White Moonlight's Substitute Road

A rare sunny day with no clouds in the sky.

Under a magnolia tree in the Prince Regent's mansion, Mrs. An, wearing a plain gown, was sitting crookedly on a recliner, with her slender hands resting on the neck of a black cat lying on her chest.

One person and one cat basked in the sun with their eyes closed, and the surroundings were quiet, with only traces of the breeze carefully blowing by.

Suddenly, one lazy person and one cat opened their eyes at the same time.

First, the big cat stepped on An Chi's chest and stood up, its eyes as big as copper bells.

Then Master An sat up straight with his arms around the big cat, and sniffed his nose vigorously.

"It smells so good~"

He admired: "It's like the taste of braised plum blossom meat in soy sauce..."

The big cat remained calm, but quickly licked its long tongue around its mouth and retracted it without a trace.

"Go and have a look!" Master An suggested.

The big cat seemed to have no objection, turned its head and licked Master An's chin, and then jumped down lightly.

One person and one cat followed the tempting aroma to find it.

Not far from the door of the small kitchen, I saw the kitchen handymen walking towards the dining hall in twos and threes with steaming delicious food in their hands.

When they saw An Chi, they deliberately stopped to say hello, so the plump plum meat exuding a strong aroma was not far from An Chi's eyes, which really tested his concentration.

When he stabilized his calm face and took the big cat to the dining hall, he realized that there was more than one meat dish, plum blossom meat, on the dining table.

Seven or eight dishes are all greasy dishes with good color, flavor and taste.

Coincidentally, these are Mr. An's old favorites.

The Regent, Tang Ling, had a cold expression on his face, and sat upright on the main seat.

There are two bowls and chopsticks on the table.

One set was in front of Tang Ling, and the other set had a bowl of porridge beside it. It was colorful, and I don't know what ingredients were in it.

"Sit down and eat." Tang Ling said without warmth.

Master An came over obediently, sat on the round stool, looked at the porridge in front of him and laughed.

"My lord is so petty, but after getting angry with you, did you come up with such a way to take revenge on me?"

Tang Ling ignored him, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and picked up a large piece of plum blossom meat and ate it into his mouth.

An Chi and Big Mao, who jumped to the corner of the table without a sound, stared eagerly at the delicious dishes on Tang Ling's table, and both unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The big cat let out a low "meow" even more aggrieved.

It's a pity that his master's heart is made of stone, and he has no mercy at all.

He stretched out his chopsticks again, and picked the best part of every dish on the table and put it into his mouth. Although the manner of eating was refined, he deliberately showed the comfort and enjoyment with relish, so that the people next to him could see I just want to hit someone.

The big cat, Si Que, kept circling its tongue in and out of the corner of its mouth, and scratched at the corner of the table with its two front paws. Finally, it couldn't bear it anymore, and turned into flying smoke and returned to Tang Ling's shoulder.

An Chi was the only one left to watch Tang Ling enjoy the food alone.

He sighed helplessly, and picked up the bowl of clear porridge that looked bland and tasteless.

He has been very weak since he was a child, and his diet has always been light.

However, he was very greedy, if he went around the cook and said a few flattering words in a subtle way, he would be able to eat his favorite food once in a while.

For example, the plum meat in front of you.

Although he could only eat a piece the size of a tofu cube each time, it was enough for him to savor it for a long time.

But since he had a serious illness the year before last, his body has become so weak that he can't even touch any greasy and meaty things. If he greedily eats a piece, he will vomit and diarrhea in a short time until he loses half his life.

Even so, it does not mean that he is no longer hungry.On the contrary, he was so greedy that he wanted to sit on such a table full of delicacies and eat and drink wantonly in his dreams.

Now the dream has come true, the dishes on the big table in front of him are all prepared according to his wishes.

But, did he risk his life to eat it?

An Chi took two mouthfuls of porridge slowly, then casually picked up the bamboo chopsticks and stretched them towards the plate of plum blossom meat in front of him.

When the meat was not caught, it was stopped by another pair of chopsticks stretched out.

An Chi turned his head to look, and Tang Ling was staring at him with cold eyes.

"What is the regent doing?" An Chi asked softly, with an innocent look on his face.

"You said you didn't want to die!" Tang Ling explained.

Mr. An's eyes became more pure, and he explained solemnly: "Just try it, you won't die so easily. And last night, the king regent treated me like that, and the cold devil's energy passed through my body. Now I can I can walk and jump, and I'm not as weak as before, I don't know how healthy it is."

Tang Ling was stared at by his shimmering eyes, his heart was pounding, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand that was pressing on the opponent's bamboo chopsticks.

On An Chi's snow-white neck, which was half covered by his snow-white inner garment, there were two sharp tooth marks, and there was a faint black air flickering on the dark red blood.

Tang Ling's eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "I just... sucked your blood, and I didn't treat you like that."

"Oh?"

An Chi became interested, and leaned closer to Tang Ling, and said, "I'm talking about blood sucking, could it be that... the regent's thinking is different from what I think? What about the regent's 'that'?" , do you mean 'which'?"

