Prison Dragon

Where are you going?

Compared to the world, the imperial palace is really pitifully small; compared to the lonely and hesitant Yang You, this small imperial palace seems to be boundless, making him lose his way.

He walked forward in a daze, Li Fei's teary eyes and Yang Ni's cute gestures appeared alternately in front of his eyes, the once familiar beliefs were washed away by the torrent of emotion, leaving only a bewildered child standing in place.

He walked back to the room silently, lying on the bed motionless.

Ao Chen was reading the script on the small bed opposite the bed, came over and sat on the side of the bed and stroked his hair, "What's wrong?"

Yang You buried his head in the pillow, "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Ao Chen's fingers slowly stroked his forehead, "It's fine just now."

Yang You turned over, lay on his back on the bed and looked at Ao Chen: "I want to be sealed outside, but my mother won't allow it, she wants me to stay in the capital."

Ao Chen nodded, "It sounds like your mother is right. There are indeed many more opportunities to stay in the capital than outside."

"It's not this problem." Yang You sat up and rubbed his face, and said the subtle relationship between himself and the emperor.

He looked at Ao Chen anxiously, thinking that Ao Chen would show a disgusted expression, but Ao Chen rubbed his chin and tried hard to recall: "Father-son blind date, why do I think this is very familiar? Could it be an ancestor of your family who did it?" Pass?"

Yang You thought for a while, and found that it was really possible, "Pingzong and Huizong? Unofficial history said that their father and son are related. Pingzong is obviously the seventh son of Huizong, and he was not born by the queen. Emperor Huizong carried all the ministers on his shoulders. The pressure from the government made him the crown prince, he often summoned Pingzong, and the father and son slept together..."

Originally it was just a story in the legends of barnyard officials and unofficial history. Yang You felt that the more he said it, the more it seemed true: "It is said that Pingzong is a rare handsome man. The first thing he did after he succeeded to the throne was to write an edict of his father's guilt."

Pingzong did not have any great achievements in his life, but the world was relatively peaceful during his reign, so it is not his turn to write the Edict of Guilt, let alone his son speaking ill of Lao Tzu?

Thinking about it this way, the relationship between their father and son is even more complicated.

Ao Chen nodded, "It seems to be the case, I just have a little impression."

He held Yang You's head and looked around, "His Highness Fifth seems to be a rare beauty too? Is this a tradition in your family?"

Yang You sighed, "Can you be more serious?"

With a wave of Ao Chen's hand, the bronze mirror on the dressing table flew into his hand, and he pointed the bronze mirror at Yang You, "I don't know what you look like?"

Yang You looked at himself in the mirror, with vermilion lips and bright teeth, and gentle eyebrows and eyes, he couldn't help touching his face: "The most indispensable thing in the palace is beauties, so I can be regarded as mediocre."

"Oh." Ao Chen threw the bronze mirror on the carpet, "It seems that I will stay away from you in the future, lest you see me too much and make a wrong judgment on the appearance of ordinary people."

Ao Chen said this very confidently, but he really did not tell lies. There is no part of his facial features, face, and figure that is not beautiful, and there is no part that is not admirable. When he is used to seeing him and looking at other people, he feels They are all crooked melons and dates.

"What about your appearance..." Ao Chen squeezed Yang You's chin, and said in a deep voice, "Meng smiles and dimples, sleeping temples crush flowers."

Yang You couldn't count the number of times this was the first time he sighed. What Ao Chen said was an erotic word. According to this dragon's practice, he must know the meaning of the word, and deliberately said it to amuse himself.

Yang You didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Sure enough, Ao Chen pursed his mouth and said, "No response at all, boring."

The more Yang You thought about it, the more angry he became. He could turn a blind eye to the emperor who was full of beastly desires, but he couldn't accept the idea that Concubine Li wanted him to betray her to gain a high position.

"Take me to your place for a walk." Yang You patted Ao Chen's shoulder.

Ao Chen snapped his fingers, and the next moment they were standing outside the pine forest.

Unknowingly, the sun has moved to a corner of the sky, and the blue sky is dyed with bright golden yellow from the edge.

The cool wind blows away the burning evening clouds.

They walked step by step along the path to the depths of the woods, and soon they arrived at the lake. The surrounding fields were lonely, only the rolling pines could be heard, the lake was calm, and black shadows sank quietly under the water.

Yang You stood quietly for a while, until the cool wind blew him awake, he took a deep breath, and began to shout aimlessly towards the wide lake.

After venting indiscriminately, he sat weakly on the ground, picked up stones and threw them into the lake, specifically at the shadow.However, the position of the black shadow in the water was too deep, the stone only rippled a little on the surface of the water, and then sank into the water without a sound.

