[Traveling] Attacking Wife Trick

Yingcheng, who was constantly busy between Chaotang and Yuesu Lake, if he mentioned the only thing to comfort him, it would be the peace and stability of the palace recently.

Even Zhao Tingyun has behaved a lot during this time, and didn't cause trouble for himself everywhere.

Not long ago, when I met An Rong in the mansion, Ying Cheng asked about Zhao Tingyun's current situation, and An Rong answered each of them, saying that Zheng Jun was still copying virtues and rituals, and would read books in his spare time.

When talking to Ying Cheng, An Rong kept his head half down, showing a very humble and obedient appearance.

She couldn't help sighing that Zhao Tingyun would be grateful if An Rong was half obedient.In fact, it is not difficult to guess that the temper improvement of that pampered boy cannot be separated from An Rong's persuasion.It is really a blessing for the Zhao family to have such an attendant.

Ying Cheng joked with him, "It must be your credit for your Zhengjun's ability to hold back his temper."

An Rong shook his head in embarrassment, "Zhengjun himself knew his mistake. Although he has been acting aggressively, he is hoping that the prince will forgive him. Now Zhengjun is copying the rituals according to the prince's order every day. The prince can go to See, Zheng Jun really knows that he was wrong."

The three sentences are inseparable from Zhengjun, and every word is considered for Zhao Tingyun.

In a different way, he asked himself to go to Duanyue Tower to see that person.Ying Cheng looked at An Rong with interest, his ears turned red, and then he smiled, "Okay, I'll go see him someday."

An Rong felt relieved, and responded happily.

Nearly ten days have passed since Wei Guo's envoy and Yue Suchi arrived in Daliang.During this period, the most important topic in the main hall was the war in northern Xinjiang.Now the group of ministers is basically divided into two factions. The military officer headed by the Taiwei insists on preemptive strikes, while the civil servants headed by the prime minister advocate that the enemy should not move and we should not move.Day after day, morning after day, I saw them arguing back and forth, but in the end they couldn't reach a result.

It was still winter outside the hall, but inside the hall, there was smoke rising from incense sticks, and the heater slowly dissipated the cold atmosphere around.

Feng Jun Zhanxiao held a child who had just reached the full moon in his arms, teasing and whispering, "Now the border is worrying, and even the court is not safe. If this continues, won't I be in a mess first. Zhan Wei If you fight, the country will be in chaos first."

"Father, don't worry." A hand covered the back of Zhan Xiao's hand, and after sitting next to him, Ying Cheng comforted him, "I don't think things are that bad. Besides, if you are worried, it is your father's worry." When he said the last, there was a sense of deliberation in his tone.

Indeed, Yingcheng still complained a little about Ying Congyu arbitrarily deciding on the marriage he chose for him, and he still hadn't completely let go of the other party's practice of asking Zhan Xiao to come forward without giving him the slightest explanation.

On the other hand, Zhan Xiao couldn't help but find it interesting to see his behavior that resembled anger, "You are much more cheerful now than before. This is so good, I like to see you happy."

Yingcheng knew in his heart that the "before" that Zhan Xiao said was referring to the day when the original owner of this body just woke up from a coma, and that was also the day when Yingcheng just crossed over.During that time, I couldn't adapt to the unfamiliar environment at all, and my mental state was extremely poor, which made the people around me worry for a long time.And now...

Not speaking anymore, Ying Cheng just sat silently with Zhan Xiao.

"Why are you in a daze again?" After adjusting his posture a little, Zhan Xiao freed up a hand to stroke Ying Cheng's hair, and asked, "Listen to your Majesty, the envoys of Wei State and the Ninth Prince praised you so much, It looks very appreciative. What method did you use, let me hear it?"

"It's still the old way, food and drink are served, and everything is answered. Of course, as for what to answer, let Junfu worry about it."

"It's getting worse and worse." Zhan Xiao pinched Ying Cheng's face, and seemed to think of something for a moment, "I heard such a rumor, and I don't know if it's true... The people of Wei Guo are actually going to kill Liang Chuzhi. To arrange a marriage for the Ninth Prince..."

Just as he was talking, the child in his arms suddenly babbled softly, his little hands moved, and he didn't know what he wanted.

Zhan Xiao quickly coaxed, "Mo Shi, be good—"

Yingcheng touched the little milk baby's face with his fingers, and somehow won the other's favor.Mo Shi grabbed his hand and didn't let go.

"Little Mo Shi," Ying Cheng lowered his head and kissed that soft and fragrant face, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Mo Shi's big black eyes were bent into cracks with a smile, and he gripped Ying Cheng's hand even tighter.

This is the second son of Prince Ying Lan, who looks like a dumpling, very cute.He was deeply loved by the people in the palace.Ying Cheng also likes to play around when he is free.

He teased the cheerful child, and then picked up Zhan Xiao's words, "I've heard the rumor, but I'm afraid that the Ninth Prince has a very high vision, and ordinary people can't catch his eyes."

