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

The afterglow of the setting sun scattered in the sky, the red was dazzling, the autumn wind blew up, rolled up some dead leaves and floated to Chen Moyun's body, adding some color to his plain white clothes.

Chen Moyun stared at the endless sky, saw an eagle soaring in the sky, and occasionally let out a cry that went straight into the sky.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, an arrow shot into its body precisely, and the eagle drew a straight line in the air, and fell far ahead.

"A Yun likes it, so I will send it to you alone." Anyi took the bow and arrow and handed it to the guard next to him.

"What I like is how unrestrained it is." He said regretfully, watching the eagle's body walk towards it.

"I like it, no matter what, I have to keep it." He said loudly, with a hint of warning, "Even if it is imprisoned for a lifetime."

Chen Moyun turned around and walked backwards, looked at him and smiled and said, "It's really a sad thing to be liked by His Highness!"

"Chen Moyun!" He called out worriedly.

Chen Moyun thought he was angry, and when he turned around, he bumped into a maidservant who was running anxiously and not looking at the road.

The two fell to the ground respectively, and Chen Moyun was injured. This fall was a little dazed, but the maidservant reacted very quickly.

"Young master, are you okay!" She crawled to Chen Moyun's side, and silently stuffed a very small package into Chen Moyun's hand.

Anyicheng just caught up with him, "Are you all right?"

Chen Moyun shook his head, holding the things in his hand tightly.

"Come on, take her..."

"Your Highness, she didn't mean to." He grabbed Anyicheng's sleeve and asked.

Anyicheng didn't bother to care about the maid, he picked up Chen Moyun firmly and walked towards the tent.

"Does it hurt?" He put Chen Moyun on the bed and wanted to untie his clothes to see if the wound on his back was open.

"The whip yesterday, why isn't His Highness afraid of my pain?"

Anyicheng's hand reaching his waist stopped, and he looked at him with hurt eyes, his expression was soft, but he was a little at a loss.

"You don't want to look at it alone, how about asking Su Ziyu to look at your wounds alone, or Si Muqing?" The tone was like coaxing a child.

Chen Moyun suddenly couldn't understand him.

Shouldn't this person lose his temper at this time?

"My injury is not open, so don't worry about it, Your Highness." With a cold tone, he closed his eyes, keeping An Yicheng out of the darkness.

"What does Ah Yun want to eat, and I just ask them to bring it?"

Chen Moyun still didn't answer him.

Suddenly hearing the rustling sound of going to bed, Chen Moyun reacted very quickly, and placed a dagger horizontally between them.

When did this person hide the weapon on his body?

Chen Moyun's forehead was sweating slightly. He moved too much just now, which involved the injury on his back. He endured the pain, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The hand holding the dagger trembled uncontrollably. He tried his best to control it, but it trembled even more.

"Do you think you can pose any threat to Gu!" Seeing that Chen Moyun was unmoved, he felt that his tone was a bit harsh just now, so he eased, "Ah Yun, be good, put down the dagger, Gu won't How about you, listen."

He stretched out his hand, trying to calm Chen Moyun's emotions.

Chen Moyun became more and more nervous, and directly put the dagger on his neck. Because his hand was not very steady, he accidentally made a cut. Although it was very shallow, blood beads had already appeared.

"Ayun, don't, Gu won't touch you, Gu really doesn't mean to touch you!"

touch him!With his current physical condition, unless he was starving and dizzy, no normal person would touch a weak and injured person!Although he is not a gentleman, he still has this concentration.

"An Yicheng, get down!" Chen Moyun's voice was trembling, with a crying tone, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was suppressing great pain.

"Okay, don't be impulsive, stay alone." He watched the blood flow from Chen Moyun's neck more and more, and watched his face become paler and paler.

And all of this is because of myself, if I had known that I cared so much about him later, I should have treated him to the death.

But at the beginning, His Royal Highness the crown prince only regarded the person in front of him as a plaything to be tamed. He had shown his sincerity before, but Chen Moyun threw it on the ground like trash.

Chen Moyun slowly put down the dagger, "Go out."

"Okay, if there is anything, remember to call Gu, Gu is right outside the door."

After An Yicheng went out, Chen Moyun slowly got up, took out the trauma medicine from the cabinet, first applied the hemostatic medicine on his neck, then took off his clothes, poured the medicine powder into his hands, and wiped it on his back indiscriminately, Spicy and painful.

His hands were full of blood mixed with medicine powder, sticky and very uncomfortable.

Sensing someone approaching from behind, Chen Moyun hurriedly looked, it was Su Ziyu.

Su Ziyu carried a basin of warm water and walked in anxiously, with a worried look on his face.

Chen Moyun felt that he seemed to have grown taller, probably because he was confused by the pain and had an illusion.

Su Ziyu didn't sit behind him, but directly in front of him. "Ayun, do you want to rely on it?"

The injury on his back was getting hotter and hotter. Chen Moyun glanced at him, and it was indeed more comfortable to lean on, so he supported Su Ziyu's shoulder and leaned gently on his shoulder.

Docile as a rabbit.

