Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

Guan Junchen looked down at Yan Chunxi who was kneeling under the bed. At that moment, besides the burning anger, a trace of confusion gradually appeared in his mind.

This is a 17-year-old boy, so young and so simple, Guan Junchen felt that he should be able to see through him at a glance——

Yan Chunxi likes sweets, and because he was once the young son of a wealthy family, he is also a bit pampered, afraid of suffering and pain.

So he sent someone to prepare Gusu's dishes for him, and even gave him rich clothes and fine food, even when he was cold, he would not be short of the same, and he was wronged by King Pingnan, so he also promised to let him be the owner of Heyuan Eldest son, in all of these, he has consciously achieved the ultimate in his life.

But the young man who was originally as gentle as a spring day turned into the dilapidated appearance in front of him. The injuries on his body can be healed, but the look in those almond eyes is no longer as gentle and bright, even if he is saying "" When he used the word "death", he was almost indifferent.

Guan Junchen really didn't understand how the sweet-scented osmanthus candy turned bitter at the base of his tongue after he swallowed it.

"Say it."

A deep look flashed across Guan Junchen Danfeng's eyes, he picked up the thin shirt on the ground and put it on his body, then sat up.

"Thank you, Lord."

The young man who had knocked his head on the ground straightened up. He knelt on the cold ground, with a faint smile on his face, and said softly: "My lord has been with me for a long time, but I have never listened carefully to what I said. Words. Actually, I've wanted to tell you a long time ago. It's just... there's never a chance. "

"My lord probably doesn't remember. In fact, you have hugged me 28 times. I remember each time in my heart. A few days ago, when you didn't come to see me, when I was alone, I slowly recalled it. I only wanted to do it once a day. Son, I'm afraid if you think too much, those 28 times won't be enough..."

He spoke slowly like this, his expression was sour but with a trace of nostalgia, as he spoke, the circles of his eyes turned slightly red: "I thought of the day No. 14, the prince finally agreed to see me .I was so happy to death, but I never thought that you just wanted to send me to King Pingnan's couch."

"I blame you, but this grievance, how can it be as good as my love for you. Prince, you may think that I am young and ignorant, so you don't tell me anything, but I am not that ignorant On New Year's Eve, you said you were old. When you fell asleep that night, I hugged you tightly and looked at your eyebrows and eyes carefully. In fact, you are really old, even when you fell asleep, there are corners of your eyes There are a few wrinkles, and it looks so haggard. I stroked it with my fingers for a long time, but I couldn’t smooth it out... I was so uncomfortable. I couldn’t bear to see you being tortured like this at such an age. At that time, I only wished that I could I will accompany you for the rest of my life, so that you will never have such a sad time again."

When he said this, Guan Junchen's fingertips suddenly trembled slightly. How could he not tolerate such affection, but he couldn't restrain the anger of being spied on.

He was the last thing to do. He would rather Yan Chunxi regard him as a cold and ruthless Prince Ning than Yan Chunxi know that the high-spirited champion Hou had been worn down to such a state by the long and ruthless power.

He didn't want Yan Chunxi to see all of this, even in the matter of King Pingnan, he knew that Yan Chunxi was wronged, and he didn't want to explain even a few words afterwards.

But this young man is so clear and intelligent, under the gaze of those bright almond eyes, he is so invisible.

In such a complicated and tangled state of mind, Guan Junchen heard the young man continue slowly.

"The people from Wuyi Lane came that day. I actually knew that you had difficulties. I blamed you, but I didn't hate you, and I didn't even lose any love for you. Biting my tongue and hitting the board. If you can eat it, you say you have wronged me, but if it is for you, I am willing to suffer even ten times."

"What makes me really uncomfortable is that even though I have done this, you still regard me as a thing, a plaything, and even tell me again that I am just a dog in the palace."

Hearing this, Guan Junchen finally couldn't help but bowed his body and said, "I just said that you are not a dog."

