After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

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Neither can the hero.

With a sound of "嗖", the arrow feather missed again, whizzing away from the top of the archery target.

Su Yangjie clenched his palms tightly, he wanted to press down the disobedient heart in his chest, he didn't know if Wei Nanxun did it on purpose today, he always touched him vaguely, he never felt physical contact between two men before What will happen, but under this relationship now, he still wants to keep a distance.

"Use your arms hard, not too tight." Wei Nanxun's breath was scorching hot behind his ears and around his neck.

Su Yangjiao felt dizzy from the heat, and subconsciously dodged two steps aside. He began to regret why he came to shoot arrows. It seems that shooting arrows is far more tiring than reciting books.

Wei Nanxun raised his eyelids, as if he wasn't used to his empty chest for a while, looked at Su Yangjiao and said, "Fourth prince is afraid of me?"

Su Yangjiao paused, clutching his throbbing chest, took a deep breath and said, "I was tired from shooting arrows just now, and I sweated a lot. I'm afraid it won't taste good."

Wei Nanxun's face obviously darkened, and he put his hands behind his back, "I'm afraid the Fourth Prince still doesn't know about the relationship between Jingguo and Beiliao!"

"Isn't it just hatred?" Su Yangjiao felt sore in his arm, threw the small bow in his hand to the guard at the side, took a few sips of the water bag handed over, and continued: "Actually, Jiang Guo and Beiliao There is also deep hatred."

Wei Nanxun snorted coldly, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, "But this kind of hatred is no match for the allurement of dominating the world."

Su Yangjiao looked at Wei Nanxun's sharp eyes, thought that he and Su Yunjie would rule the country in the future, felt a little sad in his heart, and said with a smile: "Wei Zhizi, don't worry, you are not a thing in the pool, you will sooner or later Leaping over the Dragon Gate."

Wei Nanxun looked at Su Yangjiao, not knowing the ups and downs of his emotions, and said after a while: "Actually, if you can find a place of Taoyuan and stay with others, it would be good to live an ordinary life."

At that moment, Su Yangjiao almost thought that the person he was talking about was himself.

Why not, he really wants to live in seclusion and be an ordinary person far away from court.

"Master!" Suddenly, two people flew down from the air with a "snap", it turned out to be Yun Le and Yin Chuan, Su Yangjiao glanced at these two people, and almost spit out a smile from his mouth.

Yun Le's hair was disheveled, her hair crown was hanging crookedly on the side, her coat was also torn a few times, and a few bloodstains were faintly exposed on her arms.Looking at Yin Chuan again, it seems that he is not much better. There is a bloodstain on the right side of the boy's face, and his clothes are torn into strips.

I saw the young man raised the bow in his hand aggrievedly, walked up to Wei Nanxun and knelt down.

Look carefully, it turns out that the bow has been broken in two.

Wei Nanxun smiled and said, "Losing?"

"Hmm." Yin Chuan gave Yunle a bitter look, then turned his head stubbornly to the other side.

"Let me make another bow for you, okay?" Wei Nanxun coaxed, touching the top of Yin Chuan's hair with his slender fingers, and found that his hairpin was lost somewhere, so he took it from his crown. Pulling out a silver hairpin, bending down slightly, gently combed the hair on the top of the young man's head with his fingers, and inserted his own silver hairpin into it.

Gentle as if you were treating your own child.

Su Yangjie suddenly envied Yin Chuan, Wei Nanxun had never looked at himself so tenderly.

Yun Le asked the guard next to him to find two clean clothes. The guard ran back after leaving and handed the two clothes to Yun Le. Yun Le accepted one of them, pointed to the back and said : "Give it to that child."

"I'm not young!" Yin Chuan bared his teeth at Yunle, put on his clothes and ran away.

Su Yangjiao watched Yin Chuan run away, raised his head and asked Wei Nanxun: "I think you take extra care of Yin Chuan, is there a reason?"

Wei Nanxun held the broken bow in his hand and touched it, "He saved my life."

Su Yangjiao nodded, he guessed something, looked at Yunle again, and motioned him to change clothes, and then took the Tuomu bow from the guard, took out an arrow feather, and aimed at the target aim.

He closed his eyes to allow his body to recall the movements that Wei Nanxun taught him just now, how to exert strength, how to aim, how to control the direction of the arrow feathers, he opened his eyes suddenly, and with a sound of "嗖", the white arrow feathers streaked across the air. The graceful arc flew towards the target like the sound of tearing silk.

"Hitted!" The guard watching from the side stared at the place where the arrow feather fell, announcing the good news excitedly.

Although he missed the target, this was the first time that he did not miss the target and hit the target impartially.

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The silver light was like a waterfall, and a single lamp was lit in the study, and the shadow of the lamp swayed on the window.

Su Yangjiao was leaning on the couch, with a book rolled up in his hand, reading very intently.

