Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

Yan Chunxi came out of the cell with the help of two young eunuchs. His burns were on his left waist, which penetrated about half an inch deep, and every step he took would affect the wound.

Xia Baimei led him out of the Feng Pavilion, and walked slowly all the way outside the Xuande Gate.

Yan Chunxi's face was pale, his body was painful and cold, his legs trembled uncontrollably after only standing for a while.

He didn't know what Xia Baimei meant, but he gritted his teeth and held back a word without asking.

Xia Baimei turned his head and glanced at Yan Chunxi. The phoenix eyes under his white eyebrows were dignified and beautiful, and a complex expression flashed in him, and he suddenly reached out and patted Yan Chunxi's shoulder.

Although Yan Chunxi never gave up and begged for mercy, he was still afraid of Xia Baimei, who was cruel and vicious just now. When he was photographed, he was startled and staggered back a step, but immediately felt a hot current from his shoulders. Flowing up to the chest, I felt even comfortable all of a sudden, and I didn't even tremble anymore.

"You are so young, you have a very stubborn temper." Xia Baimei said in a hoarse voice.

He just said this sentence without end, then stopped talking, just took two steps forward, and stood with his back to Yan Chunxi.

Yan Chunxi stared blankly at Xia Baimei's back, feeling a little dazed.

Even though he doesn't know martial arts, he vaguely understands that Xia Baimei must use his internal strength to protect him from the cold.

Not long after, Guan Junchen's figure was seen walking towards this side step by step from the end of his field of vision.His strides were enormous, even though he was facing the wind and snow, his speed did not slow down at all.

"My lord—"

Yan Chunxi broke free from the little eunuchs on both sides and wanted to run forward, but just as soon as he took a step, his waist felt a heart-piercing pain.His legs went limp, and he fell down on the cold snow with a plop.

He didn't care about the wound, and he didn't care about getting up, he just sat on the ground eagerly looking at the familiar tall figure.

Guan Junchen stretched out his toga, and within a few strides of performing lightness kung fu, he flew in front of Yan Chunxi.

He bent down and hugged the boy's body in his arms.

"My lord... are you okay?"

Yan Chunxi tremblingly touched the purple gold crown on Guan Junchen's head, and then his face.

His gaze immediately stopped on the bruise on Guan Junchen's forehead and the forehead injury hit by the inkstone, his eyes were red all of a sudden, he stroked with pity and asked, "You are hurt, aren't you?"

Guan Junchen took a breath.

"I'm fine." He patted the boy's back lightly.

Yan Chunxi's hair was disheveled, his face and lips were pale, and there was a faint smell of blood under his thin clothes, but this young man who had just endured such brutal torture, the most important thing in his mind was that he was injured.

This little guy only cares about him, and doesn't even care about himself.

This place is still within the imperial city, and Xia Baimei is standing not far away. Guan Junchen knew that he still had to be cautious and restrained, but he really couldn't restrain the tenderness and sorrow in his heart, and finally he went out of his way to kiss Yan Chunxi's ear gently. After a while, he whispered: "Go, let's go home."

Yan Chunxi's eyelashes trembled, and when he heard Guan Junchen say "go home", he finally couldn't help but hugged Guan Junchen's neck tightly, and sobbed softly: "Cheng..."

He didn't dare to call out that syllable, so he buried his head in Guan Junchen's chest.

Xu Shi finally returned to his reassuring embrace, Yan Chunxi's tense breath eased, and the person who had been hung up and tortured for nearly a day suddenly couldn't hold on anymore.

He murmured: "My lord... I, I will sleep for a while, just for a while."

It's just that before the words fell, the eyes could no longer hold back and closed.

Rather than falling asleep, it would be better to say that he passed out in Guan Junchen's arms.

At this time, Wang Jinzhi also led several followers and hurried over from outside the palace leading the carriage.

Guan Junchen touched Yan Chunxi's forehead, only to feel that the place where he touched it was scalding hot, and quickly and carefully carried the boy's body into the carriage, and surrounded him with thick fox fur.

Wang Jinzhi was about to order his followers to hurry, but he saw Guan Junchen got off the carriage again.

"You tell them to take Xi'er back to the mansion first." Guan Junchen continued with a very calm expression, "I'm outside, walking alone for a while."

"My lord, please go slowly." Before Wang Jinzhi could speak, Xia Baimei said in a hoarse voice.

He respectfully bowed to Guan Junchen according to the etiquette of the Great Zhou Dynasty. At this time, he had not carried the imperial sword, and he also took off the veil of Bird Clothes Lane, revealing a pale face.

