By decree and pro

"Yanyan, you suddenly jumped in from the balcony this morning. No matter what I say, you insisted on taking off my clothes and admiring my beautiful body." Speaking of this, Usman showed shyness on his face, " You are so enthusiastic, how can I refuse..."

"This, this is impossible!" Yan sat down, as if he had been greatly shocked, and said to himself, "How could I attack you..."

"Attack..." Yan suddenly remembered that he had this idea last night, but it seemed to be different from what Usman said.

"Look, you're stunned." Usman immediately said, "You hugged me last night and kissed. Look... here, and here, are all the red marks you gnawed on."

"This..." Yan looked at where Usman pointed.Neck, chest, arms...there are dots of red marks, some of which are bruised.

Yan lowered his head to look at himself, and there were also mosquito bite marks on his neck.The difference is that the red mark is not itchy, but very conspicuous, so conspicuous that I want to buy a piece of frozen tofu, and forget it.

"Hey, I've been persuading, don't, Yanyan, don't do this, but you don't listen to me." Usman pointed to the pile of clothes on the ground and said, "Look, you tore my clothes to pieces Now, the gold needles on the button are all broken, but it took a lot of work for the craftsman to make it."

Yan's soul seemed to be out of his body, he sat there blankly, put his hand on his forehead, and said to himself: "I drank too much last night..."

"I know that's not your intention." Usman smiled, "But I'm very happy, you will come to attack me at night..."

"Forget." Yan raised his head suddenly, staring at Usman with red eyes, "Forget everything for me."

"This..." Usman's eyes were full of spring, "How can I forget it... After all, it's the first time you've taken the initiative to..."

"I told you to forget it! There's so much nonsense!" Yan lifted Usman's shoulders, and the two stood up unconsciously, and the pillow immediately fell down.

"Ah!" Yan let go of Usman with a red face, and sat down again. Usman also sat down and covered the pillow obediently.

"I..." Yan gritted his teeth, "I'm going to marry you anyway, so I'll take the responsibility at worst..."

"Ok?"

"I know I attacked you." Yan lowered his eyebrows and said, "I..."

"Yanyan, do you want to say that you slept with me?"

"Isn't it? It's all like this?"

"No, you misunderstood." Usman smiled, "After you rushed to my bed this morning, you quickly stripped off our clothes,

Then you hugged me and kissed me for a while, and you fell asleep. "

"What?!" Yan looked up at Usman, and said in disbelief, "Then, what did I do to you?"

"If you mean beep—(the sound must be muted here), it's not like that." Usman said with a smile on his face.

"Phew!" Yan Da breathed a sigh of relief, "It scared me..."

"But Yanyan, you are so afraid, is it because you have had evil thoughts about me?" Usman approached suddenly, "Otherwise, why are you so guilty? You said you really wanted to marry me."

"How can I have a guilty conscience!" Yan pushed Usman away with a slap, and stepped off the bed.

Then he looked for his own clothes in the pile of clothes that couldn't be distinguished from Xiliang or Dayan.

"Yan Yan." Usman leaned on the bed, the pillow still covered the important parts, his posture was very enchanting, "Are you sure you won't sleep anymore?"

"Get out!" Yan roared, found his obscene pants and quickly put them on, and when he touched his shirt, he saw a shiny willow-leaf dagger.

"This is?" Yan picked it up, looked at the dagger repeatedly, and suddenly remembered that he came to dig Usman's heart last night, to see if he really liked him, or if he was lying.

But why did he confirm this? Even if Usman is lying, it should be harmless to him.

After all, they are just a fake marriage and not a real couple, and they have to pay attention to a "heart-to-heart relationship".

"What am I doing here?" Yan looked at the dagger in a daze.

"Yanyan," Usman put his hand on his chin and winked, "Are you tempted by me?"

"Dream!" Yan threw away the dagger, "I just got drunk."

Then he put on his coat and tied up his hair.The coat on the outer cover was embroidered with cranes, very gorgeous, but there were a bit too many buttons, Yan didn't want to finish buttoning them all before leaving, so he lifted his legs and walked out while buttoning them.As soon as the door of this bedroom was opened, I saw Yalta, the head of internal affairs, and a row of court ladies holding bath towels, kettles, clothes boxes, and so on.

They looked at Yan in surprise, probably they didn't expect the prince to come out of the king's bedroom.

Yan froze for a moment, then turned around randomly and went back, closing the door.

"What's wrong?" Usman sat up and asked.

"Go another way." Yan strode towards the balcony with a straight face.A guard was rubbing the back of his head, about to get up from the ground.

Yan felt sorry, but still knocked him out.

"Are you climbing the balcony again?" Usman said, "Why bother, they have already seen you in Yalta anyway."

"I want you to take care of it!" Yan turned his head and glared at him, then jumped down and disappeared.Frost Fang stood on the balcony and watched Yan leave enthusiastically.

When Yalta heard his name called by the emperor, he opened the door and entered.

"The person just now is His Royal Highness, right?" Yalta asked, "Why is it missing?"

"Leave from the secret path." Usman was in a very good mood.This was also fooled by him, it can only be said that Yan is too simple.

