Royal road

There is a crescent moon in the sky, and there is only cold light in the courtyard.The wind is whistling, the shadows of the trees are whirling, stepping on the cold stone slab, no matter how sleepy you are, you should wake up at this moment.But Liang Feng felt that he was still in a daze, drowning in a dream.

If it wasn't a dream, how could he hear this?

The faint melody comes with the wind, not like a bamboo flute, but like someone playing a ditty with a willow whistle.It was indeed a minor tune, the sun was setting in the west, and by the lakeside of Weishan Lake, soldiers in twos and threes held their pianos and sang.Sing about their bravery and their tenderness and nostalgia.What a touching song.

It's just that this song shouldn't appear here.It shouldn't be when he wakes up.

Liang Feng forgot about the maid who was following him, forgot about the icy night wind, and just followed the music in a daze, and walked deep into the courtyard.

The voice didn't stop, and when it fell down, it didn't even play the passionate melody in the middle, but picked up the two most tender parts and chanted them repeatedly.

Confused, Liang Feng stopped outside a courtyard wall, clenched his fists, as if he wanted to pull himself back from the dreamland to the human world.

I have never seen such a loss of composure from the master before, Qingmei was cold and scared, and couldn't help but said in a low voice: "Master, it's late at night, it's time to..."

Before she finished speaking, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly in the courtyard.Liang Feng was shocked, and couldn't help stepping into the courtyard wall.There were no lights in the courtyard, but at that moment, the new moon was shining like a wash, reflecting the scene in the corridor.One person was wearing a fur cloak and holding a bamboo spring. He seemed to have just got up, and looked over in a daze.Those eyes were supposed to be gray-blue, but in this dark night, they looked like a deep blue lake, bottomless.

In those eyes, there are doubts, surprises, and uncontrollable ecstasy. Although there are not a few words, they are more than a thousand hearts.

Locked by that gaze, Liang Feng woke up from the absent-minded dream with a jolt.But before he could think of an excuse, the man from the corridor had already walked up quickly, pulled off the cloak from his shoulders, and wrapped it around Liang Feng.

"My lord, why are you here?"

It felt warm, like being hugged in someone's arms.Liang Feng wanted to find an excuse to leave, but the sudden warmth made him speechless for a moment.It wasn't until he was hugged and walked a few steps to the corridor sheltered from the wind that he remembered what he wanted to ask: "What are you blowing?"

"It's a bamboo spring." Yi Yan held the reed in his hand and handed it up.

That's not what he was asking.Liang Feng shook his head: "Where did you learn this song?"

As if he didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, Yi Yan paused before saying, "My lord played it."

Have I ever played this song?The last time I played the piano, I don't know how long ago, Liang Feng couldn't remember if he really played it.

As if aware of his hesitation, Yiyan said in a low voice: "Whenever the song wins or there is any happy event in the mansion, you will play a few verses. My lord should like this song very much."

A few simple words seemed to polish those fuzzy memories.Liang Feng remembered that at that time, he had just rectified the Liang Mansion, and he was trying to make up for what the scholars should learn every day.Playing the piano is also among them.It's just that the ancient tunes are condensed, and it is very difficult to practice. From time to time, he will adapt some modern tunes, knead them into them, and play them to relax.It's just that he won't play this kind of repertoire in front of others. The only ones he's ever heard are green bamboo and the person in front of him.

However, there are so many scattered movements, why did he only memorize this one and still play it today.

It's a coincidence.Liang Feng closed his eyes, feeling tired again.It was all because of the nightmare that made him lose control of himself.

"It's nothing. I just heard about it at night, so come and have a look." It's time to go back, the expedition is imminent, and he shouldn't bother Yiyan anymore.Liang Feng wanted to say something, and left with dignity.

However, Yiyan frowned, and suddenly said: "My lord, are you worried about Yecheng?"

Liang Feng's words stuck in his throat again, and he said after a long while, "It's just a bandit, with you in charge, why worry?"

"In Zhang Canjun's plan, the people in the city were not included."

Yiyan's voice was not too loud, but it hit Liang Feng's heart like a thunderbolt.His arms trembled.That's right, several counselors made a plan that day, and they didn't mention the people of Yecheng at all.What is the population of Yecheng today?It was broken by Duan's Xianbei once, so it shouldn't be many.But Duan's Xianbei was able to abduct [-] women, how much will the rogues plunder and mutilate this time?

That's thousands of innocent lives!

He didn't ask, he didn't say, he didn't calculate.This is not something he can save.The world is in turmoil, where is it not for the loss of life?As a commander in chief, one should regard human life as nothingness, as pawns on a chessboard.If this is not the case, how can you dominate the competition?Even Uncle Liu Huang, who was in tears every day in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", didn't he abandon his wife and son, and sit and watch tens of thousands of people displaced?He only has one state, and he has less than [-] soldiers, so what can he do?

