Prison Dragon

As for the porridge and side dishes, Yang You's tongue was numb, and he could no longer feel the taste, and he didn't want to eat it, so he just took a few mouthfuls mechanically.

Almost didn't eat anything, Ao Chen asked: "Did you eat like this these days?"

Yang You nodded, the warm porridge seemed to make him slightly moved, his shoulders relaxed, "Don't eat."

"Eat more?" Ao Chen held the spoon to his mouth.

Yang You turned his head, closed his eyes, and quietly expressed his resistance.

Ao Chen's hand holding the bowl froze in the air, he put the bowl aside, touched Yang You's arm, and said softly, "Go to rest."

As he spoke, he supported Yang You with both hands and brought him to the bed.Yang You was lying on the quilt upright, not moving, and Ao Chen realized that he was sitting upright, covered by his dress, his feet were bare, and his toes were red from the cold.

Ao Chen resignedly picked up the quilt and rolled Yang You into a silkworm chrysalis, sat on the bedside and said, "Go to sleep."

Yang You looked at him, "I promise you, I will be the emperor, you have to help..."

"You're excited, aren't you?" Ao Chen interrupted him, covered his eyes with his hands, and ordered roughly: "Go to sleep."

Yang You's eyelashes tickled his palm, and it took some time before it gradually subsided.

Ao Chen put his hand on his forehead and murmured: "Fool."

"elder brother!"

Yang Ni bounced and handed the windmill to Yang You.

"Let's play together!"

Yang You only saw his fingers grabbing the pole of the windmill, and Yang Ni raised his head, showing his canine teeth with a smile.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch Yang Mi's forehead.

"Impossible." Yang Mi suddenly sullenly looked at Yang You from bottom to top, the whites of the big eyes accounted for most of them, just staring at Yang You.

The smile on his mouth grew bigger and bigger until the corner of his mouth was torn, and blood flowed down his lips and teeth, "Brother, I'm already dead!"

As he spoke, he snatched the kite from Yang You's hand, giggled, and ran in the yard, with blood and tears running across his white jade face, he turned his head and looked at Yang You from afar, "Brother!"

Yang Mi smiled and turned into a pile of flesh and blood, a pile of white bones, and finally only a head bleeding from seven orifices remained.

The head rolled on the ground with a smile: "Brother, brother, brother, brother, brother..."

Childish voices came from the four corners of the sky and from the ground, tightly surrounding Yang You, and suddenly a woman's shrill scream came from behind.

"Why did you kill him, why did you kill him!!!"

When Yang You turned around, Concubine Li's makeup was already worn out, and her bright red lipstick was blurring on her face.

Yang You stepped back, "Mother, it's not me, I don't, I don't..."

"I really didn't..." Yang You knelt on the ground in despair.

His forehead was scorching hot, covered by a piece of ice cold, Yang You opened his eyes, in front of the bed was Ao Chen who was dozing off, with a wet towel on his head.Yang You took down the towel, Ao Chen opened his eyes and looked at him, "Your maid brought someone in to clean you up."

It was only then that Yang You noticed that the curtains that had been tightly drawn had been opened, and the room had been cleaned and incense burned.The sun shone on his face, bringing a little warmth.

He moved his fingers belatedly, and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

Ao Chen shook his head, "I didn't know, you have been sleeping. Someone is looking for you outside."

Yang You held the towel in his hands and got up with support.

It was a person from the Ministry of Rites who said that Yang's funeral had already been completed, and that the coffin had been parked in the Shouhuang Hall today, and he could be buried only after the mausoleum was repaired.

Yang You said a few polite words and went back to the house. He vaguely remembered that he had been staying in the house since the day Yang Niu's funeral ended.

How many days did you stay?

Forget it, does time still matter to him?

Like a walking corpse, he slowly walked back to the bed and lay down.

Ao Chen looked at him, and Yang You kept staring at the roof of the tent, motionless.

"Say something." Ao Chen poked his arm.

Yang You rolled his eyes, and it took him a long time to understand what Ao Chen was saying.

Say what?

He didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to do anything.

There are no trustworthy people and no reliable things in the world.

Ao Chen...

If Ao Chen had nothing to do with the world and only he could see him, how could Yang You believe in Ao Chen?

Even if the two have an agreement, how long can it last?If he didn't sit on the throne, would Ao Chen look for someone else?

No, Ao Chen is so smart, he won't press everything together, his life is at stake, he must have a backup!

Has he had contact with other princes?Are you treating other people the same way you treat yourself?

Ao Chen couldn't believe it, Yang You sat up suddenly, trying to push Ao Chen out of bed.

Ao Chen was pushed hard by him, and stood up without knowing why, Yang You also stood up, without saying a word, continued to drive him to the door.

Ao Chen stood still, Yang You couldn't push him with all his strength, Ao Chen grabbed his hands, "What are you doing?"

Yang You opened his mouth and found himself speechless.

Ao Chen watched his movements, held his face worriedly and asked, "Don't something happen again? You were able to talk just now."

Yang You wanted to ask him too many questions, but he couldn't answer them.

He didn't dare to ask, suspicion had already emptied his world, only Ao Chen and him were cut off, he was afraid to ask again, even the slightest involvement would be cut off by suspicion and suspicion.

If even Ao Chen can't believe it, then who else can be trusted?