On this beautiful and handsome face, there still remained the scars left by Guan Junchen when Qianjun broke his armor and whipped the front door.

Guan Junchen glanced at Xia Baimei indifferently.

He should have hated this eunuch so much, but at this moment, he only felt that he was not interested, and he didn't even have the interest to say a word.

The sky had almost completely darkened, and the snow fell heavier and heavier, the entire palace was completely white, and the snow flakes whizzed and danced wildly in the air.

The dark clouds pressed down heavily, and the entire city of Chang'an was shrouded in this blizzard.

In such bad weather, Wang Jinzhi never expected that Guan Junchen would actually walk alone step by step facing the wind and snow.He didn't dare to disturb, so he just led the horse and followed far away.

Guan Junchen walked very slowly, and the north wind was as fierce as a knife, blowing away a few strands of his hair tied in the purple gold crown.

Such heavy goose feathers and heavy snow have accumulated almost as high as the hem of the boots in just half a day, and when one foot is deep and the other is shallow, there is a creaking sound. Let alone people.

"My lord—"

Wang Jinzhi was almost blinded by the wind, and couldn't help shouting loudly from behind, but the voice quickly drifted into the strong wind.

He rubbed his eyes with difficulty, then opened them suddenly, panicked.

Guan Junchen's body swayed, and he fell into the thick snow quilt.

Wang Jinzhi was so frightened that he quickly let go of the rein and ran over, knelt at the side and supported Guan Junchen, pulling him out of the snowdrift: "My lord, my lord, this is..."

"Respectfully..."

He called out, his hands were as cold as ice, and he held Wang Jinzhi's palm tremblingly.

"My lord, I'm here, I'm here."

"Sincerely, it's night." Guan Junchen murmured, "It seems like he can't stand up, it's cold from the waist down...it's numb."

Guan Junchen had never been so embarrassed before.

His head and face were covered with off-white snow particles, and his purple gold crown was tilted to one side, just kneeling in the snow like this.

"My lord, you, I'll call the carriage back for you, it's too cold today."

"It's not that it's cold, it's that people are useless—"

Guan Junchen shook his head, and said very softly: "This man, after kneeling for a long time, first his legs are not working well, then his waist, and then his heart, until every piece of flesh is dead. It's transparent."

His face was gray and pale, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up. At first glance, he couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.

But Wang Jinzhi looked at it, but felt that his voice seemed to be crying for some reason. He had followed Guan Junchen for more than ten years, and had never seen such a scene.

The Unrivaled Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty in front of him had never been so depressed, as if his will to die had sprouted on this winter night.

"My lord...don't talk nonsense, one moment and another moment, there may not be a time to win back in the future...!"

Wang Jinzhi knelt on the ground and kowtowed mournfully.

"No more." Guan Junchen said calmly, "Be sincere, I have nothing left."

……

It was night, and the palace of Prince Ning in Chang'an City was still brightly lit. The servants hurriedly shuttled in and out of the Ningyuan Pavilion, and did not stop until the sky was about to turn pale.

Guan Junchen sat on the side of the bed and held Yan Chunxi's right hand. The young man was sound asleep, breathing lightly, and from time to time frowned slightly as if he had dreamed of something terrible.

"My little Xi'er..." Guan Junchen leaned over pitifully, and kissed his cheek.

The wound on Yan Chunxi's waist was half an inch deeper, and the flesh inside was already cooked by the iron hook.

Just now, when the medical officer invited by Guan Junchen came, he lifted the quilt and took a look, he couldn't bear to say that the meat inside was dead, and all had to be hung up with a pick knife before they could be bandaged.

Yan Chunxi's limbs were tightly bound with silk scarves, but as soon as the medical officer over there moved the knife, the boy let out a miserable scream, his eyes were red, and his nails scratched frantically on the mattress.

Seeing this, the medical officer hastily stuffed a ball of soft cloth into Yan Chunxi's mouth, because he was afraid that Yan Chunxi would bite his tongue and lips in extreme pain.

Through the cloth towel, Yan Chunxi could only let out a muffled cry of "woo woo", his pale face was covered with cold sweat, his hair was wet, and he stuck it to his forehead in embarrassment.

The young man screamed and became weaker and weaker. In the end, he didn't even have the strength to hum. He just looked at Guan Junchen with his once pretty eyes. There was nothing left in his eyes, and big drops of tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Guan Junchen's heart seemed to be tightly clenched, and he felt so powerless that even hatred had become blurred and numb.

For a moment, he wished that he would be molested on the spot like this, which was better than watching the baby on his heart suffer from such suffering.

