After dressing as a delicate beauty, I got married

The overused oral mucosa, throat, tongue, and jaw are already protesting, but Ye Changyao is dazed by the lingering bloody smell.

After a while, he felt the endless soreness. If he struggled for another hour, his jaw might not be able to close.

It is definitely not a long-term solution, he has to think of other ways.

He went to rinse his mouth, and then came to Yun Zuo with a basin of water, wiped Yun Zuo clean, and changed into a suit of obscene clothes and trousers.

He actually swallowed a lot just now, but there are still some residues.

Yunzuo slept very peacefully, he rubbed Yunzuo's wet forehead hair, it was already night, and he hoped that Yunzuo could have a good night's sleep.

He sat on the side of the bed, looked at Yun Zou, and said like a mosquito: "What should I do to save you from suffering?"

Yun Zuo naturally wouldn't answer him.

He extinguished the candle, and the room was instantly engulfed in darkness, but the smaller half was covered with a layer of silver light.

It's full moon again.

He had no interest in admiring the moon at all, and suddenly thought that Yun Zuo had lost too much water, and the teapot in the room was out of tea, so he went downstairs with the teapot.

It was time for dinner, and the lobby was full of diners.

He was waiting at the side, and was about to ask the second brother to fill the teapot when he was free, when he suddenly heard a diner say, "The number one scholar seems to be missing."

Another diner at the same table was surprised and said: "Why did Zhuangyuan Lang disappear? Don't talk nonsense."

The conversation between the two was overheard by the diners at the next table, and a young man who looked like a scholar asked, "Why did Zhuangyuan Lang disappear? I just had a discussion with Zhuangyuan Lang yesterday."

The diner who mentioned Zhuangyuanlang's disappearance said: "I live next door to Zhuangyuanlang. Zhuangyuanlang is filial. Every day when I go out to do business, I can see Zhuangyuanlang carrying the steaming breakfast bought for his grandmother, but today I but did not see him."

"It's because you're overthinking it." The scholar guessed, "Xu Zhuangyuanlang got up a little late today, or maybe he got up early, and the time when you went out to do business was different, so you didn't see him."

Seeing that the second brother was free, Ye Changyao stopped listening to their conversation, and immediately went to the second brother, handed the teapot over, and said politely, "Please fill the teapot up."

The little second brother was nimble, and he came back not long after.

"Thank you." Ye Changyao took the teapot and went upstairs.

He went to see Yunzou first, and saw that Yunzou was just sleeping, so he put the teapot on the table.

His throat was sore, but after speaking less than ten words with the second brother, the pain seemed to be torn apart.

He poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and then lay down on the soft couch.

He must rest, and he must heal his throat quickly.

How about going to buy some medicinal materials?

Thinking of this, he went out, bought medicinal materials and came back, fried them secretly, and drank them secretly.

The rest of the medicinal materials were hidden by him.

On June [-]th, Yun Zuo, who was in estrus, was a little bit modest at first, but soon lost his mind.

Ye Changyao secretly decocted the medicine himself and drank it.

On June [-]th, Ye Changyao could feel that his throat was swollen, and his oral mucosa, tongue, jaw, and even his teeth felt tight.

In recent days, Yunzuo fell into a coma as soon as he was released, and it was rare for him to wake up.

On June 21st, when Ye Changyao was wiping him, Yun Zuo raised his hand to stroke Ye Changyao's cheek and said, "I'm sorry, is it hard?"

Ye Changyao couldn't speak, but just shook his head.

Yun Zuo didn't notice what Ye Changyao was hiding, and said with a bright smile: "I'm much better now, next time, you can let me suffer by myself."

"No..." Ye Changyao couldn't help uttering a word, and it was this word that exposed him.

Ye Changyao's voice seemed to contain a handful of gravel, and the pain in it was clearly revealed. This voice invaded Yun Zuo's cochlea, making his body tremble, and his eyes were immediately covered with a layer of watery light.

"Ye Changyao..." He sat up on the ground, looked at Ye Changyao, and burst into tears, "I went too far..."

Now that Yunzuo found out, Ye Changyao simply opened his mouth and said, "It's not your fault, it's the fault of the heat."

