Suo Jinling

Chen Jing had deployed the next round of offensive plan, arranged the soldiers to the appropriate positions, and let them recharge their energy and wait for the future charge.

The sand table was in a mess, and they were lying quietly in the camp tent. It had been more than two days since they came out, and they were hiding in the dense forest. There was an open space outside the tent, which was rarely covered by branches, and a bright moon could be seen when looking up. , hanging high in the night sky.

Chen Jing walked out of the tent, brought a stone in the open space, leaned back on it, and looked at the bright moon with a blade of grass in his mouth. The huge jade plate was hung in the sky, splashing the afterglow on the ground, making it impossible to hide.

The vast past flooded in like clouds, buried Chen Jing in it, blocked his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and drowned him in it.

Since his father died at the hands of Lanchi Aguda a few years ago, his fate has been entangled with Beiyi, and then he met Jingming, met his husband, met an immortal official, and squeezed each other. The tide is like a rolling wave, carrying him with the current, ups and downs in the general trend, ice water poured into his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, rushing towards him, completely submerging him.

Because of the resignation, Prince Rui's mansion and the general's mansion were at odds with each other. From time to time, he made small trips in the court, and the tossing elder brother moved left and right, trying his best to clear up the situation for him.

Chen Jing picked up a handful of grass seeds, spread his fingers loosely, and let the grass seeds roll down from between his fingers, dripping all over the ground.

One day in the general's mansion is one day's responsibility. You must not make a mistake and step into the Thunder Pond with a fluke heart.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the matter of retiring will always lead to questioning by the Holy One one day. There are inextricable connections between Zhuxincao and her husband, Immortal Jingming.

More importantly... If he continues to stay in the general's mansion, marrying a wife and having children is an inescapable cage. He can escape once or twice, and push away once or twice. After all the calculations, the marriage was snuffed out in its infancy.

Chen Jing remained silent, his fingers were bent and clasped inward, his fingertips trembled slightly, even the skin of his flesh trembled.

I can no longer see clearly what my original self looked like, and where my original heart was left.

He clenched his fists tightly, put his fingers into his palms, and pinched his neatly trimmed nails into his flesh. His back was bent like a bow full of weight, and he couldn't even lift his neck.

Stepping on dead branches under the feet, creaking and intertwined, a figure walked out of the dark night with a flagon in hand, and the slender shadows fell under the feet, being trampled into large and small patches, surrounded by cicadas and buzzing, lingering in the moonlight among.

Lan Jingming didn't wear a mask, so he sneaked off somewhere and found it with some kind of marker. Chen Jing sat on the ground and watched quietly. Lan Jingming raised his head and shook the wine cup, but he couldn't shake a drop for a long time, his cheeks were full of smoke Hong, angry, threw away the wine pot, leaned on the ground in a daze, staggered and shuffled over, and was about to lie down on a haystack.

Chen Jing hurriedly straightened up, supported Lan Jingming's half body, wrapped him in his arms, and carefully placed Lan Jingming on the stone platform.

He didn't want Lan Jingming to be exposed to the cold air, so he took off his outer shirt, spread it on the stone platform, and put it on his back.

The apricot blossoms are filled with the aroma of wine, and the lips and teeth are drunk, as if falling into the clouds. Lan Jingming leans lazily on the stone, the corners of his eyes and brows are shining, he picks up the wine pot and shakes it downwards, a few drops of water splash out from his lips. Spread it out.

Lan Jingming melted like wine, the clothes behind his back were stained with the scent of apricot blossoms, his body was soft and rotten, and he couldn't shake the wine, his eyes widened ferociously, he picked up Chen Jing's lapel, and pulled it forward suddenly: "Where's the wine? "

These eyes were watery from the wine soaked, and they had no strength when staring at people, only a strong blush remained: "Where are you hiding?"

"No wine," Chen Jing said, "Stop drinking, I'll send you back to sleep in the army tent."

Lan Jingming tightened his brows, pondered for a while in a daze, the corners of his lips drooped, he shook his head and groaned, his nose wrinkled into a ball: "No, no, no, don't go to the tent."

