Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

It was just dawn in Jinling when Guan Junchen got up.

It looked like he had slept very poorly, his eyes were slightly blue, and his complexion was more gloomy than before.

Jin Shu has been away for several months. Although Guan Junchen asked Wang Jinzhi to send someone to investigate, there has been no news. He has always been quite concerned about this, but there are still many things to worry about, so he can only send someone first for the time being. stare.

Si Yue is a newly transferred attendant, far from the brocade book that Guan Junchen could use to his liking, the breakfast dishes were so confusedly arranged that he couldn't grasp his taste at all, a plate of bland pine mushrooms and asparagus was picked up for him several times, He was tired of eating.

The kitchen should be damned, even a soup dumpling is made so salty, it's really useless.

Guan Junchen wanted to get angry, but his head hurt again because he didn't sleep well. He held his forehead and somehow remembered that when he and Yan Chunxi had dinner together in Hanwenzhai earlier, Yan Chunxi secretly put away a few plates of vegetables. They were all piled up in front of him, and that gluttonous little thought couldn't be hidden at all, with the eel on the chopsticks, and he was arguing with him for braised duck with aggrieved face.

That was the last time Yan Chunxi acted like a baby to him.

The faint smile that had just floated on Guan Junchen's face suddenly disappeared again, he put down his chopsticks with a "snap", and said annoyedly, "Where is Wang Jin's man?"

"Wang, Manager Wang has been waiting outside for your orders." Si Yue said cautiously.

"Tell him to come in." Guan Junchen didn't eat at all, and waved his hand directly, asking Si Yue to remove all the dishes.

How could Wang Jinzhi not know that Guan Junchen must be in a bad mood, so there was no need for Guan Junchen to ask questions, as soon as he came in, he said directly: "Mr. Yan knelt for most of the night, and passed out in the morning."

Guan Junchen didn't speak for a while, and Wang Jinzhi continued: "I didn't pour cold water on it."

Guan Junchen raised his head, and a complex expression flashed across the dark Danfeng's eyes, with a vague sense of expectation, he asked, "Why, did he admit it wrong?"

Wang Jinzhi was a little embarrassed: "Mr. Yan did not admit his mistake."

"Since he didn't admit his mistake, why didn't he wake him up?" Guan Junchen immediately said angrily, "Wang Jinzhi, you didn't understand my king's order?"

"My lord, Mr. Yan—it's not a big deal to be hungry now, but after all, Mr. Yan has never practiced martial arts, and his body is weak, so he can't stand the toss. After kneeling for half a night, his knees became bruised and swollen. It hurts even more, let alone this, but if he had to kneel like this for a few days, he might have something wrong with his leg, you see..."

After all, Guan Junchen didn't lose his mind. He heard what Wang Jinzhi said, and he knew that the chief executive understood his meaning. No matter what, he absolutely didn't want to ruin Yan Chunxi's people.

He took a deep breath, barely suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "Then it's up to you, don't kneel for now - when he wakes up, you can ask him if he admits his mistake or not?"

Wang Jinzhi's face suddenly froze again. He hesitated for a moment, but still bowed and said softly: "My lord, Mr. Yan was already awake before I came. I asked him at that time, and he——he said he was not wrong. .”

Guan Junchen stood up abruptly, casually picked up the sapphire teacup on the table, and "slapped" it hard against the door, smashing it to pieces.

"Drag him out and put him on his knees—"

Guan Junchen was so angry that his nails dug into his palms with anger. His face was ashen, and he said each word: "He's weak? I thought he was soft-tempered, could act like a baby, and was also cute—fucking. You lied to me. Go and see how he looks, stubborn and stubborn, just like a donkey! I don’t think you should kneel outside the Hall of Zhengxin, why not just drag him to the mill for me to grind. "

"My lord, this..." Wang Jinzhi naturally knew that the second half of the sentence was not to be heard.

"He didn't admit his mistake, did he?"