Yun Zuo's eyes were blurred by tears, and he tried desperately to wipe away the tears, but he couldn't wipe them clean.

Ye Changyao took Yunzuo into his arms and kissed Yunzuo's tears carefully.

Bitterness and fishy smell mixed in the mouth, turning into an extremely strange taste, which forced Ye Changyao to vomit suddenly.

He had to let go of Yun Zuo, went out, and vomited.

He rinsed his mouth before returning to Yunzuo's side.

At first, every time he did that, he would feel nauseated, but later on, he got used to it.

It must be because of the swelling in his throat that he really spit it out?

Yun Zuo hugged Ye Changyao, and ordered: "I won't allow you to do that again."

Ye Changyao didn't agree, but said: "I'll be fine after drinking the medicine, you don't have to worry."

"Medicine?" Yun Zuo said angrily, "Do you have to drink medicine behind my back every day?"

Ye Changyao remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescing.

On June 22, Yunzuo huddled at the end of the bed by himself, refusing Ye Changyao's approach.

However, Ye Changyao forcibly opened Yun Zuo's body, checked the wound, and saw that blood scabs had grown from the wound, he had an idea, and went to buy a valuable silk.

Wrapping it in satin should prevent the nails from breaking the scabs.

Facts have proved that this method is feasible.

On June 23, Yun Zuo wrapped his body softly around Ye Changyao's waist and kissed Ye Changyao.

He was indulged in the sweet kiss, but the tip of his tongue suddenly told him something: Ye Changyao's oral mucosa was torn.

It was clearly his fault.

His eyes turned red immediately, he suddenly pushed Ye Changyao away, and kept saying to Ye Changyao, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Ye Changyao ignored his struggle, hugged him in his arms, and whispered: "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt too much, and it will get better soon."

Ye Changyao was too considerate, which made his eye sockets hotter than his body. He sniffed, endured and endured, and finally cried in Ye Changyao's arms.

Ye Changyao caressed Yun Zuo's back, and coaxed him clumsily: "Yun Zuo... my lady, my lady, don't cry."

lady...

Yunzuo never thought that he would become someone else's wife one day.

But when these two words were called out from Ye Changyao's mouth, it was like touching the soft heart that Ye Changyao gave him, making him jump for joy.

He smiled through tears, put his left ear to Ye Changyao's lips, and demanded: "I like you to call me your wife, call me a few more times."

Although Ye Changyao's throat has improved, it hasn't healed yet, so he stopped after listening to his wife a few more times: "When your throat is healed, call me my lady again."

Ye Changyao said with a smile: "If you want to listen a few times, I will call you to listen."

On June 24, at lunch time, Ye Changyao went downstairs and ordered matsutake and scallop porridge, fried buns and golden cakes.

He was sitting in the lobby waiting, when he saw two yamen servants carrying a stretcher past the entrance of the inn. The stretcher was covered with a layer of white cloth, and the smell of dead bodies was everywhere. Obviously, the person lying on the stretcher must be a dead body. Dead bodies over three days old.

As yamen servants, they must be used to seeing life and death, but what is strange is that these two yamen servants actually walked forward and wept at the same time.

Can the dead be...

He suddenly remembered what he had heard before—the number one scholar seemed to have disappeared.

Could it be that Zhuangyuan Lang really disappeared, and could the deceased be Zhuang Yuanlang?

If it is the number one scholar, it is no wonder that the two yamen servants will cry silently.

On June 25, relief alone was not enough, Yun Zuo fell in Ye Changyao's arms, with tears in his eyes, and endured.

On June 27, Yunzuo was drenched in sweat, and tentatively asked Ye Changyao, "Would you like to hug me?"

Ye Changyao is not a fool, so he has already noticed that something is wrong with Yun Zuo.

In the past, as long as he did this, Yun Zuo would fall asleep from exhaustion, but today, his hands were already sore and limp, but Yun Zuo showed no signs of drowsiness, and the silk in his hands was only slightly stained .

He thought hard, and finally suggested, "How about using your fingers?"

Fingers should hurt less?

