Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

On New Year's Eve, festive red lanterns had already been hung up everywhere in Prince Ning's Mansion. From the early morning, there was a heavy snowfall in the sky.

The prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty had the official title of first rank, and his status was very valuable. Even the Spring Festival couplets in the mansion were personally rewarded by Emperor Zhou Ying in the palace.

Among the many courtyards, the servants who shuttled back and forth also showed joy on their faces.

Although the palace has strict rules and regulations on weekdays, it is quite generous during the New Year's Eve.All servants will be awarded two taels of silver for the New Year, and those servants who are willing to stay in the mansion to serve during the New Year will be given an extra half a tael.

Prince Ning is unmarried, and there is no concubine or heir in the mansion. There are only eighteen Heyuan sons who can be called family members. In the past, all the sons did not have the opportunity to get together, but they would accompany Prince Ning together on New Year's Eve. Sharing dinner in Zhengxindian.Many young masters haven't seen the prince several times in a year, and they are waiting for today to get back to the city. Naturally, they are all dressed up in their courtyards.

The sons are busy, and the servants are not idle.

This year, Prince Ning suddenly wanted to eat hot pot, so at dusk, freshly slaughtered cattle and sheep and fresh seasonal vegetables were quickly brought in from outside the mansion, and handed over to the kitchen for preparation.

However, in Hanwenzhai, Guan Junchen looked at the secret report in his hand with a gloomy expression.

"My lord, the emperor withdrew Hou Yongfei, the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, a close confidant of King Pingnan. Could this move really mean to cut down the vassal?" Wang Jinzhi thought of the secret report he had just seen, and was dripping with cold sweat.

Guan Junchen slightly closed his eyes, and said coldly: "The cutting of feudal clans started last year. In the first year of Chengde, the emperor promoted me to be a first-rank prince. The fiefdom in the southeast area that this king painstakingly managed was transferred to Guan Chengkun, and he was given the title of the second-rank Pingnan King. It seems that the title is changed, but in fact it is really a reduction of the feudal clan."

"But this dumb loss can only be swallowed. Everyone knows that this king, King Xiang and King Pingnan grew up together since childhood, and they have long been regarded as a party. It is not like the emperor's fiefdom is changed to King Pingnan. The Three Kings Party made a big move. But in fact, after the death of King Xiang, King Pingnan and this king had a rift early on, and he was hot-tempered and upright, and he was very happy, and the emperor's reward was even more floating. I don't know why, and this king was roasted on the fire by the emperor. After more than a year, he didn't realize it, and now the emperor suddenly took action against his first confidant, he must have been stunned at this time."

"My lord, should we ignore it at this time?"

Guan Junchen shook his head: "Go and get Zhang Danlin's original "Loyalty Tie" in the treasury, and send it to Pingnan Palace urgently within [-] miles."

Wang Jinzhi couldn't help being stunned. Zhang Danlin, a great calligrapher a hundred years ago, is famous all over the world for his "Loyalty Tie".

As a minister, loyalty comes first.

He understood that Guan Junchen gave the "Loyalty Tie" to King Pingnan at this time, which meant far-reaching secrets.

"I only hope that he can understand the meaning of this king, and don't be impulsive."

Guan Junchen stood up, and took a deep look at the already dark sky outside: "Let's go, let's have a good year, and then visit the imperial court after the next year to see who the emperor plans to appoint as the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang. official's seat."

Wang Jinzhi didn't say any more, he picked up the luxurious white fox fur and put it on Guan Junchen, and the two walked out of the Hanwenzhai one after the other, heading towards the Zhengxin Hall.

It snowed heavily for a day, and the whole palace was covered in whiteness, which made people feel so clean when walking on the road.

When he arrived outside Zhengxin Hall, someone came up to greet him and announced that all the young masters were waiting inside.

Guan Junchen nodded, and when he was about to walk into the hall, a figure suddenly rushed over and bumped into his arms.

