I write novels in the East Palace

Lu Boxu was able to be bullied by no one in the huge capital, and he was even favored by the children of the aristocratic family. Not only was it because of his intelligence, he had a high probability of being named on the gold list, but also because this young master Lu was not a good match. people.

Lu Boxu deliberately provoked the ghost in the lake and lured him out, how could he not be on guard.

It was night, the coolness hooked his ankles, Lu Boxu opened his eyes, and his first reaction was to touch the dagger that was cut like mud under the pillow, but a hand that appeared suddenly grabbed his wrist and held it firmly.

"This is why you provoke me?" Unlike the cold hands and feet, the breath in the ear is warm.

Lu Boxu squinted his eyes and saw the person on him through the moonlight. His eyes were clear and handsome, and the brocade clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as those he wore during the day. If it wasn't for that one, he would have hung it on the hanger. is their own.

Lu Boxu was suppressed by the ghost without the slightest fear, and even asked about the clothes with a half-smile, the ghost admitted that the clothes were imitated by him, said the name of the young master, buried his head on his neck and rubbed lightly, his hands and feet were not very clean .

Crack—the sound of chains.

Lu Boxu's hands were tied, and he was lying on the bed with a look of letting the king do his best, but there was no trace of fear on his face, but he looked at the person who sat up with interest.

"Where did the pervert come from, wanting to harvest my young master's yang energy?" Lu Boxu's voice was gentle with a hint of a smile.

The ghost pulled the chain and stared into his face, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Boxu actually started to read "The Song of the Yue People" while talking.

Tonight, Hexi, I will swim in the middle of the boat, and when will I be in the same boat with the prince today.

Being ashamed and shamed by the good ones, and being annoyed by the prince.

Mountains have trees and trees have branches, and the heart says that you don’t know the king.

After Lu Boxu finished reading this confession poem, he smiled like a flower and said love words, "It's too late for me to be happy."

The ghost looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly laughed and replied, "Young Master invites you warmly, but Duan is not respectful." Then he tore off Lu Boxu's clothes and bent down.

"Your surname is Duan? What is Duan?" Lu Boxu was really not afraid, and he was still in the mood to ask his name at this moment.

"Duan Hanyi." The ghost replied.

Lu Boxu smiled, and praised his good name with a smile.

The icy temperature moved through the whole body like a snake, and the scene got out of control for a while.

However, at this moment, Duan Hanyi suddenly let out a muffled groan, and took a few steps back abruptly. Lu Boxu heaved a sigh of relief before sitting up, and saw a golden lotus flower blooming on his chest.

The Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded, the golden bell vibrated from nowhere, and the wind and rain outside made a rush, as if mourning for the water, or drifting aimlessly.

"Sexy, how do you feel? The taste is delicious?" Lu Boxu half-bent one leg, tilted his head, his black hair was scattered around his cheeks, adding a bit of messy beauty.

Duan Hanyi was not sad about being injured, but smiled happily.

"You are good, I will come again." He left these words when he left.

The candle light suddenly lit up, and all the strange images faded away. Lu Boxu touched the water on his wrist, and lowered his eyes in thought.

The confrontation between Lu Boxu and Duan Hanyi has just begun.

Duan Hanyi said he was going to look for him, but he really didn't break his promise, and even tied Lu Boxu's hands, feet, eyes and mouth, made a lot of trouble, and when the lotus flower bloomed on Lu Boxu's chest, he retreated first and left.

Lu Boxu used to play with him only because he thought it was fun, but this time he laughed at him angrily. He decided to solve the problem from the root cause and asked someone to drain the pond directly.

When the friend came to see this, he was a little surprised, "What are you doing all of a sudden?"

Lu Boxu said, "There was a pervert sleeping in the lake. I couldn't bear it, so I planned to dig his grave and fill it up for farming."

The friend didn't believe it at all, and thought he was joking, and made fun of his appearance.

Lu Boxu didn't think that the ghost came out of nowhere, he asked someone to investigate this Duan Hanyi, but he did find out some clues. He learned that this piece of Hanyi was actually a famous nobleman in Beijing a hundred years ago. After the imperial examination, he threw himself into a lake.

