Prison Dragon

Yang You rushed out in a hurry, just wanting to escape from the environment full of Ao Chen's aura, always felt that he couldn't breathe well, speak well, and think well when he was beside him.

Ao Chen seems to have the most magical power in the world.

The cool wind at night brought moist drizzle, Yang You went to the courtyard, only to find that he had nowhere to go.

It was originally an impulsive behavior, and I didn't think about where I was going after I walked out the door.

He couldn't help but want to ask his friends for help.

Among the officials of Taichang Temple, only Zhuo Xinhong is a romantic figure, who spends more time sleeping in Huajie and Liuxiang than at home. With his appearance marks and generous shots, he became the object of pursuit of many girls in the capital for a while. .

At this time, he must still be in the brothel.

Yang You didn't know what to think, subconsciously felt that Zhuo Xinhong must be very experienced in dealing with confusion.Blowing the cool breeze in the courtyard for a while, let the burning face fade away, and asked Ruifang to find a carriage to take him there.

Zhuo Xinhong is easy to find. Basically, everyone in the most famous flower streets in the capital knows him.Just ask anyone to find out.Yang You asked a sister in the Red Sleeve Hall to ask questions, and found Qingyuan according to her words.

Qingyuan is a brothel that has been in operation for more than ten years. It is not as ostentatious as other buildings. The decoration inside is elegant. A scholarly family, a person in the middle of nowhere.

Therefore, Qingyuan is very popular among officials and literati.

Zhuo Xinhong ordered the new oiran from Qingyuan, and was still eating wine in the room, Yang You entered the building with a handsome face.He was born so well that even if he didn't give money, he could get away in the brothel with just his face.

The bustards in Qingyuan often deal with officialdom, and there are few dignitaries in Beijing who don't know each other.She recognized Yang You as the King of Jiaodong, and also knew that everyone in Taichang Temple was hanging out together every day, so she didn't need Yang You to ask him, so she asked him if he was looking for Lord Zhuo.

Yang You felt that the old bustard knew people's hearts, so he rewarded her with a sum of money.The old bustard took it with a smile, said a few words of gratitude, and then personally led Yang You to find Zhuo Xinhong.

Zhuo Xinhong is drinking with Huakui Chuge while talking poetry.

His face was already blushing, and his chest was wide open. Chu Ge was sitting next to him, with their legs next to each other, holding hands. Yang You can guarantee that if he came a few steps late, the two of them would roll onto the bed .

Zhuo Xinhong was not angry when he was disturbed, he beckoned Yang You to sit down with him.

Chu Ge got up, and ran to the other side of the room to play the piano with great winking.

The sound of the piano is soft and quiet, like the drizzle falling outside the window.

Zhuo Xinhong poured him a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "Why did you come to me suddenly today? Why did you come here in the middle of the night without sleeping?"

Yang You looked at Zhuo Xinhong and Chu Ge's eye contact, and suddenly lost the nature of consultation.

He may have found the wrong person.

The love between a man and a woman begins with estrus and ends with courtesy, and there is no obstacle or confusion.

Yang You he...

Forget it, Yang You persuaded himself in his heart, it seems that the trip was in vain.

Zhuo Xinhong saw that he didn't drink, and he couldn't fart for a long time, so he started to order to chase away the guests, "If you have nothing to do, don't disturb me, my lord."

Yang You was conflicted in his heart, but he couldn't ask the question out, so he could only ask Zhuo Xinhong: "You said, a person who is not related to you, but has been with you for many years and behaves intimately with you, who could he be? "

Zhuo Xinhong rubbed his chin. Yang You's expression reminded him of spring flowers. It was not ostentatious, but it attracted the melting of ice and snow. He didn't want to tell the truth either. After all, this was a matter of the prince's feelings. It's better to wait for him to understand. He thought for a while and replied, "Are you talking about your personal maid?"

Yang You got stuck, and stammered, "No...it's not..."

He was very afraid that Zhuo Xinhong would guess what was on his mind, but after thinking about it, he was the only person in this world who saw and knew the existence of Ao Chen, no matter how much other people guessed, they would never know the truth of the matter.

A secret joy suddenly rose in his heart, he knew that Ao Chen would belong to him alone, no matter what his identity was.He seemed to grasp Ao Chen's lifeline in an instant, and felt that his specialness meant monopolizing Ao Chen.

But at the end of the day, monopoly is just a superficial desire, just like a child's love for toys, but it's just a desire to control everything in the palm of his hand.

Desire can be filled in many ways, but the answer Yang You wants is not this.

He wanted to know what had happened to his feelings.

Zhuo Xinhong obviously didn't want to answer this question, and the two talked for a while without interest. Yang You looked at Zhuo Xinhong, trying to find a solution from him.

Zhuo Xinhong and Chu Ge secretly looked at each other.

He really wanted to ask, Zhuo Xinhong's love scene, was there any one time that was the most special, which made him unforgettable and could not be let go.

I'm afraid according to Zhuo Xinhong's personality, every game is right.

Yang You still remembered that Zhuo Xinhong said that he is a person whose feelings come and go quickly, and he does not want to be bound in his life, so every time he is sincere, he is sincere, but every time he is sincere, he is a different person.

Yang You felt that being here was not only boring, but also superfluous, so he asked the madam to find him a quiet room to live in.

It was only half of the night, and he couldn't sleep anyway, tossing and turning.

