Prison Dragon

Yang You thought that he would be scolded by Ruifang when he went back, but Ruifang knew his temper very well, since he would keep Niuer, he had already expected that there would be such a person in the palace, but he was not particularly angry, just complaining Said: "My lord, next time you take someone in, find a good one. That barbarian is really rude."

Yang You took off his clothes and lay on the bed. Doctor Qin was busy during the day, so he made an appointment to give him a massage at night. The medicinal wine gave off a pungent smell.

"What's the matter, isn't it just teaching?"

After Yang You said this sentence, he stopped talking. Doctor Qin's hand was already on his chest.

He could only utter screams.

Ao Chen sat on the side laughingly watching him rolling feebly on the bed like a salted fish.

Yang You couldn't control his emotions at this time. He who didn't dare to make trouble with Ao Chen grabbed the bed sheet and cursed angrily: "You are all bastards without conscience! You don't care about me at all, you just want to see This king suffers!"

Doctor Qin understood very well. While massaging Yang You's chest heavily, he said, "My lord, none of the internal organs of a human being can be called a conscience."

Yang You was speechless, his face was all wrinkled together, Ruifang wanted to squeeze out a few tears to comfort the prince's wounded heart, so he laughed too.

Yang You kept his eyes open and didn't ask Doctor Qin to heal all the injuries, a bruise stayed on his chest well.

When he went to court again, an official from the Ministry of Rites jumped out and accused him of having ulterior motives.

It's not a big official, it's nothing more than a few big officials behind it.

According to what Shang Luo said, Yang You made jokes for a while, and directly scolded in the court: "It's not your family's money that was robbed anyway, and it's not your family's gate that was smashed. What's wrong with me beating those people?"

After he finished speaking, he threw himself on the imperial steps and cried, howling for a while.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty watched him perform like this.

Yang Ting had no intention of accusing him, and it didn't cause any harm anyway. The cabinet didn't like other princes meddling in the government affairs, so Yang Ting went along with the flow and asked Yang You to suspend his duties and pay for three months.

As for the fact that he took in the rioting refugees, Yang You only said that he was too angry and let the refugees work like dogs and cows in his house.

It's not human anyway.

Who really cares about a homeless refugee?

The refugees flooded into Beijing, Yang You thought that Yang Ting would express something.

The documents from Hebei had been sent to the capital a long time ago. I don't know what the court officials thought.

Yang You suddenly understood Yang Ting's thoughts.

Probably in his eyes, only his own throne is the most important, and everything else is just a guarantee to sit firmly on the throne.

As long as you sit still, you can turn a deaf ear.

The chaos passed slowly like this.

Shang Luo specially told Yang You to let him have fun these three months and never show any signs of caring about the government.

But everyone else is going to court, and he is alone, how can he play?

He just stayed in the mansion to watch Niu Er read, played chess with Ao Chen, went to drink after the people of Taichang Temple went to court, and then went into the palace to see Concubine Li and Yang Mi.

Concubine Li no longer told him anything about the previous court, but just told him to be careful in everything.

All the princes have grown up, only Yang Ni is still a three-year-old child, and Zhang Taifu is only responsible for teaching him to read.

As far as the palace people said, Zhang Taifu once asked Yang Ni why the emperor Yang Ting gave so few things to the important officials.

Yang Mi slurred his words and replied: "Those who accept don't need much, and those who give rewards don't care much."

Zhang Taifu was shocked.

Even the second prince Yang Ti wrote such a gorgeous and mysterious sentence as "the capital is clean, and the spirit is also beautiful", he never praised a word, but he just had a fondness for Yang Ni.

He has never looked directly at any prince, but only prefers Yang Niu, almost treating Yang Niu as his own son, thinking of Yang Niu all the time.

Yang Mi seldom saw his father, and he seemed to regard Taifu Zhang as his second father.

Concubine Li pulled him, saying that Mrs. Zhang took too much care of him, and even wanted to take care of him in the palace after taking care of him in the Shangshufang.

Zhang Taifu even reported to the emperor that he wanted to take Yang Niu to study in his mansion.Originally, Yang Ting was only because Yang Youshun had noticed Yang Mi, and Zhang Taifu made a fuss, he also knew that the Eighth Prince was quite talented, and the successive rewards filled Yang Ni's hut.

He has been spending the night at the male pet's place for the past few years, and I don't know if he suddenly thought of some scenes of father-son affection, and he began to come to Qingfang Hall more and more slowly.

Although Li Fei was complaining, there was a hint of showing off in her tone.

Either way, with the care of the Taifu and the care of the emperor, it will be easier to live in the palace.

This day, he drank wine from the restaurant, brought a pot for Ao Chen by the way, and returned to the palace leisurely, it was already late at night.

Ao Chen was lying on the bed, did not sleep, he turned his head, the cold moonlight reflected in his eyes, "Is there any wine?"

"En." Yang You put the wine on the table, and Ao Chen got out of bed and sat at the table with him.

He opened the lid and asked, the aroma was strong, "How old is the wine?"

Yang You shrugged: "I don't know, I just bought it because I smelled it. It's an old woman's hotel in a small alley by the roadside."

