After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

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Unfinished

Qin Shao left at the end of the second quarter. After he left, Wei Nanxun went to Yin Chuan's room, saying that Daju was humming all the time, looking a little uncomfortable. Wei Nanxun loved this little guard the most. worried.

Su Yangjiao watched Wei Nanxun's back disappear behind the Moon Cave Gate of Wuchenyuan, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart came up densely.

After returning from Dali Temple, Wei Nanxun avoided talking about the past. He didn't tell Su Yangjiao who trapped him in the pool, nor did he tell how he was tortured during the process.

But the more he kept silent, the more distressed Su Yangjiao was.

Was he afraid that he would not be able to accept it because he knew that the instigator of all this was Su Yunjie?

Why did Su Yunzhi treat Wei Nan like this?

What is he trying to do?

Su Yangjiao felt a tightness in his chest, and there was an indescribable force constantly pounding, as if some ferocious monster was about to escape. The itching in his throat that was caught off guard changed from weak to strong and then diffused throughout his throat. Su Yangjie bowed He coughed on his back.

Isn't Su Yunzhi his favorite brother?

Wu Mo quickly handed over the handkerchief, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed on the snow-white handkerchief without warning.

Su Yangjiao held the handkerchief tightly in his palm and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket. His pale face turned pink because of the excitement just now.

Standing behind him, Wu Mo caught a glimpse of the blood on the corner of the veil in panic.

"Wu Mo, do you know what is the most important thing to survive in Huawu Mansion?" Su Yangjiao suddenly turned his head and stared at Wu Mo with an almost amazing smile, "Look at what you shouldn't see." Don't see, don't say what you shouldn't say."

Wu Mo felt that his legs were weak, and he answered "Yes" tremblingly.

At night, the tree shadows are slanting, and a round of bright moon casts gentle silver light.

The light shines through the window gap, faintly shining on the couch.

The man on the couch fell asleep at some point, his handsome and flawless face looked even more gorgeous under the moonlight, his slender fingers were hanging on the edge of the couch, and a book was left on the floor.

Wei Nanxun picked up the book, and gently smoothed the wrinkled pages. With the light of the moonlight, he tried his best to see the name of the book: "Heart with the King".

Smiling, he put the book on the small table next to him.

It turned out that these scriptures were what Ke'er loved to read the most. Wei Nanxun couldn't help laughing when he thought of his reluctance and inability to refuse when he was asked to recite etiquette classics.

No wonder it is said that the fourth prince is ignorant and reads some scriptures all day long, so he really deserves the words ignorant and incompetent.

Su Yangjie turned his body half sideways, and circled himself into a ball. He was so tall when he stood up, but why was he lying here in such a small ball.

His long hair was scattered on the couch like black satin, and every tip of it was entangled in Wei Nanxun's heart.

For this person, he is willing to give up everything he planned before.

In this way, what's wrong with staying quietly in Jiang Guo, being his "wife" and living a life of ignoring common things?

If it wasn't for the bloody feud of hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Tuqi Battalion, he really wanted to live here.

Wei Nanxun sighed softly, and picked him up, "Little fool, why don't you sleep on the bed?"

Su Yangjiao turned over in his arms, put his arms around his neck tightly, and muttered softly, "I'll wait for you to sleep together."

Wei Nanxun smiled lightly.

"you're awake?"

Su Yangjiao put his head on his chest and closed his eyes: "You dance too loudly here."

He suddenly opened his eyes, with thousands of lights shining in them, and his voice was rustling with all kinds of tenderness: "Guozi Wei, your heart has fallen! What a pity you are, you have fallen in love with a prince from an enemy country."

The next moment, he was thrown onto the bed.

That slender figure opened the curtain, and walked in with a long and graceful figure.

He looked up at him.

His fingers slowly brushed away the hair sticking to Su Yangjiao's face, "Jie'er, I am different from you. My hands are covered with blood. I am the Rakshasa in your mouth, but you are clean." Yes, it is not stained with dust, and if you are with someone like me, you will enter the endless hell after death."

Wei Nanxun put his fingers on his shoulders, and his fingertips slid through the black hair on his shoulders, "Are you afraid?"

Su Yangjiao's eyes were full of water. He grabbed the hand in his hair and shook his head, "Don't be afraid, I'm not afraid if you are in the Infernal Hell."

He looked down at Su Yangjiao from a high position. The man's face was like a beautiful jade, and his eyes were full of deep affection. Wei Nanxun lowered his head and pressed his head into Su Yangjiao's ear and asked, "Jie'er, do you still remember that we have something to do?" Didn't you do it?"

Wei Nanxun pinched his chin, slowly stroking his snow-white cheeks with his fingertips, "This is the only belief that supports me to persevere in the water prison, you are not allowed to lie to your husband."

Su Yangjiao's heart was beating like thunder. He was still laughing at other people's heartbeat just now. Now it was his turn. He wanted to look away in embarrassment, but was pinched even tighter by the man's fingertips.

"Obviously you are the madam..." The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and it almost disappeared in the end.

Wei Nanxun looked at him, his eyes seemed to be rubbed into bright stars, the light was finely fragmented.

Su Yangjiao could hear his own heart beating.

