Proudly follow your heart

In any case, this side of Jun Zhanran will not be seen by others.Zhe Ri is very sure of this, because it knows Nangong Cang Ao very well.

"Do you want to see me, so that you can see more clearly—" Nangong Cang Ao suddenly launched some kind of offensive, after Jun Zhanran let out a muffled groan, he didn't make any more sound.

After a long time, he exhaled slowly, and said through gritted teeth, "You...wait for me!"

His voice was trembling, Nangong Cang Ao seemed to be having a hard time, panting and chuckling, "The future will be long."

Yes, it's a long way to go.

The Sunshade Knife was quietly leaning against the corner of the bed, the part that was unsheathed reflected the harsh light of the knife, the curtain was not put down, and there was some movement on the bed. Competing will not give up.

These two people often engage in similar contests when no one is around. Sometimes it is Jun Zhanran who has the upper hand, and sometimes it is Nangong Cangao. He always spares no effort to be the winning side, and Jun Zhanran is no different.

I don't know who will have the upper hand this time?

After a long time, as far as Zhe Ri knows, people in the world like to do certain things on the bed, but some people are with different people every time, and some people only prefer the same person.

It didn't understand the difference, it just remembered that Nangong Cang Ao had put it under the pillow until one day, it almost hurt Jun Zhanran without sheathing it.

Since then, it has never been put on the bed again.

"Zhanran..." The sound of palms sliding across the skin seemed to echo in the quiet room. Nangong Cangao's hands must be hugging something tightly.

"Wait, Cang...Ao..." Such requests did not seem to be met, some people not only did not stop, but intensified.

"Just wait... see how I can keep you from getting out of bed tomorrow!" Clutching Nangong Cangao's shoulders tightly, Jun Zhanran squinted his eyes and burst out threatening words from between his teeth. The man who should be the king of a country , has its own majesty.

The tense face, and those terrifying eyes, other people must be afraid, but the more so, the more Nangong Cangao doesn't want to let go. In front of him, all he can see is the red tide. Face.

"Wait and see." The bed vibrated, as if rippling with the river.

There were men's breathing and murmurs in the room, bodies overlapping, colliding into a charming room, I don't know how long passed, Jun Zhanran said something again, maybe it was another threat, this time Nangong Cangao disappeared sound.

Jun Zhanran has never been a person who is willing to lose the wind, even though he has never held a sunshade, he is no stranger to the sunshade.

After all, its blade once cut through the crimson clothes.

On that day, for some reason, Nangong Cang Ao saw Jun Zhanran who had just finished taking a bath, and suddenly raised his knife, the edge of the knife was raised, and the silk was torn, revealing the shapely and slender inside.

It doesn't understand what's interesting in it, but Nangong Cangao is very interested in it, and keeps his eyes on it, in exchange for a strange look in Jun Zhanran's eyes.

The next moment, all the torn clothes were taken off, and the barefooted man walked towards Nangong Cang Ao. Soon, the hand holding the knife could no longer hold it steadily, and it was placed on the table without any attention.

You know, when Nangong Cang Ao stopped at Hualou, he never put it out of sight, it was always by his hand, whether it was the wine table or the bed.

There was also a woman who, at the behest of others, deliberately approached it for the sake of it, and she did not hesitate to exchange her body, just to see the true face of "Shading the Sun", but her life was taken away by the blade on the bed, and the bed was stained with blood.

It was also blood, but Nangong Cangao did not allow it to make Jun Zhanran bleed.That day, when its blade was about to touch Jun Zhanran, he threw it under the bed.

Though it thought, the unsheathed blade might end up just hurting his hair.

"Fortunately, there is still cold tea." Someone turned over on the bed, and his footsteps stopped on the edge of the bed before walking to the table.

The room was already quiet. Jun Zhanran held the teacup in his hand, and the red-stained neck was exposed in the clothes draped over his shoulders. He drank half of it and handed the other half to the teacup on the bed. man.

"Do you want any leftovers?" He looked down, his eyes half closed, watching Nangong Cang Ao take his tea, and said casually, "When I first met you, you liked to drink my leftovers. leftover wine."

Nangong Cang Ao drank it all in one gulp, handed the teacup back to his hand, and held his hand together, "Where is the residual tea and wine, what you have drunk will have a different taste, why don't you drink half of it for me again?" lamp?"

Jun Zhanran's original intention was to tease, he never thought that he was very cheeky, his eyes flickered, he poured a cup of tea, drank it, walked slowly, leaned over and sealed Nangong Cangao's mouth——

The cold tea is cool, flowing down from between the entangled lips and teeth, the sky is already dark, the water color refracts the gleam, winding along Nangong Cang Ao's chin to his chest, Jun Zhanran let him go, and the warm tip of his tongue slid from top to bottom , and licked the dripping tea into his mouth.

"As you wish." He whispered in Nangong Cang Ao's ear.

Nangong Cang Ao stretched out his hand to drag him back to the bed, but suddenly the boat shook, and Zhe Ri, who was leaning on the side, also fell to the ground.

At this time, he stretched out a hand, with white and strong fingers, and put it on the side of the pillow, "Your knife—"

The owner of the long knife moved it away from the front, "The knife is used when fighting against the enemy, wouldn't it spoil the scenery if it were placed here."

"This is a personal item that will accompany you on the battlefield." Jun Zhanran patted the blade like him, and Nangong Cangao raised his eyes, "It is you who will fight with me on the battlefield."

"And it." Standing in front of the bed, Jun Zhanran seemed quite interested in this knife.

Leaning half naked on the bed, Nangong Cang Ao took over Zheri, the blade of the knife touched the palm that still had the heat of love, it was even colder, the knife was out of the sheath, and the cold light overflowed, with a little internal strength, the dark red light faintly hesitant.

