It is said that you attacked me in a dream

"You, next time... next time you...give me a hello before you come in!" The national teacher was suddenly drained of all his strength, and his body was limply in the emperor's arms, with his hands resting on those strong shoulders, With the ups and downs of the following movements.

"Which time have I not... how about it, is it still uncomfortable?" Yan Yanglin asked suppressedly, and the movement of Long Gen's hemming and puffing became faster and faster, until there was some mucus that was rubbing and making water stains and stirring sounds .

Gradually, the crisp and melodious voices of the whole Imperial Study Room, which was brightly lit with candles, repeated and repeated like a raging fire.

"Bastard, you give... me, let me slow down..."

Apart from the indirect groaning, Jiang Huaixue bit Yan Yanglin's lips, from being out of breath to fumbling like gulping dates, and because of being rubbed and rubbed more quickly Feeling a little bit but unable to suppress the tide-like pleasure, he yelled out fragmented monosyllables comfortably, but the stimulated nerves made him unable to control his senses, and the saliva that was too late to swallow slowly slid down the corners of his lips down, but happened to be licked by the emperor and put into his lips.

There are stars and stars outside the door, and the long night passed so painfully and happily...

On the next day, Yan Yanglie received the imperial decree and the exit warrant from the emperor early in the palace, as well as a team of escorts.

However, three days later when everything about the itinerary was ready, Yan Yanglie resigned all the escorts back to the emperor before departure, and replaced them with Ye Huaiqing, who had almost recovered from his leg injury and was full of complaints, and two hidden guards, one Yang Zhi.

When the emperor learned that Yan Yanglie had returned all the guards to Weiyang City, he was furious in the imperial study after a memorial was dropped.

The chief executive is a shrewd person, I am afraid that the emperor lost his temper in two or three days, and his eunuch's consolation is useless, so he decided to go to Jiangguo Mansion.

Here, the moment Ye Huaiqing got into the carriage, his eyes never rested, staring at the expressionless Yan Yanglie, with sadness coming from it.

In fact, the prince is on a business trip, so it doesn't matter to him as a concubine.However, it seems that the body worn by the soul not only has the physique of summoning souls, but also always likes to share things that have nothing to do with him.

At that time, he scratched his head and asked why, but that day Yan Yanglie's indistinct "I want to use you" forced him out in a daze.

But they forced him out, but they didn't tell him anything. It was obvious that poison and medicine were sold in the stuffy gourd, and there was a lot of suspense to make him use his brain for entertainment on the way.

It really made him feel like he was going to die.

Yang Zhi, the manager, seems to always be a low-level labor slave who carries Yan Yanglie's saddle and horse with him and who is forced to pay for free. He sits firmly as a coachman and sells cheap labor to drive his horse forward. Willing to speak out, but in front of the prince, he is just a servant who obeys orders, just like a dumb man who eats coptis and cannot tell what he is suffering.

Just like this swaying and bumping all the way, the atmosphere inside and outside the carriage was extremely depressing, making people feel dull and unbearable.

Ye Huaiqing was also a person who couldn't stand loneliness. The steady and rhythmic shaking of the carriage made him change a hundred and eight postures, but he couldn't fill the emptiness in his heart.

He subconsciously looked at Yan Yanglie, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days. He had been in a state of closing his eyes and resting his mind since he got on the carriage and set off until now.

Another glance at the two silent guards in the car, a poker face exactly like Yan Yanglie's, a bit young and mature, wearing a black cloak and holding a life-like sword, his empty eyes are always watching Outside the window, the unmoving posture has not changed from beginning to end, and it looks like a zombie that has lost its soul.

The other dark guard was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he looked much more pleasing to the eye when he was rosy. Not to mention, his brows and eyes were lively and lively, which was very pleasing.

But just staring at him all the time, biting his dry black fingernails, hesitant to speak, his pair of phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was looking at an unpredictable antique.

He lifted his eyelids and sighed. He couldn't take it anymore and finally moved towards the child on his right, and asked, "What's your name?" Also, why do you keep looking at me like that? Stick something unclean?"

Subconsciously, he touched his smooth face.

The child let go of the black nails on his mouth, as if he could finally speak, he opened his dark eyes at the same time, shook his head and curled his lips: "Back to the third son, the subordinate's name is good intentions, Good intentions with bad intentions."

The voice is mellow and soft, obviously the voice of a baby who has not yet opened his throat.

Oh, can you stop being so motherly and make people's liver tremble?

Ye Huaiqing smiled again: "How much kindness is that?"

Clearing his throat kindly, he replied, "This subordinate just turned seventeen this year."

The sound is clear and slightly low, and the timbre is distinct.

The corner of Ye Huaiqing's mouth twitched: "What's the matter with your voice? Is the voice changing period abnormal?"

He blinked kindly: "No, this subordinate just came to tease the third son on a whim. However, the third son is a little different from what the subordinate imagined."

Ye Huaiqing scratched his head and laughed twice, ashamed, he said: "Then what, I lost my memory after bumping my head before, more or less changed."

