Tyrant's Secret

Ling Jue was dressed in a black dragon robe inlaid with gold, standing on the tower, quietly watching Zhan Yanchu lead the army out of the city gate.

The banners blew by the strong wind squeaked, and the horseshoes sounded like thunder. At the beginning of the banquet, they put on firm and sharp, and rode steadily at the forefront of the team.

Even in the crowd, Ling Jue can tell his back at a glance.

That strong and straight back once carried him through the dark and secret passage, Ling Jue seemed to still remember the warmth of that broad back.

Now that figure is fading away.

Ling Jue sighed almost inaudibly until he could barely see the figure, raised his hand, looked at the warm celadon medicine bottle in his hand, and waved it out of the city.

The small medicine bottle fell on the green grass outside the city, and the body of the bottle was broken into pieces in an instant, and all the fine white medicine powder sank into the wet mud.

Ling Jue flicked his sleeves and turned around, without looking back.

Zhan Yanchu suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing pain in his heart, turned around suddenly, and glanced at the tower, the people above had already left.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Yiyu teased Zhan Chu.

Zhan Yanchu shook his head and smiled, then turned around: "It's nothing, let's go!"

Meng Yiyu didn't speak any more, and patted Zhan Yanchu on the shoulder.

"Elder-in-law, why are you giving so many picture albums to the subordinates! These subordinates know everything!" A man sat on the seat, flipping through the picture albums in his hand shamelessly, with a bit of sophistication and frivolity in his eyes.

Pu Huaiyan looked at him, feeling a little regretful in his heart. In fact, he chose Guan Qu mainly because he listened to the advice of the imperial physician. Pu Huaiyan is not very optimistic about his conduct.

He frowned slightly without any trace, and said to the guards beside him: "Go and hug General Guan more!"

Guan Qu closed the album when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Eunuch, this... I'm afraid you won't need it! One or two books are enough to relieve boredom! If Eunuch wants to be so old-fashioned, it's better to find two beauties, preferably a man and a woman. ..."

"Read it all!" Pu Huaiyan ordered and closed the door.

Pu Huaiyan came out from the side hall, pacing back and forth anxiously.

He looked outside hesitantly, the sky was gray and covered with dark clouds, everything was dim, oppressive and suffocating.

Pu Huaiyan seemed to be affirmed, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, pulled out the letter from his sleeve and said to the guard beside him: "Give this letter to General Zhan! The sooner the better!"

The guard couldn't help but wonder: "Eunuch, you forgot that General Zhan was ordered to go to war, so he should have left the capital long ago!"

Pu Huaiyan has always been a good talker, but this time he was not as accommodating as usual, he just scolded hurriedly: "No matter what method is used! It must be delivered within an hour! Otherwise, be careful with your head!"

The guard hurriedly knelt down on the ground, cupped his hands and said, "Yes! This subordinate obeys!"

Pu Huaiyan waited for the guards to leave, then looked at the cloudy sky, and sighed: "God has the virtue of good life, just help our family to gamble once!"

"It's raining today no matter what!" Lu Feng lifted the curtain and walked in annoyedly, twisted the cloak hard, and squeezed out a puddle of water.

"Yeah! It's really a bad start!" Meng Yiyu pulled off Lu Feng's cloak and wiped the raindrops from his face.

"Bah! How are you talking? Crow's mouth!" Lu Feng spat at him.

Zhan Yanchu sat on the chair, watched the two of them making a fuss, couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, poured two cups of hot tea, and greeted him: "The sky has been cloudy, and it's only natural that it's raining. Brother Meng, Feng Brother, you two, stop standing there and make a fuss, come over and have some tea to warm up!"

"Brother Zhan is still considerate!" Meng Yiyu bent down, supported the table with one hand, took a cup of hot tea with the other and took a few sips. The bigger the fall, the more delay the march will have!"

Lu Feng sat down on the chair with strides, poured hot tea in one gulp, and sighed: "No! If the weather were warmer, we could have marched in the rain! It's still cold today, and the soldiers are drenched in the rain. I can't take it anymore! I can only set up camp first!"

"There's no way around this! Just treat it as recharging your energy!" Zhan Yanchu comforted.

"Report—" There was an urgent report from outside the tent.

Meng Yiyu was drinking tea, choked, coughed several times, and scolded: "What's the matter? So urgent! Those who didn't know thought that the enemy army launched a surprise attack just after leaving the city gate!"

The guard didn't have time to admit his mistake, he knelt down on the ground when he saw Zhan Yanchu, and hastily took out the letter. Obviously he rushed here in a hurry, looking extremely embarrassed: "Major General Zhan, your letter!"

"My letter?" Zhan Yanchu was a little surprised, took the letter and said, "Thank you."

"It's just the beginning of the expedition, what's the rush?" Lu Feng couldn't help asking.

"Probably it's a letter from my father!" Zhan Yanchu smiled, took the letter, opened it and read it.

Zhan Yan Chu only watched for a moment, his face suddenly turned pale, his smile froze on his face, his fingers were almost trembling.

Meng Yiyu's eyes dimmed when he saw that the banquet had turned into this at the beginning, and he guessed that the matter was probably related to His Majesty.

"Brother Zhan, you, are you alright?" Lu Feng didn't know it, and it was the first time he saw Zhan Yanchu like this, so he couldn't help asking worriedly.

Zhan Yanchu didn't seem to be able to hear it, but shook his hands and held the letter tightly, his eyes were red.

Meng Yiyu looked at him solemnly.

At the beginning of the banquet, he walked quickly to the tent door.

"Brother Zhan, where are you going under such heavy rain!" Lu Feng asked curiously.

Zhan Yanchu stopped in his tracks, turned his back to Lu Feng, and said word by word: "Go back to Beijing!"

