By decree and pro

After sending Yan back to the bedroom, Jinayali bowed out and left.

And Yan was spinning like a spinning top in the bedroom, Ilya felt dizzy seeing it, and said: "Yan, please do as you please, sit down, you're making me panic."

"Nonsense, do you think you're the only one flustered?" Yan said angrily, "Why did I tell you to coax Usman...Look at you, even the Wuwei Ying was alarmed."

"Yan, you put it lightly. Apart from you, who else in the world can coax you?" Ilya was extremely wronged, "He asked where you were as soon as he came back, and I said I went for a walk. Your Majesty asked It's getting dark where to go for a walk, and then I'm going to find you... I, I can't make up a circle, right?"

"You're so stupid, you won't say you don't know."

"Hey, Yan, you are so stupid. If I say I don't know, my lord will cut off my head!" Ilya complained, "I'm your personal servant. I don't follow you. I don't even know your whereabouts. Aren't you courting death?"

"Uh..." Yan didn't think of this, he didn't regard Ilya as a servant at all, so he didn't think so much.

"Yan, Your Majesty will be back in a while, you have to help me carry around." Ilya begged, "I want to live for two more years."

"Look at your future, what's there to be afraid of? It's just a trip to the priest's tower..." Yan frowned, and was about to educate Ilya when Usman came back.

When he entered the door, his face was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, especially when he heard what Yan said, his anger was even more violent, and the white waves smashed into the sky!

Elijah dodged aside before the hurricane hit him, turned around and left after a salute.Of course, he did not forget to close the door.

This operation was so smooth that Yan was speechless.

Ilya was so dishonest that he locked him up with Usman who was running away in order to escape...

Yan, who just said "what's there to be afraid of", now has a tight throat, and can't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.He had never seen Usman so angry.No, not just angry, but also extremely violent, the kind of anger that will wipe out something in the next moment is indeed a bit scary.

"Yan..." Usman walked towards Yan without a smile on his face!

Although it feels shameful to be called "Yanyan", but once called back to "Yan" in a serious manner, Yan's feeling is even worse.

"What, what are you doing?" Yan stepped back subconsciously.There is a wall behind him, and there is no way to retreat. I can't help but laugh at myself for such a big bedroom, why did I choose such a bad path, not only the wall, but also the corner!

Usman came in front of Yan, his eyes were greener than usual, deep green with a faint light.

"Wu, Usman, why are you so close." Yan was forced to look up at him, put one hand on the broad chest that was so close, and pushed it away, "I didn't provoke you, did I?"

Even if Usman has a feud with Priest Tower, it is a matter between them, not his business.Yan wants to get rid of this right now.

Because Usman looking down at him like this is terrible... like a beast that can't make sense.

"Yan." Usman raised his hand to gently touch Yan's reddish cheeks, rubbing, "What did they do to you?"

"What did you do?" Yan was a little puzzled when asked, "What can you do, isn't it just to talk about the ancient scroll..."

"The ancient scroll?"

"Yes, it's the one we dug out from the ancient tomb...you showed me today...they said there were some secrets in it," Yan tried hard to explain, "I only know half of what I heard, anyway, it's just for talking That's all."

"Yan," Usman lowered his silver eyelashes, then put his arms around Yan's waist and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry..."

"Eh?"

"I know you have always wanted to go to the priest's tower." Usman buried his head in Yan's neck, muffled, "but they... I don't like it, so I never let you go. If I agree earlier, you can still go." Going with you will not let you be alone in danger."

"Usman..." Yan suddenly realized that Usman was not angry, but scared. From the strength of his hugging himself, he knew that he was afraid of something happening to him.When Ke Yan was in the priest's tower, he didn't feel anything particularly terrible there.

Do you even think that Usman misunderstood the Priest Tower?But Usman's reaction made Yan feel distressed. No matter whether there was a misunderstanding or old grudge, Yan felt that it was wrong for him to go to the priest's tower without telling Usman.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, and I won't go to the priest's tower alone again." Yan said softly, raising his hand to hug Usman's shoulder.

"Yan...I'm sorry..." Usman muttered, kissing Yan's lips affectionately.

Yan wants to say don’t apologize to me again... It’s not your fault that you can’t go to the priest’s tower at will. This pot is carried by the priest’s tower, but Usman made him unable to open his mouth, and his lips and tongue have long since fallen into his enthusiasm .

"Hmm..." Usman's hand moved down and pulled away the brocade belt from Yan's body.Yan is wearing Xiliang robes today, Xiliang clothes are not like Dayan's three inner layers and outer outer layers, they are all inner garments with a thick coat.Dressed cooler in the heat of the day, those maids wore tube tops and long skirts, their arms were bare, and only a layer of tulle was hung.