"It doesn't make any difference whether it's a dog or Mr. Heyuan, isn't it? In front of your noble status, I'm just a lowly sin slave, but brother Cheng—"

He finally called out the voice called Guan Junchen's soul, "Brother Cheng". The kneeling young man held his head up, his almond eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling and stubborn look, and he asked each word: "Is anyone in the world willing?" It can be said that I am humble, but you shouldn't be like this. Because the only noble thing in me has been entrusted to you—you say, is my love for you also humble? "

Guan Junchen was stunned for a moment.

He was sitting, and the young man in front of him was kneeling, and he was obviously looking down at him from such a high position.But at that moment, he suddenly felt that he was very weak.

He couldn't answer at all.

Guan Junchen held his forehead weakly with his hands, and after a long silence, he finally said in a low voice, "Xi'er, what exactly do you want?"

Yan Chunxi suddenly rubbed his knees forward for a certain distance, he was almost desperate to hold the corner of Guan Junchen's robe, his almond eyes looked at Guan Junchen without hesitation, a layer of bright waves appeared because of excitement, and his voice trembled Authentic: "I told the prince when I was five years old that I wanted to marry him. Although it was a joke when I was young, I still don't want to forget it."

"As far as I am in love, I want a positive result. The prince has wronged me, and he must admit it to me. I don't want to be the twelve sons, and I don't want to be the eldest son-if the prince has feelings for me, he will only love me. I am alone. Year after month, always like this.”

Guan Junchen had never heard of these words.

How shocking, how audacious.

He couldn't believe his ears.

At that moment, there was another "boom" of thunder outside the house, like a heavy blow on Guan Junchen's heart.

"You want me to admit my mistake to you, and you want me to dismiss He Yuan?"

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky like a thunderbolt, instantly illuminating Guan Junchen's face.

His skin was as white as snow, and his phoenix eyes were black, but his expression at this moment was serious: "What if I don't agree?"

Yan Chunxi looked up at Guan Junchen, who suddenly fell into an unusual silence.

The young boy's originally excited expression calmed down slowly, and in the end he didn't even look happy or sad. He pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a miserable smile, and the pear dimples bloomed shallowly, but there was no trace of it. angry.

"My lord won't allow it—let me out of the house."

When he said this, a crystal clear teardrop slipped from his right eye, slowly, slowly to the corner of his mouth, and was filled with sadness by the little dimple.

He only shed one tear.

It was as if blood beads were squeezed out from a wound that was about to heal, it was almost suffocating sadness and despair.

He let go of Guan Junchen's sleeve, knelt up straight as if nothing had happened, and said flatly as if he was relieved: "Just let me be a sinful slave."

Guan Junchen's Danfeng eyes narrowed all of a sudden, and his upper body leaned forward. Although his face remained motionless, there was already a repressed and dangerous look in his eyes: "You threatened me? Do you know what you just wanted?"

Yan Chunxi wanted him to admit his mistakes, and asked him to get rid of Heyuan. From then on, he only loved one person.

Guan Junchen had never heard anything more ridiculous than this in his entire life.

During the Linqing period, he was the prince, and during the Chengde period, he was one of the four princes of "Gongjing and Suning". Even though he is in a difficult situation now, the grace and dignity of this life is far beyond what people can imagine.

He had no choice but to be masculine, and since he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he has been doting on beautiful boys, and he has never kept any older one by his side for more than 20 years. It is conceivable how many times the person next to his pillow has changed.Now that he is over thirty, he is already past the age of obsessive love, but at this time, there is a little Mr. Heyuan who dares to ask him to love only one person.

There are more bizarre things in the world than this.

He was born in an emperor's family, he was used to seeing the three palaces and six courtyards in the imperial palace, and the sensual dogs and horses in the prince's mansion.

A person in his position should be like this, if not, he doesn't even know how to deal with himself.

So how could he agree to Yan Chunxi.

Why should he agree?

The more Guan Junchen thought about it, the more absurd he became, and his tone became harsher. Before Yan Chunxi could reply, he said solemnly: "The laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty are clear, and sinful slaves are unpopular people without a country. Without your shelter, you are threatening me with your life, do you understand?"