So what if Ao Chen is untrustworthy?Yang You thought sadly that he had to trust someone in order to live on such trust. In a world that was walking on thin ice, he only needed a foothold.

A drowning person can't control whether his hands are dead wood or straw.

So what if he lied to me, Yang You's hands trembled, because he wanted an absolutely firm trust.

There must be other ways to maintain their relationship, close enough, long enough, at least before ascending to the throne, to ensure that even if Ao Chen favors others, he will not favor too much.

At this moment, Yang You is very fortunate that he still has a pair of gold and jade skins.

His eyes changed several times, and finally settled down, looking at Ao Chen without blinking, Ao Chen was startled, "What are you thinking again? Every day, don't think about it."

Yang You found that he could finally make a sound, he said with difficulty, "We..."

"Ok?"

Unable to speak, Yang You blushed from holding back, and could only express his expectation with his eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Ao Chen touched Yang You's side face, sighed, Yang You took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe and slowly approached Ao Chen, planted a kiss on his lips, and then looked at him quietly.

Moist eyes begging for mercy, with ambiguous desires shining in them...

Ao Chen's fingertips paused on his lips, and his eyes met.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

Yang You put his arms around his neck, silently touching Ao Chen's Adam's apple.

Ao Chen closed his eyes forcefully, he can be said to have exhausted all his breath today.

Ao Chen put his arms around Yang You's waist and put him on the bed, pressed Yang You to lie down, and asked again: "I can't regret it anymore."

Yang You looked up at him, and after a while, he grinned, "You fucking, why are you talking so much nonsense today?"

It was too abnormal, both Ao Chen and Yang You knew it was too abnormal.

Yang You can't control his thoughts and actions at all, all Ao Chen can do is provide the comfort Yang You needs.

What exactly does Yang You need?He couldn't explain it himself.

Ao Chen's icy body made Yang You tremble, he still leaned tightly against Ao Chen's arms, Ao Chen's powerful heartbeat and pulsation could be heard from the skin close to him, just a lingering kiss and Yang You felt like he was about to suffocate with the simple movement of his hands.

Ao Chen asked in his ear, "Does it hurt?"

Yang You bit Ao Chen's shoulder violently, and smiled provocatively: "You're so fucking talkative!"

It does hurt, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Yang You panted in the tearing pain, his fingernails sank into Ao Chen's shoulder, there was no difference between pain and happiness to him, he was both at the peak of bliss and at the abyss of pain, despite the tide washing over and over again, floating heavy.

They are crazily lingering, as long as they are in Ao Chen's strong and unreserved possession, Yang You can forget his own existence.

what is he?

He is the tiny bubble in the sea of ​​love, the burning spark in the fire of desire.

Human dignity, thinking, entanglement, pain...all no longer exist.

He is just an animal, a desire, surrendered to Ao Chen.

He is nothing.

Nothing exists except the boundless sea of ​​love.

His body and spirit were torn in two, he yearned for Ao Chen non-stop, and Ao Chen also cooperated with his madness.

Only the most extreme physical pleasure can make him temporarily forget the mental pain.

As long as he stopped, he would inevitably think of Yang Mi's bloody little face and all kinds of absurd and weird dreams.

Until Yang You couldn't hand over anything, and the pain below was endless, he still rubbed against Ao Chen.

Ao Chen pressed his chest, wanting to stop this crazy behavior.

Yang You refused to let go, hugged Ao Chen's neck desperately, and sent his fiery body up.

"Yang You." Ao Chen sideways avoided his kiss.

Yang You ignored it.

"Yang You!" Ao Chen stretched out his hand to tear Yang You off his body, he took off this hand, and the other hand wrapped around him again, Yang You was like an octopus, wrapping all his arms and legs around Ao Chen's body .

"Yang You!!!"

Ao Chen pinched his neck, pressed him on the bed forcefully, and pulled him away, Yang You quietly watched his movements.Ao Chen was a little lighter, Yang You propped himself up on his elbows, put his hand on Ao Chen's shoulder and was about to kiss.

Ao Chen pinched him, pressed firmly on the bed, and used strength that could almost suffocate Yang You. Yang You subconsciously grabbed his wrist and widened his eyes.

Ao Chen said coldly: "You want to die, I can fulfill you right now, tell me, do you want to die?"

Yang You could only make a hoarse sound of breathing.

"Do you want to die?!" Ao Chen raised and lowered his hands, knocking Yang You's head on the bed.

Yang You's fingertips sank deeply into the back of Ao Chen's hand, the pain of suffocation left him with only the instinct to survive, he began to struggle, his originally slack eyes began to focus, the moist desire faded away, and a deep-rooted passion burned. hate.

The blood on Ao Chen's hand stained his fingertips red.

Ao Chen let go of his hand suddenly, "Since you don't want to die, then live well."

Yang You lay exhausted, his eyes didn't know where to look, he coughed for a while, and then started to laugh, the laughter was weird and hoarse.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Laughing and laughing, he stopped suddenly and was quiet for a while, two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Ao Chen reached out to wipe it off for him.

Almost at the moment when Ao Chen's hand touched the corner of his eye, Yang You started to howl, but he just screamed meaninglessly, as if he could vent his pain in this way.

Ao Chen held him in his arms, Yang You was like a helpless little beast, he could only scream disorderly, tears wet Ao Chen's chest.

"Live well." Ao Chen couldn't stop kissing his hair, "Living is more important than anything else."