Yunyue past events

In the early hours of the morning, Yueqian woke up, opened his eyes and saw the sleeping person in his arms, and a small lamp beside the bed.The light emitted by the wick flickers on and off. The lamp oil has bottomed out. I can calculate it. It is about Shen Shi at this time, not far from dawn.

Yue Qian got up, gently took Zhao Ling's arm around him,? Then lifted a corner of the quilt, and quietly moved out of the body.

Not in a hurry to leave, Yueqian sat by the bed and looked at the person on the bed. He lowered his body and covered Zhao Ling with the quilt, listening to the other person's even and steady breathing.

Gently stroking Zhaoling's forehead and hair,? Looking at the other person's eyebrows and eyes, no matter the movement,? or the eyes are extremely gentle,? Warm like water.

Sitting like this, looking at Zhaoling's sleeping face for a long time, Yueqian finally got up, picked up clothes from the ground and put them on, the whole dressing process was calm and calm,

It should be said that he is very courageous.

If an ordinary man presses Young Master Ling under his body, he will be shivering when he wakes up after a lot of cloud and rain, but if the prince or the monarch knows about it, ten lives are not enough.

When the tall figure passed through the bed curtain and walked towards the door, the oil lamp had already been extinguished, the sky outside the window was about to light up, and the night was receding.

The temperature inside is fascinating, but the outside is cool.

He dived through the empty courtyard, the morning breeze mixed with drizzle, and he walked alone under the dim moonlight. His robes were neat and his hair was neatly crowned.

The courtyard was dim, and only the windows of the gate office reflected limited light. The guards on night duty were very dedicated and were obviously awake.

Yue Qian walked towards the side room, the door was opened quietly, a head popped out from the gate office not far away, seeing that it was the waiter Yue, he retracted again.

There are only eight people living in the main courtyard, Yue Qian and Zhao Ling, plus two maids and four guards.

Even if the maids and guards knew, they would not tell about the night,

No one dares to reveal the private affairs of the master, especially when the master is a prince of a country and has the right to kill others.

For a long time, only the maid knew the truth about the nighttime secret between Gong Ziling and Yue Shi, and the guards seemed suspicious, but outsiders knew nothing about it.

The rain is pattering, nourishing everything in the world.

Zhao Ling woke up at six o'clock in the morning. After waking up, the maid took care of him to take a bath and change clothes. He woke up late and ate breakfast late.

The whole person was lazy, and it was rainy again, so he stayed in Bedi and did not go out.

In the courtyard there was the sound of rain, the sound of children falling, and the sound of Gong Ziling talking with Yue Shi.

The maid handed soup and fruit cakes to the two, watched the two play chess, and listened to their chats; sometimes, she would go to the eaves to watch the water dripping from the roof tiles.

Not to mention the leisure in the main courtyard, even the maidservants in other courtyards were too idle to yawn, leaning against the wooden railing in the corridor, drowsy.

Two games of chess, hard to tell the winner.

During the official ceremony, Zhaoling's fingers touched Yueqian's fingers, and they looked up at each other. Invisible feelings spread silently.

Yue Qian bowed his head and continued with the official game. In the end, it was a draw.

Putting the white chess pieces made of jade into the chess box, the chess pieces rattled, and Zhao Ling said in surprise: "I played chess with people in Pan Palace, but few people could beat me. You have only learned chess for a long time, and you are able to draw with me. "

Yue Qian tidied up the green chess pieces made of turquoise, and talked about it, he said: "When I first played chess with the young master, my subordinates were often defeated in the middle game. Only recently did I think of a way to resolve it. The young master's chess style is strong and bloodthirsty, unlike the young master's usual style. temperament."

"What kind of temperament do I usually have? Come and listen to me?" Zhao Ling moved her face closer, blowing her warm breath on the other's face, his eyes and eyebrows raised slightly.

The more you talk about love, the more you don't know how to say it, and he doesn't know anything about flirting, but he is not unresponsive, and the chess piece in his hand is tightly squeezed by him.

Without answering, she silently picked up all the green chess pieces on the chessboard and put them back into her own chess box, and then did it for Zhaoling, picking up the remaining green chess pieces on the chessboard and putting them back into Zhaoling's chess box.

"Please, son!" Yue Qian gestured to invite someone to play chess.

All the chess pieces on the chessboard have been collected, and the game can be played again.

"The next round will be decided in three rounds. If you lose, rub your back." Zhao Ling picked up the chess piece and thought about it facing the board. He must play this round seriously.

The maid let out a snort and covered her mouth with a smile.

Whether it's changing clothes or taking a bath, they are always served by maids. It seems a bit weird to think about Yue Mai's shirtless, long scarf on his shoulders, high skirt, kneeling behind Gongzi Ling and rubbing his back.

Rather than being weird, if you think about it carefully, it's mostly fun.

Yue Qian held Zhao Ling's hand that was about to settle, and whispered, "What if we win?"

His voice is low, his hands are strong, and his eyes are bottomless.

Zhaoling's heart moved, and he felt a wave of enthusiasm rushing through his limbs. He broke free from the clasped wrist, and dropped the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard. Say it again."

The wind and the rain, the rain foam fell on the face, carrying away the heat on the skin.

In the evening, Zhaoling stood under the eaves with his hands behind his back, looking at the courtyard after the rain. Yueqian was braving the rain and going through the courtyard to the kitchen in another courtyard, where he went to arrange dinner.

