Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

After a night of chaotic dreams, Yan Yuanheng woke up on time.

He hardly ever drank alcohol, so he didn't know that he would be sore when drunk.

Yan Yuanheng turned over and sat up in a daze, but his goal was not the interior of the tent that he was familiar with.

The clothes hangers that he always demanded to be placed neatly fell down, and the clothes were scattered all over the floor. The white underwear and golden belts were tangled up in one place. under the window.

Yan Yuanheng supported his sore forehead, thinking, drinking is really a mistake.

He turned his body sideways, lifted the quilt to get up, and opened his mouth to call the guards to clean up: "Ren..."

Before he could speak, his mouth was covered.

Covering him was a bare and thin arm, on which were scar-like calluses left after being used to drawing bows and arrows.

"Hush." ​​Shi Tingyun hugged him from behind, "...I want to sleep for a while, can the Thirteenth Prince be allowed?"

Just yesterday, when he had no way to enter, these hands held his hands helplessly, guiding him to find the right place to enter.

"The Thirteenth Prince, this is here..."

A thunderbolt rolled across Yan Yuanheng's mind, making him stiff.

After this point, countless fragments of last night flooded into his mind.

They did the absurd thing last night more than once.

Neither of the two yelled out, and both suppressed their voices deep in their throats.

Yan Yuanheng vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said a lot of stupid things, called Shi Tingyun's name, and whispered some straightforward words that made people blush and heartbeat while sticking to his ear.

He used honorifics, called him General Shi, and softly asked him to arch his waist higher, as if he was just a soldier under him.

After eating the marrow and knowing the taste, the two rolled from the bed to under the bed, Yan Yuanheng carried Shi Tingyun to the window, pressed him against the window, and faced the bright moon outside the window.

Shi Tingyun's waist was so soft that he couldn't control it, and he slid and knelt down several times, but he was picked up by his waist and continued to go deep.

Later, they left a pair of shoes by the window.

Yan Yuanheng embraced him and returned to the bed.

About a quarter of an hour later, Shi Tingyun couldn't take it anymore and wanted to get off the bed, but just as he reached the curtain with his hands, he was grabbed by his ankle and dragged back, dragging the green curtain down, and the light gauze covered the curtain. The bodies of the two of them slid down to the ground following the ups and downs.

After thinking of everything, Yan Yuanheng's first reaction was to test Shi Tingyun's body temperature.

After messing around last night, the fever on Shi Tingyun's body actually subsided a lot, and it was just a low-grade fever to the touch.

After confirming that he was fine, Yan Yuanheng was concerned about his face being red.

He murmured: "...Suchang, I didn't intend to offend..."

Shi Tingyun rested on his arm, his voice hoarse: "Then, I report to the thirteenth prince, the minister intended to offend, please punish the thirteenth prince."

Yan Yuanheng: "...!!!"

Shi Tingyun looked at him closely, with a smile in his eyes, but his cheeks gradually turned red.

Yan Yuanheng stared blankly at his reddish lips, rolled his Adam's apple up and down cautiously, his eyes seemed to be watching a sweet dream.

He tentatively moved forward a little.

Shi Tingyun tilted his head to look at him.

Yan Yuanheng plucked up his courage, and was about to kiss him, but when Shi Tingyun hid back, he kissed nothing.

Yan Yuanheng's face turned red immediately, and he looked at Shi Tingyun in confusion and aggrieved.

Shi Tingyun smiled and took the initiative to kiss her.

When Yan Yuanheng's mind exploded, he thought, it's really soft.

The muscles and bones held in his arms are tough and strong like a man's, but his mouth is hot and soft.

He hugged Shi Tingyun, kissed and kissed fascinatedly with a blushing face, like a child eating candy, his lips had had enough, and then lightly touched his cheeks, lip beads, and nose tip.

very nice.

Shi Tingyun took the initiative to kiss the flower tint on his forehead that would not be removed in time, and stopped his childish behavior.

He frightened Yan Yuanheng: "Someone is here."

Yan Yuanheng covered his head with the quilt, and said in a small voice: "Don't be scary. Sleep for a while."

There was already the sound of walking outside the tent, and the two of them curled up in this small world, feeling a little nervous and unable to conceal the sweetness in their hearts.

Yan Yuanheng went down to the ground with his weak legs, put on some clothes briefly, opened the curtain, and saw the guarding Renqing not far from the tent as expected.

Yan Yuanheng is the prince, how dare these guards leave their posts without authorization?

Yan Yuanheng suppressed his embarrassment, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "Get some hot water."

Renqing didn't dare to raise her head: "Yes, Lord Thirteen."

