After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Until the evening, Zhaoyan did not appear.

Chang Ling hadn't eaten for a day, was very hungry, and because of the lack of water, he was too hungry, so he curled up on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The nightmare that had been going on for two days in a row reappeared, in a more realistic way.

Chang Ling woke up with a burst of thunder, sat up panting, opened his eyes, and found a wet figure sitting beside the bed, immersed in the darkness like a statue, motionless.

It was Zhaoyan.

His whole body was like a beast in a cage, exuding a compelling coldness and killing intent.

Chang Ling quickly calmed down, stretched out his fingers, tentatively tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked softly, "When did you come back?"

Zhao Yan turned his head slowly, his eyes were filled with dense scarlet.

Chang Ling was startled secretly, as if his throat was being strangled, he couldn't say the following words no matter what.

"Half an hour."

Zhao Yan suddenly opened his mouth.

"……Oh."

Chang Ling couldn't imagine that this person sat in front of the bed like a clay sculpture for half an hour without waking him up or touching him.

"Then, then I'll pour you tea."

Because there was no food, Chang Ling put the tea on the stove to keep it warm.With this movement, there was another sound of chain strikes.

Zhao Yan frowned when he heard the sound, and stretched out his hand to hold Chang Ling.

"no need."

He said with a blank face, and then picked up a piece of rice porridge from the table beside the bed.After stirring for a while, he scooped up a tablespoon and handed it to Chang Ling's mouth, saying, "Eat."

The aroma of Lingmi mixed with taro is tangy.

Only then did Chang Ling realize that this was the meal he had specially brought for him, he was startled, and obediently opened his mouth to eat it.

Zhaoyan held the bowl and continued to feed it spoon by spoon tirelessly. When the bowl of porridge was empty, he put down the bowl and said calmly, "Go to sleep."

Seeing him getting up to leave, Chang Ling subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhao Yan said: "You don't have to worry about it."

These words actually had a faint taste of anger.

Chang Ling opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt unable to say anything.

When he got to the door of the tent, Zhao Yan suddenly turned around again.

The scarlet red in his eyes faded a lot, and in the dark night, the wolf eyes radiated a cold light.

Chang Ling was about to lie down, but when he saw this, he immediately pulled up his whole body and looked at him vigilantly.

But Zhaoyan finally turned around and left without saying anything.

It was still the same in the next few days, Zhaoyan always disappeared during the day, and then fell from the sky like a ghost in the middle of the night, appearing in the tent dripping wet, and disappeared after feeding him porridge.

The range of the lock ring has also been reduced.The long spirit can only move around the bed, and can't even touch the tent door. The only perception of the outside world every day is the sound of a horn that suddenly sounds at a certain time.

Judging from the frequent mobilization of soldiers and horses in large numbers, this war is clearly coming to an end.

The uneasiness in Chang Ling's heart became tighter day by day.He did have selfish intentions in saving Mrs. Jun. He thought that Zhaoyan couldn't let go of the mother-child friendship, so he dared to take the risk.But Zhaoyan is almost indifferent to him now, keeping him in this large tent of the Chinese army like a captive prey, except coming to feed him a bowl of porridge at night to prevent him from starving to death, and even his personal guards do not allow him to touch , obviously already wary of him to the extreme.

Is this move really wrong?

There are many things that are inconvenient to do in the army now. When the war is over, will that person be locked in the demon-locking platform as in the dream, and tortured to ask the secret of the altar of the fox clan?

That would be his only value if not physically exploited.

Probably because of some kind of spiritual suggestion, Chang Ling began to be tortured by nightmares and couldn't sleep all night, and occasionally fell asleep for a short time, like drowning, and would wake up in less than half an hour.

Every day when Zhaoyan came to feed the porridge, it was the only time Chang Ling could relax a little.Although no matter how soft and hard he is, Zhao Yan refuses to let him go out for a breath of air.

"What about him?"

This day and night, it was not Zhao Yan who came to deliver the porridge, but the guard who hadn't appeared for many days, Chang Ling was very strange.At the same time, some bad thoughts sprouted in his heart more and more.

