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His unrestrained and unrestrained style fell from the tree to the ground, shattering his hopes all over the place... Murong Bai.

Han Qing has changed, after all, has changed.

Murong Bai looked at the neglected mess in front of him, one day, one or two days, three days...

Han Qing forgot the chess game he had made.

Murong Bai put down the chess pieces in his hand, sat alone in the yard, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds passing by and smiled disappointedly, he missed those relatives and friends in Muyun.

He wants to hug his niece Muzhi, he wants to listen to his father's teachings, he misses his mother's nagging, he wants to bring his friends to the wine shop again, and taste the taste of the old wine, he misses every flower, every grass, every scene and every person in Jinling I want to sniff the yellow land there...

The days in Muyun have always been lonely, he doesn't know how long he can be with Han Qing, he is looking forward to returning to Muyun, but also afraid of returning to Muyun.He and Han Qing wrote down the starting point of their encounter, but they didn't know where the end point was.

"Yulin, I'm sorry, I'm late." Han Qing pushed open the door of Tingfengyuan with her maid, Xiaoji, hurried to the appointment, sat down and picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, but found the tea was cold and fragrant at the entrance. scattered.

Han Qing was taken aback, Murong Bai had always served him hot tea, never before had the tea been so bitter.

"I know you're late." Murong Bai narrowed his eyes and picked up the leftovers laid out on the table, and the white chess pieces were thrown into the white altar one by one. Seeing that he was about to put away the chess pieces, Han Qing shouted anxiously: "Wait!" Wait, are we done yet?"

Murong Bai raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently, with an anxious face, put down the chess game in his arms, stood up with his hands behind his back, looked at the golden crow that was about to fall to the west mountain in the distance, and sighed silently: "Hwarang, maybe I put the You take it too seriously."

Han Qing was puzzled, looking at his slender back with puzzled eyes.

"Bo Ya Ziqi can't be met, Jing Gong Zhong Gong can't be asked, Yuan Bo Juqing can't be trusted, I'm too serious, I'm tired, you go back." Murong Bai expressed his heart when he saw the red clouds in the sky fading away. Desperate, said with a lonely look.

Han Qing felt uncomfortable, put down the teacup in his hand, approached him and said, "Hwarang compared you to Ziqi, Duke Zhong, and Uncle Yuan, but I heard Yulin leave all my life and property behind. How can I compare you?" on them."

"You are indulging in the love of men's pets, and you are addicted to the desires of men's pets. Rong Bai is a lonely family and has no way to talk to others. You and I are both men. If you are too close, there may be rumors. It is better to stay with nodding friends." Murong Bai left behind these words, left Han Qing behind and walked into the house without looking back.

Han Qing stared blankly at the gate of the confinement for a long time, and left lonely. He wanted to talk to Murong Bai as before, he wanted to share the same bed with Murong Bai as before, he wanted to share the same bed with Murong Bai as before. They stayed together every day like that, but in reality, gossip and suspicion from their partner pushed the two of them further and further apart.

No, to be more precise, since Han Qing had a male concubine, he kept a distance to avoid suspicion, and invisibly shut Murong Bai out.How could Han Qing not feel regretful, how much he missed the old days of Bai Chenxuan.

But he fell from the tree, took root on the ground, and with a man and a family, he couldn't go back.He didn't dare to talk privately with Murong Bai, he didn't dare to look at Murong Bai more, and he didn't dare to undress him in the same room, otherwise he would be questioned and suspicious after returning home.

Although Bai Bian treats him well from the bottom of his heart, he is extremely jealous and cannot tolerate him looking at other men more than once.The two of them had quarreled countless times in private because of Murong Bai.

These days Han Qing was late every time, precisely because Bai Bian knew that he was going to meet Murong, and every time he needed the pleasure of rain, he was willing to let him go out.

How could Han Qing not know that he was indirectly warning the two of them that he was a man with a man's family, so don't think about what he shouldn't have.

Han Qing was in the wine shop, putting down an empty wine jar with a blushing complexion, and the troubles in her heart became more and more troublesome, and the more troublesome, the more troublesome.

He knew that Murong Bai was sad because of this, but in order to preserve the harmony of the family, he still cruelly abandoned Rong Bai.

"My son-in-law, Mr. Bai said that it's getting late at night, so I'll prepare sober soup and a hot bath for you when you go back." Xiao Ji said awkwardly as he watched Han Qing drink one jar after another.

"Tell him, I'm not going back, and I can sleep wherever I like." Han Qing staggered up, resenting Bai Bian's meddling, hugged Lie, tapped his feet, and disappeared silhouette.

In the princess mansion, when Bai Bian heard the report from Xiao Ji, his face was gloomy like water, he smashed the concoction viciously, and cursed with gnashed teeth: "What Bo Ya Zi Qi, Jing Gong Zhong Gong, Yuan Bo Juqing, that sounds nice, Murong Bai Don't you just want to trick Han Qing into bed, I have already seen that his mind is impure. Han Qing, since you want to stay by his side, you'd better never come back."

The little fierce is ashamed, everyone in the house knows everyone, although this little white son-in-law treats the son-in-law kindly and sincerely, but his jealousy is not even comparable to that of women, he is a strict husband, Even the princess had to admire three points when she was alive.

The son-in-law, a wild horse who loves food and drink, is a wild horse who loves food and drink. He was detained and controlled into a pure and virtuous little white flower.

He ate vegetarian meals three times a day and even gave up alcohol. He put down his military books at home and began to embroider.

