After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Chang Ling knew that he would never be able to pick up that towel tonight, so he got up from the water and quickly walked to the shore.Zhaoyan smiled coldly, stretched his right arm very long, and his right palm also turned into a huge blue wolf claw, grabbing the small prey that was drenched and fled in front of him.

Chang Ling was so angry that he wanted to break free, and just as he moved, an indescribable numbness suddenly hit his waist, and he made a short "uh" sound, and his body collapsed immediately, and fell into Zhao Yan's arms.

"Try to be disobedient again?"

Zhao Yan pinched the sensitive part of the person and threatened coldly.

Chang Ling pursed his lips, clenched his hands into fists, pressed tightly against Zhaoyan's chest, his black eyes were tortured, and layers of water vapor quickly emerged, trying to escape from that hateful iron palm.

Zhao Yan held on to it, and with the other hand, he took the little thing's bruised wrist, and teased: "Why, you seduced me, it's just irresponsible, and you want to escape?"

Chang Ling said earnestly and stubbornly, "I don't."

Zhao Yan raised the corner of his lips, stretched out his finger and pointed down: "You have."

The robes of the two were soaked with water, and they were pressed together tightly, almost facing each other.Only then did Chang Ling suddenly notice the obvious physical changes of the opponent, he was startled immediately, and broke free again.

Zhaoyan's anger was jumping up and down, he was really impatient, he turned over and pressed him against the wall of the pool, and then fixed his wrists, pressing them on both sides, and said in a low voice: "I haven't tried the taste here, I think it should be good , what do you say?"

This dangerous position made Chang Ling feel cold all over his body even though he was in the warm bath, and there was no heat in his chest, he turned his head, looked at Zhaoyan with red eyes, quickly shook his head, and begged in a low voice: "No, don't. "

"Don't what?"

"No, not here."

Chang Ling's face was pale, his voice was soft, his body was trembling uncontrollably, like a fish on a cutting board, his tail was flopping in vain, obviously he was really scared.

Zhao Yan was unmoved, but became more interested, thinking to himself, this little thing is really alluring but he doesn't know it, he doesn't know what kind of appearance he has.If today's deliberate flattery is learned and sold, and can be acted out, this pure appearance can really be faked. Thinking of this, Zhao Yan's deep eyes sank again for no reason.The corner of his lips curled up, and his voice became hoarse: "Don't worry, I will love you well."

**

It was late at night when we returned to the dormitory.

Zhao Yan carried him into the tent, saw Chang Ling quickly curled up in the quilt as soon as he touched the bed, turned his back to him, bowed into a shrimp, his shoulders twitched, no matter how much he teased him, he refused to turn back, so he He smiled and said, "Why, haven't you washed enough? Why don't I take you back to wash?"

As if being bitten, Chang Ling turned his head quickly, his black eyes were on fire, his eyes were as red as rabbits, and he stared at Zhao Yan viciously, as if to fight back and bite at any time.

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, and said with a leisurely smile: "Who was it that cried like a cat and begged me for mercy? What are you pretending to be like a wolf cub now. Come here and undress me."

He was still wrapped in a bath towel, and he was busy serving a certain little thing just now.

Chang Ling immediately pulled the quilt to his face, clutching the corner of the quilt tightly, refusing to move.

Zhao Yan was not in a hurry, he narrowed his eyes, showing a dangerous breath, and said: "Stay still, believe it or not, I will throw you into the bath to sleep tonight."

Chang Ling believed that this man could do what he said, his face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and could only crawl out of the quilt, endured a twinge of soreness and trembling, got out of bed with his shoes on, and first went to the cabinet to get a new set He took off his nightgown and folded it back in front of Zhaoyan, took off the bath towel for him, and put on his nightgown.

Seeing the experience, the bruises on the wrists of the little thing became deeper, and the standing posture was also difficult. The two legs were so soft that they couldn't stop shaking. Zhaoyan's heart felt as if a feather had been brushed down. play tricks.

Chang Ling subconsciously wanted to hide, but when his feet softened, he slid to the ground, and when he was about to hit the pedals, he was picked up firmly by an iron arm.

"Yo, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm so interested in you no matter where."

The man's hateful voice sounded from above.

Chang Ling was unable to break free, stretched out his foot and kicked Zhao Yan indiscriminately.

It's a pity that Chang Ling's feet were soft and he didn't have much strength after experiencing that incident.Zhaoyan laughed, didn't care, threw him on the bed, let the little thing face down on the quilt, and then went to untie Changling's nightgown.

Sensing his intention, Chang Ling suddenly turned pale with fright, and said anxiously, "Wait, wait a minute."

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Chang Ling stretched out his toes, carefully rubbed the side of Zhaoyan's leg, and said softly, "I, I have something to explain."

