Yezhao Sandbar

There was another loud noise, and the two door panels were kicked open vigorously. Wu Fu appeared outside the door, passed through the crowd, picked up Sima Qing and landed beside Duan Qianmo.

"The subordinates have come to deal with the aftermath, and the horses outside have been snatched back!"

Duan Qianmo nodded, Sima Qing said: "You guys come out later and lead everyone out of the inn!"

Duan Qianmo pulled Sima Qing tightly and jumped out of the inn, and when he landed, Sima Qing took out the wolf flute and blew it to his lips, and a few gravels not far away immediately faintly green.

In the dark night, the wolves were like a black army, marching towards the inn in darkness with fierce steps.

At this time, the guards of the palace had led the horse thief out of the inn, and when the wolves approached ten feet away, they heard someone screaming tremblingly: "There are wolves!"

Sima Qing flashed past Duan Qianmo's eyes, and within a few jumps, he was already facing his wolf pack.

Rather than saying that it was a fight between wolves and humans, it was better to say that it was a review and interpretation of a magnificent army. Many years later, in the deepest part of Duan Qianmo's memory, one was Sima Qing smiling in the cheetah iron cage, and the other was This time, I will control the wolf to meet the enemy.

Sima Qing, who was walking in front of the wolves, was not stepping on yellow sand and rocks, but the luxurious Danxi, step by step towards his throne, his posture of controlling the wolves, advancing, attacking, copying left and right, each The movements are sonorous and graceful.

At that moment, his outline faded away from the youthful youthfulness, piercing eyes, high nose bridge, tight lips, tight lines and firmness, yet there is a wild beauty combining arrogance and introversion ingeniously, like a desert elf , the king of the night.

Duan Qianmo couldn't bear to miss in the blink of an eye, so he narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, his heart couldn't restrain the beating of a person, and not everyone could resist the surprise he brought time and time again. .

Feeling that he has suddenly become so small, but he is willing to shrink into dust in front of that person, he is sure that he has been manipulated by him, throws his heart freely and freely without reservation, loves him - Sima Qing!

In this life, no one can fall into his eyes again!

The wolves lost a lot, but the wild wolves are the most indispensable thing in the desert. The horse thieves for reinforcements joined the ferocious war one after another. .

Sima Qing left a few jobs for Duan Qianmo.

"You can torture who wants to silence you!" It was cold, without any warmth.

Duan Qianmo looked down at the horse thieves who were kneeling on the ground trembling with fear, and when he looked at Sima Qing again, there was a little apology and helplessness in his eyes.

The guard against him in the inn broke his heart, right?

"Don't kill us..."

Duan Qianmo was still pondering, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Sima Qing's dagger was touching the horse thief's Adam's apple, and he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

Changing the subject, he said, "Torture is not in a hurry. Ah Xi hasn't returned yet..."

"I'll go find him!" Sima Qing interrupted him coldly, her eyes slowly fell on Duan Qianmo's face, and she asked in a somewhat difficult voice: "The prince will still worry about Ah Xi's safety?"

"Of course I miss it." Duan Qianmo couldn't help smiling, "Aside from the fact that he is my slave, he is still our red line, without him..." With a self-deprecating smile, "Maybe you wouldn't have followed me all the way. .”

Sima Qing turned her face away, knowing that the answer she got would be an injury unintentionally given by the other party, but she still acted like a sick and confused person, deceiving herself and others by imagining the bitter concoction as a bowl of sugar water. The bitterness of self-deception becomes unspeakable.

Just like when he was five years old, he was forgotten under the bed, his mother hugged his younger brother to sleep, patted his back lightly, hummed soft Jiangnan ditty, he could imagine the darkness surrounding his body, yes Mom's hand, the ditty that floated in from the cracks in the bed was a lullaby sung by grandma, but once he stepped out of the bed, what he saw was grandma's caring eyes, earnest instructions, and gentle caress... It didn't belong to him at all. The dream-like imagination he created in the dark turned into fragments in the bright room.

Duan Qianmo watched Sima Qing walk away with his hands behind his back. Surrounded by wolves, his back was lonelier than Leng Yueqinghui's. He wanted to keep him, but there was no reason for him to stay.

Farther and farther away... the distance from each other.

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Ah Xi returned to the palace a day later than Duan Qianmo. The reason why he sneaked into the palace was to spy on the movements of the king of the Western Fan. Now it is confirmed that Duan Qianmo will not be bad for Yueshi because of Sima Qing. He can't find a reason why he should come back , but still came back.

Maybe it's because the master left and he has nowhere to go. This should be half of the reason.

Duan Qianmo didn't ask him to serve him, and there was no movement on the other side of the hut's wall. If there wasn't the bottle of wound medicine on the table, he would have thought these days were like a dream.

In fact, there were not many injuries on his body. Wu Fu didn't use much force when he tied him with the rattan, but there were inevitably some stab wounds on his chest and arms, which were nothing at all.

After taking a shower in the bathroom used by the servants and returning to the house, the sound of the third watch drum was vaguely heard outside the mansion. I applied some wound medicine to my arms and chest, and was about to sleep when the wall rang a few times.

