After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Zhao Yan didn't seem to like him bringing up this topic very much. Hearing this, his eyes suddenly sank, his palms tightened, and he said with a bit of danger: "Do you not trust me?"

Chang Ling caught his displeasure and immediately shook his head quickly.

Zhaoyan was very satisfied with this reaction, hugged Chang Ling, stared at the pair of bright black eyes of the little thing, and said softly and full of control: "Then don't say such stupid things again."

Chang Ling could only nod obediently.

He said all he had to say.Anyway, they always get what they need, he needs to solve his needs, and he is happy to have a warm place to sleep.

warm place.

Chang Ling chewed on this somewhat unfamiliar word, and his heartstrings that had been tensed for several days finally loosened.No matter what happens in the future, at least I can sleep well tonight.

As for the next thing, he needs to plan slowly according to the future situation.

Seeing that the little thing was moving dishonestly again, Zhao Yan held him down and asked, "What's the matter?"

Chang Ling whispered: "The water is cold."

Zhaoyan didn't react for a while: "What?"

"The water is getting cold."

Chang Ling said confidently.

Only then did Zhao Yan realize that he was referring to footwashing water, and suddenly had another toothache.He picked up the copper pot on the side and poured some hot water into the copper basin.Chang Ling narrowed his eyes and curled up his toes comfortably again.

**

When Zhaoyan came back after pouring out the footwashing water, he saw that Chang Ling had already taken off his cloak and outer robe, and was only wearing a new silk inner coat, lying under the quilt obediently waiting for him.

Chang Ling only occupied a small area inside, leaving a lot of space for him.

When Zhaoyan took off his robe and lay down, Chang Ling first stretched out two hands, hugged his waist somewhat jerky, and then slowly wrapped his whole soft body around him.

Zhao Yan was stunned, and immediately understood what was happening, a burst of anger rose from the bottom of his heart for no reason, he turned over, and pushed down the little thing wrapped around him.

Chang Ling closed his eyes tightly, habitually resting his hands on the strong chest above, his eyelashes trembling slightly, waiting for Zhaoyan's next move, and trying to relax his body so as not to disappoint him again.

However, after waiting for a long time, except for the occasional heavy panting from above, he didn't wait for what was expected to happen.

Chang Ling was puzzled and quietly opened one eye, only to be caught off guard by Zhao Yan's deep red pupils.The man's eyes were black and red, and in the darkness, he stared at him as if staring at some hateful prey.

Chang Ling didn't know where he offended him again, out of past experience, he lightly rubbed Zhaoyan's leg with his toe.

Zhao Yan suppressed his anger and said, "Do you think that I just insisted on keeping you in the camp because I was greedy for your body?"

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, and looked at him puzzled.

Sure enough, this was the reaction.

Zhao Yan almost laughed angrily.

He stared at those innocent and clear beautiful black eyes, and said angrily: "Tu Shan Changling, your heart is really hard."

The body wrapped around him froze slightly.

The two looked at each other silently in the darkness. After a while, Chang Ling slowly let go of his arms around his waist and asked in a low voice, "Then what do you want?"

Zhao Yan just looked at him silently, without speaking, the blood in his eyes became more intense.

"You really don't know what I want?"

For a long time, he tried his best to suppress the anger rolling in his chest, and asked in an unusually gentle tone.

Chang Ling stared at him without making a sound.

"I want you."

Zhao Yan sighed and said in a self-deprecating way.

Chang Ling blinked his eyes, then stretched out his hand, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, pursed his lips indifferently: "It's not this."

"Which one is that?"

"Here." He moved his palm and finally stopped at the beating position of Chang Ling's left chest.

The lower body froze again.

"Here." With depressed and deep eyes, he repeated: "Here, will you give it?"

Zhang Ling seemed to have been electrocuted, his lips parted slightly, his chest heaved violently, his whole body seemed to be fixed by something, and he looked at Zhaoyan in a daze.

