After the rebirth, the way the prince looks at me has changed

As expected, Emperor Lin agreed to Anyicheng's proposal.

Above the main hall, An Zexi had a dark face, not daring to have any objections, how dare he, he finally managed to get Emperor Lin's gaze.

"My son seconded the proposal, and my son requested to be the envoy to Yao Kingdom this time." He put forward one step ahead.

"Let the prince go, I believe Rong'er will be very happy to see Yi Cheng."

really.

An Zexi wasn't very disappointed, he had thought of this result long ago, and offered to let Emperor Lin see that he was doing his best.

……

When seeing Nan Guoyin, he was helped in by the guards.

There were bloodstains on the white single clothes, and there was no blood on the resolute and dull face.

Chen Moyun hid in the dark, looking at him with concern.That look of staring at the autumn water is very pitiful.

"Are you worried?"

He was frightened and staggered, his feet were unsteady, and he seemed to fall backwards.

An Yicheng put his arms around his slender waist, pulled it into his arms, and did not forget to squeeze his waist.

"..."

Chen Moyun looked up at him, with a speechless expression on his face, would he feel uncomfortable if he didn't touch him for a day?

An Yicheng looked at it, and with the clear eyes, the tall nose bridge, and the alluring thin lips, his body began to heat up again.

This little guy is really irresistible!

The eyes staring at him were too hot, and I was afraid that the clothes on my body would be ruined in the next second.

Chen Moyun quickly broke free from his embrace, and trot towards Xiyan Pavilion.

Really like a frightened rabbit.

The ministers of the mission have almost been selected, and when Nan Guoyin recovers from his injury, he can leave for Yao.

Anyicheng has been thinking whether to bring Chen Moyun with him.

After all, it was his hometown.

Gradually, it was spring. He still remembered that it was also spring when he was beheaded by Jiang Zeyou.

At that time, Nan Guoyin knelt on the execution ground and begged Jiang Zeyou to spare his life.

That day, he fixed his eyes on the people on the stage, his eyes wished to cut Jiang Zeyou into pieces.

He doesn't hate Jiang Zeyou for framing him for the supreme right, because he can give his life for him.

What he hated was that Jiang Zeyou was so ruthless, hated that he didn't miss his old love, and ransacked his general's house.

After thinking about it, he left the Xiyan Pavilion.

The Prince's Mansion is very large, and it took him a while to find the guest room where Nan Guoyin recuperated.

The maid brought out a basin of blood and poured it out, and Nan Guoyin's coughing sound could be heard continuously in the room.

He remembered that when he was seriously injured in the military camp, it was Nan Guoyin who took care of him every step of the way.

With a tight heart, he went in, not noticing the person who had been following him from Xiyan Pavilion until now.

Nan Guoyin's injury has been treated, and he leaned against the head of the bed with some blood on his face.

"General... General?" The voice was weak.

Nan Guoyin suddenly smiled helplessly, and slowly said: "No, not the general." He looked at the red mole on Chen Moyun's ear.

Sadness outweighs disappointment.

Chen Moyun took the bowl in the maid's hand, scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, blew gently, and then sent it to his mouth.

Nan Guoyin smiled again, how could the general be so gentle with the person in front of him.

If the general was around, he would definitely laugh at him first, and then put the bowl directly to his lips.

After feeding a large bowl of medicine, Nan Guoyin sweated a lot, and vaguely saw blood oozing from the clothes on his arms again.

Chen Moyun carefully rolled up his sleeves, looking at the shocking scars on his arms, he felt very uncomfortable.

He helped Nan Guoyin apply medicine and wrap a bandage.

Nan Guoyin only thought that he was sent by the Prince Lin, and didn't think much about it.

"Jiang Ze... Is Emperor Yao okay?" Chen Moyun covered him with a quilt and asked casually.

All this was clearly seen by the doorman, who slightly clenched his fists and left with his sleeves shaken.

"Our monarch is very good!" Nan Guoyin was very vigilant.

"Well, rest, I will send you home when the injury recovers."

When he said this, he looked like a general on the battlefield.

