Jiang Qing

Yanzhou, Han Que Pass.

Today is New Year's Eve, and the barracks is full of joy. Except for a few squads who are changing shifts to watch the night, the rest gather in twos and threes to go to the town to drink and celebrate the New Year.

As the evening approached, the huge military camp suddenly became deserted.

Zhao Yuansheng took off his armor and put on his normal clothes. His long hair that was not completely dry stuck to his eyebrows, and he looked like he had just taken a bath.

Carrying a food box, he walked into the tent in the center of the arch, lifted the curtain, and saw Li An half leaning on the head of the bed as if boneless, with his right hand stiffly placed on the quilt, and his bent knee resting on the bed. He is reading a book, and because he is not used to using his left hand, turning the pages is very slow, and he needs to press his chin from time to time to prevent the book from slipping off his knees.

"I don't see you so eager to learn on weekdays, but you are working hard when your hand is broken." Zhao Yuansheng joked, put the food box he was carrying on the table beside him, walked to the bed and called him down to eat.

Seeing him coming, Li An didn't shy away from it, and didn't accept the book that was open on his knees, even though the unsightly picture came into Zhao Yuansheng's eyes.

Zhao Yuansheng snorted, stretched out his hand to close it without any surprise, and said, "I know you watch these indecent things all day long."

Li An grabbed his hand and pressed it on the page, looked at him with burning eyes, pulled Zhao Yuansheng to his side with a little force, and whispered in his ear: "Brother Yi, look at the picture on the painting. Does it look like you?"

Comparing him with the people in the erotic book, Zhao Yuansheng's face was stained with anger, he pulled out his hand and closed the book, threw it at the end of the bed, and said angrily, "Come down to eat."

Li An didn't seem to see his displeasure, he put his cheek around his neck, and said coquettishly, "Brother Yi, carry me."

Zhao Yuansheng frowned. He glanced at the two hands around his neck. Still afraid of hurting his imperfect right hand, he endured it for a while, and tried to hold his hands in a half-bent posture without moving. Come down, "You hurt your hand, not your leg. You have grown a lot of flesh from lying in the tent all day long."

Li An didn't know where the strength came from. The hand around his neck didn't loosen. He even pushed the person closer and buried it on Zhao Yuansheng's neck. Have you bathed? It smells so good."

The warm breath touched the soft flesh around his neck, Zhao Yuansheng's back was slightly tense, and he used cold words to cover up the heat in his heart, "I just finished my military training, and I confessed to being on duty at night. After wearing the armor all day, my body is sticky. Very soon, I washed it."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab Li An's arm again, pushed him away from his arms, turned his head uncomfortably, and said, "Let go, the food is getting cold."

Li An's subordinates exerted a little force, forcing him to turn his face away, and said with a smile: "I want to take a bath too, after dinner, brother-in-law, can you help me wash?"

Even though he had seen how clingy he was, Zhao Yuansheng still couldn't bear his blunt shamelessness, and refused, "Where's the person who serves you?"

Li An instantly changed into an aggrieved look, drooping the corners of his eyes, looking innocent, and said in a low voice: "I let them go back to celebrate the New Year, no one will take care of me tonight, brother-in-law, please stay with me, okay?" ?”

Zhao Yuansheng glanced at his tightly wrapped right hand, his heart softened, and there was a little looseness between his brows. He was caught by Li An at once, climbed up the pole, and said in a series of soft voices: "Brother Yi is here!" Promise me, brother Yi... as long as you promise me, I will let you go."

Zhao Yuansheng looked at him helplessly, not understanding how a man in his twenties could act like a child so smoothly, without being abrupt.

Zhao Yuansheng was really worn out by him, so he agreed in a daze. Li An's eyes lit up, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he obeyed his own words and let go of the hand that had been holding Zhao Yuansheng, and got out of bed, step by step. Following him like a tail, he didn't stop until Zhao Yuansheng had prepared the food, and sat opposite him.

"It's all my favorite food. Brother Yi ran to the town to buy it for me?" Li An exaggeratedly sighed, and squinted over with a smile.

Zhao Yuansheng scooped up a bowl of soup and put it on the ground in front of him, skipped his question, and said, "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

"Brother Yi, don't fool me, why didn't I know that Prince Sheng's Mansion has such rules?" Li An said vaguely with a spoon in his mouth.

Zhao Yuansheng took a piece of food with his chopsticks, and replied casually: "Before you came to the palace, there was always this rule..."

Speaking of this, his mind moved for a moment, and suddenly he stopped talking, and Li An also fell silent.