After Yan Chunxi suffered this, he just drank a bowl of ginseng soup and breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn't hold on any longer, and fell into a deep sleep.

But Guan Junchen didn't feel sleepy, and stayed by Yan Chunxi's side all the time.

Yan Chunxi has almond eyes, which are round like cats when they are open, but now they are long and charming when they are closed, and the dark eyelashes cover the eyes, and the roots of the eyelashes are still wet.

Guan Junchen looked at it like he was insane.

Compared with this time last year, the young man's face is much thinner, his chin is pointed, and the dimples that are usually found in girls are more obvious, but at this time, it is not as sweet as before, but a little more faintly visible. Bitter.

The little guy followed him for a year and suffered too much.

But for him, it's really not worth it.

He is no longer the champion who held thousands of armies to break armor more than ten years ago, and he is not worthy of Yan Chunxi's "cold moon in the sky".

He is just a waste that is getting old and decaying day by day.

"My lord."

Suddenly, a thin call came from beside him.

Guan Junchen came back to his senses, and said softly: "Xi'er, why are you awake?"

"I dreamed..." Yan Chunxi's lips were so weak that there was no blood, but he raised his head to look at Guan Junchen's eyes, but there was a faint tenderness: "I dreamed that the snow in Chang'an stopped, and Brother Cheng was with me A big snowman was piled up in the courtyard, and I even put a bamboo hat on him to keep out the wind, just like those knight-errants who come and go in a hurry."

"Brother Cheng, has the snow really stopped?"

As Yan Chunxi said, he raised his face and looked at Guan Junchen, his eyes were pure and silly.

He was still eagerly looking forward to the day when the snow stopped.

Guan Junchen felt sour, and said in a low voice: "Xi'er, when you recover, I will take you to make snowmen, as many as you want."

Yan Chunxi laughed out loud, revealing the dimples on his face.

He just wanted to stand up, but because of the wound on his waist, he fell back on the bed with a plop, panting heavily.

"Hee'er!"

Guan Junchen hurriedly got up and put his arms around Yan Chunxi's body: "My body hurts again, doesn't it?"

"Brother Cheng, I don't feel any pain." Yan Chunxi said softly with a pale face.

"My Xi'er."

Guan Junchen shook his head. He originally wanted to comfort the boy in his arms, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't bear to hear it.

He leaned down and pressed his face against Yan Chunxi's hot face: "How can you not be in pain, you must be in pain..."

He seemed to be insane, repeating these few words over and over again.

Yan Chunxi's eye circles turned red instantly.

He gently hugged this tall but suddenly extremely fragile man with his hands, gently patted Guan Junchen's back, and murmured: "I don't hurt, really, I just miss you. Brother Cheng, let's never talk about it again." Let's not separate... okay?"

Guan Junchen stroked the boy's hair one after another, but he couldn't make a sound.

……

In Chengming Hall, a slender figure walked slowly to the bright yellow dragon bed, then knelt down silently.

In the winter season, the warmest palace in the entire imperial palace is the bedroom of Emperor Zhou Ying, but even if there are dozens of charcoal basins, Emperor Zhou Ying still wants to snuggle up in the thick fox fur.

Holding the file in his hand, he turned his head and glanced at the person kneeling in front of the couch: "Have you taken the antidote?"

"I've taken it." Xia Baimei replied with his head down: "Physician Cai has checked the pulse and said that the poison of Duanxuetide has faded, and his body will be a little weaker in the next few days, and then he will be fine again." .”

Zhou Yingdi's eyes stopped on Xia Baimei's slender and fair neck, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

He put the file aside and said softly: "Mei'er, come up."

"Yes." Xia Baimei replied obediently.

He unbuttoned his outer robe, leaving only a thin white singlet, then carefully climbed onto the dragon bed and knelt down beside Emperor Zhou Ying.

However, even so, he still lowered his eyes and did not look directly at the Great Zhou Emperor.

Zhou Yingdi looked at him and said calmly: "Mei'er, don't you want to come into my arms?"

"Your Majesty, eyebrows don't dare."

"Raise your head—" Zhou Yingdi's voice suddenly sank.

Xia Baimei was silent for a moment, then slowly raised her head.

Zhou Yingdi lifted Xia Baimei's chin, and caressed his pale face carefully, his fingertips finally rested on the glaring marks left by Guan Junchen's armor-piercing whip.

He stared at the long and narrow scar with his long eyes, his complexion was deep, and he seemed slightly unhappy.

