I ran away after slacking my apprentice

When Murong Yan saw Ning Ji smiled slightly, his anger almost burned into his mind.

That's his person, that's the person he wished he could hide and hide from outsiders, but now he is smiling at the prince, and even wants to dance the sword for the prince!

"It would be great if I could see Mr. Wei dancing the sword with my own eyes." Murong Chen was delighted to see the result, so he casually called an attendant to get the sword.

After doing all this, Murong Chen even looked at Murong Yan with a smile on his face, and said briskly, "A Yan, it's just a sword dance, Ah Yan won't even refuse this, right?"

There was an imperceptible majesty in the prince's eyes, which separated the brotherhood between him and Murong Yan at that moment, gentle but unquestionable.

Murong Yan's eyes met the Prince's for only a moment and then turned away. He was pressing on the armrest of the wooden chair, his fingertips were almost pinched into the armrest.

It was nothing but a sword dance!It's just a sword dance...

Murong Yan recited silently in his heart countless times, barely able to suppress the restlessness in his heart, whether he did not refute Murong Chen.

After all, it is the crown prince, not to mention that the crown prince has not suppressed this matter, it was Ning Jiwei who brought it up on his own initiative, and Murong Yan has no position to stop it due to emotion and reason.

"Then it would be a show of shame." Ning held his sword slightly to salute, aimed at the prince, and also aimed at Murong Yan.

Never accompanied by the sound of a piano, Ning Jiwei danced his sword alone, each move was light and smooth, it was not the moves Murong Yan taught him, but a change in the moves used to defeat the enemy, so that those moves were no longer so fierce, but instead Added a bit of softness.

It was that kind of softness that brought out the advantages of Ning Jiwei's figure, dancing in white clothes, the shadow of the sword was graceful, and there was a silent charm everywhere.

It made the prince's heart itch, and he never took his eyes off for a moment, and his eyes fell on Ning Jiwei undisguisedly. It was a kind of forbearable but not negligible desire.

Seeing this, Murong Yan became furious, he really overestimated his patience, not to mention the sword dance, he simply couldn't accept Ning Jiwei's appearance in front of others!

What's more, the prince's eyes...

Murong Yan couldn't bear it anymore, finally got up, interrupted Ning Jiwei's movements, he snatched the sword from Ning Jiwei's hand and threw it casually, saying: "Brother Emperor, forgive me, excuse me."

After finishing speaking, Murong Yan took Ning Jiwei's hand forcefully and was about to leave.

"Ah Yan!" Murong Chen also got up, with a rare angry expression, "You take him away now, have you figured it out? He is just a servant in your house, you really want to hurt our brotherhood for him points?"

Murong Yan's grip on Ning Jiwei was not light, and Ning Jiwei's wrist was flushed, Ning Jiwei struggled, but there was no room for resistance.

Ning Jiwei only felt the pain in his wrist, and couldn't help but frowned, but heard Murong Yan say very firmly: "I can give you whatever the emperor wants, but he is the only one, no!"

"Ah Yan!" Murong Chen was obviously very angry, but Murong Yan couldn't control it anymore, and took Ning Jiwei away without looking back.

Ning Jiwei was forcefully taken all the way back to the room by Murong Yan, when the door was closed tightly, Murong Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and arbitrarily pushed Ning Jiwei against the wall.

"You took the initiative to mention Jianwu just now, and you want to go to the Prince's Mansion?" Murong Yan's eyes were fierce, and even his tone was extremely merciless, "What do you want from the Prince? You think I am not as good as the Prince, and he can Can I not give you what I gave you? Answer me!"

"Why are you crazy!" Murong Yan's action made Ning Jiwei unable to move at all, and even suffered a force when his back was pressed against the wall, and now he felt a faint pain.

Ning Jiwei couldn't help but frown more and more, he struggled and shouted: "Murong Yan! You hurt me!"

That voice was really painful, Murong Yan thought of that day when he was in the carriage, Ning Jiwei was also so reluctant at that time, and what happened after that...

Once he thought that Ning Jiwei was so angry and miserable because of losing control, Murong Yan lost half of his temper immediately, and even lost the strength to hold Ning Jiwei's hand.

Ning Jiwei took the opportunity to push Murong Yan away, he rubbed his wrist, his expression turned cold.

"You once said that I have no one to rely on except you, but I think the prince is very different. If I go to the prince's mansion, at least the prince will not persecute me again and again like you !"

"Heh..." Murong Yan chuckled as if he had heard some joke, "What do you think of you as a prince? Do you think he will disobey the Holy One for you? Naive! Ridiculous!"

"What about you?" Ning Ji let out a low growl, and his eyes were a little mocking, "What's the difference between you and the prince? The difference is a dirty mind for me!"

"What's more..." Ning raised his chin slightly, even with a hint of contempt, "The city defense map in the palace has always been faced by the prince. In this alone, you are no match for the prince!"

When Ning Jiwei said this, he just said it casually. After all, Murong Yan is really vigilant. If he didn't make his words more complete, Murong Yan might guess that Ning Jiwei used aggressive tactics against him after a little recollection. Law, then it will be difficult to explain.