Zhao Yuansheng's family education was very strict, but after Li An came, the rules he followed were broken one by one without knowing it, so that during the six years Li An left, when Zhao Yuansheng ate alone, he felt that something was wrong , I can't even imagine how I lived before he came.

He is used to Li An's messing around anytime and anywhere, this habit seems to be instinctive, and there is no obstacle for him, even if they have been separated for six years.As long as he saw him sitting in front of him, Zhao Yuansheng accepted him naturally without any familiarity.

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers came from outside, approaching from far away. Originally, there were two or three sounds scattered on the ground, but suddenly they gathered together violently. Clusters of clusters dazzle people's eyes.

Zhao Yuansheng followed his gaze and looked in a daze for a moment.

They haven't been together for the New Year for a long time.

From the corner of the eye, Li An moved his lips, as if he had said something, Zhao Yuansheng turned his head, but only saw his deep eyes, as if he had just seen him open his mouth just now was an illusion.

Amidst the uproarious noise, they ate in silence, and Li An's mood seemed to sink along with the silence of the two. He ate very slowly, until Zhao Yuansheng waited for a while after eating, and he still picked up the pieces one by one. Looking at the rice in the bowl, he lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.

The bowl of rice in his hand seemed to be a bottomless pit, until the dishes were completely cold, and the meat was covered with a thin layer of grease, and his bowl hadn't disappeared halfway.

"I'll go and heat it up for you again." Zhao Yuansheng didn't ask any more questions, and was going to pick two of his favorite foods to warm up in the fire place behind the tent.

The hand he just extended was held by Li An, and his cool fingertips ran around Zhao Yuansheng's palm, holding his wrist, rubbing it lightly, silently expressing his dependence.

"Don't go." He lowered his head and his voice was very soft.Had it not been for the sound from outside to stop, Zhao Yuansheng would have thought he was hallucinating if his eardrums had been sensitive to the cracking sound for a long time, and he would have caught the sound of a sigh all at once.

Li An likes to act like a baby, but rarely reveals the real fragility in his bones in front of him.

He lowered his head, and the hand holding Zhao Yuansheng's wrist didn't use much strength. As long as Zhao Yuansheng wanted to, he could break free with a little effort, but Zhao Yuansheng felt his uneasiness and struggle through his slightly cold fingertips. .

He just held Zhao Yuansheng's wrist like this, as if he was very nostalgic for every moment of the present, and slowly put his face in his palm, rubbed it nostalgicly, and called him in a hoarse voice, "Brother Yi... ...."

Zhao Yuansheng held his hand instead, interlocked his fingers, squatted down slowly, pinched his chin and turned his face, but was stunned when he touched the water in his eyes.

"Two hours..." Li An smiled bitterly, while Zhao Yuansheng was still in a daze, he wrapped his arms around Zhao Yuansheng's neck, pressed his head, and pressed his lips against it.

Caught off guard and being robbed of all the air, Zhao Yuansheng mumbled, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to press on the back of Li An's head, deepening the kiss.

Li An didn't close his eyes, and at a distance close to Chi Chi, he inch by inch, as if trying to swallow the person in front of him, tracing his outline, looking at his trembling eyebrows, his heart seemed to melt. One piece, there is a faint sourness in the warmth.

He showed aggressive eyes that are rarely seen in front of people, but his lips and teeth were extremely gentle, allowing Zhao Yuansheng to writhe in his mouth jerky, guiding him patiently, and teasing him seemingly.

After the kiss, Li An panted and parted a little, and met Zhao Yuansheng's undisguised affectionate eyes. Just a look at each other was enough to burn the air between the two of them.

Facing his deep gaze, Li An stretched out his red tongue, licked his lips, and coaxed softly: "Brother Yi, help me wash..."

All his unspoken words were swallowed up, Zhao Yuansheng's breath climbed up again, and Li An was pressed on the stool and tossed about.

His back hit the corner of the table, he groaned in pain, and the next moment he yelped again.

He was picked up by Zhao Yuansheng, moved up and stopped in mid-air.

Being carried into the inner screen, Zhao Yuansheng threw him into the water.

The water splashed, and the ground was instantly wet.

Li An grabbed the edge of the bathtub and sat up reluctantly in the water. Before he could fully open his eyes fascinated by the water droplets, he felt hands gently wipe the water droplets off his face.

The person in front of him became clearer and clearer, until Zhao Yuansheng's fiery gaze fell on his eyes, and a low panting voice rang in his ears, "Zang Yu, is it okay?"

Li An tried his best to swallow the pain in his heart, held back the tears that could not fall, grabbed his skirt with his left hand, and dragged him in.

The water splashed again.