Guan Junchen felt his temples thumping, walked around the room for a few steps, paused for a long time before gritting his teeth and said, "Sure, let him kneel outside the Hall of Zhengxin, and you ask someone to throw the steamed white rice on the ground, and he If he is willing to eat on his stomach like a dog, I don't need him to admit his mistake."

Wang Jinzhi hesitated for a while, and Guan Junchen dropped another porcelain vase. He turned his head and said sharply, "Let me do it."

Wang Jinzhi also had no choice but to bow and salute, and retreated.

……

Midsummer in Jinling is really annoying. The weather in this season is always lingering between torrential rain and furnace-like heat, and there is never a pleasant time.

Due to the heavy rain last night, the daytime was even more sweltering and hot, and the glaring sun hung high in the sky in the afternoon, as if it would melt anyone who dared to walk outside.

Guan Junchen was reading in the Han Wenzhai, not only had several basins of ice brought in to change from time to time, Si Yue also kept fanning him, but he was still very hot and irritable.

Although Wang Jinzhi sent people to glue the cicadas on the tree outside the Hanwenzhai every day, there were still sporadic cicadas singing in, which made it difficult for him to read.

Guan Junchen put down his book and looked out of the window, a little lost in thought--I don't know how Yan Chunxi could stand on his knees under such a scorching sun.

On the bluestone bricks outside the Zhengxin Hall, Yan Chunxi knelt crookedly, and had to use his hands to help the hot ground from time to time, so that he could barely support his body without falling suddenly.

He was really sweating profusely right now, with large drops of sweat rolling down his smooth forehead, his clothes from the back to the front were soaked, and even the lower part of his body was barking. A shallow puddle of water.

Yan Chunxi's fair face was flushed and hot due to prolonged exposure to the sun, but his lips turned pale and bloodless, and his appearance was unprecedentedly weak.

He closed his eyes in pain, sweat dripped from his long eyelashes, and when he swayed from time to time, he hit the ground with a slap.

Yan Chunxi really couldn't open his eyes, because on the bluestone brick in front of him was a bowl of steaming white rice that Wang Jinzhi sent someone to pour on the ground.

As long as he opened his eyes and looked at it, he felt the emptiness in his stomach destroying his sanity like ten thousand ants devouring his heart.Yan Chunxi never thought that a bowl of white rice would be so fragrant that his own internal organs would be pulled together due to excessive desire.

He closed his eyes, but the white rice grains were still in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

In desperation, Yan Chunxi forced himself to think about other things—think of the stinging pain in his knee, and even forced himself to savor the sharp pain as if a needle pierced his bone, until he became afraid.

His heart felt chills intermittently, and he always felt that he might never be able to stand up again. These legs were getting more and more numb from the pain, as if they were useless.

Yan Chunxi didn't know why he had to risk his life to compete with Guan Junchen, he was never a tough guy, he begged for mercy when he was whipped with nine knots, and when they were together, he also acted softly and coquettishly with Guan Junchen, Now that she's getting tougher, it's like a bitch suddenly erected a memorial archway.

But he was so strange, even though his hungry stomach and legs were already crying and begging him to be soft, but his stubborn strength came up, and he just gritted his teeth and stiffened, refusing to admit his mistake.

Kneeling for more than an hour, when the sun gradually turned to the west, Yan Chunxi's eyes finally went dark again, and he passed out.

This time, Wang Jinzhi's subordinates did not dare to disobey Guan Junchen's wishes, and immediately poured down two buckets of ice water, and the ice cubes in them hit Yan Chunxi hard.

Yan Chunxi was terrified, he was relieved for a moment just now, and then he was roughly dragged up and knelt down again.

His whole body was drenched in ice water, he felt cold and dazzled by the sun, and his mind was muddled.

Suddenly, one couldn't hold it back, lying on the ground and retching heavily, until he vomited all his bile, and then trembled violently as if shaking.

Yan Chunxi was kneeling, with his head limply pressed against the scalding ground, he suddenly felt so stupid.

