General's Gown

The joints are well defined, and the slender fingers gently slipped into the crevices of Yan Changqing's uninjured right fingers. The backs of their hands were folded, and their fingers were interlaced. Helian Rongchuan guided him patiently.

As if realizing something, Yan Changqing opened his eyes wide and turned his head to see something clearly.But the sight was covered by the red cloth, and all he could see was crimson.He Lian Rongchuan stretched out his long arms to wrap his arms around the shoulders he was trying to break free, and whispered to Yan Changqing's blood-dripping ear in a tone as if coaxing a child to take medicine:

"good."

The scorching air sprayed in the ears.This temptation is too sweet and powerful, and the body it rests on is so warm, it makes people feel reliable inexplicably.

The danger seems to have been eliminated.Yan Changqing flinched, a crack appeared in the tight string in his mind.In a daze, he gave up resisting.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Changqing suddenly raised his jaw halfway, exposing his graceful neck, and uttered a hoarse, long-suppressed low moan, but the tone of the ending suddenly changed and disappeared into the short nasal sound.

Helian Rongchuan took a deep look at Yan Changqing, lowered his head, and kissed him gently and carefully.

Full of masculine aggression.Yan Changqing was taken aback, and resisted instinctively.But the more he struggled, the deeper Helian Rongchuan kissed.His fingers inserted into the hair on the back of Yan Changqing's neck, as if coaxing a small animal, gently comforting him, gradually deepening the kiss.

Bright red blood flowed down the corners of their mouths.Helian Rongchuan's handsome long eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he bit his tongue hard.Yan Changqing's eyelashes trembled violently, and his breath was a little short.Helian Rongchuan pinched Yan Changqing's jaw with his slender and strong fingers, forcing him to swallow his own blood.

In the dark stone staircase tunnel, it was extremely quiet, only faint, suppressed and broken whimpers could be heard.

The evil book that records the art of unraveling the Gu, actually also records the second way to undo the silkworm love Gu.

The essence of a masculine man can relieve Gu, and so can blood.

It's just that even the writers think that there will never be any fool in the world who will leave the ecstasy sent to his door and have to use his own blood to cure the strange Gu.So this kind of solution, only wrote a few strokes, as for how much blood to feed, and whether the person who solved the Gu will be in danger, I didn't mention it at all.

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Yan Changqing had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have fallen into the rough sea. The sea water seemed to be boiled, and he couldn't tell which was sweat and which was sea water.As the waves hit one after another, Yan Changqing desperately swung his arms and legs.Strange, why does he keep sinking even though he knows how to swim?

The sea water was very hot, soaking every inch of his body with scorching heat, causing pain like a burn.But it penetrated into the bones and became extremely cold again.

Hoo... hoo... hoo!

There seemed to be a seductive voice in my heart saying, forget it, don’t struggle anymore, if you immerse yourself in the sea, you can be free...

It won't hurt anymore, it's very comfortable...

Very comfortable?

No, he must not sink, absolutely not!

So with only a sliver of strength left in his body, Yan Changqing struggled.As if swimming in a black ocean, he struggled desperately, breathing heavily, not letting himself sink.It was so hot that he had to open his mouth to breathe heavily, and his chest heaved violently.But there was still not enough air, it was still hot, and the air he sucked in burned his chest.

Hoo... hoo... hoo!

Suddenly, a gentle, magnetic male voice whispered in my ear.So familiar, whose voice is this?

……who is it?Who are you?

…………

no answer.

I only heard the voice say, don't be afraid.

"good."

Yan Changqing couldn't help being annoyed by this coaxing tone, but he didn't have time to attack——

a kiss.Very soft, very light, but with a very strong and masculine breath.

Yan Changqing's eyes widened. He was so angry that he wanted to resist, but he couldn't move.I wanted to see clearly, but there was only a blur of crimson in front of my eyes.

A warm trickle slowly flowed into his body, and a pair of thick hands with a bit of coolness pulled him firmly and forcefully from the sea water.

Hoo... hoo... hoo!

Yan Changqing suddenly sat up from the bed, his chest heaving violently.This is a dream?

Looking around, he had returned to the original inn.

What about Dayan?What about those women who were bewitched?besides--

Ah Jing, the little guard at the side, was dozing off little by little. When he heard the movement, he hurriedly greeted him: "My lord, you are finally awake."

Yan Changqing turned over and got out of bed, and opened his left hand to the light.The wound from the palm to the elbow was wrapped in white bandages, and the pain was gone.

It turned out that he had been rescued and had been lying on this bed for three days and three nights.As for Baiya Village opposite Yao City, the fire also burned for three days and three nights.

