Yunyue past events

In the early morning, the small lamp beside the bed had been burned out, and the surroundings were dim. When Yue Qian woke up, he realized that this was not his dormitory as soon as he opened his eyes.

In the darkness, it was impossible to recognize the environment, but there was a person lying in his arms. The body temperature of the other person, the touch of the skin, and the faint fragrance smelled by the nose immediately reminded him of what happened last night.

He slept in the same bed as the other party in Gong Ziling's dormitory.

Zhao Ling was still asleep. He was lying on his side with his head resting on Yueqian's shoulder, with one arm resting on Yueqian's waist. It was a snuggling position, very intimate.

You only need to lower your head to dive deeper, you can kiss the face of the person in your arms, and you only need to reach out to touch the other's arm that is exposed outside the clothes.

The man in his arms was sleeping deeply, with steady breathing. He obviously maintained the posture before falling asleep, with his body pressed against Yue Qian's half of his body, and his arms were still in a hugging posture.

In this situation, Yue Qian didn't dare to move, let alone get up, which would definitely wake up Gong Ziling.

Once the events of last night came to mind, Yue Qian felt his blood surge, and the sleeping Gong Ziling always dealt with it better than the awake Gong Ziling.

Yue Qian was helpless in the situation he was facing, he gently put his injured arm on Zhao Ling's shoulder, carefully, as if he was hugging him, and also seemed to let the arm that had nowhere to rest find a place to rest.

The thick night outside the window is fading, and there is a faint light in the sky, Yue Qian needs to leave before dawn.After dawn, the servant in charge of cleaning the courtyard will enter the main courtyard and find him spending the night in Gongzi Ling's bedroom.

Gong Ziling does whatever he wants without fear, Yue Qian has his own ideas about his relationship with Gong Ziling.

Slowly pulling out the suppressed left arm, Yue Qian slowly got up, he used his palm to protect the back of Young Master Ling's head, and thoughtfully moved the other's head to the pillow.

During this process, the movement of diving is extremely gentle.

The movement of getting up brought the quilt along, and the quilt slipped down to the waists of the two of them. Yue dived to remove the untied belt, and the robe was still neat, but Gong Ziling's clothes looked messy, the belt was also untied, and the neckline was loose, revealing his fair neck and chest.

The two had a skin-to-skin kiss last night, unlike last time when they had intimate things through clothes.

Pull up the quilt to cover Gong Ziling's neck, only revealing a sleeping face, and tuck the corners of the quilt for him carefully.

In the early hours of the morning, not only the oil lamps were burned out, but also the charcoal in the stove was about to be extinguished. Gradually, the temperature in the dormitory would drop, making those who stayed inside feel chilly.

Holding the belt and hair crown in his hand, Yue Qian put his hair down, lifted the bed curtain, and walked out with his back to the bed. Anyone who saw him coming out of Gong Ziling's bedroom at this time would make the same guess. Get panicked.

Quietly closing the bedroom door, Yue sneaked out of Gong Ziling's room, taking advantage of the last of the night, before dawn, he returned to his room.

In the early morning of cold winter, the courtyard was silent and empty, and no one saw it.

When Yueqian got up from the bed, Zhaoling woke up, because she was sleepy, she didn't open her eyes, she didn't pretend to be asleep on purpose.Hearing the sound of Yue Qian's hastily leaving footsteps and the soft closing of the door, Zhao Ling opened her eyes in surprise.

Wrapped in a warm quilt, the breath and body temperature of Yueqian still remained in the quilt, Zhaoling quietly recalled the way Yueqian treated him when she was "asleep".

Obviously gentler and more affectionate than when he was awake.

It's... really mind-boggling.

The rising sun in winter did not bring much warmth. There were rustling and sweeping sounds in the courtyard, and occasionally there were a few human voices.

As soon as Zhao Ling got up, the person sent by Mrs. Jun was already waiting outside the door, urging him to go back to the palace.

The two maids changed Zhaoling's clothes, combed his hair, and served him as usual.