Looking at the back of him walking away from the courtyard with two long legs, Zhao Ling had a gentle expression on his face, moist eyes, slightly fluttering lips with perfect contours, and the sound of thin breathing.

It was Zhaoling who brought Yueqian out of Yuanyuan and changed him profoundly.

He is seven feet tall, handsome and handsome, with a solemn temperament when he raises his hands and feet, he is a handsome talent.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Ling witnessed his changes.

Zhaoling lived in Biedi for two days, and on the third morning, he boarded a carriage and returned to the capital with his entourage.

On the same day, Yue Qian and the housekeeper summoned Biedi's musicians, Meiji, cook, and some Biedi's servants and maidservants, and went to Zhaoling's mansion in the city together.

The mansion has been repaired, and before the master moves in, he needs to add items and servants inside, and arrange the mansion well to welcome the master.

Yue Qian and the housekeeper were busy for several days, directing the people to carry the items that the monarch, wife, and prince gave to the son Ling's new house to the mansion, and arrange them well.

After more than ten days, the mansion already had a large number of servants, musicians, and even more beauties. There were so many people just to serve one person.

Since then, Gong Ziling's mansion has been magnificent, with countless treasures and numerous servants.

In the bright spring morning, swallows are flying in the courtyard, dancing lightly with the wind.

The short swords collided with each other, clanging, and the two people who were close to each other fought fiercely. There would always be one or two blows when the sharp sword struck the lacquered wooden shield vigorously, and there was a loud bang, bang, louder than the fencing. The hearts of the maids watching were beating wildly, followed by nervousness, and some even closed their eyes in fear, not daring to look.

Zhao Ling was fascinated by the sight and could not take his eyes off. The two fighting each other showed their martial arts, not in a duel of life and death, both of them kept their hands.

When Yin Huwei's sword hit the lacquered wooden shield again, he submerged and rushed forward with the shield. The opponent was affected by his momentum, and he couldn't stand on his heels, and he was knocked to the ground by the shield immediately.

Yin Huwei was dumbfounded, he didn't expect to be defeated, he had only taught Yue Qian to fight each other with a lacquered shield and short sword a few months ago.

In a short period of time, Yue Qian has mastered the skills and used them very skillfully.

Yue Qian stretched out his arm to pull Yin Huwei, apologizing: "I was so excited to fight with Yin Huwei, and for a while I forgot that Yin Huwei's leg injury has not healed yet."

Yin Huwei held his hand, stood up, and said boldly: "I'm fine! Brother Yue is really brave and admirable!"

Yin Huwei relies on martial arts to make a living. He is full of skills and strong in martial arts. He can see that Yue Shi has the courage of a warrior.

Yue Qian replied: "That's Yin Huwei with injuries. In a real fight, I'm no match."

With a few dry laughs, Yin Huwei felt guilty, and the brute force he used with his body and the terrifying aura during the mutual beauties made it hard to say whether he could win a real fight.

Neither of them were procrastinators, so they quickly handed over the venue of the mutual blog to other guards, Yue dived off the field, and handed the shield and sword to the servant, he looked up at Zhao Ling who was sitting leisurely under the plane tree with a smile on his face .

Yueqian walked to Zhaoling's side to salute, and heard Zhaoling say: "Yueqian, I will give you a saber, do you want Xu Guojian or Rong Guojian?"

The saber on Yue Qian's waist was a very ordinary long sword.

Gong Ziling wants to give a sword, and the sword he gives must be a precious sword.

Yue Qian didn't reply, he didn't want this reward very much in his heart, and his mood was rather conflicted.

"Xu Jian is sharp, cuts iron like mud, and has a thick and straight body; Rong Jian has gorgeous patterns, and is slender and flexible. Which one do you want?" Zhao Ling had long thought of gifting the Yue Qian sword. Last winter, he rescued himself in Wangyue Pavilion , This life-saving grace needs to be rewarded.

Yin Huwei, who had rescued Zhaoling in Wangyue Pavilion, had long been rewarded with two hundred yuan in gold.

Seeing that Yue Qian refused to take it, Zhao Ling said again: "If you don't want to choose, I will help you choose one."

Yue Qian knew that he couldn't refuse, so he replied, "Xu Jian."

Looking around Yue Qian's body, she landed on the straight waist, imagining him wearing a tough Xu Jian, looking wise and mighty, Zhao Ling nodded: "Xu Jian is suitable for you."

Xu country's swordsmiths are well-known in many countries, and each of the Xu swords they forge is worth a lot of money.

In the open field, the guards were in pairs, and they were still fighting each other. Winners would be rewarded, but it would not be such a precious sword.

The next day, a sword was handed to Yue Qian, who knelt down on one knee and raised his hands high to receive the reward.

There is no Jin Baiyuan, no Meiji, what is rewarded is a sword worth hundreds of gold.

Zhao Ling commanded: "Yue Qian, from now on, you must use it to protect me."

Yue Qian slowly withdrew his hands holding the sword, stroked the scabbard, closed his eyes in silence, and answered after a while: "Yes, young master."

The sword given by myself, the promise made by my own mouth.

Since then, Yue Qian has carried this Xu Jian with him, and it has become his personal saber.

Whether it's hair crowns, robes, shoes, or swords, the ones used by Yue Qian are better than Zhao Ling's other attendants.

It's so much better that if someone who doesn't know about Yue Qian's identity, just looking at his attire, he will think that he is a son of a powerful person.

Not to mention outsiders, even the people in the mansion, from the head of the house to the door servants, down to the servants and maidservants, do not regard him as a servant and treat him with respect.

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