There are even fewer words for men. One is embroidered with Xiliang impatiens and adorned with jewels. There are no obscene clothes or trousers inside, only cool loincloths. When hem, you can directly touch Yan's slender thighs.

Usman's lips were hot, but his fingers were cold.After all, he just came back from the cold night, Yan's thigh couldn't help trembling slightly, and he let out a groan, Usman's hands became more and more unruly, lifting Yan's right leg.

Yan was pressed against the wall, and his head, which was not so clear after being kissed, suddenly felt something, and his heart throbbed!

"Uss...!" Yan grabbed Usman's shoulders tightly, even clutching his silver hair between his fingers, and the panting that was too late was snatched away by Usman's lips and tongue...

So that's what he meant by "I'm sorry"... Yan's cheeks were flushed red, he was like a small boat trapped in the turbulence, being violently beaten, trembling from head to toe, almost unable to hold back... shaking Endlessly, he was finally swallowed by the swift and violent torrent, completely integrated into one body.

"Ah."

Yan was woken up by the itching of the tip of his nose. When he opened his eyes, he found that the room was full of dazzling sunlight, and it was noon again... He looked down helplessly, and the gorgeous silver like silk was Usman's. hair.

He hugged Usman's head again and fell asleep...fortunately, he didn't strangle him to death.

No, he should be smothered to death!Yan frowned and thought.

Yan let go of his arms, leaned against the pillow and looked at Usman's beautiful sleeping face. He looked like a male cat who had been wandering outside all night and finally came back to sleep contentedly.

"What a bastard who doesn't know how to measure..." Yan always wanted to ignore the dull pain that he could faintly feel even when he was asleep.

Even worse than last time.

At least my knee didn't hurt last time, but this time it's because most of the night I knelt on the carpet in the living room...

Yan's face began to turn blue, and as his consciousness became clearer, the embarrassing things he did last night came to the fore one by one.

Yan didn't even dare to think about it, he just glanced back at it, and his face turned red like Guan Gong.

"It's so lewd and immoral!" Yan raised his hand and wanted to slap Usman's forehead, but he didn't want to do it with gestures. We should wait for Usman to wake up and then deal with him.

Yan secretly bit his lip, and slowly moved out of the bed, his carelessness was like walking on the edge of a cliff, if he didn't pay attention, he would fall to pieces.

Yan sat on the edge of the bed, stepped on the ground with his feet and felt it, it seemed to be okay, he didn't feel dizzy or weak, everything was still under his control.

When Yan lowered his head, he saw traces of Usman's presumptuousness on his chest, abdomen, and even the inner thighs. Now, Ilya can't let Ilya wait for the bath, so he can only come by himself.

But... I don't want to move, and I can't get rid of that deep sense of lethargy.

"Stop dawdling." Yan said to himself, and simply stood up, "Hey~!"

His knees, which were still feeling strong just now, suddenly went limp, and Yan threw himself forward, knelt down on the carpet with a thump, and fell flat on his stomach!

"What sound?" Usman woke up, rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Yanyan?"

Yan blushed and turned over, but for a moment he had no strength to get up from the ground. Usman's upper body was naked, and Yan saw red marks of different lengths like a cat's scratch on his chest and arms.

Yancai wondered what was going on, and immediately realized that he had grabbed it, his face turned red up to the neck, and comparing it, it seemed that Usman's body was worse.

"Why did you fall?" Usman got up quickly and got out of bed to help Yan.

Yan could only stand up with his support.

"Yanyan, didn't you fall somewhere?" Usman looked very nervous, Yan wanted to pretend to be calm, but suddenly felt a little wet at the base of his thighs, it was Usman's... This feeling was so weird that Yan's pupils Tightening, the whole person trembled with shame.

"Ah?" Usman saw it naturally, and said with a smile, "Are you going to take a bath? I'll just carry you and give you a full-body massage."

"Usman—go to hell!" Yan's suppressed embarrassment finally broke out, and Usman's shameless words were the last straw that crushed him, no, it was the last brick, and he fell with a slap On Yan's face, his "face" was completely smashed, shame overflowing, and embarrassment beyond words!

Usman received a punch on the left cheek, but Yan didn't have much strength at all, so his face was fine, just a little red.

"Yanyan, it's my fault...don't be angry." Usman said while carrying the limp Yan to the bathing pool. The bath took a long time to finish.

In the early morning of the next day, Ilya couldn't understand it even more. It was obviously the king who was angry, but it was the king who was punished.

When he was summoned and cautiously returned to Yan's side to serve him, he realized that the king had been driven away by Yan and they were going to sleep separately again.

