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"I'll bring you hangover soup." Yan wanted to get out of bed, but Usman grabbed his hand, "That kind of thing is useless to me."

"Ok?"

"I don't know if it's because I tried too many poisons when I was a child, so hangover soup and so on didn't help at all."

"Then you're still so drunk!" Yan wanted to shake off Usman's hand, but for some reason he didn't move, but lay down instead.

"Yanyan?" Usman looked sideways at Yan.

"Anyway, it's useless if you drink it, what else am I busy with." Yan said, looking at the curtain on the top of the bed.

"Yanyan," Usman simply turned sideways, staring at Yan's handsome side face and said, "If I were your emperor brother, I wouldn't want Jing Tingrui. Even if the world falls and the earth falls, and people and gods are angry, I will only choose you one."

Yan glanced at Usman lightly: "If you were my emperor brother, nothing would happen."

The implication is, how could I fall in love with a royal brother like you...

"Yanyan, your mouth is so poisonous." Usman gently rubbed Yan's wrist with hot fingers, "Don't you even leave me with any fantasy?"

"Didn't you just say that I have a good heart, and now my mouth is poisonous again?" Yan rolled his eyes, and withdrew his right wrist, Usman immediately clenched it tightly, and he couldn't pull it out.

"Yanyan, you are hard-spoken and soft-hearted." Usman laughed, "I clearly molested you today, but you are still worried that I will meet an assassin after I order..."

"Usman," Yan turned to look at him and said, "I have something to ask you, don't fall asleep."

"You ask." Usman blinked his eyes twice, as if to refresh himself.

"Where have you been this afternoon?"

"Translate the ancient scrolls in the priest's tower."

"Is there only translation?" Yan frowned slightly, and asked solemnly, "Didn't anything else happen?"

"No, even if there is, it's not something Yan Yan needs to worry about."

Yan narrowed his eyes, and pulled out his right hand held by Usman instantly. Seeing Yan raised his hand, Usman thought he was about to be beaten, so he closed his eyes quickly, but he didn't expect Yan to cover his mouth and nose directly.

"Woo~!" Usman couldn't even breathe.

"You treat me as a three-year-old child?" Yan was very upset, "Since you came back from the tower of priests, you have been acting strange all night. They are afraid of you, dare not approach you, and dare not ask you anything, but I am not afraid, you'd better Tell me the truth, or I will suffocate you to death."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Usman couldn't help nodding.

"Hmph." Yan let go of his hand, Usman panted heavily.

"Huh~ Yanyan," Usman said aggrievedly, "You are trying to murder your husband..."

Yan raised his hand, Usman quickly pursed his lips.

"You're not just translating ancient scrolls this afternoon, are you?"

"Hmm..." Usman looked at Yan, "I caught the assassin sent by my brother Dan Erman."

"What?" Yan asked in surprise, "How did you catch it?"

"It's a long story," Usman smiled slightly, "But Yan, as far as I know, this should be the last remnant of Denerman's subordinates, and no one should attack you and me again."

"Are they going to attack me?"

"Well. Their purpose is not only to kill me, but also to provoke a war between Xiliang and Dayan, and to make their Highness Dan Erman the king of the troubled times. It is really frenzied." Usman sighed, "However, I used to like to fight for power and profit as much. I was eager to fight Dayan to fight for the position of the world's number one empire."

Yan Bian pursed his lips: "You are the only one who can't defeat Dayan."

"Yeah. I don't even have martial arts, so I want Yan Yan to protect me." Usman said with a smile, a little coquettishly.

"Where were you when the assassin was dealt with?"

"Of course it's with the assassin. He dared to come alone, so I naturally..." Usman suddenly fell silent when he said this, because Yan's aggressive eyes were more terrifying than the assassin's.

"What's the matter with you?!" Yan suddenly became angry or rushed to the sky, "What are you doing, a person with no martial arts?! Is it because you are afraid that the knife will not hit you, or something?"

"Because because... I want to confirm with my own eyes that I have caught someone." Usman also panicked and stammered, "I, although I have no martial arts, I still have Shuangfang..."

"Frost Fang is just a wild beast after all!" Yan's eyes burst into flames, "It cannot protect you infallible."

"But I... am fine."

"If you're really fine, what's the point of drinking tonight?"

"This...it has nothing to do with assassins." Usman thought it was a good thing he didn't tell the story of the guard's death and injury just now, so Yan couldn't help but peel him off.

"That is how the matter?"

"I just... when I was sorting out the ancient scrolls, I suddenly thought of my mother and the emperor..." Usman said, "I was only six years old when I thought they said they would kill me."

Yan didn't speak, but he clenched his fist unconsciously.

"At that time, I thought that you wanted me to die, so I wanted to live longer than any of you..." Usman said with a smile, "Fortunately, I didn't give up on myself and follow their wishes at that time." , only now can I meet Yanyan..."

"Usman, this kind of thing shouldn't be said with a smile." Yan said.

"Then how do you say, could it be tears?" Usman winked.

Yan suddenly stretched out his hand, Usman thought that his mouth would be covered again, so he shrunk his neck immediately, but Yan just put his arms around his shoulders, hugged him and said, "It's all over."

Usman trembled all over, but his voice was hoarse when he wanted to speak.

Yan withdrew his arm, probably feeling embarrassed, and said: "Okay, go to sleep, just sleep and wake up tomorrow."

"then you……?"

"If I don't leave, I'm tired too." Yan turned his back to Usman.

"Yanyan," Usman said with a smile, "Don't, you can mess with me, I don't have the strength to resist now..."

Yanjiao stretched back and kicked Usman's thigh.