"I……"

Chang Ling felt that the bottomless black abyss in his heart had suddenly invaded some kind of foreign matter, and he wanted to shatter the armor he had silently forged in the cloak for so many years. He felt a little out of breath as the whistling came, he suddenly let out a sharp and strange cry from his throat, pushed Zhaoyan away forcefully, and fled from the bed.

**

Chang Ling hid directly under the bed.

In fact, Chang Ling regretted it the moment he ran out of bed.

No one knows better than him the overbearing and paranoid possessiveness in that person's bones. How could he make such a low-level mistake at such a critical moment.

But it's too late.

"I-I didn't mean to."

"Please do not be angry."

Chang Ling quickly retreated into the corner and quickly explained, although he knew that the explanation was pale and powerless.

He went through so much trouble, escaped from Muhua, escaped from Fuyu people, accidentally contracted the plague, and finally found a warm and safe place here. I've offended you so much, I'm afraid I'm going to be thrown outside in the rain in the middle of the night.

There are worse outcomes.

In a fit of rage, Zhao Yan directly locked him in the demon-locking platform.After asking out the secret of the altar, kill him.His life is nothing more than adding a bloodstain on the battle flag of the werewolf to expand the territory, which is nothing to worry about.

"Yes, sorry."

Chang Ling said in a low voice again, as if speaking to Zhao Yan, but also as if comforting himself.

Just like at the beginning, he turned back into a caged beast. No matter how much he planned and how careful he was, he would be crushed by a straw flying in mid-air and be powerless to fight back.

Chang Ling hugged his knees and curled up in a corner, biting his lips tightly, his pupils dilated, vigilantly listening to the movements above and outside, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The rustling sound of cloth rubbing suddenly came from above.

Chang Ling immediately held his breath, and shrank back lightly.Until it shrunk to the innermost side, clinging to the tent wall, there was no way to retreat.

Chang Ling opened his eyes wide and looked out vigilantly.

Zhaoyan stretched out his long legs, kicked up his boots, and sat silently for a while, instead of looking under the bed, he got up and walked towards the tent door.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The panicked voice of the soldiers came quickly.

The tent door was completely opened, and the conversation between the two was quickly swallowed by the rain curtain.

The long primate breathed a sigh of relief, he could almost hear his own heartbeat.He forced himself to calm down, and silently calculated in his heart, as long as he took this opportunity to sneak out, lie back on the bed again, and please him, maybe that person would forget the short-term unhappiness just now.

After taking a reassurance pill for himself, Chang Ling began to crawl out with hands and feet.

However, just halfway through the climb, the tent door opened again with a whimper, and a gust of cold wind poured in, but Zhaoyan came back covered in cold rain and chill, holding a spiritual fire in his hand.

Like a loach of long spirits, it quickly shrank back.Clinging to the tent wall, he dared not move.

Zhao Yan walked to the bed and stood still, did not speak, but directly squatted down, holding the spiritual fire in his hand and poking under the bed, said with a toothache: "What's the matter?"

Chang Ling immediately covered his eyes in fright.

"I said, I didn't mean to."

Zhao Yan said: "It's easy to say, you come out first."

Chang Ling shook his head.

"obedient."

"come out."

"I promise not to touch you, okay?"

Zhaoyan coaxed unhurriedly.

But the more he was so gentle and understanding, the more Chang Ling felt that there was a conspiracy.

"I, I don't want to."

"Don't what?"

"Don't..." Chang Ling paused, afraid of angering the other party again, he changed his words: "I'm not in good condition now, the rash on my body is painful and itchy, I'm afraid it's going to be contagious, we'd better not see each other yet."

"It hurts and itches?"

"Ah."

Chang Ling nodded, still covering his eyes with his hands.

A moment of silence.

Zhang Ling quietly staggered his fingers and peeked out, seeing that the light of the spirit fire was still jumping, reflecting Zhaoyan's serious and profound face, he was so frightened that he quickly closed his fingers again, and said, "Don't worry, I will I won’t run around. I’ll just sleep underneath and wait until tomorrow when I’m in better shape before going out.”

