Proudly follow your heart

The border is not peaceful, and the friction between Beijiang and the guards of the Xia Kingdom has intensified. At the same time, in Shundu, preparations for the alliance ceremony between the Yingxiao League and Wulou have begun.

The Yingxiao League is powerful and powerful, and the Wulou has amazing financial resources. If these two factions want to form an alliance, let alone invite all parties to witness it in half a month, even if it is a day, why worry about it being too late to prepare.

Wulou has a detached status in the Jianghu, never leans towards any side, is not considered a righteous person, and has nothing to do with the underworld. This alliance with the Yingxiao League is the first time that he has shown a preference for a certain side. On the other hand, these two factions are more or less related to the power of the imperial court. This decision made many people think deeply.

Whether this alliance will be related to the imperial court will not have any impact on the world. With such an idea in mind, all forces will naturally come to see what happened.

Jun Zhanran expected this a long time ago. He didn't have to worry about the content of the ceremony. Xiao Hu and Luo Qian took care of everything, and he never asked during the period. During the past half month, he seemed to have done nothing.

"Canglang" rested on the pen stand, and it has not moved for a long time. There are some ink colors left in the inkstone on the table, which was also used a long time ago. The good Suyue Menghua stored in the drawer was sold in Wulou The best paper, perfect for writing poems and drawing, neatly stored in a stack, untouched for several days.

It was a good thing that Yingxiaomeng formed an alliance with Wulou, but there was no joy on Jun Zhanlan's face. It's not that he was unhappy, it's just that no one could find detailed joy on his face.

"Xiao Hu, is the alliance tomorrow?" Inside the Wutao Pavilion, the scenery remains the same, and so are the figures, one person, one harp, one table, one wine. Jun Zhanlan sat here for a long time, as if meditating, no one disturbed, suddenly Suddenly he raised his head and asked this question.

"Back to the host, it's tomorrow, and the things needed for the ceremony are almost ready, and it's not far from Fuwu Mountain. I don't know when the host wants to leave, tomorrow morning, or tonight?" At noon on the second day, Xiao Hu had already made arrangements, so no matter what time he set off, there would be no problem.

"What's going on with the Howling Eagles League, what's the message?" The person in the wheelchair only asked, without giving an answer. It seemed that the attitude of the Howling Eagles League itself was more important than the ceremony of forming an alliance.

Xiao Hu thought about it puzzledly, and looked at the lonely figure in the pavilion, "What else can the Yingxiao League say? The Yingshuai must have made preparations a long time ago, and when the ceremony started, there has been no news in the past few days. "

Could it be that the host wants the Yingshuai to ask him about his situation?Xiao Hu knew about the relationship between these two people, so he didn't dare to say it outright, but he thought so in his heart, he didn't think it was a bit funny, even though the host seemed so silent, he still cared about Yingshuai very much.

Jun Zhan didn't know what he was thinking, but in fact Xiao Hu's prediction was completely different from the actual situation.

"It's all right, let's go down, and leave early tomorrow morning." Waving his hand, the man facing the mist on the top of the mountain fell silent and didn't speak anymore.Xiao Hu doesn't think it's strange about this, their landlord has always been like this, they are more quiet than talking, but every time they open their mouths, those indifferent eyes that don't have the slightest emotion will look at each other, People who always look at it are a little apprehensive.

Thinking about it carefully, when the poster looked at Yingshuai, he seemed to be different. No matter how you say it, the relationship between the two is different after all.Xiao Hu retreated, and Jun Zhanran was in the Wutao Pavilion, where he met Nangong Cang Ao for the first time. In a few months, the two people who met each other in battle were ready to become allies under the witness of various factions , advance and retreat together.

People in the Jianghu place the most emphasis on credibility and face. If there is no major event in this alliance, the Tiger Roaring Alliance will be firmly tied to Wulou for a long time to come, sharing weal and woe, advancing and retreating together.

The corners of his mouth raised subtly, under the brocade robe, Jun Zhanran's hand was on the qin, and a wisp of qin sounded, spreading away slowly, but out of tune.

Holding down the strings with one hand, he let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and noticed something strange in vain.

With his eyes still open, he waved his hands, and with a click, a rock outside the Wutao Pavilion shattered to the ground. The person who was standing on the rock jumped lightly and landed on the ground. To form an alliance, is this how you treat your allies today? Zhan Ran, it's me."

Approaching him, the last two words fell into his ears leisurely. Jun Zhanran opened his eyes. In front of him was a pair of thick eyebrows and narrow eyes. He is unparalleled in handsomeness, heroic and unrestrained, somewhat romantic and free and easy, but his eyes are deep, hiding a sharp edge underneath.

He was looking at him with a smile, still dressed in the same black clothes with a long knife on his waist.

It is this handle that covers the sun, the light of the knife is red and fierce, but the edge of the knife is cold, fierce and icy cold.

I always feel that Nangong Cangao is like the sun-shielding knife on his body. When he is out of the sheath, he can only see the domineering appearance. After he is out of the sheath, he can feel the deep cold air of the blade. This cold air is completely different from the wanton noise on his surface. Different, it looks warm on the outside, but if a taboo is violated, it is like the blade is unsheathed, and the rest is only cold and evil, and blood will be seen when it comes out.

