Younger brother

Chapter 7 Fengjing Shengxue

The trip to Fengjing was extremely slow, with stops and stops on the way, and the few people saw all the mountains and rivers to the north of Lingguo all the way. The whole trip of a few days was dragged into half a month, so we just went to the mountains and rivers no difference.

Because of Shan Qiye's indulgence, Shan Niantong, who has lost his memory, is like a child. Together with Cen Fuyu, he played from Poyang to Fengjing, from Winter Solstice to Laba.

The folk gadgets the two collected along the way almost filled half the carriage.

In the middle of the night, holding Shan Niantong who fell asleep after playing at the Winter Festival, Shan Qiye walked up the wooden stairs of the inn.

Putting Shan Qiye on the bed in the inn, Shan Niantong was still sleeping soundly, with the mouse fairy mask bought from Poyang still on his face.

Shan Qiye gently took off his mask, and straightened his messy long black hair, but said expressionlessly: "Come in."

A figure appeared in the inn out of nowhere: "My lord, Shangguan Xie's body has been found."

The corners of Shan Qiye's lips curled up slightly, and he gently stroked Shan Niantong's pale sleeping face, and said, "Scrape off his flesh one by one, and throw it directly into the corpse refining water."

The figure saluted Shan Qiye and then disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared before.

Shan Qiye leaned down, kissed Shan Niantong's extraordinarily red thin lips, and whispered tenderly: "Let that bastard experience Tong'er's pain once, will Tong'er be happy?"

Shan Niantong fell into an exceptionally deep sleep, and he fell into that long and deep dream again.

When Shan Qiye was helping him cover the quilt, he heard him yell vaguely: "Zifu."

Although he didn't yell clearly, Shan Qiye knew who he was yelling to.

Shan Qiye's expression was still gentle, but he raised his hand and slapped Shan Niantong severely.

Looking at Shan Niantong's face that was beaten to one side, with blood on the corner of his lips, Shan Qiye leaned down again, gently licked and kissed away the marks, and said in a low and wicked voice, "Tong'er is so unrepentant, How should my brother punish you?"

But Shan Niantong woke up from the nightmare at this time, crying and threw himself into Shan Qiye's arms: "Brother, brother..."

Facing Shan Niantong, Shan Qiye knew that he would never be ruthless, so he let himself go, hugged his fragile brother tightly, and said softly: "Tong'er, brother is here, brother is always here."

Shan Niantong cried for a long time, until those beautiful all-black peach eyes were stained with a blush, and then she stopped crying.

"Brother, I had a dream." Shan Niantong suddenly said after being quiet for a long time.

"What did Tong'er dream about?" Shan Qiye asked.

Shan Qiye's expression was completely casual, but his knuckles were turning white from clenching tightly.

He not only hopes that Shan Niantong will remember the past, but also hopes that he will never remember.

Shan Niantong thought for a while before replying, "I don't seem to remember."

Shan Qiye let go of his clenched hands, stretched out his hand to pinch Shan Niantong's pale and slightly pointed chin, and said jokingly: "Tong'er, I must have read too many scripts, so I had a sexual dream."

A bit of shyness appeared on Shan Nian Tong Senbai's beautiful face, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have one."

"Whether there are any, I'll let my brother come and check." Shan Qiye stretched out his hand and untied Shan Niantong's belt.

Shan Niantong, who hadn't reacted yet, asked him to strip off the pure white obscene clothes, which were pulled down to his waist.

Shan Qiye hadn't touched Shan Niantong's body for many days, seeing the warm yellow candlelight made his pale, thin but upright body somewhat ambiguous, and there was a blurred look between his gorgeous eyebrows, this pair of Shan Qiye For Ye, it's tantamount to □□.

"It's so seductive, and I still say it's not there." Shan Qiye couldn't help stroking Shang Shan Niantong's beautiful body.

But in the next second, Shan Niantong suddenly regained his composure and asked, "Brother, do you want to hug me?"

But Shan Qiye said: "My brother not only wants to hug you, but also wants you to cry."

Shan Niantong asked with some fear, "Will it hurt me?"

Shan Qiye smiled and said, "Brother will let you know that crying is not just because of pain."

Shan Niantong was a little scared, but still put his arms around Shan Qiye's neck, and said, "I believe you."

