Yezhao Sandbar

In a room with only a gleam of light, the two of them lay side by side on a small bed. The dark room was very quiet, and the sound of their thin breathing was infinitely amplified. Sima Qing counted Sima Ye's breathing with his eyes closed. Bend out a satisfying arc.

Asleep at night!

He turned sideways slightly, carefully lifted Sima Ye's right hand behind his shoulder, and slipped into his arms quietly.

After the tricks were successful, I put a smug smile in my heart, and with the help of the faint light, I used my fingers to trace his outline...Smooth forehead, straight nose bridge, soft lips, slightly raised chin...they are clearly the same The facial features, how do you feel different when looking at him and looking at yourself?

"...It's so beautiful!" Sima Qing sighed softly.

Sima Ye frowned slightly. He wasn't asleep at all. He knew all about Sima Qing's little moves. He wanted to push him away but hesitated for a moment before he pressed against him tightly. His fingers scratched back and forth on his face, tickling him. , thinking of simply pretending to be asleep and ignoring him, not wanting him to express such emotion.

Slapping his hand away, Sima Qing yelled "Ah", "Are you asleep?"

"Which eye of yours saw me asleep?"

"That... you won't push me away?" Sima Qing felt a little embarrassed because he didn't push her away, because he knew all about her little actions, "Oh... you pretended to be asleep?"

"No!" Sima Ye denied in a deep voice.

His eyes were astonishingly bright just after he opened them, and he looked at the ceiling without any purpose. Sima Qing dared to move into his arms again, Sima Ye moved away slightly, Sima Qing moved again, Sima Ye moved again, Moving to the side of the bed, Sima Qing turned over and lay on her stomach, watching him quietly with her chin propped on her hands.

"Go to sleep." Sima Ye closed his eyes.

"Talk about the conversation."

"Well, tell me!" Although Sima Ye didn't open his eyes, his attitude was conniving.

"The elders have mentioned many times that they want me to be a concubine."

"Huh? Which girl?" Sima Ye immediately opened his eyes.

"What I want to say is that I don't want to have a wife."

Sima Ye thought for a while, "Since you don't want to, then no one will force you to marry, don't worry."

"That's not what it means!" Sima Qing said quickly: "What I want to say is that we don't want to marry, and there will only be you and me for the rest of our lives!"

Through the weak light, Sima Ye could see that Sima Qing was staring at him tightly, and couldn't figure out the meaning of his words for a while. For him, it was certain that he would marry a wife in the future, but talking about it himself seemed like It's too early, how can it be easy to make a conclusion for a lifetime.

"Qing, you should know that I can't be with you forever."

"Damn it, isn't it a taboo for twins?" Sima Qing gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you want a real identity for the rest of your life? What is the meaning of your life?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Sima Ye said lightly, "Even if there is no taboo about twins, and with an upright identity, it is impossible to have a lifetime." After that, he said: "You are you, I am me, understand? "

Sima Qing hurriedly sat up, her voice was crying: "You talk too hurtful! You bastard!"

His temper came and went quickly, Sima Ye got used to it early, turned his back and closed his eyes to sleep.

Sima Qing was also used to Sima Ye's indifference. She took a few breaths to suppress her anger, slowed down her tone, and asked lightly, "Do you have someone you like?"

the person I like?

In the past, Sima Ye would have denied it immediately, but tonight's question...has troubled his always clear mind.

But it was the brain that bothered him, and it didn't affect him in the slightest: "No!"

"No? Why did you pause before answering? It's not like you!" It's good to have no light, at least in the dark, where other senses are especially sensitive.

Faced with Sima Qing's almost unreasonable questioning, Sima Ye suddenly turned over. This action made Sima Qing immediately cover his head with his hand, thinking that he had finally angered him, but he didn't expect that the fist didn't come over, but he asked in a calm tone. An amazing question: "What is it like to like someone?"

Sima Qing sat embracing her knees with great interest, her mind entered the magnificent place he had preserved for many years, and her voice became lingering as a result: "I want to see him all the time, be with him for the rest of my life, and I want to protect him as much as I can." I want to give him what he needs most, I want to give him back ten times what he gave me, I want him to stand on the pinnacle of the world and be admired by thousands of people, I don’t want to see him depressed and wronged, I don’t want him to leave me, I don’t want him to like others, I don’t want he……"

"Okay." Sima Ye interrupted, "I don't have anyone I like."

I don't want him to like someone else...

With that last sentence, he was deluding himself that he didn't like anyone.

Sima Qing shut her mouth sullenly, Sima Ye's back seemed to be filled with rejection at this moment, he didn't dare to snuggle up to him again, even though he cherished the short time they spent together, even though he wanted to hug him hard...

……

The figure of the man standing on the back of a horse standing on the top of the city looks like an exiled immortal, with a light robe and light white fur, hair like ink and skin like snow, eyebrows flying upwards, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and the black peach blossoms that capture people's hearts Eyes, precisely ignoring everyone, his eyes were like melted cheese, softly scalding Sima Qing's face.

"It's disgusting!" Sima Qing frowned, subconsciously grabbing Sima Ye's hand, "You can bear him? If I stayed for a quarter of an hour, I couldn't help but crush him to death!"

After the disguise, Sima Ye kept his duty as a servant, and did not wave Sima Qing's hand, and let him lead him to Duan Qianmo who was waiting at the top of the city.

It feels a little different, today's Sima Qing made Duan Qianmo want to poke her twice, she changed her face too quickly, did she go hysterical after sleeping all night?What do you mean by frowning?

Also, what is that paw holding?

Holding someone else's hand in front of him, is he not as good as a cat or a dog in his eyes?