It seems that he can treat everyone with tenderness, but An Yicheng is the only one.

Su Ziyu wrung out the handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the blood on his back, as well as the medicine powder he smeared carelessly.

"Does it hurt?" Su Ziyu supported his body slowly away from her shoulders, took out a caramel from her bosom, and stuffed it into Chen Moyun's mouth.

"It won't hurt if you eat something sweet."

Chen Moyun frowned slightly, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"You... You are like this, aren't you afraid of An Yicheng?" His head was a little big, and his voice was a little muffled due to the sugar in his mouth.

It looks cute and cute.

The main reason is that Su Ziyu looked at him with too affectionate eyes, which made his scalp tingle.

"An Yicheng ordered you to imitate him?" He was not confident enough to think that everyone liked him.

The ignorant, soft and weak appearance is really very attractive.

Suddenly, Su Ziyu pressed his hands, supported the back of his head, bowed his head and kissed him.

Like a bolt from the blue, Chen Moyun was out of breath and bit his lips hard.

Could it be that this kiss was also requested by An Yicheng, and he can also kiss on behalf of her!

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." Su Ziyu's hands were still struggling endlessly, so he added some strength, and finally managed to control those hands.

Su Ziyu pressed him back on his shoulder, and said softly: "When I get the medicine, I can beat and scold you as you like, okay."

Can he say it's not good, his hands are restrained, his whole body hurts, and he can't exert his strength.

Su Ziyu's movements were very light, very light. Although the wound still hurt a little, it was much better than him applying medicine to himself.

In the end, I don't know what Su Ziyu painted on him. His back was cold and very comfortable.

"Ayun, it doesn't hurt anymore." The tone of asking for credit.

He looked at Chen Moyun's moist eyes, couldn't help but kissed that person on the brow.

He stared at Chen Moyun's bloodless lips again, the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

"You're not afraid that An Yicheng will kill you!" He turned his head away to block Su Ziyu's sight.

Su Ziyu's eyes were somewhat similar to An Yicheng's.

Chen Moyun felt that Su Ziyu was crazy, or because he couldn't get any advantage from Anyicheng and had suppressed it for a long time, he vented on himself, or because of love and hatred, he wanted to take revenge on Anyicheng and cuckold him.

"Compared to An Yicheng, who do you prefer to kiss you?" Su Ziyu asked indefinitely, seeming to care about this question, "Why do you resist when he touches you a little bit, but when I kiss you, you But don't resist."

It's not that he didn't resist, but he was a little confused. Besides, his hands were firmly controlled, how could he resist.

Seeing that Chen Moyun did not answer for a long time, Su Ziyu took it as his acquiescence.Immediately hurt, she looked at Chen Moyun puzzled, "Is An Yicheng so unacceptable to you?"

Chen Moyun frowned, then suddenly smiled, "Does Your Highness think it's funny to tease me like this?"

When did Su Ziyu call him Ayun?

He was in so much pain that he forgot that An Yicheng knew how to disguise himself, and learned ventriloquism in his early years, imitating other people's voices with ease.

"Su Ziyu" tore off the human skin mask, revealing that gentle and refined face, looking at the bloodstain on his neck distressedly, blaming himself very much.

"If I don't do this, how can I give you medicine? I originally wanted Su Ziyu to come, but I don't want anyone other than myself to see your body!" The voice was very disappointed, and there was some grievance.

"Ayun, can I like Gu for a while? A little bit is fine, or can I not resist Gu? Let's be friends first, okay?" An Yicheng had never been so nervous before, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he rubbed his sleeves in a panic with his hands.

Chen Moyun pulled up his clothes, really not used to An Yicheng's humble appearance, "In my next life, I may consider whether to accept you or not."

With a cold expression and a decisive tone, he didn't give Anyi any chance at all.

"Is that so?" An Yicheng was at a loss, got up, and smiled sweetly again, "The cook brought by Jiang Mengan made you some hometown dishes, I think you will like it."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Thank you politely.

"Is there nothing Ayun wants to say to Gu?" He put his hands in his hands, looking forward to it.

"At the end of the day, please send your highness off respectfully."

Anyicheng froze in place, his face was a bit ugly, but he squeezed out a bright smile, "Ayun, pay attention to rest, Gu will come to see you later."

He looked back at Chen Moyun three times a step at a time, but he was outside the door in a blink of an eye. If he had known earlier, he would have made the tent even bigger.

The moment the tent door was lowered, his eyes welled up fiercely, and he gave Su Ziyu a hard look, making Su Ziyu bewildered.

When An Yicheng remembered that Chen Moyun did not resist "Su Ziyu's" kiss, he became angry. His jealousy made him forget that Chen Moyun had resisted.

He took off the long whip hanging from the guard's waist, leaned over and whispered something in Su Ziyu's ear.

Then he handed the whip to Su Ziyu, patted him on the shoulder, and added, "Write to General Xiping and ask him to send another lieutenant over."

After Su Ziyu was ordered to leave, An Yicheng turned around across the tent, and his thoughts drifted into the people in the tent.