"Tong'er, brother loves you." Shan Qiye's sullen eyes revealed tenderness, "This time, let brother love you, okay?"

Shan Niantong looked at him with a confused expression, but nodded.

Shan Qiye kissed his thin lips frantically in an instant, and stretched out his hand to rub his sensitive waist wantonly, feeling the wildly beating heart in his thin chest and the increasingly uncontrollable desire in his throat, Shan Qiye Ye became more and more addicted to it.

"Tong'er." Shan Qiye's voice was hoarse, "I want you."

After adapting to the pain under his body, Shan Niantong felt a little bit of pleasure brought by Shan Qiye's movements. The pleasure became more and more intense, and even overwhelmed the pain in the end, making him unable to bear it. Wrap Shan Qiye's muscular waist with both legs.

"Tong'er, do you like that brother loves you?" Shan Qiye's low voice rang in Shan Niantong's ear.

Shan Niantong sobbed and clamped Shan Qiye's body with his legs, crying, "Love me."

When Shan Qiye saw Shan Niantong who was in such a deep-seated state, he felt that he wanted to cry him more and more, so he stopped being gentle, and slammed into the depths of his body with his desire, and when he heard Shan Niantong Read more and more lingering words.

Panting for breath, Shan Qiye asked again: "Tong'er, do you like being loved so much by your brother?"

Shan Niantong put his arms around his neck, and said in a voice hoarse from crying, "I like it."

Shan Qiye knew that he hadn't remembered anything.

If one day, he remembered everything, he would not be so obediently indulging in the sex brought to him by his elder brother as he is now.

Ordering Xiao Er to bring the tub and water, Shan Qiye carried Shan Niantong who was so tired that he was almost drowsy, into the tub.

Manipulating the pale fingers of thousands of puppets and corpses, caressing Shan Niantong's white and gorgeous face.

Shan Qiye gently used his fingertips to draw the picturesque eyebrows of his favorite Yaodi, while kissing his face, he said, "Tong'er is still as good as this."

As long as Nuan Chunyu is there, Shan Niantong's body will never be cold.

He will not age, and his life will always be kept at the age of 16, the most beautiful and energetic years.

And his memory will always be sealed in dust.

His youngest brother will never remember the man named Li Fu in those youthful days when the red begonia bloomed.

Just so ignorantly, docilely, and obeyed himself.

Using such despicable means to keep his younger brother, Shan Qiye felt a little desolate.

If he could have hugged his younger brother earlier in those young years, then there would be no more Li Fu.

When Shan Qiye embraced Shan Niantong and reached out to clean his body, Shan Niantong suddenly opened his eyes.

Those pitch-black peach blossom eyes looked at Shan Qiye, as if with attachment, and then closed them again, approaching Shan Qiye.

Shan Niantong tried it for the first time, actively kissing Shan Qiye's lips, with jerky and shyness.

Shan Qiye felt the warmth on his lips, seeping in little by little, his empty heart, the previous sadness, all turned into tenderness with fingers wrapped around his fingers, and he stretched out his hands to clasp Shan Niantong's head, deepening the kiss.

A night of lingering lingering to death made it difficult for Shan Niantong to even get out of bed on the second day. Under Cen Fuyu's resentful and colored eyes, Shan Qiye hugged his younger brother all the way while driving, and did not give Cen Fuyu and Shan Niantong any chance at all. Opportunities for children to strike up a conversation.

Finally entering the boundary of Fengjing, the snow covered the sky and bent the leafless black branches, covering the surface of all kinds of foreign objects, making the sky and the earth seem to merge into one. This magnificent and vast snow scene made Shan Niantong look at it obsessively.

"Is this the snow of the North Country?" Shan Niantong asked as he watched the pure white snowflakes melt into snow water in his palm.

"You once said before that you want to see heavy snow fall on the ground in the north." Shan Qiye hugged Shan Niantong's warm body from behind, and kissed his dark white Shengxue's neck.

Shan Niantong looked at the vast snowy light through the white silk, with a smile on his lips.

Cen Fuyu, who was driving the horse, saw the boy in white clothes with begonia pattern on the carriage, facing the white snow, smiling.Just because of that faint smile, the entire pale and stunning face became vivid and lively.

