"The Emperor? Father? "The young Ye Mu Shen didn't quite understand what Ye Ziling said.

"That's right. The art of the emperor is not passed on to outsiders. Only the emperor would personally teach the secrets to the crown prince. Ye Ziling lowered her voice, "The others—not to mention me, the eldest princess, even you princes, don't have a chance to contact them." ”

"Then how did Ayan know?" Ye Mushen blinked her bright eyes in a daze.

"Then I'll have to ask him." Ye Ziling sighed lightly, "Ayan, this kid, I don't understand." Why do you want to ......?"

Ye Mushen pricked up his ears, wishing that he could get into Ye Ziling's heart and figure out the origin of Ayan.

But Ye Ziling changed his mind at this time, and only sighed, "If he really knows, he shouldn't know...... I'm afraid I won't be able to save his life here......"

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"Why did you go to the roof again?" Ling Shang pushed open the door and saw a lonely figure on the roof, frowning slightly.

"Huh?" Ye Mushen finally came back to his senses from his memory, "Aren't you gone?" ”

Ling Shang's eyes were deep, and he could see that the roots of Ye Mu San's ears were hot.

"Hehe, I knew that you couldn't bear me." Night ginseng spits out the licorice stalk that has long lost its sweetness.

"What are you going to do on the roof?" Ling Shang asked.

God knows how much he hated to see Ye Mushen alone on the roof.

"Go to the roof...... "Ye Mushen followed the trunk back to the ground, "I miss you in another place." ”

"......" Ling Shang avoided Ye Mushen's gaze with a complicated expression, "Let's enter the house." ”

The shallow aroma of tea in the study.

"I'm sorry I was in a hurry to come back and forgot to bring wine." Ling Shang rested his head on Ye Mushen's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Ye Mu Ginseng was a little at a loss.

I had known Ling Shang for so long, and this was the first time that Ling Shang had shown fatigue and vulnerability in front of him.

"Nothing." Ling Shang tightly circled Ye Mu Shen, and his breath hit his neck.

"Okay, isn't there just no wine? I'm not a drunkard......" Ye Mushen stroked Ling Shang's thin back, "You are here, it makes me happier than three hundred jars of fine wine here." ”

Ling Shang was speechless, opened his mouth and took a bite on Ye Mushen's neck.

"Hey! Pain! Ye Mushen was startled by the sudden pain, "What are you biting me for?" ”

Ling Shang didn't answer, deepening the strength of his teeth.

Little by little, he grinded the skin near the Adam's apple, his teeth slowly seeping into his flesh, and the tip of his tongue tasted his blood.

"Ling Shang...... Ay...... The beauty ...... "Ye Mushen couldn't push Ling Shang away, and was slightly stunned, "Are you possessed by a vampire?" I ......"

"Don't talk." Ling Shang raised his hand, covered Ye Mushen's noisy mouth, and continued to suck his blood.

"Hmm......" Ye Mushen's heart panicked, and his eyes blinked quickly.

After a long time, Ye Mushen's neck was sore, and the pain clearly pulled the nerves of the whole body.

Ling Shang finally raised his head, and the corners of his mouth were lonely smiles.

The beauty's thin lips were stained with blood, and she was especially seductive in the candlelight.

Ye Mushen was fascinated, and he couldn't feel the wound on his neck for a while, and he forgot to ask Ling Shang what was wrong.

"That...... Wine ......" Ye Mushen felt that the air in the room was too thin, and felt palpitations and dizziness, "Isn't there your sake?" I think it's even more delicious than Du Kang. ”

A trace of murderous aura crossed Ling Shang's eyes, and his voice was awe-inspiring, "Don't drink that wine again." ”

"Uh...... Then don't drink it. Ye Mushen was so frightened by Ling Shang's momentum that he didn't even dare to question.

"Don't go to the roof again." Ling Shang hooked a slender finger and wiped away the blood stains from the wound on Ye Mushen's neck.

"Okay." Ye Mushen grabbed Ling Shang's wrist and pulled his bloody hand closer to him.

The Tsundere Hall Master stared at the beauty with burning eyes.

He opened his beautifully shaped mouth, two soft lips to contain Ling Shang's fingers, and the tip of his tongue gently licked the blood stains on it.

Slightly fishy, but also a little sweet.