The guard scratched his head habitually, and said: "I don't know, I should be discussing with the generals, after all, the squadron will return to the court tomorrow."

"I need a class teacher tomorrow."

"Yes."

Jin Wei suddenly understood that the little fox had been confined in the tent for the past few days, and it was normal not to know the news from outside.

"This battle was a great victory. Chu Yunfeng led the remnants to flee in embarrassment, and the other rebels have also been wiped out. This morning, Dazhu Kingdom personally brought the Qinglang Division to welcome the Lord. It must take two days to get out of the camp."

"Oh, by the way, your majesty has told you that this porridge must be drunk while it's hot. The young master should drink the porridge first."

Chang Ling picked up the bowl, and the lock rings on his wrists were inevitably exposed, and they collided with each other, making a crisp sound.Chang Ling frowned, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the guard standing aside like a wooden stake, put down the bowl, and said, "You can go out now."

The guard said awkwardly: "Your Majesty ordered that the subordinates watch the young master finish eating."

Chang Ling said indifferently: "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. It's just that I'm really not used to having outsiders around when I eat. I hope you understand."

Konoe was too embarrassed to stick around any longer, so he could only back down.

Chang Ling picked up the bowl again, finished the porridge quietly, then lay back on the bed, looked at the top of the tent, and rearranged his thoughts.

He must see Mrs. Jun.

He can't sit still like this anymore.

Long Ling thought.

It's just not easy.

For one thing, as the main criminal who conspired with Chu Yunfeng in the rebellion, although Chang Ling used the excuse of laying a gu to forcibly clean up Madam Jun, he could not convince the public.Mrs. Jun's tent must be heavily guarded by soldiers, and I'm afraid it's hard for even a fly to fly in.

Secondly, he himself was locked by Zhaoyan with a lock ring, so he couldn't move even an inch.

The only chance, I am afraid, is on the way back to the court tomorrow.But Chang Ling couldn't guess how Zhaoyan would arrange him.In case Zhaoyan wanted to share a car with him again, it would be difficult for him to act.

With so much on his mind, Chang Ling rarely slept well in the middle of the night, although he was still awakened by nightmares in the second half of the night.

**

The next day the army really broke out.

The sky was bright and sunny, and it took on a new look. The rain that lasted for several days stopped along with this war that was enough to shake the entire western region.

Chang Ling was placed on a separate cloud car, and before he could sit still, the curtain of the car opened with a whoosh, and Zhao Yan sat in.

The two had been meeting each other at night before, and they could barely see each other's faces. At this time, seeing the bright sunlight from the car window, Chang Ling realized that Zhao Yan had lost a lot of weight, and there was a layer of light green beard on his chin. Look gloomy and haggard.Reminiscent of how this person always came back from the outside wet in the middle of the night recently, Chang Ling couldn't help but wonder what this person was doing.

"you……"

"I'm fine."

Zhao Yan said indifferently, and then his eyes fell on Chang Ling's wrists still wearing lock rings. Seeing that the joint between the shackle and the skin was obviously red, he frowned and said, "Are you scratched again?"

Chang Ling hurriedly hid his wrist in his sleeve and said, "It's nothing."

Zhao Yan stared at it for a moment, didn't speak, turned around and got out of the car. When he came in again, he had medicinal wine, ointment and a stack of white cloth in his hand.

"Hand out."

His tone is still light, no emotion can be heard.

Chang Ling thought for a while, then stretched out his badly bruised right wrist.

"Two."

Chang Ling could only stretch out both hands.

With a wave of Zhaoyan's palm, he used the unsealing technique, and the two lock rings fell off in response.

After seeing the wound clearly, Zhaoyan was taken aback.The little thing's skin was crystal clear and white, but at this moment, the two wrists were red and swollen, especially the junction of the skin and the shackles. Due to long-term friction, not only were there abrasions and broken skin, but even severe inflammation and erosion marks. It was a bit shocking to look at, as if it had been cut off from the whole arm to a separate section.The right wrist is more serious than the left wrist due to old injuries.

This obviously did not happen in a day or two.

Zhaoyan felt an unknown fire in his chest, and asked, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, and said: "It's just a small injury, there is really no need to bother you."