"That's true...but his choice will directly affect who Wei Guo will vote for. It seems that this time, even Wei Guo is about to make a move."

Somewhat absent-minded, Yingcheng responded, and said, "It depends on what the prince wants."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to continue this topic, Zhan Xiao smiled and diverted his attention, "I see you like children so much, hurry up too, so that you can be a companion for Mo Shi."

"..." Yingcheng was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the arrow was pointing at him inexplicably, so he could only mumble, "No hurry..."

"Why are you not in a hurry?" Zhan Xiao disagreed, "You and Chang Xi have been together for so many years, and I haven't heard any movement."

Yingcheng was so embarrassed that he couldn't find anything to refute for a while.How could he tell Zhan Xiao that he was not fully prepared yet?Because I am not from this world.

The current life is full of uncertainties. He is not sure whether he can stay in Daliang forever, and he is not sure whether he will be sent back again at a certain point in time, as if he was passed through.

Then, what should I do——

Now facing Chang Xi, he occasionally struggles with anxiety.It is unimaginable that if they have a child, and one day, at a certain time, they suddenly disappear...

I am really afraid of the melancholy and forbearance in Chang Xi's dark eyes.

Every time he thought of this, Yingcheng was filled with burning unease.

And all of this, there is no way to explain to Zhan Xiao one by one.Or maybe... Zhan Xiao can actually understand?However, this fluke thought was just a flash.

Ying Cheng laughed at himself in his heart: A lonesome ghost came out of nowhere, stole the body of someone else's own son for no reason, and pretended that everyone would understand and accept it...

When did my imagination become so good?

At this moment, the night is getting dark.

Tonight's fog is thicker than any day before, and the moon is hidden in it, deprived of even a glimmer of light.The supposedly dazzling five-point starlight also began to dim.But it is not difficult to see that they are almost in a straight line at the moment.

Zhao Tingyun was lying on the table bored, unwilling to move.There was nothing else on the paper except a few scribbles.Not long after, I finally couldn't bear it and stood up, threw the brush violently, and said angrily, "Why should I sit here and copy for him! No one has dared to do this to me since I was a child! That bastard ..." He gritted his teeth, "An Rong! Come here and continue copying for me!"

It just so happened that An Rong came in from outside the house with a plate of pastries, "Put it there, Zhengjun, it's almost there, I'll be able to copy them all later."

Zhao Tingyun didn't hear him at all, only when his eyes fell on the plate of pastries, he relieved a little, "It happens that I'm hungry, bring it here!"

"This is for the prince." An Rong sighed, walked up to Zhao Tingyun, and handed the dish to him, "Zhengjun, take it to the prince, and say that you learned how to make it yourself. I made this dish specially." It's a little bit worse. You take the copied stack of characters together. The prince is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and he will forgive you. "

Zhao Tingyun was stunned for a while, and insisted, "Why should I go to please him! I won't go, I want to eat by myself!"

"Zhengjun, do you want to be treated as invisible all the time in the mansion? Besides, when you found out that you were going to marry in, you were not so happy—"

"Enough is enough!" Zhao Tingyun interrupted An Rong's words impatiently, "I'll just send it off, don't preach to me." Before leaving, taking advantage of the other party's not paying attention, he quickly reached out to pick it up. He just took a bite out of a piece of pastry, and then looked at An Rong very complacently, and said inarticulately, "I want to be rough (eating) when I spray (incidentally)!"

"..." An Rong didn't know what to say.He watched the man run so fast that he disappeared outside the door not long after.

When he swayed to the courtyard of Yingcheng, Zhao Tingyun found Ning Xiang standing there. He raised his chin slightly and asked, "Where is the prince?"

"Zhengjun," Ning Xiang bowed and bowed, "The prince is in the palace and hasn't come back yet. Is there something urgent for Zhengjun?"

"He's not here?" Zhao Tingyun frowned, didn't he have to wait?

"The prince should be here soon. It's cold outside. Let Zhengjun enter the house and rest for a while." Ning Xiang led him inside, and asked casually, "Zhengjun, let me get that plate for you?"

"What's the matter with you? Don't touch it with dirty hands, and go away."

Already immune to the temper of the person next to him, Ning Xiang calmly stopped talking, and after taking him to the next room where Yingcheng lived, he retreated first.

Zhao Tingyun is not a quiet person, after a while, he felt bored and couldn't help but want to walk around.There are very few opportunities to come to Yingcheng's courtyard on weekdays, and I have never been to the other party's room.

An idea flashed in his head, and Zhao Tingyun's eyes rolled around: This opportunity is rare, why don't you go to that person's room to have a good look at it?

He quietly opened the door a crack, after making sure that there was no one around, taking advantage of the darkness, he deftly pushed open the door of the next room, and sneaked in lightly.

……

Yingcheng came back with Chang Xi.