His wrists were clasped, the bridge of his nose brushed against Su Yangjiao's cheeks, and his lips brushed lightly intentionally or unintentionally, but they refused to fall down.

I don't know if the drug addiction in his body started to cause trouble again, Su Yangjiao felt his body start to feel hot.

Even the surrounding air began to burn, and the temperature rose sharply.

Su Yangjiao's body was weak, his long hair was spread on the bed, Wei Nanxun's breath was in his nostrils, "Tell my husband, what are the things we haven't finished?"

Su Yangjiao's face was hot, and he turned his face to avoid him: "Don't say it."

The more he resisted, the tighter his hands were clasped, his slender and thin body looked vulnerable in front of him, Wei Nanxun bit his lips, "Say it, I want to hear it."

He was pressed down and could only raise his head and kiss him.

He was tightly blocked by him, and in the end he could only beg for mercy with red eyes: "I can't breathe..."

"Say it, I'll let you go."

Su Yangjiao whimpered softly: "Consummated the room with you..."

Before the words fell, Su Yangjiao looked at the man with tears in his eyes, and kissed him again bullyingly.

Su Yangjiao didn't get out of bed for two days.

He didn't die from poisoning, but he was bullied so badly that he was about to fall apart.

On the third day, when Wu Mo walked into the bedroom holding the new clothes of the two of them, he saw the "Madame" with her underwear open, revealing her bright chest, making his master count something.

His master was even worse, with long hair messily scattered on the bed, red flowers dyed on the snow-white neck and shoulders, and a brocade quilt covering his waist, with two slender legs dangling from side to side.

Wu Mo's breath was in a mess, he didn't dare to look again, he stood at the door with his head down: "Master, it's time to change clothes and go to the palace."

Su Yangjiao touched the scar on Wei Nanxun's shoulder with his fingertips: "Nineteen."

Wei Nanxun took his fingers, took advantage of the situation, and held his slender waist.

Su Yangjiao's brocade slipped off, his soft waist was embraced by the man, fell into his arms, and sat unsteadily on his lap.

"Bring it here and change clothes."

Su Yangjiao turned his back to the outside, and buried his flushed cheeks into Wei Nanxun's long hair. He wanted to break free, but he didn't expect that the hands on his waist were clenched so tightly that his snow-white skin was stained. A light pink.

It's a pity that any struggle to break free is futile, he still sat firmly on Wei Nanxun's lap.

Wu Mo lowered his head and walked forward cautiously. He could only stare at his toes, and offered the new clothes with both hands.

A shadow swayed for a while, and there was a rustling sound of dressing. He secretly looked over his eyelids until he was sure that his master had left his wife's lap, then he raised his head and stood in front of the bed to dress Su Yangjiao.

On the day of the Qianqiu Banquet, all the ministers followed Shengjia all the way to the Xishan Palace.

The civil servants sat on all carriages, while the military generals walked in front of the queue on tall horses in armor and armor.

When the emperor's carriage finally appeared in the Xishan Palace, many new Jinshi students waiting there knelt down and shouted long live.

The Ministry of Rites erected a new six-foot-high stone stele in front of the Baohua Hall. On the stone stele, the four characters "Tiankai Wenyun" bestowed by Emperor Jiang were engraved on the most eye-catching place. Scholars" and "seeking talents for the country".

Behind the stele are articles written by the famous Confucianism in the dynasty.

When Emperor Jiang passed by the stele, he showed a satisfied smile.

Emperor Jiang slowly climbed up to the second floor of Baohua Hall and stood leaning on the railing, with all the princes behind him.

The fourth prince was dressed in a purple court dress, which was elegant and elegant, and the jade pendant on his belt shone with dazzling light.

All the ministers looked at each other secretly, and couldn't help feeling that the fourth prince was definitely the best among all the princes in terms of appearance and temperament.

Since when did she quietly overwhelm the gentle second prince?

Standing next to the fourth prince was the tall and mighty fifth prince, with a murderous aura, but he looked at the fourth prince with reverence.

On the other side of the fourth prince stood the seventh prince who had just grown up, a nobleman of the Tian family, with an innocent smile on his face, he was talking to the fourth prince in a low voice.

On the other hand, the eldest prince, King Xun, swept the crowd with erratic eyes, as if looking for someone.

The second prince had a faint smile as before, and the navy blue court dress set off his appearance very well, but it concealed the faint aura of prey between his brows.

On the far side was the third prince sitting in a wooden wheelchair. No one had ever seen the third prince smile, as if he was born with no expression.

All the students knelt down to pay homage, carrying my ancestral instructions in unison.

The momentum is huge, like ten thousand horses galloping.

At the end of the students' visit, envoys from various countries came to congratulate them.

There was a man wearing a red court dress, with a slender figure and a noble face. He knelt behind the envoys of various countries, but he was the most conspicuous one in the crowd.

The breeze is blowing, and the sun is soft.

Some people were quietly talking about Jing Guo's appearance. The streets and alleys have long been rumored about the outstanding appearance of this Jing Guo's proton. When they saw it today, everyone held their breath and couldn't take their eyes off it.

Looking at the platform on the second floor, the fourth prince looked at Wei Zhizi with soft and affectionate eyes.

It turned out that the rumors were true.

The fourth prince fell in love with Jingguo Proton at first sight.

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