After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

"The old minister has seen the emperor."

The medical officer hurriedly turned around and led the medical boy to salute, reluctantly stuffing the honey back into his sleeve.

Zhao Yan asked: "How?"

The medical officer briefly described the situation, Zhao Yan nodded and waved his hands.

To discuss life in the palace, the first priority is to have a wink.The medical officer understood that this meant to let the idlers back down, so he hurriedly said: "I will go to dispense the medicine now", picked up the medicine box, and took the two medical boys out.Stone also followed to see the prescription.

The hall fell silent.Chang Ling immediately covered his face with the quilt again.

Zhao Yan was amused, and directly lifted the bed curtain, sat down with one leg propped up, and ordered: "Take it away."

Chang Ling slowly uncovered a corner of the quilt, still only staring at him with black eyes, and whispered: "Why are you back?"

Zhaoyan's hands were itchy, and he was about to reach out to fiddle with the pair of snow-white fox ears on the top of the little thing's hair, but Chang Ling dodged twice angrily, not letting him touch it.Zhaoyan still rubbed his hand, then said with a smile, "I'm coming back to see you."

The long spirit didn't know how to respond, so he remained silent.

Zhao Yan was a little upset again.

He rushed back to see him without even changing his crown uniform, what's the reaction of the little thing?Even if you are not flattered, at least you should show a little joy.

Zhaoyan wanted to bully others when she was upset.

So he directly pulled off the quilt, pinched his waist and pressed the person between the pillows, opened his lips and teeth, and kissed frantically.Chang Ling was caught off guard, and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but immediately felt a tingling numbness in his waist and softened.The two breathed intertwined, hot flashes quickly overflowed the tent.

Zhaoyan was obsessed with pursuing the breath of spiritual grass, when Chang Ling let out a short whimper.

Only then did Zhaoyan realize that the little thing still had injuries on his back, and he was afraid that he might have hurt him just now.Standing up and looking, the little thing really opened his watery eyes, the tails of his eyes were red, and he looked at him with aggrieved eyes.It's like being bullied by the sky.

Zhao Yan's heart softened, and he sighed again, how could there be such a delicate little thing in the world.He plucked the little thing's rubbed ears, and coaxed with a smile: "It's my fault, can I change your medicine for you?"

Chang Ling thought for a moment, nodded, and obediently lay down on the pillow, waiting for him.

The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth twitched, and he leaned over and took out the jar of wound ointment from the bedside table, opened it, and found that the ointment was still the amount left over from last night, and it hadn't been touched.

He originally put the wound medicine here to make it easier for the little thing to wake up and change the dressing, but now it's past the time to change the dressing, but the little thing would rather bear it than ask other people for help.

This little thing is determined to pester him and grind him down.

Zhaoyan was in a happy mood again, and first peeled off the silk robe on Chang Ling's back, but still picked up the ointment with his fingertips, and slowly applied it along the whip marks.

Even after applying the medicine, Lingzhu's whip wound did not recover so quickly.

Chang Ling buried his face in the pillow, his fingers clutched the sheet tightly, and soon a layer of sweat oozed from his neck.Zhaoyan thought of something, paused his movements, still took out a sugar pill from the spirit sac, and stuffed it into the little thing's mouth.

Chang Ling held his mouth obediently, turned his face sideways, and stared at his movements without blinking his black eyes.

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at?"

Chang Ling didn't speak, just looked at him like that.

Zhaoyan teased the little thing: "Is this gentleman so good-looking?"

Chang Ling tilted his head, but still didn't speak.

That was Linghu's unique naivety, Zhaoyan's heart was tickling, and he smiled meaningfully: "Don't worry, I will let you see enough later."

Sure enough, Chang Ling quickly buried himself in the pillow as if his tail had been stepped on.

Zhaoyan laughed silently, couldn't help stretching out his fingers again, and plucked the pair of snow-white fox ears.

