Unclean

Yan Yunhe was so dazed by the wine that he didn't know what night it was.

He was caught with both hands and pressed on his head. His jacket was completely open, exposing his waist and abdomen rising and falling due to shortness of breath.

This is a dream, and Yu Qin in reality would not kiss him.

Yan Yunhe thought in a daze, the tongue stuck into his lips, clumsily and fiercely, the lips that were rubbed together were secretly hot and painful.

He frowned, and easily broke free from Yu Qin's shackles. The other party didn't use any force at all, but after sensing his restlessness, Yu Qin stopped kissing, stepped back a little, and was breathing quickly.

He stared at Yan Yunhe for a while, seeing the flushed face of the other party, the chaotic and ambiguous light-colored eyes, and the belated annoyance on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Qin supported the bed and wanted to get up and leave.

The next second, the drunk under him grabbed his neckline and pulled him down, biting his lips again.

Yan Yunhe's whole body was hot, like a stove in winter, and the parts that were tightly attached to Yu Qin were ignited with high temperature.

The intertwined lips and teeth made the sound of hot water, and the bed curtain separated a corner unknown to others.

Here they seem to be able to do anything.

Yan Yunhe's tongue actively wrapped around Yu Qin, his Adam's apple slipped, and greedily swallowed Yu Qin's breath.

The fragrance that could only be smelled at the tip of the hair in the past is now too strong.

Is Yu Qin wine? Why does the more he drinks, the more drunk he gets?

The moment he realized that the other party was about to back away because of his excessive demands, Yan Yunhe chased after him closely. His arms were propped on the bed, and his clothes had slipped to the crook of his arms.

Under the flickering candlelight, the scarred body is full of desire-desire.

At this time, Yan Yunhe's curly hair on the sideburns was already wet, and his pupils shrunk because of excitement. He stared at Yu Qin firmly, like a wild animal staring at its prey. At this moment, he was not very rational.

Yan Yunhe licked those swollen lips. This time, he was full of patience and tenderness, and mumbled, "Han Chu."

"My cold beginning."

"I am pleased with you."

He didn't let the other party accept him forcefully, but coaxed slowly and gently licked until his rebellious tongue was bitten hard, Yan Yunhe shrank back suddenly, as if he finally knew he was afraid, he once again Lying on the bed, crying out for pain in a low voice.

Yan Yunhe suffered countless injuries on the battlefield, but it was just a bite, so it hurt.

Yu Qin stared at him incredulously, but saw that Yan Yunhe's brows were tightly frowned, as if in severe pain, so he reached out and pinched his cheek, making him stick out the tip of his tongue: "But it's bleeding?"

Yan Yunhe reached out and pressed the back of his head with his hand, and slammed it on his lips, filled with a fishy smell, this time it was really bleeding, but it was Yu Qin's blood.

He is like a son who is too violent, he finally picked the flower he has been thinking about, and he will not let go when he grabs it, and he is very entangled.

Until the fire lit by the lips and teeth, mixed with the alcohol, melted into the blood, and it was completely burned from top to bottom.

Yan Yunhe's hands were tied again, covered by his own clothes. The instigator was Yu Qin, who tied up the out-of-control Yan Yunhe and backed away again.

Yu Qin's cold eyes and red and swollen lips formed a strong contrast.

In the dim environment, those gazes lashed at Yan Yunhe like a whip, not only did not calm him down, it seemed to be even more out of control.

Yan Yunhe's lips were stained with Yu Qin's blood. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips slowly. The taste of blood was not good, but he wanted to get more. No matter how much liquid he knew, it would not extinguish his body in the fire.

"Yan Huaiyang." An annoyed voice rang in his ears word by word.

Yan Yunhe laughed, and he snorted: "It sounds good, call it again."

Then he was roughly turned over, and the muscles on his back emerged with a clear shape because of the restraint of his hands.The depth of the scars were scattered on the flesh, and he felt the cool fingertips touching one of the scars.

The force is very light, as if afraid that this old injury will experience the original pain again.

Yan Yunhe buried his cheeks in the quilt, Yu Qin's breath filled his nostrils, he moved his hips anxiously, a little impatiently.

The straps of the middle trousers were also loose, but the soft fabric was barely supported by the ups and downs of the rear hips.

The silk satin was close to the body, perfectly outlining the curve of the buttocks, and the few moves of the banquet fell clearly in Yu Qin's eyes.

The cloth binding his arms was suddenly pulled up slightly by Yu Qin, the joints of his shoulders ached, Yan Yunhe let out a muffled snort, and opened his dazed eyes.

"Yan Huaiyang, did you drink wine?"

Even Yan Yunhe, who was drunk, couldn't help but want to refute this question, if it wasn't wine, it was anything else.

The alcohol was all over his body, and even the flesh-colored scars were pinkish. A slanted knife wound crossed the back and stopped at the tailbone, barely avoiding the two waist dimples.

That pink print seems tempting to look at, and there is still something attractive on that narrow waist.

The fingertips landed on the longest scar and rubbed it all the way down.When sliding to the end, Yan Yunhe's buttocks trembled slightly and arched upwards slightly, as if being touched on an itchy spot, and couldn't help but want to hide, but then hid in the wrong direction.

