After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Qingluan's complexion changed, and she hurriedly greeted her, saying: "Young Master, why did you run out without wearing shoes and socks?"

Chang Ling just looked at her, his black pupils were black and white, and repeated: "Is he leaving?"

Qingluan forced a smile and said: "The servants only heard it from other people, so they can't take it seriously. Even if the emperor wants to leave, he will definitely come to inform the young master first."

After finishing speaking, even I felt that this rhetoric was untenable.For one thing, the young master was clearly having an awkward dispute with the new wolf clan king.Secondly, the young master has not yet formally taken over Qingqiu, and Xiyun is still acting as the agent for military and state affairs.If Zhaoyan is really determined to leave, it seems that he doesn't have to go through the young master.

Chang Ling pursed the corners of his mouth, silently turned around and went back to the hall without saying a word.

Qingluan wants to follow.

Chang Ling said through the door: "Nothing, I want to sleep, auntie go to rest."

The voice was flat and calm, without any emotion.

Qingluan was very regretful.

"It's all my fault for being outspoken. You didn't know how to stop me just now."

Cangjie then said anxiously: "How do I know, alas, what should I do now? How about I try to find out the news?"

The voices of the two came to the ears through the palace door, gradually lowered, and then were completely submerged in the dark night.

Chang Ling was lying on the bed, his black eyes were looking at the roof of the tent. Just like the past few days, he was running and busy all day long. Not only did he fail to completely empty his mind and fall asleep quickly, but it made the Lingtai clearer. stand up.

He felt like something was blocked in his heart, he couldn't touch it, couldn't see it, couldn't pull it out, couldn't melt it, it just lay in the middle, it was uncomfortable.Like a fishbone stuck in the throat.

In the past so long, he rarely had such strange feelings.

Qingluan was afraid that he would be cold, so he still moved the stove into the hall, and warmed a small pot of minced fish porridge on the stove.The fire made the bed tent warm, and the minced fish rolled together with the scent of Lingmi. Chang Ling sat up, walked to the stove with his shoes on, stared at the thick white porridge for a long time, picked up the The spoon scooped up a little and put it in his mouth.

Chang Ling chewed for a long time, and felt that the porridge had no special taste, so he put down the spoon in disinterest, and continued to lie on the bed in a daze.

He expected the physical fatigue to fill up the blankness and emptiness in his mind, but he kept his eyes open until the more drums sounded, and he still didn't feel sleepy, but instead broke out in sweat.

Chang Ling tilted his head and looked at the faint moonlight coming in through the window lattice, thought for a moment, got out of bed again, this time put on his shoes and socks, put on a cloak, and took out a glazed lamp from the cabinet, and pulled it out. He opened the palace door and walked out lightly.

The unique coldness of the night hits the face.

It was silent outside, only the occasional chirping from the corner of the wall. The whole palace was like a sleeping monster, quietly dormant under the sky.

The gatekeeper looked at the long spirit who came with the lamp, and said in surprise: "Young Master, please go out?"

Chang Ling nodded.

The palace people were in doubt, Chang Ling said: "Don't disturb Aunt Qingluan, I will sit on the stone steps outside and be back soon."

Although the palace people didn't quite understand why the young master went to sit outside because there were so many and long stone steps in Chenfeng Palace, but they heard that Chang Ling was not far away, so they didn't dare to disobey the order and opened the palace gate respectfully.

After all, in a few days, the little young master may be on the throne of fox emperor and become the real master of this palace.Not to mention just sitting on the steps, even if they want to leave the palace, they have no right to stop them.

Chang Ling held the lamp and walked slowly along the palace road outside Chenfeng Hall.The pale yellow light of the glazed lamp casts a layer of warm color on the palace walls and stone bricks on both sides, and also impregnates the star-like black eyes and silky black hair of the young man.

On countless starless and moonless nights in the past, when encountering difficult decisions, he has always carried a glazed lamp, quietly flashed out of the palace gate, and walked aimlessly in this quiet narrow passage. Walking back and forth.

He could even tell how many bricks were laid on this palace road.

At that time, the gatekeepers of Chenfeng Palace were two old, weak, sick and disabled palace servants, who dozed off badly at night, often when he left the palace, he just fell asleep, and when he came back, he was already snoring like thunder, so no one found him. Going out privately.And it was impossible for Aunt Qingluan and Grandpa to stare at him twelve hours a day.

He thus gained such freedom.

