Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

The night moon is like a gui, pouring down like water, the wind swaying and slanting the sparse shadows, disturbing the clear waves in the yard, melting and rippling like someone's mind is swaying.

On the eaves, Huaiying was having fun chasing and stepping on the moonlight. When she was tired, she simply fell on her back, exposing her soft belly and blowing the wind. There was a comfortable sound of "hululu" rolling in her throat. She was so comfortable that she slid down the sloping roof .

It fell without pain, got up and shook its body twice, and heard a strange noise floating in the wing room.

The keenness of being a wolf king made Huaiying instantly alert.

The black hair blended into the night, and the foot pads did not make any movement, so the people in the room were unaware of the prying outside the door, and the sound continued.

"lighter......"

"Don't touch it, it hurts."

Listening like this, Huaiying's eyes darkened slightly, and when she looked at the full moon in the sky, she felt a little bit disappointed.

Huaiying misses Ah Hua a little bit, that is the little she-wolf she met outside the pass, her coat is smooth and shiny, her eyes are as round as the meatballs she ate for dinner tonight.

"Ouch-"

The sadness of spring and autumn in the corridor spread into the house, and it seems to have changed.

"Huaiying is calling?"

Feng Lin hummed, "Eating too many meatballs, I'm stuck."

Cang Lang didn't speak.He was sitting on the edge of the Sumeru couch, his feet were in Feng Lin's palms, the satin surface of the pajamas was extremely smooth, with a slight movement, the trousers rolled up against the skin, revealing the slender and delicate legs, together with the wounds that had been medicated Expose to each other together.

Feng Lin squatted halfway on the ground, he didn't see the far-fetchedness of condescension, but he was more respectful like a disciple serving a teacher. "Does it hurt?" He held his bare feet, not daring to use gravity, as if he was afraid of breaking them.

Cang Lang said to him, "I'm afraid I'll be hurt, I was so arrogant when I just took the medicine."

Feng Lin said: "Although the wound medicine in the army is fierce, it works quickly. If you endure the pain for a while, you will be able to walk without hindrance in a few days."

His Highness seemed to be in a happy mood tonight, he didn't even bother with himself about sneaking away, and he didn't know if it was because of the "bad guy".Cang Lang was not greedy enough, stepped on Feng Lin's knee, and gave orders: "Besides the wound, other places hurt too. I asked people to push and push around on the pier, as if I had a sprain, and Lord Lao massaged it for me."

During the day, the Xiangyong recruited by Master Feng was just a mob, but as the old saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and the sharpness of Bai Chifeng fell into the shadow of swords and swords, which was still dwarfed in the end.

Fortunately, a certain pet couldn't lift his hands, but his mind turned quickly. Instead of panicking when he was trapped, he seized the knife at the right time and pierced several sacks one after another, causing the food inside to flow all over the ground, almost covering the whole area. pier.

Holding the ankle with the palm of his hand and moving it up, Feng Lin asked him, "How do you know that Xie Min's private rations are piled up at the pier?"

"Guess," the thick calluses on the tiger's mouth made the calf itchy and slightly painful, but he felt inexplicably comfortable, and Cang Lang's breathing was a little tight: "It's just that you can't set the blame, and the surname Feng will deny it to death. Why bother to make a fuss. Unless There is something on the pier that is absolutely not allowed to be seen by the prince."

"So you exposed this matter in front of those military servicemen, just to use public anger to delay time and wait for the king's reinforcements?"

Feng Lin's massage techniques are surprisingly good, from the back to the calf, each has its own strength, the light ones are like teasing, and the heavy ones seem to be in absolute control, which always makes Cang Lang feel shameful nostalgia when he wants to escape.

Only this time, his mind wandered elsewhere.

"The army is exhausted and the horses are weak. The life of those soldiers is too hard." Cang Lang looked directly into Feng Lin's eyes, and said in a low voice, "The annual salary of an ordinary soldier is only two thousand shi, and the grain is stripped layer by layer, and the food he gets can even support the family. Children are not enough, so we can only rely on the pier to do coolies for supplies. Sometimes we are forced to do nothing, and we can do things like selling children and daughters.”

