After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

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charming

Someone grabbed Su Yangjiao's shoulder from behind, and pressed his hot lips against his ear.

"Jie'er, I don't want to go back to Jingguo."

He spoke softly, his voice rippling like spring water.

Su Yangjiao felt his warm lips on one side of his cheek, and his caress made it itchy.

He could hear his own beating heartbeat, and Su Yangjiao's opened mouth closed again.

He dared not ask.

Have you not avenged your blood?

"Okay." Su Yangjiao lowered his eyes, leaned his head on Wei Nanxun's neck, and the top of his furry hair rubbed against his ear, "When this Qianqiu Banquet is over, I will play with my father, Let him find a place to seal it to me and leave Shengjing, okay?"

"all good."

"It's good to have you."

Tonight, the moonlight is overflowing, and the silvery-white brilliance is sprinkled on the bluestone road.

Wei Nanxun was dressed in a white robe and held a long sword in his hand, the dust in the courtyard was flying gently under his sleeves, he raised his eyebrows and turned to Su Yangjiao who was drinking fruit wine.

The tip of the sword hit the bottom of the jug and threw it into the air.

The reddish juice poured down, Wei Nanxun closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth, and the wine slid straight down his throat.

I just hope that every day in the future, I can live this kind of life.

He dances swords, he drinks wine.

Let those disputes and blood feuds dissipate in the smoke.

The slender figure is wrapped under the white clothes, grasping it tightly, looming, Su Yangjiao's black hair is tightly clenched behind his head, his slender neck seems to be shining like snow in the moonlight, he sits casually, with his hands The legs rest on the stone bench.

Wei Nanxun raised his eyebrows, his eyes darkened a little, and his eyes fixed on his lips, "Jie'er's lips are so pretty."

Su Yangjiao's eyes were filled with joy, his breath was stagnant, and he ran over barefoot, tiptoed to hold Wei Nanxun's cheek, and his voice was hoarse: "Nanxun, can you see it?"

Wei Nanxun's hand went over the back of his hand and went straight to the slender waist. His slender fingers clasped him, hot and powerful.

He lowered his head and kissed Su Yangjiao's lips, forcefully and irresistibly, he didn't want to let go of a breath, and sealed all his escape routes.

It wasn't until Su Yangjie was completely out of breath that he let him go temporarily and bit his upper lip.

"I can only see you."

Su Yangjiao slowly opened his eyes, and saw the gleam of water between the lips of the two, pulling out the thread of shame.

Heart trembling, Su Yangjie pursed his lips that were numb from his kiss, and smiled.

Wei Nanxun pinched his chin, and said in a hoarse voice: "Still laughing? I'll make you cry and beg for mercy in a while."

Su Yangjiao's cheeks were flushed and burned uncomfortably, so he hid his cheeks under his chin in shame.

Wei Nanxun picked him up and strode towards the bedroom. When he walked to the porch, Su Yangjiao caught a glimpse of the steps. He wanted to remind him, but also wanted to know what happened to Wei Nanxun's eyes, so he held back.

Sure enough, he kicked the toes of the steps first, and then carefully raised them half a point up.

Su Yangjiao's heart was slightly sour, and his eyesight hadn't recovered yet.

Just as he was about to enter the threshold, Wei Nanxun took a step, but there was a sound of sprinting in the yard.

"Your Highness!"

It was only after Yun Le ran in and yelled out that the timing didn't seem right.

Su Yangjiao raised his head slightly, walked around Wei Nanxun's arm, poked his head back, looked at Yunle, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yun Le quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any further, and said back: "Master, Xi Yang is looking for the emperor's important person in Zhaoyang Palace."

Su Yangjiao raised his head and looked at Wei Nanxun, only to see that the turmoil in his black eyes receded in an instant, his long eyes narrowed slightly, and his breath turned cold rapidly. He asked, "How will Emperor Jiang reply to him?"

Yun Le replied: "Your Majesty told Xi Yang according to what His Highness taught, but he refused to give up. He must see the princess."

Wei Nanxun put the man down, covered Su Yangjiao's collar that was ripped open by him, and said, "Jie'er go and have a look, but no matter how much trouble he makes, don't let those two people out. "

"Aren't you coming with me?" Su Yangjiao brushed his hair, looked at Wei Nanxun and asked.

Wei Nanxun leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "No, I'll take a bath and wait for you on the couch."

My heart beat frantically with a "dong dong".

Su Yangjiao pursed his lips, pressed the position of his heart, hurriedly put on a robe, and hurried to Yunle's side and walked towards Zhaoyang Hall with him.

The moon is full today, the moonlight is clear, but the air is dark and turbulent.

Outside Zhaoyang Hall, Qiu Ying walked up and down in a panic, looking into the hall from time to time.

He glanced at Su Yangjiao, his face was overjoyed instantly, he trotted all the way over and bowed his waist, and said, "Fourth Prince, it's very kind of you to come here!"

Su Yangjiao's complexion was gloomy. It was a lie not to be angry when his good business was disturbed. He lowered his voice and asked, "It's fine to send them away. What's the problem?"

Qiu Ying moved closer, and said: "Your Highness doesn't know something. Your Majesty has come out and told him in person just now, but he doesn't believe it, and he refuses to leave. He insists on meeting Princess Chunhua here. His Majesty asked Mr. This slave is good at entertaining, this is hard to break this old slave..."

Su Yangjie raised his hand, interrupted his words, and said coldly, "I'll go and have a look."