Unexpectedly, Murong Yan found it even more funny when he heard it. He shook his head, and there was a genuine smile in his eyes, "You want the city defense map? Did you not hesitate to enter the Prince's Mansion for this?"

Murong Yan smiled, and leaned forward again, "It is true that only the crown prince can face the defense map of the imperial palace, but my imperial brother, he has never been good at these things, so the emperor did not give him much real power. Of course, he has never seen the city defense map."

"However..." Murong Yan turned his eyes away, a little affectionately, and said again: "The crown prince can't give you the city defense map, but I can."

"You..." Murong Yan's approaching breath made Ning Ji slightly uncomfortable, he turned his head and shouted, "Stay away from me!"

"Don't you believe me?" Murong Yan didn't press any more, he only opened the distance between the two of them, and said again: "I moved into the palace when I was young, and I am quite familiar with the defenses in the palace. What you draw is no worse than the real city defense map."

As Murong Yan spoke, he brought a pen and paper.

The rice paper was spread on the table, and within a short while, Murong Yan drew a brief picture of the city defense.

Seeing this, Ning Jiwei was about to step forward, but was stopped by Murong Yan.

Murong Yan stood in front of the rice paper, "If you don't ask yourself, it's considered stealing. Zikai doesn't do anything, but wants to see the city defense map of the palace. Is it too urgent?"

Ning Ji gave Murong Yan a slightly angry look, and said unceremoniously: "Then what do you want?"

Originally, Murong Yan just wanted to tease Ning Jiwei, but Ning Jiwei's appearance is clearly up to you to pick and choose, that look made Murong Yan want to talk about it, and aroused the distracting thoughts in Murong Yan's heart.

He suddenly thought of the way the prince looked at Ning Jiwei.

Gas clusters.

"Unless..." Murong Yan's eyes were dark, he touched Ning Jiwei's waist with his fingertips, lowered his gaze, and said, "Take yourself in exchange."

"You!" It's true that Ning Jiwei wanted to provoke Murong Yan, but he didn't want to put himself in such a passive situation, let alone pay such an unbearable price.

What's more...it's clearly daytime now!

Murong Yan waited for a while, but before Ning Jiwei could reply, he lost interest, "If you don't want to..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Ji interrupted him slightly, "Then you..." The fingertips hidden in the sleeves were pinched tightly, Ning Ji slowed down slightly, and finally summoned up his courage, and said: " Except for the city defense map, you have to give me a deadline, I can't wait indefinitely like this."

After all, it is unbearable, since you have taken the step of using Murong Yan, then use it to the end!

Anyway...it's just this body, if it can be exchanged for revenge, if Murong Yan wants it, then take it!

Murong Yan was surprised by Ning Jiwei's concession, it took a while to react, and solemnly said: "Father's birthday will be in three months' time, and there will be a palace banquet at that time, I will take you into the palace."

"It's just that it's up to you whether you succeed or not." Murong Yan's breath leaned over, following the deep voice into his heart, it was very hot, "I hurt you last time, don't be afraid, this time Will not."

The heat made Ning Ji slightly palpitate, he couldn't help but want to turn his head away, but Murong Yan pressed the back of his neck, unable to move.

A moist and hot kiss came up, very light and soft, like feathers scraping, the kiss went all the way down...

The belt around the waist was untied by someone, and together with the white clothes, they were scattered on the ground pitifully...

Originally such a touch, Ning Jiwei should have hated it, or feared it. After all, Murong Yan in the carriage that day was really not gentle. Scared.

It was too bloody to experience, and Ning Jiwei almost trembled with fear.

But now being treated so tenderly by Murong Yan, Ning Jiwei actually felt a complex emotion, but it was not disgust or hatred.

He couldn't figure it out, what kind of emotion could he have when he treated Murong Yan on such a matter?Shouldn't it be hate?

He didn't know what was going on in his mind, but Murong Yan didn't know, instead he turned the person around and leaned against the table.

Ning Jiwei was taken aback by that movement, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he said in disbelief: "You...you want to be here?"

"Isn't it possible?" Murong Yan leaned over, leaned against Ning Ji's slightly sided neck, and exhaled softly, "I am very happy that my Zikai is so obedient today, so I want to reward you with something else."

"What?" Ning Jiwei's voice was unsteady, he was forced to lie down on the table, half of his body was exposed, and in front of him, there happened to be the city defense map drawn by Murong Yan himself.

"Of course I want to teach you the meaning of this city defense map..." The tone was drawn out for no reason, with endless ambiguity, Murong Yan's eyes were full of affection.

He kissed the back of Ning Jiwei's ear, and then put his hands down...

"From the gate of the palace to the place where the banquet is held, there are three lines of defense. The first line of defense is Qingping Gate, which is the main gate of the palace. All the officials enter the palace, dismount here, and be searched by the guards. You lived in the palace when you were young. In the palace, if you think you have never left the palace, then you don’t know, how strict is the search here?”

Ning Ji panted slightly, "I don't know, but as a prince, didn't you have the right to ride a horse in the palace? You also have to be like these courtiers...uh!"

Suddenly... Ling Ning called out subconsciously, he never thought that Murong Yan would be so condescending, "You, don't touch!"

"No?" Murong Yan chuckled lightly, with strong provocative intentions, "But don't you like it?"

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