Usman smiled instead: "I said that I didn't want you to sympathize with me when I was a child, Yan Yan, I just wanted to tell you that I am very grateful to my six-year-old self for having such a tenacious idea of ​​wanting to live, because of this, I can meet you now. You are the most important thing in my life."

Yan blushed, but said nothing.

"Yanyan? Are you really asleep?" Usman stood up and saw Yan's eyes closed.

"I'm kissing you." Usman gestured to kiss, but Yan still lay motionless on his side.

"...Forget it, I'll be beaten again later." Usman was about to lie back, Yan suddenly turned around, grabbed Usman's collar with both hands, and kissed his lips.

Usman was only stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to hold Yan's cheek back, and kissed back fiercely...

Without anyone around, Yan can let out his fiery breath wantonly, let his heart be unbound, run freely, dance happily...

Before the kiss was over, Usman's hand was already lowered, and his knee was directly pushed into Yan's inner thigh.

"Wait!" Yan blushed and pushed Usman's shoulder away, "No, not tonight..."

Yan didn't even know what he was talking about, he was in a panic.

"When was that?" Usman asked with burning eyes.

"This..." Yan felt that he had dug a big hole for himself.

"The day we got married?" Usman licked his lips, that look really attractive.

"Uh..." Yan had to admit that he was really confused by Usman's masculinity.

"Then on the wedding day." Usman smiled sweetly, "I can wait."

"No, I, I mean..." Yan's tongue was knotted, as if he was the one who was drunk instead of Usman.

"Sleep, Yanyan," Usman lay down, hugging Yanyan's waist tightly, "tonight will be a good dream."

"A good dream...?" Usman's forehead was still warmly pressed against Yan's, and Yan felt that tonight would be a nightmare.

Hearing Usman's steady breathing, Yan stared at the curtain with wide eyes, thinking to himself: "What's the matter with me, I don't care if I say it, and I won't be tempted...how can I move?" ——Love...Which step did you go wrong? Or did you not go right from the beginning? "

Yan couldn't figure it out, not only didn't he come up with the answer in the end, he didn't even know when he fell asleep in Usman's arms.

into a dream.

The whitish sunlight in the afternoon was made even brighter by the gurgling fountain water, which covered the light white linen dress like broken diamonds.

Usman's head was resting on the shiny dress, and he was curled up like a cat, nestling in his mother's lap.

An inexplicable grievance made the corners of his eyes glisten with tears, and the mottled shadows of the sun became even more blurred, and he could hardly see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Only the sound of water flowing from the fountain can be heard.

Mother's hand stroked his head tenderly, full of love and affection over and over again.

"...One day, yes." The mother said softly, and sighed slowly.

The mother's sigh made Usman wake up instantly. Perhaps the dream was so real that when he opened his eyes, he thought he would see the garden of the priest's tower and the luxurious marble fountain...

But what he saw was Yan sleeping beside him, lying on his side with his back facing him, like a big cat with its tail curled up.

But Usman knew that the two ears of the big cat were pricking up, listening for suspicious movements.

Once there was any trouble, such as an assassin coming, he would definitely jump up immediately and slap the assassin to the ground with one paw.

The corners of Usman's originally tense mouth could not help but float up, stretched out his hand and caressed Yan's forehead carefully, and gently pushed away the strand of hair sticking to the corner of his eyes.

"Yanyan." Usman stared at Yan's profile, and sighed in his heart, "I want to be recognized by my mother so much that I even want to be Danerman in my dreams."

When he was very young, he would deliberately imitate the words and deeds of the emperor's brother, and even learned his special habit of turning from the last page when studying history books, but in the end it was nothing.

Because - he is him, I am me, if mother wants to recognize, she must also recognize me, Usman!

Since he was a child, he has been very unwilling to admit defeat, and he has subdued other brothers who called him white-haired monsters, but only with his mother and elder brother, he has been losing in a mess, with no chance of winning.

"Yanyan, I'm not afraid of losing." Usman whispered, "I'm just afraid that I'm not good enough for you. After all, I can't even convince my biological mother. She always thinks that Danerman is better than me, better than me, He is more suitable to inherit the throne than me, even if he is now my prisoner."

"Yanyan..." Usman touched Yan's forehead lightly, "You don't know how much I love you. For you, I must become stronger. Even if there are a hundred Danermans standing in front of me, I can't stop you. The way I want to go."

"Hmm..." Yan pursed his lips suddenly, and his eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to wake up.

Usman quickly closed his eyes, let go of his hands, and put on a look of deep sleep.

"What..." Yan always felt something on his forehead, opened his eyes reluctantly, and saw a few fingers—Usman's fingers.

"Damn guy." Yan thought to himself, "Take advantage of me while I'm asleep again."

Then he moved under the pillow, away from Usman's hand.

"This is me..." Now that he was full of sleep, Yan sat up, put on his shoes, and looked around, feeling a little dazed for a while.Looking back at Usman who was sleeping soundly, he suddenly remembered what happened last night, it was really vivid, no self-deception!

"I...!" Yan's face started to heat up, and then he sat on the edge of the bed, hugged his head and exclaimed, "I wasn't drunk last night, why did I do such a shameful thing?!"

"The ancients are right, there is a knife on the prefix of the word 'color'!" Yan felt that if he hadn't been moved by Usman's beauty, how could he suddenly kiss him!

By the way, it seems that she agreed to have a bridal chamber with him last night...

"It's over!" Yan's face turned green, and his heart was overwhelmed with oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, feeling like all kinds of mess.

"The day before yesterday, I was still slandering Usman for being playful, with so many harems," Yan thought in shock, "Why is he now the one who messes around with women?"

"No!" Yan lowered his head and looked at himself, luckily all his clothes were there, but they were a little messed up, so last night was not a big deal.

Get away.

Anyway, Usman was so drunk last night that he might not remember it.