The person on the bed was a little dazed.

In his previous life, he loved to say, "If you win this battle, this general will send you home."

Indeed, he has done it in every war.

Chen Moyun was a little disappointed. The brother who was born and died in the past is now wary of him everywhere.

It's time to get used to it. Back in Yao country, I don't know how many old people are like Nan Guoyin.

When he entered, it was still bright, but now it was already dark. He had been inside for a long time.

He was absent-minded along the way, frowning slightly, preoccupied.

Even when An Yicheng stood there, he didn't pay attention, and bumped his head into his strong chest.

He felt that An Yicheng was in a very bad mood. According to the logic, for him to embrace him so much, someone should feel something.

Instead of being like this, motionless, those eyes are full of murderous intent.

"Your Highness... Your Highness."

Chen Moyun shrunk his neck, stepped back carefully, and glanced at him secretly.

"It's late at night, it's time to go back and rest." He said goodbye.He swiftly slipped past Anyicheng, and before taking a few steps, the back of his neck felt cold.

Chen Moyun's neck is very slender, and it feels like conquering people when holding it.

If Anyi Chengding felt that he enjoyed the feeling of holding him in his hands before.But now he is very angry, and there is no intention of teasing him at all.

It's too humiliating, it's really too humiliating, when did he, a great general, be picked up like this, as a cat or a dog?

However, he is a head shorter than Anyicheng, and his strength is weak.

Chen Moyun had no power to resist his move.

"Your Highness, it hurts." No matter how much he yelled, the people behind him didn't respond.

When he stopped making trouble, Anyicheng pulled him back into his arms again.

"Does it hurt?" There was no tone of voice.

Chen Moyun tried hard to squeeze out tears, and made a look that I still felt sorry for, and was wronged: "It hurts."

It's too shameful, but there is no way, the back of fate is in his hands.

"Gu let you know what pain is."

"..." The man in the arms was shocked, and he didn't play cards according to common sense.

Anyicheng let go of the back of his neck, hugged his waist tightly, and raised his chin with the other hand.

Chen Moyun had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, a certain animal bit his lower lip.

Before he could resist, he was thrown hard onto the flagstone floor.

Chen Moyun rubbed his sore arm in aggrieved way, it was really aggrieved.

The ankle hit the top of the stone, hurt the bone, and it really hurt.

Anyicheng wore a red dress that fluttered slightly with the wind, and he looked down at him from above, with ink-colored hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the demeanor of a king.

It looks very much like Jiang Zeyou, who was the day when he ascended the throne, wearing a dragon crown and a dragon suit, all eyes on him.

He stared blankly, forgetting the pain on his body.

"What are you looking at?" His tone was dangerous.

After falling like that, he was still in a daze, thinking he didn't exist?

One sentence brought Chen Moyun back from his memories, and the more Chen Moyun thought about it, the more angry he became.

Unhappily said: "Your Highness is angry, what are you doing to me, go find someone who offended His Highness!"

I don't know what kind of nerve this Anyicheng has.

He just sat on the ground and couldn't get up. The pain in his ankle became more and more severe. It seemed that he had not only hit a stone, but also sprained it.

He gritted his teeth in pain, buried his face in his knees, and prevented An Yicheng from seeing his tear-spinning eyes.

It hurts so much, and the hand is too heavy.

"Then how do you think Gu will deal with Nan Guoyin? Is it abolishing his martial arts or ruining his face?"

"What did Your Highness say? When did General Nan Guo offend you?" Chen Moyun was a little anxious.

He was really afraid of what this unreasonable person would do to Nan Guoyin, so much so that he forgot that there were still tears in his eyes.

What a coincidence, it fell down as soon as it looked up.

The pear blossoms feel like rain, which is so pitiful that it makes people feel distressed.

"Do you think Gu will feel sorry for you when you cry?" To be honest, I still feel a little distressed, this is the first time I see this person shed tears!

What's the matter with a little excitement in my heart?

Chen Moyun wiped his eyes in disbelief. How could he shed tears without any hope?How can I stream it to this person.

