Your Majesty Cheng Huan

Tuo Erba got up in the morning, finished his discussions in the agenda tent, and then returned to his sleeping tent.When I arrived at the entrance of the tent, I met a servant who happened to come out with a plate of food. The food on it still seemed to be untouched.

"He didn't eat anything?"

The servant panicked: "Yes... the food has been hot three times, this is the fourth time, and it's still... not a single bite."

Tuoerba reached out to bring the food over and said, "No need to heat it up, go down, and come back to collect the dishes after an hour."

He raised his hand to lift the curtain, brought the food plate to the bed, and placed it on the short table beside him.Li Chenghuan hadn't gotten up yet, and fell asleep with his back facing him, tightly tucked in the quilt.He stretched out his hand to pull it, but it didn't move after a while, so he said, "Since you're awake, let's get up and eat."

The person on the bed didn't seem to hear his words, and there was no movement at all.Tuoerba was silent for a while, and finally pulled him up with the quilt.

Li Chenghuan stared at him indifferently, without saying a word, biting his teeth tightly on his still red and swollen lips, his face looked a little swollen, especially around his eyes.

He originally wanted to say something harsh, but at this moment his heart ached suddenly, so he softened his voice and said to him in a friendly voice: "I'll ask someone to reheat the food, you are so weak, how can you not eat?" What?" As he spoke, he got up and wanted to serve the food tray, but Li Chenghuan grabbed his clothes.The quilt slipped off his body, revealing his thin shoulders and delicate collarbone. Seeing the bruises on his skin, Tuoerba realized how beastly he was last night.

"Tuoerba..."

He reached out his hand to touch his face, but he heard Li Chenghuan say: "You let me go...I beg you..."

Tuoerba stood up abruptly, turned his back to the person on the bed, and said coldly, "I beg you to let me go, yes." However, the light in Li Chenghuan's eyes went out in an instant, "Wait someday I will treat you If you're tired, I'll let you go." With that, he left here without looking back.

Li Chenghuan sat on the bed for a while, in fact, his whole body was so sore that he was about to fall apart, but he finally stood up, got dressed slowly by himself, and finished his meal in silence.An hour later, the servants came and took away the bowls and chopsticks, so he sat in front of the desk alone and began to copy the notes sent to Tuo Erba's tent.

Until the evening, when Tuoerba came back, he was still sitting behind the desk with a pen in his hand, writing and drawing on paper, with a serious look on his face.

Since the Holy Lord pacified the Quartet, although the entire Central Continent has gradually unified the writing, many places still retain the original writing habits after separation and reunification and the change of dynasties.Great Khan also has his own script, and official documents are written in Khan script. Although Li Chenghuan has seen it, he doesn't know the meaning of the script.His so-called copying is nothing more than imitating cats and tigers.

When Tuoerba came into the tent, he only said in a faint voice: "You are back." Then he continued to immerse himself in the desk, struggling to identify the pen movement of each symbol under the lamp.

"what are you doing?"

He didn't raise his head and said: "I have nothing to do, just copy a book."

Tuoerba looked down at him for a while, his face was swollen, but his lips were still a little red, as if he had applied lip balm, showing a coquettish disproportionate to him.Tuoerba slowly sat down beside him and asked him, "Can you understand what you copied?"

Li Chenghuan turned to look at him and said, "I don't understand, but I just drew it according to the pattern."

The distance between the two of them was too close, and those red lips seemed to be right in front of his eyes, as long as he leaned over a little, he could pick them out.Tuoerba felt that he heard his own heartbeat, boom, boom, boom, every sound was very clear.

Li Chenghuan lowered his head again and wrote on the paper.Rather than saying that he was writing, it would be better to say that he was drawing a picture, and he tried his best to imitate the handwriting on the note, but in the end it seemed different.

Tuo Erba wrapped his hand around his shoulder and held his hand, Li Chenghuan stopped suddenly, clenched his hand tightly, a little bit at a loss.The nib of the pen trembled slightly under the hands of the two of them, but it did not land on the paper for a long time.

"Come on, let me teach you. The writing of the Great Khan is to be written like this..."

He held his hand and slid on the paper, and occasionally made a beautiful turn, and no one was heard in the big tent.However, it didn't take long for the Khan warrior standing guard outside the tent to hear the deep panting and depressing moans from inside the tent again.The two fresh-blooded young men glanced at each other, then tugged restlessly at the sweaty clothes on their bodies.After finally waiting for the shift changer to arrive, each of the four left this dream-provoking place with relatively helpless and meaningful smiles. In the dark, I don’t know where to go to release the desire that has nowhere to express.

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Some people, once they compromise with you, are the saddest