After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Zhao Yan held the hem of the silk robe and lifted it up directly. The first thing that caught his eyes was the word "Yan" printed in that secret place, like a cluster of fire burning.

It was a mark that belonged exclusively to him, showing his unique sovereignty over this little thing.Anything that has an owner must never betray and deceive the owner.This little thing must belong to him from body to heart.

Zhaoyan's eyes as deep as ink gradually turned violent.

He knew that it was the possessiveness and paranoia in the bones of the wolves, and he couldn't control it himself.

Chang Ling was so panicked that he wanted to pull down his hem, but he heard the man above him warn coldly with a hoarse voice: "If you don't want people outside to see you like this, don't move."

Chang Ling's body froze, and he did not move, his fingers clasped the desk even more tightly.

Satisfied, Zhaoyan slowly melted away the cruelty in his eyes, and with his fingertips pointing down, he gently wiped against the cluster of flames.That hand carried a cold, so cold.Chang Ling's skin was hot because of the rash.Immediately Chang Ling shuddered from his action, his black eyes trembled, one cheek was pressed against the desk, he turned his head, and looked at him beggingly.

Zhaoyan turned a blind eye, and changed back to that gentle gentleman's face, stretched out his fingers and lifted the lid of the box.

"Oh no..." "Oh..."

The little thing has learned to behave well this time, and instead of being stubborn, he put his head on the desk and begged for mercy softly, his voice as soft as a kitten.The water in Wu Mou's eyes seemed to flow into a river, and it didn't take long to soak the indigo table cloth on the imperial case.

The two fluffy snow-white fox ears were also crumpled.

"Don't move."

Zhaoyan straightened the pair of fox ears with his fingers, took a breath of hot air, and sighed, "I'm really scared, I won't be able to control myself..."

Chang Ling turned his head, his eyes were red, and he stared blankly at him.

Tear him apart, crush him.

Then he will never betray you again.

A voice yelled frantically from the bottom of his heart, mixed with the sharp probing of the whip wound on the back, tearing the nerves, the cruel look in Zhaoyan's eyes appeared again, he threw the box on the ground casually, and entered in the posture of the two of them .

The guards outside the hall are all high-ranking monks with extraordinary hearing ability.Chang Ling didn't dare to make too much noise, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he grabbed Zhaoyan's shoulder and bit him.The smell of blood filled the mouths of the two, and the originally cold air was gradually covered by hot flashes. After more than 300 years of abstinence, Zhao Yan was like a beast trapped in a cage for a long time.

Until the sound of Yin Zhu sounded outside, Zhao Yan got up from the armchair vigorously, squinted his eyes, and saw that the two wrists pressed by him on the armrest had already been printed with blue, and the long man who was trapped in the chair by him Ling, as if he had just been fished out of the water, was completely soaked in his silk robe, and his exposed snow-white skin was full of mottled marks.

Zhaoyan leaned down again, clasped the two snowy wrists and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about the fox fur?"

Probably did not expect him to ask this, Chang Ling froze for a moment.

This reaction made Zhaoyan feel uncomfortable, even irritated, for no reason.

"Answer. Why didn't you tell me about the fox fur?"

Zhao Yan asked again.There is strong paranoia and intolerance in the tone.

Chang Ling's black eyes were dark, he looked at him calmly for a long time, and said, "I don't want to trouble you for such a trivial matter."

Zhaoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to tell whether he believed it or not.

Chang Ling said: "You, can you let me go first?"

Zhaoyan realized that his hand was a bit out of proportion, so he really let go.

Chang Ling immediately moved further away from him, as if afraid of his misunderstanding, and explained in a low voice: "The doctor said that the rash may be contagious."

"Your Majesty."

About something urgent, the voice of Yin Zhu suddenly sounded outside.

Zhao Yan didn't say anything else, took the cloak, wrapped him tightly, carried him out of the hall, and carefully put him on the cloud cart.

After Yunche had gone away, Zhaoyan asked, "What's the matter?"

Yin Zhu looked at his face, and replied cautiously: "Mrs. Jun ordered you to go to the North Palace."

Zhao Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, as if not surprised, said: "I know."

Yin Zhu bravely took out something from his sleeve, and said: "This is the medicine officer's new medicine to avoid rashes, please take it, and put your body first."

Although in the current situation, it may not be useful.Yin Zhu wants to cry but has no tears.

Zhao Yan took it and played with it for a while, but flicked it with his fingers, and threw it directly into the grass.

"Your Majesty!"

Yin Zhu was shocked.

Zhaoyan twitched the corner of his mouth coldly: "I am blessed by the heavens, so I don't need this stuff."