It is said that it was a pity that the rankings were released and he was ranked first in the top two exams.

Lu Boxu found out that there was something wrong with Duan Hanyi's death, and this vague statement aroused his interest, so he went to visit Duan Hanyi's former residence and Duan Hanyi's grave.

Strange things happened when I went to search for the tomb. First, I kept spinning in circles no matter how I walked, which is the legendary ghost hitting the wall, and then I fell into a dream.

When I finally found the grave, I found more strange things.

For example, although the cemetery is well repaired, thick, long and heavy nails were nailed in eight directions. Lu Boxu had learned some mystical arts before, and suddenly realized that this was a soul-locking formation. It is the clothing of the dead.

"But why is Duan Hanyi's soul in the mansion?" Lu Boxu was puzzled.

Back in the mansion, he came to the pavilion in the lake. The drained pond now looks like a big pit for eating people.

Duan Hanyi hadn't appeared for a long time since Lu Boxu ordered people to drain the pond. At first he didn't think much of it, but when everything he investigated was like a cloud, he couldn't help but think of this pervert.

He muttered to himself, "If I knew it earlier, I would have given you more time."

"What? You finally know you miss me?" A playful voice sounded.

Lu Boxu was about to look around, but suddenly his eyes widened.

The apparently dry pond in front of him was filled up at some point. The lake water was clear and transparent. One hand stretched out of the water and grabbed Lu Boxu's clothes, and yanked him into the water...

Zhou Chengyi stopped writing here, picked up the outline and thought for a while, and finally revised a few sentences.

Fang Guanyan and the envoys from the Western Regions parted ways again. When they came back, they saw that the candle was still burning in the study, so they walked in, and happened to see Zhou Chengyi put down his pen.

"Finished?" Although Fang Guanyan felt that some aspects of this article were scary, he also wanted to read the follow-up, "Let me see."

After Zhou Chengyi revised the outline, he leaned on the chair lazily, exerted a little force on his feet, pushed the chair back a little, stretched one hand casually towards Fang Guanyan's waist and exerted force slightly, and Fang Guanyan also sat in his arms, turning over Open a freshly released manuscript.

"How did the talk go?" Zhou Chengyi untied Fang Guanyan's hair, and slowly ran his fingers through his hair.

"Of course I still don't want to." Fang Guanyan put his mind to two things, and replied, "But I think it should be about the same. The sand man is fighting, the mail army is watching, and the people are increasingly dissatisfied. They have no way out."

In fact, although the Western Regions sent envoys to negotiate a peace, they were not very peaceful at first, and they wanted to learn from Beihu to find Shaman, but Shaman became chaotic first.

The Western Regions have no choice, either they don’t agree to the conditions, and the two countries continue to fight. They have already experienced the might of the chain armor army, and there will only be more lost; or they can only agree to the conditions, and then obediently admit it. Brother, continue to pay tribute every year.

Fang Guanyan never backed down on negotiations. The envoys of the Western Regions had to bite the bullet and lower the bottom line every day. Today, it has been lowered to the conditions that can allow troops to be stationed at Pingyuan Racecourse and give priority to the supply of livestock to the Xiao Kingdom.

Naturally, Fang Guanyan did not agree, and only agreed to reduce other compensations other than land, such as silk and satin, and even if Tianshui City was allocated the territory of Xiao Kingdom for governance, it would not expel the subjects of the Western Regions.

The Western Regions struggled for so long without improvement, and they didn't want to continue fighting, so they could only agree after struggling weakly.

Fang Guanyan knew that it would be a matter of time, so he was not in a hurry.

On the contrary, it was this book that made him a little anxious to read, especially the somewhat crude sexual descriptions that almost accounted for most of the book.

Fang Guanyan watched, his body sat up a little bit, and the red color spread directly to his neck.

After a while, he closed the manuscript, took a deep breath and let it out heavily.

"You, like this kind of thing?" He asked in a low voice, not daring to turn his head to look at the people behind him.

Zhou Chengyi propped his head tilted on the chair and was feeling a little drowsy. He raised his eyelids but didn't react, "What?"

"I said in your book—" Fang Guanyan's words stopped abruptly, and then changed into another sentence, "It's nothing."