As soon as the words were finished, the carriage jolted, and the curtains on both sides of the side box were thrown open, and a faint autumn breeze slowly drifted in.

Good intentions took advantage of this to lean comfortably on the window frame with one hand and propped up his chin, and returned a smile: "So that's the case, let me tell you, in the past, the third son was always clinging to the prince, how can he be so peaceful as he is now."

Ye Huaiqing silently bent his eyebrows again, thinking to himself how clingy Ye Huaiqing was before, even the hidden guards were so clear about it, did he still have integrity? This is...

At this moment, Yan Yanglie, who felt a little noisy in his ears, yawned a little tiredly, his amber eyes were like a lazy leopard woken up and turned around in the carriage.

He glanced for a while, then quietly glanced over his hidden guard, and then squinted and landed on Ye Huaiqing's face to settle, and then he didn't turn around.

A familiar voice sounded in my ears again, and I lowered my intentions a little bit, and saw Ye Huaiqing sitting next to him kindly.

Ye Huaiqing covered his mouth and said: "By the way, let's not talk about this, do you know where the prince is going to do business this time? Why did you insist on bringing me?"

Looking at Yan Yanglie's sober eyes from the corner of the eye, he kindly replied: "I went to Linshui City, there seems to be a plague..."

Yan Yanglie: "..."

"W-what? Plague?" Ye Huaiqing suddenly exclaimed.

Yang Zhi who was outside the curtain of the car raised the curtain and looked in without knowing the situation. Except for Ye Huaiqing who looked a little nervous, everyone else in the car was fine, so she put down the curtain again.

"No, no, I seem to have made a mistake." She nodded kindly at the corners of her eyes, then shook her head and rubbed her chin and said, "It's not a plague, it's a famine. As for why the prince brought the third son with him, I don't quite know why."

"Khan, you scared me." Ye Huaiqing heaved a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be a famine.

However, within two seconds, Ye Huaiqing looked nervously at Yan Yanglie who had already shifted his gaze, and moved his mouth, only to see Yan Yanglie who woke up at some point gave him a silent look, then continued to close his eyes, Obviously, she didn't want to talk to him, so she swallowed back the words she had tucked into her mouth.

Forget it, take one step at a time, anyway, it’s not enough to go out to visit the mountains and rivers, and I may not tell him the reason for asking Yan Yanglie.

The carriage gradually slowed down, probably because the horse was tired or hungry after driving for a long time, Ye Huaiqing brushed aside the curtain at hand and at the same time turned his upper body slightly to see where he was.

He had enjoyed a piece of peaceful suburban scenery, but he also saw a brown and black wild horse closely following the carriage a hundred meters away, and it didn't look like someone got lost in the wilderness. livestock.

He couldn't help but turn around to ask for his kindness, and pointed to the horse.

He licked his lips kindly, and said softly, "That's the prince's favorite horse, Yuhong."

It's like giving a horse such a nice name, which is like a person's name.

Ye Huaiqing looked puzzled and said: "Then why didn't you put on the rein, just follow along while eating, so you won't be afraid of it getting lost?"

"It's okay." He rubbed his nose kindly and said, "Actually, Yu Hong is a wild horse with a strong temper. He doesn't like to be restrained, but he was raised by the prince himself, and he is very obedient."

Yan Yanglie: "..."

Why use the adjective lang.dang to describe a wild horse?

Ye Huaiqing was a little speechless, and then heard Haoyi taking something out of his arms, and said: "However, this Yuhong only gets close and listens to the prince alone, and only the prince can bind it. Usually the prince does not ride It will not put on the rein when it is in the wild. And this Yuhong does not like strangers approaching, even us hidden guards. Once approaching it, it will become irritable, its eyes will be crazy, and it will always die If you kick people indiscriminately, you won’t be able to leave even if you don’t die.”

Huaiqing laughed dryly to conceal his inner indifference. This kind of wild horse, Yan Yanglie, would treat this kind of wild horse as a treasure.

Kindly chewed a peanut kernel in his mouth, and raised his chin towards the horse: "Well, there is San Gongzi, don't look at the shiny fur around its neck, it looks good, but it's nothing to worry about." Don't go along with the hair, otherwise the troublesome people under the horse's hooves, as long as the prince doesn't rescue them, I'm afraid they will have their roots cut off for the rest of their lives."

"With such a distorted and dark personality, is it still a horse..." Ye Huaiqing looked back at the horse again, sighing inwardly.

Daring has become fine.

Good intentions: "Isn't it?"

Ye Huaiqing looked at Yu Hong who was grazing with his head down again. Suddenly, Yu Hong let out two snorts and then let out a long hiss. Then he stepped towards the carriage as if frightened. His black and brown hair was wandering in the wind. Like a general who has won a battle, he is majestic and heroic.

In addition to humans, the senses of livestock are often sharp and alert, and some subtle sounds that humans cannot perceive, especially hidden dangers, will be discovered by it at the first moment.

Yang Zhi outside stopped the carriage when she heard Yu Hong's movement behind her, and Yan Yanglie inside immediately shouted calmly: "Yang Zhi, continue to drive."