I still remember the time he helped me to the edge of the bed, carried me like a frightened hedgehog and set me down on the bed, and took off my drunken clothes for me. His eyebrows and eyes are the gentleest, the most moist, and he looks at me the most serious. And my hands have been gently wrapping around his neck.

He seemed to wake me up several times, and when he got up to wipe my cheeks with a handkerchief, he told me not to move. I don't know if I showed a helpless smile in the end, so I had to reluctantly give up in response to my petty temperament.

The hibiscus tent is warm, and the spring night is drunk.

Long Yu suddenly slept soundly, and he was not willing to say goodbye to the soft bed until the third pole of the sun. When I opened my sleepy eyes, the boy next to the pillow was no longer there. Only then did she recall that in the early morning she was still lingering in a sweet dream, Yi Yan called her a few times and refused to wash her makeup, and the young man gave her a light kiss on the forehead before dressing and leaving.

Aya's words sat cross-legged and sat alone under a tartan made of antelope skin. With Fang Cai, he expelled the waiter who was going to help him change his dressing. Aya Yiyan held the gold sore medicine sent by Fang Caiqiao in his hand, saying that it was sent by the Queen Mother before the princess left the palace, in case of emergency.

He peeled off a thin layer of clothing, revealing white Katsuyuki's skin.

He has a woman-like face, a picturesque smile, and skin that can be the envy of women all over the world. He didn't look like a man from the Western Regions, how could he be born with such a bloodline. It is said that the Western Regions are fierce, mighty, and wild and do not know the rules. But he was born gentle, thoughtful, and seductive.

As the son of Aya, the leader of the Aya tribe in the Western Regions, Ayayi Yan not only holds the power of leading the troops of the tribe in the Western Regions, but has also become the center of gravity in the tribe. With its excellent ability to lead troops to kill the enemy, it has long been famous among the tribe for its reputation for defeating the strong with the weak and winning with courage and strategy. He is delicate and delicate on the outside, but delicate on the inside, and can quickly understand the minds and preferences of others with lightning speed, and can often grasp the key points and take down powerful enemies with a gentle sword without much effort, often to the admiration of the tribal leaders.

Although he grew up on horseback, he is also good at riding horses and can swing a sword to kill enemies, but his body is not as strong as other people in the Western Regions. On the contrary, as a strong opponent to qualify, it is only used when the weak defeat the strong and the wisdom to win, Aya Yiyan's body is not so capable of knife wounds. He has been protected by many uncles almost since he was a child, and he has grown up without receiving the slightest injury. He has never been sick, he has not drunk medicine, he has not been wounded by a sword.

I'm afraid that the wound on this shoulder is already a very serious injury for him. It's been five days now, and it's still painful, the scar still refuses to scab, and last night it seemed to be too much effort on the arm, and today the wound cracked open again to reveal pink flesh. Brother was still resentful of him the day before yesterday, he had never been injured, and he could just stop acting with the meaning of acting, but he wanted to make such a heavy cruel hand to himself for the sake of realism.

Today, he changed the medicine for himself, he thought about it and smiled. "No poison, no husband!" That's what he said that day.

Aya Yiyan is a person who can be ruthless to himself.

Five days ago, he had already taken his brother's men and horses to Qinglong Town and Wanlong Town to inspect the terrain. As expected, he spotted someone who was suspicious along the way. It was sent by the emperor, who first inspected Qinglong Town, and then decided to arrange it in the steep mountain area of Bandung Town.

Aya Yiyan is good at spying on people's hearts, and soon guessed the emperor's thoughts: Long Hui is going to attack Aya Yiyan on the way to welcome his relatives. However, whether this trip was a killer, he was not sure. The emperor's heart is unfathomable, and there is no substantial benefit in getting rid of me in the middle of the way. Unless, he just wants me to get in the way, or just wants me to get hurt. Of course, Aya Yiyan thought of this.

So Aya Yiyan took advantage of this possibility and gave it a go. All he did was to quietly put a sword on his shoulder when the killer arranged by the emperor attacked him.

When he went to Liuguo to meet the emperor, he paid tribute to the painted skin. He was fortunate enough to see the emperor's true face, which helped him a lot. He saw the plotter, Long Hui, in the strange crowd. After planning the ambush, Long Hui seemed to have learned that things had changed, and his expression was suspicious and panicked. Immediately, the plan at hand was stopped, and the well-planned killers who retreated from the ambush ordered them to retreat and stand by.

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