Zhao Yan didn't move, and said: "Now the ground is full of water, who told you that the rash can go away if you stay under the bed?"

Only then did Chang Ling realize that his feet were in a mud puddle, and his knees, arms, hands and the hem of his bed robe were also covered with wet mud.It's just that I was in a hurry to escape just now, and I was too nervous and scared, so I didn't notice it.

Chang Ling argued, "I have a pill to avoid water, so I'm not afraid."

"Oh."

Zhao Yan seemed to believe it, paused, and actually stood up holding the candlestick.

It was suddenly dark all around.

Chang Ling felt that he had found his safe space again, and immediately folded his arms and shrank back, pricking up his ears to listen to the movement.

"Bang." Zhaoyan put the candlestick on the small table beside the bed, but did not go to bed, but walked to the door of the tent again, lifted the tent and gave some instructions to the soldiers.

Then he turned back and sat on the bed.

Chang Ling stared at his two long legs, afraid that he would squat down again and coax him out.

But Zhaoyan never moved, just sat like that, not knowing what he was doing.

Not long after, two soldiers came in with a stove and put it on the bedside.After Zhao Yan let people go down, he opened the stove cover casually, threw a few taro into the stove, kicked off his boots, and lay down on the bed with pillow arms.

The unique aroma of roasted taro immediately permeated the tent.Since the stove is facing the bottom of the bed, the aroma from below is particularly strong.

Chang Ling swallowed.

From entering the slave farm to now, he has not eaten a grain of rice or even touched a drop of water, and he is indeed hungry.

Taro is a regular dry food in the army. It can satisfy hunger and is easy to carry and store. It is baked in advance at night and can be eaten directly for breakfast in the morning.Freshly baked taro is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and coated with honey, it is very sweet and delicious.

Changling ate it once when he was very young.

Thinking about it, my stomach couldn't help but growl twice.

Concerned that Zhaoyan was on top, Chang Ling quickly retracted his hands and feet, suppressing the hunger in his stomach, and dared not move any more.

Time passed by little by little, and the only quiet sound in the tent was the sizzling of taro roasting in the fire, the patter of rain outside the tent, and... the sound of long breathing from above.

He fell asleep.

Long Ling thought.

The aroma of roasted taro is too strong to ignore.Even if it is not fully cooked, it is at least half cooked.

He threw several of them in just now, and if he secretly ate one, that person probably wouldn't notice.

Chang Ling endured it for a while, pricked up his ears to listen to the breathing above, and after confirming that Zhao Yan was fast asleep, he crawled out lightly.

There are iron tongs beside the stove, which are used to stir the charcoal fire.

Chang Ling only leaned out half of his body, first carefully opened the stove, tried not to make a sound, then carefully picked up the iron tongs, and picked up a roasted taro with a blackened skin from the charcoal fire.

After getting the taro, Chang Ling dropped the iron tongs and quickly retracted to the bottom of the bed.

The honey pot was placed on the food table in the tent, Chang Ling didn't dare to venture out to get it, so he pounded it a few times, and when the skin of the taro was not so hot, he peeled off the skin and gnawed it.

A taro is eaten quickly.

Even without honey as a condiment, it is very soft and delicious.

After Chang Ling ate the first one, instead of alleviating his hunger, his appetite was aroused, making him even hungrier.

I endured it for a while, but finally couldn't bear it anymore.So Chang Ling sneaked out again, picked up the iron tongs, and grabbed the second one from the stove.

"Tsk, you can eat like that."

A joking voice suddenly came from above.

Chang Ling shook his hand, and the roasted taro rolled down from the iron tongs.

Seeing that the little thing had lost the iron tongs and was about to retract, Zhao Yan chuckled, reached out and pulled him out, pressed him into his arms and said, "You secretly ate all of my breakfast, I will eat it tomorrow What?"

Chang Ling didn't speak, and quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

Zhaoyan was stunned, suspected that he had read it wrong, and forced Chang Ling's ten fingers to look away, only to find that the eyes of the little thing that were always black and shiny were strangely dead white.

