Master Shizun wants to force marriage?

Yan Tong hesitated, he knew what Yan Yu said was the truth.

Wherever he went, the people of the Blue Vault would find him.But Yanyu is different, he is the current prince, and most of the affairs of the court are beyond the hands of Qingqiong.

To keep Ji Heng, he can only go with Yan Yu if he can't confront Qing Qiong Ding head-on.

When Yan Tong returned to his and Ji Heng's residence, Ji Heng had been back for a while.Yan Tong entered the room and saw that the food was already set on the table. Ji Heng was sitting by the window reading a book. Seeing him coming in, he smiled slightly: "Are you back?"

Yan Tong stood on the spot and took a deep breath before walking over, looked down at Ji Heng, then leaned over and kissed him on the forehead: "Master, I miss you so much."

Ji Heng curled the corners of his mouth, his earlobe was stained with a thin layer of red, he put down the book and said softly, "It's only been a day since I've seen you."

Yan Tong ignored him, leaned down, and whispered something in Ji Heng's ear.

Immediately, Ji Heng's neck was completely red, and he hesitated a bit when he spoke: "...Dinner...haven't eaten yet..."

Yan Tong smiled muffled, picked Ji Heng up and walked towards the back room.

I don't know who kissed who first, but when I realized it, the two of them had already rolled onto the bed hugging each other.

In the past, Yan Tong was very restrained. He had too many worries in his heart, and he couldn't pass the test in his heart.

But today he was obviously emotional, and Ji Heng's eyes were full of spring, but he didn't let go of Ji Heng, but slowly untied Ji Heng's lapel.

Ji Heng was obviously pleasantly surprised, he was trembling all over, and took off/all the clothes on his body in coordination with Yan Tong's movements.

Yan Tong looked into his eyes, smiled slightly, and leaned over to kiss him without stopping his hands.

After picking up Ji Heng's, Yan Tong took off his own in twos and twos. Both he and Ji Heng's breathing was rapid, and the scorching/hot breath sprinkled on each other's naked/naked bodies.

Yan Tong pressed him down on the couch while kissing him, and kissed him all the way down from the chin. When Ji Heng realized what he wanted to do, Yan Tong had already slowly sucked him in.

Ji Heng was startled, and suddenly became half awake, reaching out to pull Yan Tong up: "Don't...dirty..."

Yan Tongkong grabbed his fidgeting hands and interlocked his fingers.

Ji Heng had never been so stimulated before, and soon he couldn't speak. He held Yan Tong's hand tightly, lay back, bit his lower lip and sobbed thinly.

Yan Tong had never done such a thing before, all relying on the hot love and affection in his chest to serve him carefully, he didn't hit Ji Heng.

Ji Heng held Yan Tong's hand tightly and suddenly exerted force, the corners of Yan Tong's mouth were half-curved, and he kissed Ji Heng again with a full/mouthful/white/turbid mouth: "It's not dirty, it's sweet."

Ji Heng was completely in the dark, and was led by Yan Tong to kiss him. The things in Yan Tong's mouth flowed between the two of them, and it was unknown who swallowed more.

When Ji Heng slowly recovered from the aftertaste, Yan Tong was helping him dress one by one.

Yan Tong didn't wear his underwear, and put his coat directly on his body. Ji Heng looked at him in a daze, his eyes slid down uncontrollably, and then his face turned red again, preventing Yan Tong from dressing him He moved, and murmured: "You, you haven't..."

Yan Tong naturally understood what he was referring to, but he put the clothes back on for him one by one, and then he lay on his shoulder and asked in a hoarse voice, "Master, can you help me?"

Ji Heng's whole body seemed to be steamed, his neck and face were all red, even worse than when Yan Tong served him just now.

He nodded very lightly.

Yan Tong smiled muffledly, and then embraced Ji Heng again, kissed him while taking his hand, and drew him under him.

……

……

When Ji Heng came out, his legs were weak, and he lowered his head and dared not look at Yan Tong.

Yan Tong simply grabbed his waist and came out with him, reheated dinner, and the two of them sat together to eat.

Ji Heng was a little absent-minded, a grain of rice was stuck on his chopsticks, he lowered his head again, and rubbed it on the tip of his nose.His every move is naturally in Yan Tong's peripheral vision.

Yan Tong looked at him slightly sideways, and found that Ji Heng's earlobes were still red.

He tried his best to press the corner of his mouth that was constantly rising, and quietly pressed it, and then quickly stretched out his tongue to roll away the grain of rice on the tip of Ji Heng's nose.

Ji Heng: ...

Ji Heng's hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air, and the thin red that hadn't faded from the earlobe spread to the whole neck again.

He reprimanded Yan Tong in a low voice: "Don't make trouble, eat well." But it didn't sound convincing.

Yan Tong nodded obediently, and let out a muffled "hmm" while holding back his laughter.

Ji Heng pretended not to be able to hear the joy and sweetness in Yan Tong's voice, and lowered his head and eyes to watch the grilled rice.

After dinner, Yan Tong cleaned up the dishes, and the two of them sat in the yard and chatted.

The night in the border town of Beimo was still relatively cold. Yan Tong brought out a big cloak for each of them, walked behind Ji Heng and put it on him, and then returned to his place to put on his own.

When he looked up, he found that Ji Heng had been looking at him, his eyes were cold, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Tong was stunned for a moment.

He recalled in a trance that the previous Ji Heng was not like this.

Young Master Ji is expressionless, looking a little dazed.