He didn't want to lose, no matter what the stakes were, he didn't want to lose.

What's more, winning or losing is related to his future destiny, and he doesn't want to lose.

Isn't it just memorization? It's not like I didn't memorize it when I was in school.

Outside the window, the figure was in a trance under the moonlight, Wei Nanxun stood in front of the door but did not enter, Yin Chuan wanted to knock on the door for him, but Wei Nanxun grabbed his wrist, he shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "No. "

"Since your Highness is here, why don't you come in?" Yin Chuan asked in confusion.

Wei Nanxun didn't answer right away, but looked at the bright and fuzzy shadow, thought for a while before saying, "Don't bother him."

So the master and servant stood outside the door for a while and then left quietly.

A moment later, Yin Chuan left and returned.

He didn't believe it anymore, how could that ignorant idiot really endorse it?He wants to see, this person must be sleeping.

Yin Chuan stuck in the crack of the door and looked inside.Under the lonely lamp I saw, Su Yangjiao was really reading a book. What surprised Yin Chuan even more was that whenever he was obviously sleepy, he would pick up the candle next to him and let the wax drip onto him. on the back of my hand...

Did you fight so hard for the endorsement?

Yin Chuan felt that he must have seen a ghost.This must not be the fourth prince of the incarnate devil king, definitely not!

"Is it unbelievable?"

Suddenly someone whispered in Yin Chuan's ear, he was startled, and almost pushed the door open, only to realize that it was Yun Le beside him.

Yun Le pulled him into the courtyard outside the corridor, and complained: "Don't disturb our master's reading!"

Yin Chuan hadn't recovered from the fright, and asked suspiciously: "Has he been taken from his soul? I read in those scriptures that some ghosts would take away a person's soul, and then get into this person's body, Pretend to be this guy."

"Get out, you've just been captured!"

Yun Le slapped it, Yin Chuan dodged it, and slapped back, "It must be! He is no longer human!"

"Fart! You little bastard, watch if I don't tear your mouth apart!"

Yun Le drew out the saber at his waist and stabbed it with a "whoosh" sound, like a gust of wind and rain, Yin Chuan dodged left and right, jumped from the ground to the stone table, and grinned at Yun Le.

"That's right! He's a ghost!"

Yun Le fiercely stabbed at the stone table again...

Su Yangjie doesn't know martial arts, and naturally he doesn't have such good hearing. All his thoughts are on the "Book of Rites", and the debts he owed in the past, no matter how many years pass, he must pay back.

It's useless to wear the book, you still have to return it.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally couldn't stand it any longer, before he woke himself up with wax oil, he fell into a deep sleep.

Wei Nanxun originally came to look for Yin Chuan, but he walked to the door of the study unconsciously. In the dim candlelight, he heard the sound of shallow breathing.

He pushed open the door and walked to the desk, and found the cotton-padded jacket that had slipped off the floor. Wei Nanxun bent over to pick it up, and groped to cover it for him.

His eyes recovered quickly, and he could see blurry things under light, and the closer he was, the clearer he could see.

Su Yangjiao's face was slightly dimmed in the candlelight, hazy and alluring.He stretched out his fingers uncontrollably, stroked his cheek with his fingertips, and slid it all the way to his lips along the profile.

His lips were slightly raised, extraordinarily full, but the touch from his fingertips was so soft and delicate that it was unbelievable.

Wei Nanxun's Adam's apple moved, and he secretly began to trace the lines of his face with his fingers.

How could a man be so delicate?It's unbelievable that the skin is so good, Wei Nanxun began to like such a pleasant touch, if he could kiss him, it would probably be more comfortable.

Wei Nanxun's gaze fell all the way down to the back of Su Yangjiao's hand resting on the scroll, and he vaguely saw a patch of red, which seemed so abrupt in that patch of snow-white.

He leaned over and pressed the back of his hand.

gently, secretly...

Afraid of hurting Su Yangjiao, he quickly left his lips from the back of his hand, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, dug out a little white ointment from it, and carefully and lightly applied it to the burn marks on the back of Su Yangjiao's hand superior.

After painting, Wei Nan supported Su Yangjiao's neck with one hand, put his other hand in the crook of his leg, hugged him horizontally, and walked out cautiously.

Before his eyes fully recovered, Wei Nanxun walked very slowly, as if he was holding some fragile baby in his arms.

After a long time, he walked to the clean yard by relying on the direction in his memory and his blurred vision. After putting the person on the bed, he stuffed the person into the quilt and left contentedly.

Whether it is a changed soul or the original soul is like this, some emotions cannot be controlled.

Neither can the hero.

The author says:

Sometimes when the plot develops to a certain place, he will go down in the original direction. If you feel that a certain plot is similar to a certain article, it is recommended to read more, and you may find that it is really just just like.

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