"My lord! You came so slowly."

The young man in Guan Junchen's arms raised his head, his almond eyes were illuminated by the surrounding flames, he seemed to have been standing and waiting for a long time, his lake blue brocade robe was wrapped in a chill.

"What are you waiting for foolishly outside? You're not afraid of freezing." Guan Junchen frowned, and unobtrusively rubbed Yan Chunxi's hands that were frozen by the cold wind under the sleeves of his robe.

Yan Chunxi was half a head shorter than Guan Junchen. When he saw two snowflakes falling on Guan Junchen's dark eyebrows, he stood on tiptoe and kissed the snowflakes away with his warm lips. Then he looked at Guan Junchen and said cheerfully, "I miss you, my lord." .

"There are no rules." Although Guan Junchen had a serious face, he still took Yan Chunxi's hand and walked slowly into the Zhengxin Hall.

On New Year's Eve, there were no separate seats for dinner, and a large round table with mahogany and carved dragons was set up in the brightly lit Zhengxin Hall, and the other seventeen young masters of Crane Garden had already arrived at the table.

Guan Junchen waved his hand, and stopped paying attention to Yan Chunxi, and took the chair seat: "There is no need to be polite."

Yan Chunxi was only in the twelfth courtyard, so he couldn't sit next to Guan Junchen at this table.

He felt a little wronged, and sat in a far corner looking at the young masters at the table, most of whom he only knew by name and had never met.

Now at this gathering, Yan Chunxi only felt that the seats were full of beautiful young men in brocade clothes. Under the shining lights of the Zhengxin Hall, they shone like bright pearls. Among them, he was just ordinary. It's just a mortal.

The youngest of the young masters of each court was only fifteen or sixteen years old, only the two young masters sitting next to Guan Junchen in the main courtyard and the second courtyard were slightly older.

"Today's New Year's Eve banquet, everyone don't have to be restrained, eat more—"

Guan Junchen beckoned, and the servants brought up the pots and fresh mutton that had already been prepared. Except for Guan Junchen, the other princes shared a pot with each other.

In the cold and snowy night, the hot pot is ignited all the time, which indeed has a lively atmosphere of the New Year.

However, even though Guan Junchen said so, the princes of the various courts were still quite cautious, looking at the boiling pot in front of them, they were all waiting for Guan Junchen to put down their chopsticks first.

Song Feiyu, the son of the Thirteenth Court sitting next to Yan Chunxi, was wearing a light blue brocade robe with white and soft rabbit fur sewn around his neckline. He looked very young, and whispered to Yan Chunxi, "You are Mr. Yan." ?”

"Yes, I haven't seen Mr. Song yet."

"Hey——" Song Feiyu smiled lazily: "I will see you once this year, but next year may not be able to see you again."

Yan Chunxi hadn't gotten along with his peers for a long time. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Why do you say that?"

"I'm not lucky. I entered the mansion with that one over there. It's been a few months and I haven't been summoned by the prince once. After the next year - I'm afraid I will be sent out of the mansion." Song Feiyu turned the corner of his mouth to Cheng Yixuan, the son of the Fifth Court. She pouted and said, "It's also from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. It's not as good as a human being, so I can only recognize it."

Hearing what he said, Yan Chunxi also looked at the white-clothed boy not far away. Although Cheng Yixuan was dressed plainly, he was not at all less beautiful, and his slightly lowered head looked haggard, which really aroused pity.

Yan Chunxi couldn't help being slightly stunned, and he murmured, "What will happen after being sent out of the mansion?"

"The left is just to sell to others." Song Feiyu's mouth showed a slightly mocking smile, he was obviously not yet sixteen, but he seemed to have seen through the world: "Serve the master, people like us, this is the fate. Fortunately, I am still young and weak, if the older ones are thrown out, it will be even more painful."

