Bad wolves are not easy to mess with

It was the murderous Tian Mingyang, Tian Mingyao smiled and licked his lips: "It tastes good."

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Tian Mingyang regained his composure, and gritted his teeth while smiling: "Father, Mu Nan's case has been resolved, and the injury and recovery have been healed. I think it's time to go back home."

"In this case, I will listen to Qingqing. I will send someone to take you back home tomorrow morning."

"Bright……"

"Tonight, just spend the night here." Interrupted softly, Tian Yanyao hooked the corners of his lips slightly, but his smile like a pool of spring water made Tian Mingyang feel a chill down his spine.

"Huh? Okay?" Tian Yanyao approached and asked in a low voice.

This expression—is it really for me to choose? !

His eyes became darker, and Tian Mingyang sneered: "Can you tell me, my son?"

"Heh...Qingqing can talk about it—" The voice was soft to the bones, but there was a strong pressure in the eyes, the room temperature dropped suddenly at that moment, and the night seemed to be several times darker.

……

The night was low and the candles were burning. On the side of the dragon bed, Tian Yanyao frowned and poured down a large bowl of decoction, then picked up the candied fruit on the tray and quickly swallowed it in his mouth. His frowning eyebrows stretched out layer by layer.

"Qingqing, come here." He opened his mouth slowly, as if feeling the bitterness inadvertently while opening his mouth, his face twisted suddenly.

Afraid of the pain of medicine, fear of being like this, the king's aura is completely destroyed in an instant, this side is rare to see!

Suppressing his smile, Tian Mingyang still put on a cold face: "Father's palace is so big, is this the only place to sleep?" His eyes fell on the bed full of silk, thinking that he was the one with those concubines. The concubine has sex here every night, and her dislike for the dragon bed has deepened.

"What's the matter? Didn't Qingqing often sleep with the emperor before?" With candied fruit in his mouth, Tian Yanyao's voice was a little vague.

Pursing her lips, she suddenly felt that the word "before" was extremely harsh, and hummed in the back of her throat: "I have passed the age of curly hair, and I still share the bed with my father, doesn't my father think it is wrong?" Certain memories belonging to this body flashed away from his mind, and all the intimacy and doting that happened on this bed made Tian Mingyang feel agitated for no reason, he shook his head violently, and wiped away the messy images in his mind.

"Let's talk about this kind of thing after you are weak!" Tian Yan Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled Tian Ming Yang into his arms, and said, "Qingqing, you lost your temper this time, it seems to be too long!"

Endured to the limit?Are the fangs finally showing?

Coldly hooking his lips, Tian Mingyang said mercilessly: "Father, I didn't lose my temper. I have grown up and thought I made it very clear, but Father still doesn't seem to understand." Feeling The arms around his body tightened suddenly, his ribs ached slightly, Tian Mingyang chuckled softly: "That is to say——no matter how you coax Father, the former Seventh Prince will never come back!"

Suddenly, his body lightened, his vision was messed up, and there was a muffled sound from his back, and he was pressed on the bed by Tian Yanyao, his face was so handsome that no trace of time could be seen, but it was an expression he had never seen before.

It is annoyed, but forbearing; it is excited, but also firm.

"Since the day you were announced to enter the palace, do you really think I can't see your transformation?" The hand that grabbed the shoulder was strong, Tian Mingyang frowned because of the pain, Tian Mingyang leaned over and leaned over , so close that Tian Mingyang could almost count the slender eyelashes.

"Don't say any more nonsense about the past and present! I said you are Qingqing, and you are my Qingqing! You'd better—don't force me to take this matter seriously!" In a trembling voice, Sisi Penetrating into the bone marrow, Tian Yanyao leaned closer to Tian Mingyang's ear, softened his voice, and murmured: "Qingqing, be good. I will pretend that you never said anything today."

A chilling feeling crawled all over his body from his back, Tian Mingyang was a little stiff, savoring the meaning of those few sentences over and over again in his mind.

What does it mean to see the transformation?What do you mean don't force him to be serious?What is it that has never been said before...

Own identity—was seen through? !

But if this is the case, why...he didn't mind, and didn't even expose the deception? !Could it be... is he afraid to accept the fact that the real Seventh Prince is dead, and would rather use himself as a substitute?

asshole--

Clenching his fists tightly, Tian Mingyang didn't know why a cloud of anger rose in his chest, the big bed made a creaking sound, Tian Yanyao surrounded him, and lay down on the outside with his clothes on, Tian Mingyang glanced sideways at Jinxiu Huahua I felt sick for a while: "My son is full of bones, I'm afraid it's not as comfortable for concubines and nobles to hold!"

"Huh?" Tian Yanyao was taken aback for a moment, and the hot and humid breath swept over Tian Mingyang's side face: "Heh... my bedroom is also where they came in!"

The contemptuous voice made Tian Mingyang raise his eyes involuntarily, and searched the scattered memories, but he really never remembered which concubine Tian Yanyao called to serve the bed. Even if he went to spend the night with other concubines, it was actually not very frequent. It's just routine...

