The seventh rule of the male god

——In the past, carriages and horses were very slow, letters were far away, and there was only enough to love one person in a lifetime.

This year's first snowfall came silently, and it was the night before Changli left that it shrouded the whole of Peijing in silence.

On the day Changli left, Changli asked Xuehe to tell Yun Changfeng to send him off to the palace.

Before leaving, Changli bid farewell to Emperor Xuande and the Empress Dowager.

When Yun Changfeng found Changli, it was under the dome of Changxin Palace. The young man was standing amidst the ups and downs of the palace. The red and vermilion palace walls stretched out from him. Swaying in the wind and snow, the snow was still falling, Chang Li was wrapped in a fox velvet cloak, holding a wintersweet in his arms, the yellow flowers set off his eyes that were neither happy nor sad.

Chang Li just stood there, looking at the people walking in the wind and snow.

They didn't say anything, they walked the last part of the road quietly until Yun Changfeng sent Changli to the destination.

There were already many people waiting there. The half-demon was wearing a dazzling red dress and was riding on a horse, watching them quietly.

Yun Changfeng smiled back slightly.

Changli handed Lamei to him, and whispered softly in Yun Changfeng's ear: "Ah Feng, I will make you regret it."

Then he took a step back, stood in front of his horse, looked at Yun Changfeng, and Chang Li looked at him, which was never before. It couldn't be described as a feeling, but it was easily reminiscent of the blood on the knife.

"Then I'll wait." Yun Changfeng just smiled, and fixedly looked at Changli, and finally Changli snorted softly, frowned and looked back, and got on the horse.

Snow is still falling.

The galloping horse left deep hoofprints on the snow, rolled up thousands of piles of snow, and the fragrance of the forest.

Changyang has been sulking all winter, angry that Changli left without saying hello, angry about this winter without Changli.

She thought that Changli would come back in the coming year, but she didn't know that the frontier war was imminent, the barbarians invaded the frontier, burned, killed and looted, and the common people were in dire straits.

The news has never been broken. Some said that they were trapped in Liangcheng for a while, some said that King Pingnan entered the enemy's garrison single-handedly and burned the opponent's food and grass, some said that he asked His Majesty to transport military supplies quickly, and some said that His Highness Pingnan led the soldiers Once again charged into the battle, someone said how the battle is going today...

In the winter of the second year, Chang Yang hugged the letter paper, bit her lip and cried hard once. She didn't like to cry, so even crying was extremely depressing.

Yun Changfeng was sitting next to her, watching the stars move, the jade rabbit sinking, and the sun shining—he stayed with her for a whole night.

Intermittently, the news has been exchanged for three years.

The winter of the third year was just like the winter ten years ago, with heavy snow falling from the blue sky, and old friends returning from afar.

"Brother Changfeng!"

Seeing Yun Changfeng, Qin Shinian broke away from Xue He's holding his hand, and ran to Yun Changfeng in a huff, tilted his head, then raised his hands, "Hug."

Yun Changfeng untied the other party's snow-stained cloak, put it in Xuehe's hands, bent down and hugged Qin Shinian in his arms, weighed it, it was heavy, and said with a smile: "How old are you?" , still want to hug you alone?"

"I want Brother Changfeng to hug me for the rest of my life." Qin Shinian pouted his mouth and said solemnly, in exchange for Yun Changfeng's soft smile.

After laughing for a while, Yun Changfeng handed Qin Shinian to Xuehe, patted Qin Shinian's head, "It's time for you to go back to Anlehou Mansion, don't let your father worry, I'll let Xuehe take you off."

Qin Shinian reluctantly nodded his little head.

Xuehe led Qin Shinian, and left as if he had come.

At the banquet ten years ago, he played around because of his young age. He remembered that he was separated from Changli at that time, and spent the whole night looking for each other while missing, but now he can't do anything.

During the banquet, when Changli came in from outside the hall, the Empress Dowager almost couldn't hold back her tears.

Yun Changfeng got up and smiled, and gently hugged Changli, the cold wind and snow blowing on Changli's face.

Yun Changfeng felt the opponent's body stagnate slightly, and then suddenly hugged him when Yun Changfeng was about to pull away, his whole body was almost pressed together, Yun Changfeng restrained himself from wanting to push him away all at once He moved, and said in Changli's ear: "Welcome back."