A cold hand held the back of his neck, causing him to tremble slightly. Ao Chen stood behind him and watched him vent his emotions, "Take it easy, don't make your voice hoarse."

Yang You lowered his head and continued throwing stones.

"Jingwei!" Ao Chen smiled, put his hands on his shoulders, sat beside him, and strangled him into his arms.

Yang You shrugged and shook Ao Chen's hand.

Ao Chen smiled, then patted his head, "You're playing with me."

Yang You blinked wearily, "I often wonder whether my mother loves me and my brother, or loves power more."

"Is there any difference between the two?" Ao Chen asked, "You are her child, she will love you no matter what, but that doesn't mean she can't have ambitions, and she has ambitions, it doesn't mean she I don’t love you. Only you and your brother can give her power, so loving you and loving power are not in conflict with her, she will love you more for power, and loving you will make her yearn for power even more.”

"What if my mother is willing to sacrifice me for power?"

"What is sacrifice?" Today's Ao Chen speaks very rationally, like a magic stick. "In the past, people prayed to the gods and offered sacrifices. The sacrifices were sacrifices, and they were the price for God's blessing. What must be paid. What everyone is willing to sacrifice is different. You cherish your reputation and feathers, perhaps for Li Fei, reputation is dispensable, and the power in your hands is more important."

Yang You listened to his words, looked at the lake in silence, and threw the last stone.

The book does not teach him how to choose.

Yang You was like a confused child, looking at the golden sun shining on the vast water, finally sinking into the dark cold abyss bit by bit.

Ao Chen embraced his shoulders and leaned his head on his own, "What are you afraid of, Yang You?"

Yang You also couldn't express his hesitation and timidity.

"I...I don't know."

"It's okay." Ao Chen rubbed his back reassuringly, "Many people have to live for a long time to know their true thoughts, and you still have a long time to see yourself clearly."

Yang You turned his face slightly, smelling the bitter smell on Ao Chen's body, his heart became more and more calm.

"Could it be that you are afraid that if you participate in the battle, you will violate the creed you left to yourself?" Ao Chen felt that he had finally grasped Yang You's thoughts accurately once.

Yang You thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

"Are you going to be a saint who takes good care of himself alone, or a wise king who helps the world at the same time?" Ao Chen said slowly, stroking his head.

"But does the throne have to be obtained by dirty means?"

Ao Chen touched his forehead with his chin, "You have no choice, because your opponents are getting dirtier one by one. If you want to win, you have to learn how to eat black, and you don't want to be black, this is the most painful thing for you." The place."

Yang You buried his head in Ao Chen's arms as if avoiding it.

Ao Chen stretched out his hands to hug him from behind, and the two sat silently.

The last ray of sunlight sank behind the distant mountains,

Ao Chen patted him on the back and said, "Actually, sometimes, you don't have to have too many burdens, being cruel is not a bad thing."

Yang You asked sullenly in his arms, "Why do you say that?"

"When violence is used against good people, they will be cast aside, but once violence is used to enforce justice, it will be praised by thousands of people." What Ao Chen wants Yang You to understand is nothing more than this truth.

"Thieves who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes. As long as the emperor is good, no matter how much blood is on his hands, there will be historians writing for you, and there will be people singing praises for you. There are no poor people in the palace. Only Weak people."

Ao Chen pulled him up, "Take you to a place."

"what?"

Ao Chen didn't speak, just pulled him into his arms, Yang You pushed him, "What are you going to do?"

"Do you want to try the magic of God?"

Yang You's eyes lit up, Ao Chen raised his hand, "Come here."

Yang You hugged his waist, and before he could react, he found that the green pine forest in front of him had turned into a golden curtain, and the warm incense with a sweet smell curled up from the incense burner, and the wind chimes on the window rang lightly .

Ao Chen's index finger landed on his lips, signaling him not to speak.

Yang You's heart was beating violently.

The curtain is embroidered with cloud patterns and looming dragons.

They stood behind a screen, and on the screen was a green map of mountains and rivers.From the edge of the screen, they can see the whole scene of the house.

The hazy veil was so damp and sticky that the wind couldn't blow it, and the two figures were intertwined.

He heard the heavy panting, the sound of the wind, and the ringing of the bell merged together, and fell together, and the white smoke on the incense burner slowly climbed into a graceful shape.

The emperor's voice was full of tension and indescribable joy, he called Wu Yizhi's name in a low and hoarse voice.