**

In the cloud car, Chang Ling sat up, staring at the blood stains on his fingernails in a daze.

The man's back was injured, and it seemed to be whipped. Even if he didn't grab it hard, he could clearly feel the warm liquid seeping out of the fabric during the whole process.

Chang Ling frowned slightly, who the hell dared to whip him.

Chang Ling developed a high fever when he returned to Huifeng Hall.

Because of the rash, the servants in the hall were afraid of being infected, so they all avoided the sleeping hall and the surrounding area, but no one noticed his abnormality.

Chang Ling swallowed several pills but it didn't work, so he could only call Shishi in, and told him the name of the spirit grass, its specific shape, color, and place where it grew, and asked Shishi to record it and go to the garden behind to pick it.

"Ice mustard, Hanweiying..."

Although Shi Shi didn't know flowers and plants, but just by listening to the names, he also knew that these spiritual herbs were extremely cold, so he couldn't help worrying: "Young master has a bad stomach, taking so many cold herbs at once may make his condition worse. "

Chang Ling wrapped himself in a quilt and said, "I have a sense of proportion, you go pick it."

At noon the medical officer will come to take his pulse, and before that he must find a way to get the fever gone.Once the medical officer finds out that there is something abnormal about his body, that person will also become suspicious.

He must not fall by the wayside.

The guards outside were heavily guarded, and it took a lot of effort for the stone to collect all the medicines. Changling didn't have the strength to refine the medicine, so he let the stone smash the herbs and swallowed them directly with water.

Chang Ling fell asleep again in a daze, and when he woke up from his dream in the afternoon, he realized that the medical officer had come to check his pulse and re-prescribed the medicine.

Chang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and touched his forehead with his hand, it was really warm and cool, and the fever had subsided.

The decoction has been fried and warmed on the stove.Chang Ling sat up and drank a few sips, then asked Shi Shi, "Is there any new news outside?"

Shi Shi said with a very rich expression: "When I went to get the medicine just now, I heard them talking in private, saying that your majesty has offended Mrs. Jun and is being punished by Mrs. Jun in the North Palace."

Chang Ling seemed to have heard the Arabian Nights, and asked, "Because of what?"

Shitou said: "I heard that because of the conflict between Ye Lang and Chu Lang yesterday, the king was furious, directly beheaded Zhang Jing and Chu Rui, and confiscated Chu Rui's military amulet."

Chang Ling was stunned: "He beheaded Zhang Jing and Chu Rui?"

"Yes." Shitou glanced around to make sure there was no one there, and then dared to whisper: "I just heard them secretly talking about the life experience of the leader, Young Master Chu..."

"What's your background?"

"People in the palace are rumoring in private that he is the illegitimate son of Mrs. Jun and that Chu Yunfeng. They also said that Mrs. Jun was so angry that she called the king into the North Palace for questioning."

After drinking the medicine, Chang Ling took out the often-turned grass scriptures and put them on his lap to read. However, the words and pictures, which are so familiar to him on weekdays, are densely packed like astronomy at this moment.Chang Ling looked at it for a long time, but didn't read a word. He was inexplicably upset, and his mind was full of the warm flow when his fingers touched the fabric.

Chang Ling directly closed the book and asked Stone to fetch the cloak.

Shi Shi was taken aback: "What is the young master doing?"

Chang Ling said: "I'll go and have a look."

Stone was astonished.When did the young master like to watch the excitement of that tyrant.

As soon as Chang Ling walked outside the North Palace, he heard a clear whipping sound, but the sound was so loud, it didn't look like the whip was on a person, but it was like the whip was hard on a rocky tree trunk.

The Beigong Palace was entrusted by Mrs. Jun, and seeing the long spirit coming, not only did not make any trouble, but also performed the fox clan ceremony, and showed a kind smile to the little fox.

Chang Ling felt strange.

The sound of whips shook the sky inside, Mrs. Jun Mu Hua was obviously furious, why did these palace people behave so relaxed, and even chatted and laughed as if nothing had happened.

Chang Ling shook his head and asked, "Is Mrs. Jun there?"

One person smiled and replied: "Yes, Mrs. Jun is punishing you, I'm afraid I don't have time to receive the young master. The young master can go to the side hall to sit for a while."

There was no surprise in the tone, as if this matter was commonplace.

Chang Ling felt even more strange, declined their kindness, let the stone stay outside, and went in by himself.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yin Zhu leading two servants standing there anxiously, looking inside, sweating profusely.Seeing Chang Ling approaching, Yin Zhu was taken aback for a moment, and then showed obvious displeasure.

Your Majesty, how can the little fox see such a situation.

