After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Liu Qingyun knew that Yan Huaiyin was the prince of the old dynasty from the day he entered the imperial capital.

Cold sweat trickled down Xu Zhi's temples onto the carpet below, and he said indiscriminately, "Your Highness...Master..."

"Actually, I didn't know about it the moment I returned to the imperial capital." Yan Huaiyin rolled his eyes, "He knew about it eight years ago, that's why he brought you back to the mansion for a long talk all night. You were arranged by him. A chess piece by my side."

"Tell me to push further. When I jumped off a building to die for my country, a little eunuch beat me unconscious. When Li Guisong came to pick me up, he said that the little eunuch was arranged by Zhao Huan by my side."

"But it's so strange," Yan Huaiyin said in a leisurely voice, "When I was the prince, although I was incompetent, the palace could be controlled in the palm of my hand. I was not unscrupulous at that time to guard against Zhao Huan. It's not easy to arrange people in the city, let alone arrange eunuchs who can get close to me."

"I thought and thought. At that time, I trusted Liu Qingyun the most in the court. If Liu Xiang had thought about it, it would not be impossible for him to arrange an eunuch who could get close to me, right?"

When he said this, he lowered his head slightly, and asked Xu Zhi in a serious and sincere tone: "The person Liu Qingyun arranges by my side, Zhao Huanyuan can know from thousands of miles away, tell me, Liu Qingyun is a good friend A fool who speaks the truth, and he and Zhao Huan colluded, which of the two is more likely?"

Xu Zhi lay on the ground, raised his head to look at Yan Huaiyin, his eyes were covered with sweat, mixed with the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He could already guess what Yan Huaiyin would say next, but he didn't dare to listen.

"Look, it's clear now," Yan Huaiyin looked down at the teacup in his hand, he held it tightly, pressed his pale fingertips against the wall of the teacup, and the fingertips turned red, "I said, how can Zhao Huan rest assured that I'm here alone? Chaohua City, why didn't they chase after Huo Yunping and the others to Chaohua City? It turned out that he had the strongest ally in this city. It was so strong that when I was fighting with the Nanyang Houfu, I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to kill me. Life."

A hand stretched out from the side, holding Yan Huaiyin's hand holding the teacup.The hand gently and unquestionably took away the teacup in his palm, pressed his reddened palm, which was scalded by the tea, to his own, and then held it tightly.

Yan Huaiyin looked at the hand, blinked, and felt that she was alive.

He just looked at this hand and continued: "In the past, the Heyu Army chose to fight against Emperor Chengde's soldiers at Chaotianjian because Liu Qingyun said that he could use his best tactics in Chaotianjian, so I asked the Heyu Army to fight against Emperor Chengde's soldiers at Chaotianjian. Went to Chaotianjian."

Nearly half of the Heyu army lost in Chaotianjian, and fled to the old northwestern part like a bereaved dog.

"Emperor Chengde's army is broken, even if it is Zhaohua City, but it will take some time to break the palace. I have someone arranged by me in the palace, who can take my mother and sister away quickly after breaking the city." Yan Huaiyin raised his eyes again to look at Xu Zhi, "But tell me why the person I arranged suddenly disappeared, and then told my mother that I was dead, and the last thing I said was to let my mother die with me."

He finally stopped laughing, revealing the bloody hatred, which has been growing crazily for more than ten years, scalding Yan Huaiyin's heart every night, his pale flesh can't bear this hatred, Yan Huaiyin can only repeat it over and over in the fire die.

He leaned over, and there was a killing intent in his words that he didn't even realize, and he asked word by word, word by word: "My mother, Yan Wanqing, entered the palace at the age of 16. Respect even a little bit, let Xiao Shao, who is so many years older than her, practice here and there, in exchange for her parents and brothers, and even her sister-in-law and unborn niece were slaughtered. Tell me, who in the world has the face to let My mother was martyred?!"

He asked: "Who has the face to let her die for the country?!"