With four eyes facing each other, Tian Yanyao's gaze softened, and he smiled softly: "So Qingqing is entangled in this matter..."

"No." In a low voice, he wanted to turn his head away, but Tian Yanyao's big hand stroked the side of his face and forced him to look at him.

"Qingqing, let me take a good look." Hei Yao's eyes were like pools of water, and his sight was like spring water wrapping every inch of his skin, and finally lingering on his face.For a moment, the black eyes were a little blurred, as if looking through him, looking at some unknown place...

The big hand rubbed the side of his face without authorization, touching it very provocatively and tenderly.The kind of affectionate gaze that was full of reminiscence made Tian Mingyang's breathing stagnate, and his heartbeat stalled for a moment, so that he didn't have time to notice that face getting closer...

"...Go to sleep..." At the moment when he was close at hand, Tian Yanyao suddenly sighed, embraced Tian Mingyang and became silent.Although he concealed it very well, Tian Mingyang still fully captured the loss in the blink of an eye.

The broad chest, the faint cold fragrance, and that person's unique, gentle and warm breathing...surrounding himself in an extremely real way, and trying to invade.However, Tian Mingyang is now clearer than ever that all of this may never have stayed for himself.

Suddenly, Tian Mingyang felt a sharp pain in his heart, and Tian Mingyang chuckled softly.

This dead boy, even the stinking disease of heart disease is going to be passed on to Lao Tzu!

Damn it, bastard...

26

26. Revenge...

In the emperor's bedroom, the palace lanterns are always bright.

Two thin shadows appeared in the tent, and the body rose and fell with the breathing, and then, the overlapping images were divided into two, and the slender shadow paused for a while, facing the sleeping person, and lifted the tent for a while.

He refuses to turn off the lights even when he sleeps, this person—is really afraid of loneliness!

Smiling lightly, Tian Mingyang dressed neatly and walked out of the bedroom with silent steps.

As he walked, he took off the gauze on his right hand and put it in his bosom.On the palm of his right hand, there was only a shallow scar left.

Turning around the courtyard wall, I stumbled, and a flower pot shook twice.Under the clear moonlight, the purple flower clusters have an elegant luster.

Tian Mingyang suddenly remembered the scene that he came across inadvertently when he came here——

"Be careful, take this flower to a cool place, don't be damaged by the sun! This is the best hydrangea sent by the Second Highness, if it is damaged, we will not be able to pay for it!" An eunuch pointed to various flowers in the yard, He reminded the little eunuch who was taking care of the sundries.

"Well, I heard that the Second Highness is particularly fond of rare and exotic plants. There is a flower garden in the mansion, which is dedicated to growing flowers and viewing them, is it true?"

"Naturally it is true. This kind of four-color hydrangea is the best among the best. It is said that it is a flower species introduced from Fanjiang in the north. It is unique to the Second Highness in Tianhua Jingzhong."

……

The breed in Fanjiang in the north is unique to the Second Highness, right?

Tian Mingyang recalled the conversation in his memory, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his lips——Second brother, second brother, you fanned the flames and made me eat the heavy board, it should be settled!

Bending down to grab a handful of colorful petals, Tian Mingyang walked out of the courtyard.

There is a tree opposite the guest hall of Munan's envoy, the locust tree.

The ghost living on the tree is the locust tree.

The shadow of the moon whirled, and the leaves of the trees rustled.On top of the locust tree, a ghostly figure was facing Mu Nan's envoy's bedroom, motionless.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he was thinking about a very profound question.

Can a person without lightness skills climb over a wall?He turned it over, and it turned out pretty well.

Can a person without internal strength be assassinated?He went, full of confidence.

Who is that man who looks like Tian Mingyang?Just like whether Mu Nan's envoy will die unexpectedly tonight, An Shishi doesn't know.

……

The footsteps are as light as a cat, and the slender black shadow sneaks in silently, and the thin shadow hidden in the night is full of murderous aura. At this time, the bedroom of the envoy Mu Nan is still burning with warm candles.

"My lord, news has come from the court that His Highness the Third Highness has monopolized the power. Ascension to the throne - just around the corner. It's just... there is still one token missing!"

"Your Highness has a seal, but what's missing is the dagger for mobilizing the army... You bastard! I searched Bai Qingtong's bedroom and couldn't find the dagger he carried with him!"

"Don't be restless, my lord. His Royal Highness is dead, and where the dagger is is an eternal secret. No one except the emperor and the prince knows how to distinguish the authenticity of the dagger. Now the emperor's spirit is hard to maintain." Qingming, even if the adults take back a fake, the Third Highness will not know..."

"It turns out that you have searched all over the iron shops in the capital for the past few days just to make fakes!"

"Yes, my lord. The dagger has been forged, please take a look at it..."

"Hahaha—you really—are a caring servant!"

The exquisite short knife is filled with the splendor of candlelight, and on the silver handle, the red treasure inlaid in the complicated emblem pattern