After applying the medicine, Zhaoyan still took the medicine back to the original place. Looking back, the little thing has quickly put on the silk robe and shrunk back into the quilt, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him.

Zhaoyan just laughed angrily, stretched his arms and pressed over, trapping the person below, and asked quietly: "I've worked you out again, how do you repay me?"

He wanted to scare people.

Unexpectedly, the little thing stared at him with his black eyes for a while, then stretched out his arms, grabbed his neck, and then tapped his chin lightly like a dragonfly.

Zhaoyan's brain went crazy for a moment, and when he came to his senses, Chang Ling quickly retracted into the quilt like a loach, hiding far away, this time even blindfolded.

Zhaoyan suddenly felt the blood all over his body become hot. If he hadn't been busy with business in the afternoon, he wished he could immediately rub this attractive little thing into his arms and teach him a lesson.

He tore off the quilt by force, kissed Chang Ling on the forehead, and said with a low laugh: "Take care of you well, and I will take care of you when I come back at night."

**

The prescription prescribed by the medical officer should have a hypnotic effect. After drinking the medicine, Chang Ling fell asleep in a daze until evening, got up and planted all the spirit grass seeds with Shi Shi, put them under the south window, drank another dose of medicine, and then Sit back on the bed and read a book.Together with the properties of the medicine, Chang Ling began to feel sleepy again.

Zhaoyan seemed to be busy that night, and he didn't show up until after Haishi.

Chang Ling guessed that he probably wouldn't come over tonight, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned off the lights, and went to sleep first.

There are deep and shallow marks all over his body, many places are still sore, and he really doesn't want to be tortured anymore.But it doesn't count if he said it himself, so it's best if this person doesn't come by himself.

However, Zhao Yan still came over.

Although it was late at night, Zhao Yan still couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw that the bedroom was pitch black and the lights were not turned on.

Yin Zhu said embarrassingly at the side: "The old slave is going to wake people up now..."

"No need."

Zhao Yan ordered everyone to retreat, and pushed the door open by himself.

Different from the biting cold outside, the palace is as warm as spring, filled with a very light and pleasant smell of spirit grass.Zhao Yan vaguely remembered that he had smelled this smell on the skin of the little thing, and it was related to a kind of bath ointment he used for bathing, and it seemed to be made of some kind of spiritual grass.

He has been independent since he was a child, and lived alone in a palace when he was very young. He also came to eat and drink by himself, and rarely asked the palace servants to serve him.He doesn't like sensuality, and he is usually busy with his studies besides practicing, so the hall is deserted all year round, as cold as a temple.The palace people knew that he was reticent, indifferent and unfeeling, and they usually trembled when they saw him, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads. Instead, they preferred to get close to his gentle and elegant second brother who was known as a gentleman.The feeling of another person suddenly appearing in this kind of life is indeed strange and novel to him.

Zhaoyan first used his spiritual power to light up the shark lamp on the table, then walked to the hanger, took off his cloak and outer robe, and opened the bed curtain to see that Chang Ling was sleeping soundly curled up in the quilt, with his back on his back. Facing him, facing inward, leaving only a short snow neck outside.Be as good as a cat.

And the set of bedding that belonged to him has been neatly laid out on the outside.Obviously, the little thing has a bit of conscience, and he did wait for him, but he fell asleep by himself before waiting.

Zhaoyan's mood, which had been suppressed for a whole day, improved for no reason, and he lay on his side, directly stretched his hands into the quilt, hugged him from behind, and asked in a low voice: "Who dares you not wait for me to sleep by myself? Um?"

His hands were still cold, Chang Ling immediately woke up, rubbed his eyes in a daze, saw that it was him, he couldn't react for a while, and just stared at him blankly with sleepy black eyes.

Zhaoyan became angry for no reason: "Why do you see this expression on me?"

