Your Majesty, the National Teacher is in a bad mood today

Ye Tang ignored Han Jin's words, but slowly picked up his sword, handed it to Han Jin, and said softly, "Take it."

Han Jin shook his head stubbornly: "No."

"It's just a fight, click to finish." Ye Tang sighed softly, and slowed down his tone.

Han Jin didn't know which nerve was touched by Ye Tang's words, Dang Lian slapped Ye Tang's hand away fiercely, and roared angrily.

"Get out! I said I won't fight!" Han Jin yelled at Ye Tang like crazy.

Ye Tang frowned slightly, but didn't make a sound.

At this time, Han Jin suddenly reacted, stretched out his hand to grab Ye Tang's hand, and looked down at the back of Ye Tang's hand, which was already a little red from his slap just now.

Han Jin's hands holding Ye Tang trembled violently, and his eyes turned red instantly: "You do this every time...every time you force me to hurt you, I don't want to do anything that might hurt you anymore .”

Ye Tang let out a long breath, and then slowly took his hand out of Han Jin's.

"Do you want to fight? If you don't fight, you will retreat." Ye Tang looked down at the ground with a very calm voice.

Han Jin looked at Ye Tang with some difficulty, and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was really hard-hearted.

No matter how hard he tried, he thought that Ye Tang would always forgive him, but every time Ye Tang would give him a loud slap in the face.

The two were silent for a long time, and finally Han Jin reached out and grabbed his sword, and stood up tremblingly.

At this time, he suddenly felt a fishy and sweet feeling in his throat, which was very uncomfortable, but he still suppressed it forcefully, not letting the mouthful of blood spit out.

Recently, he would vomit blood from time to time, and his limbs would become weak. He guessed that the poison in his body had begun to cause trouble. Back then, Ye Tang had said that he would not be allowed to fight again, but now he had to return to the battlefield.

But he still couldn't hold it back, and the moment he stood still, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What's wrong?" Ye Tang looked at Han Jin and was slightly taken aback.

Han Jin silently reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, then shook his head slightly.

Ye Tang picked up his sword, got up and walked towards Han Jin, and stretched out his hand to him: "Come on, take a pulse."

"Don't worry about it." Han Jin pushed Ye Tang's hand away angrily: "Don't always pretend to care about me, you actually don't care about me at all! Maybe you'll be happy when I die!"

Ye Tang's eyes darkened slightly, and the hand pushed away by Han Jin froze for a while in the air, and then slowly let it go.

"Don't always be controlled by your emotions, it can't help you for the time being." Ye Tang continued to speak after being silent for a moment.

Han Jin gritted his teeth, and said in a muffled voice, "I told you to leave it alone."

After finishing speaking, Han Jin squeezed the sword in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Tang: "Didn't you say you want to fight me, then come on."

Ye Tang nodded slightly, then took a few steps back, and slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.

Han Jin, on the other hand, stared at him intently, and slowly took out his sword after he was ready.

Then he saluted Ye Tang respectfully: "The national teacher has taught me a lot, and now I want the national teacher to know that I can already be my own."

Ye Tang smiled slightly and returned the salute to him: "Ask Your Majesty for advice."

"...Ask for advice...the national teacher's best advice."

Both of them were courteous first and then soldiers. After being courteous to each other, Ye Tang launched the offensive first. Ye Tang's way of attacking was ruthless and merciless, which was very different from him.

Han Jin knew that Ye Tang wasn't just putting on airs, so he immediately concentrated on his tricks.

For a moment, sword shadows were flying around the two of them, and the sharp sound of piercing the air sounded one after another, and the sand and soil by the river were rolled up, so that the figures of the two of them could not be seen clearly.

For fear of hurting Ye Tang, Han Jin kept restraining himself, not daring to be too fast.

But in this way, Ye Tang had an opportunity. He attacked one after another, forcing Han Jin to retreat again and again. If Han Jin fought back, Ye Tang would not hide, and Han Jin had to bind his hands and feet.

He didn't start fighting back until he had no way out.

Han Jin dodged Ye Tang's attack, and then drew his sword towards Ye Tang's throat.

Originally, he thought that Ye Tang would dodge this time anyway, but Ye Tang had no intention of dodging at all, and the moves in his hands did not stop.

Han Jin instinctively felt that this blow would hurt Ye Tang, so he hurriedly staggered an inch, and the sword edge narrowly slashed across the side of Ye Tang's face, cutting off a strand of his hair.

Fortunately, there was no danger and Ye Tang was not hurt.

However, before Han Jin could heave a sigh of relief, Ye Tang's swift and violent attack hit him straight.

Sensing that Ye Tang's attack was directly hitting his vitals, Han Jin hurriedly took two steps back to dodge, but he still didn't dodge.

Han Jin only felt a pain in his arm, and then warm blood splashed onto Han Jin's face.

