Proudly follow your heart

He still seemed to be indifferent, but everyone around him could see that the expression on his face was not as tense as before.

Nangong Cangao saw his figure in the once empty eyes, "Did you hear that? Xiao Hu is talking about how you two met."

Wrapping his arms around the person in front of the door, he bowed his head on his neck and said to himself, "Why didn't you tell me to meet Zhanran earlier? If so, how could it be Xiao Hu's turn to take care of your daily life... ..."

This sounded like a complaint, Jun Zhanran raised his eyebrows, "You should be at the time when people would feel a headache."

It was clearly a mocking look, but Nangong Cangao saw the smile on his lips, and his lips were always pursed upwards slightly, evoking a graceful arc.

"Who remembers what you were doing back then." Nangong Cang Ao sneered lightly, his gaze never ignoring the lips in front of him, "Why did you choose Xiao Hu? You trusted him, and that's why you asked him to serve you and take care of your daily life?"

"At that time, I didn't believe anyone." Jun Zhanran saw the waves of the river through the window lattice.

The rain slapped and stayed from the top of the boat, rushing, and the wind and rain blew up the hem of his clothes through the gaps. The cold rain was slightly cool, Nangong Cang Ao covered the skirt of his clothes for him, and also covered the reddish mark on the side of his neck.

Jun Zhanran stared at Nangong Cang Ao with teasing eyes, the man who was watched didn't care, shrugged his shoulders, "I don't want others to see what you look like at this moment."

"What does it look like?" Jun Zhanran seemed puzzled, but also seemed to know what he meant.

This kind of expression is indescribable, it always easily arouses his heartstrings, Nangong Cang Ao didn't answer, but opened the skirt of his clothes just now, and kissed heavily on the slight red mark.

"The appearance that makes my heart beat." Whispering in his ear, his voice was low and deep, as if it was also damp from the rain.

Jun Zhanran took a breath and didn't speak any more. When he calmed down, the surroundings were filled with the sound of rain beating. Leaning against Nangong Cang Ao, he could smell the clear breath of rain in spring, mixed with the smell of alcohol.

"I'm almost done drinking the pear blossom wine, I should send someone to Fuluan Mountain to get it." Just hugging Jun Zhanran and leaning against the door frame, neither of them entered the room.

Looking up, outside the slightly opened window lattice, the rain is like a curtain, and the water vapor on the river surface is misty, just like the scenery seen from the fog building.

As the ship rolls, there is a unique calm.

It has been more than a month since Jun Zhanran left the imperial city on the day of his ascension to the throne. The two of them took a boat to cross the river and went down the river with only their cronies, avoiding other people's eyes and ears. Compared with the previous state of mind, it can be said that it is a world of difference.

All the affairs of Xia Kingdom were entrusted to Ji Nantian, and Huangde's tricks were exhausted, but he never thought that the one who finally ascended to the throne would be this outsider who has no blood relationship with the royal family.

"Aren't you going to rebuild your Yingxiao League?" Jun Zhanran closed his eyes slightly.

"Why do we need to rebuild? The Eagle Howling League is still there. Wherever I am, there is the Eagle Howling League." Nangong Cang Ao replied, fingers passing through Jun Zhanran's loose hair intentionally or unintentionally.

"You mean to say that today's Wulou is no longer Wulou, it should be called the Yingxiao League?" The person in his arms raised his head, not seeming to be unhappy.

Nangong Cang Ao has already moved into the Wulou, and Wulou has him. According to him, shouldn't it be called the Yingxiao League.

"Why is it so important? It's not difficult to rebuild a building, but if I don't stay there from time to time, it can't be called Eagle Screaming League at all." He has no interest in rebuilding.

"Arrogance." Jun Zhanran opened his eyes.

Looking at each other, Nangong Cangao admitted with a smile, "So what if I am arrogant, no matter how arrogant I am, how can I compare with people who have abandoned the world at will."

It is no longer necessary to specify who is said in this statement.

Jun Zhanran didn't take it seriously, "It's not what I want, so what a pity to lose it."

Yes, never felt sorry.

From the beginning, what he wanted was not the throne.

Nangong Cangao still remembers the expressions of everyone present that day, those expressions of astonishment, surprise, and disbelief, it still makes people laugh when they think about it.

Looking in front of him again, the man known as Zhan Wang had a peaceful expression, very calm, and the ghostly aura that he could glimpse occasionally was replaced by a lively expression.