The hot water was brought in by Yan Yuanheng himself, and he naturally refused to let others see Shi Tingyun's distressed appearance.

He grabbed the handle of the towel, wiped Shi Tingyun's fingers and arms, and lifted the quilt again. Seeing his thighs trembling slightly uncontrollably, he couldn't help blushing, and silently wiped off the dirt on them.

He was happy in his heart, but also somewhat unspeakably depressed.

He threw a few towels again, wiped Shi Tingyun's body clean, then sat down on his knees by the bed, and said seriously: "Suchang, I have something to tell you."

Shi Tingyun forced himself to sit up: "Well, I also have something to tell you."

The two were silent.

Yan Yuanheng: "You first?"

Shi Tingyun smiled: "How dare I preempt the Thirteenth Prince."

Yan Yuanheng sighed: "I thought a lot yesterday. Just now, I was thinking about it too. I think, I have to explain to you. After looking back at the city, I will beg my father for the position of the prince of the town, and come to the border Stand with you..."

Two 20-year-old young men, sitting and kneeling, discussed their relationship and the way forward very seriously.

Shi Tingyun patiently listened to Yan Yuanheng finish what was in his heart, and said: "Suchang also has a thought."

Yan Yuanheng: "Speak, I'll listen."

Shi Tingyun said: "The dignity of the throne is not an ordinary crown, allowing you to push back and forth with others. Yuan Zhao knew that he was not as good as you in talent and learning. He gave up for many years and abandoned himself for many years. You said begging for the position of prince. How can he be worthy of his years of hard work if he just walks away?"

These words happened to be on the depression in Yan Yuanheng's heart.

"The emperor has loved her for many years, and the concubine Yan has been looking forward to it for many years. How can you just throw it away?"

Concubine Yan was Yan Yuanheng's mother's position before she was demoted.

Shi Tingyun said slowly: "I agree with Yuan Zhao's principle of caring for pleasure in a timely manner, but you and I have such a temperament, after all, we are different from Yuan Zhao. You have Yan's family, I have a Beifu army, and we all have concerns, but caring is always difficult. throw."

"If the Yan family is handed over to others, it may have another glory; but I want to see what it will look like if it is in your hands."

Looking at Shi Tingyun, Yan Yuanheng suddenly felt that he seemed to have lived more than ten years longer than himself, and his words were sober, rational, old, and gentle.

"But you..." Yan Yuanheng couldn't hide his heartache when he heard his own voice, "What are you going to do? We... what should we do?"

"You and I are connected with each other. I have no regrets in this life." Shi Tingyun said with a smile on Yan Yan, "I... made a big mistake before, and I should atone for the sin of the innocent soul who died in vain. If I do it again Those who occupy the Yan family's dynasty are too greedy."

Yan Yuanheng guessed that the "big mistake" he said was mistrusting Chu Ziling.

He comforted, "It's not your fault..."

"It's my fault. I won't shirk." Shi Tingyun said, "My lifelong wish for Shi Tingyun is to die for the safety of our family and the safety of the people."

Yan Yuanheng didn't say another word, just looked at Shi Tingyun, he didn't know whether it was disappointment or sadness.

Shi Tingyun also knew that after this night of fun, it would be too embarrassing for him to say such words.

But some words must also be stated at this time.

There was a scar in his heart, a scar that had been cut open and then sewn up again. Perhaps it would be a dull pain all his life, preventing him from enjoying happiness in peace.

Shi Tingyun originally planned to keep silent for the rest of his life, so it's fine if he and Yan Yuanheng made a mistake like this.

And what Yan Yuanzhao said on the bank of the river finally gave him the determination to deal with it head-on.

Shi Tingyun solemnly said: "Shi Tingyun understands his own intentions, and he will never marry in his whole life. In the future, if you can become the emperor, the Sangong and Six Courts, the Queen of the main palace, you will be indispensable. I will not have any extra expectations, we will be like this..."

Yan Yuanheng interrupted him: "There won't be."

Yan Yuanheng always abided by etiquette and rarely interrupted other people's speech, it seemed that he was really in a hurry.

Shi Tingyun smiled helplessly, thinking, childish.

He said: "Okay, don't be angry with me. Is that what you say you won't marry if you don't marry? You can't explain it just about the heirs."

Yan Yuanheng said straightforwardly: "I just want to ask you, do you have me in your heart besides Yan's family and the people's peace?"

Shi Tingyun felt a little heartbroken when he asked this question.

He turned his head away without nodding or shaking his head.

Without saying a word, Yan Yuanheng turned over and got off the bed, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at Shi Tingyun who was leaning on the bed.