For the sake of the big plan, he should follow Zhang Bin's plan and attack the city.Only by occupying more territories and carefully managing them can the people in these troubled times return to peace.Just like this Bingzhou.

He understands the truth, but those things in his heart make him sleepless at night and have trouble sleeping and eating.Maybe one day, he can get rid of these "weaknesses" and become kind-hearted and cold-hearted, just like other heroes.But at that time, was he still himself?

Looking at that suddenly pale face, Yiyan felt his heart tightening, and couldn't help but said: "I can send troops ahead of time. Before the rogues can completely destroy Yecheng, drive them out. In this way, more people can be saved. Many people..."

Liang Feng raised his head abruptly, but with his mouth open, there was no answer.That's too risky, after all, across the Xingdao, no one can catch it just right.If he is not careful for a moment, even the soldiers and horses of Bingzhou will be in danger.This is war, not a rescue operation, how can it be child's play?

In those black eyes staring at him, there was struggle, reluctance, and rare sadness and anger.As if hysterical, Yiyan stretched out his hand and caressed that smooth and cold cheek: "I can do it. I can save the Lord more... as long as the Lord calms down..."

His voice became lower and lower and closer, turning into a whisper.The slightly trembling lips were pressed against another thin lip, like a falling feather.

Liang Feng froze.I don't know if he was bewitched by those blue eyes or moved by those words, but he couldn't dodge.The touch of the lips is so pure, it's not pious like a kiss.But the hand caressing the face is completely opposite, hot and scalding, enough to soothe the cold winter night.

He longs for this temperature.

I don't know who moved first, the kiss became deeper.The closed teeth were pried open by the tip of the tongue, hooked in one place, sucking and stirring, as if trying to take away the body fluid in the opponent's mouth.The heavy snort sprayed on the face, bringing anxiety and eagerness.A hand slid down and pressed on the back, crushing fiercely, as if wanting to rub the person into the flesh and blood.

Liang Feng trembled, involuntarily.The longing that had been hidden in her body steamed up.He wanted this, wanted that spine-tingling, shuddering sensation.Something screamed and made him bend his knees to desire.He has been vacant for too long, suppressed for too long, just a little spark can ignite.All of this is within easy reach, because the man delivered it to him like a sacrifice...

The sting came.Liang Feng took a sharp breath of cold air.The kiss was too intense, biting a certain part of his lips, and returning his nearly burned-out reason back to its original position.

Liang Feng stopped the lingering lips and tongue, withdrew forcefully, and shouted in a low voice: "Yiyan!"

He didn't have a name called Yiyan, and this shout was like a blow to the head, stopping the opponent's movements.Yiyan stopped moving, and he was shaking too, a little more violently.His whole body was like burning coals, braving scorching heat.But he still stopped with difficulty, his breath was disordered, and he called out in a low voice: "My lord..."

There was pleading in that voice, and almost uncontrollable passion.Just whispering is enough to make the ears burn.But Liang Feng still clenched his teeth and retreated: "Let go!"

"My lord, you also thought about it..." How could Yiyan let go?The person who has dreamed of it for so long is now in his arms, eagerly responding.How could he let go?

Does he want to?Trembling all over, Liang Feng firmly distanced himself: "What if I marry a wife? What if I take a concubine? If I ascend to a high position, what if I have a new love every night? Can you bear it?"

Yiyan froze, the heat in his eyes seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, and it was completely poured out.Can he bear it?His teeth were chattering, and resentment burst out from those blue eyes.

Liang Feng saw it.Those eyes, under the moonlit night, were almost like the eyes of wolves, shining with a cold light.Of course Yiyan couldn't bear it.He loves him.Any fanatical love is exclusive, exclusive, and endless.If they are monarchs and ministers, this balance can still be maintained.And if he gives in, love is enough to make any rationality collapse, and there will be no redemption.

They cannot go any further.It was because Liang Feng himself was not the kind of person who could make promises.

Breaking free from the opponent's embrace, Liang Feng wanted to turn his head and leave, but a hand was grabbed violently.The man was so hard that he almost broke his wrist in two.

"My lord!" Yiyan's voice trembled as he called.This was not any time in the past, he knew that if he let go, everything would disappear.

Enduring the pain in his wrist, Liang Feng gritted his teeth: "Let me go!"

A knife slashed on something connected between the two of them.Yiyan's strength is so great, as long as he wants, no one can break free from his grasp.But the slender white wrist was pulled out, and the fur cloak slipped from his shoulders and fell to his feet.Liang Feng walked out with big strides without turning his head.

The moon seemed to be hidden in the clouds suddenly, the surrounding fields were pitch black, and the chill was chilling.Yiyan just stood in the courtyard in a daze, motionless.