Yan Huaiyin sneered, and the twinkle in her eyebrows turned into sharpness: "Qi Xuanchang is a piece of trash who can't kill anyone. It's Xiao Shao who is comfortable hacking him to death. Xiao Shao deserves to be killed by Ling Chi and cut to pieces with a knife." The meat on his body will finally crush his rotten heart, the wild dogs will not eat that meat, and if he crosses the bridge of Naihe, he is not even worthy of entering the animal realm."

Yan Huaiyin's hand held by Jiang Lian trembled. The hatred he had suppressed for so many years finally broke out with the past. Yan Huaiyin's fingertips were trembling: "As long as he is a husband, he will not treat his wife like that. As long as he is a Father, you won't be interested in... your own son."

Yan Huaiyin closed her eyes, and seemed to have returned to Xiao Shao's bedroom for a moment.

At the age of 15, he pushed the door open and saw Yan Wanqing being dragged by Xiao Shao's hair and bumping into a corner of the table.

He frantically ran to the table before blocking the collision.Yan Wanqing's head hit his waist, pressing Yan Huaiyin's back and hitting the corner of the table fiercely. Yan Huaiyin endured the pain and helped Yan Wanqing leave the bedroom without saying a word, watching Lian Fang After taking her away, he returned to the bedroom without a word, knelt down in front of Xiao Shao, and waited for him to vent his anger on himself.

During the years when he slowly came to power, this kind of thing happened countless times, he was not strong enough, the little prince lowered his head, and patiently told himself to endure.

But after waiting for a long time, before Xiao Shao punched and kicked, he knelt on the ground, his chin pinched by two fingers, and he was forced to raise his head.

The candle was dimly lit, Xiao Shao just looked down at him like this, the 15-year-old boy was very young, the corners of his eyes were red because of the pain, and there was water in his eyes, the candlelight stopped pitifully at the corners of his eyes, and he refused to go any further. An inch up, it looks so pitiful.

It's so beautiful, Xiao Shao's hands are stronger, such a face seems to be born with tears.

Xiao Shao just looked at it like this, and smiled awkwardly. His tone was inexplicable: "When I met your mother, she was also 15 years old."

"Everyone knows the demeanor of the empress at that time." A person came out from the imperial bed with the curtain hanging down, and smiled with a low eyebrow, "Everyone knows that the Yan family in Ningzhou has a fairy who came from the sky. When Niangniang was 15 years old, she went out to visit temple fairs, and the streets where she passed were crowded with people, all of whom admired Niangniang's beauty."

Yan Huaiyin raised his head, wanting to see who was talking, and saw Qi Xuanchang's face.

He was stunned for a moment, and then Emperor Ming Sheng pinched him back to his senses, the fingers pinching his chin were too hard, Yan Huaiyin felt the pain, and opened his lips slightly.

Xiao Shao's eyes dimmed, and he moved his thumb, pressing it on his lips, and then paused.

The touch on his hand was incredible, it was so tender, and he slowly rubbed some pale lips into tender red, making people want to sink into them.Pressing and rubbing is a red mark.

Yan Huaiyin suddenly felt that something was wrong, he leaned his neck back, trying to break free from the hand that Qi Xuanchang was pinching him.

But failed.

"Your crown prince status was given by me," Xiao Shao wanted to put his hand into Yan Huaiyin's mouth, but was blocked by his tightly closed jaw. He temporarily gave up and rubbed his unbelievably soft lips little by little, "You This face, without the identity of a prince, do you know what is most suitable for it?"

Yan Huaiyin knew that he couldn't say anything good, he was afraid that the disgust in his eyes could no longer be hidden, so he quickly closed his eyes, but he collapsed completely in the next sentence.

Xiao Shao said softly: "It is most suitable to be played on the bed/in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion."

"King Ping," Xiao Shao went to call Qi Xuanchang, with a playful tone, "How do you think my son is compared to his mother?"