Speaking of which, Emperor Yang Ting is also a rare handsome man. He is tall and has a strong body, playing and hunting all the year round. He looks like he's in his 30s.Although he didn't have any achievements in politics, but just relying on his face, he was able to make a living.

A man half-knelt on the ground, buried his head in Yang Ting's knee, Yang Ting grabbed his hair, and the veins on his arms were exposed.

The panting became louder and louder, Yang You began to tremble, Ao Chen held him down and locked him in his arms, not letting him alarm anyone.

A breeze blew away the heavy curtain and opened a little gap.

Wu Yizhi was wearing a white robe, with his hair tied up, his elegant face was blushing, his clear eyes carried a charm that Yang You had never seen before, his waist was soft and tender, and his fingers were on Yang Ting's Adam's Apple Passed frivolously.

Yang Ting grabbed his hair and forced him to look back, sighed: "You are the least like Lao Wu at this moment, he is definitely not such an active person."

"If I am like His Highness Fifth, how can Your Majesty taste bliss?"

Yang You covered his mouth in shock.

No one noticed that there were two figures behind the screen, quietly appearing and disappearing quietly.

"vomit……"

Almost the moment Ao Chen let him go, Yang You staggered and fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, and retched.

He didn't really spit out anything except for the tears on his face.

Ao Chen knelt down to look into his eyes, raised his hand and wiped away the tears from Yang You's face with his sleeve.

"Why is it like this?" Yang You tightly grasped Ao Chen's sleeve, like a drowning man clutching driftwood, "He actually..."

"Didn't you find out?" Ao Chen said slowly, "All the male favorites of the emperor are similar to you, all dressed in white, young and beautiful, with a bookish look. It's just that you are unique in appearance, and he can't find facial features similar to yours. more alike."

"I've never noticed before..." Yang You said hoarsely.

Ao Chen held him in his arms, stroking his back with his palms, comforting Yang You's trembling body, "There is no one in the whole palace worthy of your pity."

Yang You leaned on Ao Chen's shoulder and closed his eyes as if evading.

He seemed to have had a big dream. In the dream, everyone's faces were distorted, and their white bodies were intertwined with each other, twisted into various poses. He frantically searched for recognizable faces in it, but only saw a blush and endless Fascinating, the sound of panting keeps echoing.

Only he stood in place with his clothes on, watching the grotesque farce in front of him.

Finally someone noticed that he was different. They twisted their bodies and crawled over, grabbing his clothes with countless hands, wanting him to be one of them.

He stood without struggling. These people tore off his clothes and still refused to give up. They wanted to pounce on him, even if they threw him to the ground, they wanted to devour his flesh and blood. He heard his The blood flowed out of the body, and the crackling sound of flesh and blood was heard.

Click, click, click, until only the head is left, and the eyes can't even move, they can only look up fixedly.

A darkness fell, and there was a chill on the eyelids, and a voice came from a high place far away, ruthless and compassionate.

"Yang You..."

He opened his eyes suddenly, Ao Chen was lying sideways beside him, a coldness came from the place where his arms met.

Ao Chen's body temperature seems to be very low all the time, and it seems that he will not be warmed.

Through Ao Chen's side face, the morning light fell into his eyes, this is Yang You's bedroom.

He carefully looked at Ao Chen's face, Ao Chen's skin was as white as ice and snow, and because he fell asleep, he lost his expression, and instead looked more lonely and lonely.

Ao Chen closed his eyes and opened his mouth suddenly, startling him: "Looking at me?"

Yang You nodded obediently, and hugged his thin quilt.There was only one quilt on his bed, and Ao Chen covered it with him.When he hugged him, all the quilts on Ao Chen's body were pulled onto him.

Ao Chen opened his eyes dissatisfied, and grabbed a corner of the quilt: "Do I look good?"

Yang You said sincerely: "I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you."

Yang You's compliment seemed to have no effect on Ao Chen, he just nodded to express his acceptance, "After all, you are ignorant and have only seen people."

Yang You smiled and apologized, "It's a little ignorant, please forgive me, Lord Black Dragon."

Ao Chen joked a few words with him, seeing that he was in a good mood, he said, "Is it better?"

Yang You suddenly remembered that weird dream again. The strange thing is that the two people he saw yesterday have become distant memories, and the dream is gradually fading away.

There will always be traces in my heart.

Ao Chen patted his head: "You can still joke, it's not in vain that I guard you specially."

Yang You thanked him.

The two of them just lay on the bed chatting nonsense, full of messy wild history, deliberately avoiding yesterday's topic.

It wasn't until the maid knocked on the door that Ao Chen packed up and left, taking away Yang You's quilt by the way.

—He said he was going to take it to the temple to make a cushion for a chaise longue.