After the rebirth, the way the prince looks at me has changed

Chen Moyun was imprisoned by Anyicheng for more than a month. During this period, except for Si Muqing who would visit him, everyone else was busy with other things.

Emperor Lin's body was getting thinner and thinner day by day, and it had reached the end of the day.

There is a hidden turmoil in the imperial court, and the forces of all parties are ready to move. In order to win the sovereignty of the autumn hunt that will be held in five days, they will not give in to each other.

On that day, the city lords of the various cities either sent their cronies or came in person. Anyway, they couldn't be absent, and it was also a good time for various forces to gather in private to discuss matters and win over forces.

Yao Kingdom will also send envoys to participate, most likely Jiang Mengan.

Emperor Lin thought over and over again, and handed over the task of hosting the hunt to An Yicheng.

……

Chen Moyun wore a bracelet and anklet to bask in the sun in Xiyan Pavilion, and his whole body lost a lot of weight.

The wrists and ankles were all scratched with thin red marks from wearing the chain for a long time, some were scabbed, and some were scratched again.

He sat there, watching the dead leaves float into the courtyard, one by one, with a very lonely expression.

Recently, An Yicheng has been busy with official duties during the day, and immersed himself in the tenderness of the four beauties of Yao Kingdom at night.

The place where they have fun is in the Ruanxiang Pavilion next to Xiyan Pavilion, and sometimes they are too excited, and the sound will be transmitted to his room.

Chen Moyun looked at the closed gate of Xiyan Pavilion, and suddenly thought of Xiao Li, if only the noisy Xiao Li was here, he would not be so boring.

Squeak—the door opened.

Su Ziyu was carrying the food box, feeling a little sympathetic to the person in front of him.

"Actually, His Highness treats you differently, you just have to follow him..." He didn't know why he wanted to tell his love rival.

"Can liking be forced? What if I force you to like me?" Chen Moyun hugged his knees, playing with the bells on his feet, and asked lightly.

Su Ziyu frowned in embarrassment, and shut up when he couldn't handle Chen Moyun's words. He opened the food box and took out a bowl of white rice and a few side dishes.

"Your Highness, are you free today?"

Chen Moyun slowly chewed the rice in the bowl, it was tasteless.

"Let me go and ask for you." Su Ziyu sighed.

Waiting for Chen Moyun to finish the meal, and then put the rice plate into the food box, Chen Moyun's meal was very small, the four dishes of side dishes were almost untouched, and he only ate half of the meal.

But yes, if he is chained by bracelets and anklets all day long, and can only stay in this yard for a month, except for the time of food delivery, he will not see a living person during the rest of the time, probably he will not be able to eat.

Su Ziyu came back quickly and brought a few maids with her.

He handed a pill to Chen Moyun, "His Highness promised to see you at night, but you have to take this."

Chen Moyun took it, swallowed it without hesitation, looked at him again, and waited for Su Ziyu to explain.

"This will only make you unable to use your strength and martial arts for a day. I will see His Highness tonight, and you must be subdued."

While talking, Su Ziyu untied Chen Moyun's bracelet and anklet, and patted him on the shoulder.

When Chen Moyun was lying in the bathtub, his ankles felt like needles, and when the wound touched the water, it was terribly hot.

The maid knelt behind him, combing his black hair gently, smelling the refreshing fragrance, which is not as sweet as the woman's body fragrance, faint, lingering in the tip of the heart, occasionally scratching gently, it makes people's heart beat endlessly.

He got up, let the maid wipe off the water stains, and then put on his inner coat, middle coat, and outer robe.

The clothes turned out not to be the same red, but rather elegant silver.

Put it under candlelight, there will be more dazzling silver light, twinkling.

After serving him to wash and wash, almost all the maids were blushing and looked shy.

When Chen Moyun walked to the door of Ruanxiang Pavilion under the moonlight, he heard bursts of laughter coming from the room.

Wu Nong's soft words, soft and tactful, with a little bit of coquettishness, made people's ears go soft, wishing to hold the speaker in his arms and give him a good mouthful.

He raised his hand halfway, then suddenly put it down again. If he went in on such a beautiful day, wouldn't it disturb the interest of His Highness the Crown Prince?

But, what is the difference between my identity in the mansion and those four people!

He pushed open the door, the candlelight flickered in the room, the red silk fluttered lightly, and the hazy red light added some ambiguous atmosphere of unknown origin.

An Yicheng was dressed in black brocade, blindfolded, and was chasing four men who were dressed the same as Chen Moyun.

Someone pushed Chen Moyun, and he staggered and fell into Anyicheng's arms.

The man put his arms around his waist and sniffed his neck. It was different from the smell of rouge in Goulan, it was faint and fragrant.

He was very familiar with this smell, and he pushed Chen Moyun away.

After Chen Moyun took the medicine, his body strength was abnormal, and he pushed hard, and fell to the ground hard.

Everyone was quiet and stopped fighting.

Anyicheng pulled off the cloth strips that blindfolded him, as if disappointed.

"Haven't you ever played? How can the captured person jump on the captured person? Or are you lonely and want to be favored by the lonely?"

Chen Moyun climbed up her earlobe and clenched her fists angrily.

He threw the blindfolded cloth onto Chen Moyun's face, sat down on the bed again, and clapped his hands at the four of them.

Those four people took off their outer robes and ran towards the person on the bed obediently. The thin silk wrapped their bodies indistinctly. This must be the scene in the wine pond and meat forest.

Two people knelt on the ground and rubbed his legs, and the other two knelt on the bed and squeezed his shoulders.

He looked at Chen Moyun with cold eyes, as if he didn't know each other, "Why are you still sitting on the ground, waiting for Gu to help you? Hurry up and pour wine!"