"It looks like the color of human blood." Jun Zhanran looked at it carefully and said suddenly.

"Blade light?" Nangong Cang Ao slowly drew an arc, "It is said that it is an ominous blade, but I don't believe it."

"Then what do you believe in?"

"Trust me."

In fact, Jun Zhanran had already expected his answer when he spoke just now, and he really showed a conceited look in front of him, but he didn't hate it.

"Arrogant to others, arrogant to everything." He said, not a word of appreciation, but his eyes revealed his smile.

Seeing it, Nangong Cangao retorted, "It's not about me, it's about you."

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the owner of the Wulou Tower is ruthless and unkind, and these words are not wronged to him.

The sun-shading knife flashed red, as if it was responding to Nangong Cangao's words.

"A treasured sword chooses its owner, and a thing is like a person. Your sword is really on your side." Jun Zhanran caressed the blade, and the blade trembled slightly, and it was amazing that it was about to fly.

"What a psychic sword." He vaguely felt a strange feeling coming from the blade, and he couldn't help but praise it.

Seeing him keep stroking Zheri, Nangong Cang Ao took his hand away from the saber, "Praising a saber is not as good as praising people."

"There are not many people in the world who can make me look at you differently. To you, not only did they look at you differently, but they also made you do all the things you shouldn't do. You still want to make more progress?" The long knife was in his hand.

On the other half of the face not covered by the blade, with black eyes flickering, he said slowly: "Do you want me to let you taste the blade?"

The blade flickered slightly in mid-air, Nangong Cang Ao thought for a while, raised his eyebrows, "How powerful is this knife? I knew it a long time ago." He raised his arm while speaking.

There is a scar on the arm, which seems to be old, and it is very conspicuous compared with other scars. Just looking at the eyes, you can know how deep the wound was that day, Jun Zhan was surprised, "I always thought it was left by you fighting with others The wound, could it be..."

Raising his arm, Jun Zhanran looked carefully, "What's going on?" He lowered his face.

He was obviously very upset, Nangong Cang Ao said nonchalantly: "The result of trying the knife back then, I only scratched it casually, and then saw the bone. I knew it was a good knife at that time."

He smiled happily, with a complacent expression on his face, "My vision was good back then, I'm afraid it's even better now, I even snatched the monarch of Great Xia from the hands of the people."

"The monarch of Xia Kingdom is not me, but Ji Nantian." Jun Zhanran reminded.

Returning the saber to its sheath, Nangong Cang Ao half sat up and bent one leg, "The person on the throne is indeed Ji Nantian, but everyone in the world knows that you are the one who is really in charge of Great Xia."

"If Ji Nantian can manage it well, I won't interfere in the affairs of the Xia Kingdom." Speaking of this matter, Jun Zhanran was not happy, he didn't take the throne seriously, he just thought it was a troublesome matter.

Although Ji Nantian is already considered the King of Great Xia, his loyalty to the former emperor has not changed. He was originally born in the Jianghu.

From the day they left the imperial city, Ji Nantian ordered people to follow them secretly, in order to grasp their movements, so far he has sent letters three or five times, and it was still for state affairs.

"The reason why I gave him the throne at the beginning was not to bother me with these things, but I didn't expect it to be the same in the end." He frowned, and his sullen face meant that he had lost his patience.

Nangong Cang Ao is most familiar with this kind of expression, as long as he gets irritable, he will be like this. He used to have to keep calm and restrained all the time in order to achieve his goal, but now, he no longer needs to be like before.

"What are you looking at me for?" Turning his eyes, he became the indifferent and withdrawn owner of Wulou again, still a little impatient.

"That's good." Looking deeply, Nangong Cangao's answer was so abrupt that Jun Zhanran didn't understand what he meant.

Nangong Cangao continued: "It's good to be like you now. Get angry when you want to be angry, and laugh when you're happy. You can be happy when you like it, and hate it when you want it. Do whatever you want."

The ship was shaking, Jun Zhanran stared at the ripples on the curtain, thought for a while, "It seems that I have never been so arbitrary since I was born."

"Not when I was a child? You must know that you are the prince who was most favored by the late emperor."

"No matter how favored you are, after all, you are in the emperor's house, and you can do whatever you want?" He sneered and asked with interest, "Including the emperor, who in that palace do you think can do whatever he wants?"

Even Hunjun can't do whatever he wants, Nangong Cangao kissed him on the forehead, "Yes, I asked the wrong question, as compensation, from today onwards, Zhanran can do whatever he wants ,OK?"

He was afraid that he would remember the past again and feel unhappy, but there was no need to coax him like a child, Jun Zhanran closed his eyes, "Okay."

He approached, "This is what you said—"

The strange look in Nangong Cangao's black eyes would not be mistaken. How could he have forgotten that Jun Zhanran is the best at seizing opportunities, and he will not retreat immediately, as long as he is happy, "I said it."

Once said, there is no reason to deny it.

Jun Zhanran was obviously very satisfied. While smiling, there was a knock on the door outside, as if he was afraid of interrupting something, and he was cautious.

It was Shu Yan's voice, "Leader, Lord Jun, there is a boat chasing after him, it seems that they are looking for King Zhan."

People who are familiar with him call Jun Zhanran the Lord Jun, but Shuyan says he is looking for "King Zhan", which means only one thing - the people on the boat are from the imperial palace.

What they asked to see was not the owner of Wulou, who was proud of the swordsman, but Huang Zhan, the king of Zhan who had abandoned his throne.

"Chen Ji Nantian, please see King Zhan." In the twilight, Ji Nantian stood at the bow of the boat, his voice came from afar with the wind.

This time, instead of sending a letter, the monarch of the Xia Kingdom, who already held the imperial power, came to ask for an audience in person.