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Usman was stunned in the cistern, the sun was dazzling, cutting Usman's vision like a knife, everything was distorted and broken.

Usman climbed out of the pool with the edge of the pool, and the wig also slipped down with the water.The waist-length hair shining with silver light seems to be more radiant than the sun, very much like the white snow on Shennv Peak that never melts all year round.

Usman's shoes and socks fell into the pool, and he stepped on the hot gravel barefoot towards Yan's camp.

The light turned from extremely bright to dim, and there was no light in the tent, and Yan stood on a bed that could not be called a bed, but the edge of the floor.

He had already taken off the wet cloth armor, and he only had a cloth apron tied around his waist, which was originally used to fix the cloth armor.

Under the apron were the crotch pants, so it could be said that Yan was already half naked.

Yan's back is very beautiful, even though there are some scars, he has led the war after all... Usman stared at Yan's shoulder blades and spine.

With muscle curves, they are like the exquisitely carved statues of gods in the priest's tower. The beauty also reveals holiness, which makes people want to kiss them.

However, no matter how fine the texture of the marble is, it is not as beautiful as the skin on Yan's body. Living things are living things after all, how can they be compared to those stone statues.

Usman's eyes couldn't leave Yan's body, whether it was his straight bare back, solid waist, or his slender legs, they were all very attractive...

"Usman." Yan didn't know whether he felt the scorching gaze or what, he reached out and rubbed the back of his neck and shoulders, and then said, "Are you just going to stand and watch?"

"Of course not." Usman quickly walked towards Yan, stood behind him, gently lifted Yan's long, wet hair with slightly trembling fingers, and lowered his head to kiss the hair.

Yan was startled, and then said: "You don't have to do anything to please me, I'm a man, even if you sleep with me, I won't do anything."

"inflammation……"

"Usman, remember, I will give you what you want, and I will have nothing to do with you from now on." Yan frowned and said, "From now on, you will be your king of Xiliang, and I will be my idle prince." , have nothing to do with each other.”

"Did you say these words to the king, or to yourself?" Usman suddenly smiled.

"Of course I told you." Yan said angrily.

"But to my king, you seem to be cheering yourself up." Usman's eyes reflected the back of Yan's head, "Yan, do you really want to escape?"

"No! Since I agreed, why did I run away?" Yan was a little angry.

"Then turn around and watch me speak."

Yan froze for a moment, as if he had just realized that his back was always facing Usman.

"I see." Yan turned around and looked up at Usman.His heart pounded, beating more violently.

Why is there a smile on Usman's face, but sadness in his eyes, hasn't he already fulfilled his wish?

Or is Usman playing something again?After all, his acting skills are so good that he brought "Helian Uro" to life.

There is a miscellaneous book that says that the emperor knows how to control his officials. He usually wears countless different masks and plays a thousand-faced life. Yan has seen it today.

After all, Brother Huang has never been that kind of person.

Usman stretched out his hand suddenly, Yan couldn't help trembling his shoulders, but quickly clenched his fists and stood still.

Usman's fingertips caressed Yan's shoulders lightly, like feathers plucking, his eyes turned from Yan's expressionless and stiff face to his bare chest.

Even though he is a man, Yan's body has a fascinating charm.

Usman closed his eyes, and suddenly lowered his head. Yan knew that he was going to kiss him, so he closed his eyes, and involuntarily clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles turned white.

"I'll get your heart back." Usman didn't kiss him, but said in his ear almost close to his face, "Yanyan, I'll get it back."

Under Yan's surprised gaze, Usman squinted and smiled, bent down and pulled a thin blanket from the ground, wrapping it around Yan's body.

"Yan, I'm going back to the palace now." Usman smiled and said, "It's true that I have accumulated a lot of official duties in the fighting beast camp these days..."

Then, Usman left.

Yan kept staring at the direction he left, making sure that his figure disappeared into the camp.

"What are you doing..." Yan's waist loosened, and he fell into the floor, there was still water on the floor, who made them both wet.

Yan lowered his head and couldn't figure out what Usman was doing, and sighed sadly: "I can't find my heart myself, how can you have this ability."