In fact, who is he stubborn for?

That person doesn't feel sorry for him anymore——

It doesn't matter if he's hungry or hurt, even if he dies here in an instant, brother Cheng won't feel bad.

……

Guan Junchen came out of Hanwenzhai, stood under the thin twilight, and thought for a long time.

He wanted to go to the Zhengxin Hall to have a look, but he still felt unwilling, so he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Go to the Fifth Court—"

Halfway through his speech, he felt wrong, shook his head and said, "Go to Mr. Cheng's compound for dinner."

He had been thinking about one thing all afternoon - what was so great about Yan Chunxi that made him endure and endure, retreat and retreat, and he was still unwilling to throw this disobedient pet out of the palace.

Thinking of the sunset, he finally felt as if he had figured it out.

Because Yan Chunxi is really cute and sweet on the bed, that young man seems to have a natural obsession with love, and he really likes it - his desire is so straightforward and emotional, and his joy when he is in love with Guan Junchen The passionate obsession made Guan Junchen seem to have returned to the time when he was young more than ten years ago, rekindling his fascination with Fengyue.

He liked the days when he was with Yan Chunxi. In the hot and tight body of the young man, he was suddenly thrown back by the heavens to the happiest years like a man at sunset. He couldn't let go of the comfort of being a champion again.

That being the case, Guan Junchen thought, he had a clue.

In the past, he never cared about the feelings of the people under him, he just wanted to make himself happy.

But at this moment he suddenly changed his mind, he wanted to try to ask Cheng Yixuan to serve him like Yan Chunxi, maybe after this happened, he would have nothing to be reluctant about.

Prince Tangtang called a Mr. Heyuan so angry that he couldn't sleep or eat, but there was nothing he could do, he was really fed up.

……

Guan Junchen went to Cheng Yixuan's to have dinner together. Seeing the beauty of the setting sun at dusk, he asked someone to move the table to the courtyard, where the delicate and charming fragrances of the garden came into view, and he drank some iced mulberry wine. It was supposed to be a beautiful day and a happy mood.

But Cheng Yixuan was not as talkative as Yan Chunxi, so the two seemed a little silent.

Guan Junchen didn't have much appetite, so he put down his chopsticks before taking a few mouthfuls. Cheng Yixuan seemed to be taken aback by his movement, and quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

Guan Junchen glanced at the panicked young man, and asked impatiently, "What kind of flowers does Xuan'er like?"

"Xuan'er..." Cheng Yixuan looked at Guan Junchen's face with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, he replied in a low voice: "Xuan'er likes lotus flowers."

"It's midsummer now, the lotus in Taiyue Pond in Wang's Mansion must be in full bloom, and it's usually deserted there. Since you like it, have you visited it?"

"Not yet." Cheng Yixuan shook his head cautiously.

Guan Junchen took a look at Cheng Yixuan, then stood up suddenly and said indifferently: "You can finish eating slowly, don't worry, I will wait for you in the back room."

In fact, he didn't have the heart to talk about this, but he really felt that it was a lot worse than Cheng Yixuan's silence, so he found a topic to talk about.In the past, he always thought that this child was obedient and gentle, and had a good appearance. It was already in his mind that a young master of Heyuan could behave like this, but now he also finds it particularly boring.

Guan Junchen felt that he was quite gentle, but Cheng Yixuan didn't dare to listen to him and finish the meal, and quickly followed him in.

Seeing Guan Junchen standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, Cheng Yixuan took two steps forward and called timidly: "My lord..."

Guan Junchen turned around, hugged the thin boy in his arms, walked towards the bed, and asked casually, "Does your body still hurt?"

"My lord, Xuan'er doesn't hurt." Cheng Yixuan quickly shook his head, he showed a cute smile as usual, but his pretty face was a little pale.

Guan Junchen was satisfied when he heard his answer, so he put Cheng Yixuan on the bed, put his hand inside the boy's moon-white shirt, and kneaded the soft little flesh on his chest.

