By decree and pro

origin.

Xiliang, the country of oasis, is located in the desert and is eternal.

Usman, the 24-year-old king of Xiliang, has silver hair like snow, green eyes like emerald green, and looks like a heavenly man.

Usman intends to form an alliance with Dayan, the largest empire in the world, so he sincerely invites Princess Chunyu Kerou of Dayan to go to Xiliang as an envoy.

Princess Kerou is fourteen years old, innocent and innocent, with an alluring appearance, she is the treasure of Dayan.

For the matter of the imperial sister's mission to Xiliang, Prince Yonghe Chunyuyan was very opposed to it. He had contacts with the king of Xiliang and knew that he was a wicked person who was wicked like a ghost and acted like a mouse.

Moreover, the spies urgently reported that the real purpose of the King of Xiliang's move was to deceive the princess into Xiliang and force her to marry her as his wife, so as to become Emperor Dayan's "brother-in-law".

Thinking that the King of Xiliang not only coveted the beauty of his imperial sister, but also wanted to use her for profit, Chunyuyan was so angry that he couldn't wait to rub this sweet-bellied swordsman and daring guy.

However, communication between the two countries is a state matter, and it cannot be canceled just because of Chunyuyan's opposition.

So Princess Kerou went on a mission to Xiliang as usual, and Chunyuyan was eager to protect his sister, so he quietly sneaked into the mighty embassy team to replace the princess, and went to battle in person.

……

It was cold at night.

The palace beams painted with golden flowers and inlaid shells are even colder than ice.

Chun Yuyan lightly touched the carvings on the beam, and thought to himself: "This thing is so beautiful, even in the middle of the night, it can reveal rainbow colors, if it is in the daytime, I don't know how beautiful it will be."

As for the mounting of the beams of the palace, Dayan Kingdom is also very beautiful, all of which are lifelike colored paintings and carved objects, but the beams in the Xiliang State Palace are even more ingenious. They even embedded white seashells into the beams and filled the gaps with The golden lacquer is painted into a snow lotus, which is so beautiful.

This single beam has taken so much thought, let alone the rest of the palace must be extravagant and extravagant.

"Hmph, I'm living so comfortably these days, how dare I say something to my brother 'Xiliang is a place in the westernmost part of the world, with few people and deserted, and lack of supplies..." Yan wanted to grind his molars again.

"Calm down!" Yan closed his eyes, "I've suffered so much, to be the 'gentleman on the beam', I can't just get angry and spoil things."

Yan opened his eyes again and looked down. There was no light in the dormitory, and there was no brazier or charcoal stove in such a cold night. Only some white animal skins covered the ground and the dragon bed, as if he was in a snowfield.

There was still a movement of turning over in the huge dragon bed a moment ago, but now there is no sound at all. It seems that the king of Xiliang is asleep.

"Guy full of lies, trying to trick my imperial sister into marrying you, dreaming! See if I don't kill you!" Yan gritted his teeth, flipped over and flew off the beam.His black clothes and trousers floated to the ground like a ghostly shadow, silently.

Yan cautiously took a step forward, and suddenly froze. The fur under his feet was rich and warm, and there was a tenacity in stepping on it. He couldn't help stepping on it a few more times. The softness was completely different from Dayan's fur. What is it made of?It was still warm, no wonder there were no heaters in Usman's temple.

Yan walked towards the dragon bed, and took out a dagger that shone coldly and cut iron like mud from his waist.

On the way here, he designed more than a hundred ways to die for the king of Xiliang, otherwise how would he survive this long yellow sand road...

"Hum!"

A stream of animal-smelling hot air sprayed directly to the back of Yan's head. Yan looked back, his face turned pale with shock, and the cold sweat on his back was pouring out.

In front of him was an extremely huge white wolf, several times bigger than any Central Plains wolf Yan had ever seen.It is condescending, staring at Yan with a pair of faint green eyes that are full of fierce light.

Dou Da's cold sweat rolled down Yan's forehead, as long as he opened his mouth, his heart would pop out of his throat, but besides staring at the wolf's eyes and not letting go of all its movements, Yan couldn't think of any other way.

Fighting is impossible, and the fangs and claws can tear off a layer of flesh from his body with a slight flick of his fangs and claws.

But it won't work without a fight. Could it be that he came here after all the hard work just to serve the wolf as a supper?

The white wolf wrinkled its nose, bared its white fangs, and threatened fiercely, Yan couldn't help but clenched the dagger in his hand, and warned himself: "Calm down, don't move unless it is absolutely necessary."

Suddenly, the wolf's head moved closer to the top of Yan's head, sniffing his hair carefully, dripping foul-smelling saliva.

