Bamboo Raw Huaian

Immediately, the stools were set up, Shisan went over, blessed the dignitaries, and sat down holding the pipa.

He only sat on one side of the square stool, with his back straight.

The autumn wind blows in from outside, blowing up the red shirt and messing up the hair.

Thirteen plucked two notes casually, tilted his head, and hid his palm-sized face behind the pipa, ignorant and thick, which made the blood surge.As if he didn't know it, he tightened his strings.

Flick pick and divide, double wipe and sweep wheel.

Lowering the phoenix eyes, lightly opening the red lips.

The song is "Shu brocade lichen silk barriers. Bending corridors, looking for leisure in quiet nights."

The lovers meet in the middle of the night, but this person hides his face and is ashamed.However, the phoenix's eyes were full of affection, and she couldn't help but look around timidly.

"Swirl the warm smoker and warm the bucket tent. Yushu Qiongzhi, leaning next to each other."

In the end, she was embraced by someone, cuddled in someone's arms, she liked her for some reason, her face was blushing, but she was drunk before drinking.

Thirteen's voice was soft, babbling, like a small hook, bit by bit, scratching people's itch.

His hands are white and thin, and when he turns his fingers, it looks like a white lotus just blooming.The burgundy satin slid down with his movements, revealing a tender lotus-like arm, showing a kind of youthful emotion for no reason.

Those present listening to his music and watching him, who came out of Xindao Nanfeng Hall, are really seductive.

Thirteen also looked at them.

He couldn't be more familiar with the expression revealed in those eyes.

coveted, disdainful.

Look like a sparrow.

Thirteen light condescension, people will really be spoiled.

Once upon a time in the Nanfeng Pavilion, facing those anxious pleasure-seekers day and night, I was very clear-headed, not necessarily uncomfortable.

Now I have stayed in the palace for a long time, from the prince to the nanny, everyone respects and pampers them.Suddenly seeing these funny expressions again, I felt uncomfortable.

He was thinking about these things in his heart, but he didn't show any of them on his face.

Raised eyebrows, hooked eyes, slightly parted lips.

Every movement is taught by Nanfeng Pavilion, and it is delicate to the bone.

At the end of the song, no one regarded him as a guest of the palace.

Thirteen suppressed the last bit of indistinct arrogance on his body, and the corners of his eyes and brows showed a style that belonged to Xiao Sing everywhere.The dignitaries present here, even if they are impatient to listen to the music, they can't feel disgusted with him.

Who would have trouble with a pretty gadget.

So no one came to trouble him with self-deprecating self-worth.

Thirteen knew in his heart that he had achieved his goal, but he still couldn't help but feel panicked.

He politely returned the pipa while smirking at himself, and turned his head, but the prince on the main seat was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Chu Yue waiting on the spot.

Thirteen walked over with a low eyebrow: "Master Chu is well, is Your Highness busy?"

Chu

Hearing him doing a small song, Yue obediently changed his name to Master Chu, feeling unhappy.But he was not a talkative person, so he didn't say anything, he just said: "Your Highness ordered you to go to the back, there should be something to explain."

Shisan was startled, thanked him, turned around and hastily lifted the curtain to go out, passing the person on Qiu Yu aside with a thousand and one turns in his heart.

The prince specially called people out, fearing that something serious would happen.

Bypassing the big tent, the field of vision suddenly widened.

The vast pasture is hundreds of miles away, with flags fluttering and horses singing.

Suddenly the sound of horse hooves approached, Thirteen turned around and saw a man coming on horseback.

The visitor was dressed in an indigo military uniform, a black crown on his head, and buckskin combat boots on his feet.Although he was not in the armor, the evil spirit tempered in the bloody wind and rain on the battlefield all the year round had already spread faintly. □□War horse, black and shiny, strong and straight.

Wang Ye stepped forward immediately and said, "Come up."

Then, under Shisan's astonished gaze, he wrapped his long arms around him and hugged him to sit in front of him.Gently clamp the horse's belly, drink low:

"drive"

Before Thirteen could react, he was enveloped in the scent of sandalwood.

The prince put his arms around him and gave another drink, and the horse ran away towards the place where the sky and the earth meet.