Tang Ling knew that although An Chi looked like a sick child who would collapse in the wind, he had a delicate heart inside, especially his eloquence, which made people hard to guard against.

Just like now, when he teased him with words, he should have been so angry that he would have dragged him down and thrown him into a dungeon.

But there was a scene that made his blood boil uncontrollably flashed in his mind.

Tang Ling quickly lowered his eyes to cover up his panic, raised his hand to touch a cup of cold tea on the table, took it up and poured it into his mouth.

"Puff... Cough cough, cough cough cough..."

A sip of tea went astray, causing the regent to cough.

An Chi looked at Tang Ling's embarrassment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyelids drooped, but there was no trace of coldness in his eyes.

"So, I told A Ke yesterday that the regent is not willing to let me die, it is true!"

He continued to speak calmly and slowly, restraining his teasing words.

"Even if it wasn't for my face that looks exactly like An Jin, and the irrepressible power of cold demon in the regent's body, in this world, I would be the only descendant of the An family with the blood of the red dragon on my body." People can be suppressed. If I die, the prince will become a parasitic body of the devil sooner or later. The prince is a smart person, so how could he really be willing to let me die, right?"

Tang Ling gradually calmed down, but he didn't listen to An Chi's words.

An Chi didn't care whether he reacted or not, and continued: "I did deliberately provoke you yesterday, in order to let you see clearly your situation and the value of my existence. Then, I will remind you not to make such troubles and troubles." It’s a trick to go, if one accidentally tosses me to death, it will be terrible.”

Tang Ling subconsciously looked up at An Chi, then turned away.

In fact, he didn't intend to kill An Chi.

The dungeon was cold and damp, and Anchi was frail, so it was really not appropriate to throw him there.

But their An family has the body protected by the blood of the red dragon, so death is not so easy to die.

The problem was indeed that he didn't want to see that face.

But yesterday An Chi deliberately brought up An Jin's death to anger him, causing him to lose control of the cold power in his body.

Before he fell completely, he felt the smell of dragon's blood on An Chi's body, which was extremely fragrant and sweet.Attracted him to go to smoke.

So, after he suppressed the magic power again, after he woke up, he could no longer pretend to be cold and indifferent, and threw An Chi into the dungeon again.

After all, throwing things away after use up, even though Tang Ling was blackened from inside to outside, he still couldn't do it.

Especially that person is An Chi.

The delicate young master of the An family had the marks of his own bites on his neck, which made him feel a little guilty for no reason.

But the awkward prince felt that he couldn't swallow his breath.

So, he came up with such a trivial way to punish An Chi for deliberately provoking him yesterday.

At least he thought it was a provocation.

Now, An Chi clearly stated the fact that he couldn't do without the An family, which made him even more inexplicably angry.

So, the regent straightened his body, picked up a large piece of plum meat with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with great relish.

Such a childish behavior just hit the Achilles heel of Young Master An.

Watching the most beloved delicacies, but can see, smell, or eat.

This is the saddest thing in the world.

However, An Chi was able to maintain a peaceful face. He smiled calmly, showing such naive helplessness and tolerance towards the regent.

While smiling, he picked up his bowl of bland porridge, took a sip, and then put it down.

At the moment of putting it down, at the same time, he picked up the bamboo chopsticks that had just been snapped off by the regent without a trace, and generously moved towards the plate of plum blossom meat.

"Snapped!"

This time the regent's action was quite rough, and the chopsticks were drawn on the back of Young Master An's snow-white hand.

An Chi's eyelashes flickered a few times, then he retracted his hand to his chest and gently held it, lowering his head, looking innocent and wronged.

Tang Ling froze for a moment, seeing An Chi's appearance, wondering if he wanted to cry.

Just as she was worried, she suddenly saw An Chi leaning over.

There is no warning, the target is accurate, and the action is fast.

Sneaking towards the plum meat in his mouth...

An Chi hooked Tang Ling's lips with the tip of his tongue. He only tasted a little bit of sauce flavor of plum blossom meat, but he sighed excitedly and satisfied as if he had tasted something extraordinary.

Tang Ling was stunned, and it took him a long time to react. He stood up abruptly, with a bit of vigor flying all over his body.

Compared to yesterday, the dark power of the cold demon did not leak out.

An Chi looked up at him, still with an innocent look on his face, and his tone was very gentle: "You and I have had a physical relationship for a long time. I didn't care at that time, but are you so angry now?"

Tang Ling: "..."

When he went to An's house before, he was always teased by the young master of An's family, and he was always helpless.

I don't know why, Young Master An is as gentle and gentle as a spring breeze to others, but he likes to tease himself in different ways.

Now that the world has changed, the relationship between the two is no longer as pure and beautiful as it was back then.

However, Young Master An's eccentricity seems to have not changed, and even worsened.

The two were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard a report from someone outside the door: "My lord, His Highness Prince Yi is here to visit."