You can think about your mind without any scruples, and you can let your brain empty without any scruples.

Chang Ling walked all the way to the end of the lane, put down the glazed lamp, leaned against the palace wall, and sat down on the bluestone floor.The glazed lamp circled a small bright space with warm light, and Chang Ling sat with his knees hugged in the light, raised his head, and looked towards the dome.

The crescent moon is like a string, hanging quietly in the sky, dotted with stars around it.It was a rare night with stars and moon.

"Long Ling, the queen mother is going to accompany your father and king. From now on, you have to learn to take care of yourself."

"Why does the queen mother go to accompany the father and the king instead of me?"

"Because the queen mother has a white-headed agreement with your father and king."

"What is the covenant of the white head?"

"It means living together and dying together."

"You lied. The white-headed covenant clearly means that two people will live together until their hair turns gray, but his hair is not gray, and neither is yours. I hate him, because he has a short life, but he wants to pull with you."

"Long Ling! You can't say that about your father. He...he may not be a good father, but he is a great king. Later, you will understand. Everyone living in this world has to The responsibility to bear, your father is the king, the mother is the queen, and you are also."

That was the first time the queen mother beat him.

The queen mother's face has become blurred along with the wind and frost eroded tombstone in the royal tomb, but the burning pain on her cheeks still seems to be there, clear and profound.

He still hates him.

Perhaps, this life will never let go.

Chang Ling's restless heart gradually cooled down.

After sitting with her knees hugged for a while, she lifted the glazed lantern and walked back along the way she came out.

The glazed lamp still surrounds a small bright space with shallow light.

Chang Ling didn't want to waste his brain to find the way, so he lowered his head and walked on the light.

When he was about to reach the palace gate, he stopped suddenly.

Because of a black shadow, appeared in his halo without warning.

The breeze blew past, the glazed lamp swayed, and the shadow also swayed, and immediately settled in the same place.

The long spirit realized something in the chaos and raised his head.

"Why, I haven't seen you for a few days, so you don't know me anymore?"

Zhaoyan was wearing a cloak, with a wine jug hanging on his waist, lowering his eyes and smiling lightly.

Chang Ling looked at him quietly for a moment, and said: "You are blocking my way." He moved the glazed lantern to the side, and prepared to walk around him.

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and directly reached out to grab the man in his arms, blocking him against the palace wall.The familiar breath of spirit grass lingered in his nose, Zhaoyan stretched out his fingers, pushed aside the long spirit hood, then leaned over, with the tip of his tongue deftly prying open the little thing's tightly pursed lips and teeth, plundering and grinding all the way.

The glazed lamp in Chang Ling's hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't push it away, so he stomped on his foot hard.

Zhaoyan let out a muffled laugh, not only did not stop the movement, but became more domineering and deeper, not allowing Chang Ling to have the slightest chance to breathe.

Chang Ling used his trump card and bit him with the tips of his teeth.

The faint smell of rust soon permeated, Zhao Yan clicked his tongue and licked the corner of his lower lip, but his movements became more urgent and crazy, like a night wolf whose head was stimulated.

Until both of them were sweating, Zhao Yanfang stopped panting.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth and stared at him: "Crazy."

Zhao Yan smiled and said: "I am a lunatic, what's the matter, did you know it on the first day?"

"You let me go."

"Don't let it go."

Chang Ling was too angry to speak, so he turned his head and ignored him.

Zhao Yan said with a smile: "It's midnight, what are you doing out with a light on?"

"I want you to manage."

"Let me guess. A certain little fox, because he missed me so much, tossed and turned when he heard the news that he wanted to return to the imperial court. No, so I sneaked out of the palace secretly in the middle of the night with someone behind my back, intending to elope with this gentleman, right?"

"Who wants to elope with you—" Zhang Ling suddenly realized something, and glared at him angrily: "You follow me."

"What is following you, this gentleman is called loving you."

Zhao Yan's gaze softened suddenly, and he said: "I squatted on the roof of Chenfeng Palace for three nights, drinking cold wine every night and looking at you, seeing how tired you are from tossing yourself every day, and still refusing to sleep well I just want to know what you really want for me. I see you getting up, eating, sleeping, and playing with those spiritual materials every day as if nothing happened. You are almost desperate until tonight. Do you know, this gentleman How happy, how happy tonight."

Chang Ling turned his head and snorted: "If I don't say anything today, what will you do?"

