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"It's already so late." Seeing Feralas, Yan put the sword back into the scabbard, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go to class after I take a shower."

During this time, Feralas was teaching Yan to learn Xiliang language, as well as some rules and etiquette that a queen should know.

Yan was originally capable of both civil and military skills, so learning those things is naturally a no-brainer.

Therefore, Feralas and Yan get along well.No, more than good, Feralas praised the queen's intelligence almost everyone.

"It's not too late, it's just Chen Shi, you guys got up too early." Feralas smiled slightly, seeing the broken wood on the ground.

"It's really powerful swordsmanship." Feralas nodded in praise, "You can tell it's from the queen's hand at a glance. The moves are crisp and sharp, and the sword is deadly."

"Small tricks, nothing to worry about." Yan took the sword and went back to the room to take a shower without saying hello to Usman.

After Ilya hurriedly saluted Usman, he hurriedly followed to serve him.

"Firas, tell me..." Usman stood where he was, and asked with a sense of loss, "Does Yanyan like me, or doesn't she like me?"

"Of course the queen likes you." Feralas said with a smile.

“How come you see?”

"It's enough to show that the queen just chopped the stake but didn't hurt you." Feralas couldn't help nodding.

"you saw it?"

"Well, I have seen it from beginning to end."

"Then tell me carefully," Usman said seriously, "What's the situation now?"

"The current situation is that," Feralas said with a smile, "I just found out that the queen, like the king, is in love for the first time."

"What do you mean?" Usman knew that Yan's heart was with Emperor Dayan. This was Yan's explicit statement, so he didn't understand what Feralas was talking about.

"I have also learned a lot of Da Yan words during this period of time while teaching the queen, such as the phrase 'the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear'. This is really the case."

"How dare you betray me?"

"But feelings are boring if you don't discover them by yourself," Feralas put on an innocent expression, "By the way, Your Majesty, I also learned a saying 'I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, I only live in this mountain', ah , and one more..."

"Who wants to listen to your class!" Usman frowned and said displeasedly, "Only Yan doesn't dislike your long-windedness."

"Your Majesty, you are not jealous of your servants, are you?" Feras was anxious, "The goddess can learn from you, and your servants don't like men!"

"Oh? Then what do you think of Yan Yan?" Usman stared at him and asked.

"The queen is smart, studious, and diligent. She is worthy of being the prince of Dayan's well-known corporal!" When Yan was mentioned, Feralas couldn't help his eyes twinkling, and he was full of praise, "Teaching Your Highness to study is really a thing It’s a matter of physical and mental pleasure, especially because he is very insightful and can draw inferences from one instance to other cases..."

"Three what?" Usman said coldly with murderous eyes, "Continue talking."

"Your Majesty, think twice before acting!" Feras knelt down and pulled Usman's sleeve, almost crying, "I really don't like men."

"As soon as Yan was mentioned, his face flushed, he smiled openly, and said he didn't like it?!"

"This, this queen is not an ordinary man. He is so outstanding, so naturally... no, no, no!" Feralas' description became darker and darker, "I mean...appreciation! My servant appreciates the queen, admires the queen, but absolutely nothing A trace of love!"

"Hmph, sooner or later I'll feed Shuangya with you!"

Frostfang was lying down and taking a nap under the shade of a tree, when she heard this, she immediately stood up, showing her bright white fangs.

"No, no, don't eat me!" Feras yelled at Shuangya dancing, and then continued to plead with Usman, saying that if he had any wrong thoughts about the queen, he would be swallowed by Shahe, and his bones were hard to find. In the end, Usman confiscated his salary for three months, and that was all.

"Alas..." Ilya was sitting by the tub, grabbing a brush with moderately hard and soft bristles to rub Yan's back.

Yan's back muscles are tight and well-proportioned, full of elasticity, like a battle-tested horse that is invincible. It is really a pleasure to take a bath for him.

"Why have you been sighing?" Yan was sitting naked in the tub, with his elbows resting on the side of the tub, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"I thought I could see something good, but it didn't turn out to be, and you would be 'ah' non-stop." Ilya said.

"What good thing? Why didn't I see it."

"It's just..." Ilya leaned into Yan's ear with a playful smile, "I thought you and Your Majesty would undress in the flowers..."

Before Yiliya finished speaking, he was frightened by Yan's sudden murderous aura, grabbed the scrub brush and fled behind the glass screen.

I thought Yan would jump up and beat him up, but I didn't expect him to cower and hide for a while, only to hear Yan sigh softly: "Alas..."

"Yan, why are you on it too?" Ilya poked his head out and asked.