Cheng Yixuan's whole body tensed up due to tension, but he managed to let out a soft hum from his throat.

In fact, how could he not be in pain, the secret place between his buttocks was entered and ravaged viciously last night, and today he is still suffering from a dull dull pain, even if he is touched by Guan Junchen like this, he is already so afraid that his legs can't stop The place trembled slightly.

Cheng Yixuan knew in his heart that it didn't matter whether he was in pain or not. Guan Junchen asked because he was in good spirits. If he really said that it hurt, it would spoil the prince's interest, then it would be really bad.Although he is afraid of some physical pain, he can bear it anyway.

Guan Junchen turned Cheng Yixuan's body over, took off the boy's clothes and threw them aside, then slowly stroked the thin and smooth back.

The person under him was trembling slightly, Guan Junchen opened the two white buttocks, saw that the exposed small hole was pitifully red and swollen, he took out the ointment from the small cabinet next to the bed, and dipped it in with his fingers. Only then did it go in and slowly expand.

From time to time the young man groaned a few times, he knelt on his stomach, Guan Junchen couldn't see the pained expression on his beautiful brows.

Cheng Yixuan actually knew that Guan Junchen was willing to touch him so softly, it was a rare tenderness to be patient and comfort the part between his legs, and he also wanted to serve Guan Junchen well, as he was taught in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion before, his waist softened, Shake Seung Huan well.

But the pain last night really made him feel lingering fear, even if he tried to relax again, his body was so stiff that even the cave couldn't help trying to resist the person behind him.

Guan Junchen supported Cheng Yixuan's narrow waist, and slowly sent the hot and huge thing into the boy's body.

"My lord...ah, it's so deep..." Cheng Yixuan's voice was drawn out, and it was very soft to the ear.

He buried his head on the pillow, but tears suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He felt pain, pain in his heart.

At that moment he suddenly thought of Wang Jinzhi, the first time he saw Wang Jinzhi was such an embarrassing moment.

Wang Jinzhi came to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to pick someone for Prince Ning’s Crane Garden. At that time, Zheng’s mother was training him. Not long after he entered the pavilion, his lower body swallowed a huge jade body, and the pain was half dead. He was naked and asked Wang Jinzhi to check his body At that time, I didn't care about being ashamed anymore, I just kept crying.

Wang Jinzhi looked down at him a few times, then said directly: "That's him."

Before leaving, he turned around and added: "What a pretty little guy—don't use such a big thing to ruin it again. The people of Prince Ning's Mansion won't be able to compensate you for breaking your Xiaoxiang Hall."

On that day, Wang Jinzhi was wearing a green dress, with clear eyes, looking steady and tall.

Cheng Yixuan has been secretly remembering Wang Jinzhi's appearance and what Wang Jinzhi said.

His life was not good, his mother died of illness early, and later sold to Xiaoxiang Hall by his own father, and after a while, even his father disappeared.

No one has ever been so kind to him, only Wang Jinzhi.

He doesn't blame anything, just hates himself.

Hanging this tone here is just to wait for others to make some turbulent noises. It took half a year to call out "Brother Jin", but it is of no use.

He just hated his low life, this careless life, no joy, no wanton, living worse than a grasshopper.

Guan Junchen put his arms around Cheng Yixuan's waist, not moving hard. Like Yan Chunxi before, he slowly kneaded the sensitive flesh on the young man's thin chest, and then licked and bit Cheng Yixuan's neck and earlobes with his teeth.

In fact, it wasn't because of any high interest, but as if groping for some martial arts secret book, he stroked Cheng Yixuan's body bit by bit, hoping that there would be some movement that would make him happy.

Cheng Yixuan tilted his butt obediently and let Guan Junchen enter. Although the narrow corridor was still a little tight, his moans were sometimes soft and sometimes high-pitched, seeming to be extremely joyful and uncontrollable.