Tang Ling was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. Upon hearing this, he immediately said angrily, "No! You tell him that my palace is used to being neglected, and I don't need anyone to add credit to me. From now on, I will discuss things with the court, and no outsiders will be seen."

The servant responded and hurried away.

After returning to Yi Wang Tang Qian, when he turned around and entered the mansion, he met Chang Gui, the chief manager of the mansion, and said a few words.

"Master An, does he always live in our palace? It's really unusual. The prince doesn't even allow King Yi to come in anymore! King Yi has always been against Lord An, right?"

The housekeeper Chang Gui followed Tang Ling in his early years and knew many old things, so he said, "Our lord, we have indeed been down and out for many years. At that time, let alone Prince Yi, even the little eunuchs in the palace would throw him away when they saw the lord." Some face. These years, only the sisters and brothers of the An family have treated our lord honestly. Miss An died in front of the Xiling Wanmo Ancient Grotto. Only Mr. An is left."

The servant didn't quite understand: "Then the prince had to put Mr. An in the dungeon before..."

Manager Chang sighed and said, "You don't understand how the prince is. He has suffered a lot since he was a child, and his personality is very stubborn. Otherwise, he wouldn't..."

The servant asked: "Is the manager saying that the prince was punished to guard Xiling? Thinking about it, that is not a bad thing. Wasn't the prince appreciated by the late emperor and returned to the capital because of his meritorious service in saving Xiling? "

The butler shook his head: "It looks like this to outsiders, but what kind of suffering did the prince suffer in Xiling? What crimes did he suffer? What happened to him? Who knows?"

The two were talking about old things outside, but An Chi in the room covered his mouth and chuckled, and coughed again with a smile.

After coughing for a while, he didn't look as energetic as before.

Obviously, when Tang Ling sucked his blood yesterday and entered his body, the power of the cold demon that excited his body was exhausted.

Tang Ling yelled at the servants, but the anger aroused by An Chi calmed down a bit.

Hearing his dull and weak coughing at this time, he couldn't help turning his head to look over.

The first thing he saw was the red mark made by the chopsticks on the back of An Chi's hand.

Tang Ling was slightly taken aback, he really didn't feel too much force.

Alas... An Chi is still too delicate to be touched.

Throw it in the dungeon, out of sight and out of mind.

At this time, the person is in front of his eyes, tortured by himself so weak, sleeping in the firewood room, bitten and injured...

Tang Ling thought that his heart, which had been turned into a rock for a long time, would no longer be weak, but he didn't expect that it would melt a little with An Chi.

What's wrong with him?

Although I used to tease myself occasionally with a smile, or pretend to be dizzy to make him recite, or seriously invite him to drink, in fact, the flagon is filled with bitter medicine that he can't drink...

He would also find outlandish excuses to trick him into not being able to catch up with the army, and then find a way to remedy it for him, hiding the truth from the army superiors.The purpose was just to let him stay with him for fishing or playing chess, and once he went to the mountains to enjoy the wild grass and wild flowers...

But if you ignore these insignificant things, An Chi is a very good person to him.

Many people have bullied Tang Ling and betrayed Tang Ling.

But this did not include An Chi.

Tang Ling was thinking about these old things preoccupied, but An Chi calmed down his cough, smiled again and said, "His Royal Highness Yi came to see me to make a joke, but I didn't expect to get a bad nose."

While talking and laughing, he supported the table and stood up.

"I'm tired... I want to go back and rest. Thank you, my lord, for the herbal porridge, and... this big table can see and smell delicious food. Let me take my leave!"

After finishing speaking, An Chi walked towards the door of the room. Compared with when he came, his state fell back quickly.After taking a few steps, it was a little wobbly, as if it was about to fall down at any time.

At this moment, there was a soft sound behind him, and the regent came over in three steps and two steps, with long arms all over his body, and lightly picked up the person, just like Si Que's posture, and walked out with one step.

However, Si Que would look down at An Chi's cheeks and eyes.

But Tang Ling wouldn't.

He looked indifferently, looking straight ahead, as if he was holding a salted fish in his arms.

An Chi raised his arm lightly, stretched out a finger and poked Tang Ling's chin quietly, and asked softly, "Why don't you look at me?"

no answer.

An Chi didn't give up, and said: "You can take a closer look, in fact, I am not the same as An Jin at all."

Tang Ling stopped suddenly.

After a while, he finally lowered his head.

His eyes turned from An Chi's eyes to his forehead and temples, then down to his nose and mouth, and finally returned to those clear eyes like a sparse star and a bright moon.

"Ah."

He admits.

"You are different."

Maybe it was his illusion, the moment he said this, he seemed to see tears welling up in An Chi's eyes.

But he didn't look carefully, because those eyes closed quickly, covering up all the emotions that couldn't help but want to escape.

An Chi didn't speak any more, he just tilted his head and leaned gently on Tang Ling's generous chest, as if he had fallen asleep.

The author has something to say:

An Chi: "We've already had a skin-to-skin relationship. You scumbag!"

Scumbag Tang Ling: "...?!!"