"It's not the same..." Yan seemed to be answering Ilya and seemed to be talking to himself, "It's a little different."

"What's the difference?" Ilya was extremely curious, returned to the tub in small steps, and asked earnestly.

Yan raised his head and glanced at him, then shot out suddenly, grabbed Ilya's neck like an eagle catching a chicken, and pushed his head into the water.

"Gululu!" A series of big bubbles appeared on the water surface, Ilya patted Yan's hand vigorously, Yan Leng snorted and let go.

Ilya got out of the water, her face was flushed with heat, and she panted heavily, "Yan...cough cough...I can see your chicken..."

"So what if you see it!" Yan didn't care at all, and stared, "Your focus is wrong!"

"Where is it crooked?"

"I'm teaching you not to talk nonsense!" Yan reprimanded, "It's good for you, you still have to look around when you're submerged in water."

"It's not that I glanced randomly, I happened to see it, and Yan," Ilya wiped the water on his face, "Even if we are both men, you can't be so casual..."

"Only people with bad intentions feel embarrassed..." Yan suddenly shrank his mouth, and realized in surprise: Is it so different?

Just now, he has been thinking about one thing, that is, the kiss between him and Usman is very different from the kiss with Qing'er.

Of course, when Qing'er kissed him, he was only five or six years old, and he kissed his forehead and cheek.

He and Usman kissed mouth to mouth and even licked their tongues, so it's normal for this to be different, but Yan always felt something was wrong in his heart.

It was as if when he looked at Qing'er, he felt extremely comfortable, and wanted to stay by his side all the time to solve his problems.

But when he looked at Usman, his heart was very restless, and he wished to grab his arm and bite hard, so as to calm down his mood.

Yan can be sure that he likes these two feelings, but the former is like spring breeze and summer rain, while the latter is not far from going to the battlefield, and there will be thrilling fights from time to time.

So, it turns out that there are different types of "likes"?

"Yan? What are you thinking?" Ilya shook his hand in front of Yan, "Get up soon, the water is going to be cold."

"Yeah." Yan got up, took the sweat towel handed by Ilya to dry himself, and then got dressed.

Walking out of the bathroom is a resting place, covered with patterned cushions, several tea tables, complete sets of tin-carved tea sets and snacks.

When Yan first moved to Yuelang Palace, he made three agreements with Usman: [-]. They did not live in the same bedroom.[-]. If it is not necessary, there will be no double-in pairs.[-]. Non-interference in what each other wants to do.

Usman agreed, and assigned him the fifth floor of Yuelang Palace. This floor has three bathrooms, four gardens, two covered bridges, and 23 rooms.

Yan still remembered that the first time he came to this floor, he was accompanied by Firas and Yalta, followed by a lot of court ladies and eunuchs.

that day...

They walked in the straight long corridor covered with snow-white floor tiles, passing through one room after another with closed doors, Yan couldn't help asking: "Which one do I live in?"

"Queen," Feralas said respectfully, "from the moment we come up, it's your room."

"What?" Yan stared, "But they are all closed."

"Oh!" Feralas understood, and ordered Yalta to open one of the carved gates.After the door was pushed open, Yan saw something shiny, it turned out to be a golden horse!The size of a real horse, the saddle is leather, inlaid with red, blue, and green gemstones, and they are all the size of pigeon eggs.

Beside the golden horse are some gold-inlaid utensils, including armchairs, flower pots, water jugs, bronze mirrors and so on.

"These are the dowry gifts your majesty gave you, and you will have a look at them one by one on the day of the wedding ceremony. Oh, by the way, your majesty has already sent someone to deliver the dowry gifts to the royal family of Dayan. Holding a thick notebook, Feralas flipped through it and said, "As for this golden horse, it was a birthday gift from the chief of the Mingyue Tribe to Jun Shang three years ago. Your Majesty is also borrowing flowers to present Buddha and passing it on to you."

"Wait a minute, Feralas." Yan suddenly felt a headache, and had to raise his hand to knead the center of his brows and said, "Don't tell me, those locked rooms are full of these glittering things..."

"Queen, you are really smart!" Feralas laughed, "In the twelve rooms you have passed, there are indeed dowry gifts, most of which are gold and silver vessels, jewelry, clothes, and some rare handwritten books and rubbings. .By the way, there are also a lot of swallow-shaped clothes, crowns, and jewelry, as well as piano, chess, calligraphy, brushes, ink and inkstones. You can ask Yalta or Ilya to get anything you want."

"And if you feel that you are short of something, you can ask Yalta, and he will prepare everything for you."