As Yan said, he stretched out his hand to touch his left chest unconsciously. When Usman whispered in his ear just now, his heart jumped so fast that he almost thought that he could still feel a heartbeat.

"Hey..." Yan leaned back, simply lay down, looked at the gray tent roof, and lost any thoughts for a while.

"Flame!" As the sun set, Ilya came back.

Before he entered the door, Yan first smelled the aroma of barbecue.

"Yan, I bought a lot of food, don't sleep, get up and eat!" Ilya said excitedly.

Yan still didn't move, staring at the roof of the tent, as if he wanted to punch a hole out of it.

Ilya was already setting the table—a broken wooden stool.

First spread a piece of oil paper on the stool, and then put on a bunch of steaming roast lamb, a roasted pig's trotter with a burnt yellow sauce, and a well-baked naan.

There was a cloth bag around his waist. Ilya untied the cloth bag, and inside was a can of goat's milk.

It seems that Elijah went to several places to buy food.

"This is enough for the three of us to eat." Ilya said with a smile, "Yan, Yan~! Get up, it's hot, it's delicious, don't sleep."

"Yanyan..." Yan frowned, and said to himself very lightly, "He said before, Yanyan, I will get it back..."

When Ilya kept calling Yan, Yan suddenly remembered something, tilted his head and said: "... Yan Yan?"

That day in Canna, Usman helped him take a bath, and even... stroked him to make him feel comfortable. Did Usman say at the time that he should be named Yanyan?

Isn't that a spring dream?But what really happened?It was Usman who took advantage of his drunkenness, so...

"Damn bastard! Sex embryo!" Yan got up from the floor, stepped on the floor, flushed with anger, "I should have killed him just now!"

"Yan?" Ilya was trying to arrange the skewers neatly, when he looked up, he saw the thin blanket slipping from Yan's shoulders, the half-naked seductive appearance made Ilya dizzy, and he plopped down on his knees.

"Huh?" Yan finally noticed Ilya, "What are you doing lying on the ground?"

"No, nothing," Elijah wiped his nose, "I might have a cold."

"Fengchi?" Seeing that Ilya's nose was bleeding, Yan said, "You must be on fire, right? Why do you always eat so much barbecue?"

"Well...it's time to eat less." Ilya blushed, and blocked her nostrils with two pieces of cloth.

"Ilya." Yan looked at this young man from the Western Regions. Although he belonged to Usman, his mind was not bad, and he was just following orders.

"Huh?" Ilya raised his head, with two pieces of cloth stuffed in his nostrils, looking particularly embarrassed.

"Don't help me buy food in the future. I will buy it myself. This beast camp is not a good place. You have to take care of yourself."

"Yan, what are you talking about? I'm your helper, so of course I have to take care of your food and daily life. Speaking of which," Ilya looked around, "Where's Helian Uro? I bought one for him too."

"I don't know." Yan said, putting on his clothes, "Probably died somewhere."

"Dead, dead?!" Ilya's eyeballs almost popped out, and he asked in panic, "Where did you die?"

"I saw him in the reservoir this afternoon..." Yan said.

Ilya ran out of the tent, Yan also followed, saw Ilya looking around by the pool, and then picked up Usman's wig.

He probably thought that Yan hadn't seen it, so he hurriedly rolled up the wig and hid it in his pocket.

"Ilya, I'm talking about the afternoon, he's not here anymore." Yan shouted at Ilya, seeing Ilya standing up in a panic.

"Oh, good." Ilya smiled and waved at Yan, and then said, "Helian Uro is not here, he didn't drown here."

"That's good." Yan nodded at him with a smile, and suddenly thought that he was deceived by such a stupid kid, and he didn't know whether to call Usman stupid or call himself stupid.

No, Usman is not stupid, Yan suddenly thought, "He knows that the more powerful the master, the sooner he will show his feet to me."

On the contrary, he doesn't have much martial arts, and Ilya, who is still young, can get away with it.

Of course, Saha is an exception. People like Saha can no longer be summed up by the word "master".