"Don't touch it." His voice was muffled in the quilt, full of hoarseness, and he couldn't hear clearly.

Yu Qin's voice was still cold: "Does it hurt?"

If only it hurt, the cold hair suddenly fell down and swept over his back. At the same time, a strange heat hit his waist, and he realized that it was Yu Qin who had bent down.

Then there was a pain in the back of his neck, and he completely lost consciousness.

Yan Yunhe seemed to have had a very long dream, and the dream was quite charming. In the dream, he seemed to see Yu Qin, but unlike Yu Qin, it was impossible for Yu Qin to show that expression and let him be presumptuous.

He opened his eyes, looked at the familiar bedroom, the bed curtain that he could see every day, sat up, and sighed softly.

I dreamed of Yu Qin not many times, but this time the content seemed a little exciting.

I don't know if I have been holding back for a long time, how can I have such a dream.

Song Wen pushed open the door, and served him hangover soup with a dark face: "Doctor Zhou's hangover pills don't seem to be very effective. My lord, you were completely drunk yesterday."

Yan Yunhe seldom gets drunk, even less so when he runs around after drinking.

In my impression, I only got drunk twice at Donglin Academy, and every time I found someone, I was lying on my bed perfectly.

Asked where he went, Yan Yunhe only showed a blank expression.

As time passed, Song Wen didn't bother to ask any more, as long as he didn't lack arms or legs.

This time was the same, Song Wen found Yan Yunhe for half a night, but at dawn, he was lying on his own bed and sleeping soundly.

Yan Yunhe twisted the back of his stiff neck, tortured by the hangover, he drank the hangover soup that Song Wenduan brought: "Prepare water, I want to wash up."

The moment I soaked in the warm water, I felt like I just came back to life, but just sitting in the bathtub, there was a faint tingling pain in the base of my leg, Yan Yunhe went there to touch it, the pain was not obvious, it felt like being pinched by someone for a long time.

In the headache caused by hangover, it is not worth mentioning at all. If it is not for the stimulation of hot water, you can't even feel that pain.

After Yan Yunhe washed up, he cheered up and changed into his official robes. Today he was going to the morning court, and You Liang was still beside him. Looking at his sluggish appearance, he couldn't help asking: "Did you become a thief last night?" gone?"

"Hangover." Yan Yunhe lazily replied.

He raised his eyes, and Yu Qin was still standing obliquely in front of him, his back alone showed a kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Feeling his sizing up, You Liang whispered, "Mei Yu seems to be in a bad mood today, who offended him?"

Yan Yunhe rubbed his forehead and replied in a low voice: "How do I know."

There is nothing to do in the morning today, Yan Yunhe just wants to leave the court quickly so that he can go home and lie down again, he feels that nothing is going well.

Seeing his appearance, You Liang said, "Why is your body so weak? Those who don't know think that you were not drinking, but were beaten."

Yan Yunhe sighed: "I just realized this time, what it means to be drunk and hurt your body, it really feels like being beaten, it hurts everywhere."

After finally getting to Sanchao, Yan Yunhe went out along the crowd, and suddenly saw a familiar figure in the distance, he almost thought he had misread it, and then took a closer look, that was led by the little eunuch and came in through the palace gate , was actually his old acquaintance.

Yan Yunhe strode forward immediately, the discomfort all over his body was dispelled by the visitor.

"Zhao Cheng'an!"

The figure in the official uniform paused slightly, and slowly turned around.His eyes fell on Yan Yunhe's face, and a hearty smile appeared: "I'll tell anyone who dares to call me by my name."

Yan Yunhe hugged him and patted him on the shoulder: "My good fellow, why did you come to the capital? You didn't even tell me when you came!"

The civil servants next to them passed by them, looking at them both from time to time, as if they were a little contemptuous of their gaffe in public,

Yan Yunhe turned a blind eye to those gazes, he only had the excitement of reuniting with his brother again, and his heart was full of emotions beyond words.

"How are Xiaoliu and the others doing? How are the brothers? Why did you suddenly return to Beijing? How long will you stay in the capital this time? Do you have a place to live? Do you want to stay at my house!"

A series of questions made Zhao Chengan couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't worry, just ask one by one."

At this time, the little eunuch who had been silent for a long time finally said, "Lord Zhao."

Zhao Chengan came back to his senses, and patted him on the shoulder: "Huaiyang, I will go to your residence to find you later."

Yan Yunhe nodded, and the joy in his heart dissipated a lot. After calming down, countless doubts flooded his heart.

Why did Zhao Chengan appear in the capital at such a time?Could it be... Yan Yunhe felt cold all over, could it be that Master is coming back?

If the master really comes back, is it related to the King Wu case?

Yan Yunhe was worried, looking at Zhao Chengan's back, he desperately hoped that Zhao Chengan would come to his house quickly to solve his doubts.

You Liang also watched the play for a long time, and then he stepped forward: "Then who is it?"

Yan Yunhe absent-mindedly said: "A good brother I met in Datong."

You Liang said with a smile that was not a smile: "Is it just a brother?"

Yan Yunhe came back to his senses, and looked at him sullenly: "It's just brother, can you stop thinking about these things all day long?"

You Liang shrugged: "I'm not the only one who thinks so."