After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Chang Ling was startled, and wanted to push him away, but his lips were tightly blocked by Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan greedily and cautiously sucked the sweet and fruity aroma between his teeth, as if he was tasting some kind of rare celestial treasure, he didn't dare to overstep the bounds or make any rude moves, for fear of scaring the little thing in his arms away if he was not careful.

The glazed lamp swayed in the wind, pouring a gentle and tranquil halo, and the two shadows projected on the sparkling lake in the distance also swayed with the water waves, as if a lake of gold was crushed.

Zhaoyan was intoxicated in this sweet and somewhat unreal dream in March in the foreign land, there was no killing, no fighting, no intrigue, no intrigue, only what he wanted.Until the nostrils were enveloped by a strong smell of rust without warning.

Immediately afterwards, he belatedly tasted a faint fishy-sweet taste on the tip of his tongue.

Changling reacted very quickly, and before he could recover, he wrestled out of his arms like a loach, ran to the lake, coughed for a while with his back turned to him, wiped himself off quickly, turned around, and looked into the distance. Looking at him, she whispered: "I'm sorry, I suddenly feel a little sleepy, let's... go back."

Zhaoyan's heart ached like a twist.

The Night Breeze, who was still as gentle as a yarn just now, was like a whip, mercilessly waking him up from the sweet illusion.He should have thought earlier that the little thing hadn't recovered at all, and it wasn't so good that he could come out to blow in the middle of the night. The reason why he agreed to bake fruit with him just now was just like the bowl of Bazhen soup, simply leaving some for him. Just thought and comfort.Even, with some kind of secret meaning of farewell.

Zhao Yan walked over, holding Chang Ling's abnormally cold fingertips with trembling fingers, pretending that he didn't notice the bloody smell that had not completely dissipated around him, tried his best to smile, and said, "Okay."

Seeing him like this, Chang Ling seemed to heave a long sigh of relief, his eyes rolled, and he said brightly: "Let's take all the leftover baked fruits back."

"Ah."

Zhao Yan nodded, and let Chang Ling sit on the stone bench to wait, while he walked over, silently picked up the iron tongs, picked out the loquats one by one from the oven, and put them into the food box.

Facing the empty courtyard and a dark palace, with his back to the little thing behind, Zhao Yan's hands suddenly trembled violently, and he picked up a whole fruit with a round round skin that was scorched three times, but failed to pick it up.

"Let me do it."

When the fruit fell into the oven for the fourth time, a hand stretched out from the side.Chang Ling squatted down, took the iron tongs in Zhaoyan's hand, and quickly picked up all the remaining loquat fruits.

"Let's go."

Holding the food box in his arms, Chang Ling tilted his head and looked at Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan has never found it so difficult to stand up, he slowed down, raised his head, looked at the sparkling eyes of the little thing, finally slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and said: "Okay."

Zhao Yan wanted to carry Chang Ling back, but Chang Ling immediately said no.

"The moon and stars are thin tonight, the weather is so good, I want to enjoy the night."

Zhao Yan then took the food box, as before, holding Chang Ling's hand and walking back unhurriedly.The moonlight fell on the shoulders of the two, casting layer after layer of silver light.

The two went out quietly and came back quietly without disturbing the guards in the palace.After Zhang Ling lay down, he blinked his eyes, looked at Zhao Yan who was standing beside the bed like a sculpture, and said, "Aren't you going back to catch up on sleep?"

Zhao Yan said: "You know very well that I will not leave."

The long spirit sighed helplessly, moved inside, and said: "Then mend it here. In short, you have to sleep, and you can't sit here all night long."

Zhao Yan hesitated.

He didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would miss the important moment when this little thing needed him, and then lead to some kind of irreversible consequences.He had to stare at this little thing all the time to be at ease.Letting him sleep is more tormenting than letting him suffer.

Chang Ling said: "If you do this again, I won't keep you."

Zhao Yan could only nod his head, and wanted to lie down with his clothes on.

Chang Ling: "Take off your outer robe, and take off your shoes and socks."

Zhao Yan was amused by his serious appearance, and after doing so, he lay down with his arms on his pillow.

Only then did Chang Ling share half of the quilt and pillow with him, and said, "Go to sleep."

Zhao Yan responded with a smile, but his eyes stared at the ceiling without sleepiness, and his ears paid close attention to the little thing's every breath.Noticing that the little thing's voice was slowly and steadily, he must have fallen asleep, so he sneaked over and stared greedily at the boy's curly eyelashes, straight nose and beautiful jade with the faint light coming in from outside the tent. profile.

This is the most precious gift God gave him, and he will do his best to love and protect this little thing.What's more, in the dark, when he didn't know the existence of this little thing, he already owed him too much.

"No peeking."

Zhao Yan was in a trance when Zhang Ling suddenly stretched out a hand, covering his eyes, and warned fiercely.

"..."

Zhao Yan couldn't help but turn around and lie down. It was pitch black in front of his eyes. The warm jade-like temperature was transmitted to his eyes through the young man's fingers, and the faint scent of spiritual grass from the sleeves of the young man's pajamas lingered at the end of his nose.

The spirit grass seems to have the effect of calming the mind, and the little thing's fingers have recovered their temperature, and they are no longer as cold as a piece of lifeless jade, Zhao Yan's mind gradually relaxes.

He stayed up for three days and three nights in a row, and he was indeed sleepy to the extreme. He didn't feel sleepy only because his nerves had been tense all the time. Now that his heartstrings were loosened a little, it was like a house losing its tallest and largest pillar. It collapsed and fell into a drowsy dream.