Walking into the side hall, Xi Yang was sitting on a chair, with a cold eyebrow, when he saw Su Yangjiao, he patted the armrest of the seat heavily, and said angrily: "Is that how Da Jiang treats the foreign envoys so politely? "

Su Yangjiao replied: "Is this how the people of the Northern Liao Dynasty came to the door of the king's bedroom late at night to persecute them?"

Xi Yang was blocked by him so that he knew he was wrong, and said: "Xi Yang didn't intend to pester, but because she didn't see Chunhua all day, she..." He paused, then continued: "She is not feeling well. There is no reason to stay in the queen's bedroom with a maid taking care of her."

"I'm afraid Xi Shizi is not married yet." Su Yangjiao took off his outer robe, handed it to Yunle, and sat on the chair.

Xi Yang interrupted him: "What does it have to do with this matter whether the son is married or not?"

Su Yangjiao raised his eyelids, and said with a smile: "You don't know that the woman has signs of miscarriage, so she can't get out of bed and walk around? My mother kindly left Princess Chunhua in her dormitory, and called the imperial physician to treat her. Shouldn't you thank my queen mother?"

Xi Yang was startled, he didn't expect that the fourth prince, who was always taciturn, would speak in a logical manner, making it difficult to refute, so his tone slowed down a bit, and said: "Then let Xi Yang go to the queen's bedroom It would be nice to meet Chunhua here."

Su Yangjiao patted the table heavily, and knocked the porcelain fruit plate on the table to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

"Presumptuous!" He glared at each other and scolded: "Is it possible for you, a foreign envoy, to enter Dajiang's harem? You treat it as your mansion, and anyone can enter it if they want?"

Xi Yang blushed with anger, but he couldn't refute. He pointed at Su Yangjiao, but he couldn't say a word after shaking for a long time. Finally, he had to give up, shook his sleeve angrily, and walked to the gate of the hall. At that time, he stopped suddenly and smiled very strangely. He said faintly: "I think the taste of General Chasing Wind is not bad. This king also wants to taste it."

Under the brilliant light in the sky, only the sound of the sword piercing the flesh and blood can be heard.

Before Xi Yang could feel the pain, he saw a long sword piercing through his shoulder.

There was a scream.

Su Yangjie held a long sword in his hand and stabbed Xi Yang's right shoulder.

He turned his face halfway, and blood drops just splashed out and landed on his right cheek.

Half of Xi Yang's body was covered in blood.

Su Yangjiao pulled out the long sword vigorously, Xi Yang shouted loudly, murmured in his mouth, covered his wound, and looked at Su Yangjiao with red eyes.

It's a pity that he covered his front, and the wound on his back was also bleeding.

Su Yangjiao threw the long sword back to Yun Le, stared at Xi Yang, and sneered: "No one can disrespect him, unless it is a dead person. I think you are the first offender, and I will spare your life. If there is another time... "

He stretched out his finger, pointing at Xi Yang's heart, blood dripped onto his fingertips, and then rolled to the ground.

"Just stab here."

After speaking, he wiped the blood from his finger on Xi Yang's sleeve.

Suddenly there was a very low chuckle, cold and cold.

Xi Yang slipped and fell to the floor in pain, and the two Beiliao maids beside him turned pale with fright, and murmured and didn't know what they were talking about.

Su Yangjie didn't stay long, when he passed by Qiu Ying, he said, "Ask the imperial doctor to bandage his wound, don't let him die."

After speaking, he disappeared into the slanting shadows without looking back.

"Nan Xun has been waiting for a long time." When Su Yangjiao returned to his bedroom again, Wei Nanxun was sitting alone at the table, with long hair softly scattered on his shoulders, and an incomparably handsome face reflected in the candlelight. It is as beautiful as otherworldly.

Su Yangjiao sat beside him, grabbed the jade cup on the table, and the light red wine in the cup wobbled and stained the rim of the cup.

When Wei Nanxun raised his head, his brows were slightly frowned, he put his finger against Su Yangjiao's right cheek, rubbed it, and asked, "Why is there blood on your face?"

"Someone is mean." Su Yangjiao chuckled and drank the wine in the jade cup.

"Oh." Wei Nanxun pressed the long sleeves heavily on his thin shoulders, squeezed them, and moved closer, whispering: "Jie'er called the wrong one just now, you should be punished."

Su Yangjiao slowly raised his eyes and looked at him, puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Those dark and cold eyes stared straight at him, and said in a deep voice, "My husband."

After finishing speaking, Wei Nanxun held him in his arms and walked towards the bed step by step.

"Nan Xun..."

As soon as Su Yangjiao opened his mouth, he was caught by hot lips, and what was blocked between them was the enthusiasm of breathing.

"I told you, I'm called Husband." Wei Nanxun grabbed his hands and lifted them to the top of his head, "You will be punished."

The temples were slightly loose, and Su Yangjiao's outer robe fell to the ground, revealing his inner garment.

"Husband." Su Yangjiao turned his face away, rubbed to the side, and muttered softly: "I just hurt someone, and I was a little scared, so..."

so take it easy...

Before he could say anything, Su Yangjiao felt a strange attack.

Overwhelming dear.

The tingling sensation spread from his chest to his limbs.

"Are you still afraid?"

Su Yangjiao ignored him, closed his long eyes, and let him press him hard into the soft quilt.

This is probably the most primitive way to love someone.

Is he willing to give up blood and deep hatred for him, to give up all grievances, and he is also willing to give up the prosperity and glory of Shengjing City for him, and they will be a couple of gods and immortals.

Is it not good?

Should be fine.

As long as he doesn't regret it.

The author says:

I'm so stupid, the first time I uploaded, I only uploaded half of the text...