Or is it to make him angry on purpose, playing a little trick of lust?

hum!It's too small to look down on people, the famous romantic prince Duan Qianmo, the gorgeous tactics of playing Huacong are not just lip service!

How could it be possible to be angered by his little trick?If you are not angry, how can you be angry if you are not angry... If you are not angry, it is a ghost! ! !

"Tie people up!"

"Ah?" Wufu, who was dumbfounded, hadn't felt the change in the atmosphere yet, "Which one is tied?"

"Idiot, of course he is kidnapping a fugitive slave!"

"How dare you!" Sima Qing, who was already upset at him, immediately became furious.

"Are you asking if I dare?" Duan Qianmo looked down at Sima Qing condescendingly, his tone was gentle, but his smile became colder and colder, "Now let you see if I dare." He raised his chin, "Tie it up! "

Wu Fu scratched his head: "No rope!"

Duan Qianmo said: "If you don't have a rope, you have to tie it!"

"With what?"

"Pull a cane, thorny!"

The towers of Dunhuang are very old. Not far from the city wall is a wild forest with various vines covering the masonry walls. It is really not difficult to pull a vine.

How could it be possible for a group of people to travel without a rope? Wufu just wanted to fight with good intentions, but he didn't expect the prince to be really hot-tempered today. It seems that the innocent Ah Xi is destined to be affected by the flames of war.

Sima Ye stood behind Sima Qing with his hands down, as if everything had nothing to do with him, his eyes passed over Sima Qing's shoulders, and around Duan Qianmo who was sitting on the horse's back... he didn't know where he was looking.

What Sima Qing said last night kept reverberating in his mind, and he couldn't shake it off. It made him feel like insomnia.

He has become accustomed to closing himself off. The dark and chaotic world can bring him a sense of freedom without having to breathe heavily. He enjoys walking alone in the desert. The whole world is full of unchanging yellow sand, and the handover of the sky and the horizon is smooth. It is simple and concise, without the need to learn all kinds of different paths, and without having to face all kinds of people repeatedly. He once thought that this was his whole life.

But the expected changes were not enough. He never thought that crossing the desert would be an oasis.

Did the desert break into the oasis or did the oasis break into the desert?

The chestnuts peeled by skillful hands are very sweet, like the source of sweetness in the oasis, which moistens the thirsty body, but does not want the water source to have a whirlpool. It is not willing to be involved, but there is no room for escape.

Sima Qing's anger is like a small volcano that is about to erupt, and the aura that can burn people at any time is very strong. This makes Duan Qianmo very satisfied. Only him.

While being proud, there is also some inexplicable frustration, so who... is he looking at?

Obviously the gaze is on him, but why does it feel like he has passed through his body, and his mind has wandered?

This feeling is not good, very bad!

It was even more repulsive than Sima Qing frowning at him. The feeling of being ignored was like being poured into the veins with a bottle of Zhenjiang old vinegar, and the apex of the sour heart trembled along with it.

Sima Ye was awakened by the sound of fighting.

Wu Fu held a pile of dry vines and tilted his head to watch the battle. In fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't care about this flirting move. The key is his master's wishful thinking. How long will this fight last?

Anyone with long eyes can tell that the master's hot face is sticking to someone's cold ass this time, it's no use at all!In people's eyes, not only does he not exist, but he is all pretending to be that Axi, so why not accept the reality?

Sima Qing's moves can be described in two words - powerful!

He has been practicing arm strength since he was a child, he can pull a white stone bow without panting, he can throw a heavy spear a hundred feet away, and the sword in his hand is powerful, if anyone is unfortunately chopped, his brains will be scattered everywhere.

Duan Qianmo's skills are flexible, he can dodge, block, jump, turn, every move of the opponent can be easily avoided, and he can even play a game or two in his spare time.

After hundreds of moves, Sima Qing saw that she was not enough, but Duan Qianmo still looked relaxed at the moment with the mentality of playing, and did not see a trace of shortness of breath.

A palm wind came, only Duan Qianmo knew that the move was still there, but his strength was exhausted, he grabbed the opponent's hand with a backhand, pulled it around, and firmly wrapped his waist with the other hand.

The posture is ambiguous and graceful, Duan Qianmo half bent over, smiling and looking at the panting person in his arms, so beautiful!

"Why not Tantric Yoga?"

"Fuck your ass! Let me go!"

"Shh... your strength is exhausted, struggling is useless, we can take this opportunity to talk."

"I have nothing to talk to you about!"

"You didn't answer me for a long time because you like him?" Duan Qianmo glanced at Sima Ye, and found that Wufu had tied him up with rattan at some point, subconsciously frowned, looked away, and looked at the person in his arms seriously .

Sima Qing was slightly taken aback, how did he know?

"If you guess right, you are wishful thinking, and you don't want him to know." Duan Qianmo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Based on what I know about Axi, his heart is not on you, and your wrong affection may make him Hide to Java."

"What do you want to say?" Sima Qing was on alert, feeling as if she had stepped into a cover.

"I can follow your wishes, but you have to follow my mood, don't frown, you can treat it as a game instead of a transaction, and your mood will be much better."

"Keep talking!" Sima Qing felt powerless against this kind of Mianli needle.

"I have always taken care of my mood. I like you, maybe you will be very demanding. You know how much I love you... I see Qing once a month in Suzhou. I believe I will be in a good mood." Fu Qi Sima Qing blew into his ear, "Our game between the two of us will start today, alright, let me watch you go back, be good."

"I won't go!" Sima Qing clenched his fists tightly. He couldn't be manipulated by anyone, especially this person.

"You will." Duan Qianmo smiled casually, "I will not control your chance to meet him."

Sima Qing's eyes lit up, but she didn't speak, she snorted coldly, turned around and left.