Prison Dragon

Drunkenness can make people indulging in boundless dreams, but after waking up, they are still in the usual mundane world.

After this banquet, Yang You became famous in the first battle, and won the reputation of the cricket prince in the capital, and even alarmed Yang Ting.

The emperor specially called him into the palace and asked him what he wanted to do.

Yang You only said that Taichang Temple is very leisurely, and it is not an important position, there is no big thing to do, and he is not as talented as his brothers, so he can only play other things.

The emperor only said a few words to him, told him not to make Concubine Li sad and let him go.

There was a lot of thunder and little rain, and Yang You even wondered if the emperor felt very happy, after all he became a prince with no ambitions.

What gave Yang You a headache was that he was really afraid that Concubine Li would say that he didn't want to make progress.

It's like getting into trouble when I was a child, and I dare not go home to face my mother.

He almost didn't even want to go to the palace to greet him as usual.

According to Li Fei's temperament, she must give him a good meal.Yang You ate a meal with Concubine Li in fear.During the dinner, Concubine Li just told him to eat more, and there was no further movement.

"Mother..."

"I've heard about you." Concubine Li said unhurriedly, "To make friends with officials, you need to do what you like. If you think I'll talk about you, then you've misunderstood me."

"Son, I would like to thank my concubine for your understanding." Yang You thought comfortingly, maybe because the child is getting older, Concubine Li also let go.

"Okay," Concubine Li signaled that he could leave, "I heard that you are coming to see him today, I'm so happy for a day, you two have a good time."

Yang You took the order to retire. He bought many toys for Yang Mi, which were not expensive, but Yang Ni liked them very much. After coaxing Yang Mi to sleep, he left the palace gate in the dark.

There are still some cicadas chirping on the plane tree next to the imperial steps of the official road, their voices are sparse, and they already have a chilling atmosphere.

Ao Chen made a mess of his room, lay on the bed and fell asleep, throwing all the melon seed shells and fruit peels on the ground.

Yang You resigned himself to cleaning up and threw away the trash.

The plum tree outside the window has already made its home in the land of the palace. It stands quietly and casts a slanting shadow in front of the court.

Ao Chen was wearing a white coat, walked behind him and yawned: "Don't you sleep at night?"

His clothes were baggy, and most of his chest was exposed when he raised his hands. Yang You couldn't bear to look at him, so he tied his clothes, took off his coat and put it on him. He was shorter than Ao Chen, and the clothes looked a bit nondescript on Ao Chen. .

Yang You asked, "Why do you like plum blossoms?"

Ao Chen tilted his head and leaned against the door frame, his fingers fluttered on his shoulders, and his fingertips brushed against Yang You's jawline. He said in surprise, "When did I say I like plum blossoms?"

He did not say that this is the result of Yang You's observation.

Obviously, it takes almost no attention to spot it.

With a playful smile on the corner of Ao Chen's mouth, he hooked Yang You's chin to make him turn his head, and the two looked at each other.

Ao Chen asked, "You are not planting plum blossoms in the palace for me, are you?"

Yang You was caught in the heart, shook his head guiltyly, and missed Ao Chen's meaningful eyes.

Ao Chen looked at Yang You's thin back, thinking of something, he put his arms around Yang You's shoulders, and put his whole weight on Yang You.

"It's not that I like it," he said slowly in Yang You's ear, "I just got used to it. My mother is a plum blossom demon. Wherever she is, there must be plum blossoms."

Yang You nodded, looking at the shadows swaying on the ground, Ao Chen's body temperature was cold, sticking to his back, making him shiver in the night wind, "Then you... miss your mother?"

Ao Chen let out a long cry, "She's already dead, so what?"

Yang You couldn't help but grabbed the clothes beside him, "Did you die in the mortal world?"

Ao Chen shook his head, "He died before I came down to earth. I didn't visit her grave after that."

"I'm sorry that you couldn't see your mother." Yang You bowed his head and said.

"What are you sorry for?" Ao Chen touched his earlobe, "It's not you who asked me to stay here."

"I will definitely set you free." Yang You softly said his oath.

Ao Chen shook his head, pulled him to turn around, "Go back to sleep, you have to go to court tomorrow."

"Trust me." Yang You grabbed his hand and expressed his determination with firm eyes.

"Okay, okay!" Ao Chen agreed repeatedly, but his expression was relaxed and normal, as if he didn't expect much, "I believe you!"

He pulled Yang You back to the room, and walked straight to Yang You's big bed.

Yang You looked at his shabby little couch, and he discussed with Ao Chen: "Can you switch to sleep? One bed and one couch, take turns?"