Chang Ling was so panicked that he quickly covered it again, not allowing him to look at it.

"what happened?"

After a long time, Zhaoyan opened his mouth to ask, but couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Chang Ling just covered his eyes and didn't speak.

Zhao Yan said: "If you don't tell me, I will find out sooner or later."

Chang Ling's shoulder twitched violently.

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

Seeing that Chang Ling was still stubborn and refused to speak, Zhao Yan sighed: "Why don't we exchange secrets. You tell me the answer, and I allow you to ask me a question, okay?"

When his tone was deliberately gentle, there was an inexplicable calming power, like an experienced hunter who used honey to lure his prey.

"I……"

Chang Ling didn't expect to be so unlucky tonight, so he was bumped into him anyway, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes, it's an old injury."

Zhao Yan didn't seem surprised at all and asked, "What old injury?"

There was another dead silence.

After a long time, Chang Ling asked in a low voice: "I look like this, am I ugly and scary?"

Zhaoyan stretched out his hands to grab the black hair on the back of the little thing's head, and still only asked: "Tell me, how did you get hurt?"

"Do you have to say it?"

"Yes, I must say it."

Zhao Yan's voice was still low and slow, but it was not to be questioned.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth, as if struggling for a long time, Fang whispered: "It's a half-open spirit fox, and when the spirit transformation fails, it will leave sequelae."

"That's how it is."

Zhaoyan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, after all, it is not a good mark, the little thing must feel that speaking out would hurt his self-esteem, so he keeps refusing to speak out.

"When will it disappear?"

Chang Ling immediately said: "Just sleep for a while."

Zhao Yan nodded, but did not continue to ask questions. He reached out to extinguish the candle, stuffed Chang Ling into the quilt to wrap him tightly, and lay down himself, saying: "Okay, it's time for you to ask me."

Chang Ling stayed away from him, confused, and asked randomly: "Mrs. Jun, why did he have to rebel against you?"

"He didn't want to rebel against me, but against the wolf clan."

Zhao Yan's voice suddenly turned serious.

In an instant, he laughed self-deprecatingly again, and said, "However, you are right, he really hates me."

"why?"

"Because I have wolf eyes, unlike my younger brother, who has the eyes of a fox. As early as when I was born, he wanted to throw me into the river and drown him. Later, Jun's father arrived in time. , saved my life.”

He spoke a few words, concisely and casually, but how much harm and unfair treatment did his heart need to swallow in order to transform the pain, unwillingness and grievance of the past hundreds of years into a ray of lightness on his lips today.

Chang Ling didn't say anything more.

Zhaoyan laughed and said, "What's your reaction? You still act like a child of how old I am."

"My lord is now sitting on the entire Western Territory, and I don't need those things that are destined not to belong to me."

After saying that, he turned his head, and with his long arm, pulled Changling and the quilt into his arms, and said seriously and paranoidly: "But you are different, you are destined to belong to me."

Chang Ling subconsciously covered his eyes, trying to get under the quilt.

Zhaoyan's scorching eyes rolled over Zhang Ling's trembling fingers, and said: "It's such a time, are you still afraid of seeing me?"

"Be obedient, let go of your hands."

Chang Ling slowly moved his hands away, his eyelashes trembling like leaves damaged by a strong wind, and after being coaxed by Zhao Yan's soft voice for a long time, he mustered up the courage to open his eyes.

Chang Ling's eyes have changed from a strange dead white to a gray color, and under the wetness, a shadow of black paint can be vaguely found.

"Isn't it ugly?"

"Well, there is a little bit."

Chang Ling's complexion changed, he gritted his teeth, and wanted to cover it again.

"It's cute though."

Zhao Yan immediately added a sentence.

"There are not many white-eyed little foxes in Qingqiu. That gentleman will make a lot of money."

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, then leaned silently on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and allowed himself to indulge in the vigorous and powerful aura that was as strong as the sun for a short time.