Chang Ling was really awake now, afraid that he would be really angry, he quickly turned around, wrapped his arms around his neck, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I fell asleep just now, when did you come back?"

Only then did Zhaoyan feel more comfortable, and flicked the little thing on the forehead with his fingers, pretending to be displeased: "You treat me so slowly, how can I punish you to calm down?"

He didn't hide the strong desire in his eyes.

Chang Ling hurriedly put his hands on his chest, looked at him pitifully, and said softly, "Not tonight."

"Why not?" Under the lights, the young wolf emperor's face obviously darkened.

Chang Ling then showed him the bruises on his wrist, and complained: "You got it all over the place. If you do this again, I really won't be able to meet people."

However, just after the show, Chang Ling regretted it, because he found that the other party not only did not show the intention of retreating because of his action, but was like a wild animal that was stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and his eyes became hot and crazy when looking at him.

"Besides me, who else do you plan to meet?"

Zhao Yan clamped a finger of the little thing, bit it lightly, with a little jealousy and arrogance, laughed lowly, stopped talking nonsense with the little thing, and went in directly with the posture of the two of them.Chang Ling gasped, whimpered, scratched and scratched his back in anger, and bit his shoulder, and finally couldn't stand it any longer, begging for mercy in tears.

"Come out, come out a little."

"I beg you."

"Ugh..."

The little thing's voice was soft, like a cat meowing, as pitiful as it could be.

However, in such a situation, instead of extinguishing his anger, this voice would only add fuel to the fire.It wasn't until dawn that the little thing's waist was about to be cut off by him, and then he let go of him with still unsatisfied intentions.

Seeing that he finally stopped, Chang Ling let out a soft nasal sound, then curled up into his arms and fell asleep completely.

However, Zhao Yan didn't feel sleepy, and even every hair on his body was screaming and excited, this was an experience he had never had before.

He stretched out his fingers, brushed the eyes, eyelashes, wet and greasy skin, and the mottled and mottled marks on the skin with his fingertips, and felt that there is nothing more precious than this little thing in this world. It's a treasure, I want to be more happy and happy in my heart.

He would never allow anyone to take this little thing away from him, let alone allow this little thing to play tricks and leave him.He wants to possess him completely and without room.

Zhaoyan also didn't understand when he had such a crazy idea.

After thinking for a moment with his legs supported, he couldn't help but slightly hooked the corners of his lips.Although Chang Ling really fell asleep this time, Zhao Yan still found a blanket to wrap him up, took a good bath, and then tucked him back into the quilt.

After doing this, Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to touch Tan Changling's forehead to make sure that the little thing didn't get hot, so he was completely relieved.He himself didn't continue to sleep, but got up with his clothes on, pulled the bed curtain tightly, lit the shark lantern, and sat behind the case to deal with a few difficult military affairs that needed to be solved earlier.

This little thing hooked him into being obsessed with the bed every day, disturbing him to the point of neglecting his business.

At dawn, Chang Ling woke up in a daze, saw that there was no one around him, thought that Zhaoyan had already gone to court, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and wanted to go down to find water to drink, but as soon as he lifted the corner of the bed curtain, he saw Zhaoyan. Yan's shoulders were loosely draped in a robe, and he was sitting at the back of the desk holding a scroll and looking at it, his eyes were cold, presumably the content on the Jane was not to his liking.Chang Ling was startled, and immediately put down the tent and lay back down.

However, how could this news be hidden from Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, thinking of something, his face relaxed, and he said with a smile: "Come here."

The curtain of the bed was hanging quietly, not moving a single bit.

Zhaoyan laughed: "If you play dead again, don't blame me for punishing you right now."

After a while, there was finally some rustling in the bed tent. Chang Ling came down with his shoes. Because his legs were so weak, he almost fell when his feet touched the pedals. She looked at him with good intentions, as if watching a good show.

