Everyone thinks I'm forced

An Jiarui didn't know what happened. He didn't feel sleepy after waking up yesterday. After reading the half-night gossip, he suddenly felt sleepy again after dawn. After drinking the medicine, he went back to bed to catch up on sleep.

It wasn't until he was awakened by the sudden noise outside that he yawned and stood up, and asked vaguely, "Luota, why is it so noisy outside?"

Luota went out to take a look, then came back and said, "It seems that His Highness is back."

"Huh? What time is it?" An Jiarui got out of bed in her unlined clothes and yawned in front of the mirror.

Luota raised his head slightly: "It's almost noon, do you want to wash up? Shall I call someone in?"

An Jiarui looked at the sick-looking figure in the mirror, who seemed to be very weak, and couldn't help but take a closer look, as if I didn't feel so weak before?Could it be that after being ill, I can't even maintain my poetry-reading temperament?He couldn't help correcting his demeanor, and was satisfied to see himself in the mirror with a cold expression and awe-inspiring demeanor.

"Sir?" Luota called again with some hesitation.

He just broke away from his beauty and let people come in to wash.

Putting on a somewhat heavy cloak, he wondered, "Wear this in the current weather?"

Luota bowed down respectfully to help him tie the belt, and explained: "The witch said that you are not in good health and catch cold easily, so you need to wear thicker clothes."

An Jiarui didn't know much about the material of the clothes, but this cloak was black and straight, with a gold carving of a golden sculpture with its head raised in fine details, which was very domineering, and it didn't look ordinary.

Luota noticed that his gaze stayed on the cloak for a few minutes, and explained in a timely manner: "This was given to His Highness by Yuan Jidor Khan before. It is similar in size to Mr. Your Highness, and asked me to bring it to you first."

With this kind of feeling, An Jiarui silently added a few points to Du Tianlu's score for his subtle flattery and kindness.The most rare thing in the world is the thoughtfulness of the superior and the loyalty of the inferior.

An Jiarui sighed regretfully, he blamed the original body for making such a famous figure of himself, he is not good at setting himself up against others, otherwise he would be able to talk about a sweet love now, of course how to break up after the talk is over The other said; he never believed in eternal love, he should have broken up when the relationship faded, and the passion that burst out in front of a face almost disappeared after a few dates.

Just like Du Tianlu, for him, even if he just likes this face, he can use his power to create an appearance of affection. When he doesn't like this face, he can find another affectionate partner at any time. It has nothing to do with scum, the natural attributes brought by power, the top of the pyramid that can kill people with a single sentence, naturally can't think of some things even if you like it, you don't have to get it.

The noisy sound outside became more and more clear, An Jiarui withdrew his sad mind, and heard Wu's voice in a trance, he couldn't help but opened the door and walked over there.

I met a lot of guards along the way, but miraculously, when he was about to pass by, they were as inconspicuous as the background. He walked smoothly into the nearby yard, and there were many people standing in the yard, all of whom were familiar faces , he looked around, but did not see Wu.Seeing that the door of the room is tightly closed, it seems that the witch is inside?

Gui Qing was talking eloquently: "...Why did you come here?" He suddenly heard footsteps, he finished his last word, turned his head and looked at An Jiarui.

Yu Ziping didn't care who was coming, he couldn't wait to say loudly: "General, think twice! Khan is so angry, why are you still obsessed with this? Don't you think about your kindness?"

Zhu Zijian waited quietly in front of the door, and only turned his head to look at An Jiarui indifferently when he heard the sound.

Bian Yongjie lazily stood beside Gui Qing, with a grass in his mouth, whispered to Gui Qing: "It's only a few lashes, His Highness was beaten much worse when he was young, I said we should go back? Don't wait for His Highness to get angry and beat me a few times... Who are you looking at?" After talking for a long time, he found that Gui Qing stared behind him without any response, he couldn't help turning his head to look, and he was looking at An Jiarui, He couldn't help spitting out grass roots, and shouted loudly: "Hey, aren't you the little boy from last time? Why are you wearing His Highness's clothes? Not to mention, you look so good in such a dress! You look like a scholar...you hit me what?"

Bian Yongjie, who was suddenly kicked by Gui Qing, changed his words modestly: "Okay, Xiao Qingzi, you are the prettiest, he can't even match a single finger of yours... Hey, who threw the teacup?" After being hit on the head by a teacup thrown from behind, Bian Yongjie turned around angrily, and after seeing the person who hit him, he immediately burst into a cheerful smile: "Your Highness, why are you out? Have you taken the medicine? I said you too, why don't you hide when you are hit by the sweat?... woo woo woo." He was covered by the pillars again.

An Jiarui was stunned by his operation, stepping on wherever there is thunder, what kind of demining spirit is this?

Du Tianlu stood in front of the door, wearing only a pair of underpants. His upper body was full, his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, and a bandage was tied on his shoulders, which was still oozing blood. Coupled with his sharp-edged face and indifferent golden pupils, Du Tianlu revealed his secrets for no reason. A bit of color/gas and temptation.