**

After days of wandering around, Chang Ling inevitably had a nightmare that night. In the dream, he was not in the form of a human, but a thin white furball. He was rescued by a huge wolf with a big tail on a rainy night. The big-tailed wolf took him back to the den, talked sweetly to him, cared for him tenderly, and gave him delicious taro to eat. He raised him white and fat, with fluffy and soft fur. Suddenly using violence to abolish all his mana, and imprisoning him in the dark demon-locking platform, tortured him every day, forcing him to tell the secret of the altar of the fox clan.The spiritual stele was broken, the altar collapsed, and the blood of the fox family flowed into rivers, and the corpses were strewn across the field.And he, too, had his spiritual core smashed, all the bones in his body were broken, and he was thrown into the sacrificial flag in front of the army. His body was trampled into a puddle of mud by werewolf cavalry.

In addition to the different body shapes, the details in the dream are as real as if they happened.

Chang Ling clasped his fingers tightly to the edge of the bed, waking up in a cold sweat.The light in the tent was bright, and the sweet aroma of roasted taro pierced into the nostrils along the stove, so it was already early in the morning of the second day.

When the guards outside the tent heard the movement, they immediately raised the tent and came in, asking as if facing a formidable enemy: "The young master is awake? Do you want breakfast?"

Because he suffered a great loss from the little fox in Qingqiu, and was almost hacked by the furious Junshang due to dereliction of duty, when the guards faced the long spirits, they were always cautious and vigilant.

Chang Ling was still deeply trapped in the nightmare scene and couldn't get out completely. He shook his head, and just about to get up, there was a clattering sound of iron chains on his wrist.After looking at the sound, he found that there was an iron ring on his right wrist. The iron ring was connected to an iron chain, and the other end of the iron chain was sealed on the bedpost by magic.

Chang Ling's face turned pale, and he looked at Jinwei.

Jinwei scratched his head guiltily, and said, "This curse ring was set by the emperor himself, and this subordinate cannot undo it."

Chang Ling took a deep breath and quickly calmed down, but scenes from the dream involuntarily appeared in his mind.Unknowingly, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Seeing this, Konoe panicked and said, "You..."

"nothing."

Chang Ling resisted the discomfort and said, "You go out first, I want to change clothes."

"Oh well."

Konoe backed out obediently.

Chang Ling changed his clothes, put on his shoes and socks, and tried to walk around the ground twice.The length of the chain was just stuck at the tent door, which meant that the only area he could move freely was this big tent, and he couldn't even get out of the tent door.

Chang Ling tried to pull the chain again, but unfortunately the sealing technique set by that person was extremely strong, and he tried all kinds of tricks but couldn't shake it a bit.

Jin Wei listened to the movement in the tent in fear, fearing that the little fox would forcefully break the restraint, he couldn't figure out what happened, so he hurriedly asked, "Have you changed your clothes, young master?"

Chang Ling thought for a while, let Jinwei in, and said, "I want to come out."

Obviously, the guards had already received the order, and immediately pointed to a corner of the tent, tremblingly said: "There is a Gong barrel over there, the young master can just use it. If, if there is any request, the young master can wait for the king to come back and tell the king .”

"where is he?"

"He? Oh, did the young master tell you about your majesty, your majesty went to discuss matters with some generals early in the morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yan opened the tent and walked in.

As if being pardoned, the guards hastily saluted and retreated with hands and feet.

Zhao Yan opened the stove, picked up some roasted taro with iron tongs, put them on the table to dry, and said with a smile, "Why don't you eat?"

Chang Ling saw that he was pretending to be stupid, so he stretched out his right wrist, exposing the black iron ring on his wrist, and asked as calmly as possible: "Why do you want to do this?"

Zhao Yan was silent for a moment, and said: "I will not let you have another chance to escape from my side."

Chang Ling: "I promise you, I will never walk around, can you, can you untie it, I don't like wearing such things."

"do not like?"

This somehow pricked Zhaoyan's nerve.

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and asked: "Then what do you like, do you like being with him, or do you like hanging out with those Fu Yu people?"

Chang Ling simply couldn't understand where his nonsensical jealousy came from, his chest heaved for a moment, and said: "That's not what I meant."

