treacherous beauty

"Not only did I not borrow soldiers, but I don't know if Jing Zhen can return safely. Wei Xuanlang subconsciously touched the letter stuffed in his sleeve. He guessed that Xue Yong's men had found out about Jing Zhen's whereabouts. Most of the urgent news is not a good thing, he looked away: "There are rebels outside the city, maybe the news is not so easy to send in. "

Xue Yong glanced at Hua Yu: "Master Hua, how did your son's words get into the city?"

The corners of Hua Yu's lips twitched: "Maybe the people in our house are good at martial arts."

Xue Yong: "..."

Wei Xuanlang gave Hua Yu a quick look, and after driving him away, he said: "Xiao Yan, I plan to ask His Majesty to move to Jinzhou, you, follow."

Xue Yong froze there for a moment: "What did you say?"

Take the emperor to order the princes? !

No, Wei Xuanlang has no ambition to become emperor.

After meeting Jian Chengcong just now, Wei Xuanlang vaguely felt that Jing Zhen's reinforcements would not come so soon, and he couldn't figure out why.

If the reinforcements do not arrive, it will be a matter of time before the capital is breached.

"My elder brother and I have had a good relationship since we were young," Wei Xuanlang said slowly, "I know him, he has no ambition to become emperor, Jinzhou is small, but [-] elite soldiers are enough to defend the city, His Majesty is in Jinzhou, as long as He can't die, even if King Huai enters the capital, he can't claim the title of emperor, and the Chen family will either fight with King Huai, or bow down to King Huai." He shook his head: "With Prime Minister Chen's temperament, they will probably make peace with him. Prince Huai is fighting."

Then, it is they who are reaping the benefits of the fisherman.

The most important thing is to save his elder brother Xiao Yan.

As for the capital, he will try his best to defend and protect the people in the city.

Xue Yong: "Fei Qing?"

While Wei Xuanlang was deep in thought, Xue Yong touched his sleeve: "Show me?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it from him, Wei Xuanlang had no choice but to open up and say: "My people found out that Jing Zhen appeared in Kanto a while ago, and there has been no trace since then."

So his intuition told him that Jingzhen was not that reliable.

"Kandong?" Xue Yong suddenly remembered something: "Could it be that he went to the Kanto King Jian Chenglin to borrow troops?"

He had forgotten that among the kings, apart from Jian Chengzhang, King of Huai, Jian Chenglin, the King of Guandong, was not considered to be a dominant force, but he was also a tyrannical master with both soldiers and food in his hands.

"Borrowing soldiers?" Wei Xuanlang couldn't wait to pull out the secret letter, glanced at it twice: "Sure enough, I went to ask the King of Guandong for borrowing soldiers."

No wonder they couldn't track down Jing Zhen for a long time.

Xue Yong: "With the temper of Jian Chenglin, king of the Kwantung region, I'm afraid I won't send troops if I don't get enough benefits."

Jing Zhen hasn't come back for so long, maybe it's because they didn't make a deal.

Jian Chengcong miscalculated.

He didn't expect the Kwantung King to be so greedy.

Come. " Wei Xuanlang put the secret letter in front of Xue Yong: "Brother Xiao Yan, your spy said that he saw Jing Zhen going in and out of the Guandong Palace a few days ago, as if he was imprisoned. "

"The King of Guandong knows about Jing Zhen's background?" Xue Yong was surprised.

If he knew that Jing Zhen was the prince, it would make sense to take the opportunity to detain him.

Probably waiting for Jian Chengcong's death to take the crown prince to conscript troops and fight for the world with Huai Wang Jian Chengzhang.

"When Jing Zhen went to borrow troops, His Majesty wanted to show his sincerity. In addition to sending precious gadgets and money, he might tell the Kwantung King about Jing Zhen's identity." Wei Xuanlang said.

Forgive him for saying it bluntly, but Jian Chengcong's handling of this matter was really incomplete.

With the imperial power so weak, who wouldn't want to aspire to become Wei Young, not to mention that the King of Kanto is still a descendant of Jian's family.

Similar to what he had imagined, Xue Yong frowned slightly: "If Jing Zhen is trapped by the Guandong King, then there is really no need to defend the capital."

Asking Jian Chengcong to move to Jinzhou is also a way, but Zhen Guogong Wei Xianzhi...

Wei Xuanlang seemed to see through his mind: "With my mother and my elder brother here, no matter how ambitious my father is, he will probably have to wait until after he has dealt with Duke Huai."

Xue Yong suddenly laughed: "Is that why you sent me into your Weifu?"

Wei Xuanlang's ears turned red, "Xiao Yan, it's time to drink the medicine."

A large bowl of black soup medicine has been hanging there for a long time, the temperature is just right, and it is no longer hot.

Xue Yong: "..."

Master Wei is so boring.

***

It's time for the second watch.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and there is a lonely light yellow hanging in the deep night.

After sleeping peacefully for three hours, Xue Yong came to his senses and coughed lightly outside the screen. As soon as there was any movement, he heard a deep voice saying: "Get up and have some porridge, I haven't eaten dinner yet."

Xue Yong was slightly surprised: "...Fei Qing, you haven't slept yet?"

"En." Wei Xuanlang responded.

After a long time, Xue Yong didn't see him coming in, he was puzzled: "Fei Qing?"

"En." Wei Xuanlang replied again.

Xue Yong smiled: "Fei Qing, my clothes are neat, why don't you come in?"

Only then did Wei Xuanlang flash in, carrying things like soup and porridge in his hand, he raised his eyes and saw that Xue Yong's front was a little loose, with a large piece of skin exposed on his neck, his face turned red, and he raised his hand to cover his front: "It's cool at night, don't catch the cold."