"what?"

"Don't go to the tent," Lan Jingming hiccupped, fell to the ground from the stone platform, wrapped his clothes tightly behind his back, "don't go to the tent, hiccup, they beat me, I couldn't sleep well."

"Who dares to hit you?"

Chen Jing stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. It took a while to realize that Lan Jingming was half asleep, lying here, but his thoughts had already flown to the sky, and he was dragged into Beiyi's tent.

"No one dares to hit you anymore." Chen Jing sat on the ground, helped Lan Jingming half of his body, and let someone lean on his shoulders, "From now on... no one will dare to hit you again."

Lan Jingming was still drunk, with a blushing face, tossing and turning between Chen Jing's neck. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, no longer bound by etiquette rules, no longer tortured by others, he slapped his palms, and hummed in a low voice. The tune, the tune is brisk and swift like the wind, circling back and forth in the ear, outlining the picture scroll of swimming in the world.

After a song, Lan Jingming called Jin to call it a day, rolled up Chen Jing's outer shirt behind his back, leaned back and pressed it on the stone platform, and smirked as he wanted to meet Duke Zhou. , he had no choice but to bend down and spread his arms, vainly pressing Lan Jingming under his body, to shield others from the wind and snow.

Lan Jingming was half dreaming and half awake, his whole body was hot and dry from the alcohol, his eyes were in a trance, he couldn't see clearly, and a familiar aura surrounded him, he crossed his legs, stretched out his arms to hook the back of Chen Jing's neck, and dragged him to the front .

"Why don't you come and kiss me?"

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Chen Jing was dumbfounded, and blushed vividly, from the neck to the ear bones, and when the skull was lifted, the whole body would smoke and be scorched by the heat wave.

Lan Jingming had never been so straightforward, even his expression was so serious that it didn't seem like a joke. Chen Jing didn't know whether this person was drunk or awake for a while, the flesh covered by his fingers was scalding like fire, and the tongue of fire spread from his feet upwards, roasting him into ashes .

Chen Jing was slurred and couldn't even speak: "I, I, you, you, you, no, I... eh!"

Lan Jingming raised his neck, bit Chen Jing's Adam's apple, licked it between his teeth a few times, wrapped it up between his lips, leaving tooth marks like a puppy.

Chen Jing's whole body was like thunder, and he stood there for a long time without moving. This tooth mark was like a rope declaring sovereignty. He was firmly bound by the rope, branded by it, and tied tightly by it.

Lan Jingming bit his Adam's apple and felt it wasn't enough. He rubbed his lips upwards and brushed against the side of Chen Jing's neck, revealing his white teeth. He grabbed Chen Jing's lower lip and rubbed it left and right a few times.

Chen Jing couldn't hold back any longer, turned against the guest and attacked fiercely. The two kissed inseparably. The eyelashes formed into tiny ice beads, which melted in the breath.

After tossing and tossing until the moonlight sinks and the stars are hidden behind the clouds, Lan Jingming is exhausted, the drunkenness subsides a little, the pain in his head is like a small hammer hitting his forehead.

His clothes were disheveled, and he was wrapped in his arms, lying on his hot chest, as if he was supported by a thick meat|cushion, and his fatigue subsided a lot.

There are big hands behind him stroking the back of his neck, rubbing down the ear bones, rubbing the neckline, and massaging from the back, pushing away a lot of fatigue.

Lan Jingming lay comfortably, yawned long, put his head in the crook of Chen Jing's neck, and found a comfortable position to sleep.

The person he was thinking about was lying in his arms, how could Chen Jing fall asleep, he stroked Lan Jingming's neck hair lightly, one after another, smoothing out the meridians and opening the blood vessels, and pressed the person into his arms, reluctant to let go for a long time.

"If this great enmity is avenged, and the Bodhisattva's great kindness and virtue, can you take Chen Jing in?" Chen Jing breathed hoarsely, not as if telling others, but more like saying to himself, "If I can't be by your side, now The old Chen Jing...doesn't want to go anywhere."