This sleep lasted until it was bright the next day, so that when Zhao Yan opened his eyes, he almost sat up in a state of panic.

The surrounding was empty, and there were no traces of small things, except for half of the quilt left for him, the other bedding had been neatly arranged.

Zhaoyan suddenly had a headache, so he put on his robes indiscriminately, and strode out of the hall. Because he moved too quickly, he almost fell to the ground when he got out of bed, and even knocked down the small case at the head of the bed.There was a good bang and bang.

Qingluan was instructing the palace staff to clean up the withered spirit grass in the lake, when she saw Zhaoyan rushing out of the palace with a pale face, she was startled, and was about to approach to ask, but suddenly Zhaoyan rushed over with a few steps, Staring at her with bloodshot eyes, he asked hoarsely, "What about the little thing?"

Qingluan had personally witnessed the scene where Zhaoyan guarded the little young master for three days and three nights without sleep and not letting others approach him. After thinking about it for a while, he knew that Zhaoyan had misunderstood, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the young master is everything. Well, after breakfast, I followed General Xiyun to meet the elders of the clan, and I specially told the servants not to disturb the Lord to rest."

Zhaoyan suddenly remembered that after Xiyun learned the truth yesterday, he deliberately postponed the public trial of the Fox Clan for two days because he needed time to re-plan.If nothing else happened, the clan elders that Xiyun went to see Qingqiu today should have followed their previously agreed plan, exchanging Bo emblems for the retreat of Sirius and the city of Beiyang.

The current situation in Qingqiu is turbulent, as long as those clan elders are not stupid, they will not disagree with such a good deal.However, Xiyun went as soon as he went, why did he bring that little thing with him? Could it be for the selection of the next Fox Emperor?

Thinking of this, Zhaoyan suddenly felt guilty for no reason.

Because he didn't discuss with the little things in advance, he decided to tell Xi Yun all the old things he knew from Yu Xiang before.He vaguely understood in his heart that the matter of burning spirits was an unbearable secret for Little Things, like a bloody wound that would never heal. He would rather lick it silently in the dark, be misunderstood and criticized, than Easily confided to the second person, even the two old servants who grew up with him since childhood.

Burning the spirit lamp burned not only the youth's spiritual roots, but also the pride and spirit of a youth who should have been radiant all his life, and the accompanying heavy shame and resentment.

In this world, no one wants to recall how their pride was destroyed bit by bit, not to mention the tragic years full of blood and despair in the East China Sea Blood Prison.If Xiyun tells the truth in public, will Little Things resent him and suffer a second injury.

The more Zhaoyan thought about it, the more uncertain he became, so he asked Qingluan: "Where are the clan elders?"

Qingluan thought for a while and said, "It's in the ancestral hall behind the altar."

Zhaoyan summoned Qilin and rushed directly to the altar.As a result, as soon as he got outside the altar, he saw Chang Ling and Xi Yun coming out of the back hall one after the other. Chang Ling was wearing a cloak and obediently hugged a hand stove in his arms. The hand stove was wrapped with a layer of deerskin. It was him last night The prepared one.

The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth couldn't help twitching, and just as he was about to meet him, there was a burst of yelling in his ear. When he looked around, he saw a few monk-like people escorting a fat figure with disheveled hair. It was Bo Hui. .

Those monks were clearly wearing fox costumes.Bo Hui's hands and feet were covered with blood, and he was dragged all the way, as if he was half dead. The back of his robe was also full of blood, and there was a red chain on his ankle.

Zhao Yan faintly guessed something, and drove the unicorn slowly to Chang Ling.

Chang Ling looked up at him, his eyes rolled, as if it wasn't surprising that he would come over, he tilted his head to discuss with Xi Yun, "I want to have a few words with him alone, and I'll go find you later."

Xiyun nodded, gave Zhaoyan a warning look, and left first.

I don't know if it's Zhaoyan's delusion, Zhaoyan always feels that although the general looked at him with wariness before, it was just a place where the prey met the intruder, but now there is something else.

As soon as Xiyun walked away, Zhaoyan immediately fished the long spirit onto the beast's back, and walked back slowly.

Zhao Yan was thinking about it, but before he could figure out how to bring up the topic, Chang Ling suddenly said: "I know your kindness, but I want to solve these things in my own way."

"My revenge, I want to avenge myself."

Zhaoyan was taken aback, touched his nose, and asked with a guilty conscience: "You know everything?"

Chang Ling nodded, and said calmly: "Xiyun will not change his attitude for no reason, let alone agree to the deal you proposed for no reason. I knew that you must be acting as a demon in the middle."

Zhaoyan: "..."

Zhao Yan corrected: "What is a demon, I am seeking justice for you."

"That's also a demon."

Chang Ling straightened him up and corrected him.

Zhaoyan laughed, and said: "Actually, although Xiyun is a bit strict and disciplined, he still treats you well. In the future, if there is anything else, don't worry about it yourself, at least tell me, okay. It’s not that a blind cat bumped into a dead mouse and bumped into Yu Xiang, I still have black eyes and don’t know anything, let alone protect you.”

Afraid of irritating the spirit, Zhao Yan deliberately omitted some sensitive words.

How could Chang Ling not know, kept silent, and said: "I know what you mean. But I didn't want to use Xiyun's power before, not because of Xiyun, but just because I didn't want to use his power."

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Zhaoyan was thoughtful.