Zhao Ling sat in front of the mirror, he was in a good mood, cast a glance at the eunuch outside the door, and said, "Go back and tell Mrs. Jun that everything is fine."

The eunuch said: "Mrs. Jun asked the minister to ask the son when he will go back?"

Zhaoling replied, "Today."

"The mastermind cannot escape the death penalty. The assassin is the leader. Who else would want to murder me?" Zhao Ling shook his head helplessly. He stayed outside for a night and was able to alarm his mother.

He is not a prince, and he will inherit the throne in the future, but he is just one of the more than a dozen sons of the monarch.If it weren't for being insane, who would sacrifice his life to murder other insignificant people.

Waiting outside the door is not just an eunuch, there are several other people, including Bedi's housekeeper, attendant Yueqian, guards and servants, etc.

Zhaoling called people: "Yue Qian, come here."

Yue Qian stepped forward and asked, "What are your orders, Young Master?"

"Ask Pao Ren to cook some light food." Zhao Ling ordered breakfast.

Mrs. Xu Ji made a fuss, but Zhao Ling didn't want his mother to worry about him, so he would return to the palace after a short stay in Biedi.

A breakfast was delivered to Zhaoling, steaming and giving off the fragrance of rice porridge.

The maid stirs the hot porridge in the bowl with a small spoon. Zhao Ling sits in front of the food table, indifferent to the steamed cakes, meat and vegetables on the food table. Dive into it.

Zhaoling said to the left and right: "Add a food table."

Soon, Yueqian had a food table and the same breakfast as Gongziling.

Yue Qian sat down in front of the dining table, looking at the delicate food on the table, the housekeeper handed over a spoon, he hesitated for a moment, but didn't take it immediately.

The housekeeper handed it forward again, and Yueqian took the spoon, bowed his head and drank the porridge.

Are they... sharing the same bed?

After breakfast, Zhaoling went up to the second floor to look at the winter scenery in the countryside. At this time, his maid was packing his belongings in the dormitory, while the imperial husband led four fine horses from the stable, and with the assistance of the servants, went to the The horses are equipped with carriage harnesses such as crossbars and yokes.

Don't have any shelter in the fourth week, you are on a high place, your clothes are blown by the wind, and your tassels are fluttering.

Zhaoling was wearing mink fur, and Yueqian was wearing a windbreaker. The winter sun shone on them, and their faces made people feel comfortable.

Zhao Ling said leisurely: "You saved my life in Wangyue Pavilion, and you haven't been rewarded yet. Yue Qian, what reward do you want?"

Wangyue Pavilion was in danger, if it wasn't for Yue Qian's rescue, Zhao Ling might have lost his life, and even if he survived by chance, he would probably be crippled.

reward?

Baiyuan gold?

Mansion Maggie?

Ordinary people don't even dare to think about it, and how many scholars have been running around for a lifetime, but they often don't get what they want.Who doesn't love a golden beauty.

Yue Qian found that he lacked interest in these things, and all along, he seemed to live only for the sake of living.

"Yue Qian, what do you want?"

The elegant and luxurious son of Rongguo, with layers of collars covering the neck he kissed last night, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, gentle as jade, but his status endows him with a condescending and arrogant posture.

He is a son spirit, even though he is young, he holds huge wealth and the power to kill others in his hands.

Bowing and bowing his head, he replied: "This subordinate has enough food and clothing, and also has a house, which is enough."

When I was in Yuanyu, what I wanted was food and clothing, and survival, but now I have no worries about food and clothing, and my life is guaranteed, which is indeed enough.

No matter how much, even Gongzi Ling couldn't give it.

Yueqian is very clear that what he wants is never money, not a luxurious life, not wine and beauty, but something he lost nine years ago - a free identity.

Such a reply made Zhaoling very dissatisfied. He turned around and stood in front of Yueqian. He was not short, but with an imposing manner, he said: "Look up and look at me. I want you to tell the truth, you just Don't you have something you want?"

Everyone has something they want, even if Zhao Linggui is the son of a king, he still loves beautiful jade, loves famous horses, and has a possessive desire for beautiful things, even for this person in front of him.