"Oh." Zhaoyan narrowed his eyes, still tightly clasping Chang Ling's wrists, not allowing him to turn over: "What do you say?"

Chang Ling turned his face away, put one cheek on the quilt, and whispered: "I, I forgot to tell you, Mrs. Jun asked me to go to Beigong for tea again today."

After finishing speaking, Chang Ling watched Zhaoyan's reaction intently, trying to get a little bit of information from it.

After all, apart from having a fit on the first day, this person didn't care about his going to the North Palace, it was really weird.Does he know about Mrs. Jun and Chu Yunfeng?

Zhao Yan's eyes deepened.He laughed instantly and said, "Just go, tell me what."

Chang Ling became more and more uncertain about his true thoughts, and explained in a low voice: "I tried to refuse, but it didn't work."

"Oh." Zhao Yan said: "What do you refuse? If you don't eat pastries for free, don't eat them for nothing."

Seeing the little thing's black eyes blinking, and then looking at him with that strange look, Zhao Yan smiled and said, "What kind of reaction is this?"

Chang Ling said: "Are you not afraid of what he may say to me, or that I have ulterior motives?"

"afraid?"

Zhao Yan seemed to have heard some funny words, and said meaningfully: "There is nothing to be afraid of. You are in the palm of my hand, when will you turn over?"

This remark had a double meaning, Chang Ling gritted his teeth, and wanted to say something, Zhao Yan suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Don't mention these spoilers, okay?"

There was a vague hostility in his eyes again.

Chang Ling didn't dare to provoke him, and nodded obediently.

Zhaoyan smiled and sighed: "You can teach me how to behave like this."

Chang Ling heard something else, raised his dark eyes, and looked at him fixedly.Then she stretched out her hand, actively hugged his waist, and nestled her whole body into his arms.

Zhao Yan said: "Yesterday the soup was cooked well, today I will continue to make it for you, okay?"

Chang Ling hummed reluctantly.

He really has no interest in cooking.

Zhaoyan looked at the top of the tent and said, "But don't make black-bone chicken soup."

Chang Ling's eyelids began to fight, and he asked in a muffled voice, "Why?"

Zhao Yan: "...that's for pregnant women. Have you ever met a man who would drink that stuff."

Chang Ling: "Oh."

"Then, shall I make turtle soup for you?"

Zhaoyan: "..."

Zhaoyan's expression was a little subtle: "I don't need that thing either."

Chang Ling arched into his arms: "Then what do you want to drink?"

Zhaoyan said: "Bazhen Soup."

Chang Ling was taken aback, Bazhen Soup, isn't that the soup that Qingqiu just drank.

Chang Ling looked at him suspiciously.

Zhaoyan still looked at the roof of the tent, and said: "Qingqiu, you should learn more."

**

The next day, Changling got up early before dawn.

Zhaoyan has always been a light sleeper, plus his cultivation has reached the ninth level, and his five senses are sensitive. He heard rustling noises coming from the inside of the bed, frowned slightly, and grabbed the girl who was trying to crawl over him Little thing, asked: "What are you doing all the time if you don't sleep in the early morning?"

"Learn, learn the rules."

Chang Ling whispered, his voice was a little hoarse, it was last night.

"Oh, so cute."

Because he had just crawled out of the bed, Chang Ling was only wearing thin silk pajamas, through which he could feel the warmth and softness underneath without hindrance.Zhaoyan recalled the scene of Little Thing crying and begging for mercy with red eyes last night, compared with his usual calm appearance in a cloak and refusing to be seen casually, his heart was a little itchy, and he asked, "What are you going to learn today?"

Chang Ling said: "Etiquette."

After the last Beigong incident, the Tibetan Mastiff was directly dismissed and sent to the lowest level of hard labor to do hard labor.The new in charge is Ming Yuan, who also came from the Demon Locking Terrace. His appearance is as serious and rigid as his personality. On the first day he took office yesterday, he made a whole set of study plans for Chang Ling.

"I heard that the young master has been in the palace for so many days, but he has not yet started to learn the rules and etiquette in the palace. The previous master is too lazy in his duties. From tomorrow, I will make a detailed daily study for the young master. According to the plan, the young master must report to the internal officials on time, if you are late or leave early, I will follow the rules and implement the palace rules."

Ming Yuan read out the regulations meticulously, solemnly like a statue without emotion.

Today is the first day for Chang Ling to learn the rules. According to the requirements in the class schedule, he must report to the designated place on time.

Yin Zhu asked for instructions on this matter, and Zhao Yan personally agreed to it, so Zhao Yan naturally knew it.

Firstly, he can occupy the time of the little things and don't run around, secondly, he has decided to put the matter on the agenda as soon as possible.Since the founding of the country, his father established a set of very strict etiquette standards in the inner court and the previous court in order to save the wildness of werewolves.You don't need to learn little things, but you have to understand etiquette.