The strong wind blows off the flower tins among the thirteen hair at once, and the ink hair flies in the wind, no longer restrained.

Thirteen leaned against the prince's warm arms, staring blankly at her disheveled hair.

He thought that he would never be able to gallop over the wilderness again in his life.

……

Thirteen grew up in Jiangnan.

The water town is gentle, and most of the people raised are soft-tempered, like water.

But he is different.

The West Lake is hazy, joking and babbling, in his opinion, he wants to play with things and lose his mind.

He loves a wasteland in the north of Bird Clothes Lane very much.

That piece of land was originally opened by the former Jinling prefect to practice martial arts. Whoever thought about it was halfway through, and the aristocratic family in the capital participated in one after another, saying that Jinling was recruiting troops with the intention of rebellion, and was sentenced to dismissal and confiscated his family.

The place is so deserted.

He loves running horses there.

The sky is high and the earth is wide, unrestrained.How happy it is to make an appointment with two or three friends to point out the country and stimulate the writing.

It was like a lifetime ago.

……

"Trance on the horseback, be careful not to fall." The prince put his arms around him and said calmly.

Thirteen came back to his senses and found himself nestled in someone's arms.

what it looks like.he thinks.

However, the embrace of the man behind him was so reassuring. He closed his thirteen eyes, his heart was bent, and he buried himself in the embrace of the man, smelling the scent of sandalwood contentedly.

Even drilled in.

The prince let the person in his arms arch back and forth like a cat, tightened his arms slightly, and chuckled helplessly.

Thirteen heard the laughter, and the tips of her ears turned red.

The prince saw it and pulled the rein slightly to slow down the horse.

After thinking about it, I changed the subject for him: "It's called Xuanying, and it was with me the first time I went to the battlefield, and it will be more than twenty years now."

Thirteen was indeed distracted, blinked, stretched out his hand to touch Xuanying's mane, and said: "His hair is as mysterious as ink, and he flies like a shadow. It deserves these two words."

The prince looked at him, and raised his hand to pass the rein.

Thirteen was taken aback.

The prince said: "You take it, it likes you."

Thirteen sat up straight, took it over, and said hesitantly, "I'll come?"

The prince said: "You come."

Thirteen felt relieved, touched the horse's back, and gave a whistle in a low voice.

Xuanying understood, and slowly increased the speed.

The prince looked at him from behind, and saw that although he was cautious, he was skillful on the imperial horse.So she relaxed and stopped wrapping her arms around him.

The autumn wind was bitter, and Thirteen's maroon robes rustled behind him.

Nanfengguan and Zhou's, obedient and humble, were gradually left behind.

In the eyes, only iron cavalry is galloping, and the earth is vast.

Thirteen bowed and crouched on the horse's back, the man and the horse became one, like an arrow leaving the string, skipping the boundless land.

The prince often finds contradictory things in Shisan.

When I first heard about Shisan from Zheng Li, I felt that he was free and easy from Taoism; when I looked at him later, I no longer had that aura.

After Zheng's family was raided, he led people back because of his friendship with Zheng Li; who would have thought that he was a drunkard, but he actually sympathized with his youthful loyalty hidden in his chest under the scheming and scheming.

He was flamboyant when he was young.However, with the implementation of the New Deal and the pressure of the Northern Yan, the heavy burden fell on him, so he had to put away his emotions and desires and become the sharpest sword in Wei.

Born as a descendant of the Xiao family, he has no complaints.

He just kept his own selfishness and didn't want Shisan to go the same way he had walked.

How hard and difficult this road is, he knows better than anyone else in his heart.

Wang Ye looked at Thirteen galloping his horse and thought that this was his original appearance, bright and flamboyant, unrestrained and unrestrained.

Thirteen ran until the sun had already slanted to the west, so Xuanying was slowed down.

Seeing that his temples were slightly damp, the prince feared that he might catch a cold, so he wrapped him back in his arms again.

Thirteen had just galloped happily, his chest still throbbing.He leaned against the prince's arms and gasped slightly, excited as if he had come back to life.

After a while, he raised his head and smiled innocently at the prince.

He said, "Thank you."

The prince smiled, with an imperceptible pampering in his eyes, but he didn't answer, he just took the reins and let Xuanying stroll leisurely.