"How did this happen?" Ilya was extremely curious.

"You have no conscience, I won't tell you." Yan sat on the sofa with a soft felt cushion under his buttocks.

"Why do I have no conscience? Think about it. I'm a quick talker. If I say something wrong next to me, wouldn't that add fuel to the flames?" Ilya said with a smile, and rubbed Yan's shoulders and back, very courteously.

"You know you're not sure what to say, how can I tell you?" Yan raised his eyebrows and said angrily.

"Yan~~, don't be so ruthless," Ilya was teased by Yan, "My appetite has been whetted by you, and I just want to know Your Majesty..."

"What's wrong with the king?" As expected, Usman came and brought Feralas with him.

"Why is your majesty so good that we can make our queen love you with all your heart?" Ilya's ability to talk to people and talk nonsense has been improved to a higher level.

Usman smiled slightly, hugged his arms with a "hum", and Ilya was relieved.

"Yanyan," Usman sat beside Yan flatteringly, "I brought the ancient scroll."

Before being kicked out, Yanyou asked Usman to bring the ancient scroll, because it involved King Wuque after all, Yan still wanted to explore the mystery, and it was also related to the history of Xiliang, Yan felt that if he could find out One result, that is, kill two birds with one stone.

What's more, Yan always felt that the old priest was hiding his words, saying that he was asking him for help, more like luring him to do this.

No matter what the purpose of the old priest is, Yan is not afraid of him setting up a trap. At worst, soldiers will come to cover him with water and earth, and he is afraid that an old man will fail.

"Be careful, it's about to break." Feralas helped repair the ancient scroll. "Since it saw the light that day, it has become more and more fragile."

"After all, it's an antique." Yan watched as Usman carefully took out the scroll from the box, and then spread it flat on a fragrant wood coffee table in front of the couch.

Ilya went to serve tea and refreshments to the King.

The three of them sat around the coffee table, just staring at the ancient scroll that was as thin as a cicada's wing and with dim writing, how could they figure out the clues?

No matter how you look at it, it's just a relatively delicate piece of paper, if there is any concealment, it will be pierced at a glance.

"Have you ever tried roasting with fire?" Yan asked Usman, looking up.

"I've tried it, candles, aromatherapy, juice, and an iron." Usman frowned. "Except for almost falling apart, nothing else happened."

"No wonder it is like this..." Yan sighed, "The words on it are almost gone."

"Yes, but haven't you ever drawn it?" Usman said, "So don't worry too much about it."

"Reprints are always just reprints, there is no better original." Yan propped his chin, staring at the ancient scroll.

"Is there no advice from the Priest Tower?" Feralas asked.

"If they know how to decipher it, do we still need the three of us to get together?" Yan frowned, "What about this crystal axis? Have you taken it apart and looked at it?"

"I've seen it, and there's nothing unusual." Usman said, "Feras and I disassembled it together. I didn't even dare to breathe for fear of breaking it."

"Your ancestors and my ancestors left a big problem." Yan sighed.I thought I could find something immediately when I saw the ancient scroll again, but except that it was not as bright as before and it was broken in several places, I really couldn't see anything wrong.

"Yan, let's eat some fruit." Ilya held a large platter with dates, shixiang fruit, etc., and then he used a silver skewer to fork a piece of peeled shixiang fruit for Yan to eat.

Yan reached out to catch his eyes but didn't look at them, the slippery Shixiangguo was knocked flying by his fingertips, and the sharp end of the silver stick pierced Yan's index fingertips impartially.

"Tsk!" Yan withdrew his hand, and a drop of blood landed on the ancient scroll.

"Oops!" Elijah was taken aback.

Usman felt sorry for Yan's finger, and was about to grab Yan's finger and lick off the blood. Feralas pressed the ancient scroll and shouted in surprise: "There is a picture!"

"What?" Yan lowered his head, Usman also lowered his head, and even Ilya looked over tremblingly.

On the scroll, a triangle floated out where the blood dripped, which was clearly visible.

"This, is it stained with human blood to tell?" Yan blinked twice, and wanted to squeeze out another drop of blood, but the wound was too small, and it had already congealed.

Yan glanced at Usman next to him, directly grabbed his hand, and took the silver pick in the fruit plate and poked it decisively. Usman's index finger immediately gushed out bead-sized blood beads, which fell on the scroll superior.The paper was very absorbent, and it quickly smudged away, revealing a pattern similar to the Big Dipper in the depths of the paper.

"Are these seven cities? Or an ancient tomb?" Yan pinched Usman's finger and asked Feralas.

"Uh..." Feralas gave Usman a sympathetic look, and then said, "Queen, I have to go back and check some maps to find out."