Yun Zuo was not satisfied, but his fingers were also good.

Therefore, he immediately nodded and said, "Well, I like your fingers."

Ye Changyao moved his fingers, and a box of wound medicine in his luggage flew into his palm immediately.

He applied the wound medicine to his index finger, and began to explore tremblingly.

Yunzuo himself had never done this before, nor had anyone else done it before, but his warm body showed no resistance.

He shyly buried his face in Ye Changyao's neck, breathing disorderly.

Ye Changyao was extremely careful, and it took him an unknown amount of time to get it done.

Yunzuo tasted the excellent taste that he had never tasted before, and at the same time couldn't help kissing Ye Changyao.

Ye Changyao catered to Yun Zuo's kiss, and then put the teardrops at the end of Yun Zuo's eyes into his mouth.

On June 29, Ye Changyao's throat finally healed. Yun Zuo kissed the Adam's apple softly, and said with a sob in his mouth: "It's fine, you can talk more, I like to hear you talk."

But when the words fell to the ground, Yun Zuo covered Ye Changyao's lips again, and said nervously: "It's better not to talk, your throat is almost healed, you need to rest well."

On the fourth day of July, fingers are almost useless.

On the ninth day of July, Yun Zuo couldn't stand it anymore, and was finally driven by instinct, hugged Ye Changyao tightly, crying and begging: "Husband, hug me."

Ye Changyao sighed and stroked the bloody scab on Yun Zuo's lips with his fingers, remaining silent.

There is no other way, the pain that Yunzuo has endured is piercing through Yunzuo's trembling body to the tip of his heart one by one.

But if this is done, what will be the consequences?

But if you don't do this, what are the consequences?

Comparing the two, is it the former or the latter that can make Yunzuo suffer less?

Ye Changyao didn't know, so he asked Yunzou solemnly: "If I hug you, do you know what will happen?"

Yunzuo replied: "I don't know what the consequences will be, I just know that I want you to hug me."

What should I do?Do you follow what Yun said regardless of the consequences?

But if this is not the case, he can only watch Yun Zuo suffer.

Under the balance of the two, Ye Changyao traced Yun Zuo's eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips: "That's it."

"Yeah." After a long time, Yun Zuo felt an unprecedented taste that was enough to rewrite his life. How could his fingers match it?

His body has been boiled by the heat of estrus as if he has no bones, and the hot sweat seems to be scalding every inch of skin. He closed his eyes, feeling the connection of life and the joy of extinction.

He suddenly felt that his Adam's apple was being bitten, so he opened his eyes.

Ye Changyao's sweat fell drop by drop, adding another layer of moisture to his damp skin.

He looked at Ye Changyao, and said impatiently: "Husband, I am happy with you."

He couldn't think of words anymore, he should have used sweeter words.

Every time Yun Zuo uttered a word, the cinnabar mole on the tip of his tooth would tremble slightly, as if he was teasing the tip of his tooth.

"My lady, I'm also pleased with you." After saying that, Ye Changyao pleased the cinnabar mole lying on his Adam's apple for a while.

"I finally became a real husband and wife with you." Yun Zuo rubbed his forehead against Ye Changyao's cheek, and hugged Ye Changyao even tighter.

His body is like a flat boat, with nothing to rely on, bumping endlessly in the rough ocean.

His consciousness gradually slackened, and with the last sliver of clarity, he covered the coincidence.

A satisfied sigh escaped from his mouth.

Ye Changyao withdrew, poured a cup of warm water, and fed it to Yunzou.

Yun Zuo lost too much water, his lips were cracked, especially around the blood scab, it was extremely dry.

Yunzuo was half asleep and half awake, swallowing the warm water from Ye Changyao's mouth, full of satisfaction.

After Ye Changyao finished feeding the warm water, Yun Zuo had completely passed out.

Ye Changyao carried Yunzuo into the bathtub with his arms and bathed Yunzuo.

Fortunately, because of the previous few days, Yun Zuo was not injured.

After taking a bath, Ye Changyao hugged Yunzuo to lie down on the soft couch, changed to a dry mattress, and then carried Yunzuo back to the bed and fell asleep.

