expression. After blinking his eyes, he sneered and laughed: "Master Gao, Gao Cheng, are you...jealous?" Almost two people's faces will be pasted together.

Gao Cheng was taken aback by Yuan Lang's closeness, he could smell Yuan Lang's usual scent of spices on his nose, he smelled it carefully, but it was gone, he didn't know if it was a hallucination, he couldn't help but put his face closer to Yuan Lang's neck , smelling it carefully.

Yuan Lang was used to being in the sensual arena, so he got closer just now because he was thicker-skinned than Gao Cheng, subconsciously teasing this blushing person, but Gao Cheng didn't hide, but came up to him instead. Sniffing around his neck, his body stiffened involuntarily, and he turned his head instinctively, his face, which Wu Zhe Qihuan jokingly called thicker than the city wall, turned red: "Gao, Gaocheng, what are you doing?"

Only then did Gao Cheng stand up straight, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "What sachet do you have on you? The smell is very special..."

Yuan Lang lowered his head and smelled himself, and suddenly remembered that in order to let the white-legged falcon who sent the letter find him accurately, he had always carried a sachet for sending the letter, which is supposed to be invisible to people.Thinking of this, Yuan Lang raised his head and looked at Gao Cheng with malicious intentions, and slammed his whole body closer to Gao Cheng, because he was a little lower than Gao Cheng. He said in a low voice: "This is the spice of passing on the letter. You can smell it. Then you will be able to find me by this smell..."

After all, Gao Cheng was not as thick-skinned as Yuan Lang. He blushed, took a step back, and looked left and right: "What do I, I, and I want you for?"

"Aren't you looking for me? Forget it, I have to go back and see if the cicada is better!" Yuan Lang made a gesture to leave.

Gao Cheng came back to his senses, grabbed him, and hurriedly asked: "You risked your life to come to Xijiang, is it really because of this woman?"

Yuan Lang was noncommittal, but just looked at Gao Cheng: "This...in fact, it doesn't have much to do with you, does it? Could it be that because I left Yunzhou, you want to catch me to the south of the Yangtze River and give it to Emperor Shen to show your loyalty?"

Gao Cheng's face was ugly, the hand holding Yuan Lang's arm became more and more forceful, his eyes fixed on Yuan Lang, for a while, as if suddenly discouraged, he slowly let go, bowed his head and stood there motionless.

Yuan Lang looked back at him and sighed softly: "Tomorrow I will send someone to take you to the border town. I still have some things to deal with. After a while... I will go to you..."

It wasn't until Yuan Lang walked to the door that Gao Cheng suddenly called him: "Yuan Lang!"

Yuan Lang turned back in response, the two of them didn't speak for a while, Gao Cheng suddenly remembered that it was the first time he called his name so seriously, he stared blankly at the strange face for a long time, his lips twitched a few times, and said softly : "Tomorrow, I'm leaving. Tonight, can you, can you drink with me?"

Yuan Lang didn't expect that he was talking about this, he was startled for a moment, then suddenly loosened his brows, nodded, turned and walked into the door, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

It was night, Gao Cheng was arranged by the servants in the yard to a side room in front of him. The room was clean and tidy. It was estimated that Yuan Lang had ordered in advance that after the servants brought bath water, they brought a plate of food and a jug of wine. , After Gaocheng took a bath, he saw a plate of sauced meat on the small table in the outer room, and he didn't recognize the rest, so he couldn't help but go and smell them, they all looked good and smelled delicious.

"What? Can't wait to taste the food on the edge of the desert?" Yuan Lang stood by the door silently.

Even though he has long been used to his elusiveness, Gao Cheng frowned, and then looked over, it was still Liang Chengyuan's face, so he lowered his head and snorted: "Did you prepare?"

"Yes, they are some local snacks. I think they taste pretty good!" Yuan Lang pointed to the bowl of milky food in the middle, which exudes the aroma of wine, and said, "This is called unstrained spirits. It's sweet and smells like wine." Pointing to a bowl of what looked like noodles on the other side: "This is stuffed skin, you must have eaten jelly there in Yunzhou, the taste is definitely not bad! And this..." Yuan Lang stretched out When he shot, he froze for a moment.

Gao Cheng's hand suddenly grabbed Yuan Lang's jaw, and his body also leaned over, with ambiguous movements.Yuan Lang's gaze moved up slowly, and finally met Gao Cheng's gaze. Yuan Lang put his fingers on Gao Cheng's pulse gate: "What is the meaning of Lord Gao?"

Gao Cheng didn't care that Yuan Lang could completely lose his martial arts with a single effort, and asked with a bit of solemnity in his eyes: "Are you nervous when you're with me?"

Yuan Lang's eyes took on a different color: "How do you say that?"

"Why have you ever said so much nonsense?" Gao Cheng's fingers were a little bit stronger, and Yuan Lang's head was raised by him: "Yuan Lang, let me ask you, if you didn't mean it, why did you bother to provoke me?"

Yuan Lang's breath was stagnant, and he blinked a few times: "How did I offend Lord Gao?"

"Outside Yunzhou City!" Gao Cheng paused every word, and suddenly the fingers pinching Yuan Lang's jaw began to rub lightly, and his thumb came to Yuan Lang's slightly thick lips bit by bit, lingering around his lips.

"Gao Cheng..." Yuan Lang was not used to this flirtatious touch at a disadvantage, so he grabbed Gao Cheng's wrist: "Enough is enough..."

Gao Cheng's fingers stopped, and finally withdrew his hand, bowing his head and couldn't help laughing.

Yuan Lang felt uncomfortable when he laughed, and asked with a frown, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at me, Gaocheng, and one day I will flirt with a good family like a dude... Ahem, handsome man! But..."

Knowing that there was nothing good to say, Yuan Lang followed his lead and asked, "How about it?"

"Your face now really makes me uninterested!" Gao Cheng said with a bit of teasing, but also with a bit of pleading: "I want to see your face!"

"I don't have any scars on my face, what's there to see!" Yuan Lang let go of Gao Cheng's wrist, and touched the scar on his face with his fingers.

Gao Chenghun didn't care, but seeing Yuan Lang like this, the affection in his eyes was tactful.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Yuan Lang finally sighed, raised his hand to touch his ear, and gently tore off the disguise on his face, because there was no medicine, several places were torn red.

Gao Cheng looked longingly at the familiar eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose as the mask fell off. The skin on his face may have looked a little pale because he hadn't seen the sun for many days, making those red spots more obvious.

The author has something to say:

This article is indeed getting more and more difficult to write. It is getting more and more difficult to grasp the tone of this article. If you are not careful, you will go in another direction uncontrollably. I often write for an afternoon and find that it is far from the original setting. Thousands of miles away, then delete and rewrite.

The general direction is set, Gaocheng will be the emperor in the end, but this positioning is difficult to write in some turning points, so I have to intersperse some other articles when writing this article, firstly, to change my mind, and secondly, to give more I have some time to write some plots more closely!