These things are all what he saw and heard when Cang Lang escaped from the palace and lived among the people.He didn't tell Feng Lin that during the few days he was taken in by Yang Dazhi, the rice porridge he ate was saved from the mouth of a baby in his family who was less than three months old.The family has been out of food for more than half a month, and Mrs. Yang is gnawing grass roots and bark, and the milk has been handed over early in the morning.

His fingertips slipped through the gauze curtain, and his tone became lower and lower: "Soldiers, Anbang ruled the country and the world, but now they have to squeeze out all their strength to make a living. They never imagined that the sacks they carry every day are filled with government officials. Owing to their rations. This is a peaceful and prosperous world."

In the peaceful and prosperous age, the sorrow of the mayflies is especially insignificant.Grief and resentment are all bloody men, and the truth revealed by Cang Lang himself gave them a reason to vent.The wrath of an ant may be enough to destroy a city and shake a tree. Cang Lang knows this well, so he survived.

But it wasn't easy for him.

"How does the prince plan to deal with those boatmen?" The military and civilian riots, even if there is a reason for the incident, it is not a small crime.

Feng Lin relaxed his strength, covered Cang Lang's calf with his palm, and said in a low voice to the question: "This king will deal with it fairly."

After another pinch, the tingling pain rushed to the heart along the bone meridian, Cang Lang's soul was swaying, he couldn't help but leaned back on the couch, raised his chin: "Murve me!"

In Feng Lin's eyes, this gesture was an invitation.He went to the appointment with ease, his hot breath instantly ignited Canglang, when the two of them were together, they could always be easily swayed by the other party, sometimes they trembled uncontrollably, sometimes they just needed a look.

"Sir," Feng Lin firmly held the top position, trying to trap Cang Lang with aggressive eyes, "Call again."

Why are you still thinking about this.

Cang Lang was so depressed that he couldn't get over it, and suddenly got into trouble, and pressed Feng Lin back on the couch: "It's not over, is it?"

Feng Lin was unprepared at first, and his back hit the bed board with a dull pain, but the pain was quickly overwhelmed by some kind of indescribable excitement.King Yan was invincible, and this situation did not prevent him from launching a fierce attack.

Even worse.

There were red tides around Cang Lang's neck, he pressed Feng Lin's chest, his thoughts quickly fell apart after a jolt, and he could only try to pick out words from the chaos.

"Yang, Da, Zhi..."

Feng Lin hugged him around his waist, and turned from galloping to slow tenderness. "Don't worry sir," Feng Lin said hoarsely, "he won't die."

Cang Lang was sweating, and the slippery pajamas couldn't hold on, half-faded and half-covered, more aphrodisiac than ever before.Feng Lin caught Cang Lang's every begging for mercy in his breath, listening to him say no, and listening to him say more.

His eyes became darker.

Feng Lin took Cang Lang's hand which was grasping in mid-air in a daze, as if he had found some great treasure, and slowly played with it until Cang Lang got annoyed and wanted to pull back—he suddenly clenched it tightly, and pressed against the gap between his fingers very forcefully , more aggressive intent than handshake.

In the past, it was these hands that pushed him into the abyss of eternal doom; it was also these hands that tore apart the boundless darkness that shrouded his head, allowing light to penetrate through the gap.

……

The last time was not intense, but more like a stalemate.In the end, Cang Lang was defeated, and what was wiped out was not only the arrogance, but also the hidden guilt and anxiety.He leaned on Feng Lin's chest and finally fell asleep.

Feng Lin didn't sleep, he was still awake.

The silk rope holding the fangs was broken, just enough to be replaced by a fresh chain.Feng Lin looked at his works with satisfaction, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a little blood on his teeth that hadn't been wiped clean, and his eyes froze slightly.

The husband has the determination and courage to break the boat, and once he reaches the critical point of hatred, he will choose to stab people in the heart without hesitation.Feng Lin suddenly felt uneasy, if one day Cang Lang regained his memory and remembered what he had done to him, would he still be the same as before, and the bond between them would be severed even if his muscles and bones were broken.

"Wanshan..."

Xiao Wanshan, the number one scholar in the 37th year of Qingyuan, is famous all over the world for his outstanding talents and learning.