There was a dispute between Guan Junchen and Yan Chunxi, and he hadn't vented his anger in the past few days, but now he was hooked and his lower body became hotter. He thrust hard a few times, seeing Cheng Yixuan trembling and slightly raised his head, he bent down He whispered in the boy's ear, "Xuan'er, do you like it?"

He rarely asked this question, and never cared about such things.

But for some reason, today he suddenly wanted to know.

"Xuan'er likes..." Cheng Yixuan murmured, he gasped for a while, then moaned softly: "My lord, you made Xuan'er so happy."

Hearing what he said, Guan Junchen was finally relieved.

If it wasn't so, he has always had a vague and scary idea these days, feeling that there is only one Yan Chunxi in this world who would love him so sincerely, would hug his neck so joyously, and stand beside him Xia Chenghuan.

Once he lost it, he would no longer be able to grasp the love that others could give him, and that feeling of emptiness made him really flustered.

He was quite satisfied and kissed Cheng Yixuan's back a few more times, and stroked down the boy's narrow waist with one hand. For the first time, he wanted to help Cheng Yixuan touch the front, but just as soon as his fingers touched the part between Cheng Yixuan's legs, his face paled. It was completely overcast all of a sudden.

Guan Junchen pulled out his lower body abruptly, turned the boy over vigorously, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you really happy?"

Cheng Yixuan already had tears in his eyes, but at this moment he was turned over suddenly, and he hastily closed his eyes slightly to cover up, before he had time to look at Guan Junchen's livid face, he subconsciously said softly: "Xuan'er is really happy, my lord... "

"All right—joy, eh?"

Before Cheng Yixuan finished speaking, Guan Junchen pinched his chin and raised his face.

Guan Junchen stared at the young man below him, although there was a slight smile on his face, but there was a chilly haze between his brows.

He stood up abruptly, and said word by word: "Cheng Yixuan, I didn't realize that your acting was so good before? You dare to lie to me, don't you?"

After Guan Junchen finished speaking, he slammed his fist on the wall. He was really furious to the extreme.

Over the past few days, all of Guan Junchen's hostility seemed to explode in his chest at this moment.

He is clearly powerful and powerful, and he feels that he is quite savvy, but his Heyuan masters, one or two, all put on this face that is not at all interesting under him.

Cheng Yixuan quickly opened his eyes. When he saw the dark and crazy look in Guan Junchen's always deep Danfeng eyes, his face turned pale instantly. Relying on his always keen sense of danger, he noticed something. A horrible atmosphere.

Guan Junchen thought he was angry with Cheng Yixuan, but in fact Cheng Yixuan never had the power to make him angry.

What he clearly thought of was the tragic scene that appeared in front of his eyes when he pulled Yan Chunxi's body - the boy who once liked him so much, the boy whose face brightened when he looked at him, would rather put his thighs It was blood red from the pinch, and his mouth was bitten to pieces, and he refused to have a good sex with him.

Does Yan Chunxi really... hate him that much?

Guan Junchen shook his head vigorously. He really didn't want to think about it anymore. He turned around and took out a leather whip with a dark brown red gold handle from the small cabinet next to the bed and held it in his hand. He stood by the bed again and looked down indifferently. Cheng Yixuan.

"My lord, my lord..." Cheng Yixuan was so frightened that he trembled all over. He raised his head and looked at Guan Junchen with a begging look in his peach eyes: "My lord, Xuan'er really didn't lie to you. Xuan'er dare not, please forgive me." Xuan'er..."

"is it?"

Guan Junchen's face was cold, he ignored Cheng Yixuan's fear, and pressed the boy's body firmly on the bed.

When he entered again, there was no previous tenderness anymore. When his thick and fiery penis was inserted into the boy's already red, swollen and injured hole.

Cheng Yixuan couldn't help arching his body immediately, and let out a painful sob.

"Aren't you good at barking?"

Guan Junchen asked coldly, and with a movement of his right hand, a sharp whip hit Cheng Yixuan's chest with a "crack".

