The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

The so-called "Let me come today" is nothing more than a change of person who took the initiative. In the past, the thin-skinned people patiently stripped off each other's clothes. When Zhou Mo couldn't help but lift his waist, Yan Qing groaned, I almost got anxious.

His breathing was messy and his momentum was not strong, but he still stared at Zhou Mo, "Don't rush..."

The red candle was burning, the bed curtains were loose, and the temperature in the new house kept rising. It was not until Yan Qing couldn't hold on and slid off Zhou Mo that Zhou Mo regained the initiative.

Yan Qing was so tired that he didn't want to move, so he heard Zhou Mo's snoring and laughing, "Your physical strength is getting worse and worse."

"..."

Early the next morning, Hei Yan's voice sounded outside the door, "Master, Master, it's time to get up."

Hei Yan yelled two or three times, and didn't give up until he heard the slight sound of turning around inside.

Hei Ying frowned and looked at him, and asked silently: Master, you dare to shout when you get up?

Hei Yan shrugged and didn't reply directly, "Get the car ready, I have to enter the palace today."

Inside the house, Zhou Mo woke up leisurely, frowned instinctively, and was in a daze when he saw the bright red curtain in front of him clearly. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Yan Qing curled up in his arms, his face stained unconsciously. smiled.

He moved close to someone and kissed the corner of his mouth, his voice dripping softly, "Qing'er, wake up."

Yan Qing didn't open his eyes, as if he was babbling, Zhou Mo leaned closer to listen and found that it was: "Well, Ah Mo, please forgive me, I can't come again..."

Zhou Mo touched his nose, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw Yan Qing's smooth shoulders covered with bruises. He also knew that this time the trouble was too ruthless, so he freed up a hand and gently pressed on the waist, "Wake up, I have to go to the palace today."

Extremely gentle and moderate, Yan Qing snorted twice before raising her eyes slightly. After seeing Zhou Mo clearly, some grievances appeared on her face, "...so sour."

The joy is there, but the soreness is real too.

Zhou Mo sat up straight after hearing the words, patted him lightly, and made him turn over, "Here?"

"A little bit on the left, um, it's sour here too."

"It's a sign of lack of exercise. It won't be so uncomfortable when you get used to it." Zhou Mo said while giving a massage.

Thinking of what happened last night, Yan Qing couldn't help but burn his face, he buried his head in the pillow, his voice was like a mosquito, "... whoever wants to get used to this, you can't control yourself."

Zhou Mo didn't hear clearly, "Huh?", but Yan Qing ignored him, "It's time to get up, I'll give you a press on the way, the morning morning is coming to an end."

Yan Qing raised his head when he heard the words, "Where is our jade plate?"

Zhou Mo got up, took two carved phoenix jade pendants from the shelf, and brought them to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing's eyes lit up, she quickly sat up and stretched out her hand, "I'll help you tie it."

"Get dressed first."

Zhou Mo took another set of clothes from the hanger to Yan Qing, and gave the jade pendant to Yan Qing after they were dressed, and stood by the side of the bed waiting for Yan Qing to fasten it.

Yan Qing stared at the jade pendant and smiled for a while, no matter how pleasing to the eye, he touched the lustrous and beautiful jade pendant with a unique pattern engraved on it, and couldn't stop smiling, "From now on, you will be a married man gone."

Zhou Mo lowered his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, "I'll tie it for you too."

This kind of jade pendant is also called jade butterfly. Due to the special material and engraving technique, almost no one can imitate it. Of course, no one will deliberately imitate it. This kind of jade butterfly is only a husband and wife relationship recognized by law. symbol of.

Every couple will have a jade butterfly that belongs to them alone. As early as in the town, Yan Qing was jealous of the jade butterfly hanging on the waist of the Li couple.

"It's worth it." This trip back is really worth it.

Yan Qing thought from the bottom of his heart.

—

When seeing the emperor came out of the palace, Zhou Mo noticed that Yan Qing was a little absent-minded, "What's wrong?"

"...He helped me a lot." Yan Qing whispered.

Zhou Mo understood as soon as he thought about it. Just now when the emperor said that he didn't need to visit the queen mother, and the queen mother was not feeling well recently, Yan Qing's expression began to change a little.

Zhou Mo said, "Then go and have a look."

Yan Qing nodded slightly.

The poison in Yang Que's body became a taboo for everyone. Maybe it was because the first emperor died because of it, or maybe there was no cure. In short, no one mentioned it since that day.