The person who was sleeping soundly repeated, the name lingered on the tip of his tongue, gradually taking on a lingering meaning.Feng Lin felt that his chest was wet. Obviously, the fierce plunder just now failed to force Canglang's tears, but now he was chanting that person's name, but he was crying silently and recklessly.

Feng Lin's heart twitched, it hurt very much.

He hung the mace back around Canglang's neck, put on his clothes, got up, and went to the window to enjoy the moon.When the incense burner was burned out, he remained silent for a while, took out a palm-sized gourd porcelain vase from the hidden compartment of the ancient rack, poured two red pills and threw it into the incense burner.

The green smoke curled up freely, releasing a completely different smell from before.There is a slight bitterness in the sweetness, and the aftertaste is clear, as if the fragrance of the forget love grass, which makes people feel drowsy and forget their worries.

More than melancholy, the strange fragrance made by Yu Feirou can forget the past and love and hate together.

After finishing all this, Feng Lin turned back to the bed, tucked the quilt up for the real sleepy ghost, kissed from the mole of tears to the back of the neck, and stopped.Jealous of the latent and primitive violence, tempted him to bite down, his teeth were embedded in the flesh, and the blood was swallowed by the tip of his tongue, a truly ruthless and blood-drinking possession.

"Good sleep, sir."

Late at night.

Chi Xiaoyu was dozing off under the veranda, and immediately opened his eyes when he heard the movement: "My lord."

With loose hair and an agate rope wrapped around her wrist, Feng Lin walked a few steps and asked, "Is he still alive?"

Chi Xiaoyu nodded: "The wound on his chest has already been treated by Boss Yu's medical skills, you should trust him." He knelt down suddenly: "The last general's reinforcements were not in time, and the tired prince was injured. Please ask the military law to deal with it."

Feng Lin raised his hand and lightly pressed his elbow. In such a dangerous situation during the day, Fei Shi didn't recognize the military order. He scratched his arm when the arrowheads shot at him to protect the waves, but it was not a serious problem. You have to avoid it carefully.

Feng Lin said that since this was the case, he went to the warden's tent to collect twenty army sticks, and the matter was not mentioned.

Chi Xiaoyu responded, and couldn't help saying with emotion: "It's thanks to my master's quick wit and good eloquence to talk about the day's affairs. It really deserves to be appointed by the late emperor..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly stopped by a sniper that came out of nowhere.Feng Lin paused, and looked at him coldly: "It's windy at night, flash your tongue carefully."

The lamp was dimly lit in the room, stamens were darkly knotted, and Feng Linzhi cut them off.The light suddenly came on, and when I turned my head, I realized that the person on the couch was not asleep.

"The pain can't sleep?"

Yang Dazhi said: "Slept, had a nightmare, and was awakened again."

Feng Lin said: "Nightmare comes from the heart, I'm afraid you're overthinking, so you can't sleep well."

Yang Dazhi slightly turned outward, the blood color on his chest had gradually darkened, it was still shocking to see in the firelight.

He said: "Brother Quanli is wronged, how can I sleep peacefully on the couch. To be honest, my lord, every time I dream of him soaked in blood, I will wake up from the dream. I haven't slept a full night in three years."

Feng Lin listened intently, and the octagonal candlestick was at his eyebrows.His eyes were cold, like a lone moon in the middle of a deep pool, bright and without any warmth.

"You can't sleep well, so you have to sleep well, sir."

Yang Dazhi was startled, and Feng Lin immediately said: "Qin'an County is not big, but it is not small. Mr. left the hotel, why was he saved by you. This king never believes that there is such a coincidence in this world. unless."

Feng Lin took a few steps closer, his eyes were frosty: "Someone did it on purpose."

"Since the lord knows," Yang Dazhi said harshly, thrusting his hands forward fiercely, and the gauze on his shoulders was oozing blood again because of the force: "The tragedy in Qin'an is vivid in my mind. My elder brother still bears the stigma even when he dies. Mr. Isn't he also an innocent victim of that Japanese plague?!"

In the middle of the night, the thick clouds merged, and the night fell down heavily.

The author says:

Huaiying said, I'm a wolf who doesn't eat dog food, on the nth day when Ah Hua is away, I miss her...

Huh, don't let the comment area be so cold, okay?