"Unfortunately, Zhan Ran's frightening face when he was angry seems to have been gone for a long time." There seemed to be some regret behind the words.

"Oh? You miss me very much?" There was a change in his peaceful face, his brows and eyes raised, and Jun Zhanran's eyes became darker.

It is as quiet as the night, and as dark as a deep well. Compared with it, others may be afraid of it, but some people are just the opposite. Nangong Cang Ao stared deeply, without taking his eyes off, "No matter what kind of appearance you have, I don't want to miss it at all."

He has not said such words for a long time. Nangong Cangao is not a person who hides his heart and dare not speak out. Jun Zhanran finds it strange, "Now that I think about it, during the period of fighting Huangde, you It's quite peaceful."

"Just be patient. I'm afraid that too much emotion will become a burden, drag you down, distract you, and affect your judgment." Telling the truth, he moved closer to Jun Zhanran and took a deep breath.

"The smell of pear blossom stuffing smells especially good on you. It's really strange."

He whispered in his ear, as if he didn't know that Jun Zhanran was stunned by those words just now, his heart seemed to be filled by something all of a sudden, and he was about to be unable to bear it and overflowed.

Jun Zhanran looked at him for a while, and then hugged him so tightly that it was suffocating. He raised his lips, and gently patted the back of the person supporting him, "It's all over."

The rain is gradually receding, and the pouring is slowly decreasing. The sound of rain can be heard in the corridor of the cabin, and the heartbeat of the other party can also be heard clearly. The close body temperature is so obvious in the slightly cold and humid air.

Until Jun Zhanran raised his head as if nothing had happened, and exhaled, "The same drink is pear blossom stuffing, so there is no difference."

For him it is different.Instead of arguing with Jun Zhanran, Nangong Cang Ao recalled Xiao Hu's words earlier.

"What did you do with the Meng Family Fort later? I remember that the Meng Family Fort was famous and had a very good relationship with the government. You must get rid of the Meng Family and his son because of this level."

"It's Yingshuai after all, he's observant." Jun Zhanran was no longer surprised by Nangong Cangao's sensitivity.

"Mengjiabao has a good relationship with the government, secretly paying tribute to many treasures that have been wandering in the rivers and lakes, and the government provides convenience for their business abroad. This is the reason why Mengjiabao has gained such a status, but few people know about it." Nangong Cang Ao was once known as a famous arrester, and he talked eloquently. When talking about the past, he knew the relationship well.

"After the Mengjiabao collapsed, no one collected folk treasures and presented them to the imperial court. The oil and water they were used to were gone. Who do you think will be happy about it?" That was the beginning of the plan, and Jun Zhanran started from this time contact with the court.

"No one is happy. If you want to be happy, of course you have to find another power in the rivers and lakes that can do things for them." Nangong Cang Ao opened the window, and the drizzle blew in a burst of spring, and the river had calmed down.

"No one knows my real identity. Those officials can only see the antique calligraphy and paintings in front of them, the beautiful women of Liangju, and they don't care about anything else." Speaking of that time, Jun Zhanran showed a mocking look.

"Back when you were still young, it was really rare that you had thought so thoroughly." Nangong Cang Ao praised loudly.

Then he said: "Many ministers in the court are arty, and you have a wonderful skill in painting. When Huangde finds out that you are Huang Zhan who is still alive in the palace chaos, it is too late. You are already a highly respected "ghost hand." Wushuang', Huang De's mood at that time can be imagined."

Speaking of the past, Nangong Cangao deliberately looked at Jun Zhanran's expression.

"It's a pity that he can only make mistakes. It's better to put him in front of him and watch over me than to let me go. As long as he can solve me secretly, everything will be peaceful." Noticing his gaze, Jun Zhanran stepped forward helplessly.

"What are you looking at? I'm so weak in your eyes?" He walked to the window and narrowed his eyes slightly angrily. A light came in from the window and fell on his neck.

The light went down along the collarbone, illuminating a large area of ​​smooth texture, the depression on the collarbone, and the bulging chest of muscles, rising and falling.

Without saying a word, Nangong Cang Ao slowly tore away the crimson skirt, and the kiss fell suddenly.

The fiery lips and tongue are like charcoal fire compared to the slightly cold river wind outside. The sound of the river seems to be fading away, leaving only the heat between the lips.