Shi Tingyun was a little surprised, and couldn't straighten up, so he could only look sideways at him.

Yan Yuanheng didn't know what to say to make Shi Tingyun believe his own words, so he tightly grasped the clothes on his chest, and said word by word: "...If you don't have me in your heart, you are Yan Yuanheng's No.1. "

"If you have me in your heart, you will be Yan Yuanheng's beloved forever."

Shi Tingyun's eyes were slightly hot: "...What is a person in the world?"

Yan Yuanheng said: "In the whole world, you only have me, and I only have you."

He wanted to shake Shi Tingyun's hand, but because of his shyness, he only dared to hold the quilt hanging by the side of the couch tightly: "...there will be a history book in the future, if you and I are lucky, we will be on it together. That will be you and me Marriage letter."

Shi Tingyun leaned over, grabbed the quilt tightly, laughed lightly, but tears fell down.

……

Ten years later.

In the 29th year of Jianping, the emperor felt that he was old and lacked energy, so he gave way to the crown prince and the thirteen sons, and retired to the position of the supreme emperor.

In the winter of the 29th year of Jianping, Yan Yuanheng, the thirteenth son of the emperor, ascended the throne and changed the name of the country to Yong'an.

According to folk rumors, Yan Yuanheng, the thirteenth son of the emperor, went to Zhennan Pass to guard the border for two years when he was young, made great achievements, and formed a marriage there. He married a woman as his wife, and when he was about to enter Wangcheng, the woman died of illness suddenly.Yan Yuanheng loved this girl very much, and he refused to marry another wife, and the women beside him were even more reluctant to look at her again. Only in the 24th year of Jianping, the third son of Yan Yuanzhao, the sixth son of the adoptive emperor, was raised by his side as his own son.

Since he ascended the throne, he only conferred a not-so-low position on the Enlightenment Maid that his father had bestowed upon him, and he no longer accepted concubines, leaving the post vacant. Remonstration, he just said indifferently, this is a matter of my family.

The two censors wanted to persuade them again, but Yan Yuanzhao couldn't listen anymore, he waved his fan and said with a smile: "Liu Yushi and Zhang Yushi are so urgent, do they want to enter the palace to serve the emperor in person? If the two adults have Thinking about it, this king can recommend two of you to enter the palace..."

Liu Yushi and Zhang Yushi even said they didn't dare, and went out of the hall wiping their sweat.

Yan Yuanzhao took this as a joke and wrote a letter to Shi Tingyun, who was guarding the border.

At that time, Shi Tingyun was already a famous general in the world.

Although the armistice agreement has been signed, the people in southern Xinjiang are still ready to move.

Two years ago, the border war broke out again. He fought with Timur's own army and almost killed Timur with an arrow.Since then, Nanjiang's arrogance has been greatly reduced, and it suffered two more tragic defeats before it hibernates like a quail.

Shi Tingyun opened Yan Yuanzhao's letter, looked at his nonsense, and laughed from beginning to end.

Li Yeshu polished the ink for him, and seeing him so happy, he smiled and said, "My lord, seeing you are so happy, I guess it's the letter from the sixth prince."

He has been washed out by the flames of war, and he has long since disappeared the shadow of the young boy who was crying and shouting to die and wanted to go to the side with him.

He had a good marriage with a woman from southern Xinjiang, and now the child has run away all over the camp, but when he arrives by Shi Tingyun's side, there is no shortage of nagging.

Shi Tingyun smiled: "General Li, I'm already thirty, so I'm still a son."

Li Yeshu naturally said: "My son was Ah Shu's son for a while, and I will be Ah Shu's son for the rest of my life."

Shi Tingyun stretched out his hand and patted his head, Li Yeshu laughed meekly, and continued to polish the ink, his brows and eyes were full of peace.

Shi Tingyun opened the next letter.

Only Shi Tingyun's name was written on the envelope, but he could recognize who the letter was from just looking at the handwriting.

He unfolded three pages of letter paper.

That person was really boring, and he talked concisely, talking about all kinds of things in life, and only wrote two pages.

Shi Tingyun muttered dissatisfiedly, and turned to the last page.

Just at this time, the wind blew up outside the tent, and the dark red military flag embroidered with the words "Beifu Army" was rolled up and fluttered, and the shadow of the flag meandered like a dragon's wings.

Li Yeshu used a paperweight to hold down the letter on the side, fearing that it would be blown away by the pouring wind.

Shi Tingyun raised his head, looked out of the tent, and smiled brightly.

He held a letter from the man in his hand.

On the last page, there are his restrained and forceful words: "...if there is a long wind blowing around the flag, then I am thinking of you."