Coincidentally, when he first arrived at the mansion, he wanted to see Chang Xi, and happened to meet Chang Xi and Mu Tang walking this way.After asking, it turned out that the man was worried that he was too tired these days, so he specially cooked some porridge to nourish his body and planned to send it over.

So, with the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation to make good contact with each other, Yingcheng abducted the person.

"My lord, my lord." Ning Xiang glanced at them carefully before saying, "The lord Zheng is here, waiting for you in the next room."

As soon as the words came out, the two people on the opposite side were stunned for a moment. After looking at each other, Ying Cheng spoke first, "Let him come over."

"Do I want to..." Chang Xi was a little uncertain, after all, Zhao Tingyun didn't like him very much, and he didn't want to add trouble to Yingcheng's big night.

"You just think too much." Ying Cheng pulled him to his side, "You are not allowed to go anywhere."

Before the voice could finish speaking, Ning Xiang walked in again with a puzzled expression, holding the plate of pastries and thick paper full of words in his hand, "Zhengjun is gone... but everything is kept, Maybe I left before waiting for you..."

Yingcheng took a look at it, couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, and then handed it to Chang Xi, "Here, punish him for copying. The handwriting is not bad."

"He's just a child," Chang Xi flipped through a few pages and stacked them neatly again, "I think this is almost the same, let's forget about the rest."

"When you came to the mansion, you were younger than him. How can he be considered a child? If you make a mistake, you have to correct it." Yingcheng picked up a pastry on the plate, looked at it for a moment, and came to a conclusion. "It's so ugly, could it be that he made it himself?" He took a bite, then raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's quite delicious." He handed it to Chang Xi for someone to taste.

"I think others make it ugly, so I am so happy to eat it as usual." Chang Xi took a little taste of his hand, "It really tastes good."

There was a night wind slowly rushing towards him.

Ning Xiang glanced at the wide open window, and walked over muttering, "Has the daylight been closed?" Looking up at the dark sky, he closed the window carefully again, and then walked towards Yingcheng and Chang Xi. After a salute, he bowed and retreated.

In the quiet room, Yingcheng stretched his body and sighed, "I'm really exhausted recently."

"You have to pay more attention to your body, will your injured leg still hurt?" Chang Xi sat in front of him, gently stroking Ying Cheng's face, "The complexion is not very good either."

Not wanting to make the other party worry too much, Ying Cheng held his hand, "I'm fine, but I haven't been with you for a few days, and I miss you so much—" He leaned forward, smiled and leaned over to kiss him The man's cheek.

"Hmm... about five or six days?"

"I remember it better than I do," Ying Cheng joked, "I didn't know that you, Chang Xi, thought of me that much."

"I don't think you're tired at all." Ji Changxi pinched the tip of Yingcheng's nose, "You're still in the mood to joke."

"Why aren't you tired? There are so many things to worry about." Ying Cheng put his arms around his waist, pressed his thin lips against the other's earlobe, said a few words softly, and saw that Chang Xi's ears and cheeks were stained. red.

"I've told you several times that I want you to come and live with me. You don't want to every time." Whispering dissatisfiedly, Ying Cheng bit the man's beautifully shaped earlobe.

Reflexively wanted to back away, but was hugged even tighter.Chang Xi was a little embarrassed, "This is against the rules..."

"In Prince Rui's Mansion, you are absolutely free." Ying Cheng said, "There are no rules here, only me."

So don't let yourself be bound by those rules, I like to see you in high spirits and carefree.Put aside the so-called rules, you just need to look at me.

"My lord..." Chang Xi sighed softly on his neck, and slowly hugged Ying Cheng tightly.

It was foggy and late at night, and the lights in the room were extinguished.

The veil was heavy, and they hugged each other like a pair of mandarin ducks in the water. The delicate and affectionate kiss was like the spark of a prairie fire, enough to burst out a grand joy.

Obviously, he is no longer unfamiliar with this kind of thing, but the ultimate enjoyment like climbing the clouds time and time again easily makes people completely defeated in the face of the most straightforward and simple instinct.

Ying Cheng knelt in front of Chang Xi, kissed him reverently and carefully, and took off the other's clothes as gently as possible.

The distance between them is very close, so close that the tips of their noses can touch the tips of their noses, and the scorching breath passes and blends between their breaths.

Gently caressing the outside of Chang Xi's slender and tight thighs with his fingers, his skin is very smooth, like a magnet, and to him, it has an irresistible attraction.The warm palms slowly slid down, moved from the hips to the waist, and then hugged her tightly.The body slowly fit together.

The touching body temperature is really tasteful.

Shallow panting and other more ambiguous sounds escaped from the gauze tent.

Right now, it is a good time.

The moon is still missing.

Under the window sill, a person is hiding in a large shadow.He was leaning against the stone wall, his appearance was blurry, the only thing that was profound was the clenched palms, which were so tight that they seemed about to break at any time, as if they were bearing great anger.

The author has something to say:

It is really worrying to go to work after the holiday!

I really want to have two months of summer vacation, roll around~