He laughed back almost angrily, nodded Bian Yongjie, but before he could speak, Bian Yongjie tried to say something again with a "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Let him speak!"

As soon as Bian Yongjie got his freedom, he immediately had a strong desire to survive and quickly said: "Your Highness, you are still bleeding, hurry up and bandage it up. I think this scholar is very good. He is a careful scholar, and he bandages up carefully!"

Wu stood aside with a confused face, looked at his hands and fell into deep thought. Could it be that my skills are no longer good?

Du Tianlu's expression straightened, he sneakily glanced at An Jiarui from the corner of his eye, and pretended to reprimand him, "You're the only one with a mouth!"

Bian Yongjie frantically gave An Jiarui his eyes, and found that he was motionless. He ran to his side in two or three steps, and thought he whispered: "Your Highness has taken a fancy to you, hurry up. Follow our Highness, that's a generation of cultivators." It's a blessing, that An Jiarui just has eyes but no... woo woo woo." Bian Jie, who was covered by Zhu Jian's eyes and hands, resisted bravely, but it didn't have any effect.

……

Du Tianlu took a deep breath, restraining his urge to let this idiot be pulled out.

An Jiarui couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, and looked at Du Tianlu: "Your wound is still bleeding..."

Du Tianlu said reservedly: "The witch's dressing skills are not good..."

Wu looked at his hands in a daze from the side, why did one or two of them say he couldn't do it today?

An Jiarui took a look around Du Tianlu's body from the corner of his eye. His figure was really good, and his skin tone was just the right wheat color, brimming with vigorous vitality.

He straightened his expression, and said coldly: "The general, take care of yourself..."

Before the words finished, Du Tianlu turned cold and said lightly: "I'm afraid I have to trouble you to bandage me."

An Jiarui was taken aback for a moment, and exchanged a glance with Du Tianlu. His face was extremely cold, but there seemed to be fire burning in his golden pupils, which were astonishingly bright.

Before he could refuse, Du Tianlu had already stepped down and grabbed An Jiarui's hand, and walked straight into the room.

Is His Highness so hungry... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Riding on some slack between the pillars, Bian Yongjie expressed doubts in a low voice, but everyone present heard clearly, An Jiarui was pulled into the room, couldn't help but pause, wanting to hear what else he had to say, But Zhu Zhujian had reacted quickly and covered his mouth without leaving a gap.

Du Tianlu closed the door and left three words for Bian Yongjie: "Twenty lashes."

There was a lot of noise outside, and finally only Bian Yongjie's softer and softer voice was heard: "I said that His Highness can only get angry by beating me a few times to vent his anger. What are we doing, His Highness is the most careful person..." Until there was no sound, the courtyard outside Peace was restored.

Although it is wrong to judge people by their appearance, Bian Yongjie has such a soft and delicate face, but it is matched with such a straightforward personality. To say that straightforwardness is flattering him, An Jiarui almost suspects that there is only one muscle in his whole body. The days have turned into ups and downs.

Du Tianlu sat on the chair, let go of his hand, and looked at him sideways: "Can you bandage?"

An Jiarui glanced at the bandages and ointment on the table, hesitated.

Du Tianlu chuckled: "If you avoid me like a snake, you won't be able to escape." He lazily put his hands on the back of the chair: "I have already told my elder brother about forming a bond with you. See you first."

Seeing him sitting on the back of the chair in such a chic manner, the welts on his back twitched, bleeding out.An Jiarui sighed, picked up the bandage and ointment on the table, and gently applied it to his back.

As soon as An Jiarui's hand touched his back, he felt hard, so his muscles tensed up. He couldn't help but patted his back: "Relax, are you afraid?"

Du Tianlu turned his head to look at him, his eyes flickering, and after a long while, his body slowly relaxed. He turned his head, stopped looking at him, and complained in a muffled voice: "You are always like this."

While smearing, An Jiarui admired his flesh/body. Hearing this, he was a little curious: "What do you mean?"

Du Tianlu closed his eyes and recalled: "Stay away, every time I feel that you are not pretending to me, you don't resist my approach, and when I think you don't resist me, you turn your face and drive me away... He suddenly looked at An Jiarui, and asked softly, "Is it to torture me? Because I took you away from Ciguo and came to me?"

An Jiarui helped him tie the bandage. When the bandage wrapped around his chest, it was like a hug from behind. Du Tianlu's muscles tensed again, but he forcibly restrained himself. Taking a step back and looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, he asked him gently: "Otherwise, what do you think it is?

Du Tianlu was a little immersed in the feeling that a hug is better than a hug. When An Jiarui said that, he felt as if he had been stabbed severely by the person he liked the most from the softest place. stabbed him.

With the look on his face at that moment, An Jiarui thought he would cry, but he didn't.