Last night he couldn't help kissing Yan, and then he was afraid that Yan would settle accounts when he woke up, so he used his fingers to pinch his neck, shoulders, etc. red.

It still hurts.

Usman was full of smiles, wondering when Yan would notice the clue.

"There is a secret passage here?" Yalta had never heard of it.

"Yes. By the way, remove the guards from the balcony." Usman stood up, washed and changed his clothes under the service of the maid.

"That's General Jina deliberately..."

Usman glanced sideways at Yalta, and he immediately changed his words: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Yan returned to his dormitory, coincidentally, Ilya just knocked on the door.

"Wait!" Yan took off all the clothes on his body, leaving only the underwear, and then stretched the quilt and lay down.

"What are you doing?" Ilya asked outside the door.

"Okay, come in."

"Yan, you've been sleeping for a really long time, it's already afternoon." The door opened, and Ilya was holding the toilet utensils in his hands.

"It's okay." Yan lowered his head and said.

"You drank so much last night, you must be uncomfortable. I brought you a glass of honey water..."

"I want to take a shower."

"Then I'll prepare." Ilya put down the tray and asked the palace servants to bring hot water.

After about a moment, Ilya said with a smile: "Yan, you can go wash, do you want me to rub your back?"

"No, let's all back down."

"Okay." Ilya said, "I'm right outside the door, call me if you need something."

"Ah."

Yan took off his clothes and stepped into the steaming hot tub, feeling so comfortable that he almost thought that he had imagined all the unbearable scenes in the morning.

but not……

As long as he lowered his head, he could see the obvious hickey.

"One, two..." Yan started to search, and turned to look behind him, "Damn it, there are all of them here... He kissed me at least twenty times!"

"For me, there is only..." Yan recalled, there are quite a lot of dots on Usman's chest, not less than twenty.

"But..." Yan tilted his head, and continued to lie down in the wooden bathtub, "I always feel that something is wrong... Where is it?"

Usman finished bathing and changing, and was talking to Feralas about the celebration of the second day.Usman said before that the banquet to welcome Prince Dayan will be held for seven consecutive days.

"The prince doesn't seem to be very interested in singing and dancing, let's try the animal taming performance tonight." Usman said.

"Okay, my lord..." Before Feralas had time to speak, someone suddenly rushed in like a whirlwind, which startled him.

"Usman." It was Yan—Yan who was very angry.

"Huh?" Usman looked at Yan and said, "What's wrong? Yan Yan."

"Are you lying to me again!" Yan stared at Usman and said, "How could I have acted so frivolously towards you! I have never had the habit of messing with my relatives after being drunk!"

"Are you sure?" Usman directly opened his collar, "Look, Yan Yan, there are all hickey marks left by you here, and the evidence is solid."

"It's not me... By the way, you made this yourself!"

"What should I do? Kiss myself?" Usman shrugged, "Yanyan, if you don't believe me, you can kiss me again. Isn't it clear if this comparison is true or not? "

"You think I dare not kiss you!" Yan grabbed Usman's collar and was about to bite into his neck, when he saw Feralas from the corner of his eyes, he stopped hastily.

"when will you……?"

"I've always been here, Your Highness." Feralas smiled, "But you can pretend you can't see me."

"Well, you don't have to worry about him." Usman raised his chin high, "Quick, give me a kiss."

"You—" Yan suddenly thought that if Usman was cheating, he would really be fooled if he kissed him right now!

"inflammation?"

"Hmph!" Yan raised his hand and punched Usman.In any case, it is always right to fight first.

"Very violent prince." After leaving angrily, Feralas asked Yalta to bring a boiled egg to rub Usman's cheek.

"If he knows the truth, this fist will be light." Usman grinned, and "tsk" again, the corner of his mouth was torn.

"Your Majesty, you are really different." Feralas sighed, "Others love with their hearts, but you are not only taking the heart, but also your own life."

"Don't tell me, if Yanyan wants this life, I'm willing to give it to him." Usman smiled.

"Hey, this kind of love is too scary, even life is at stake." Feralas shook his head again and again, "It's better to be a bachelor like me."

"There is no one who warms the bed, what's the matter." Usman scorned.

"You have a bed warmer, so you got punched." Feralas didn't dare to say this. The bachelor is not immortal and can withstand the wrath of thunder.

"That's right. Is there any result for the key I asked you to investigate?"

"Yes." Feralas said while holding the egg, "As you guessed, the key is in the Ten Thousand Keys Vault in the Tower of Priests."

"Sure enough...the ancient city of Linze was originally designed and built by a crow spirit warlock. If there is any treasure that needs to be unlocked, the priest's tower must have a key."

"Then are you going to go get it?"

"No, let them deliver it." Usman pushed the egg away and said, "I told Yan last time that the key to open the treasure box is in my drawer. He wants to know that I lied to him again, alas."

"Then don't lie to him. Tell His Royal Highness, the things in the priest's tower are not so easy to get. If you ask them to bring the keys this time, I don't know what you are asking for..."

"Even if they are difficult to serve, they can't take my life." Usman thought for a while, "Forget it, I'll go get it myself."

"Your Majesty, I will accompany you." Feralas said.

"En." Usman nodded, called Yalta, changed into a plainer clothes, and went to the priest's tower with Feralas.