"What? You!" Lu Feng stood up anxiously and wanted to stop Zhan Yanchu, but Meng Yiyu grabbed his arm.

"Let him go!" Meng Yiyu narrowed his eyes.

Lu Feng watched Zhan Yanchu lift the curtain and disappear into the rain, and anxiously said to Meng Yiyu, "Let him go? Do you know that we are going out to fight by order, not to play. If he rushes back to Beijing like this, he won't be afraid." Was it captured by the soldiers guarding the city?"

Meng Yiyu persuaded him: "Don't worry, since the person who wrote the letter can deliver this letter to him and let him return to Beijing, he must have his own arrangements!"

Ling Jue sat in front of the dragon case, concentrating on writing the memorial, everything seemed to be as usual.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take a bath." The little eunuch who was studying ink at the side saw that it was almost time, and leaned over to remind him.

The pen in Ling Jue's hand paused, and he replied coldly: "I see."

After approving the volume of the memorial, he put down his pen and got up.

"Drive—drive—" Zhan Yanchu rode his horse crazily in the rain, the heavy rain blurred his vision, and the horse's hooves splashed the mud high.

The contents of the letter kept echoing in his mind, and his heart ached like a knife.

Your Majesty, why don't you speak out?Why are you never willing to tell me!Why do you have to suffer alone like this!

Ling Jue took off all her clothes and slowly stepped into the bathtub.A lingering mist enveloped him, and he scrubbed his body numbly, water droplets winding and dripping from his snow-white skin.

The body seems to still have the taste of the first show.

He closed his eyes, it was enough, at least, the first person in his life was Zhan Yanchu, that was enough.

Pu Huaiyan secretly arranged everything for Zhan Yanchu, but because he ran too fast, when Zhan Yanchu arrived in the palace, he almost rolled off his horse, the sewage splashed all over his body, and his knee was scratched. It was a big piece, and blood oozes out in an instant.But he didn't care about the injury, gritted his teeth, stood up, limped, and ran desperately in the rain Your Majesty, wait for me... Please, wait for me...

Ling Jue took a bath and came out of the pool. He stood in front of Nuo Da's bathing pool, and was served by the palace servants to put on his outer robe. His long black and smooth hair hung down, making him look as handsome as a fairy, but those dark pair of His eyes were cold and lifeless.

The palace servants on the side tied up Ling Jue's hair with a hair band, and the guards walked out holding an umbrella for Ling Jue.

The sky was completely dark, and the rain hit the umbrella surface, making a heavy rustling sound, and gathered together again, continuously pouring down.

Ling Jue stopped involuntarily, stretched out his hand, and felt the icy rainwater pouring down from the umbrella surface, the rainwashed his slender and white fingers, and continuously overflowed from between his fingers.

With such a heavy rain, the schedule at the beginning of the exhibition must have been delayed...

Ling Jue felt a little funny.Why did you suddenly think of him again?

Tsk, it's really useless.

Outside the hall, it was dark, and inside the hall, candles were brightly lit.

Guan Qu knelt on the ground and secretly looked at Ling Jue.

Actually, he didn't look at Ling Jue like this once or twice.Ever since Ling Jue was the prince, he had been amazed by that young man's face.

No matter man or woman, Ling Jue is undoubtedly the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

Ling Jue's face is obviously so cold and sharp, yet so delicate, beautiful and captivating.

When Ling Jue was still a teenager, some ambiguous marks would often appear on Ling Jue's neck. Ministers often thought that Ling Jue's concubine was too powerful, and often made fun of it in private. Only he would guess that it was so vicious. The traces are left by men.

Ling Jue has no children for so many years, could it be because he is not good at women?But like men?

Guan Qu's Adam's apple twitched.

When he saw Pu Huaiyan showing him those paintings, he had some vague guesses. Now that this is Ling Jue's bedroom, he was even more sure of his thoughts.

He would soon be able to spend the night with this stunning person he had been eluding.

He was glad that he was the chosen one, and couldn't help but feel excited all over his body.

Guan Qu stared straight at Ling Jue's neat neckline, wishing to tear it open immediately, and press that cold man under his body, so that he could show a different expression on his face.

Same scene, but different people.

Ling Jue sat on the dragon seat, looking at the man kneeling in the hall.He was born more handsome than Zhan Yanchu, but the strong lust in those eyes made people sick.

Ling Jue frowned slightly, his eyes became a little colder, he stood up and walked towards the inner room.

Guan Qu followed, and when Ling Jue stopped, he couldn't wait to hug him from behind.

As soon as Ling Jue was touched, it was as if he had been hit, he froze for a while, and his hands also gathered strength, ready to take the life of the person behind him at any time.

"Your Majesty, you are so beautiful!" Guan Qu couldn't help but exclaim obsessively in his ear.

Ling Jue suddenly remembered those childhood pasts, how Ling Jiu admired his beauty, then wantonly ravished his body, playing with it was full of scars and extremely dirty.

In order to keep the secret of this body, his lips, tongue, fingers, and every inch of his body have been stained with those dirty and filthy things.

Later on, even the privacy that he had been holding on to had been breached.

Ling Jue sneered self-deprecatingly, heh, what is there to cherish about his filthy body?

He closed his eyes coldly.

Feeling Ling Jue's obedience, Guan Qu couldn't help being even more excited. He greedily kissed Ling Jue's fair and tender neck, and reached out to Ling Jue's body to untie his belt frantically and eagerly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" In the dimness, an urgent shout suddenly came from outside the hall.

Ling Jue opened his eyes, thinking it was an auditory hallucination.

"Your Majesty!" The shout became more urgent.

Ling Jue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he instinctively grabbed Guan Qu's hand that was untying his belt.