After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

"The little thing came to deliver soup to me?"

Zhao Yan was discussing matters with the courtiers in the Hall of Qinzheng, when he heard the report, he was surprised at first, then laughed, and said with great interest: "Let him in."

He also said to everyone: "Today's discussion is here first, everyone has worked hard, please step back."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, exchanged secret glances, and then retreated in unison. When they went outside the hall, they saw a strange boy in a cloak standing at the door of the hall, holding a food box in his arms.

Chang Ling carried the food box into the hall.

The main hall is furnished elegantly and solemnly, with eight copper pillars standing, and the aftermath of the discussion and quarrel between the monarch and his ministers still remains in the air.Zhaoyan Xuanyi and Mo Guan sat behind the imperial case, half of his stern face was hidden in the shadows, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he was holding a memorial and reading it.

I haven't seen him for a long time, this person seems to have lost some weight, and his eyes are also tired and black.

Chang Ling looked around, and stood next to a copper pillar closest to the imperial case, no longer leaning forward, staring at Zhaoyan's movements with dark eyes.

Only then did Zhaoyan look away from the sheet music, and landed on Chang Ling, seeing that the little thing was tightly wrapped in a cloak, holding a food box in his arms, he couldn't even see a strand of hair, he just opened his eyes. Looking at him with dark eyes, the message conveyed was very clever, narrowing his eyes, and said: "Take off the cloak."

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, the long spirit stepped back, pursed the corners of its mouth, and looked at him warily.

"Try one more step back."

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly sank.His eyes were very deep, like a bottomless abyss, when they sank, it gave people a feeling that they were about to get angry, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes that was not there before.But just for a moment, the gloom was covered.Chang Ling didn't dare to move any more, but kept looking at him with vigilant eyes from a distance away from the desk.Zhaoyan seemed to be satisfied, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and said: "From now on, you are not allowed to wear a cloak in front of me, and if I let you see it a second time, I will let you take off the inside. Do you hear me?"

Chang Ling didn't utter a word or move, but there was a silent stubbornness in his black eyes, which fell in Zhaoyan's eyes, like a cat that was about to slap its claws on someone, Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows again, depressed for days His mood lightened inexplicably, and when he wanted to wait for the little wild cat to swing its paws with great interest, the long spirit slowly lowered his eyes, took off his cloak obediently, and put it aside.

After removing the cloak, only a thin blue silk robe remained on Chang Ling's body.The material of the silk robe is soft, and the waist is tied with a soft belt. It is a fabric that can only be woven by Qingqiu full of water vapor and spiritual energy.

Zhaoyan glanced up and down, and his mood began to brighten. Seeing that Chang Ling was still standing there, looking at him with good eyes, like a vigilant cat, he said with a smile: "Come here, aren't you here to deliver soup to me?" ?”

Chang Ling walked over, put the food box on the imperial case, and said, "Here's for you."

Then immediately hid away and stood aside.

Zhaoyan didn't open the food box to look, but propped up his chin, stared at the little prey who suddenly flattered him with great interest, and said after a while, "Come here."

He patted his leg.

Chang Ling hesitated and did not move.

Zhaoyan was not angry, instead he smiled and said, "If you don't want to be dealt with by me, then come here and hold the inkstone for me."

Chang Ling pursed the corners of his mouth, walked over, picked up the white jade inkstone that was put aside by the servant on the jade platform, and still looked at Zhaoyan vigilantly.After making sure Zhaoyan didn't make any other moves, he lowered his head to look at the inkstone.

The ink in the inkstone was already a little dry, and it was not polished carefully. Chang Ling put it down, added some water, and used a tool to re-ink the inkstone before holding it up with both hands.The imperial case is built on a high level, and there is only one seat behind the case, and only the monarch is qualified to sit on it.The long spirit was transformed from a fox, and it was not as tall as the servants of the Wolf King's Palace. He could only raise his arms higher, so that he could be parallel to the book table.