"Since that's not what you mean, just be obedient and stop playing tricks on me."

Zhaoyan sighed, and said: "I really can't imagine what I will do if you run away again."

Chang Ling sensed that his mood was low, which should be related to the military situation, so he finally didn't dare to provoke him too much, gritted his teeth secretly, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm self-willed."

"I'm just a prisoner. It's understandable for you to do this."

Zhaoyan raised his head, looked at the little thing's clear and pure black lacquer eyes, suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Don't pretend to be pitiful, this time, I won't be fooled by you no matter what."

"Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I will unlock the lock ring for you when this battle is over."

Chang Ling nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhao Yan was obviously satisfied with this response, picked up a round taro from the desk, patiently tore off the skin, and handed it to Chang Ling.

Chang Ling wanted to take it over, but Zhao Yan didn't let go, so Chang Ling took his hand and gnawed slowly.

Not long after, Konoe brought in breakfast again, which were all light and nourishing vegetarian food and slow-cooked Lingmi porridge.Chang Ling didn't know how Zhaoyan made such a delicate thing in the army, and he still ate half a bowl of porridge and a few dishes cooperatively.

Near noon, Ye Xiao came to present an urgent military report to Zhao Yan, and Zhao Yan went out of the tent again to summon the generals to discuss matters.In the evening, the sound of horseshoes and the uniform footsteps of soldiers came from outside the tent one after another, and the whole camp seemed to be in motion. It was obvious that a big battle was coming, and the battalions were stepping up their efforts to mobilize soldiers and horses.

The long spirit couldn't go out, so he couldn't find out the news. He planned to take a nap and wait for Zhaoyan to come back, but I don't know if it was because the iron ring on his wrist interfered with the spirit core in his body. The situation came before his eyes like a phantom, lingering, Chang Ling stood up with cold sweat on his back, sat for a while, took out a pill for repelling epidemics from his spiritual pouch, and swallowed it.

**

Zhaoyan didn't come back until late at night.

After simply taking a shower, he changed into clean clothes, and without saying anything, he tore off the bed curtain and got straight to the point.Chang Ling begged him to untie the lock ring on his wrist in a low voice, but he also turned a deaf ear to it like a bewilderment, causing Chang Ling to be tormented, following his movements, his wrist was strangled with deep red marks, and some places even scratched the oily skin .

This man has too much evil spirit.

Chang Ling endured silently, and when he felt that his wrist was being strangled, Zhao Yan suddenly stopped for an unprecedented time.

"Did it hurt you?"

He lowered his cold eyes, panting in the dark night, and asked in a low voice.

Chang Ling's silk robe was almost soaked, frowned, moved his right wrist with difficulty, and whispered: "Can you untie it first?"

Suddenly, there was a subtle and crisp sound of chain strikes in the air.

Zhao Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a strange red color flooded out of his eyes, and he said, "You want to escape again?"

Chang Ling couldn't bear it anymore and said: "You let me do this kind of thing with it, I suffer a lot."

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, and shifted his gaze to Changling's wrist, and he saw that the iron ring scratched the little thing's snow-white wrist with many red marks, and the edge where it connected with the iron ring was also torn.

Zhaoyan frowned, got up quickly, lifted the tent to light the candle, fetched white cloth and wound medicine, first untied the lock ring, grabbed Chang Ling's wrist, carefully inspected all the wounds, large and small, washed them all with medicinal wine, and opened the medicine Jar, patiently rubbed the medicine on the broken skin, and carefully wrapped the wound with a white folded cloth. After doing this, he still took the lock ring and clasped Chang Ling's uninjured left wrist.

"Be patient, now, I can't untie this thing for you."

He can be called indifferent.

Chang Ling didn't expect him to show kindness at first, but fortunately, the wound on his right wrist has been treated, and he is already feeling much better, so he won't be inflamed and swollen into a steamed bun tomorrow morning.

Then he whispered: "Wearing it, I really can't cooperate with you freely, can you, please don't touch me first."

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