"You..." Han Jin's eyes froze for a moment.

This was probably the first time Ye Tang really hurt him.

He never thought that one day Ye Tang would kill him.

Han Jin suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart, the pain was tight, and he even had difficulty breathing.

This feeling of not being forgiven by Ye Tang even though he clearly worked hard really made him breathless.

At the moment when he was dazed, Ye Tang's sword was drawn again, and Han Jin took a step back to avoid it.

Then he gritted his teeth with some grievances, suppressed the soreness in his heart, and started to fight back suddenly.

Ye Tang noticed that Han Jin was starting to fight back, frowned slightly, then took a step back to avoid Han Jin's moves, and then continued to attack.

Han Jin gritted his teeth hard, held his breath, and concentrated on fighting Ye Tang, fighting each move as he saw it, and not letting himself hurt him while attacking.

They didn't know how long they had been in a stalemate. They only heard the sound of swords clashing. Ye Tang's long sword was picked up by Han Jin and fell to the side, and then Ye Tang was firmly pressed down by Han Jin. on the ground.

With a dull sound, Ye Tang fell to the ground, Han Jin was on top of him, half kneeling on one leg, and the long sword pierced Ye Tang just next to his neck.

Han Jin panted heavily, sweat dripping down Ye Tang's face.

"I won..." Han Jin looked at Ye Tang panting, and spoke with some difficulty.

During the confrontation with Ye Tang, he was in a tense state, afraid that he would hurt him, but now he is completely exhausted, it can be said that he can't lift up any strength.

Ye Tang lay on the ground looking at Han Jin, panting lightly.

Seeing that Ye Tang remained silent, Han Jin slowly let go of the hand holding the sword, and then lay down on Ye Tang's body, panting lightly.

After a while, Han Jin said hoarsely again: "I won..."

Ye Tang looked at the sky quietly, adjusted his disordered breathing, but still didn't speak.

"Tang'er, I won." Han Jin's voice sounded again.

"...En." Ye Tang continued to be silent for a while, and then responded.

"You promised me, I won, you retreat, and then we won't fight, okay?" Han Jin hugged Ye Tang tightly, sobbing.

"Okay." Ye Tang replied.

Only then did Han Jin raise his head to look at Ye Tang.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed the strands of hair from Ye Tang's forehead, and lowered his head to gently rub against his cheek, moving cautiously.

"I really know I was wrong." Han Jin said in a low voice.

Ye Tang reached out and stroked Han Jin's back lightly, without saying a word.

At this time, Han Jin lowered his head and tentatively kissed Ye Tang's lips, and when he realized that Ye Tang didn't resist, he gradually became bolder.

Han Jin hugged Ye Tang tightly, and entangled with him between lips and teeth.

"Tang'er...come back with me." Han Jin reached out and grabbed Ye Tang's hand, and gently rubbed his head against his palm.

"Okay." Ye Tang responded, paused, and said, "But not now."

"I'll wait for you." Han Jin immediately lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the eyelid.

Ye Tang looked up at him, pursed his lips and smiled, then reached out and stroked his hair lightly.

Han Jin lowered his head obediently, letting Ye Tang gently stroke his hair.

After a while, Han Jin seemed to remember something, stretched out his arms to hug Ye Tang, lifted him up from the ground, and hugged him tightly.

"You must stop lying to me." Han Jin hugged Ye Tang, leaning his head gently on his shoulder.

"Yes." Ye Tang replied.

Han Jin couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, and hugged Ye Tang a little harder, as if he was afraid that Ye Tang would run away.

He hugged her for a while, then suddenly twisted his body a little uneasy, and said in a muffled voice, "Tang'er...I want you."

Ye Tang couldn't help laughing when he heard that: "Is it right here?"

"Just go back with me." Han Jin lowered his head and kissed Ye Tang on the cheek.

"Didn't you say it's not now?" Ye Tang said helplessly.

Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then thought for a while, then hugged Ye Tang tightly again, and said nothing.

Ye Tang patted him on the back lightly, said after a moment of silence: "To the woods over there?"

"Can you?" Han Jin's eyes lit up immediately.

"En." Ye Tang nodded slightly.

Han Jin stretched out his hand to hold Ye Tang's face, lowered his head and kissed him vigorously, then directly picked him up and walked towards the woods over there.

"How are your hands?" Ye Tang put his arms around Han Jin's neck and asked aloud.

What he asked was about Han Jin's arm that was cut by his sword during the attack just now.

"It's okay." Han Jin replied quickly, "Nothing at all."

Ye Tang nodded lightly, lowered his eyes, and there was some dark and unclear look in his eyes.

……

When Han Jin returned to the barracks, he seemed to be in a good mood, as if he had something very happy about it.

But all attention was on his injured arm.

"Your Majesty, your hand..." Cheng Fu was the first to rush out and asked nervously.