Ao Chen took a sip and scratched his nose, "That's why the smell of wine caught your glutton."

Yang You backed away calmly.

The wine glistened moistly on Ao Chen's lips, and Ao Chen's slender and white fingers slowly wiped away the moist traces bit by bit.

His hands were long and strong, but very beautiful, with neat nails and a little pink at the fingertips.

Yang You stared at his movements, and saw Ao Chen's lips from his knuckles.

Ao Chen pursed his lips lightly, stood up and sat down on the table, holding the jug in one hand, and the other hand fell on the armrest of Yang You's chair.He leaned over like this, handed the jug to Yang You's mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "Have a drink?"

Yang You's breathing became very slow, almost to the point of holding his breath, and he stared blankly at Ao Chen.

Ao Chen turned the jug upside down, and the liquor swayed and stained Yang You's lips.

He took a sip, but couldn't taste what it was like.

Ao Chen lowered his head, he took the jug away, and still wiped off the remaining wine on Yang You's mouth with his fingers, his black eyes were shining brightly, "How is it?"

Ao Chen's taste is richer than the mellow aroma of the fingertips, and Ao Chen's fingertips are hotter than the hotness of the wine.

His hands were very light, causing a slight tickle when he moved his lips.

Yang You hummed, then lowered his head to see his hand slowly passing by, and finally landed on his toes.

He felt that things were getting wrong.

What exactly has changed?

In the darkness, there were shadows, but Ao Chen could clearly see the fine beads of sweat on Yang You's forehead. He scraped Yang You's jaw line with his fingers, and pressed on Yang You's bones, "What are you thinking?"

Yang You shook his head, grabbed Ao Chen's hand through his sleeve and put it back on Ao Chen's body.

Ao Chen hooked his chin relentlessly, forcing Yang You to raise his head, "Why don't you look at me?"

Yang You raised his head and looked up at him, but after taking a look, he hurriedly looked away.

Ao Chen thought of playing tricks, jumped off the table and sat on the armrest of Yang You's chair, the armrest was very narrow, he couldn't sit stably, he had to lean into Yang You.He wrapped his arms around Yang You's neck, put all his weight on Yang You, pretended to touch Yang You's face teasingly, and said softly, "Could it be that the Fifth Highness looks at me every day and despises my younger brother?" Aging?"

If Yang You followed the way he got along with his friends, he might punch Ao Chen and then scold him and get the hell out of him.Or knead it cooperatively, and then say some nonsense like "Of course I will always come and go".

However, when he looked at Ao Chen's smiling eyebrows and eyes, there was no alienation and sharpness in the past, only gentle affection remained.

Even though he knew he was just joking, he couldn't help being obsessed.

He stared at Ao Chen without saying a word.

Ao Chen touched his face, half sighed and half jokingly said: "It seems that although I am old, I still have charm."

Yang You looked at him, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, "Flavour is not used in this way."

Ao Chen didn't get up, and just leaned on Yang You's shoulder to drink in this posture. Yang You's whole body was tense, tightly pressed against the backrest, and the flesh on his shoulders was stiff due to tension.

Ao Chen insisted on seeing his stupid, silly and dumbfounded look, so he put his feet on his lap again.

In this way, except for Ao Chen who was still sitting on the armrest, the whole body was leaning against Yang You's arms, "Okay, then how can you praise me?"

Yang You's face was stiff, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth began to move unknowingly.

Seeing this, Ao Chen put his arms around his neck and laughed wildly, spraying a sip of wine on Yang You's chest.

He hesitated to speak, finally sighed, and got up from the chair helplessly, "It's beyond human words to remember."

Ao Chen followed his movements and stood up, Yang You was shorter than him, still standing with one arm around his neck.

Yang You was helpless, patted his arm and said, "What do you want?"

Ao Chen squinted his eyes, put away his unscrupulous expression, and forced Yang You to answer with his eyes, "It's what you want, my lord."

Yang You broke free from him violently, and crackled like a bean: "I don't know what I want to do? It's obviously what you want to do, but I just don't know what you want to do so I asked you, and you pushed me and asked me what I wanted to do ..."

Who is who in this circle and who is going to do what, said that Yang You couldn't figure it out in the end.Ao Chen stood beside him quietly watching him speak.

Yang You said it himself, and found that Ao Chen was standing there with very clear eyes.

He heard a bang in his head, so Ao Chen has always been watching his ugly appearance like this?

Ao Chen smiled and said, "Are you done? Drink some water after you finish talking."

He asked nonchalantly, "What time is it?"

Ao Chen took a closer look, "There's no curfew, what's wrong?"

Yang You hurriedly said: "You drink first, I will go out for a while, and I may not come back."

He thought that Ao Chen would ask about his whereabouts in detail, but Ao Chen just raised the jug to signal him, and then began to drink by himself.He felt unhappy again, and he held his breath when he went out.

All of Yang You's reactions were within Ao Chen's expectation, and he noticed very early on that Yang You's feelings for him were very vague.

But unexpectedly deep.

He can direct this feeling in any direction until he gets what he wants.

This is his last chance, but for Yang You's sake, he is willing to give this child more care and tolerance.