Chang Ling was indeed not being polite, nor did he delay his death on purpose, but even he himself did not realize that the scratch on his wrist would be so serious. These days, he is tortured by nightmares every day, and he feels more mental pain , the body is ignored.

What's more, compared with the backlash force of the water cut off, this flesh and blood injury really doesn't make any sense.

trouble.

This was the second time I heard this word from this little thing.

Zhaoyan's expression turned cold, and he didn't speak any more. He grabbed Chang Ling's wrist, dipped it in the medicinal wine, washed the scratched area little by little, spread the ointment evenly, and wrapped it up with a white folded cloth.

The two wrists were quickly dealt with.

Chang Ling still maintained the posture of reaching out, and said, "You can put it on."

Zhao Yan paused for a moment before realizing that Chang Ling was referring to the lock ring.

"no need."

Chang Ling's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Zhao Yan had finally shown his kindness, so he heard Zhao Yan say, "It's the same as locking the feet."

Chang Ling: "..."

Zhaoyan's face darkened suddenly: "Why? Don't you want to? Or do you want to go to a tryst with outsiders behind my back?"

"I do not have."

"It's fine if you don't."

Zhaoyan grabbed the little thing's ankle, fastened the two lock rings expressionlessly, then got up and left.

The two of them have been cold for the past few days, Zhaoyan's attitude is also unprecedentedly alienated and indifferent, and he doesn't touch him even at night, Chang Ling is used to it, but it's just strange, the war is over, and Mrs. Jun is gone, how does this person look like His temper got worse instead.

**

At noon, the army rested in the field.

The head camp directly set up a big pot in the wild to cook food, while the soldiers sat on the ground in a circle and shared the food.Chang Ling couldn't get out, so he lay down on the side of the car window while the guards were delivering meals, looking for the sight of Mrs. Jun while watching the scenery.

"doing what?"

The familiar deep voice sounded without warning.

Chang Ling covered the car window and explained, "I'm just getting some air."

Turning his head, he saw that Zhaoyan was holding a tray in his hand, his eyes were heavy, no emotion could be seen.But needless to say, it definitely has nothing to do with happiness.

Chang Ling hurried over, took the tray and put it on the table, and said, "Thank you."

There is a porridge, a taro cake and a boiled wild vegetable on the tray, which is obviously a meal for one person.

Chang Ling picked up the chopsticks to eat, but found that Zhao Yan was still sticking there, he didn't intend to leave, and he couldn't eat by himself, so he could only push the tray to the middle, glanced at him, and asked, "You, would you like a dish?" Do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yan asked indifferently: "Want to go out?"

Chang Ling hurriedly shook his head: "No."

"I really just wanted to get some air."

"If you don't believe me, let them seal the windows."

Zhao Yan frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

The two were in a stalemate, when the guard suddenly ran over, stood outside the car tremblingly, and said with a troubled expression: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Jun, he, he still refuses to eat."

The air was still.

Zhao Yan's originally frowning brows sank immediately.

The guard obviously sensed the suppressed anger of the new king, and stood still, too frightened to vent his breath.

Chang Ling keenly caught the key words and asked, "Hasn't Mrs. Jun eaten all this time?"

Jin Wei nodded quickly: "Yes, Mrs. Jun has refused to eat since she woke up."

"Since he doesn't want to eat, let him starve."

The corners of Zhaoyan's mouth were coldly pursed into a line, and said with a bit of boredom.

The guards were about to step back tremblingly, but Chang Ling suddenly said, "Wait."

A sharp and cold gaze immediately pierced like a knife.

Chang Ling calmly met Zhao Yan's gaze and said, "Why don't you let me try it."

"This is your territory, and there are tens of thousands of Xuanling cavalry, so I can't escape."

Zhao Yan had a cold face and did not speak.

Chang Ling stretched out his finger, gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said softly, "Besides, if Mrs. Jun really dies from a hunger strike, it will not be good for you. After all, you are connected by flesh and blood... mother and child."

"Don't say it."

"You can go if you want."

Zhaoyan frowned, and twitched the corners of his mouth ironically.

