White Moonlight's Substitute Road

An Chi blew the wind on the tall building in the backyard of An Mansion, and when he returned to the Prince Regent's Mansion, he had a fever.

The regent sent people to the palace to invite all the imperial doctors.

But more people does not necessarily mean more power.

All the imperial physicians took turns to look at An Chi's situation, and gathered together to discuss for a long time. In the end, they only prescribed a cautious and extremely common prescription for dispelling cold.

Tang Ling couldn't help but put all this group of trash in prison and beat them to death.

The dark face of the regent made the imperial physicians have a deep desire to survive.

One of the clever ones hurriedly stood up and shifted the target.

"Report to the lord, I have something to say."

Tang Ling gave him a sideways look coldly, and his meaning was very clear: it's nothing more than what you say can help An Chi's health. If what you say is useless, then you'd better weigh whether your neck is strong enough.

The imperial doctor swallowed with a neck that was not strong enough, and said cautiously: "I remember that I saw Mrs. An's illness once. Although Mrs. An's body was weak at that time, it was not so weak. The minister heard that Mr. An suffered from a serious illness in the winter of the previous year. Since then, his physical condition has deteriorated and he is extremely weak. Everything has a cause and effect. I dare to ask the prince to search for the record file of Mr. An's illness that year. Maybe it will be okay. It is not certain to find a way to restore Mr. An to his original state."

"What did you say?" The regent looked as if he didn't understand what the imperial physician said, and his gloomy face was a little dazed.

Ever since King Huai made great contributions in rescuing him from Xiling, was recalled by the old emperor with amnesty, and now he has been in power all the way to become the king regent, this prince is no longer the honest and easy to bully prince.

He is moody and sometimes murderous.

It's like treating Mr. An, who had heard that he was put in a prison and would be questioned at any time.

Why did you suddenly take care of his body again at this moment?

The imperial doctor couldn't figure out what the regent was thinking, but his legs couldn't help trembling: "Chen, Chen, Chen said, An, Mr. An, he had a serious illness..."

"When?" The regent pinched the imperial doctor's shoulder, his fingers were so strong that he almost pinched a few holes in that shoulder, and his tone was chilling.

The imperial physician was about to pee in fear, tremblingly said: "The winter of last, last year..."

The regent let go of his hand suddenly, stood up after being dazed for a moment, and walked to the inner room behind the hall.

The imperial doctor felt that he had narrowly escaped death, and his whole body was limp on the ground.

"Are you stupid?" A colleague next to him scolded him: "Didn't the winter of last year be the time when King Huai committed a crime and was demoted to guard Xiling by the late emperor? It's not good for you to talk nonsense, but you just mentioned this. If you live impatiently Just find death yourself, don't implicate us."

The imperial doctor suddenly realized, and also twitched his mouth regretfully.

The winter of the previous year was extremely cold.

But Tang Ling was very happy, because his performance in the army was getting better and better, so good that the old emperor who was far away in the palace looked at him with admiration.

But what he cares about is not the little bit of cheap appreciation from the old emperor.

What made him happy was that the distance with An Jin was getting closer.

Although Commander Anda always had a fierce look, he rarely went to the backyard to play the piano at night.

But Tang Ling remembered every musical note of the piano sound, as well as the figure wearing a cloak stepping on the moon and the last look back.

Moreover, he also found that An Jin liked that cloak very much, and would often wear it on her body.

Every time Tang Ling saw An Jin's cloak, the corners of his lips would unconsciously curl up.

The only fly in the ointment is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince always has trouble with him.

This prince is the grandson of the old emperor, that is, the son of the previous prince, and the elder brother of Tang Ke, the king of Pingjing.

The old emperor's favorite son was the late crown prince, and his favorite grandson was naturally his son's son.So after the death of his son, he made his grandson the crown prince.

This was also understandable in the first place.

It's just that the prince's behavior is really bad, arrogant and domineering, surly and difficult to get along with.

He even treated his own younger brother Tang Ke very meanly and viciously. The frightened fool Tang Ke ran away when he saw the prince running away from a distance, never daring to confront him face to face.

Such a bad prince is only good to two people.

One is the grandfather of the old emperor, and the other is An Jin.

The An family used to be a firm party of the prince. After the death of the first prince, they naturally placed their loyalty on the little prince.

Especially An Jin.

It is said that she was allowed to enter the Imperial Academy to study and practice martial arts by En Zhun, and she was regarded as the prince's companion.

The relationship between the two was once good.

It's just that the crown prince already had a crown princess, and An Jin didn't look like a woman who could commit herself to being a concubine.Therefore, on the surface, the prince and the commander of An Da are just friends between the monarch and his ministers.

The prince often went to the army or An's house to discuss and play with Commander An.

At first he didn't pay much attention when he saw Tang Ling, but then he became more and more annoying.

The bad prince's methods of dealing with people he doesn't like have always been rough and simple.

He found an excuse to invite Tang Ling into the palace, then poured medicine into the tea, and threw him into the old emperor's concubine's room.

Tang Ling still couldn't remember the situation at that time clearly, except for the endless excitement and hotness that could not be said.

When did someone come to him, how did he overwhelm them, tear them apart and violate them...

Upside down Luan Luan Fengfeng, desire / the waves of the sea are endless, endless...

