Chang'an Youth Tour

"Prince Helian is really not afraid of the cold, so he came out to sell wine so early?" Rong Hao teased him.

The barbarians of Xirong, if they don't read poetry and books, they must not understand.No, he is a Xiluo barbarian, he can't be beaten to death, he can't be frozen to death, and his ghost lingers.

Helian didn't speak, it was because Rong Hao was really embarrassed, he didn't need to say more, his whole body was covered in snow, even his clothes were mostly wet, walking in the snow in the middle of the night was really a joy.

Rong Hao wanted to say more, but Helian directly grabbed his belt, picked him up, threw him on the horse, and got on the horse himself.The yellow pussy horse given by Rong Haoyu was clever, it sneezed on the spot, followed it, and stamped its hoofs in the snow.

He fully expected that Helian would take him back to the Xirong embassy, ​​but who knew he went to Xicheng, the square market in Xicheng is the most chaotic place, there are no stones or bricks on the ground, and there is mud everywhere.But there were still many people there at this time, Helian rode a horse and took him to a small tavern, where the lights were warm and the wine was fragrant, and many barbarians gathered.In one of the big pots, there was a large piece of unknown meat cooked in the tumbling thick soup, which was unexpectedly fragrant. Hu people have always been good at using spices.The floor is covered with intricately patterned Persian carpets, and an orchid in red is dancing, with beautiful honey-colored skin, a veil, knickerbockers, bare feet, countless bells all over her body, and even a string of small golden bells around her ankles. With the rotation, it makes a fine bell sound.A group of Hu merchants were excited to see it, and cheered loudly with their wine glasses, and some brought out Hu Jia and pipa to make peace.

Helian threw him between a pile of pillows and the curtains, and the strong scent of spices hit him, unexpectedly warm and comfortable.The shopkeeper brought hot soup over earlier, He connected the soup bowl, stuffed it to Rong Hao, and said: "No wine, bring some naan cakes."

"Who wants to eat your naan, it's too bad to eat." Rong Hao said with disgust.

Helian ignored him, and when the naan bread arrived, it was as hard as iron, not as good as the bland ones served in the palace banquet, but he held down the edge of the bread with a knife, tore it into small pieces, and dipped it in the hot soup , when it was stuffed, Rong Hao ate two mouthfuls and thought it was not bad.

"I don't know what kind of meat is stewed, maybe it's human flesh." He started looking for trouble again.The shopkeeper who came over could only listen but not speak Chinese, so he waved his hands anxiously when he heard this.

"Isn't human flesh just right?" Helian fed him and said, "Master Rong has eaten everything, except human flesh. Today is a good time to try something new."

It was he who boasted to the Xirong people about the royal chef of the Great Zhou court, and he heard it too. He is really a despicable Hero, who is better at listening to corners than Xiaoyan.

While Rong Hao scolded him in his heart, he ate half a pancake with hot soup and returned to Yangyang.The Xiluo people just didn't wink. Seeing that he couldn't eat anymore, he still fed him. Master Rong was unambiguous, and immediately stared at him with white eyes: "Are you feeding the pig?"

Helian laughed immediately, he had a beautiful face, and when he smiled, he was very bright, like the sun.He wasn't angry either, and sat beside him with one leg bent, ate Rong Hao's soup with the remaining half of the pancake, and slowly finished it.His teeth don't know who they look like, they are neat and sharp, and he even looks very good-looking when eating, which is different from Rong Hao's elegant and calm good-looking, and tends to be more like a beast, with natural and wild beautiful movements.

This store is also strange, there is no chair, but there are many tent-like curtains hanging down, thick carpets, and soft pillows piled on the floor.No matter how Rong Hao sat, he didn't feel right, so he changed a few movements, and didn't want to imitate Helian, so he piled up many pillows and lay down with his arms on them.

Satisfied with wine and food, and warm, he immediately felt drowsy, too lazy to get up, kicked off his shoes, and began to untie his robe again. Like his clothes, he was accustomed to using Jiangnan silk, which was the softest and most precious texture. Not a little bit of grinding, just a little rolling, it will be full of fine wrinkles, which has a kind of embarrassing beauty.Helian remained calm, just watching him toss.

Rong Hao finally found a comfortable position, and when he was about to fall asleep, he spoke.

"What was the poem you just read?"

"What are you reading?" Rong Hao wanted to get away with it.