Chang Ling wanted to say something, but Zhao Yan just went to the lock ring for him with no expression on his face, and walked away with a flick of his clothes.

**

Mrs. Jun, Mu Hua, leaned against the brocade couch in the cloud car with a pale complexion. She was still wearing the mud-spattered feather coat, a few locks of hair hanging down on her forehead like vines, her eyes were as cold as the moon, and she refused to drink. medicine, and refuse anyone's service.

The military doctor and the servants in charge of serving all knelt aside in fear, not knowing what to do with this high-ranking Mrs. Jun who was suspected of treason.

Until Chang Ling came over.

The little fox is Junshang's new favorite, looks delicate and weak, and has a good temper, much more amiable than the cold and violent Junshang.The military doctor rubbed his hands in thought.

"According to what the young master said before the battle, Mrs. Jun was bewitched by Chu Yunfeng, but why did I use dragon scales to check Mrs. Jun's body, but did not find any traces of Gu?"

The military doctor pondered for a moment, trying to save the country in a curve, to get some information about Mrs. Jun's condition from the little fox.

Chang Ling: "Of course it's because your medical skills are not good."

Military doctor: "..."

The goatee on the military doctor's face trembled twice, he almost didn't choke to death, his throat trembled twice, and he argued for his dignity: "The old minister has practiced medicine for hundreds of years, even if he can't be called highly skilled, he would never even treat a Gu Even the insects can’t be detected. What’s more, the misdiagnosis rate of dragon scales is almost zero... The old minister dared to ask the young master, what is the shape of the Gu insect, what is its size, and how did it grow into Mrs. Jun’s body?”

Chang Ling said directly: "This is the scope of my lord's skills, how could I know."

Military doctor: "..."

The military doctor almost fainted.

You must know that cultivators are the most taboo of worms and crooked dirty things, especially in densely populated places like the army, which can easily cause panic.If Mrs. Jun really has Gu in her body, as a medical officer, he must take it out and incinerate it as soon as possible, so as not to cause a big Gu to breed a small Gu, Gu to have Gu, and Gu to grandchildren, which is a very frustrating situation.

If the patient does not cooperate, if the basic situation and transmission path of the Gu worm can be learned through other channels, it will naturally produce a multiplier effect with half the effort.Who would have thought, the little fox is also a clueless person.

The military doctor suddenly felt that a lot of hair was going to fall out again.

"Okay, let's all go back."

Mu Hua coughed, with a look of exhaustion in the eyes of an old horse, he beckoned, let Chang Ling sit down in front of him, and asked unwillingly: "Why do you want to meddle in your own business?"

Chang Ling said: "I'm not meddling in my own business, but for myself."

Mu Hua was surprised: "You?"

Chang Ling nodded: "I have something, I want to ask my wife for confirmation."

Mu Hua signaled him to say.

Chang Ling: "Madam, do you know about the 'Soft Moon Spirit Armor'?"

"Soft Moon Spirit Armor?"

Mu Hua pondered and said: "Isn't that something from Qingqiu? I heard that the former fox emperor Tu Shan Boyan, your father, took the moonlight from the Weaving Moon Bridge on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and weaved it with the breath of the king. Tulle is the most indestructible body armor in the world. It can resist almost all external spiritual power and magic weapon attacks. It ranks first in the list of immortal artifacts in Xianzhou. When I was young, I heard from my master that Tu Shan Boyan made a total of He bought two Soft Moon Spirit Armor, one for Fox Empress Jiang Yin, and the other... He is the Eight-Tailed Fox Emperor himself, and his cultivation has reached the peak, so he shouldn't need this thing, I guess, it should be Here you go, little one."

Chang Ling didn't answer this question, but said without hiding his disappointment: "It seems that Madam doesn't know the inside story."

Mu Hua seemed to understand something at this moment, and his pale and calm face rarely showed surprise: "The other Soft Moon Spirit Armor is not on you?"

"No, Mr. Boyan only has one wife and one son in this world. If he doesn't give it to you, who will he give it to? You purposely asked me this question. Could it be that... the spirit armor fell into the hands of a werewolf?"

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