"If the prince refuses, I have no intention of living in this Prince Ning's mansion."

Yan Chunxi's face was as calm as water. He raised his head, and at that moment, there seemed to be nothing in his eyes. He closed his eyes, as if waiting for the fate to come, and said softly: "In my life , although I have suffered a little bit, but after all, there are mostly good times. There is a time in the world, and there is a time for love. I, I think there is nothing to regret..."

Guan Junchen's back tensed all of a sudden, and he sensed a certain determination from Yan Chunxi's expression, which definitely made him uneasy like never before.

Both he and Yan Chunxi knew that if he left the mansion as a criminal slave, Yan Chunxi would enter the prostitution hall, and then he would not only die, but also die a miserable death.He originally thought that the young man was just impulsive and never dared to really leave the house, but at this moment he suddenly realized that Yan Chunxi was not angry with him, nor was he threatening him, but was really determined to leave.

On this sweltering summer night, Guan Junchen suddenly felt a chill hit his chest, and even his palms were sweating at that moment.

He looked down at the boy kneeling at his feet, and couldn't help thinking about all the sweetness this boy had given him, the wanton pleasure on the bed, and the shocking emotion that those words just now brought to him.

He couldn't restrain himself from imagining the scene where this boy would be filthy and naked in a messy bamboo mat at dusk one day, and then he would be carelessly thrown out of a dirty alley.

Guan Junchen heard his heart beating almost in panic, he had never felt like this before.

This bizarre emotion was too strange to him, so strange that he didn't want to think about it, but he was already furious at that moment.

Guan Junchen stood up abruptly: "Do you think it's up to you to decide whether or not to leave the mansion? Has the king allowed you to leave the mansion?"

The fierce sword pattern between his brows appeared. Although he was already extremely angry, his face became calmer, and he even revealed a faint smile, and said word by word: "You know, you even Mr. Heyuan is considered a complete waste, Huan Xiao wants to be my one-hearted person, I just want to teach you slowly, since you are so ignorant, I really don’t need to spoil you like this. You still have a temper , don’t you see me fucking someone else? Get up for me, and I’ll tell you to see what kind of person I like.”

Without waiting for a response, he directly pulled up Yan Chunxi who was kneeling on the ground, then picked up the previous white shirt from the ground and put it on the young man casually, and then roughly dragged Yan Chunxi towards the Fifth Court with big strides. The rainstorm stopped suddenly, but some raindrops still fell on the two of them, but Guan Junchen didn't seem to notice it.

Yan Chunxi didn't know what Guan Junchen meant, but he could vaguely detect something that made him resist from Guan Junchen's words, but at this time, he couldn't resist, so he could only stumble and follow Guan Junchen.

Arriving at the Fifth Courtyard, Nan Yu, who was serving Cheng Yixuan, was overjoyed to see Guan Junchen, who never came, but was scared away by Guan Junchen's simple "scroll".

Guan Junchen broke into the room suddenly, and Cheng Yixuan, who had just taken a shower and was about to fall asleep, rushed up to greet him. His long hair was still a little damp, and he was only wearing a thin white shirt. Seeing Guan Junchen and Yan Chunxi who was being dragged behind him, he looked handsome There was a trace of surprise and bewilderment on his face.

"You just kneel here—" Guan Junchen pulled back the screen in the inner room and let Yan Chunxi kneel outside. There seemed to be a layer of frost and snow between his brows, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. , turned his back to Yan Chunxi and dropped a few words: "Listen to me and study hard."

Guan Junchen grabbed Cheng Yixuan's wrist, picked up the boy and threw him on the bed roughly.

He was so powerful at this moment that Cheng Yixuan's wrist was red with just this one blow.

This battle had already scared Cheng Yixuan so that his face turned pale and his body trembled, but he still showed a timid smile instinctively, and said in a low voice: "My lord, is Xuan'er waiting for you to undress?"