Qi Xuanchang looked at the little prince's white jade-like face, which was slowly rubbed into the color of peach petals under Xiao Shao's hands.That neck is so white, protruding from the fox fur, forced up and tense, like a branch that cannot be broken in early spring.

He swallowed involuntarily: "There are eight parts in the face, and each body has its own advantages and disadvantages. It depends on which one the emperor prefers."

"Wan Qing is old after all." Hearing what he said, Xiao Shao smiled and just replied.He lowered his head and looked at the whiteness that was sunken in his palm, which was so delicate that there was no trace of defect, and his heart was itchy.

He rubbed it fondly: "You let your mother go, why don't you come and replace her? I am your father, so I can be regarded as my filial piety. Your uncle is here, let him give a good review, you and your mother Honey, who tastes the best."

Yan Huaiyin opened his eyes suddenly, his chest was full of nausea, he only felt that the feeling of wanting to vomit enveloped him again.

A warm hand landed on the back of his neck, Yan Huaiyin turned his head sideways, his appearance at this moment was really terrifying, his eyes were full of hostility, Jiang Lian's eyes pulled him back to the world a little bit.

Yan Huaiyin found support in the dizziness, he leaned on the hand on the back of his neck, and let out a low breath.

How he escaped that day has been completely forgotten. It seems that after Xiao Shao finished saying that sentence, his mind buzzed, and he lost his reason.He pulled out the hairpin that bound his hair, stabbed it into Xiao Shao's shoulder, and then escaped?

Yan Huaiyin did not remember.

He didn't dare to go back to Weixi Palace even after running out, he couldn't let Yan Wanqing see himself like this.

The little prince didn't let anyone follow him, he felt disgusted and wronged, but more violent hatred spewed out and pierced into his body more violently.

He found a pool at random, and washed the face that Xiao Shao had rubbed over and over again, until the face lost a trace of blood, and washed until the sky turned white...

When he returned to Weixi Palace, Yan Huaiyin was still shaking, no one helped him, he just felt that he couldn't even stand still.But the door of Weixi Palace opened, and seeing Yan Wanqing waiting for him with red eyes, Yan Huaiyin tried his best to restrain his trembling hands.

He took the veil from Lian Fang's hand with normal expression, went to wipe Yan Wanqing's tears, and said with a smile: "How is your mother's forehead, have you asked the imperial doctor to see how to apply the medicine?"

Under the normal skin and flesh, the internal organs and six internal organs were mixed together, and they were stabbed to death.

Yan Wanqing held his hand, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you made to kneel until now?"

Yan Huaiyin paused for a moment, then smiled at her: "Just kneel for one night."

He smiled broadly, with the unique demeanor of a young man: "Mother, don't worry, I secretly tied knee pads on my knees, nothing happened."

The hate and anger will not disappear, even if they are temporarily suppressed, they will still be vented in an even more ugly way in the future.

"Liu Qingyun colluded with the Turks on the outside, and negotiated with the old Northwest Ministry on the inside." Yan Huaiyin laughed again, "What your master has done is really wonderful."

Xu Zhi couldn't bear his anger, and collapsed on the ground like a dead fish, speechless.

If he didn't refute, Yan Huaiyin fully confirmed his conjecture, the goal had been achieved, he watched for a while, and called someone to come in: "Keep shutting down."

He Yujun took the people away.

The two of them were left in the room again, Yan Huaiyin looked sideways at the sunlight on the window lattice for a while, and then remembered that he hadn't drunk the tea Jiang Lian brewed for him, and he was not holding the hand held by Jiang Lian to serve the tea, But tremblingly couldn't hold it up.

It was as if the trembling that had been suppressed by him many years ago had returned after such a long time.

The tea was spilled.

Yan Huaiyin withdrew his hand, looking aggrieved, he went to see Jiang Lian, wanting Jiang Lian to pour him another cup, but Jiang Lian grabbed the back of his neck and buried him in his arms.