"When I was carrying you just now, what poem did you recite when you were drunk?" Helian asked again.

"Why tell you?"

Helian stopped asking, and turned to look at Hu Shang who was opposite him.This Xiluo barbarian is sometimes quite boring, like that day in the hunting ground, he was stabbed with a knife, but he was not angry, and went to look for herbs in silence.

That guy Nie Biao pretended he didn't know what kind of strong alcohol it was. Once it warmed up, the alcohol evaporated from his stomach again, making it uncomfortably hot.Master Rong is not someone who can bear it, so he immediately raised his foot and kicked Helian's thigh.

But his strength was equivalent to scratching an itch for Helian, Helian turned to look at him again, didn't speak, just watched quietly.

"What are you looking at me for?" Rong Hao scolded him again: "Barbarian Xirong, look at me and dig out your eyes."

He Lian was laughed angrily by him, his blue eyes were bent, and he said with a smile: "Master Rong is so precious, why don't people see him?"

"I won't let you see it, how about it?"

He kicked him while talking, Helian waited for him to kick twice, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle, dragging him over.The strength of the two people is not at the same level at all, it is as easy as a lion fighting a rabbit, he bullied himself over and pressed Rong Hao between a pile of pillows.Learning the lesson from the hunting ground last time, he raised his hand and pulled out the dagger pinned to his waist, cut off the tie, and the brightly colored tulle curtain hung down like a stream of water, enveloping them and forming a closed space.The sounds of Hu Jia and pipa are far away, the noise of guests, and the incomprehensible Hu language are all far away. The only thing that is within reach is this Helian, a Hero, with light golden hair and beautiful hair like the sun. face, and the heat of hiss on the pinnae.

"Read your poem to me again." He leaned over and whispered in Rong Hao's ear: "Master Rong, I want to hear you read your poem."

Damn Xiluo barbarian, he can't tell the difference between poetry and words, and he is still here to listen to poetry.

But maybe it was too much alcohol, or maybe it was because his blue eyes were too pretty, and the crimson and deep purple curtains hanging around had a dreamlike gorgeousness, Rong Hao actually read it out.

"Driving and running, the time is passing by, the small head is rich, the snail is famous, what is it, and the appearance is high..." He stared at the golden tassels hanging from the ceiling, his eyes gradually became blurred: "Throw the cloud spring, play with me Dust, strong festivals and so on..."

Helian closed his eyes, his hair rubbed against Rong Hao's ears, and his breath seemed to be filled with fiery flames: "Very good, keep reading."

"Fortunately, there are smoke and waves in the five lakes, a boat full of wind and moon, and I will have to go back to the old fisherman."

"The smoke and waves of the five lakes, a boat full of wind and moon, will have to go back to the old fisherman." He repeated Rong Hao's last sentence, softly sighing: "It's really a good word, Mr. Rong."

What poetry do you know, you Hero barbarian?Rong Hao wanted to scold him like this.But he didn't say anything. In fact, he still had a lot to say, but he was too tired recently, and everything he said was wrong, so he didn't say anything.

Fly-headed and lucrative, snail-cornered and famous, a scholar is extremely elegant, and he wants to go back to the mountains to become a hermit, but he can't be a hermit.Not only can't be a hermit, but also can't be a mastermind.Luo Heng is so good, the three qin pieces, there are so many pieces that the monarch and his ministers get together, Bole meets the Chollima, but he doesn't play high mountains and flowing water, but wants to play "Fishing and Woodcutter", which is really heartbreaking.

With Luo Heng, that little idiot Yan Junyu didn't come to ask him anymore. He really wanted to say, Yan Junyu, do you know?Mrs. Ye’s question about being a gentleman is for me, don’t always ask me about tactics, and occasionally ask me about poetry, I’m the best reader in the Eastern Palace.Xiaoyan, although His Highness does not think highly of Mrs. Ye, but he feels sorry for me...