"A little higher."

Zhaoyan picked up the pen and gave orders lazily.

Chang Ling glanced at his hand holding the pen, gritted his teeth, and tried to lift the inkstone higher.

"Baba came here to deliver soup to me, what bad idea did he have?"

Zhaoyan dipped his pen into the ink, sketched on the bamboo slips in a leisurely manner, and suddenly spoke.

After a long time of no response, Zhao Yan tapped the little thing's waist with the toe of his black iron boot. "Ask you something."

I don't know what sensitive part was touched at this time, Chang Ling's arm shook violently, and a few drops of ink spilled out and landed on the end of his nose.Itchy and very uncomfortable.

"No."

Chang Ling frowned and whispered.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"No."

The long spirit repeated it over and over again.

Zhaoyan glanced sideways while dipping in the ink, and saw that the little thing's eyes were cloudy, with a layer of water vapor floating. He didn't know whether it was pain or grievance. Because he raised his arms high, the blue silk robe inevitably slipped down, revealing Xue Yingying's two arms glowed with a clear white light, which almost suppressed the vigorous sunlight pouring in from outside.When he moved, the tip of the pen was slightly pressed, and the little thing's arms shook slightly because of the effort, because there were still some black ink on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't spare his hands to wipe it off, like a little cat, looking so pitiful.

What a squeamish little thing.

Zhao Yan thought in his heart.He used to study government affairs with his father in the Hall of Qinzheng. In order to test his patience, his father often ordered him to do things like holding inkstones, which lasted for a day.He didn't even dare to breathe, let alone feel wronged.His father favored a lot of concubines, and all of them were unwilling to be left behind, so that there were only a dozen of his brothers, big and small, and each of them was trying their best to fight for the position of the wolf leader. If he didn't work hard, he would be punished. Others scrambled to be the first, so he never felt that holding the inkstone was a hard job, but he gained a lot from this way of tempering, including his father's exceptionally favored eyes.This little thing is good, but after holding it for a while, it looks like it's about to cry, and it has no self-consciousness to please him.I'm afraid it's because Wen Mo was taught by Jiang Yin, so he can't be bothered to discipline him.

Zhaoyan stretched his legs and said with a smile, "What are you doing so far away? Come closer, I can hardly reach you. How can you hold an inkstone like this? Your posture is not standard at all."

Chang Ling knew that this person was playing tricks again, so he hid twice, standing further away from the case.Zhaoyan clicked his tongue, but was not angry, he stretched out his foot to hook the person back, half-truthfully said: "If you don't obey me again, I will ask you to come and hug him every day from now on."

Chang Ling's arm was hooked by him, and he spilled a few more drops of ink.He couldn't help but look up and glared at the perpetrator angrily.

"Why, I don't want to." Zhao Yan liked his furry appearance, and kept scratching the soft waist curve full of temptation with the toe of his boot, forcing people to dodge frequently, almost unable to stand, and said with a meaningful smile : "I just can't stand it anymore? I have countless ways to tame a prey. Since you don't want to be obedient, you can only bear with it."

"From now on, you will do all the work of serving me, okay?"

He was no longer satisfied with just moving his feet, dragged people to the front and back, put down his pen, and skillfully poked his hands into the silk robe.

His attack was so sudden that Chang Ling had no time to dodge, and his waist suddenly felt sore.Shamed and annoyed, Chang Ling tried to break free, but was immediately hit again, his feet went limp, and he threw himself forward.It's just that before it touched the case, it was caught firmly by an iron arm.

This time, most of the ink in the inkstone was splashed out, most of it splashed on the desk and the pile of tablets, and the remaining small part fell on the long black hair, trickling down.

Zhaoyan grabbed the person with one arm, looked at this little thing that was in a mess like a kitten in the water, took out a towel from his arms, wiped it slowly, and said mockingly: "This is the fate of disobedience, it should be."

