The coolness of early winter gradually invaded the muscles and bones, and the green leaves turned yellow in the snap of a finger, falling to the ground and crushing into dust, piling up into layers of cold and empty soil.

In the Muyun Palace, the red silk flew in the depths of the dormitory, and a hand was stretched out suddenly in the gauze curtain in the red luan tent, breaking through the lingering entanglement, and the turbulent gasp beat the too quiet air.

Xiao Jingyu's slender jade hand clenched the curtain tightly, the green tendons jumped on the back of the broad hand, and the jade fingers covered the thin lips tightly again, forcibly holding back the nausea of tumbling in the chest and abdomen.

After a while.

"Yan'er, I'm sorry, I remembered that there are still urgent political matters that have not been dealt with, and we will ...... next time The warm and mellow voice was muffled from the clenched fingers, revealing a hint of depression.

. Mo Xiangli's face immediately turned pale, and it was not the first time that Tan Lang could no longer continue the matter of clouds and rain.

Xiao Jingyu didn't look back at Mo Xiangli's face, lifted the bed curtain, and with a warm body, he eagerly escaped from the bed, hurriedly put on his clothes, and hurriedly ran out of the Mei Palace.

For the first time, she could naturally think that Tan Lang's body had just recovered, and he was too weak to have sex.

The second time, she looked at Tan Lang pampering other women, and she could still naively think that Tan Lang was working hard, and it happened that she was unwell and couldn't have sex, and when she recovered, the two of them could return to their previous lives.

The third time, she watched Xiao Jingyu lingering on the beds of various concubines in the palace, she could still deceive herself, Tan Lang was for the sake of inheritance, maybe there were too many clouds and rains that caused some boredom, maybe he still didn't fully recover his body.

For the fourth time, she watched Tan Lang stay for a short time again and again, and she couldn't deceive herself anymore.

What did she do wrong, Tan Lang began to dislike her, could it be that his body was unclean, otherwise why could he pamper the other concubines as usual, but she couldn't.

Mo Xiangli smiled miserably, bitter tears dripped silently on the back of the brocade, leaching deep traces, since he didn't love her anymore, he was still good to her as always, no, even better. This man is so cruel.

Hua Xihuan looked at Xiao Jingyu with a cold face and went out, shrunk his head and secretly stepped back, standing sideways and bowing his head, not daring to look directly.

"You, go in and comfort her, remember not to let her think too much." Xiao Jingyu may feel that he has gone too far this time, so he paused for the first time, covered his lips, and stiffly ordered a lowly personal palace maid.

"Yes, the emperor walks slowly." Hua Xihuan listened to the heavy footsteps and gradually went away, and said goodbye timidly.

Gao Sheng took a step, holding the knife and reluctantly glanced back, the flower Xihuan who was closing the door of the palace, the pair of brown eyes, thousands of complex sorrows spread on the white eyes, behind the door that was far closed, it finally turned into a helpless wry smile.

"Gao Sheng, why can't you use medicine?" Xiao Jingyu stared at the hazy palace lamp in the palace maid's hand, a bright road illuminated by the soft light, but the heart path became more and more pervasive, and the pain in his eyes became more and more intense.

Gao Sheng didn't speak, silently following him, keeping a half-step distance.

"Heh, you're not a man, how can you understand my pain." Xiao Jingyu smiled bitterly and walked away quickly, the oblique flying dragon eyebrows shrouded in layers of melancholy fog.

Gao Sheng heard his words, and the treasure knife in his hand squeezed harder and harder, he was never a man in the eyes of others, but he was deeply in the pain of a man.

He hinted at Hua Xihuan again and again, but she was always blocked by her unintentional refusal, just because he was not a man in anyone's eyes.

Why, Li Junye would occupy her heart, he was simply crazy with jealousy, he wanted to hide her tightly, he hated it so much, the man's name came out of her mouth, and he had to pretend to be disgusting as a confidant brother.

"Stand down, I want to be alone." Xiao Jingyu swallowed the medicine to relieve lust, put down the teacup, tiredly asked the subordinates to retreat, and sat alone in the dragon bed with the candle.

He was sick, a powerless disease, as long as he was close to Mo Xiangli, he would be extremely resistant in his heart, it was a dirty body, like the best toilet paper had been stained with other people's feces, even if he loved it, he couldn't resist the disgust.

He resented the bastard who had defiled his life, and his pure and beautiful feelings were all filled with the man's disgusting shit.

As long as he thought of the beautiful Han Qing being pressed under him and gasping for breath, he couldn't breathe in his chest, and he selfishly thought about why Mo Xiangli, who had been defiled, still pulled his brother.

Why is that bastard, both men and women, and it is enough to defile one, why is it to defile the other.

If only that bastard had defiled one person, he would still be able to maintain a physical connection with one of them.

Xiao Jingyu swept the tea cup on the table on the ground irritably, as long as he saw Mo Xiangli who was okay, he would think of Han Qing who was threatened by the bastard far away in the sky, I don't know what happened to him, he went crazy with his thoughts.