Wasn't it possible to hold back before?Could it be that there is something wrong with the original body's eyes?

"Didn't your Highness see the wind? It's just sand in your eyes."

He continued to be stubborn, who wants him to feel bad!

"Get up." I really don't know why this person has been sitting on the ground, are you still waiting for him to help him up?

Chen Moyun moved his sprained foot, and immediately grinned in pain. Fortunately, he kept his head down, otherwise, if he saw it, he would be ridiculed again.

However, his slightly trembling shoulders had already betrayed him.

An Yicheng squatted down, stared at his foot that looked wrong, and squeezed his ankle hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.com.

"This pain is unbearable. What should I do to serve Gu in the future? Should Gu be gentle?" Anyicheng let go of his hand and said intentionally.

Chen Moyun only hated that he was no match for the person in front of him now, otherwise he would definitely tear An Yicheng's mouth apart.

He picked up the person on the ground and went to his room.

"Return to Xiyan Pavilion..." Someone struggled.

An Yicheng walked forward as if he couldn't hear him.

He put Chen Moyun on the bed, reached out to take off his shoes, picked up the ointment and dabbed it on his swollen ankles.

With an injury on his foot, it is inconvenient to move, so he can only be manipulated by him, and An Yicheng doesn't seem to want to touch him.

Chen Moyun was bored, leaning against the head of the bed, carefully looking at his side face.

Bright eyes and beautiful eyebrows, jade and metal appearance, if the personality is more pleasing, it is estimated that he is a flawless person.

Anyicheng's bed is very big, the size of two beds that most people sleep on. The sheets and quilts are made of high-quality fabrics.

Very smooth and soft.

Under the faint candlelight, golden light shone, and it was foggy. Looking at it, I felt a little sleepy.

"What is this thread made of?" he asked casually.

"Ah Yun likes it? Tomorrow I will ask someone to sew a set for you with gold thread."

Gold wire?

Chen Moyun touched it again, he was never so extravagant when he was under one man and over ten thousand people.

Thinking about it, the man went to bed and even took off his coat.

"Your Highness, Xiao Li is still waiting for me." He said cautiously, shrinking in, pulling a distance from Anyicheng.

Now it's a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, if you act carelessly, your innocence will be lost.

This deliberate action once again aroused Anyicheng's anger.

When I was with Nan Guoyin, I didn't expect him to keep such a distance.

Anyicheng didn't want to tease him at all right now, he lay down on his own, grabbed the quilt and covered him, turned his back to the person sitting in the corner.

Chen Moyun felt baffled, and really didn't know what this uncertain master was angry about.

He leaned against the corner quietly, not daring to take a breath.

The temperature at night was a little low, he didn't dare to lie down, and he didn't dare to grab His Royal Highness's quilt.

He looked at the pillow next to him, and immediately picked it up and hugged him tightly, looking pitiful.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." After a long time, he called softly.

Seeing that An Yicheng didn't respond, he tiptoed to the side of the bed, dragged his broken leg, and crawled over An Yicheng's body.

The moment he fell to the ground, his foot was sprained again, and he fell to the ground uselessly.

There was a lot of movement.

The man stood up and glanced at him without any reaction. "Three days later, the Guhui will lead the mission to Yao Country." He didn't fall asleep at all.

Anyicheng got off the bed, stepped over him, and poured a glass of water on the table.

"Your Highness, do you want to take me there?" He was anxious.

"What identity do you want to go with?" He took a sip of water and didn't look at the people on the ground.

"Naturally, he is His Highness's retainer." Chen Moyun didn't understand why he asked such a question.

"The doorman takes Su Ziyu alone, and there is still a male favorite. If you don't want to, stay in the mansion and wait for Gu to come back."

Anyicheng pretended to drink water, but he kept staring at Chen Moyun from the corner of his eye.

He saw Chen Moyun clenched his fist slightly, and then remained silent for a long time.

"I remember that I haven't offended His Highness recently." He struggled.

"Do it or don't do it, I don't mind if there are fewer male favorites." He said lightly.

So, he is not the only male favorite, right?