Chang Ling's eyes had already looked into the courtyard, and he saw Zhaoyan took off his armor and robe in the open space in front of the main hall of the North Palace, his upper body was naked, his shoulders were straight and he was kneeling at the bottom of the steps, his back was covered in blood , covered with whip wounds as deep as ravines.Mrs. Jun's wife, Mu Hua, had one arm behind her sleeve, holding the "bath of fire" in her hand, and was still whipping mercilessly on the scarred back, her eyes that were always gentle as water were full of tears. It was the hatred and fickleness that Chang Ling had never seen before.

Both the mother and the son were as indifferent as icebergs, one with a back as majestic as a mountain, motionless, as if feeling no pain at all, and the other seemed to have forgotten that the flesh and blood flying all over the place was his own flesh and blood.

"Yuhuo" is a high-level spiritual whip, and after eating enough spiritual power, it can directly kill a third-level beast.Chang Ling thought that Mu Hua would hit hard, but he didn't expect him to hit so hard.

Yin Zhu had already knelt down, kowtowed her head, and begged with sobs: "I beg Madam Jun to be merciful, please forgive your majesty! Your majesty is filial to Madam Jun, the world can learn from it!"

"boom!"

The extremely heavy whip fell, directly raising a cloud of scarlet blood mist in the air.

A trace of sneer floated on the corner of Mu Hua's mouth: "If you want to see your good gentleman die here today, just knock."

Zhao Yan closed his eyes lightly, gritted his teeth firmly, and said indifferently, "Back off."

A wisp of sweat trickled down his temples and into his neckline, leaving a deep mark on his side, making his originally handsome face even more gloomy and cold.

When Mu Hua was about to drop the whip, he paused suddenly, because out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the long spirit standing under the plum tree in the courtyard.

He retracted his whip and waved his hand lightly, the ice in the corner of his eyes instantly disappeared, and he was filled with the warm warmth that can only be found in the spring of March.

"Little fox, come here."

Zhao Yan, who had been motionless and silent to endure the whipping, suddenly turned his head, looked over, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Only then did Chang Ling see clearly that his face was drenched like it had been poured by rain, and the wheat-colored chest on his chest, which had always seemed as solid as a rock and unshakable to him, was also covered with fine beads of sweat. Thanks to the whiplash in the back.

This kind of Zhaoyan was completely different from the tyrant who usually sat aloft and arrogantly on the back of a beast, he was indeed in a mess.

Seeing the appearance of the long spirit, Zhaoyan did not show any obvious displeasure or anger like Yin Zhu, but only looked at the little thing standing not far away with great interest, showing that kind of unpredictable mean come.

"come over."

Mu Hua called again softly.

Chang Ling walked over obediently, looking timidly at Mu Hua and the bloody whip in Mu Hua's hand.

"do not be afraid."

"You're so good, I won't hit you."

Mu Hua casually threw the bathing flames on the ground, and regained the untainted jade tree fairy appearance.

"Snake spirit fruit should be steamed soon. Go to the palace with Bengong, and I will ask someone to make delicious food for you, okay?" He took Changling's hand affectionately, his tone full of pampering, and he held his sleeves. Turning around, he was about to lead people into the temple.

He stopped halfway, because Chang Ling was still standing there, not moving.

"what happened?"

Mu Hua turned around and asked softly.From the beginning to the end, his gaze never stopped on Zhaoyan.

Chang Ling gently broke his hand away from his palm, then slowly slid down to his knees, and whispered: "I, I am here today to plead guilty to Mrs. Jun."

"Sorry?"

Mu Hua laughed: "Others are others, you are you, you don't have to come here to plead guilty to me for other people's sins."

Chang Ling shook his head.

"No, I did make a mistake."

As he spoke, he pointed behind him: "I broke Mrs. Jun's flowerpot."

Mu Hua looked in the direction, and saw that a pot of orchids he kept under the plum tree broke at some point.

Mu Hua looked back indifferently, and said with a smile: "It's just a flower pot, if it breaks, it will break. It doesn't matter, you don't need to apologize. Get up, it's cold outside, go sit in the palace with me—"

"No." Chang Ling said: "Madam Jun can ignore this matter, but I have to pay the price for my mistakes. I am willing to kneel in front of the temple for half a day to plead guilty to Madam Jun."

The smile in Mu Hua's eyes finally faded away.

He looked at the little fox in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Has your rash gone?"

Chang Ling rolled his eyes and said, "Thanks to Madam for your concern, it has completely disappeared."

"No wonder." Mu Hua sighed, and said: "The wolf tribe is the most cold-blooded and ruthless, would you rather beg for food and suffer outside, than go in with me?"