After a few months, the ban is gone, and it's time to give it to him.

On this day, Ye Hehua came to the Horse Mansion as usual to find Han Qing to practice martial arts and become a martial arts master.

Han Qing drank no less than thirty or forty kinds of antidotes, seeing that the New Year was approaching, and when he led the troops to the expedition in the spring, none of them could completely unravel the medicinal properties, and he couldn't help but become more and more irritable.

"Your sword is cut in the wrong direction, others will teach me once, how to teach you three times and I can't remember!" Han Qing saw that Ye Hehua's move was wrong, so he angrily smashed down the military book, jumped up from the recliner, and walked quickly to him.

Han Qing grabbed Ye Hehua's generous clumsy hand, took him into his arms in disgust, and taught him earnestly and heartily: "You look ahead, that is your enemy, his vital point is exposed in front of you, how about your knife, can you accurately and quickly pierce his vital point?"

"Pick the shortest, fastest distance." Ye Hehua is actually not stupid, but what Han Qing teaches is too difficult.

"Well, you always have to guess his next move with the enemy first, and if you can't guess it, you will lure them to follow their own thoughts and tracks, true or false, and then, pick the nearest and fastest route, and kill him directly, just like this......"

Han Qing took Ye Hehua's hand and confronted the virtual powerful enemy, guessing each other's moves, skillfully slashing horizontally and vertically, blocking left and right avoiding, and after the move was recognized by the enemy, in the case of defeat, he stabbed into the enemy's heart.

Han Qing looked at Ye Hehua's sweaty sideburns, smelled the smell of sweat mixed with the sun and grass on his body, his eyes were secretly attracted unfreely, he secretly swallowed his throat, his heart fluttered, and Ye Hehua, who was close to his lower body, became tighter and tighter, and he bumped into him as if he were nothing.

I don't know, how does Yehehua's body taste?

"Sometimes, deliberately exposing weaknesses and luring the enemy to attack is a good way to lure the enemy, know it or not, stupid."

Han Qing's tone of the first few words was not good, his voice gradually became smaller, the more he said, the closer the two became, and in the end, Han Qing whispered the last few words in an ambiguous and mysterious way, especially the two words stupid, which made Ye Hehua's heart tremble.

Although Ye Hehua said that he had never experienced the relationship between men and women, he also felt that Han Qing was teasing him if he was there or not.

turned around, but saw Han Qing frowning, as if he was angry with himself?

Han Qing let go of Ye Hehua like a ghost, coughed his throat, took a step back, frowned and said, "You can realize and practice for yourself."

Ye Hehua looked at Han Qing's figure and shook his head in confusion.

Han Qing gradually became sensitive to the fact that he had become very different from himself in the recent period, and many of his behaviors were abnormal. Sometimes when he loses consciousness, he will inexplicably become obsessed with men, and even sometimes have sexual desire, which is simply hell.

Han Qing always felt that something was very inconsistent and fake, but he couldn't find the crux of the problem when he followed his train of thought, and fell into a strange circle.

How could he possibly be interested in that bastard boy of Yehwa? However, when you are shaking your mind, there will be messy thoughts, and even for Bei Hanmo, you will have the wrong feeling.

Several times, Bei Hanmo saw him with spring water in his eyes, looking at himself with affection, and he always felt strange in his heart, so that he didn't dare to look at Han Qing directly.

However, when Han Qing wanted to question why he looked at himself like that, he returned to his familiar look. made him feel uncomfortable, and he wondered if Han Qing was interested in him.

Han Qing wanted to control the strange move, but he couldn't find the strange idea in his mind that seemed to have been transplanted from someone else.

He always had a great sense of crisis, and the source of this crisis was not from the outside world, but from within.

Han Qing felt that there was another unknown soul in his body, and that soul was getting stronger and stronger, sometimes snatching the initiative and affecting his preferences.

Bei Hanjing has been whispering in his ear recently, and he has become more and more moody and capricious, often forgetting what he has done.

In particular, he heard from Bei Hanjing's ears that he regarded Red Sleeves as a demon and scratched her face, and Han Qing couldn't believe that it was his business.

He went to take a look, and sure enough, the red sleeves that were as beautiful as flowers, with ugly scars on his face, felt that he was too unman for a while, and he was crazy and even bullied women.

He stayed at Red Sleeves to rest that night, but the next day, Red Sleeves avoided him far behind Bei Hanjing with scars, and the former love in his eyes turned into deep horror.

He learned from Bei Hanjing that he hated Red Sleeves like a madman that night, and while scolding the Red Sleeves demon, he punched and kicked her, but fortunately he was stopped.

The doctor secretly came for several waves, but he didn't make any achievements, but Han Qing's bad problems became more and more serious.

Han Qing irritably grabbed a stone and threw it into the calm heart lake.

Suddenly, Han Qing's head hurt and was hit by a heavy object, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction where the stone came, but saw that on the top of the eaves, there seemed to be a figure flickering and disappearing.

Han Qing picked up the pebble and saw that the outside of the stone was wrapped in a line of paper.