Although Yan disliked it very much, he couldn't move, fearing that if the wolf was provoked, he would open his mouth and swallow his head!

The white wolf kept sniffing, from Yan's hair to Yan's face, that cold and wet nose rubbed against Yan's pale cheek.

"Bah..."

The white wolf snorted softly with a look of disdain, turned its head away, and suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and yawned big, then it turned around, flicked its fat tail, and pointed its butt towards Yan. And the dragon bed, lay down on the spot and curled up into a big futon, and continued to sleep.

Hearing the white wolf's well-proportioned breathing, Yan Bujue pressed his left chest, this really saved his life!But this is thanks to the king of Xiliang for raising him so

A big fat wolf that looks like it is useless, even the assassins who come to the door can be released.

Yan clicked his tongue in his heart, wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and came to the dragon bed.

The dragon bed is very big, the head of the bed is like a crescent moon, and a silver brocade tent is protruding from the pointed ends.

Through the curtain, Yan vaguely saw Usman lying there, so he stretched out the tip of his knife and gently opened the curtain, and finally saw him.

Usman was lying on his back on the soft bed, and the white jade incense burner next to the bed was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.

Usman's silver hair is like moonlight pouring on the brocade pillow.

And his face was the same as in Yan's memory, with a straight nose and beautiful lips like petals, he was the most beautiful man Yan had ever seen in his life.

No, not just beautiful, but gorgeous.

The light silver hair is very eye-catching.

Yan still remembers the first time they met in the hot spring pool, and he was still facing him naked.

The moment he saw him, Yan thought it was a fairy descending from the sky, staring at his face, his head went blank with shock.

Usman is so amazing - but as beautiful as he is, he has such a wicked heart!

Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, not forgetting how Usman broke his promise.He said "alliance and righteousness" on his lips, but secretly he had already sympathized with the "enemy" he hated the most in his life, which caused him great misery.

Thinking of these past inflammations made my stomach hurt, and seeing Usman lying on the bed, sleeping so soundly, the anger was even more bubbling up.

How could he sleep so soundly?

Yan secretly gritted his teeth, thinking about the hardships along the way again: being hunted down by bandits, getting lost in the desert, running out of dry food and falling into a quicksand pit, accompanied by white bones and poisonous insects, if not for his martial arts, he would have died in half On the road, there is not even a corpse collector!

Without even thinking about it, Yan raised his knife and stabbed Usman in the face!

With a muffled "dong", the tip of the knife sank deep into the gorgeous bed above Usman's head, Yan paused, then continued to turn the dagger, drawing a deep horizontal stroke on the head of the bed.

Usman is the emperor of Xiliang, and the emperor's brother intends to form an alliance with him to stabilize the peace in the western border of Dayan.

As the Prince of Yan, Yan naturally knew that the national policy must not be violated, but he still had to vent his anger.

--"stupid."

So he wants to describe the word "stupid". When Usman wakes up tomorrow and sees "stupid" on his forehead, he will be so angry that his seven orifices will smoke.

Yan laughed in his heart: "It would be even better if I accidentally died of anger."

He carved stroke by stroke with his heart, and the sawdust rustled down. At the last stroke, Yan exerted more force, but the tip of the knife got stuck on something.

"Huh?" Yan pulled it out, but the dagger didn't move at all, he could only yank it hard!

"Ah." The dagger was drawn out, but his body involuntarily rushed forward, pressing his hands on the pillow, and stopped abruptly.

too close!His nose almost touched Usman's forehead, Yan couldn't help holding his breath, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead.

If it falls along the cheek, it is very likely to land on Usman's face.

Yan was instantly stiff, afraid that if he moved, his sweat would drip.

Yan desperately glanced at the drop of sweat out of the corner of his eye, and stretched out his tongue to catch it, but soon felt that it was useless, the tongue could not get it.

"That's right!" Yan turned his face to the side, so that the sweat wouldn't flow down, what a wit!

"Prince Yonghe, are you having fun with this prince?" A faint voice resounded under Yan's face, as if the little finger accidentally touched the strings of a piano, and the lingering sound lingered.

Yan lowered his head in surprise, just in time to see Usman lifting his eyes gracefully. Against the background of thick silver eyelashes, those eyes were as clear as ice and emerald as jade looking straight into Yan's heart, as if he could see through all his little thoughts.

"—Are you pretending to be asleep?!"

Cold sweat dripped down, Yan stretched his waist to dodge, but Usman's movements were not slow, the hand wearing the emerald ring clasped Yan's right wrist tightly,

There was a sudden movement around the bed, and the situation was instantly reversed.

