The world is a teacher

The weather is cold and the ground is full of frost.

It's already cold winter, and even the weeds on the grassland are clinging to the crushed ice, shining brightly in the early morning when the golden light shines in the distance.

"My son. It's time for us to go back, we can't continue to pursue."

Li Hao hit the horse with a sullen face: "Food?"

Adjutant: "Two days are enough."

"Give it all away, leaving only the rest of one meal, and we will leave after the game."

The temperature was extremely low. While they were talking, the hot air that spewed out immediately turned into water mist when it touched the icy air.

"Yes!"

The order was conveyed and executed quickly, Li Hao grasped the rein tightly, caressed it lightly inadvertently, closed his eyes for a moment, seemed to be meditating, and seemed to be resting.

His eyes were black and blue, and he hadn't slept well in a while.

The adjutant didn't bother him, and quietly retreated to the troops behind.

Li Hao lightly touched the armor with tiny cracks on his belly. He had experienced many battles, and his old friend was also injured.

"what--"

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands, and became dazed during the rare rest time. At this moment, he always felt that he was wrapped in deep loneliness. Thinking about things.

The enemy's surprise attack came so unexpectedly, that battle was the worst one he lost, and he was almost beaten and fled in embarrassment, without any power to fight back.

This is already a great insult, but he was shot by an arrow. The day when he returned to the city was snowy and cold. In the heavy snow, my soul returned to my hometown, and I went to see my husband.

The creek passing by was frozen, and Li Hao seemed to see his husband in a daze.

He was leaning over the table, writing something serious and beautiful.

The black silk is tied up high, and only one or two strands are swaying like a swing in front of the eyes. It is snowing and cold, and the room is burning with silver carbon, which makes it very warm. The young man even turns reddish, probably because it is too stuffy.

His demeanor is leisurely and quiet, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth all the time, and clear and bright eyes.

Li Hao looked at him obsessively, and fainted as soon as his eyes darkened. The young man who looked like gentle jade was shattered like a dreamy shadow, without a trace.

"Sir!" Li Hao sat up startled in his dream, still flustered with some lingering fear.

"I'm dreaming." Li Hao murmured, lying lazily leaning on the bed, suddenly thinking about youth.

Li Hao unconsciously rubbed his lower lip with his fingertips, and took a bite: "Sir..."

he murmured.

Li Hao closed his eyes and recalled the scene of the young man knocking on the chess pieces when he was waiting for him that day.

After melting and melting, the flowing candlelight with knotted flowers, the warm and dim light that flickers on and off, and... the scene where the young man is extremely sleepy, his head bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

Very cute.

want to kiss.

Well…

When he kissed Mr. that day, his usually calm eyes closed his brows in embarrassment, and he didn't want to look at him. When he kissed him, Mr. opened his mouth obediently to cooperate with him, responding to anything.

The husband must be shy, he closed his eyes and let him kiss, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt itchy.

Mr.'s chin is extremely thin, and he squeezed lightly, always afraid of hurting him, leaving marks and red marks.

The husband was shy, and when he saw him sticking out his tongue, he pushed and shoved him, but the soft tongue kept avoiding him.

"Fang Ne..." Li Hao called his name and hugged him.

"Sir, don't hide from me..." Li Hao dawdled against his face, whispering into Mr. Yu's ear, he spoke slowly, with a hoarse and deep voice.

Fang Na blushed: "Huaixu..."

Li Hao chuckled lightly, then pinched the back of his head and kissed him deeply.

Sir, hide from him?

It's not good.

Li Hao thought about him, he calmed himself down, and then remembered the brocade book that his husband sent him during the day.

Kill Li Yun as soon as possible, his martial arts are high-strength, he has a guilty conscience, so pay attention to precautions.

King Yun, the younger brother of the first emperor, is still alive, hoo--

It's really a wave of unrest and another wave.

He had just ascended to the throne of God, and there were so many things to do. Fortunately, the husband will be here this afternoon.

Very good.

Very good.

Li Hao smiled lowly, unconsciously curling the corners of his lips, feeling unspeakably happy in his heart.

……

In the afternoon, Fangting in the suburbs of Beijing.

Li Haogan was sitting, waiting anxiously for his husband to come. When the sky was getting dark, there was a sound of horseshoes.Li Hao's eyes lit up, he went out of the pavilion to the side of the road and waited quietly.

He couldn't tell whether it was joy or anxiety in his heart, he inadvertently clenched his hands behind his back.

Fang Na almost jumped off his horse and fell into his arms.

Li Hao chuckled: "Sir, can't wait to see Hao?"

Fang Na blushed slightly, her hair was a little disheveled by the wind, and she was panting.

"Ah."

Fang Na simply grabbed the coat in front of his chest and supported him to rest.

"Hao took Mr. home." Li Hao got on his horse, pulled him again, and galloped away.

"The convoy is still behind." Fang Ne's voice was muffled, and he was still a little overwhelmed.

Li Hao smiled lowly, his chest trembling slightly, "Someone will answer you. Sir, rest assured, just go with Hao. Hao, I miss you sir."

Li Hao confessed his thoughts, wrapped him tightly in his arms, and led him secretly into the palace and into the palace gate.

Fang Na smiled slightly, and said gently and politely, "Huixu is fine recently."

Li Hao opened his arms, looked at his husband with a playful smile, and slowly approached: "It's good, sir, you can peel it off and check it."

Fang Ne's ears were so red that they were about to bleed, he hummed and couldn't speak, he took two steps back and fell on the bed.

Li Hao leaned forward, leaned over to look at his husband, scraped his face with his fingertips, covered and rubbed him lightly.

"Sir, I dreamed of you yesterday."

Fang Na's face was flushed without realizing it, his eyes gleamed with water, and his black hair was scattered on the bed. Li Hao stripped off his green tulle one by one, revealing his warm and fair skin like white jade.

Li Hao's breathing was uncontrollably rapid, and the rough and hot palms of the martial arts touched the smooth and delicate skin of the young man, and both of them trembled.

"Little Biesheng..."

Li Hao whispered in his ear.

Fang Na was dazed by his kiss, unresponsive: "Uh...uh. What did you dream about...you."

"Dream... like this."

Li Hao smiled lightly, interlocked his fingers with the young man, and kissed lightly, his heart melted into a piece of spring water, so soft that it was a mess.

"Sir, call me."

He rubbed against Fang Ne and asked him to call him, but Fang Ne wept.

"Conceit..."

"No." Li Hao bit him, "No."

"Ah...hao..."

Fragile words and panting leaked from between the young man's teeth, confusing and unspeakable.

Li Hao's eyes sank.

……

A room is full of spring, a moment of spring water, slowly stepping on the spring, and picking spring flowers.