Over there, Guan Junchen had already moved his chopsticks, and naturally all the young masters started eating one after another.

It is said to be unrestrained, but in fact no one dares to be presumptuous, the only sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing in the huge Zhengxin Hall, because of this, a few suppressed light coughs suddenly seemed abrupt.

The eldest son Yan Maozhu, who was sitting next to Guan Junchen, twisted his body slightly to cover his mouth and nose. He seemed to be trying to endure, but he coughed harder and harder.

Guan Junchen put down his chopsticks. Although he didn't say anything, his expression was very cold.

"My lord, it's been a little cold these days, I'm sorry to bother you..."

Yan Maozhu was very handsome, but he no longer looked like a beautiful young man. His smooth eyebrows looked upright and warm, and his face was flushed from coughing, but he still bowed his head and confessed to Guan Junchen first.

"Did someone see it?"

"Look, it is said that there is some fire in the lungs."

"Is Mao'er 22 after the New Year?" Guan Junchen changed the subject and asked in a gentle voice.

"Yes……"

"I'm getting older, so I don't have to stay in the palace all the time." Guan Junchen continued, as if he didn't see Yan Maozhu's pale face, "After the next year, I'll ask Wang Jinzhi to seal some money for you, so don't make you suffer." .”

Yan Maozhu's fingers trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Thank you, thank you, my lord."

Before he finished speaking, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, and buried his head deeply: "Maoer... I am satisfied to be able to accompany the prince for six years."

Guan Junchen stretched out his hand to help Yan Maozhu up, and frowned slightly: "I have already said, there is no need to be polite today."

This time Yan Maozhu didn't thank you any more, but just bowed his head in silence.

No one said much during the banquet, and the young masters seemed to be used to this scene, and even the second young master who was sitting on the other side of Guan Junchen didn't respond at all.

Yan Chunxi watched from a distance from here, only felt that Yan Maozhu was very thin, a restrained teardrop flowed down from his smooth cheek, and soon sank into the collar without leaving a trace.

For some reason, Yan Chunxi's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly shook involuntarily.

As soon as the New Year's Eve dinner was finished, a servant brought up a plate of golden melon seeds, and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, may I ask which house will be rewarded for this year's night snack?"

This plate of golden melon seeds is full of real gold, it's a trivial matter that they are worth money, the main thing is which courtyard the snack fruit went to, that is, which prince Guan Junchen wants to spend the New Year with.This means that it is quite different from staying overnight of course.A few years ago, Yan Maozhu also received such a reward.

"My lord..." Cheng Yixuan, who hadn't spoken during the banquet, suddenly raised his head, with soft pity in his peach eyes, he said softly: "My lord, you haven't visited Xuan'er for a long time."

His meaning is naturally very clear, and it's actually not surprising. This year, based on the previous few months, he should have gone to Cheng Yixuan's place.

But Guan Junchen didn't respond, he stood up without looking at Cheng Yixuan, and directly said to the servant holding the golden melon seeds: "To the Twelfth Court."

Until Yan Chunxi and Guan Junchen had left for a long time, Cheng Yixuan sat there blankly.

In fact, Cheng Yixuan didn't know why he wanted to fight for this, even though he had been in love for a long time, he was always very afraid of Guan Junchen, and he never had any lingering joy.

It's just that this huge palace is pitch black, no matter where the prince is going, there seems to be some light in the courtyard.

He had nothing but this light.

……

"You don't talk much today."

Guan Junchen looked down at Yan Chunxi who was lying under him, and frowned: "This king is watching the new year with you, aren't you happy?"

Yan Chunxi was surprisingly silent. In the past, he just took off his clothes like this, and before he could make out much, his body was already scalding hot.

Guan Junchen always joked that he had never seen such a flirtatious little thing like him, but he really liked him so much in his heart that even the obedient appearance of the young master from the other courtyard looked dull.

Yan Chunxi didn't talk much today, but it made Guan Junchen restless.

