After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

The young man's black eyes were quiet, he sipped his tea lightly, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.

This is the first time since Xiyun led the army for many years, he had the idea that he couldn't see through a person.Before returning to Qingqiu this time, he had only two impressions of this young master. One was that when Lord Boyan was still alive, Queen Jiang Yin visited the Northland once, and he was ordered to greet him. The one he saw at a glance Xuebai Tuanzi was looking out curiously through the cloud car.Young fox spirits are usually afraid of swordsmanship, but Xiao Tuanzi doesn't admit it. He meets his eyes, tilts his head, and looks at him with wide black pupils, as if he is looking at some rare object.

"Our little young master is not so simple, even you, a ghost in this world, are not afraid of worrying about the big iceberg."

The rest of the generals were booing beside him, but he laughed it off, thinking to himself, he is probably a lawless naughty bastard.Then, as expected, in just a few days, Xiaotuanzi made countless troubles in the army. He was just a little devil king, and he almost had the word "naughty" engraved on his forehead.

When we meet again for the second time, it will be the Battle of Snowfields in the Northern Territory. Lord Boyan died in the battle, and all eighteen generals died except him. He carried the coffin back to Qingqiu. They all faced the direction of the tombstone and cried bitterly. The little boy in snow-white stood upright in front of everyone with an indifferent expression, his black pupils were like a pool of cold pools, and he stared coldly at the tombstone in front of him. He asked with a blank face, and said in a cold tone: "Your Majesty died for the country, and thousands of people worshiped him, and I am not one of them."

He was too shocked and angry to speak.

He couldn't understand, as the only blood of the emperor, how that little boy could say such cold, heartless, unfaithful and unfilial words.Buried under the tombstone is not only his father, but also Tushan Boyan, the emperor of the fox clan who led the fox clan to power and brought infinite hope and light to the fox clan.

Even strangers who have no blood relationship will respect this name.

Also dissatisfied were all the elders of the fox clan and the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty present. They had the qualifications to decide the next candidate for the fox emperor. Bo Hui was pushed to the throne.

The border guards with a veto power stood on the side of the clan elders and did not veto the decision, but they also did not give Xindi Bohui any support or eyes.Before returning to the northern border, he reached a private agreement with the clan elders on behalf of the border guards to retain the position of the young master. As long as the hundred-year-old Mid-Autumn Festival worships the moon, the young master will bow his head and admit his mistakes and pass the test successfully. In Huawei, the throne of Qingqiu still belongs to Boyanjun's upper lineage.

It's a pity that the result of the Moon Worship Conference still greatly exceeded everyone's expectations.The young master with excellent talent and the unique "Heavenly Spiritual Root" not only failed to transform into a tail, but even his spirit was not fully developed.

Apart from laziness and slacking off, he could not find any other reason to explain this matter. So far, the border guards had almost completely abandoned the young master.There is a gap of thousands of miles between the two sides, and no one is willing to take the initiative to give in. There has been a stalemate for nearly 200 years.

200 years.

Xi Yun looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression, tried his best to put away his personal emotions, and said seriously: "The throne of Qingqiu is not a trifling matter, you want it if you want it, and you don't want it if you don't want it, don't mention such stupid talk in the future. "

Chang Ling nodded: "Then it will save us all trouble, and it will be the best."

Because of this sentence, besides stubbornness, arrogance, and conceit, Xiyun put a fourth label on the young man in front of him-no oil and salt.But even so, he still couldn't understand Chang Ling's motivation and purpose for setting up this game.

"Regarding Chu Yunfeng's whereabouts, I have ordered someone to interrogate Zhu Long and all the important court officials who may be involved in this rebellion. The result will be known as soon as tomorrow morning."

Xiyun briefly explained the situation, then picked up the saber on the case, got up and left the hall.Probably because he felt that if he stayed any longer, he would vomit blood from anger.

Chang Ling drank two more bowls of tea carelessly, then lay back on the bed, ready to sleep.

After experiencing a turmoil just now, all the servants and servants in the palace were detained together, and the whole palace was quiet, eerily quiet.

Chang Ling stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a while, and just closed his eyes, suddenly there was a slight movement in his ears, like the sound of tiles moving, coming from the direction of the roof.

Chang Ling opened his eyes vigilantly, and looked up. The roof of the temple was as solid as before, without even a trace of light leaking, and it didn't look like anything would fall.Strangely enough, someone creaked one side of the window and pushed it open from the outside, and a black shadow crawled in from the outside, quite familiar, like a master pickpocket.It's a pity that this "thief" is too tall, and his two long legs are extremely long. When he climbs the window, he has to shrink himself into a ball to avoid getting stuck. relation.

Chang Ling: "..."

Chang Ling looked at the "uninvited visitor" who had changed into a living person in front of him, was stunned, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhaoyan first knocked Qingluan unconscious and put it aside, Fang Ya said with pain: "The man surnamed Xi guards this Shouyang Palace like an iron bucket, and I guard a bird's nest and a nest of chicks on a tree. After squatting for most of the night, I found an opportunity to come in. Do you smell it, does it smell?"

He rolled up his sleeves.

Chang Ling smelled it and shook his head honestly.

Zhaoyan stared at the little thing's black eyes like jewels, leaned over suddenly, brushed the corner of his lips against the little thing's forehead, pressed a kiss lightly, and said, "Do you know how much I miss you?"

His voice was very soft, but the breath he exhaled was hot.It seems that they just reunited after a long absence, and they never experienced the rainstorm and breakup in the Great Van Gogh.

If it was normal, the little thing would have already stretched out his hand and silently hugged his waist.

However, after waiting for a long time this time, there was no familiar feeling of rustling around his waist. Zhao Yan straightened up, suddenly feeling as if his heart had been dug out in half, empty.

Lowering his eyes, he was facing the black and calm eyes of the little thing, which were darker and calmer than ever before.It was his favorite pure color.

The air was still.

Chang Ling said: "Don't do this in the future."

Zhao Yan said in a panic, "If I don't see you, I will go crazy."

After a pause, he said with a stern look: "Since I'm here, you don't want to throw me away so easily."

Chang Ling didn't say anything more, but pulled up the quilt and moved sideways into the bed.

Zhaoyan was taken aback for a moment, then his heart was ecstatic, and he wanted to squeeze and lie down immediately.

Chang Ling glanced at his feet: "Boots."

Zhao Yan took off the black iron combat boots on his feet like a stream, and consciously took off the socks, and couldn't wait to squeeze them on.

Chang Ling gave him half of the quilt, and only allowed him to lie on the other half of the pillow, not allowing him to come closer, and said, "I mean it, Xiyun is not easy to deal with, if you want to see me, I'll go to the post to find you." you."

Zhao Yan didn't answer, but turned sideways, supported his head with one hand, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

He changed the subject too abruptly, and Chang Ling nodded honestly before he could react for a while.

Zhao Yan took out a red spiritual fruit from his spiritual pouch as if offering a treasure, which was picked in the spiritual realm during the day, handed it to Chang Ling, and said, "Taste it."