Yan fell into the bed, his back sunk deep into the soft mattress, Usman grabbed his hands, and pressed him down unceremoniously.

"If the king doesn't pretend to be asleep, how can he know that the prince will send such a special gift at night." Usman raised his eyes to look at the bed board, and read, "Stupid..."

"It's not easy, you can recognize all the big swallow characters with so many strokes." Yan sneered, staring at Usman.

"Stupid is really stupid." Usman said calmly, squinting at the fiery Yan.

"You!" How could Yan fail to hear his irony, "I am Dayan's special envoy, how dare you call me stupid!"

"Don't you dare to vent your anger by engraving on the king's bedside? This is a thousand-year-old cloud sandalwood..." Usman suddenly smiled and said, "Chun Yuyan, let the past go, let's start from the beginning?"

"Who taught you the Great Yan language? Don't blame the past is not for this!" Yan made a secret effort while talking nonsense, intending to kick Usman away.

but……

"Huh?" Yan blinked, his body was very strange, as if all the muscles and bones had been pulled away, and he lost all strength.

"You must be very puzzled that you have such a profound skill, but you can't express it at all?" Usman looked at Yan and smiled. This smile is like a jar of old wine, exuding an intoxicating atmosphere from the inside out.

But Yan's scalp was numb, and he looked at Usman, glanced sideways at the back of the incense burner and said, "This is a special incense made in Xiliang, called Butterfly Drunk. To ordinary people, it is just a ray of fragrance, but to ordinary people Those assassins with high martial arts skills... are the poison, the medicine to steal the power."

"What?" Yan was taken aback, his voice became hoarse, "Take power?! How is it possible!"

"Nothing is impossible, Yan, you don't think that the king's huge bedroom really doesn't even have any defense at all?" Usman said with a smile.

There is charm in Rong Xie, that silky silver hair exudes a faint luster like a hazy moon.

"You are despicable and shameless! Villain!" Yan was so angry that his eyes were red, "Get the antidote quickly!"

"There is no antidote for this incense." Usman said unhurriedly, "But don't worry, although this incense has penetrated into your lungs and organs, it will gradually fade away, but at this time, the sun can't say no." allow."

"Time?" From Usman's words, Yan heard that the medicine dissipated very slowly.

"It can be as little as a few days, or as much as..." Usman smiled brightly.

"No matter how long it takes, will it really fade?" Yan asked Usman, staring at Usman.

"Yes." Usman nodded, "Your skills will recover."

Hearing that his skills could be recovered, Yan breathed a sigh of relief for a while, but then thought that the loss of skills didn't mean that his limbs were broken, and he could still fight.

He raised his leg sharply and kicked. Usman almost got hit unexpectedly, but he still quickly dodged to the side and let go of Yan.

Yan immediately went to grab the dagger that fell on the bedside, and Usman also went to grab the dagger. The two started fighting on the bed. Yan didn't want to disturb the guards outside the palace. When he kicked over the candlestick beside the bed, he turned over in a hurry fishing.

Unexpectedly, Usman also cooperated with him, and stopped for a while. After Yan helped the candlestick back to its original position, Usman took Yan's shoulder and pushed him into the bed again.

Yan's face was covered in the pillow, and he could hardly hold his breath, and cursed in a muffled voice: "You bastard! You didn't say a word of truth, you betrayed me, and you even wanted to abduct my Rou'er!"

"This king kindly invites Princess Kerou to come to Xiliang to enjoy the exotic scenery. How can I talk about abduction?" Usman said with an innocent expression.

"Heh, don't think that I don't know what you're planning. You want to trap Rou'er here and propose to her with shamelessness. There is Princess Dayan sitting in Xiliang, so what do you worry about in Xiliang in the future? You want money, you want money, you want food. There is food."

"Yan," Usman smiled, leaned over and whispered behind Yan's ear, "Where did you get the news from?"

"I know you are full of tricks, so naturally you were prepared." Yan tried to turn his face away, and reprimanded, "Usman, you should give up your mind, my imperial sister doesn't like you."

"How could it be that when I was a guest at the Dayan Palace, Her Royal Highness the Princess chased me for two blocks."

"Don't be so self-righteous! The imperial sister is just curious about your unique appearance."

"This king is not self-righteous. I just want to tell you that your informant is only half right."

"what?"

"This king really wants to marry Dayan's royal family. As for this candidate..." Usman paused, his warm lips almost touching his red ears, "It's you."

"I knew you had no good intentions..." In the middle of speaking, Yan's eyes widened and he said in amazement, "Who did you just talk about?"