On the tenth day of July, when the rain was harvesting and the rain was resting, Ye Changyao kissed Yun Zuo's cheek again and again. Yun Zuo was much haggard, but his whole body exuded an indescribable charm.

Yunzuo inserted the five fingers of his left hand into Ye Changyao's, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I want to use some food."

It has been a long time since Yunzuo asked himself for food, Ye Changyao was very excited: "What do you want to eat?"

"Salted egg yolk chicken wings, vegetable lard residue and taro soup..." Yun Zuo thought for a while and added, "Xi Shi Tongue."

Ye Changyao took a bath with Yunzuo in his arms before going downstairs.

Yunzuo rubbed his hungry stomach, and looked at the door eagerly, waiting for Ye Changyao to come back.

He never felt hungry after the estrus started, but now he feels very, very hungry.

As soon as Ye Changyao pushed the door and entered, he saw Yun Zuo's entangled gaze, put down the food table in his hand, walked in front of Yun Zuo, and couldn't help laughing: "Are you hungry?"

Yun Zuo fluttered into Ye Changyao's arms like a newborn chick, and said softly, "I'm so hungry."

Ye Changyao felt Yun Zuo's total dependence, kissed Yun Zuo's forehead, and asked, "Can't you stand up?"

"Well, it's weak from the waist down, and I don't have any strength." Yun Zuo said shyly and frankly, "But it's very comfortable."

Ye Changyao's heart throbbed, and he asked again: "Can I sit down?"

Yun Zuo shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

"I'll bring the food table here." Seeing Yun Zuo nodding his head, Ye Changyao went to bring the food table and put it on the low table in front of the bed.

Yun Zuo couldn't wait to grab the salted egg yolk chicken wings and eat them, his hands and lips were full of oily gas.

Ye Changyao served Yunzuo a bowl of soup with vegetables, lard, dregs and taro, took a spoonful, and brought it to Yunzuo's lips.

Yun Zuo ate the green vegetable lard dregs and taro soup, and took the bamboo chopsticks to clamp Xishi's tongue.

This Xishi tongue is steamed, only salt and ginger are added, and there are no other condiments. It tastes delicious and soft.

It was the peach harvest season, so in addition to the third-grade dishes Yunzuo ordered, Ye Changyao also ordered a bowl of peach ice powder.

Yunzuo ate the vegetables, and was fed a big bowl of rice by Ye Changyao.

After eating, he obediently asked Ye Changyao to wipe the oil from his lips and hands for him, then picked up the peach ice powder and started eating happily.

Yunzuo's condition is much better than before, and Ye Changyao can't help but regret it, because he worried too much, he should have talked with Yunzuo earlier, so that Yunzuo can go through the estrus safely.

He stretched out his hands to comb Yun Zuo's black hair, and said apologetically, "It's my fault, I taught you to suffer for a full month and ten days."

Yun Zuo was holding a large piece of peach ice powder in his mouth, hooked Ye Changyao's neck, put the peach ice powder into Ye Changyao's mouth, and said with blushing cheeks: "You want to say that you should Will you be a real husband and wife with me soon?"

Ye Changyao swallowed the peach ice powder before replying, "That's what I mean."

"It's okay, you are thinking about me, so you have not been a real couple with me." Yun Zuo half bit Ye Changyao's earlobe, blowing hot air, "Looking at me in heat, you should be seduced ?”

Ye Changyao admitted: "I did comfort myself behind your back."

Yun Zuo smiled narrowly and said, "It makes me feel very fulfilled to be able to seduce someone as pure and ascetic as you to comfort me."

Ye Changyao said seriously: "Facing you, I have never been a pure-hearted person."

Yun Zuo was urged by Ye Changyao's frankness to have affection in his eyes: "I knew that I was a broken sleeve early in the morning. I planned to find a suitable man to get married. I would raise my eyebrows and have a white head together, but I never thought that I would be like this." Obsessed with a person, but you broke my cognition neatly."

"Husband." He called out, and said coquettishly, "You have my body, when will you marry me again?"

The wedding ceremony last time did not leave any good memories. At that time, when he first became Yun Zuo, Ye Changyao lifted his red hijab. There was no affection at all, only apprehension and astonishment.