"Open... the door, quickly... open the door." Han Qing was outside the door, beating the door drunkenly to call for someone.

Murong Bai's clothes were loose, just as he opened the door, Han Qing hugged his head and kissed him face to face, the hot and intense kiss frightened Murong Bai to stagger, the two fell into the light green bed curtain unsteadily.

Murong Bai also came to his senses after the fall, and hurriedly stopped the drunk Han Qing to ask, "Do you know who I am?"

"I know, you are Murong Bai, hehehe..."

"I kiss you..."

The drunk man was more of a jerk than a sentence, and hugged Murong Bai tightly, Murong Bai pushed him away and said: "You are drunk, I will send you back."

"Yu Lin, I'm not drunk, I've actually liked you for a long time, I want to be with you for the rest of my life..." friend...

Han Qing usually looked unserious, but now when he was drunk, he uttered shameless and impatient words. The last two key words were separated by wine, and they were even more vague in his mouth, sticking to Murong Bai's ears, An ambiguity just rushed over.

Murong Baijun's face immediately turned red and hot, and he cursed in a panic, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"My good Yulin, I miss you these days, and my liver hurts! You rub it for me!" Han Qing shamelessly took Murong Bai's hand. Han Qing's clothes today are right lapel, only in the A jade belt is tied around the waist, and it is extremely simple to put your hands under the clothes.

Murong Bai passed through the underwear and touched a piece of slippery and hot skin, but Han Qing let out a moan for no apparent reason, and the expression on Murong Baijun's face was simply brilliant.

"What the hell is your name..." Murong Bai withdrew his hand in a bad mood, and the clothes on Han Qing's chest spread out even more, revealing a piece of smooth and fair skin.

"It's so comfortable..." Han Qing snorted, Murong Baijun's face was bleeding from embarrassment, he sat up and said angrily, "Shut up, I'll take you back."

"Well, if I don't go back, I will sleep with you." Han Qing refused with his hands hanging on Murong Bai's back, close to Murong Bai's neck.

"You let go." As soon as Murong Bai turned his head, his mouth brushed against Han Qing's flushed face, seeing him dawdling drunkenly, he was shy and shy, annoyed and angry.

"I don't~" Han Qing was like an octopus, sticking to Murong Bai's body hotly, roasting him until he became dizzy.

Murong Bai yelled angrily, turned the provocative Han Qing on the bed, wrapped him in the quilt, threw him to the corner of the bed and said angrily: "I told you not to mess with me, don't you understand human language?"

Han Qing moved slowly like a bound demon snake, pitifully licking his fingers on the bed, trying to make Murong Bai let him go.

"You forced me." The emotion in Murong Bai's eyes flickered, he slapped the wind with his palm, the bed curtain fluttered to the ground, and the blurred light and shadow in the bed intertwined, like the floating light on the surface of the water, but Xi Tan couldn't make out anything...

Han Qing wanted to urinate in the middle of the night, vaguely felt a smooth chest, and murmured sleepily: "Bai Bian, I want to pee, you go and bring the chamber pot."

Soon someone held him in his arms, peed for him, cleaned him up, and carried him back to the bed.

Han Qing retracted into his arms, lingering in the warmth, not wanting to get up, but unexpectedly, Bai Bian turned him over, shackled his wrists, and squeezed into his body to do things without saying a word, the method was not gentle .

Han Qing felt a little uncomfortable, drowsy and sleepy, and stopped him weakly and angrily: "Take it easy."

The man intensified his reckless behavior.

Han Qing finally became annoyed, pushed him away angrily and said, "Bai Bian, are you sick?"

"Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am."

The lights in the room gradually came on, and Han Qing could clearly see that the man with black hair and cold eyes was his good friend Murong Bai.

"Yu Lin!" Han Qing couldn't believe it, she yelled in fright, and immediately woke up. His hands and feet were tightly bound with a belt.

"It's time to eat." Murong Bai put down the tray with one hand and opened the gauze curtain.

Today, Murong Bai's jet-black hair is loose with clean moisture, his sword-browed and star-eyed expression is gentle, and he is about to throw off the quilt.

Han Qing had an unsightly dream, the Lord was still facing him, she wanted to cry for a while, she blushed and shouted in the quilt, "Wait, don't come here, why am I here with you?"

Murong Bai looked at his handsome and blushing face, raised his brows meaningfully, pulled Han Qing over and untied the belt in his hand.

When the two of them got very close, Murong Bai slowly counted all the ugly things Han Qing did last night:

"Hwarang, last night he was drunk and came to kiss me, yelling to sleep with me, and he was trying to misbehave with me in the middle of the night, if I hadn't held your hand, I don't know what you did, can Hwarang explain? "

Han Qingjun's face turned white and red, and he was extremely embarrassed. He felt that his fame had been ruined and he just wanted to roar.

"Do you really want to take me in as your male favourite?" Murong Bai asked Han Qing with a strange look, remembering all that happened last night.

Han Qing: "..."

Han Qing didn't expect that Murong Bai's last sentence was even more shocking, "If you want to accept me as your male favourite, it's not necessarily impossible, but..." Murong Bai deliberately stopped when he said the last two words, his starry eyes burning stared at him.

Hearing this, Han Qing felt a "boom" and a thunderbolt struck, and her mind kept circling: Accepting me as a male favourite, it may not be impossible, it may not be impossible, it may not be impossible...

I treat you as a friend, but you want to treat me as a boyfriend.