The guard Ah Jing said: "Would you like to go and have a look? There is still black smoke rising from the top of the mountain. In such a big fire, except for the girl who was bewitched, not a single bandit came out, probably all of them were burned to death." La! Hey, the people of Yaocheng are outraged. What you did is really beautiful, sir!"

Yan Changqing was a little dizzy.What the hell happened these days?

"Can you see who rescued me?" Yan Changqing said.

"Of course it's Dongyun's Second Highness, he..." Ah Jing raised his eyes and was about to say a few more words when he suddenly thought of something and dared not say any more.

The scene that day stunned the guards.

He has waited by Yan Changqing's side for so long, and he has never seen the general look so embarrassed, with long hair loose, eyes closed, unconscious, and it seems that he has lost a lot of blood.What surprised them the most was that Yan Changqing was actually brought back by Helian Rongchuan.Who is General Yan?The famous silver-faced Yan Luo!Why do you still need that dude Dongyun who only knows how to do kung fu with three legs to come to rescue?

A few guards crouched in the corner pondering, the more they thought about it, the more incredible they became.That day in the brothel, the prince of Dongyun was obviously slapped by his general so lightly that he vomited blood and flew far away.Later, when they attacked Baiya Mountain together and set fire to the village to save people, there was no sign of the Dongyun man.How could it be that this person saved the general?

impossible!Several guards thought about it for a long time, and agreed that it must be his general who suffered such a serious injury in order to save this retarded dude.Otherwise, look at that Dongyun man, heh, there is no injury on his whole body, but just carrying the general down from the mountain, his face is pale and bloodless, his steps are vain, and he is a big straw!

But there is another detail that they have always been tacitly aware of, and no one dares to say anything.On that day, their general, like a bride, was hugged back by the Dongyun people.Some people took a sneak peek without fear of death, and recognized that his general was wearing the clothes of that Dongyun man!

Several guards recalled the experience of the army baton not long ago, and they agreed that his general was too thin-skinned, so it was better not to tell him these insignificant details.

In short, my general is the most powerful in the world!

Yan Changqing didn't notice the guard's hesitation in speaking, and muttered to himself: It really is him.

Yan Changqing's memory only stays at the moment before he fell into a coma. He remembered that at that time, Dayan was hit by a knife, and he vaguely saw a figure.Sure enough, it was Helian Rongchuan.

He did everything?

Yan Changqing tried his best to recall, rubbed the center of his brows with his right hand, and closed his eyes, suddenly there was a crimson image in his mind.

Yan Changqing only felt that his temples were throbbing, and his heart burst into flames.Turn over and pick up the sword and walk out.

The small courtyard behind the inn was quite lively at this time.On the thick jujube tree, a little guard like a thin bamboo pole was lying on the branch of the jujube tree tremblingly, stretching out a bamboo pole not much thinner than his arm, hitting the fruit-laden branch one after another.I saw that on the branches of the jujube tree, there were big spring jujubes bearing yellow and reddish, and they fell down one by one after being hit by the pole.

Under the jujube tree, a fat little guard who looks like a moving bucket is busy stretching the hem of his clothes, raising his head to pick up the fallen fruits.The shiny forehead was crackled by a lot of dates, the little guard pursed his mouth, and looked down the eaves with pleading eyes——

Helian Rongchuan was leisurely lying on the bamboo rocking chair basking in the sun, his two slender and strong legs were casually resting, and his toes were quite comfortable.Perhaps the sun was too strong, and his face was a little pale without blood.

"What are you looking at! Continue—if you don't want to, you can also go up the tree and fool me..." Helian Rongchuan raised his eyebrows, and the little guard who said a word did not dare to beg for mercy.Closing his eyes contentedly, Helian Rongchuan stretched out two fingers, took a freshly washed spring jujube from the plate, and took a bite.

Hiss—so sweet—

The sweet and sour juice stung Helian Rongchuan's tongue, and he spit it out quickly, and shouted at the "thin bamboo pole" on the jujube tree dissatisfied: "Hey, I told you that it's not ripe, not sweet and not sweet." Is it so difficult to get the dates that are not sour!"

The "thin bamboo pole" hangs tremblingly on the tree, not daring to say much.What kind of living ancestor did he meet, jujube doesn't like to eat sweet, and the one who is not ripe or sweet eats that? !

And it's not ripe or sweet, but it can't be sour at the same time!

Suddenly a cool wind swept over.

"Ouch!" The little servant on the jujube tree looked up and saw this scene, and fell off the tree in fright.

Helian Rongchuan raised his eyes, under the sunlight, his pupils showed a crystal clear luster like amber.He stretched out two fingers, and gently moved away from the cold sword edge on his neck.

"You Yan people, do you like to greet like this?"

"Did you do it?" Yan Changqing gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his demeanor.