He intended to scare the little thing, but after seeing him for only a short moment, a thin layer of sweat oozed from the neck of the little thing, and he finally couldn't bear to bully him too hard, so he wiped away a drop from the little thing's nose with his fingers. Mo said: "Okay, let's go here today, you won't be able to pay for the damage of my inkstone later. Go, bring me the soup."

Chang Ling immediately put down the inkstone, wriggled out of his arms, opened the food box, brought out the soup, then hid him far away, still standing by the copper pillar.

Zhaoyan didn't eat breakfast, and didn't drink a few sips of water. His mouth was really dry. After taking the bowl of black-bone chicken soup with scallions floating in it, he remembered something. He stared at the noodles in a daze for a moment. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a small thing below looking at him eagerly.

After being discovered by him, the little thing quickly avoided his face, his eyelashes drooping, and he stared at the ground as if nothing had happened.

"..."

Zhao Yan laughed, and said: "There is food there, go and serve it yourself."

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant, his eyes lit up, and he immediately turned around and went to the food table to look for food.Because it is lunch, the food on the table is very rich, with more than a dozen types of meat and vegetable dishes.

Chang Ling picked up the bowls and chopsticks, picked up some of each, and made a full bowl, then sat down at the table and began to eat slowly.Zhaoyan quickly finished his porridge, saw that Chang Ling was still burying his head in eating, and deliberately sat with his back on his back, so he put down the notes and walked over, glanced around from behind, and saw that the only food that the little thing didn't move was a plate of steamed spirits in the middle Crab, a little surprised: "Why don't you eat crab?"

Chang Ling didn't want to talk to people, but thinking of the consequences, he still responded, "It's too troublesome."

"Tsk, that's lazy enough. This spirit crab is raised in the Liquan of the Demon Locking Terrace, and it is the one that replenishes spiritual power the most on this table."

As expected, the little thing's eyes lit up, he stared at the spirit crab for a moment, but continued to bury his head in eating the food in the bowl.

Zhaoyan stretched out his legs to grab a grand teacher's chair next to him, sat next to him, then picked up a fat red steamed spirit crab from the plate and peeled it slowly, and said with a smile: "I will eat it later, so don't be greedy." .”

Chang Ling pretended he didn't hear, and continued to eat with his head depressed.

"Talking to you, don't pretend to be deaf again." Zhao Yan bumped his knee.

Chang Ling couldn't dodge it, took the bowl to a seat away from him, sat a little far away from him, and said, "I'm not greedy."

Zhaoyan was funny, seeing the little thing finished talking, he started to eat again, looking extremely hungry, instead of bringing the person over, he focused on peeling the crab in his hand.There is a kit of tools on the table.Peeling off the shell and cutting off the inedible parts, he picked up the silver hook again, picked out all the tender meat from the crab claws, and piled them into a neat small dish.

"Try it."

He didn't eat it himself, but pushed the creamy yellow shell in front of the long spirit.

Chang Ling glanced at him, but didn't move.

Zhaoyan took ginger powder, vinegar and other things, and was making seasonings himself in an empty plate: "If you tell you to eat, you can eat it, don't pretend."

Chang Ling put down his chopsticks, stared at the crab shell curiously for a while, then picked it up, stuck out his tongue, and tentatively sucked the ointment on it.

The strange and delicious taste immediately spread between the teeth.

Chang Ling's eyes lit up, he took a second sip, and a third sip, and after a short while, the whole shell of cream was eaten by the young man.After eating the long spirit, he realized something, turned his head, and saw Zhaoyan propping his chin, looking at the crab shell with a smile.

Chang Ling immediately threw the crab shell aside, and quickly picked up the chopsticks.

"Okay, let's pretend."

Zhao Yan also pushed the small dish of crab meat drenched in sauce aside: "Try this again."

He kicked away the unsightly round stool in the middle, pulled the person to sit next to him, and said, "I didn't feed you for nothing. When you're full, go and clean up the ink spilled on the case."

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