Chang Li blinked, let go of his hand, and said with a smile: "After this, I will definitely catch up with Brother Huang."

Yun Changfeng's expression remained unchanged, he nodded with a smile: "That's excellent."

When Yun Changfeng returned to his seat, he saw A Yang frowning at him, wondering, "What's wrong?"

Chang Yang watched Yun Changfeng sit down, finally bit his lips and said: "I have never heard Ah Li call your brother."

Yun Changfeng was taken aback, and said to Chang Yang helplessly: "Maybe it's because we've all grown up, Ah Yang."

Changli returned to Pingnan Palace, Ban Yao stood waiting for him at the gate of the palace, wearing a rare white shirt, but with red tassels around his waist, the belt was also deep red, he drew red shadows at the corners of his eyes, Staring straight at Chang Li, like a fairy.

The half-demon stepped forward to untie Changli's cloak, the top was cool and cool, Changli just glanced at him, and then went straight to the study, the half-demon smiled, not caring much, Shi Shi He quietly followed behind Changli.

The study room was quiet, Chang Li rubbed the center of his eyebrows tiredly, seemingly casually studying the art of war, but from his frowning and picking up a pen to draw lightly, one could tell that he was extremely serious.

The half-demon didn't even bother to open her mouth, she sat on the side, resting her chin on her hands, tapped her cheeks with her slender fingertips out of tune, her eyes wandered back and forth, but never left Chang Li's body at all.

It is obviously the same face, on Yun Changfeng's body it is elegant and unparalleled, a son of a noble family, but on Changli's body, it is more like a playful dude, but there is a red light hidden in the shell, occasionally faintly flashing, popping With a click, it went dark again.

The baptism of blood for the past three years has filled his whole body with a cold and cruel indifference. When he looks at people, his eyes are like the blood when a sword is unsheathed.

After watching it for a long time, the half-demon became fascinated.

Chang Li lazily released the strength in his hand, put down the pen, and saw the appearance of a half-demon.

Eyes on each other—

The half-demon was captured in three souls and seven souls in an instant, stood up with a clever smile, stepped forward and couldn't help but hook the other party's neck, and said with a smile: "Will the prince not do something now that you are beautiful?"

Chang Li glanced at him jokingly, without revealing any meaning, and raised the corners of his lips, "Why is Yao'er wearing a white shirt today?"

He hugged Banyao's slender waist while talking, and Banyao sat in his arms. Hearing the words, he gave him a light glance, with infinite flair, "You think I don't know, only the regular wife can be red, you This is pushing me to the cusp!"

Chang Li smiled indiscriminately, casually raised the half-demon's chin, looked deeply, then kissed lightly with a smile on his face.

The half-demon only felt the numbness in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a mistake. He glanced at Chang Li cautiously. Seeing that the other party's expression remained the same, neither intoxicated nor disgusted, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but he didn't miss this opportunity, and slowly deepened his feelings. kissed.

When the half-demon's tongue tried to pry Changli's lips and teeth open, Changli frowned and pushed him away.

The half-demon was taken aback for a moment, but instead asked provocatively: "Are you scared?"

Chang Li seemed to have heard some funny joke, his eyes wandered recklessly on Ban Yao, his eyes made even people like Ban Yao blush, and when he was about to turn into a rage, he heard the man sarcastically voice, "Just you?"

Banyao: "...At any rate, I also have the title of the number one beauty in Peijing."

At the end, the half-demon was still puzzled and asked: "I think I'm not outstanding, but when it comes to kissing, I'm second and no one dares to be the first. How can you have no reaction? Why do you say so?" Can you push me away?"

Changli let go of Banyao's hand, and Banyao got up immediately. He knew Changli's bottom line and dared to be so presumptuous, but when Changli didn't want to hug him, he was determined not to pester him.

He has fought with Changli for three years, and he has seen Changli's bottom line from a young man stained with blood to General Shura on the battlefield.

Even Chang Yang dared not take the initiative to embrace Chang Li, let alone someone like him.

Regarding the half-demon's question, Changli raised his eyebrows and said: "You know? When you kissed me, I couldn't feel any throbbing here."

He said, casually pointing to the position of his heart.

The half-demon looked a little embarrassed for a while.

Chang Li chuckled, stood up and approached Ban Yao, raised his chin, pressed a comforting kiss on the corner of Ban Yao's mouth, and said in a ambiguous voice, "You look better when you smile."