Ye Xuanji said, the Ye family is different, the Ye family is embarrassed, but the Ye family will cry miserably, everyone in the world knows that the Ye family is wronged.Ye Shen lived a free and easy life, the current situation was good, he was romantic and unrestrained, and he was the king of the south of the Yangtze River.The situation is not good, he let go, leaving the mess for posterity to clean up, who is the posterity, it is Rong Ling.Ye Xuanji said that the Ye family is different, but in fact the Rong family is the one. Rong Ling is not as good as Luo Shensi, Ye Shen is not as good as decisive, and Chen Sanjin is not as good as Chen Sanjin, but he is the only one who died well, keeping the legend of the year a little bit. Withered, even the blood on the ground was wiped clean.Why do romance stories never like to talk about him?If someone asks Rong Ling: What is your role?Rong Ling probably said: I don't know either, just take one step at a time, do your best, and be worthy of the country.

But Jiangshan won't remember me, it will remember Xiao Jingyan, Ye Lingyu, and maybe Luo Heng, but Jiangshan will definitely not remember me...

Rong Hao didn't move for a long time, so long that Helian thought he was asleep, until he heard him whisper: "That person is not Ye Liuyu..."

"what?"

Rong Hao still stared at the top of the tent, his eyes seemed to be drunk, he said: "You know what? The day I went to arrest Li Daoyong, he said that there was only one in the East Palace who could be as good as him. Xiaoyan thought he was talking about Ye Liangyu, but they only knew Ye Liangyu..."

He was so drunk that his eyes couldn't even align with others, but he was just dazed, with such aggrieved expression.Helian leaned down to look at him, how could this damned Xirong man have such gentle eyes, he looked like a wild wolf when he was fierce, but he would look at him like this, as if he didn't care about everyone in the world and just focused on watching Own.

Rong Hao would have been able to hold on, if Helian hadn't asked him like this: "Is that person you?"

How can you be so smart, this damn Xirong.Rong Hao knew that he must be drunk, because drunk people will become stupid.Maybe Helian was lying to herself, Xirong people are very fond of deceiving.

But the way he looked at himself was too gentle.

"It's me." Rong Hao admitted in a very hopeless manner, his eyes were full of wine, as if he was about to cry out of grievance, and shouted: "That person is me! No one knows. No one will ever know! "

"I know." Helian told him seriously.

"You know what's the use?"

Rong Hao's words sometimes make people want to beat him up, but he is so arrogant that people want to kiss him, Helian can't laugh or cry.However, he had already diverted his attention and was not wronged. He seemed to have started to use alcohol to do bad things. He even reached out and touched Helian's face with a smug smile: "Your eyes are so beautiful, I want to touch them." touch."

"It can't be touched." Helian grabbed his finger.

"Why can't you touch it?" He showed that pampered look again, as if he was going to punish people brutally in the next moment. The little prince of King Pingxi has a bad temper.

Helian didn't speak, just held his chin and kissed him like this.He also kissed people with an unreasonable wildness. Rong Hao was so fascinated by the kiss that he couldn't struggle and was trapped in the prison of curtains and pillows, sinking deeper and deeper.This made him feel like a sheep that fell into the wolf's mouth. He was extremely weak due to excessive blood loss, and he couldn't even detect when Helian put his hand into his inner robe.

There are thin calluses on his fingers, is he practicing bow or sword?The place where it touched seemed to be ignited, and the flames were connected into a line, gradually burning into a prairie fire.The alcohol spread, everything seemed to be glowing with warmth, the broad palms ran down the side of the waist, the young man's skin was softer than Wen Yu's, it almost made people suspect that he was about to break him.

But Rong Hao didn't struggle at all, he even responded enthusiastically, he even had such a bad temper when he was kissed, he inserted his fingers into Helian's hair roots, his light golden hair was as soft as silk, and he just groaned when he was scratched With a sound, kiss him harder.

If it could be said that it was justifiable to be raped last time in the hunting ground, then there is really no excuse this time.

This cold thought flashed through his mind, like a silver needle piercing a dream, Rong Hao finally regained some willpower.

He struggled to get up, slapped Helian, got up and ran.

The soaked robe and the white fox-leg cloak almost tripped him up, and only one of his boots was put on. Nothing could be more embarrassing than this.Hu merchants around were surprised to see this disheveled Zhou aristocratic young man fleeing the tavern in a hurry, and even the sound of the pipa stopped.

Only when he ran out of the entrance of the tavern did Rong Hao dare to look back. Among the heavy curtains, the young man with blond hair from Xirong did not chase after him. He was still lying between the pile of pillows, looking at him calmly, as if he had known for a long time. ended this way.

Rong Hao didn't dare to look any further, he got on his horse in a hurry, it was snowing heavily outside, and he fled in despair.