Until he loses consciousness and sees darkness in front of his eyes. In his vague impression, the body of the person in his arms is soft and hot...

The Prince Regent didn't go to court early, or even enter the palace, and stayed in the Palace of the Regent every day.

Those civil and military officials who had just been promoted by him were so anxious that they had no choice but to go to the regent's palace with important memorials.

At the beginning, the regent didn't see the door behind closed doors, but later Mrs. An sent a message and asked Mr. Chang to recruit people to discuss matters.

"How can the prince be so willful and reckless?" Master An held the medicinal porridge in his hand and drank it slowly. This time, the medicinal porridge had some condiments added. It was moderately salty and rich in aroma, and it was especially delicious.

After savoring the taste very much, Mr. An went on to say: "In his position, you should manage your own affairs. You dominate the position of regent and hold the greatest power in the world. Naturally, you have to bear corresponding responsibilities."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to drink the porridge again, but was scalded.

The porridge on the upper layer is warm, while the porridge on the lower layer is still hot.

Tang Ling, who had been sitting next to him and staring at him, reached out to take back the porridge bowl, stirred it with a spoon to cool it down, and then leaned in to feed it to An Chi's mouth.

An Chi looked up at Tang Ling, his eyes were like the peaceful and distant night sky, filled with thousands of stars.

He slowly opened his mouth and ate the porridge, not forgetting to slowly lick his lips that were stained with porridge juice.

Tang Ling took back the spoon, and at the same time lowered his eyelids to hide the panic in his eyes.

"My lord," Lord An chuckled, with a sly smile, "Did you find that I'm better than An Jin?"

Tang Ling's eyes sparkled even more, like a child who had made a big mistake.

"I...I..." His tone was timid, and he didn't know how to speak at all.

An Chi stared at him patiently, waiting for him, but unfortunately he couldn't wait for anything.

In desperation, he had to give up and reach for his porridge.

It had been a long time since he had eaten such delicious porridge, and he was a little anxious to satisfy his hunger.

Unexpectedly, Tang Ling didn't let go after holding it for a while.

"My lord?" An Chi looked at him. Could it be that he wants to grab food from him this time?

Tang Ling held the spoon and bowl stubbornly, but said cautiously, "I'll feed you."

If someone is willing to bow down to serve you, Lord An accepts it frankly.

One person fed the other and ate it slowly, and kept eating all the super delicious herbal porridge. The regent went to put away the bowl, brought tea for rinsing mouth, twisted a hot towel, and helped security Chi wiped his hands and face, and helped him pull the quilt to tuck in the corners of the quilt.

An Chi cooperated obediently all the way, waiting for the prince to finish his work and leave so that he could have a good sleep.

Unexpectedly, Tang Ling, who was supposed to go to the front hall to receive the minister, sat back down again.

"My lord..." An Chi tried to remind again.

Tang Ling was the first to say, "It's okay to let them wait, I'll go as soon as you sleep."

Master An: "..."

Well, Mr. An closed his eyes obediently.

It's almost summer, the weather is neither hot nor cold, and the soft bedding is very comfortable.

So Master An will soon fall into a dream.

Suddenly, the Prince Regent said softly in a hoarse voice, "I didn't know it was you."

Master An's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"It was you who played with me, and it was you who helped me suppress the cursed birthmark..."

Master An didn't even move his eyelashes, and simply turned his body aside, facing the bed.

The regent was terrified, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Mrs. An's thin shoulder, but he didn't dare, so he could only withdraw it little by little.

After being silent for a long time, he still couldn't help it, and asked again: "At that time, in Zhilan Palace... that person was also you, right?"

An Chi opened his eyes suddenly, stared blankly at the gauze curtain beside the bed, and finally turned his head slowly, facing Tang Ling's fiery eyes that seemed to be on fire.

"It's time for the prince to discuss matters." An Chi reminded him gently.

The regent remained silent, his eyes fixed on Mr. An with stubbornness and endless depth, as if he wanted to keep looking into the depths of his heart.

Mr. An didn't have the pleasure of looking at him affectionately.He yawned a lot and squeezed out half a drop of tears.

"I'm really sleepy and tired, and I want to sleep. If the prince insists on talking with me, why don't you give me some cold power."

While speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, exposed his snow-white arms, and handed them to the Regent.

The regent seemed to be stimulated by that piece of skin, and he became dumbfounded, staring at An Chi at a loss.

Seeing the regent's appearance, An Chi blinked innocently, and took the regent's big hand with his bare arm.

"Or, the prince doesn't like the method of sucking blood? Let's... try something else?"

other?what else?

Tang Ling's mind became confused, and only his subconscious mind helped him find the answer.

Images with blurred memory came overwhelmingly, naked/naked, entangled, constantly attacking and enduring...

That body is soft and hot, but that person's voice is weak and powerless, soft and soft, making people want to ask for more.

The man's face suddenly became clear, and even the man's feeble begging sounded like thunder in the regent's ears.

"Tang Ling..."

"don't want……"

The regent suddenly stood up from the side of the bed, his face was as red as boiled.

He didn't even dare to look into An Chi's eyes anymore, he lowered his head and hurriedly said "Sleep, I'll see you later", and then fled as quickly as the old king next door who was caught in the bed.

It made Master An lie there laughing low.

But after he laughed, a trace of coldness slowly appeared in his usually calm eyes.