The old bustard knew that he was a prince, and was very concerned about his every move. Seeing him toss and turn, he knew that King Jiaodong liked to have fun, but there were not so many rumors about men and women.

The absence of rumors does not mean that there is no need, so she asked on her own initiative: "Does the prince need someone to accompany him?"

Yang You suddenly remembered that Qingyuan is not all women, there are also men doing business.

Just talking, asking some questions, it shouldn't be a big deal...

He asked in a low voice: "Can you... find a man... who can talk with hands, he should be older."

The older you are, the more things you've seen.He finished this sentence with difficulty, looking at the expression on the old bustard.Although the emperor was very masculine, the folks did not regard masculinity as a priority.Yang You was always worried that the bustard would laugh at him, or cast a cold and mocking look like how the palace servants treated the sixth prince Yang Xiu.

The bustard's expression was always calm, as if what Yang You said was an ordinary thing like ordering a dish.She just made a statement and went out. Yang You didn't know what she understood and what she understood, so he added: "I just want to find someone to play chess with."

The bustard nodded.

Soon, a man in a moon-blue gown knocked on his door.

He is far less handsome than Yang You. As far as facial features are concerned, he is almost ordinary, with a bookish look on his face, about 25-[-].

There is only one thing, his waist is very thin, bound by a blue belt, slender and soft, not enough to hold.

Yang You couldn't imagine that such a waist would appear on a man.

He came over to salute: "Qingli has met the prince." His demeanor was provocative but his expression was clear.

If one only looked at his face, one would really think that he was just a son of an aristocratic family.

Qingli set up the chessboard by himself and invited Yang You to take a seat. Yang You was thinking about something in his mind, he didn't concentrate on playing chess at all, and the first move fell on Tianyuan.

Tianyuan Luozi, even a beginner in chess knows that it cannot be played like this.Qingli didn't point it out, but asked while playing chess: "The prince has something on his mind? Can you talk to Qingli?"

Yang You wanted to ask him if he liked men.

After thinking about it, how can he not like men even if he is a young man?Even if you don't like it at first, after so many years, how can you answer this question?

Yang You faltered for a while before asking: "Tell me, how do you like someone?"

The chess piece from Qingli's fingertips slipped down on the chessboard, ruining the chess game halfway through. The chess pieces made a crisp sound when they collided. He said sorry, and picked the chess piece back into the chess box.

Seeing this, Yang You also helped him pick it up, their hands suddenly collided with the same chess piece, Qingli's hand was as soft and boneless as a snake, and wrapped around his wrist along his fingers.

Yang You didn't think of what to do for a while, Qing Li had already got up from his seat and turned to him, both of them were kneeling on the couch, Qing Li knelt beside him, leaning on Yang You.

Yang You hurriedly grabbed his shoulders, stuttering: "No, no, no...it's not suitable for etiquette."

Qingli was taller than Yang You, looked thin and weak, but had great strength, he grabbed Yang You's wrist with both hands, but Yang You couldn't break free.Qingli's upper body leaned forward, Yang You's chin was retracted into his neck, and he fell backwards.

There was no backrest on the couch, so Yang You lay down directly, Qingli pressed his hands on top of his head, Qingli clamped his legs with two knees, Yang You couldn't move.

Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he almost yelled molestation.

However, Qingli just stared at him without saying a word, and there was no half-sinking in his eyes.

Yang You also fell silent, looking back at him wordlessly, wondering what he was going to do.

"My lord," Qingli said suddenly, "Did anyone tell you that you look good?"

Yang You nodded. Although he was a bit embarrassed to brag about himself, there was almost a consensus that he was good-looking.

Of course, there are good and bad things.

Not too many good things, not too few bad things.

Qingli grabbed Yang You's wrist with one hand, and tore off his shirt with the other. Yang You immediately closed his eyes and turned his head away.

"My lord," Qingli called his name again, "Who do you like, can't you judge for yourself?"

He sat up, left Yang You, opened the cabinet in the room, and lit a cigarette.White smoke rose from the wooden pipe, blurring his face.

Yang You sat up, Qingli's lonely voice came from behind the smoke: "My lord, you are ruthless, you are asking the wrong person."

"Actually, my mother was also born in a brothel, and I didn't mean to look down on anyone." Yang You said, "When I was young, I often saw the people in the brothel. They often looked happy, but there were more unhappy days. At that time, I thought , Is there any way to keep them alive? I thought about it for a long time and found that I have no way. "

Qingli laughed, "There are many ways."

Yang You's eyes lit up, "What way?"

Qingli came over and blew a puff of smoke on his face: "Just kill all the men in the world."

His eyes were lingering with blood, as if saying this was an extremely joyful thing.

Yang You shook his head, "Because it's too extreme. Although there are many men who deserve to die, there are also many who don't deserve to die."

Qingli smiled and pointed to his own chest, then pointed to Yang You's chest: "I should die! What about you, my lord, should you die?"

Yang You looked at his fingertips and laughed at himself: "I have to save some people who don't deserve to die."

He asked Qingli, "If you want to redeem yourself, I can help you."

Qingli took a breath and said indifferently: "Thank you, my lord, I don't need it for the time being."

Yang You also understands that some people choose to stay and some people want to leave. He respects every decision, "Then contact me when you need it."

Qingli left after smoking the cigarette. I don't know what was added to the cigarette, which made people feel very comfortable. Yang You slept in the lingering fragrance of the smoke until dawn.