Who would have thought that King Jiaodong not only had no money, but he couldn't even sleep well in his bed.

Ao Chen put a big character on the bed, "You think beautifully."

His long arms and legs directly occupied the entire bed, raising his eyes to look at Yang You provocatively.

Yang You usually followed Ao Chen's wishes, but today he wanted to go against Ao Chen.

He took his own quilt and threw it directly on Ao Chen, and while Ao Chen turned over to escape, he lay down on the outside of the bed, quickly wrapped himself into a roll, and said with his back to Ao Chen: "Sleep! "

Ao Chen was squeezed into the bed by him, kicked him first, laughed haha ​​for a long time, hugged him from behind through the quilt, "Are you really not afraid of me?"

"What are you afraid of?" Yang You hasn't reacted yet.

Ao Chen slowly licked the back of his neck, "Aren't you afraid that I will touch you?"

Yang You tucked his head into the quilt, his face flushed red, "You you...you are shameless!"

He wriggled and wanted to get out of Ao Chen's embrace, and moved himself to the side of the bed.

Ao Chen laughed, carried him back to the center of the bed, put one hand on him, combed his hair and said: "You're kidding, go to sleep."

"Stop joking about this kind of thing. You don't like me." Yang You said in a low voice.

Ao Chen pinched his earlobe, "How do you know I don't like you?"

"Your liking and my liking don't mean the same thing." Yang You pushed his hand away, "Don't mess around."

Ao Chen kissed him sideways, "Okay, I won't bother you, go to sleep."

Yang You got the promise, so he went to sleep peacefully,

Ao Chen propped his right hand and watched him most of the night.

He pushed down Yang You's quilt so that Yang You's face could be exposed, and touched his forehead.

This is a 15-year-old boy, 15-year-old Yang You. He has a sincere heart and a difficult situation.

Wandering where the road ahead is uncertain, sticking to the wind and rain.

what will you bring me

he asked, talking to himself.

Ao Chen no longer trusts humans, and no longer has expectations for his own contract.

But this child repeatedly aroused his curiosity.

Ao Chen watched him pretending to be a fool in front of everyone, but secretly cheered for his dream.He has seen many people who swear to be Mingjun and saints, and Yang You is the stupidest one among them.

This silliest child gave him the peace he never had before.

His powers have diminished over time, but he can still do a lot.

Many people begged for his help - divination, eavesdropping, assassination...

The sorrows and joys of life and death of mortals are never within his consideration, he can provide any help to anyone, regardless of the law and morality, completely according to his own mood and preferences.

But Yang You is an exception, if Ao Chen doesn't take the initiative to help him, Yang You really won't let him do things, and only regards Ao Chen as a friend or relative who can be trusted and relied on.

Ao Chen seemed to be really a person in his eyes, Yang You trusted him, but never forced him to give anything.

As a believer, Yang You is actually very unqualified.

He has an almost pure belief in the gods, but he does not ask the gods in return.

What a small, fragile human being.

He rested his head on the back of Yang You's neck.

He suddenly felt powerless, and wanted to give up all his plans and strategies, and just watched Yang You walk out of his own way.

Yang You seems to be different from others, let him see what Yang You's path looks like.

Without his interference, how would the prince's future be different from others?

Ao Chen put his hands under the quilt and pressed against Yang You's back, feeling the tender body temperature of the young man under his hands.

He hadn't had such a dream for a long time. There was nothing in front of him, only the vast and boundless sea of ​​clouds, the sky he was most familiar with.He climbed up against the clouds, passed through the misty white clouds, was embraced by the sun, and wandered wantonly in the morning wind, rain and dew.

Yang You deeply regrets his actions.

He shouldn't have squeezed a bed with Ao Chen!

Probably because Ao Chen is a dragon, he is always used to being wrapped around something, so his sleeping position is very bad.

Yang You was woken up by being strangled. Ao Chen was lying behind him, his arms were wrapped around his chest and strangled in his arms, his feet wrapped around Yang You's lower body like a snake's tail. Knowing how the legs of two people are entangled together, there is no way to untie it.

Moreover, Yang You could feel that the clothes on the back of his neck were wet again.

Yang You wanted to cry without tears, so he elbowed Ao Chen, "Ao Chen, don't drool on my clothes!"

Originally, he had to get up before dawn in the morning court. He was already very tired from living such a life every day, and he was almost strangled today, and he didn't care whether to disturb Ao Chen's dream, Yang Yu straightened up and wanted to get up.

He tried his best to lift his upper body with his hands, Ao Chen's arms hugging his upper body did not move, Yang You was like a live fish struggling and jumping on the bank, twisting and turning without any freedom.