Yan Huaiyin was enveloped by Jiang Lian's breath, and he couldn't wait to grab his sleeves with trembling hands, the sleeves were crumpled in his hands, Jiang Lian was taller than him, Yan Huaiyin raised his head, and greedily sniffed Jiang Lian's neck with the tip of his nose , until his body was full of his breath, and finally stopped.

Jiang Lian's eyes were dark, and he inserted his hand into his hair, but stroked gently: "I'm here, Ayan, I'm here."

Yan Huaiyin's tone was normal, and she hummed in his arms.

When he heard Jiang Lian's answer, he didn't stop, so he just said it in a low voice, and paused for a moment.

Tears fell on his neck.

His wife didn't like to cry, she would only whimper softly when she was beaten hard by herself, Jiang Lian liked him crying like that, but her heart would be broken by the tears now.

He kissed Yan Huaiyin's hair with the lightest force, and patted his back repeatedly.

He didn't dare to think about such a young Yan Huaiyin, but he couldn't help himself to think about it.

At such a young age, he looks so frail.

"Ayan..." Every drop of tears that fell on him scalded Jiang Lian's heart, Jiang Lian whispered, "No more...no more..."

Yan Huaiyin didn't cry that day, but now he couldn't stop his tears. He was crying and said stubbornly in a low voice: "I hate it so much, Jiang Lian, I hate it so much."

After saying hate, he pressed his face against Jiang Lian's neck before he dared to say the next thing: "I'm so scared, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do."

"Jiang Lian," Yan Huaiyin called his name in the pause of every sentence, he opened his eyes and said quietly, "I wanted to kill everyone, I hated everyone, I hated myself. Jiang Lian, I hate myself."

Jiang Lian's heart was crushed by his words again, his words were pale at this moment, he tried to kiss the tip of Yan Huaiyin's ear, his lips moved down tenderly, and finally kissed the corner of his lips little by little.

He saw Yan Huaiyin's teary eyes.

He was going to die with those eyes.

"There won't be such a time again," Jiang Lian licked the tears on his face, and said hoarsely, "With me here, there will be no such time again, okay?"

Yan Huaiyin went to hug him, and he sat on Jiang Lian's lap with his legs spread apart, and the two pressed against each other tightly without leaving a gap.

Jiang Lian felt that Yan Huaiyin was trembling, his wife was trembling so pitifully, and he was so soft, which made Jiang Lian feel unbelievable, only felt that the sourness in his chest was about to overflow.

Yan Huaiyin held his hand and put it on her lips.

Yan Huaiyin's eyelashes trembled, and even his voice trembled: "Rub this place, Jiang Lian."

Jiang Lian's hand rubbed his lips, feeling the warmth left after it cried, he rubbed it repeatedly, full of pity.There was no pain from being squeezed tightly, and it didn't make Yan Huaiyin feel sick.

Yan Huaiyin closed his eyes, uncontrollable tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he slightly opened his lips, and bit the finger on his lips.

The tip of the tongue fell down, it was Jiang Lian's taste.

It's Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian's lips fell on the corner of his mouth, and he replaced his fingers. His voice was very soft: "Ayan, where else did he touch you?"

Yan Huaiyin held his hand, touched her cheek, and touched the corner of her eye.

Jiang Lian's lips licked/kissed little by little, covering these places with his own taste.

This is his wife, his Yan Huaiyin.

He was so patient, Yan Huaiyin slowly stopped shaking, and when Jiang Lian's lips touched the corners of his eyes, he opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, crying like rouge crumbled into it, and his tone was serious. Ask Jiang Lian: "Have you ever suffered this kind of pain?"

Jiang Lian kissed the end of his eyes, and pressed his forehead against his forehead: "My wife has suffered more, he is much braver than me."

Yan Huaiyin laughed, touched Jiang Lian's face, and said in a low voice, "That's great, it's good that you haven't experienced it."

Yan Huaiyin later heard that the moon was very round and bright that night, but at the age of 15, he felt the pain and fear of breaking him that night, so he didn't want to take a look.But the pain that broke him did not break Jiang Lian, so that he could look up at the moon.