In the wind and snow, his long black hair fluttered with his white silk ribbon.

And the man in black robe behind him, with a gentleness that Cen Fuyu had never seen in Shan's house, re-tied the white silk for the young man.

Looking back on this journey, what Cen Fuyu could see, Shan Qiye's treatment of Shan Niantong was meticulous and thoughtful, and his gentleness surprised Cen Fuyu. Such a tender side.

At first, Cen Fuyu thought that Shan Qiye just fell in love with Shan Niantong's stunning appearance, so he treated him like a pet and raised him in the Begonia Garden, but during the nearly half month of getting along, Cen Fuyu discovered that, But in fact, it's not.

Not only that, Shan Qiye was even humble in front of Shan Niantong.

Cen Fuyu was a little surprised why his cousin, Shan Qiye, who was so arrogant that he was so arrogant, would be willing to serve him in such a humble way, that beautiful boy who looked like a begonia flower but seemed to break at the touch of a touch.

During the half month that Shan Niantong spent together, Cen Fuyu discovered that this stunning young man had no memory.

However, this does not affect Cen Fuyu's fascination with him.Although faced with multiple threats from Shan Qiye, in just half a month, he has expressed his feelings to Shan Niantong no less than [-] times. Although the confession failed, he also ate a lot of tofu from Shan Niantong.

At the Winter Festival yesterday, Cen Fuyu won the first prize in the high climbing competition, and gave the soy-cooked hoof as a general merit to Shan Niantong, and said affectionately: "I will give you this pig's trotter, and Tonger will also give me one." Hand, carry with me till old age, okay?"

Shan Niantong, who was wearing the mask of the Yellow Immortal, almost burst out laughing: "Compared with your brother, your love words are really different."

Cen Fuyu smiled all of a sudden: "Ah, Tonger, did you promise me?"

Today in the carriage, Shan Niantong said to Shan Qiye: "Brother, you should take the trouble to teach A Yu how to talk about love."

Shan Qiye: "Why, did he say those weird things to you again yesterday?"

Shan Niantong smiled and said: "If you don't teach him, I'm afraid he won't be able to deceive the girl in his life."

In the blink of an eye, Shan Qiye and his party arrived at Fengjing City, just entered the gate of the city gate, and saw a large group of people coming to pick them up, a tall, burly man in his thirties stood at the head of the crowd. , it was Xiao Feng.

In the first battle of Ao Ling, Xiao Feng was the leader of the Ling army, and Shan Qiye was the deputy commander and the military adviser. The two knew each other on the battlefield and lived and died together.

After Ling Ao's great victory in the first battle, Xiao Feng granted the land and Jing, added officials and made Jing the city lord, and entered the rank of Jue Ping to wait on him.

Shan Qiye got out of the carriage, and after taking off his battle robe, he wore a gold-stitched black robe. He was already tall and tall, and he looked taller and taller, but the sternness between his pale and handsome eyebrows made his body The killing breath still does not diminish the battlefield.

Xiao Feng walked towards Shan Qiye from the crowd, and when he saw him, he gave him a side hug with one shoulder.

Seeing that, even the city lord personally received the black-robed man, the onlookers all looked sideways at Shan Qiye, knowing that his status must be extraordinary, either rich or noble, he must be a big shot.

However, the pedestrians who followed Xiao Feng on the inner floor knelt down in front of Shan Qiye and shouted loudly: "General Shan, Wanan!"

Shan Qiye looked at the pedestrians, and found several familiar faces, and recognized them all. During the battle of Lingao, the soldiers who were born and died together took off their armor and became Fengjing's city guards. , but still did not change the strict discipline of the sergeants.

Shan Qiye's voice was deep but everyone present could hear: "Shenling strengthens the army, and will never be defeated."

Xiao Feng looked at Shan Qiye, and in a rough voice, repeated the previous military edict: "Shenling strengthens the army, and it will never be defeated!"

The soldiers at the scene shouted inspiringly: "Shenling's strong army will never be defeated! Shenling's strong army will never be defeated!"

Shan Niantong in the car looked at his elder brother's tall and straight back, as if he saw him standing proudly on the battlefield at the border of Lingguo, leading his army of undead, fighting bloody battles, and fighting on the battlefield .

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