He is the most proficient in this way. When he wants to use a ruthless hand, there is no way for Cheng Yixuan to survive. He saw a terrible wound tearing open on Cheng Yixuan's thin white skin in an instant. The whip penetrated too deep into the flesh, almost immediately There was a series of blood droplets splashing up.

Cheng Yixuan's eyes widened from the pain, and he passed out almost instantly.

For a moment, he lost his voice as if someone had strangled his throat, and he could only open his mouth and pant heavily.

"Why didn't you call again?"

Guan Junchen continued to whip four or five times, the more annoyed he was, the more steady and slow his tone became: "Since you said you were happy, why did you show me such a dead fish, do you want to defeat my happiness? "

A few blood-stained welts criss-crossed Cheng Yixuan's clean and thin chest. For some reason, Cheng Yixuan couldn't make a sound.

He opened his lips, but his voice seemed to be hoarse, and he could only make a weak "hissing" sound. Big drops of tears flowed down from his peach eyes, and slowly wet the pillow , he just looked at Guan Junchen.

"Why don't you talk? Huh?"

Guan Junchen waved the whip in his hand almost numbly, and asked sharply, "Tell me, did you lie to me?"

In the past, he was always a dignified and calm man, but now his red eyes seemed to be red with embarrassment. Such a crazy and violent look had almost never appeared on his face.

While beating hard, he asked repeatedly: "Why did you lie to me? You are not happy at all. Why can't you be obedient? Can't you be soft?"

Guan Junchen's eyes were red, he was obviously beating Cheng Yixuan, but his heart felt stuffy and painful for some reason.

He knew that what he asked was not Cheng Yixuan at all, what he was thinking about was the thin figure kneeling outside the Zhengxin Hall, so every sentence in his mouth seemed to be confused like a trapped animal: "Why do you want to fight with me?" Temper? You are obviously happy, you are obviously—"

Cheng Yixuan had no idea what Guan Junchen was asking in the last few sentences, but he suddenly felt an unprecedented fear, he just felt that he was going to die.

Guan Junchen would really kill him, that's how he felt, when he was forced into such a desperate situation, he suddenly let out a weak scream, boldly disobeying Guan Junchen's intentions for the first time.

He started to struggle indiscriminately, desperately trying to curl up his body, and tried to cover his chest and lower abdomen with his arms like a mantis like a car, but then he was severely drawn on his arm with several terrifying bloodstains that penetrated deep into the flesh.

When he found that all of this was fruitless, Cheng Yixuan suddenly stopped moving.

The bruised young man was like a clay figure, staring blankly at the curtain above the bed, only his slightly heaving chest showed the fact that he was still alive: "My lord, Xuan'er lied to you—"

Cheng Yixuan didn't try to struggle anymore, his black peach eyes were empty, as if he had suddenly fallen into complete despair, so he calmed down instead: "Xuan'er didn't do it on purpose, and I don't want to make you angry, just ...Xuan'er really doesn't know what it's like to be happy."

"Xuan'er has been in the mansion for nearly a year, and she has been serving the prince for a long time. But Xuan'er has never been happy even for one night. When the prince touches Xuan'er, Xuan'er is only afraid, only hurts, nothing else taste."

Cheng Yixuan knew that once these words came out, he might never expect to be favored by Guan Junchen again, and even life and death would become unpredictable.

But he was so calm that he even closed his eyes just like that.

Perhaps for a person like him, living is really a hard job.

He was really tired, and he must not be able to suffer like this again.

Guan Junchen suddenly stopped moving.

He stayed there holding the whip, but the anger in Danfeng's eyes gradually disappeared.

After a long time, under the lamplight, a deep and dark pain appeared in his eyes.

The thought that made him flustered finally came true——

Suddenly Guan Junchen was no longer interested in torturing Cheng Yixuan, he got off the bed and put on his clothes, went to the outer room and ordered: "Bring me Yan Chunxi here."

Then he sat on a chair and looked out the window thoughtfully.

It is raining again--