"Happy, how can you be unhappy." The young man raised his head, hesitated for a moment before whispering: "Brother Cheng, can I tell you something in my heart?"

"You said."

"Why did you accept eighteen Heyuan sons?" Yan Chunxi's face was flushed red by the candlelight, and he looked at Guan Junchen seriously with a pair of almond eyes: "My father only loves my mother all his life, and he has never accepted a concubine concubine." "Brother Cheng, isn't it good for you too?"

"Yan Chunxi." Guan Junchen had never heard such absurd words before, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Is this king giving you face? I can pet whoever I like, and I can pet 180. This palace can afford it. Are you a lowly official slave here to point fingers? Yan Maozhu can make a living with money when he is out of the house, but do you know that if you are kicked out, you can only be a prostitute?"

The boy's body suddenly froze in bewilderment, he trembled and lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, there were already crystal clear tears swirling in his eyes.

Guan Junchen has been in the Twelfth Courtyard every night for the past few days, but he has never reprimanded him so harshly.

Although he knew that after the Yan family was convicted, he was no longer that well-clothed young master, but when he was mercilessly insulted by this man who separated his legs countless times and doted on him in front of him, he felt his whole body trembling. Fell into the ice cellar—it turned out that in his eyes, he was so humble.

Guan Junchen was already terribly annoyed by the matter of King Pingnan, and Yan Chunxi suddenly stirred up an evil fire, and he suddenly lifted the brocade quilt: "If you don't know how to serve me well, get out and kneel."

Yan Chunxi didn't dare to speak anymore, he lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, put on his coat hastily, then stumbled out of bed and knelt outside.

Through the screen, Guan Junchen saw the silhouette of Yan Chunxi kneeling outside. In the cold winter months, he was only wearing an outer shirt, which made his body look thin and thin. He was already trembling slightly after kneeling for a while.

Guan Junchen was terribly annoyed, he slapped the candle with his palm to extinguish the candle, he couldn't see it in the darkness.

Today is the New Year's Eve, and I planned to stay with Yan Chunxi until the midnight firecrackers were set off before going to sleep. Now Guan Junchen closed his eyes, but he was really very energetic and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He also knew that in such a cold day, kneeling like this was already a heavy punishment, Yan Chunxi would not last long, and would pass out in just one hour, but he never expected that this hour would be so difficult for him It is also quite difficult.

However, after about a stick of incense, Guan Junchen suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming into the house.

Before he could turn his head, he felt a cold body pounce on his bed.

"You are so courageous." Guan Junchen snorted, he naturally knew who it was.

"It's, it's too cold." Yan Chunxi spoke with a nasal voice, trembling from the cold: "Brother Cheng, it's too cold outside...can you stop kneeling?"

"You don't want to kneel, but you know you're wrong?" Guan Junchen asked coldly.

"Xi'er, Xi'er knew it was wrong." He was very obedient at the moment.

Guan Junchen didn't want him to kneel for a long time. Hearing what he said, he immediately turned around and pulled Yan Chunxi's whole body into the bed.

Like a kitten rescued suddenly, Yan Chunxi hugged Guan Junchen's shoulders tightly, and he called out with a whimpering voice, "Brother Cheng, brother Cheng..."

Guan Junchen stroked the boy's chest that was shivering from the cold, and then bit his earlobe hard: "Little baby, don't kneel outside, just kneel under this king—let this king ride for a while."

Although Yan Chunxi was still shaking, he still turned his back and knelt down under Guan Junchen obediently.

Guan Junchen lifted off the long gown that Yan Chunxi was wearing, and slowly licked and bit the skin on the young man's back. There was the only rough and uneven place on Yan Chunxi's body.

"It's freezing here too?" Guan Junchen's hand traced Yan Chunxi's narrow waistline to between his legs, and found that he was not as energetic as before, so he couldn't help but asked with a low smile.