"It's time to learn." Zhaoyan suddenly smiled a little in his deep pupils, and said meaningfully: "You looked like you last night, there is no etiquette at all."

Chang Ling was furious, stretched out his foot and kicked him away, slipped out of his arms like a loach.

This bed was built according to the height of Zhao Yan, the new king, and it could reach Chang Ling's waist. Chang Ling had to climb down very carefully every time, so as not to step on the air and fall to the ground.

It was the same today, when he got to the edge of the bed, Chang Ling cautiously put out one foot, and then put the other foot down after the toe touched the shoe on the bed.Then the whole body fell down.

This has always been the most foolproof process.

But today, when both feet landed at the same time, Chang Ling felt that his legs were soaked in vinegar for a night, and without warning, there was a feeling of soreness. Before he could stand still, he fell on the bed. .

Chang Ling was face down, was thrown with stares in his eyes, gritted his teeth, failed to stand up after several attempts, and was about to grab the edge of the bed to prop up, when an iron arm caught him again like an eagle catching a chicken Back to bed.

Zhao Yan said: "Look at the delicate one, can I rub it for you?"

Chang Ling stared at him with red eyes, wishing he could poke a thousand holes in this man.

Zhao Yan chuckled lightly, one hand had already slipped to Chang Ling's waist, and began to rub it there familiarly.

His movements are patient and meticulous, but his usually cold, gloomy and moody temperament is completely different. Chang Ling resisted at first, but he felt a wave of ironing spiritual power slowly smoothing the sore spots. It was indeed very comfortable, so he sipped At the corner of his mouth, he gradually gave up struggling, and lay on Zhaoyan's chest like a kitten, allowing him to move.

After Zhaoyan finished rubbing one side, he turned his body sideways, actively exposing the other side.

Zhaoyan: "..."

This little thing pushes his nose to his face every time.

The little thing is still very ruthless, and he is about to run away after tasting the sweetness. Zhao Yan held him down, raised his eyebrows and said: "I disturbed my sleep early in the morning, and made me work so hard, how do you plan to repay me?" Jun?"

Chang Ling tried it, but seeing that he couldn't break free, he immediately looked at him pitifully, expressing that he still had to learn the rules.

Zhaoyan said: "What are you afraid of? It won't work there, isn't there still here?"

He grabbed Chang Ling's hand and smiled slowly.

Zhang Ling's eyes burst into flames again, and he kicked him hard in the lower abdomen.

**

"Young master, you are a moment late today."

Holding the ruler in his hand, Ming Yuan stood at the gate of Zhengyi Hall with a cold face like a door god, frowning at the two masters and servants who came late.

Chang Ling didn't say a word, still completely hidden in the cloak, with his black eyes open, he glanced at the ruler in his hand with a little shyness.

This made Director Mingyuan think of the little raccoon slave he raised for no reason.

I also remembered what Yin Zhu had specifically explained yesterday, that this little fox is timid and cannot stand being frightened, he can be strict when teaching the rules, but he must not be frightened, otherwise it will be difficult for the Lord to explain.

Although Ming Yuan disagreed with this kind of thinking very much in his heart, but Xin Jun has always had a thunderous wrist, and he can't rub the sand in his eyes, so he can't help but be scrupled.

Just as Shi Shi was about to step forward, he heard Ming Yuan say: "Today, the young master committed a crime for the first time, and he only made a demerit. If two spirit stones are deducted from his monthly salary, he will not be punished, and it will not be an example."

"Thank you in charge."

Chang Ling said in a low voice and obediently, his black eyes were still timid.

Ming Yuan frowned and thought, he was indeed a timid one, and said with a straight face: "Today I will teach the young master how to learn the rituals of sacrifice to Sirius, please take off the cloak and follow me into the palace."

Chang Ling looked back at Shi Shi, Shi Shi understood, and said, "The servant is waiting for the young master outside."

After learning the rules, it was already a quarter of noon, because Ming Yuan came, the master and servant didn't have to share a meal, Chang Ling had a full meal, and then took the stone to the dining room to learn how to make Bazhen soup.

After it was ready, Chang Ling still put the soup into the food box, and just as he was about to go out, a servant suddenly came over with a long box in his hand, and said, "Young Master Chang Ling, the leader Zhang He from the night department heard that you entered the palace, and came here specially. Order people to bring congratulatory gifts over."

The servant put down the box and left.

The master and servant looked at each other, and Shitou said: "The young master has nothing to do with the Sixteen Sirius Clan, why did the leader of the Night Wolf Clan send something to the young master. Or, the slave will open it and have a look?"

Chang Ling nodded.

Stone knelt down halfway, opened the lid of the box and only glanced at it, then screamed in fright and dropped the things in his hand.

Chang Ling glanced sideways, and it was a whole piece of freshly peeled bloody fox fur.

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