But Yan Qing always had doubts in his heart, for no other reason than Yang Que's repeated rescue of him, he couldn't bear to ignore it.

In particular, Yang Que had never hurt his empress father, and his dislike for himself was nothing more than due to the former emperor.

Yan Qing couldn't tell where the disgust came from, but thinking of her father, Yan Qing didn't find it strange at all, it was the most ruthless emperor's family.

Yang Que still lives in the remote palace, Xu Shi has a quiet temper and has been reluctant to move.When Yan Qing and Zhou Mo walked in, they saw Yang Que sitting sideways by the pool, hunched over and coughing uncontrollably.

Yang Que didn't turn her head back, and sat there quietly after coughing, like a sculpture, completely ignoring the two people who walked into the hall.

It has been less than half a year from the side of the Golden Luan Hall, but Yang Que looks more and more fragile, as if his figure could fall apart when the wind blows.

No matter what Yan Qing said to him, he kept it as if he hadn't heard it, and his eyes were peaceful.

Yan Qing glanced at Zhou Mo, pursed her lips and said, "Did you take the medicine?"

Yang Que turned his head slowly when he heard this, and stared at Yan Qing for a long time before raising his eyebrows. He didn't deny it, and even laughed out loud, "Yes, I did it."

As soon as the words fell, the pain in his body was overwhelming again. Yang Qin grabbed the clothes on his chest, dripping with cold sweat, but he was used to the pain, and with a pale face, he smiled at Yan Qing, "When did you find out?"

"...I just figured it out when I came back to my senses recently. What you said to me that day in the side courtyard of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, I should have understood that you actually hate her even more than I do."

"But I hope you can take care of yourself, it's not worth it." Yan Qing said softly.

Not worth it, really not worth it.

Yang Qin lowered his eyes and coughed for a long time, until Yan Qing was hesitant to go forward, before stopping, "Yeah, I hate her, I hate her so much that I even arranged the assassination that day."

He let out a long sigh, as if he had opened his long-sealed heart, and started talking to Yan Qing.

That's right, he hated the first emperor, from his childhood sweetheart to this point, he watched her marry someone else and spread out, the newcomers were carried into the palace gate one by one, sweet words came easily, and the heart-warming promises made in youth seemed like a joke.

He also always thought that the most ruthless aspect of the emperor was to be full of love, but until Xiao Fei appeared, Yang Que had to admit that he was just a shortcut for that person to reach the peak of power.

It's just a shortcut.

……

In the second year of Tianyi, Empress Dowager Yang died of illness. The emperor respected her will and was not buried with the former emperor.

Yan Qing's consolation did not work after all.

In the same year, frequent border wars broke out, and Zhou Liu took the initiative to ask for an order to go out.

When the news came back, Yan Qing seemed to be a little more anxious than Zhou Mo, spinning back and forth.

"Liu'er has only just gotten married, why did he ask for the decree by himself?"

Zhou Mo took a sip of tea and spread out the rice paper on the table, "How is the painting?"

The paper was obviously Yan Qing who was leaning on the couch reading a book.

Yan Qing choked, "What time is it, aren't you worried about your sister at all?"

"What are you worried about, I must have asked for an order in private to bring the family with me," Zhou Mo added a few more strokes, "It's just that she made me work for her in a different way every day, and took Yan Yun to play around by herself. Eighty percent of them went there just to escape."

Yan Qing was silent, with some suspicion flashing in his eyes.

"Yanyun is invincible, and Zhouliu has ghosts and spirits. Instead of worrying about them, you should worry about the opponent."

Since Zhou Liu chased her husband, in order to have more conversations with Yan Yun, he read the book of war one after another, seeing that he became interested, and even recited it fluently.

Yan Qing was somewhat persuaded.

However, because of Zhou Liu's behavior, Zhou Mo also had other thoughts in his mind. Instead of being arrested by Zhou Liu from time to time to work as a laborer in Beijing, why not go back to his original intention?

He looked at Yan Qing and said seriously, "Let's slip away too, fly far away, and live our days of idle clouds and wild cranes."

"Where are you going?" Yan Qing stared at Zhou Mo with wide eyes, and couldn't help thinking of the incredible days when they first started growing flowers and farming.

Although the conditions are much better now, I still have some regrets in my heart. They haven't lived in that courtyard...for long.

The two looked at each other, and they both found the same longing in each other's eyes, so they left as soon as they said it, with three or five guards, the two even fled in front of Zhou Liu.

But the capital was in chaos for several days because of this.

After waking up overnight, the prince who was just found disappeared again.