Chang Ling shook his head and said, "Madam has Madam's choice, and I have my choice."

"It's okay, you'll figure it out."

Mu Hua stared at Chang Ling, smiled slightly, his brows were full of confidence, and only left a faint sentence: "Since you want to kneel, kneel first." Then he walked into the hall alone with his sleeves on his hands.

When Mu Hua's figure completely disappeared, Chang Ling immediately quietly moved two steps to the side, wanting to kneel away from someone.Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, the person was caught by the waist.

Chang Ling bit that nasty arm without thinking.

Zhaoyan hissed, raised his long eyebrows, looked at the little thing in his arms, and said, "Why, you can't bear the loneliness after only being away from me for a while, and come here to seduce people?"

Chang Ling loosened his teeth, pushed him away, and said seriously: "I am kneeling as punishment."

"Oh."

Zhao Yan smiled: "Then your kneeling posture is not standard at all, how did Ming Yuan teach it. I have to ask him to take some lessons when I go back."

These words stepped on the little fox's tail, Chang Ling immediately turned his head and glared at him angrily.

Zhao Yan had already put his hand into the cloak, and took the opportunity to rub it. If it wasn't for a group of obtrusive Beigong servants around him, he really wanted to take off the hood of the little thing and have a good time.

Sensing his dangerous intentions, Chang Ling immediately moved to the side again.

Zhao Yan watched his movements with a smile, but he didn't hold him back. Immediately, he raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Why did you come here to accompany me to suffer this crime?"

"Who will accompany you..."

Chang Ling subconsciously wanted to deny it, but in the middle of speaking, he stopped again and said, "When you were in Qingqiu, you saved me from Zhu Meng once, and we settled it, and I won't owe you anything in the future."

"I said, I won't let you have a chance to bully me again in the future."

The ray of light lit up in the boy's dark eyes again.

"Liang Qing?" Zhao Yan chewed these two words, as if a part of his heart was suddenly gouged out with a knife, the blood hole gradually expanded into a bottomless hole, as if nothing in the world could fill it.He tilted his head to look at the little thing not far away, and a distorted scarlet suddenly burst out from the depths of his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "When that day comes, will you leave me like they did?"

Chang Ling didn't know who the "they" he was referring to were, but he could clearly feel the anger, sadness, unwillingness, and distorted possessiveness contained in the scarlet.

He was afraid that a frank answer would lead to very bad consequences for himself, so he tilted his head, a small arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, looked at the man opposite, and said half-truthfully: "If you treat me better, I won't leave you."

The twisted scarlet suddenly froze for a moment.

After a while, Zhaoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "When will I treat you badly?"

Chang Ling looked straight ahead and said, "You know it yourself."

Zhao Yan laughed.

After a while, he said: "From now on, I will treat you well."

Chang Ling turned his head to look at this person, feeling strange in his heart.

In this world, who would believe a tyrant's promise, but this person said such a sentence in such a tone, it is really a convincing illusion.

Fortunately, he is sober and will not be easily fooled.

Until the sunset and night fell, Mu Hua did not appear again.

Chang Ling quietly rubbed his knees, and asked in a low voice, "How long will you kneel?"

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, half-truthfully said: "As long as I am willing, no one cares about kneeling and dying here."

He didn't miss Chang Ling's small movements, and asked, "Why, can't you hold on anymore?"

Chang Ling argued: "My half-day kneeling is over."

Zhaoyan laughed, and said: "What are you pretending to do with me? It's cold at night, let Yinzhu take you back to Huifeng Palace."

Yin Zhu was standing by the side, upon hearing this, she hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Old slave obeys."

Without waiting for Zhaoyan's order, he personally stepped forward to help Chang Ling up, and diligently patted the dust off the little fox's knees, saying: "Young master, will you follow the old slave back?"

How kind and friendly the tone should be.

Chang Ling really couldn't hold it anymore, and nodded obediently: "Thank you, Mr. Manager."

"Don't dare. This is what a slave should do."

Yin Zhu laughed with a slight toothache.

He could see through it, this little fox cub looked timid and timid on the surface, but he was actually very smart.Let’s just say that Mrs. Jun punished the Lord today, and if someone else cared about the face of the Lord and Mrs. Jun’s anger, they would not be able to avoid it, so they might not dare to step into the door of the North Palace, but this little fox cub not only came in with a big swagger, but even said a few words. Jun Shang rescued from Mrs. Jun's whip, and made a big deal in front of Jun Shang.

Such methods are definitely not available to ordinary people.He really underestimated this little fox before.