The eyes of both of them blurred, and they didn't need to see each other's face, because this kind of thing had been repeated countless times in their hearts, so that when it came to fruition, there was no difficulty at all.

Li An snorted, frowned, and moaned, "Hand! Brother Yi, your hand hurts!"

Zhao Yuansheng raised his head and saw his pale face, he hurriedly took a step back, his back bumped against the wooden basin, but there was no way to retreat.

He came back to his senses, picked up Li An's injured right hand from the water, and examined it carefully.

The tightly bandaged arm was soaked in water and fell heavily. Although it only hurt the muscles and bones and did not break the skin, there is no need to worry about whether it can get wet, but seeing Li An frowning in pain, Zhao Yuansheng was still afraid of being crushed just now. over him.

Zhao Yuansheng sighed heavily, suppressing the interrupted hotness, leaned over and hugged Li An out.

"Why did you and Meng Ye make a move?" Zhao Yuansheng's voice was filled with anger, but the movements of his hands were very light. He put Li An back on the bed, carefully wiped off the water droplets on his body, and wiped him dry. hair.

"It's just a dispute of words. You know, I like beauties. I saw a beauty from the Wulan country next to him that day. I couldn't help but tease him a few times. Who knew he couldn't help being funny, so I just... ..Hiss—young brother, please lighten up."

Zhao Yuansheng's subordinates deliberately exerted strength, their faces turned cold, and several strands of his hair were broken.

A few days ago, Li An went to Yanzhou to send New Year gifts to the Zhenbei Hou Mansion. Zhao Yuansheng couldn't get away for a while, thinking that the two places could go back and forth in one day, and nothing major would happen, so he just sent a few appropriate ones. People accompanied him, but he did not go with him.

Unexpectedly, just for a while, Li An and Meng Ye had a quarrel, and they moved their hands. Meng Ye broke his arm and was dragged by his own soldiers so that he didn't kill him, but Li An was still injured. Not lightly, I lost all feeling in my right hand, and it didn't get better until these few days.

Zhao Yuansheng asked the guards present, and they all said that Meng Ye and Li An were very close when they were talking, and no one could hear what they said clearly, so Meng Ye moved his hands.

He also asked Li An directly, but Li An always used the words just now to prevaricate him.

Zhao Yuansheng was full of anger for a few days, but his anger was like punching cotton, and he let himself ignore him. Li An always smiled and coaxed him, saying nice things, and didn't care a bit about being beaten by Meng Ye. Hurt and annoyed, Zhao Yuansheng felt that he was worrying for nothing.

"Brother Yi, have you tasted it?" Li An wrapped his arms around his waist restlessly, rolled his eyes around his waist, licked his lips unconsciously, and complimented: "My brother is the best!" watch!"

Zhao Yuansheng didn't relax because of his soft words this time. When his hair was mostly dry, he threw the cloth in his hand aside and said, "Go to sleep."

As he said that, he ignored the hand that was still holding his waist, and went straight out.

Li An didn't let go, but was pulled by his strength, and screamed in pain, lay on the bed with his right arm clutched and rolled over, "It hurts—"

"Let me see!" Zhao Yuansheng hurriedly turned around to grab his hand, but Li An dragged him onto the bed.

Before his breathing was steady, Li An fell over.

Just as Zhao Yuansheng wanted to move, Li An yelled indiscriminately about the pain in his hands, so that Zhao Yuansheng didn't dare to move for a while, and he was stripped of his clothes in a daze, and he was pressed under him unconsciously and acted recklessly.

"You—presumptuous!" Zhao Yuansheng, who was used to being in a high position, was very uncomfortable with being suppressed, and he rebuked in the gap of breathing.

After speaking, he realized that his voice was a little squishy, ​​and he didn't have the slightest deterrent effect.

Li An leaned on his shoulder and neck, carefully painted his earlobe, exhaled a hot breath, and said with a light smile: "Brother Yi, do you know what I like most about you?"

He gently stroked Zhao Yuansheng's teeth that were biting his lower lip tightly, his eyes became darker and more dangerous, "I like the way Yixiong is biting his lip and refusing to say anything. The things you bring me are said to be picked at random, and there are countless casual 'passing by' and 'by the way', do you know how tempting it is to pretend that you don't care every time?"

"Zhao Yuansheng, the way you want to refuse and welcome is really beautiful."

The author says:

Zhao Yuansheng (Contemplating: I don’t understand, everything went well before, why did something go wrong when you started again?

Me: What did you do in the front?

Zhao Yuansheng: I asked Zang Yu if I could...

Me: What did he do after that?

Zhao Yuansheng: ...He moved directly...

I (give you a suggestive look: now you understand why?