"Naturally, keep guarding until the moment you come out with the light for me."

Chang Ling was silent.

Zhaoyan turned the little thing's face, only to find that Chang Ling's eyes were completely red.

Chang Ling broke away from his hand.

Zhao Yan felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't lose my temper with you, let alone get into trouble with you, don't ignore me anymore, okay?"

Chang Ling was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's not your problem, it's my problem."

"I'm too greedy."

Chang Ling knew very well that from the very beginning, he didn't like Zhaoyan, but he was only greedy for the warmth of two people embracing each other to warm each other, for the complete relaxation and emptiness of body and mind after a scene, and the silent catharsis during it. .Even more greedy, with a domineering and pampering attitude, all the gentle behaviors, connivance and protection that this person does.

Maybe it was because he lacked these things too much during the tortuous and complicated growth process, so he greedily sucked these things like drinking honey.

So when Zhaoyan found Qingqiu again, he didn't reject his overture, but took the initiative and stretched out his arms to hug him.At that time, he still knew that he would not live long, but he still selfishly enjoyed this warmth and love.

He didn't think about the consequences of doing this at all, nor did he think about how the other party would go through such a long and long lonely time after he died once he was tempted.

Just like his mother and concubine.

"Let's separate, okay?"

Chang Ling plucked up his courage and said.

The air fell into a suffocating stillness.

Zhao Yan twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and said slowly: "Okay."

"After I die one day, it's up to you."

"I am serious."

"I am also serious. Little thing, feelings are a matter between two people, not you alone. Who I like is up to me, not you. In this world, there are risks in doing anything. , including love. But I am not a three-year-old child, but the king of a country. I can be responsible for my own choices. Whether it is life or death, sadness or resentment, consummation or separation, I can bear it all You don't need to have any psychological burden. Because what you are greedy for is also what I am greedy for, and you don't owe me. If you really have this king in your heart, eat well, sleep well, and wait for me. Please come back, okay?"

Chang Ling had never heard these words before, and fell into silence for a moment, not knowing how to respond, so he raised his head and looked at Zhaoyan in a daze.

Zhao Yan said softly: "Don't say anything else, you just need to answer, is it good or not?"

Chang Ling's eyes slowly heated up, and after a long time, he nodded.

Zhao Yan smiled lightly and said, "That's right."

Chang Ling suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged his waist tightly, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I will work hard and spend more time with you."

Although he had already learned about hope from Yu Xiang, Zhao Yan couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart when he first heard this.

"I know."

He said in a hoarse voice, "I will be back soon."

The two returned to the hall together, Zhao Yan hugged Chang Ling and collapsed on the bed, asking: "Do you want to eat roasted fruit?"

Chang Ling shook his head.

Zhaoyan was very surprised, sat down on the bed and said: "Then what do you want to eat, how about I serve you some porridge?"

Just now when he was squatting on the roof of the hall to drink, he once saw the little thing getting up to drink the porridge with a spoon, so he thought that Chang Ling was hungry.

Chang Ling moved to the side, and patted the open space beside him, signaling him to lie down.

Zhao Yanyuan was about to lie down with all his clothes on, but thinking that the little thing has a cleanliness habit, he took off his shoes, socks and outer robe before squeezing into the quilt.

The two looked at each other.

Chang Ling said: "Arm."

Zhao Yanben was lying on his pillow, not knowing what he was going to do, so he stretched out the arm that was pillowed behind his head.

Chang Ling immediately came over, leaned his head on the pillow, stretched out his hand, and hugged his waist tightly, not allowing him to move.

However, this little thing kept moving by itself, like a little meat worm, obviously looking for a comfortable sleeping position.

Zhaoyan's anger jumped up and down when he was rubbed, and he was just thinking about what he needed to do, but the little thing is not easy to mess with now, he needs to be coaxed, but before the belly draft was finished, a clear and shallow breath suddenly came from his ear .

Turning his head to see, Chang Ling was already curled up in his arms, like a small shrimp, half of his head resting on his arm, half buried in his chest, and fell asleep soundly.Both hands were still tightly grasping his psoas muscles.

Zhaoyan: "..."

This annoying little thing dared to use him as a human pillow.

The glazed lamp reflects warm light and shadow, and the surimi porridge on the stove is still bubbling.Zhao Yan tilted his head, his fingertips slowly stroked and outlined Chang Ling's delicate brow bone, and the corners of his lips slowly revealed a smile.