Yin Zhu was more afraid, because of a piece of blood fox fur, Xinjun directly dealt with the two generals, Ye Lang and Chu Lang.As an eunuch, although he has served two generations of kings in a row, how can his status compare with these people.Last time in the Beigong incident, the new monarch only fined him a hundred sticks, but did not directly remove him from the position of the chief of the inner court. It can be seen that he was really merciful for the sake of the old monarch.

He must remember this kindness and lesson.

There is a large temperature difference between day and night in the western region, and the air seems to be filled with ice scum as soon as it gets dark.Chang Ling did feel a little cold, breathed on his hand, tightened his cloak again, only showing a pair of dark eyes looking at Zhaoyan, said: "Then I'll go back first."

After a pause, I felt that this seemed a bit too snobbish and ruthless, so I added another sentence: "You, you should go back earlier. Mrs. Jun may have already rested. And your injury also needs to be dealt with."

During this gap, Yin Zhu thoughtfully put a hand stove into Chang Ling's hand.

Zhao Yan said with a half smile but not a smile: "They will take the initiative to care about me, and they will make progress."

Chang Ling turned around holding the hand stove, and walked out, ignoring him.

Zhaoyan smiled and signaled Yin Zhu to follow.Yin Zhu saw the warning and coldness flickering in Xinjun's eyes, he didn't dare to hesitate, let alone reveal other distracting thoughts, and immediately bowed and left.

Zhaoyan casually glanced to the side, and saw a bunch of fluffy fluff left on the place where the little thing knelt just now, picked it up, and recognized it was the ornament on the edge of the cloak, and the corners of his lips could not help but move slowly. hook.

"Young Master? Young Master Chang Ling?"

Just as he was in a trance, he suddenly heard the low voice of a black candle not far away.

Zhaoyan's complexion changed, he got up immediately, and ran over following the sound with big strides.The two servants behind hurriedly picked up the armor and robes of the emperor and followed.

Chang Ling fell to the ground without warning.

Yin Zhu and the stone waiting outside were both terrified. They panicked and were about to help him up when they heard a gloomy voice asking, "What's going on?"

"Your Majesty!" Yin Zhu didn't expect that Zhao Yan would come over in person regardless of Mrs. Jun, and hurriedly turned around and knelt down and said, "I don't know, I was walking well just now, but suddenly I fell down."

Zhao Yan didn't speak, but his eyes were frighteningly cold, and the crimson twist appeared faintly in the depths of his eyes.It wasn't until the long spirit teeth curled up in the cloak suddenly burst into vague groans, that he came back to his senses as if from a nightmare, passed the two of them, hugged the little thing on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Medical Xuan officer."

"Yes." Yin Zhu didn't bother to wipe off his sweat, and hurriedly ordered the young and strong servant behind: "Quickly, quickly send the medical officer to Huifeng Palace to wait for orders!"

The palace people who came and went saw Xinjun's naked upper body, blood all over his back, and a more gloomy and ruthless face than usual. They all bowed their heads and knelt down, and no one dared to make a sound.

**

The same is true for Huifeng Palace.

Headed by Ming Yuan, all the servants knelt silently under the jade steps outside the hall, listening to the footsteps of the medical boys coming in and out.

Every sound is like a stab in the heart.

In the dormitory, Chang Ling had fallen into a complete coma, but his brows were tightly furrowed, his teeth were biting his lips tightly, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his black hair was dripping wetly against his cheeks, as if he was enduring great pain, even in a coma. Neither is safe.The medical officer took out the dragon scale and put it on the young man's wrist, and a large piece of pure white aura immediately diffused around the dragon scale, covering the entire bed curtain.

Xinjun's cold eyes were stabbed in the back, the medical officer did not dare to delay, and quickly took off the dragon scale after a round of inspection, turned around and said: "From the results, it is caused by a very serious trauma, accompanied by Inflammation of the stomach."

Another trauma.

It was exactly the same as the result of the military doctor's diagnosis when the little thing fell into a coma for the first time in Qingqiu that day.

But there was clearly no trace of trauma on this little thing.

Could it be the so-called old injury happening again?

Zhao Yan asked in a deep voice: "Where is the injury? Why can't I see it at all?"

"My lord, this is exactly where I am confused..."

The medical officer pondered for a moment, and said: "I'm afraid there are only two possibilities for this matter. One, the external injury is an old injury, and the injury is on the bone or other places that cannot be seen inside."

Zhao Yan asked urgently, "What is the second possibility?"

"This second type..." The medical officer raised his head, met Shang Xinjun's cold eyes, and said bravely: "The injury is a new injury, but it may have been deliberately covered by some kind of forbidden technique, so it is still regurgitating inside." Pain."

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