Chen Moyun got up, probably because of taking the medicine, he walked very slowly.

He picked up the wine glass on the table, poured wine into it, and put it to Anyicheng's mouth with downcast eyes.

The red mark on his wrist was on his fair skin, new wounds added old wounds, layer after layer, it looked unusually eye-catching.

Anyicheng suddenly grabbed his wrist, the pain caused him to let go of the glass, and the wine spilled on the floor.

The four people knelt down in panic and begged the prince to calm down.

I don't know what An Yicheng is angry about, but looking at Chen Moyun's eyes is terribly cold.

"Go away!"

The four of them picked up the robes that had fallen on the ground, brushed each other, and squeezed through the small pitiful door, as if they were afraid of Anyicheng's temper.

"Your hands are like this, why don't you let Su Ziyu tell Gu?"

He didn't know why he was so angry.

"Tell His Highness, will His Highness untie it?" His voice was cold, and he kept his eyes down, stubbornly making people feel distressed.

"If you don't disobey Gu again and again, Gu will treat you like this!"

He was emotional, changed his usual calm appearance, grabbed Chen Moyun's hand, and suddenly exerted a lot of force as if he couldn't control it.

It hurts!

"So I should be like a marionette, at your mercy, can't I have my own thoughts!" He looked at him, "Why, why did you imprison me like this."

Chen Moyun closed his eyes in pain, almost crying, "Who am I, An Yicheng, you want to treat me like this?"

After being bored in his heart for a month, he finally broke down. He was hysterical, letting tears roll in his eyes.

"Why don't you understand, Ayun?"

I just don't want to lose you, I just want you to always be by my side, where I can always see you.

"What did you make me understand, An Yicheng? I beg you to let me go, I really still have a lot to do!"

Chen Moyun knelt down weakly, was held by him with one hand, and grabbed his clothes corner with the other, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, letting tears fall to the floor, drop after drop, he was really exhausted.

Anyicheng let go of his hand, looking at the collapsed people on the ground at a loss, he had never encountered such a situation.

After a long time, when Chen Moyun's sobs subsided, he sighed and asked weakly, "Do you have to go?"

"I have to go."

Anyicheng stood up, walked around the room frantically, and felt confused, smashed the furnishings in the room to pieces.

Then he picked up the wine jug that was on the table and drank it in one gulp. His face was slightly red and his eyes were in a trance, and he threw the empty jug to Chen Moyun's side.

He squatted down, picked up the wine jug that had not been touched on the table, and poured half of it.

In a daze, he raised Chen Moyun's chin, gently wiped away the tears on his face, squeezed his chin tightly, let his mouth half open, and poured the remaining half pot of wine into it .

He looked at Chen Moyun who was lying on the ground, coughing and patting his chest, grabbed him into his arms, and threw him on the bed.

Anyicheng pressed those restless hands, tore off the red hair rope and tied him to the head of the bed, and impatiently untied his clothes.

"An Yicheng!"

Chen Moyun's roar failed to bring back his rationality, maybe he didn't want to be rational at all.

He bent down, and the sound of rapid breathing echoed in Chen Moyun's ears.

"An Yicheng, don't touch me!" His hands were tied tightly, unable to struggle.

An Yicheng directly covered Chen Moyun's mouth with his hands, not letting him make a sound, he was afraid that he would be unable to do so while listening to his pleading.

He put one hand on the back of Chen Moyun's waist, then kissed the tear stains on his face, and slowly moved his hand down again.

Chen Moyun shook his head vigorously in despair, pointing one finger, two fingers...

"Ayun, just once."

Chen Moyun was so weak that the blood on his wrist flowed onto the clean bed.

"Ayun, take it easy, it won't hurt too much." He coaxed softly, and kissed his earlobe again.

Relax?How does he relax?Anyone can relax after being like this!

Chen Moyun was in a nervous mood, more afraid than angry, he hadn't tried this before, although he had dreamed of having trouble with Jiang Zeyou before, but it was all because of him.

The heroic general in his life never thought that one day he would be crushed under his body.

Chen Moyun let out a muffled snort, only feeling his body tense, the hands tied above his head clenched into fists uncontrollably, and then gave up struggling as if resigned to his fate.

Moonlight shone through the open window, and the two shadows on the floor gradually blended into one.

……

The wind was strong, and the forest around the hunting ground was densely covered with layers of dead leaves. When the autumn wind blew, the fallen leaves rolled, and the waves were turbulent like thousands of horses.

An Yicheng was dressed in a red outfit, riding a steed, galloping past on the road of the hunting ground, raising dust mixed with dead leaves all over the sky.

He hugged Chen Moyun tightly, and said softly: "Ayun, hurry up, I'm going to speed up!"

The person in his arms didn't respond, so he leaned quietly and let him toss.

After running around the hunting ground for a few laps, seeing him unhappy, An Yicheng felt bored.

Since that night, Chen Moyun seemed to be a different person. Although he was cold before, he would talk back when he met people, but now as long as it is not An Yicheng who asks questions, anyone who talks to him will be ignored.

Like an exquisite puppet doll, wearing gorgeous clothes, sitting blankly, at the mercy of Anyi Cheng.

He once said that he would erase the edges and corners of Chen Moyun's body, but now that he has done it, An Yicheng has no sense of accomplishment.

He took Chen Moyun off the horse and dragged him to shoot arrows. He wanted to make that man happy, but he didn't know what to do to make him happy.

So he simply took him to do all the things he liked.

An Yicheng stood ten meters away, drew the bow and arrow to the full, concentrated, and when he released it, he hit the bull's-eye.

No one around did not applaud. An Yicheng didn't care whether they applauded or not. What he cared about was the reaction of the person who was sitting there blankly with dazed eyes.