The bright red all over the sky is vivid in my mind, but now I recall it, but there is a hint of sweetness.

Ye Changyao was also infected by Yun Zuo's sweetness, and said tenderly: "When your morality recovers, let's have another real wedding night."

Hearing this, Yun Zuo felt his body tense up.

His Taoism can only be restored with the Phoenix Feather, and the Phoenix Feather can only be activated with Ye Changyao's heart and soul.

If it weren't for this, the original body would not have gone down the mountain at all, and would not have relied on Ye Changyao at all.

Ye Changyao noticed that Yun Zuo's body was tense, and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

Yun Zuo didn't intend to cough at all, but coughed several times as a cover.

Before his death, he was in good health and seldom suffered from wind and cold, but after becoming Yunzuo, he was very proficient at feigning a cough for the first time.

"Are you okay?" Ye Changyao rubbed Yun Zuo's jaw, "Let me see if you cough up blood."

Yunzuo opened his mouth obediently for Ye Changyao to check.

Ye Changyao looked at it carefully before he let out a long sigh of relief.

Yunzuo grabbed Ye Changyao's hand and put it on his stomach, and said coquettishly: "It's so supportive, rub my stomach for me."

Ye Changyao helped Yunzuo to rub his stomach. After a while, Yunzuo raised his hand to cover his face, not looking at Ye Changyao, but he said very boldly: "Just now, my stomach is not bulging. It's the wedding night in the bridal chamber, you must teach me to bulge my belly."

Ye Changyao was startled for a moment before realizing what Yun Zuo meant.

Unable to hear Ye Changyao's answer, Yun Zuo couldn't help peeking at Ye Changyao through the cracks of his fingers. Ye Changyao's cheeks were flushed, not to mention the roots of his ears.

"You are blushing." Yun Zuo smiled triumphantly, then lowered his head and said, "We have done everything."

After a long time, Ye Changyao broke into a smile and said: "We have done everything, but you are blushing like me, not only your face is red, but your whole body is red."

Yun Zuo was countered by Ye Changyao, pursed his lips and said, "Do you like my blushing? Do you like my flushed body?"

"I like it very much." Ye Changyao kissed Yun Zuo's lips.

Because of the scab embedded in blood, Yun Zuo's lips were so rough that it was about to cut Ye Changyao's lips.

Ye Changyao was very distressed, and after giving Yunzuo an extra gentle and tender kiss, he rubbed Yunzuo's stomach and said, "Rest, you have exhausted too much energy, you need to rest."

"Okay." Yun Zuo was awake at first, but after being rubbed by Ye Changyao for a while, he yawned comfortably.

After a while, he was completely asleep.

Ye Changyao ate the rest of the food, packed up the bowls, plates, bamboo chopsticks, and spoons, put them on the dining table, and carried them downstairs.

It's past time for dinner, and there are only two tables of diners in the lobby, and the atmosphere is sad.

Everyone at these two tables was in mourning, suddenly an elder said: "I wonder when the case of Zhuangyuan Lang will be solved?"

Ye Changyao handed the food table to the second brother who was standing beside him after cleaning the dining table, and the second brother also had a sad expression on his face.

After taking over the food case, the second elder brother said to Ye Changyao: "The number one scholar was killed in the middle of the night. If the guest officer has nothing important to do, don't go out at the middle of the night."

Because Yun Zuo had recovered, Ye Changyao seldom asked, "How did Zhuangyuanlang get killed?"

The younger brother choked up and said, "I only know that Zhuangyuanlang and his former classmates were drinking and composing poems together in a restaurant. It was buried under a willow tree only a few feet away from the door, and was buried in an old house that had not been inhabited for a long time, and the details beside it may only be known to the city lord."

The elder interjected regretfully: "Originally, Zhuangyuan Lang had already returned to Beijing today, and he was editing and writing for the Imperial Academy, but..."

The Hanlin Academy composes and writes from the sixth rank, and the rank is not considered high, but it can edit books and write history, draft imperial edicts, and sometimes serve as attendants to princes, princes, princesses, etc., and its future is limitless.