His eyes moved slightly, and Jun Zhanran looked at him quietly for a moment. Fang Buddha had never looked at him carefully, and suddenly smiled, "Why did you come to see me before the alliance? Could it be that you can't wait for the alliance ceremony tomorrow?"

"Why don't you ask me what happened after I went to see Huang De? Could it be that you don't care at all?" After hearing his teasing, Nangong Cangao asked and answered, looking down at him, showing a bit of displeasure .

"You stand in front of me intact. Why should I worry about it? If you want to say worried, I should worry about that His Majesty. With your temper, even if you want to be hypocritical, you won't be willing to be criticized by him in front of that kind of person." Pointing to the seat beside him, asking him to sit down, Jun Zhanran said lightly.

These words sound like teasing his temper, but they are also telling him that he believes that no one can do anything to him.

The fact is indeed the case, maybe he was planning to whitewash Taiping at first, but in the end he still tore up his face with Kangti.

Nangong Cangao sat down, shifted Jun Zhanran's wheelchair in front of him, and shook his head at him, "If you want to praise me, you can't just say it clearly, you have to beat around the bush like this?"

"Who is Yingshuai who likes to guess riddles? If you don't do this, I'm afraid that one day you will find it boring." The confrontation seems to have become a habit. On the contrary, his bracelet was on the back of Nangong Cang Ao's neck.

"I guess Huangde has nothing to do with you. That scroll is still in your hand, so you probably wouldn't use it to press the bottom of the box, but he is the king of a country after all. You are summoned into the palace, are you really okay?" Almost With flawless fingers caressing the back of the neck, it was like stroking the strings of a piano. Jun Zhanran's voice was deep and gentle.

The hot air of his breath was attached to Nangong Cang Ao's side, he asked him with concern if he was really okay, his worry could not be concealed in his soft and calm voice, as Danqing's hand caressed behind his back, and his knees were pressed against him. Sitting on his knees under the sun for a long time, the cold incense on his body seemed to be infected with heat, and the warm body temperature leaned against Nangong Cangao's.

How can one be calm in this situation, "Zhanran..."

Nangong Cangao's tone also lowered, his eyes were burning, he called his name in a low voice, retracted his arms, hugged him tightly, and rubbed the side of his face with warmth.

No one spoke, Nangong Cang Ao remembered what he had heard in the main hall of the palace, he was silent for a moment, then tightly clasped his arms, and breathed out a hot breath in his ear, "What else can happen, Huang De intends Instigating your relationship with me, I was speechless, as for what he said, you don't have to worry about him, just remember, as long as you don't let me down, I will never let you down."

There seemed to be a heat warmer than the sun on his body, spreading towards him, the arms wrapped around him powerfully, whispering softly, there was a bit of inadvertent danger in the extremely gentle voice.

Jun Zhanran closed his eyes, as if he was a little annoyed, "What stupid things, what irresponsible things, if I am that kind of person, you can put me in your prison as much as you want."

Nangong Cang Ao laughed and kissed him on the face, "I'm afraid I still can't bear it."

Suddenly stood up, hugged the person in the chair into his arms, and before Jun Zhanran could make a statement, the black clothes flew up like wings, "Why don't you go back to your room and talk again, so that you don't have to say it again when the time comes?" Not to be approached outside."

The door of the room was closed, and it was still sunny outside. The sunlight in the room was just right, but it was covered by the curtains on the windows. The misty sunlight fell through the curtains, and there was a little bit of moisture, accompanied by suppressed groans on the bed.

"Cang Ao, you can't...be gentle..." Grabbing the head of the bed, Jun Zhanran's voice trembled, his body was already wet with sweat, his undressed clothes were still in a mess, the man on top of him seemed to want to move He crushed it in his arms, and hugged his arms tightly, "Say it again, call me by my name—"

"...Cang Ao." As if he didn't know what's special about this, the two words that he uttered easily were tainted with ambiguity of lust, and it was only when he blurted out that he found the passion in it.

"Very good." Satisfied with a low smile, the man galloping on top of another man was breathing rapidly, sweat dripping down his skin, there was a scorching heat, as if something else was deeply imprinted into it with sweat Inside the body, "Zhanran... Zhanran..."

He kept calling in his ears, his limbs were intertwined, and there was a lustful hot flash floating in the air.

Jun Zhanran was burning all over, Nangong Cangao's demands were always fierce and enthusiastic, he could hear his words, but everything else seemed to be far away, the climax came wave after wave, opened his eyes, Then he saw a pair of eyes full of lust and passion above him, "Your person is mine already, when will you admit it and give me your heart?"

"What?" Thoughts seemed to be still floating, Jun Zhanran's sweaty hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and his voice became much clearer.

"I want you to tell me, did your heart agree with me?" Nangong Cangao bit his ear with a strong tone, like a domineering and fanatical demand, but with a gentle smile to cover it up, "We are A friend is a confidant, and a confidant who can have sex on the bed, you still don't admit that your heart has been promised to me?"