Hengjun Xianzun has phoenix eyes and is lonely and arrogant. It always makes people feel that he is not easy to get close to.

But now Ji Heng is agile.He can laugh, ask questions, blush and shy, and show his unhappiness.

But since when did it change?Yan Tong lowered his eyes to find some clues, but unfortunately found nothing.

He has been looking at this person all the time.

From being young to the beginning of pines and cypresses, it will take longer in the future.

In his eyes, Ji Heng has been changing, but has not changed.

"Tongtong, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful..." Ji Heng looked at Yan Tong, and suddenly said softly.

Yan Tong blinked and looked at the sky. It was a first-quarter moon with a clear glow, which was very beautiful.

He replied, "Well, it's beautiful."

"Do you still remember the 'bag of moonlight' you caught me before?" Ji Heng looked at the sky and smiled softly: "You always said you liked me, but in fact, the moonlight you gave me that night was the one I saw. The most beautiful ever."

At that time, the month was the most beautiful month, and you were my best boy.

Yan Tong was in a daze, opened his mouth slightly but didn't know what to say.

For a moment, he really suspected that Ji Heng was not affected by his illusion at all.

I really doubt that Ji Heng knows everything.

It is even suspected that they really stayed together in the past.

But in the end, Yan Tong just tightened his clenched hands, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Master, it's cold outside, let's go back to the house."

Ji Heng looked at him in surprise, but said nothing, got up and went back to the room with Yan Tong.

After entering the room, Yan Tong poured Ji Heng a cup of hot tea and asked him to warm up first.

Ji Heng took it, and Yan Tong saw that his knuckles were a little red from the cold, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed. After he put down the teacup, he took him into the back room.

The two sat on the couch, and Yan Tong put Ji Heng's hand in his arms.

Ji Heng looked at his actions and said he was stupid.

He smiled and didn't refute.

Ji Heng suddenly leaned over and kissed him lightly on the brow, looked into his eyes, and said softly: "Tongtong, I want to draw a picture for you, can I?"

Yan Tong was a little surprised: "Now?"

Ji Heng nodded.

Yan Tong couldn't help feeling strange, isn't it better to paint during the day?Why paint at night? "But it's getting late."

Ji Heng didn't speak, looking a little lost.

Yan Tong: "...well, well, just paint now, master has the final say."

Ji Heng lowered his head, then raised it abruptly, with bright eyes: "You just sit here and don't move, I'll get the pen and ink."

Yan Tong hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Ji Heng quickly came in with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and sat down on the table to get ready. Yan Tong asked him what he needed to do.

"Anything is fine." Ji Heng smiled.

Yan Tong watched Ji Heng grind his pen, rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and confirmed with Ji Heng: "Is it really okay to do anything?"

Ji Heng nodded.

Yan Tong raised his eyebrows, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt under Ji Heng's gaze, revealing his muscular upper body. He sat sideways on the couch, with one leg bent, resting on his hand, and looked at Ji Heng with a smile like that : "Master, is this okay?"

Ji Heng: "..."

Ji Heng quickly lowered his head: "Yes."

Then I started scribbling pen and ink on the paper.

Yan Tong still refused to let Ji Heng go, he propped his chin and asked, "Master, you don't even look at me, how can you draw?"

Ji Heng lowered his head: "...just watched it."

Yan Tong couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth: "Did you really see clearly? Master, do you want to take another look?"

Ji Heng: "... I see clearly."

Ji Heng's neck was slightly pink all over his face, Yan Tong finally stopped teasing him, and just sat quietly watching Ji Heng.

Ji Heng would look up at him occasionally, but quickly lowered his head again.

But every time he looked up, Yan Tong would grin at him.

Unconsciously, Ji Heng also curled the corners of his mouth.

Yan Tong looked at Ji Heng, and felt that it was great to be like this now.

What you love is by your side, what you ask for has been obtained, everything is perfect, everything is gentle.

But looking at it, he lost his mind again.

I remembered that Ji Heng "robbed" him from Daozhen's hands and brought him back to Wuwen Hall in front of everyone during the new disciple competition.

Yan Tong also often wondered when he had to be this person, but he often couldn't find the answer.

Maybe it was the first time I saw him, I fell in love with that dazed young man.

Or maybe it was at the teacher apprentice meeting, Qing Leng Juechen looked at the disciples indifferently, and when faced with his question, he said coldly, "The aptitude is too poor".

Every time I think of it is different, but every time I think of the scene in the competition.

Because it started from that moment.

Only then did Yan Tong truly feel that he had a master.

He has nowhere to go, but he has a way back.

"The drawing is finished." After an unknown amount of time, Ji Heng suddenly got stuck in Yan Tongdao.

Yan Tong raised his eyebrows, pulled up his clothes a little, put them loosely on his shoulders, and went to look at the painting.

He just wanted to tease Ji Heng.

But when I saw my "extremely coquettish" appearance being seriously drawn on paper by Ji Heng, I felt extremely ashamed, if it wasn't for the fact that Ji Heng painted it himself.

He really wanted to "destroy the corpse and wipe out the trace" on the spot.

Really, what a shame.

The author has something to say: This chapter... has a little more information...

(Hiding in the corner and trembling)

ps: The things in the past tense will end soon, this memory killing is indeed long enough... The garbage author admits that this is a big problem in the narrative, please hit me lightly~ But can you not abandon me emmmmm, the real plot is very good to continue of (humble.jpg)