Guan Junchen ignored him, tore off the thin shirt on Cheng Yixuan's body, and raised the boy's two slender legs on both sides, without even a little foreplay, directly grasped the thick and fiery avatar and inserted it fiercely. go in.

Yan Chunxi knelt outside the screen, and after a while, he heard Cheng Yixuan's sharp scream.

Guan Junchen asked coldly: "You don't like me fucking you like this?"

"Xuan'er...Xuan'er likes it." The boy inside cried and moaned; "As long as he can serve the prince comfortably, Xuan'er is happy..."

Yan Chunxi's complexion was instantly pale. He knelt there, staring at the screen blankly, his whole body was as stiff as the stone lion in front of Prince Ning's mansion.

……

Before Cheng Yixuan entered the mansion, he was trained by the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Although he hadn't really experienced anything, he was different from Yan Chunxi in that he knew how to serve people.

This is not only about making Guan Junchen comfortable and refreshed, but also about how to keep himself from getting hurt too much.

After entering the mansion, although Guan Junchen didn't have much tenderness for him, he was still quite fond of him after all. It's just that Cheng Huan was a little hurt in the first few times, but it wasn't hard to bear after that.

Therefore, he had never experienced this tonight, and he was terrified in his heart. Although he wanted to relax his body and let Guan Junchen enter, the tearing pain in his buttocks made him unable to do what he wanted, and even convulsively tightened his locks Tighten the back hole.

"My lord...it's too deep, Xuan'er...Xuan'er can't bear it..." Cheng Yixuan's face turned pale, he didn't dare to cry out the pain, he only dared to moan in a gentle and tender voice like in the past, hoping that the man on his body would give him He felt a little pity.

Guan Junchen was already extremely irritable, and coupled with the excitement he had held back for a long time before, half of it was suppressed abruptly by Yan Chunxi's affairs, and the evil fire in his heart was stoked again at this time, and it became even worse.

How could he not know of Cheng Yixuan's body resistance, but he didn't have the mind to pay attention to it, he straightened up and buried his lower body into Cheng Yixuan's tight hole, thrusting and thrusting wantonly.

He grabbed Cheng Yixuan's hair and lifted the young man's tear-soaked face: "Some time ago, my king favored Mr. Yan, so you don't come here anymore, are you unhappy?"

"Xuan'er dare not." Cheng Yixuan shook his head vigorously in fright.

"Why don't you dare?" Guan Junchen snorted coldly. Although he seemed to be speaking to Cheng Yixuan, every sentence was actually addressed to Yan Chunxi who was kneeling outside.

"Xuan'er... ah," Cheng Yixuan was nearly fainted by Guan Junchen's sudden thrust, he grasped the brocade quilt tightly with his ten fingers, and cried, "My lord has a noble status, and it is Xuan'er's good fortune to serve you once in a while." Yes, Xuan'er dare not, Xuan'er dare not be unhappy... I beg the lord to spare Xuan'er, Xuan'er really dare not."

Cheng Yixuan is not stupid, he naturally knows that his suffering must be due to the dispute between Yan Chunxi and Guan Junchen.

But even if the noble prince on his body was angry with Yan Chunxi, he still remembered to close the screen, and still left the last trace of tenderness for the young man kneeling outside.

But what kind of thing is he, even being wronged is a bit hypocritical, he begs for mercy to live, and cries to live, how could he have the guts to be unhappy like the one outside.

Guan Junchen didn't say a word, but he was satisfied with Cheng Yixuan's response.

He turned the body of the young man under him violently, held down the narrow waist, and penetrated hard several times. These few times, he thrust so hard that Cheng Yixuan couldn't even pretend to be so sweet anymore. Moaned, and the last few screams were terrible, until Guan Junchen pulled it out, he was still kneeling there trembling.

Guan Junchen didn't look at Cheng Yixuan again, he didn't even take off his clothes just now, and now he stepped outside the screen as soon as the robe was closed, looked down at Yan Chunxi who was still kneeling, and asked indifferently: "Have you learned it?"