"Hmph." After a long time, Emperor Zhou Ying said coldly, "My younger brother is really good at it. It's been more than a full month, and the scar on your face has not disappeared yet."

"Your Majesty..." Xia Baimei's voice paused, and then he said calmly: "It's Meier's incompetence that disturbed your interest."

"I told you before, don't attack Yan Chunxi too harshly, but since Guan Junchen dared to hurt your face, I will ruin half of his heart's face. I need to let him know that you are mine. I can beat and kill things, but he, he can't even move a single finger of yours."

"It's just why, when it's the end, you're still reluctant to attack Yan Chunxi? My sister, you've never softened your heart before."

When Zhou Yingdi said this, a smoldering cold light flashed in his deep eyes, and he pinched his fingers, leaving a few deep red marks on Xia Baimei's cheeks in an instant, obviously with great effort, he He paused every word and said: "Or...are you blaming me?"

"Your Majesty," Xia Baimei said with trembling lips, "I..."

"My eyebrows don't complain."

He murmured, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

Xia Baimei has an unpredictable appearance, when she is fierce, she is like a Shura walking slowly from the sea of ​​blood, but in front of Zhou Yingdi, she always has a feminine and feminine side like a woman.

When a pair of white eyebrows were furrowed sadly, in the originally beautiful phoenix eyes below, there seemed to be a stream of autumn water flowing, resentment and anger.

Emperor Zhou Ying was also fascinated by it for a while.

Xia Baimei accompanied him in this deep palace for more than ten long and ups and downs, from being an unsuccessful prince to stepping up to the enthronement ceremony, proclaiming himself emperor and enshrining Zen.

How many years has it been...

How could he not remember clearly.

The crimson poinciana tree in front of the main hall of the East Palace has now grown to a height of seven or eight feet, but the person in front of him seems to have not changed, but when he blinks again, he seems to have changed again, so that he can't see it clearly .

After a long time, Emperor Zhou Ying finally sighed softly, embraced Xia Baimei's body in his arms, and said softly: "Mei'er, my Meier, do you remember how long it has been since I called Brother Ning. "

"Brother Ning." Nestling in his arms, Xia Baimei recited again in a hoarse voice: "Brother Ning—I haven't been with you for a long time, Meier misses you."

"I know."

Emperor Zhou Ying felt pain in his heart, but the pain made his lower body stiffen abruptly.

He has never had such a time, usually even if Xia Baimei is with him, he would have to be licked and licked for a long time before there is a little movement, but this is the first time that he has such an intense desire to conquer.

"Meier..."

Zhou Yingdi turned Xia Baimei over and pressed him under him, hastily tore off the thin shirt, roughly opened Xia Baimei's slender and strong legs, and then inserted himself in.

Such a merciless entry, naturally without any tenderness or joy, Xia Baimei's face turned pale from the pain, and goose bumps covered his whole body.

He didn't groan, but buried his face on the bright yellow pillow, quietly clenched the quilt with his fingers, and his two buttocks were bumped against each other.

Zhou Yingdi was obviously dissatisfied with Xia Baimei's reaction, grabbed his loose black hair from behind, and pulled him up: "Open your mouth and call me."

Xia Baimei was forced to raise his head back until Zhou Yingdi's face was upside down and reflected in his eyes, blurred and crazy.

Eagerness made this most noble man in the world lose his composure as the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he was no different from other vulgar men who were swayed by lust.

Xia Baimei is used to it, their love rarely has other gestures.

Emperor Zhou Ying didn't like to see his deformed and ugly parts, except for occasional brocade quilts between his legs, other times he came from behind.

He's always like this...he has to lean back until his neck hurts, so that he can see Emperor Zhou Ying's face reflected in the water.

It was the ordinary face that he had loved all his life.

"Brother Ning, ah..."

Xia Baimei called out, his voice was poisoned because of the dispute between the crown prince and Chen Guifei, and he didn't like to speak out at this time.

It's just that he was still obedient, and when Emperor Zhou Ying asked him to open his mouth, he yelled hoarsely.

"Mei'er, I have you in my heart." Emperor Zhou Ying lowered his head and kissed his forehead once and for all, panting with a little confusion: "I only have you in my heart. You understand, right? Meier, I am the Son of Heaven... ...You have to understand my difficulties, many things, I can no longer be the same as before."

"Mei'er understands."

A drop of tears quietly slipped from the corner of Xia Baimei's eyes. He closed his eyes and said calmly: "Brother Ning, Mei'er has only loved you in his whole life. Meier has seen all your difficulties—"

"Mei'er cherishes you, cares about you, no, I don't blame you..."