As many as [-]% of the prime ministers of the previous and current dynasties were born in the Imperial Academy.

Ye Changyao only took a quick glance at Zhuangyuanlang, but he clearly remembered that he was a man of poetry and calligraphy, and he was not as calm as a young man. He imagined that if Zhuangyuanlang returned to the capital smoothly, he became an imperial scholar. The court compiled and compiled, and in a few days, there will be a new atmosphere inside and outside the court.

It's a pity, it's a pity indeed.

I don't know if this case was committed by ordinary people. If it was committed by ordinary people, the deceased in this case was Xinke Zhuangyuan Lang. The imperial court and even His Majesty will order to solve the case as soon as possible, and the people in Zhuangyuan City are also looking forward to solving the case as soon as possible, and are responsible for investigating the case The lord of the city must not be negligent; if it is not done by ordinary people, even if the lord of the city is talented and thoughtful, I am afraid...

If Yunzuo is in good health, he will help to find out the truth, but now he is too busy to take care of himself, and it is already very difficult to take care of Yunzuo alone.

Hope the city lord can solve the case sooner.

He went upstairs, and after taking a bath, he hugged Yunzuo into his arms.

Yun Zuo breathed evenly, and a pair of eyelashes cast two shadows on his cheeks by the candlelight.

"Mei Shan." He gently kissed Yun Zuo's eyelids, and then extinguished the candle with a snap of his fingers.

Today is the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, and there is still more than a month before Yunzuo's estrus period ends, so he should be able to pass it smoothly?

On July [-]th, near noon, the heat took over Yunzuo's body.

By dusk the heat had faded.

Yun Zuo lay sweatily in Ye Changyao's arms, nibbling Ye Changyao's collarbone while waiting for the aftertaste to fade away.

On July [-]th, the murderer who killed Zhuangyuanlang had not yet been arrested, and the imperial envoy in charge of the case came from the capital.

Ye Changyao went out to buy peach blossom crisps, lotus paste crackers, and scallion pancakes for Yunzuo.

As soon as he went out, his ears were filled with words like "the imperial envoy will definitely find out the murderer who killed Zhuangyuanlang".

He went back to the room with three snacks, only to see Yun Zuo lying on the bed, with his elbows propped on the bed, his left palm resting his chin, his right hand flipping through a book, his feet still dangling.

Yun Zuo looked innocent, but when Ye Changyao got closer, he discovered that what Yun Zuo was looking through was not some serious classics, but the erotic pictures that were not suitable for children that he had put away.

Yun Zuo was so intent on watching that he didn't notice that he had come back at all.

He came to Yunzuo and said, "Do you want some snacks?"

"Yes." Yun Zuo smelled the fragrance suddenly, replied instinctively, and then subconsciously followed the prestige.

Then, he hurriedly stuffed the erotic picture under the wooden pillow, and smiled at Ye Changyao, "Husband, you are back."

It's really a guilty conscience.

But they are already a real husband and wife, is looking at erotic pictures considered a thief?

Even if they are not a real husband and wife, Yun Zuo has already grown up, so why not watch erotic pictures?

Ye Changyao said seriously: "You can watch it if you want, I will not laugh at you, nor will I stop you."

"Really?" Seeing Ye Changyao nodding his head, Yunzuo pulled the picture of the erotic palace from under the wooden sleeper, turned to a page, pointed to the picture on it, and asked Ye Changyao, "Is it possible?"

Ye Changyao had seen this posture before, thought for a while, and said, "It's too hard for you."

"I want to try." Yunzuo was being fed peach blossom crisps by Ye Changyao, and said vaguely, "husband, let me try, okay?"

How could Ye Changyao refuse Yun Zuo, and immediately said: "Since you want to try, then try."

An hour later, the heat broke out again, Yun Zuo tried it, it was really too hard.

Originally, because Ye Changyao was very considerate, he didn't need to use any strength, he just needed to enjoy it, but in this posture, he had to use all his strength to send himself to Ye Changyao.

He worked hard for a while, but was finally exhausted, and collapsed into Ye Changyao's arms, panting heavily, "It's up to you."

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