Yan Chunxi knelt straight on the ground. He stared blankly at the screen in front of him. Right now, he was kneeling like this, listening to Guan Junchen torture and fuck other teenagers through a thin screen.

He didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he didn't think about anything, he just seemed to be dead.

After a long, long time, Yan Chunxi finally said softly: "I can't learn what my lord wants me to learn."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by Guan Junchen so that he fell half a meter and lay on the ground.

Guan Junchen was already extremely hostile at this time, seeing that the corner of the boy's mouth had been beaten to the point of blood, he said indifferently: "Kneel back, and say it again."

Yan Chunxi knelt back silently, this time he raised his head and stared at Guan Junchen.

This slap didn't frighten him. In those dark almond eyes, a flame-like stubbornness seemed to ignite. .Since I am ignorant, the prince can beat me or kill me, so why wouldn't he send me out of the mansion and let me fend for myself?"

The uneasiness and panic in Guan Junchen's heart was once again pierced by this young man. He only felt that Yan Chunxi, who was kneeling on the ground and dared to provoke him at this time, was extremely annoying. : "I won't ask you to leave the house because I don't believe in this evil. Since you don't know how to flatter, let's see who is submissive in the end."

"My lord, do you know what I'm thinking?"

Yan Chunxi did not flinch in the slightest, and stared at Guan Junchen almost with a gaze: "Twelve years ago, you were a champion, and I was just the son of a businessman. Am I not humble in front of you? My parents called me Strictly abide by etiquette, don't bother you, but you were willing to kneel down for me back then, let me look at your face carefully. Although you were squatting at that time, in my heart, you were as high as the cold moon in the sky. Now, although I kneel Standing, you stand, but I will never look up to you as I did 12 years ago——I know today that you are no longer a champion, and I have been wrong all along."

"My lord, I will be soft on the champion, but to you, Prince Ning—" Yan Chunxi pulled the corner of his broken mouth, and even sneered ironically: "You might as well give it a try."

Guan Junchen clenched his palms under the sleeves of his robe into fists, and the pain at that moment almost made him wish he could tear the little boy in front of him to pieces.

He has ten thousand ways to make Yan Chunxi's life worse than death. He can send someone to the Jinling Prison to transfer the instruments of torture that are not in the palace. If Jinling does not have them, he will go to Chang'an for transfer, go to Wuyi Lane for transfer, and nine-section whip him now. It's too mild.

"Come on!" Guan Junchen shouted angrily.

Wang Jinzhi had heard that Guan Junchen had dragged Yan Chunxi to the Fifth Court before, so he knew something was wrong, and he was very worried about Cheng Yixuan.

Therefore, he had already rushed to the outside of the courtyard early, and when he heard Guan Junchen's shout, he rushed in immediately.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Guan Junchen's expression, then looked at Yan Chunxi who was kneeling on the ground, immediately became nervous, and said in a low voice: "My lord, what... do you have to order?"

"Give him to me—"

Guan Junchen pointed at Yan Chunxi, paused for a long time, then suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Yan Chunxi was slapped so hard by him before, it must have been the wound on his back when he fell on the floor tiles, but now when he knelt down again, he could see blood stains on the thin white shirt .

He shouldn't have seen this scene again.

When Guan Junchen opened his eyes again, he turned his back and walked out the door, never looking at Yan Chunxi who was on the ground again: "From now on, Yan Chunxi is no longer the son of the Twelfth Court, drag him to the right place." Kneeling at the gate of the hall, he is not allowed to eat, only allowed to drink water, if he faints, he will be splashed with ice water to wake him up. He will not admit his mistake for a day, and he will not be allowed to eat for a day."

"The Twelfth Courtyard of Crane Garden, for Shuanglin."

Guan Junchen turned his back to Yan Chunxi and Wang Jinzhi, and when he lifted the hem of his robe and walked out of the fifth courtyard, a trace of unprecedented fatigue suddenly flashed in his dark Danfeng eyes, and he ordered in a low voice: "Cheng Yixuan may have suffered a little injury today. Let me have a look. Give him the position of the eldest son of Heyuan as well."