Chang Ling went to the desk and sat down on his knees. Because he was sleepy and couldn't sit upright, he simply put his head on his arm and lay down on the desk. He watched Zhaoyan's movements without blinking, and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

The little thing only wore a silk robe, black hair like ink, skin whiter than snow, eyes sparkling, as soft as snow balls, as the night passed, the bruise on his wrist got deeper, and his whole body was full of silent temptation.Zhaoyan's Adam's apple rolled, and he had to stagger his eyes, so as not to waste half of the business, he said leisurely: "It's not because you are too sloppy, disturbing my business, I can only do it. Sacrificing this precious sleep time to make up for it."

Chang Ling immediately turned his face away, not wanting to talk to him.

Zhaoyan smiled silently, knocked on the case with bamboo slips, and said: "Don't pretend to be dead, grind it for me."

Chang Ling didn't like being ordered around by him, but he was afraid that he would make trouble, so he sat up reluctantly, added some water to the inkstone, and used tools to grind away the dry ink bit by bit.The snowy wrist was dangling in front of his eyes, scratching his heart like a feather, Zhao Yan stared at the bamboo slip in his hand for a long time but didn't read a single word, couldn't help thinking that this little thing was all over his body Every place is developed according to his standards and preferences, and even studying ink can make him uneasy, it is really his destined nemesis.

Chang Lingben was concentrating on his work with his eyes lowered, and suddenly noticed the dangerous gaze from across the mask, and immediately raised his head vigilantly, looking at Zhaoyan, like a frightened cat, ready to raise its tail and blow its fur at any time.

Zhaoyan cleared his throat, and turned his gaze back to Jane as if nothing had happened.

Chang Ling looked at him vigilantly for a while, making sure that he had no other "bad intentions" behavior, then lowered his eyelashes, and continued to do what he was doing.

Zhao Yan tried Mo, and asked with some surprise: "The skill is good, who taught it?"

Grinding looks simple, but it requires excellent technique and strength, so it is not an easy job.This is also the reason why Zhaoyan didn't set up an servant holding the inkstone, and would rather do it himself.

Chang Ling was silent for a moment, and said, "My queen mother."

Zhaoyan was even more surprised, shouldn't the Taifu or father teach ordinary writing and ink, why this little thing was taught by Fox Empress Jiang Yin.

I wanted to ask a few more casual questions, but when I looked up, I saw that Chang Ling had already fallen asleep with his pillow on his arms, still holding a grinding tool in his hand, his eyelashes quietly covered his eyelids like a fan, and projected a light on his cheek. Small patches of light shade.

This delicate little thing.

Zhao Yan got up, found a blanket in the closet, wrapped him up tightly, and then continued to sit back to the case and deal with the briefing.With the little thing beside him "quietly accompanying him", he was much more efficient, and he rushed to deal with all the backlog of military affairs before [-] o'clock before he carried him back to the bed.

I don't know where it touched this time, Chang Ling whined very softly, the voice was soft, and there was a nasal sound, listening to the grievance, Zhaoyan lifted the silk robe and checked, only to see the little thing's waist. A large bruise accumulated on the side must have been pinched out by him.No wonder the little thing couldn't stand firmly when he just got out of bed, and almost fell down.Zhaoyan regretted losing his sense of propriety, and pressed the person on his lap, wisps of ironing spiritual energy melted from his palms, and gently rubbed the entire bruise away until the color turned light.The little boy used to push his nose to his face, and when he was rubbed comfortably, he also took the initiative to show him the other side, and exhaled contentedly, sleeping soundly on his lap.

Yin Zhu had already prepared the toilet and was waiting outside. Zhao Yan stuffed the person back into the quilt after kneading, put down the double-layer blackout bed curtain tightly, changed into the crown clothes by himself, and then called the person in.

When Zhaoyan left, Chang Ling, who was supposed to be "sleeping", tore off the quilt, revealing a pair of dark eyes, tilted his head, and fixedly stared at the direction of the hall door along the gap in the bed curtain.

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