Yan has been with Saha for so many years, but he has never suspected that he has a different heart, because Saha's heart is indeed towards him, but he has other masters.

"Usman, even a talent like Saha, you are willing to put him so far away from Dayan," Yan thought, "Do you really want "Wu Shuang Jian Jue"?"

After Saha completed the last task and spread the rumor that "the king of Xiliang is going to marry Princess Kerou", he confessed to Yan many things, including Usman's desire for "Wushuang Sword Art" to help Xiliang prosper. .

But Yan didn't believe this, how can a single sword formula change the destiny of a country?Really Arabian Nights.

"Now you say you want my heart..." Yan looked at Ilya who was still looking for Usman's trace, and thought, "Usman, what do you want?"

"Yan..." Ilya came back, a little frustrated, "It seems that we are the only two eating today."

"Ok?"

"Helian Uro has gone somewhere." Ilya scratched his stuffy nose and said in a muffled voice, "But I bought kebabs and roasted pig's feet for three people."

"He won't eat, let's eat." Yan said, sitting on the edge of the stool, "I still have a tough battle to fight."

"That's right, you have to eat more to have the strength to teach them a lesson." Ilya nodded sharply, and sat down with Yan.The two of them forgot about "Helian Uro" for the time being, and were going to have a big meal.

Yan picked up a grilled pig's trotter with a crispy skin and a strong aroma, and when he was about to take a bite, he suddenly remembered something.Since Usman has already admitted his identity as "Prince of Dayan", why didn't he take him out when he left just now?

After a long time, he is still in the fighting beast camp?Usman patted his butt and went back to his golden palace.

"—Damn it!" Yan suddenly swears, so frightened that Ilya almost flies the skewer in his hand.

"Yan, what's wrong with you?" Ilya stared.

"I should have killed him!" Yan gritted his teeth angrily.

Usman is not here, why should he tell others that he is Prince Dayan?We still have to continue fighting beasts.

Yuelang Palace.

When the lights come on, the fragrance curls up.

The long imperial case with white jade inlaid with gold is full of playbooks bound with cloth strips.

The memorial books of different tribes use cloth strips of different patterns, and use colors to distinguish the urgency of official duties.

Red needs to be approved immediately, blue can be seen later, and green is a special color for flattery.Knowing that you have a lot of things to do, you don't like to read messy notebooks, so the Ministry of Officials sorted out the memorials received from various places in a proper way.

There are also some secret documents that are classified as state secrets, and they will not be placed on the imperial case carelessly.

Usman had never touched the folds of the green ribbons, so tonight he chose to look at them.Seeing that the paper was full of good news and praises for the achievements of the emperor, Usman felt that he still had some hope.

If possible, he really wanted to send these memorials to the Beast Camp for Yan to have a look.

"Alas..." Usman closed the notebook and put it aside, resting his chin on a stack of notebooks, which was quite frustrating.

Shuangya, who was lying in front of the imperial case, heard the melancholy sigh of the master, raised his head, and stared at Usman with piercing eyes.

"Why are you looking at me?" Usman also looked at Shuangfang, "You don't have a wife, just like me."

"Your Majesty." Jinayali came, still holding the head of Biao by the hand.After an afternoon of washing and combing, its hair became very fluffy and more magnificent.

As soon as Biao saw Shuangfang, he immediately leaned forward, and Jinayali almost couldn't hold it back.

"This bull really likes Shuangfang." Jinayali said with a smile, "He has been chasing Shuangfang."

Biao glared at Shuangya and kept rubbing against Shuangya's snow-white neck, trying to leave a scent behind.

Shuangya had a haughty and undisturbed posture. It glanced at Usman specifically, and the small eyes clearly said: "Look, master, it's really annoying."

"Don't be ignorant of your blessings." Usman wanted to take the playbook and throw Shuangfang away.

But seeing Biao showing his favor to Shuangya so actively, Usman wondered if he should sleep with Yan today?Serving him comfortably, maybe...

"No, no." Usman suppressed his perverted thoughts.Yan is so stubborn, desperate to save face, even if he is comfortable to death, he will not admit it easily.