Xue Yong smiled and held his fingers in his palm: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

He actually stayed outside for a long time.

"Just came back from night patrol." Wei Xuanlang said, "By the way, come over to see if you're awake."

Xue Yong looked at the slight moisture on the tip of his hair, and smelled it closely. There was a mixture of saponin and sweet-scented osmanthus. He knew that he came after taking a bath, so he didn't expose him, so he sat down and ate his meal obediently: "Fly Qing, let’s stay here tonight.”

Wei Xuanlang handed him a cup of mouthwash: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

Xue Yong purged his mouth, and called out in a long voice: "Fei Qing."

Wei Xuanlang felt a little bit like scolding his mother at this crisp sound, his ink eyes deepened: "No way."

"Then I'll go with you?" Xue Yong pulled his finger to his lips and said with a mouthful.

Immediately, the itchy sensation exploded all over his body, Wei Xuanlang was stunned for a moment, unable to speak: "You..."

"Fei Qing, brother Xiao Yan has improved his painting skills over the years, would you like to take a look?" Xue Yong raised his brows, slightly curved his lips, looking at him and smiling.

His Fei Qing, he stretched himself too tight.

"Tell me, what do you know how to draw?" Wei Xuanlang couldn't hold back, and there was a smile on his face.

His elder brother Xiao Yan was famous in the capital at the age of seven, so it goes without saying that he can read and write, and he rarely meets opponents in chess. The only shortcoming is that Xue Yong can't paint.

When I was young, there was a child from an incompetent family who was naughty, and his father wanted to beat him, but his mother would protect her with tears and snot, and she would say: "So what about the great talent, isn't that little son of the Xiao family still unable to paint? How can you draw?" My son can do anything you want..."

Wei Xuanlang also heard his aunts say this to his brothers, and now thinking about it, he still remembers it fresh.

"Fei Qing." Xue Yongzheng straightened his face, and said seriously: "Have you ever seen the Spring/Palace in the barracks, the kind of first-class and good-looking Spring/Palace?"

Seeing that he wasn't going to be serious anymore, Wei Xuanlang said with a straight face, "No."

"It's a pity." Xue Yong said: "The hard-to-find volume on the market is all drawn by your elder brother Xiao Yan."

Wei Xuanlang didn't believe that he would do this, and turned his eyes sideways: "I'm leaving, you go to bed earlier."

The condition has just improved...

"Fei Qing." Xue Yong hugged him from behind: "Don't go."

He was very empty.

Wei Xuanlang thought of what happened during the day, and thought that he must be feeling uncomfortable, so his heart softened, and he turned around: "Okay, let's not go."

……

"Your legs, show me?" Xue Yong was about to blow out the oil lamp after bathing and changing into pajamas, when Wei Xuanlang's frightened hand shook.

"Feiqing...isn't it...look at my bones..."

Can't do that either.

He didn't think about that at all, his heart hurt so much during the day, he just wanted to find someone to be by his side.

"Xiao Yan." Wei Xuanlang picked him up and put him on the bed: "I heard from Wei Ling that you used to cut your calf and let blood out?"

It must be very painful.

"Why?" Xue Yong smiled: "Who doesn't have a few scars? Are you disgusted?"

While he was speaking, Wei Xuanlang had already pulled up his trouser legs, and his fingers were running up his pretty ankle. There were dozens of deep and shallow scars, some of which could not be seen clearly without looking carefully, and some might It's new, and it's still hard to touch: "Xiao Yan, why didn't you come to me sooner?"

Wei Xuanlang hugged his legs in his arms: "You should have looked for me earlier."

For the past 15 years, he was going crazy thinking about his brother Xiao Yan.

Ankle resting on Wei Xuanlang's chest, the warm, powerful, and lively beating made Xue Yong feel a little bit reserved, and he said vaguely: "We... it's not too late now."

Seeing that Wei Xuanlang didn't speak, Xue Yong was afraid that he would be upset, so he turned over with a smile and pressed him down: "Fei Qing, brother Xiao Yan will teach you how to be bad, okay?"

Those unpleasant things are over, the beauty is in my arms tonight, let's get drunk together.

The belt was taken away, and Wei Xuanlang was at his mercy. From the moment Xue Yong's lips touched his lips, he was about to go crazy, down to his neck, chest, and down...

Yang Fan all the way.

The peach forests on both sides of the strait are full of mist.

As soon as it was cold, the last clothes were removed, Wei Xuanlang pressed his hand, and his voice was hoarse: "No way."

He knew what Xue Yong was going to do.

"Fei Qing." Xue Yong tightly wrapped his arms around his waistline, his dark eyes were full of emotion~ "Try it."

Wei Xuanlang felt his hands go limp, like a ball of flames burning under his fingertips, his mind went blank, and his breathing was short of breath. With the last sliver of clarity, he pulled Xue Yong up and pressed him on the bed: "Have a good rest."

Xue Yong suddenly laughed out loud.

Crazy, crazy.

The string that had been stretched for so many years suddenly broke after the wave just now, and he wished he could float up so easily, it was so good, it couldn't be better.

Suddenly the body was heavy, people were entangled, ten fingers were clasped, the shadows reflected on the bed curtain overlapped into one, Xue Yong's eyes widened: "Fei Qing."

Master Wei's hands are really strong.

As the night wind blew across the hall, his hot body shuddered. The tighter the kiss, the more blushing his eye ends became, and the tighter his fingers grasped Wei Xuanlang: "Don't."

After he finished speaking, he regretted it again, Mr. Wei finally got the hang of it, so why was he coercing.

Whatever he does.

"Don't move." He said hoarsely, "I'll do it."

When Xue Yong realized what he was going to do, there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, hitting the top of his head.

……

The author has something to say: I didn’t drive, I covered my face~