"Brother Cheng, I'm cold all over, and my knees and knees hurt so much..." Yan Chunxi put his head on the pillow, his voice was very low.

"It's really spoiled you, you'll cry when you kneel for half a stick of incense."

Guan Junchen snorted unhappily, but stretched out his hands to hug Yan Chunxi's gradually warming body, let the young man sit on his waist, and then rubbed his knees with a little strength: "I know it hurts, come down!" Don't do it again."

"Brother Cheng," Yan Chunxi seemed to lower his head and smiled secretly. When he raised his head again, the dimples on his face were still faintly visible. He suddenly said softly, "Tell me...does this count as me riding you?"

Guan Junchen was also stunned for a moment, although he felt that this little guy was too bold, but his body was actually heated up.

Immediately, he opened the boy's upright buttocks, put his upright part in front of the soft and closed hole, and stopped moving, only raised his eyebrows and said, "Come on, let me see if you have This skill?"

"Hey."

Yan Chunxi responded softly, he put one hand on Guan Junchen's chest, and the other hand held Guan Junchen's thick and hot part, then he closed his eyes and sat down slowly aiming at it.

Guan Junchen's avatar was only halfway in, and Yan Chunxi was already gasping for breath with some difficulty. When he raised his head, his soft black hair slid down to his waist, which looked very nice against his fair skin.

"That's it?" Guan Junchen's eyes darkened a little, and straightened his waist, pushing the whole body into the young man's tight hole.

"Ah...! Brother Cheng, slow down..." Yan Chunxi yelled in surprise, he had never made love in this position before, he penetrated too deep all of a sudden, and immediately raised his body to escape.

But Guan Junchen couldn't allow him to run away at this moment. He raised his hand to hold Yan Chunxi's waist and fucked him hard. He slapped Yan Chunxi's ass: "Tell me, who is riding?" who?"

Yan Chunxi was out of breath from being stabbed, and he pressed his hot cheeks to Guan Junchen's chest weakly, raised his almond eyes wetly, looked at Guan Junchen and begged for mercy, "Yes, of course it's brother Cheng Qixi'er."

Guan Junchen knew that there was nothing to be proud of in this book, but he became proud.

He embraced the young man's slender waist, kissed Yan Chunxi's forehead, and suddenly became gentle: "Be good."

It's been 12 years, and it's really been a long time since he called this name, but at this time, he actually felt a little whim.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, the young man in his arms felt a throbbing all of a sudden, his little butt couldn't help but clamp Guan Junchen even tighter, his legs twitched and let out, he almost let out a long cry Moaned: "Brother Cheng..."

"Little waste, it's useless after just touching it a few times. It seems that it's really flattering not to give you a ring."

Guan Junchen held Yan Chunxi in his arms, and gently stroked the fragile and trembling back of the boy after his orgasm.

Even though he said this, his heart was really moved - he knew that such an emotional appearance could not be pretended.

"Brother Cheng, I am seventeen this year."

Yan Chunxi buried his head on Guan Junchen's chest, and suddenly bit Guan Junchen's arm tightly with his teeth: "I will be 22 in five years, you are not allowed to throw me out of the palace like that, you...you took my pearl back then. "

He didn't raise his head to look at Guan Junchen, but murmured vaguely: "Don't laugh, another pearl on the tiger-toed shoes, I have been receiving it well since I was 15 years old. It was snatched away by the government's messengers. If I hadn't entered Prince Ning's Mansion at that time, I would have lost hope and energy to live to this day."

"When I saw you in prison that day, I was afraid of you, missed you, and felt too shameful. I thought, if you really hate me and want me to die, I won't say a word, and I won't remind you That Tang Tang. But you didn't tell me to die, I, I just..."

"Brother Cheng, I have always had you in my heart. It has been 12 years... I have no parents, no relatives, and you are the only thing I miss in this world. I have missed you for 12 years, you can't just Take five years to change."