"I..." Yan put down his hand and asked, "Did I evacuate Usman's treasury?"

This kind of extravagance and extravagance is simply unimaginable to Yan!

"The national treasury?" Feralas smiled. "How is it possible? These are at most some private collections of your majesty, but what your majesty gives you must be the best."

Yan blinked his eyes, hesitated to speak, "Isn't this Xiliang..."

"Desolate and barren?" Feralas squinted his eyes and smiled. "If he hadn't hidden his strength and kept a secret, how could he have avoided so many multinational wars... But Xiliang's wealth is also like walking on thin ice."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You also know that the climate in Xiliang is abnormal. It is spring in the morning, summer at noon, and autumn in the evening. At this night, it will directly enter winter and the breath will turn into ice." Feras said, "Four changes in a day are not conducive to crops. Fortunately, there are stone lacquer and rare minerals, as well as excellent refining technology, so that wealth can be accumulated, but the population is still relatively small because of the shortage of food and water. Moreover, Xiliang is too large, and it is difficult for the emperor alone Control can only be ruled by dividing the main city, the attached city and the tribes, if there are any mistakes, Xiliang will be in chaos and become a mess."

"Yeah." Yan nodded. What Feralas said made sense. The vast land and sparsely populated areas combined with bad weather made it hard to manage. Usman looked idle, but he was actually very busy.

More than once, he found that Usman was busy until late and stayed up late.

Of course, Yan wouldn't tell Usman, because he couldn't sleep at night, he wandered outside Usman's bedroom and watched him bent over his desk and busy with official documents... Once, Shuangya fell asleep with his arms stretched out, snoring loudly.

Usman looked up at Shuangfang several times, trying to wake it up, but he gave up and continued to critique with his head down.Yan picked up a small stone by the window, and lightly bounced it on Shuangfang's tail.

It got up and turned around in place, thinking that a bug had bitten its tail.

Yan almost laughed out loud, Shuangfang stopped snoring, but crawled at Usman's feet, obediently acting as a guard.

"...but the real crisis comes from outside." Feralas said, Yan came back to his senses and asked, "External?"

"The queen should have been to the underground ancient city 'Linze', right?"

"Well, unforgettable." Yan Yi said with a smile.

"In Xiliang, there are many ancient cities that were so advanced but disappeared overnight." Feras said, "Because of the dust storm."

"Is the sandstorm really that severe?" Yan also passed through one or two sandstorms while walking in the Gobi Desert. It was true that the sand and gravel were flying, the sky was dark, and the vision was limited.But it would be an exaggeration to say that it wiped out an ancient city.

"The only thing that can destroy a city overnight is a fiery red sandstorm, which the Priest Tower calls 'the fire of red flames'." The smile on Feralas's face suddenly disappeared, "The sky and the earth are burning, whether it is people or livestock. Disappeared in the towering red wall, unable to breathe or walk, only to wait for death to come."

"And when the 'flame of red flame' disappeared, there was only a piece of fiery red land left on the vast land. Not to mention the remains of people and livestock, even the city could not be found... Everything, including the history of this city, was lost. completely buried."

"The red land..." It was the first time Yan heard that there was a red sandstorm, and it was still so powerful that it could destroy the world.

"Yes, because of its existence, any wealth in Xiliang is like walking on thin ice." Feralas said, "Thousands of years of accumulation can be overturned overnight, so there is no time to pay attention to other countries, it is better to go to Tibet Tuck your strength in case you need it."

Yan fell into deep thought, he knew too little about Xiliang, even if he listened to Feralas introducing Xiliang every day, he never knew there was such a crisis.

"Then when will this red dust storm come?"

"It's hard to say. It is said that the last time was 700 years ago, and the rest can only be calculated by the priest's tower." Feralas said, "However, the priest's tower has not given any accurate information so far. letter."

"One thousand and seven hundred years..." Yan let go of his high hanging heart when he heard this.In the history of the Great Yan Kingdom, there was a major earthquake that occurred only once in thousands of years. It can be said that the whole city was destroyed overnight, causing heavy casualties.This is a very terrible disaster, but it does not happen every day.

But Yan still asked: "If it really happened, what should we do?"

"We can only resign ourselves to fate." Feralas said and shrugged.

Yan thought that he would not resign himself to fate, if he could save one, he would take Usman and others to leave Xiliang to live in Dayan. If Usman refused to leave, he would knock him out and carry him away.

Then he was amused by his own thought, because before coming to Xiliang, he never thought of taking a "husband" back, and that was Usman, whom he hated the most.

This world is really impermanent.