He didn't want to pay attention to it, maybe Qian Mo came back during the time when he was going to take a bath, presumably it was just to make fun of himself, the wall kept ringing, Ah Xi covered his head with the quilt, there was no sound for a long time, and after a while there was a knock on the door.

It rang seven or eight times, but he couldn't pretend he didn't hear it, got up and opened the door, Duan Qianmo stood at the door in a coat, with a very bad expression, "Come here!" Then he left.

Ah Xi put on some clothes and followed him to his room, but was ordered to take off her shirt, and undressed in the middle of the night, of course Ah Xi was unwilling, so she took two steps back and stared at him guardedly, almost clutching the skirt of her clothes and calling for help.

Duan Qianmo raised his eyebrows sanctimoniously, and Liu Xiahui's standard posture, no one could see what he said was good, "Don't think wrong."

Ah Xi: "..."

Can you not want to be crooked?

Duan Qianmo yawned indistinctly, and stepped forward to grab Ah Xi who was about to turn around and run away. It has to be said that this person's movements of picking up other people's clothes were quick and fast beyond imagination, and Ah Xi who was struggling seemed to be waiting to be slaughtered. The little chicken was forced to lie on his lap, and the back felt chilly, and the scent of the medicine wafted into his nostrils.

"let me go!"

The answer to him was a sound on the buttocks: "Crack!"

"I don't need your help!"

"Snapped!"

"you!!!"

"Snapped!"

"..."

"Please tie the cane yourself? Huh?!" Duan Qianmo's voice was filled with a cool smile, "What can you do?"

Ah Xi blushed with grief and indignation: "..."

"Escape from the palace privately, hit the blade with your neck?"

"Don't worry about it!"

The buttocks slammed again: "Talk back!?"

Ah Xi wanted to die, she was angry and ashamed, her nose was sour, and something seemed to come out of her eyes.

He didn't want people to see his fragility, so he broke free from Duan Qianmo's restraint with a strong force from somewhere, and rushed outside with his head buried.

There was a sound of getting up and following behind her, but Ah Xi didn't turn her head and said loudly, "Don't come over!"

Duan Qianmo ignored him, took a small step forward and grabbed him, Ah Xi struggled vigorously, Duan Qianmo didn't let go, but pulled him back instead.

He was very curious about what the child was awkward about. He lost his temper so much, and he hadn't finished losing his temper as a master. It was really upside down!

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!..."

Ah Xi struggled non-stop, just didn't turn her head, she yelled loudly, but her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into sobbing...

Duan Qianmo was stunned, he heard that right, Ah Xi was crying? ? ?

After being stunned for a moment, Duan Qianmo subconsciously used force to wrap him in his arms. Axi turned her back to him and frantically pulled her sleeves to wipe away her tears.

"Why are you crying?" Duan Qianmo turned his body to face her, her tone softened unconsciously.

Ah Xi tilted her head, blinked her wet eyes, and denied loudly: "I didn't cry!"

"You still say you didn't cry?" Duan Qianmo passed his fingers from under his eyes, and hung them in his eyes: "What is this? Horse urine?"

"You're the shit out of it!" Axi snapped back angrily.

Duan Qianmo laughed loudly, and there was a bit of pampering in the blame, "Little thing, you are up and down, dare to scold me, your master, haven't you received enough slaps on the buttocks?"

Ah Xi lowered her head, trying to break free from Duan Qianmo's control.

"Don't move." Duan Qianmo didn't let go, leaned into his ear, and whispered softly: "Don't move...don't move, just stay like this for a while."

Duan Qianmo embraced his shoulders, rested his chin on his sideburns, gently blew on the short hair that was loose around his ears, and put his arms around his waist, just draped lightly like this.

Ah Xi's body stiffened, he wanted to push Duan Qianmo away, this inexplicable tenderness came suddenly, he knew that Duan Qianmo's tenderness was not for himself, but he couldn't bear to push him away cruelly, maybe he was greedy too, obviously it was The self-deception of drawing another figure with eyes closed while facing each other.

"Axi, do you like Sima Qing?" Duan Qianmo asked suddenly.

Ah Xi stepped back, put her hands on Duan Qianmo's shoulders, and stared at him in astonishment.

"Why do you ask?"

"I want to know if you like Sima Qing."

Ah Xi fixedly looked at Duan Qianmo's dark pupils, and his bright eyeballs were his own shadow, but what he saw in his eyes was another person.

"I do not like anyone."

The corner of Duan Qianmo's mouth raised, and with the signature smile of Bailian King Kong, the laughing Ah Xi felt guilty, "No, you like a person, that person..." He drawled his tone slowly, "It's me!"

Like a bolt from the blue, Ah Xi instinctively wanted to escape!

Duan Qianmo's panic was invisible to Duan Qianmo's eyes. At this moment, Duan Qianmo understood all conjectures.

As a prince, a romantic figure who is immersed in love and singing to the moon, and a dreamer who throws his heart away in countless spring girls, Duan Qianmo has long been used to the admiration of others, and one more person and one less person like him. Nothing to worry about.

however……

The suppressed admiration of the young man in front of him actually made his heart jump with joy, what happened to him?