Thirteen looked up at him for a long, long time.

Then he straightened up slightly, leaned forward, closed his eyes, and touched the man's thin lips.

The prince didn't look at him, and said, "That's not what I'm planning."

Thirteen said: "Thirteen will not use it on His Highness as a trick to please others."

The prince said again: "If you follow me, you will die without a whole body."

Thirteen smiled softly, with a sly look in his phoenix eyes, and said, "Then I'll save money to buy a stele, and whoever picks it up will bury it under my head."

The prince stopped talking.

After a long time, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed Shisan fiercely.

Thirteen felt the man lovingly drawing his lips, so he opened his mouth obediently, allowing the man to come in and plunder the city.

Lips and tongue intertwined, the body fluid that was too late to swallow ran across the jaw, leaving a trace of obscenity.

Thirteen gasped softly, due to the lack of oxygen, the phoenix eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the water vapor gradually gathered in the corners of the eyes, and he was about to cry, as if he had been bullied, but he still leaned forward , lingering on other people's tongues.

He couldn't stay still, he tried his best to hug the person, but he lost all strength, so he became a little more honest.

When the lips and tongue are separated, I still rub the tip of my nose against others, reluctant to part.

This is coquetry.

The prince couldn't help laughing, kissed the top of his hair again, and stretched out his hand to hug him tightly.

After kissing like this for a while, Thirteen leaned on the warm chest of the prince, and then he thought about the business, and said: "Your Highness called me out this time, why?"

In fact, he was vaguely expecting in his heart, hoping that the prince was afraid that he would be taken out for a horse race because he was worried that he would be treated as a shopkeeper in the tent earlier.

But I'm not sure, I'm afraid it's my own wishful thinking.

The prince said: "Kiss you."

Thirteen one choked.

Looking up again, he clearly saw the narrow smile in Wang Ye's eyes.

So he quit, playing petty temper in the prince's arms.

It was strange to say that he had been obedient and obedient in the Nanfeng Pavilion for so many years, but he disappeared in front of the prince at some point.

Obviously this person's identity is enough to make his previous benefactors bow their heads.

The prince was afraid that he would toss about and fall, so he coaxed him while protecting him.

After a long time, I finally kissed him well.

Thirteen nests were in his arms, only a pair of phoenix eyes were exposed, which were shining.

He called him: "Your Highness."

The prince then lowered his body and kissed his forehead, corrected him softly: "Xiao Daokun."

Thirteen raised his head and made a confused nasal sound in a daze.

The prince raised his hand and put his wind-blown hair behind his ears, and said, "My name."

The prince's name is taboo, so tell him so.

Shisan was stunned for a moment, his nose turned sour, and his eyes immediately turned red.

He murmured: "Your Highness..."

"It's Daokun." The prince said, then hugged Shisan into his arms and told him a story.

"I am a compatriot with the same mother as the current Shengshang. In the sixth year of Yuanhe, the former emperor bestowed the names Cang Min and Kun Dao.

"Those who are Cangmin strive for self-improvement for the sake of heaven; those who practice Kun Dao carry virtue with great virtue, which is for the sake of the earth.

"During the Yuanhe period, the state of Wei was in a difficult situation. There were the Northern Swallows staring at it outside, and the clans were fighting for power and profit inside. The Great Wei urgently needed to gather the hearts of the people and kill the powerful eunuchs.

"For this reason, the late emperor established His Majesty as the king to show compassion for the common people; he made me the king to clear the government and the people.

"When the queen mother heard the name, the decree had already been passed to the Supervisor of Rituals. She felt sorry for me, and was unwilling to let me be a blade for life, so she ran to the Supervisor of Rituals privately, and insisted on changing Kun Dao to Daokun."

The prince paused for a moment, his face softened: "My mother was spoiled by the late emperor all her life, she is so innocent that she doesn't know much about the world.

"It's about the fate of the country, how can changing the order can change the fate against the sky."

While speaking, Xuanying had already circled the paddock.The large tent looms in front of it.

The autumn wind was bitter, and the flags of the Great Wei Army fluttered in the setting sun.

Thirteen didn't answer, for a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand and put it on Wang Ye's hand.

Clenched tightly, never let go.

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