Honestly, what do you want?

Yue Qian raised his head and looked directly at Gong Ziling, his brows were raised and his eyes were dark.

His mind has always been deep, with no expression on his face.

"You..." Seeing that he was silent and unable to probe his heart, Zhao Ling was annoyed.

Mingming hugged and hugged him last night, but at dawn he looked so reticent and indifferent, even if he wanted to reward him with something, he didn't appreciate it.

Zhao Ling was displeased, and said coldly: "I gave you a reward before, it seems that there is no need to give it again."

Indeed, he usually gives Yue Qian a lot of small favors.

Annoyed, she walked to the side, where Zhao Ling moved, and she could see the stables more clearly, Yu Fu Wei Huai had already prepared the carriage, and was driving the carriage to the front yard.

I am about to leave Bedi, return to the palace, and meet Yueqian again, it will be next spring.

The wind whistling in my ears, the grass and trees on the outskirts of the city withered, what's so good about him, he came here overnight.

The eunuch was still pacing in the courtyard, waiting to go back to the palace with Gong Ziling so that he could return to his orders. At this time, Wei Huai had also entered the main courtyard, talking with the housekeeper, who pointed to the upstairs.

time to go.

Zhaoling walked towards the stairs and was about to go down the stairs. He stretched out an arm towards Yueqian, looking proud, raised his chin, and wanted Yueqian to help him.

Dresses make it difficult to move, not to mention that in winter, more clothes are worn, and people who are flexible will feel the constraints brought by clothes.

The stairs are relatively steep, and the space is not too open, which can accommodate two people side by side.

Yue Qian held on to Zhao Ling's hand, and stretched out his arm to protect his back, and the two climbed down the stairs together.Zhao Ling felt the heat emanating from the other person's body, and could smell the familiar aura on him.

Just close your eyes, and the scene of the two making out last night will appear before your eyes, making your heart beat faster.

Zhao Ling raised his head to look at the people around him, didn't pay attention to his feet, and almost stepped on the ground, the more submerged his eyes and swift hands, he grabbed the other person's waist, and he exerted great strength to hold the person tightly.

In desperation, Yue Qian didn't realize that he was using his injured right arm, and couldn't even feel the pain.

The two were in the corridor, the environment was closed, and in the narrow space, there were only the two of them, so quiet that they could hear their own breathing.

Standing firm, Zhao Ling leaned against Yue Qian's body, turned around slowly, and stood face to face with him, his soft lips approached the corner of Yue Qian's lips, slowly moved towards his ear, biting his ear and whispering: "Does it hurt?" ?”

The provocative movements and ambiguous words made Yueqian react, his breathing was disordered, he let go of the injured arm around Zhaoling's waist, and immediately distanced himself from him.

There were footsteps downstairs, someone was climbing the stairs, either the imperial husband, the butcher, or the eunuch.

Feeling bored, Zhao Ling pulled up the hem of his robe and walked downstairs quickly, with brisk steps, without any support from others.

Wei Huai drove, Zhao Ling got into the carriage, as if he came to visit in a hurry last night, he left in a hurry this morning with all his followers.

Yue Qian and Bedi's remaining servants stood in the wind to see off their master.

Zhao Ling was wrapped in a warm sable fur, and his face was exposed from the fluffy sable fur. He was lying lazily in the carriage, listening to the sound of the wheels, knowing that the carriage had already left Bidi and boarded the road leading to the capital. path of.

When he returns to Bedi again, it will be the time when all things sprout and the flowers bloom in spring.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-28?22:37:07~2021-06-30?14:39:32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 who threw the grenade: Pineapple Mimimi? 1 pieces;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Zhemei, Chen Fuzu, Yingni, Qingu, Wolf Walking Dawn? 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：菜菜?50瓶；湛卢真是小可爱?37瓶；小蛇?25瓶；zaza、星野夜火?20瓶；小毛尖、沁柒、陈富足?10瓶；风舞雪霁?5瓶；夢中鸟?2瓶；呦鸣?1瓶；

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