"It's getting late. You've been staying in the study for the past few days. You must be tired if you get up early and go to bed late. Go to bed early." Fang Guanyan said anxiously and wanted to get up and leave.

However, Zhou Chengyi tightened his arms to prevent him from moving.

The temperature behind him was close, and the hands around his waist slowly pinched his wrists, so it was inevitable that some ink-stained fingers would fall on the skin of his wrists after long-term writing.

Cangzhou is in the northernmost part of Xiao Country, and the weather becomes cooler in September. It rained a few days ago, and immediately everyone put on two more clothes. I heard that there will be snow before October.

Fang Guanyan felt the slight coolness on his wrist, and slowly pushed it towards his arm, with an itch that seemed to be there.

He uncontrollably thought of Duan Hanyi in the book. He pressed Lu Boxu on the bed and tied Lu Boxu to the chair. Is the coolness he felt when he lost most of the five senses the same as now?

It is obviously cold, but why does the whole body feel like it has entered a furnace, burning from the heart to the limbs, climbing inch by inch, without stopping?

Fang Guanyan's usually easy-to-use mind was a little dizzy at this moment.

Then I heard a smiling word in my ear, "Lu Boxu, I saw you, did you see me?"

Zhou Chengyi's voice was slightly hoarse, Fang Guanyan got goose bumps all over his body, and his face turned red instantly.

Covering his eyes with one hand, a wet kiss fell on the back of the ear, pulling him into the book world in an instant.

"Young master, why don't you talk, are you dissatisfied?" Zhou Chengyi laughed frivolously.

Fang Guanyan paused for a moment, the back of his neck hurt, it was bitten, followed by hot and humid temperature.

Zhou Chengyi hardly hurts him, this is Duan Hanyi.

"Speak up, young master, if you don't speak, how will I know how to serve you? Where do you want to touch first? Huh?" The rising ending sound was the last straw that overwhelmed reason.

Zhou Chengyi was considering where to bite next. If it was Duan Hanyi, he would definitely bite on the arteries, threatening and provoking Lu Boxu one by one, but Zhou Chengyi knew that it was a deadly place, so he would usually avoid it when he sucked strawberries.

He finally spotted the collarbone, and just as he bent down, he felt his arms tighten.

Fang Guanyan grabbed his hand very hard, Yubai's fingertips looked bloodless, and he spoke, pretending to speak casually with a trembling voice, "You are so incapable, you have to ask me for everything, why don't you just let me Come?"

Zhou Chengyi laughed immediately, he lowered his head and gave a rewarding kiss, and said nasty words, "I'm so tired of moving by myself, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed."

"I'm afraid you're going to be stupid, so why don't you take two pills first, so that it won't turn into a puddle of water and ruin my mood." Apart from not being able to say too explicit words, Fang Guanyan's imitative tone gradually became in place.

A night of Menglang, the day is high before resting.

When Fang Guanyan opened his eyes, Zhou Chengyi had already got up, was reading the outline, and asked him if he wanted to eat.

Fang Guanyan shook his head, he didn't even bother to move his fingers.

"By the way, what pseudonym did you use for this manuscript? Which bookstore did you vote for?" Fang Guanyan asked.

Zhou Chengyi, "Use Xing Ge, vote for Fu Qian."

Behind Zhige is that he is already well-known in the city. It is very obvious why he wrote such a story between men so secretly.

Fang Guanyan was a little moved, and reminded, "Change those... explicit ones a little, so as not to scare Fu Qian."

Fu Qian, that ghostly person, probably knew what was going on at a glance.

Zhou Chengyi paused while turning over the outline, then turned to look at him without speaking for a long time.

Fang Guanyan's eyelids twitched, "What's wrong?"

"..." Zhou Chengyi said slowly, "I just sent it before you got up."

The author has something to say: Jinjiang got stuck and I died.

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Fu Qian: What is this?What's this?What's this? ? ? ?

Zhou Chengyi: Proof of my love.

Fang Guanyan: This is really not Xiao Huangwen, really.

感谢在2021-07-2123:57:15~2021-07-2223:59:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of sheep for the sweet sister Meow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!