Ao Chen closed his eyes and burst out laughing suddenly.

Exhausted, Yang You lay on the bed and said weakly, "I'm going to court."

Ao Chen smiled and retracted his hand, pinching his face hard.

Yang You sat up and touched the coldness behind the collar with his backhand. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's all right if you don't sleep well, but you're still drooling!"

Ao Chen looked at the traces a little prettily, and then said: "It's not saliva..."

"What is that? Tears?" Yang You got off the bed and put on his clothes slowly.

Ever since Ao Chen lived here, he didn't dare to let other people come to serve him.Even though others cannot see Ao Chen, if Master Longshen took something on a whim and was seen floating in the air by others, and misunderstood as something gods and ghosts, he would not be able to explain it.

The royal family hates witchcraft the most, and Yang You doesn't want to become the first clan in the history of this dynasty to be burned to death on the charge of witchcraft because of Ao Chen.

If Taoist monks are also attracted to do it, who knows if it will affect Ao Chen?

So he had to suffer himself and do it himself.While getting dressed, he said, "What did you dream about to cry? Did your mother beat you?"

Ao Chen stood up and walked behind him: "I dreamed about the time when I was flying in the sky."

"Ah?" Yang You's hand paused, he felt guilty inexplicably, and licked his dry lips, "That should really be...remember..."

Ao Chen helped him smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes, Yang You separated Ao Chen's hands and tied his belt.

"I don't think it's comfortable for the two of us to share the same bed, why don't you sleep in Xiaota tonight?" Yang You took the opportunity to suggest.

Ao Chen slapped him on the back, "Go to your court!"

Yang You turned around and made a grimace.

Ruifang had already arranged a sedan chair to take him into the palace. He lived close by, so he could get up late, eat something quickly, and get on the sedan chair.

The street was still dark, except for the officials, most people were asleep, occasionally a few official sedan chairs passed by Yang You.He soon arrived at the gate of the palace, and the ministers were almost in line.

It was a little cold, he rubbed his hands together, and quickly found the Taichang Temple team.

——Because they are too different.

The other officials all stood neatly.Only the people in Taichang Temple couldn't stand upright, they staggered to and fro, looking like hooligans.

Based on the principle that the small gangsters are not as good as the big gangsters, the gangsters stay at home, and the gangsters hang out in the court hall, and through behaviors such as not saying a word in the court hall and sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight, they have spent another day in full swing.

During the next court, Shangluo said that he wanted to hold the autumn insect meeting.

Yang You not only had a pain in the flesh, but also a pain in the stomach, he quickly looked for the right opportunity to escape, but was held back by Xu Kaiji.After all, Shang Luo is an old man who has lived for many years, and his persuasion skills are top-notch. Yang You didn't even know what Shang Luo said. Looking back, he had already promised him to host the Autumn Insect Festival.

Yang You said viciously: "If you do this again, I will resign."

Shang Luo patted his bulging belly with a smile, "Your Highness Fifth, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy alone. Besides, if you don't do these things, are you busy with political affairs all day long?"

Yang You seemed to have been stabbed by a needle, no matter whether he wanted to have a foot in the government or not, without the support of the forces behind him, a cynical look was a necessary cover.

Shang Luo is right, he cannot be a prince who is busy with political affairs.

Seeing Yang You's slack, Shang Luo dragged Xu Kaiji to discuss the matter of invitations. They still decided that all officials would send out invitations, but it was estimated that there were very few people coming, so they didn't need to book the wine shop like last time, this time they only needed food and drinks Just in place.They chose the place in Yang You's palace, and asked Yang You to prepare good wine and various meals.

After listening to it for a long time, Yang You felt that it made sense. After all, he was the only one with the highest status here, and the house should also be the best.

Shang Luo then ordered the menu and asked Xu Kaiji to write down all the things he wanted to eat.Xu Kaiji has a photographic memory, but it was used to memorize the names of dishes.

That's not right, Yang You just realized, isn't this my palace and my money? Why does Shangluo have to designate everything?He almost drank northwest wind last month!

He hurriedly stopped Xu Kaiji, and made up his own request, "I want to drink Fengjiu from Wang's Restaurant in the west of the city, the 20-year-old kind."

Xu Kaiji patted his hand, and seriously advised: "The master has to take care of the guests, be good, and buy what you want to drink. This banquet, we will do it according to our wishes."

These people are blatantly eating and drinking!

Yang You thought of the tax that had just been delivered to the mansion, and thought of his own pocket that was about to dry up, and shed a few worthless tears in the autumn wind.