Naren Timur screamed in pain, and immediately spread his hand.

He wailed, was beaten back three steps, and fell to the ground with the shadow.

Zhao Pu was suddenly let go, Fang took a step back, and hit a person's chest in the strong wind.

The faint smell of osmanthus sugar wrapped around him with the soft fragrance of Huadiao wine, enveloping him.

The man gently took him by the shoulder, made him stand still, then let go of him and strode towards Naren Timur.

Fang Linyuan.

In the dim light, his slender figure brought a clear breeze and gently lifted his robe.

also swept over Zhao Pu's hair that fell to the side of his face.

Like a sharp sword, like a long flag, like a god who shines so brightly in an excerpt that there is no filth.

"Come, let your grandfather see, how much yellow soup has been poured, dare to spread wild here?"

I saw that his long legs were lifted, and he kicked Naren Timur's heart hard.

——

Fang Linyuan was really angry.

Fortunately, he walked around the neighborhood and happened to enter this deserted garden! If he came a little later...... Even if it's a stick of incense! If Naren Timur really did something to Zhao Pu, wouldn't he be finished!

Regardless of the life or death of the mad dog of Naren Timur for the time being, if His Majesty knew that Zhao Pu was a man, he would be punished by the nine clans of Fang Linyuan!

He strode forward, and at a glance he saw the thing lying on the ground wailing and unable to get up, obviously drunk and weak.

If you can't stand on your feet, you still have the strength to defile a woman, and you should be a brute.

Thinking of the nine clans that he had lost and recovered, Fang Linyuan was extremely frightened, and kicked him several times in anger.

He has been practicing martial arts all year round, and at this time he has no strength at all, and he kicked the 180-pound barbarian in pain with a few kicks, and most of the wine has woken up, and he even crawled to the ground and stood up and begged him for mercy.

"Jade Yama, Jade Yama! I was drunk, I didn't see who this person was, I just thought it was a palace maid, you spare me this time......"

Fang Linyuan stepped forward and punched him in the face.

"You are your ancestor, have I drunk too much!"

Naren Timur's cheeks immediately swelled, and the strength of the wine did not subside, and he was beaten by this punch.

He retreated slightly, and immediately realized what he had just done, and knew that if it was true, even if he could return to the steppe alive, his father Khan would take his crown prince.

He was weak in his heart, and he was afraid of Fang Linyuan, he didn't dare to fight back after being beaten for a while, and when he saw that Fang Linyuan was about to beat him up again, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it.

"I know it's wrong, Jade Yama, I'm dizzy from drinking, I'm going to sober up, goodbye."

He hurriedly blocked Lin Yuan's punch below, and was about to turn around to slip away, but unexpectedly Fang Linyuan pinched his wrist.

The steppe barbarian, who was as strong as a mountain, was actually pulled by the tall and thin Fang Linyuan with one hand, and then, a heavy fist fell on his abdomen, and with just one punch, he almost vomited.

When the world was spinning, he was thrown away by Fang Linyuan.

Naren Timur overturned the river and the sea for a while.

He turned his head and saw Fang Linyuan standing there lazily, his robe dragging, graceful and luxurious, and he patted the dust on his hands neatly.

"." He hung his eyes contemptuously. "Goodbye."

——

Naren Timur fled, Fang Linyuan leaned over and picked up the decorative saber that he had thrown in a hurry just now to block Naren Timur, and patted the mud and snow.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Zhao Pu standing there.

Oh no.

Half of the dress was soaked, and he didn't forget to raise his hand to cover the somewhat well-defined chest under the robe. The raised hand, bloody, seemed to be wounded.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Fang Linyuan walked forward as he hung his sword back at his waist.

"Nothing."

But when he approached, Zhao Pu lowered his eyes and hid the bloodstained hand in his sleeve.

The cold light flashed, and Fang Linyuan saw that he was holding a small but sharp thing in his hand.

Blood was running down his wrists.

Fang Linyuan gasped.

This man is too cruel to himself! He has been in the army for several years, and he has never seen anyone hold a secret weapon in the palm of his hand like this.

"What are you holding here?" He hurriedly went to pull Zhao Pu's wrist.

Zhao Xuan resisted a little, but he still grabbed his arm, pulled it up, and broke his clenched fingers.

I saw the slender and white hand, the wounds were vertical and horizontal, the flesh was turned up, and the blood was dripping down his knuckles.

The shattered jade fell on the scarlet snow.

Fang Linyuan looked at the broken jade on the ground in surprise.

“…… You crushed? He looked up at Zhao Pu.

Under the dim light of the palace lamp, he saw Zhao Pu's appearance clearly at this time.

The beads on his head were a little scattered, and his sideburns hung down and fell on the side of his face. Although he had a cold face and lowered eyes, he still looked like a fox spirit who was beautiful and unseen in his eyes, but he looked a little pitiful because of this.

…… I should have used the broken jade to protect myself.

The cool breeze blew, and Fang Linyuan saw that half of his wet shoulders were already covered with a layer of frost.

But Zhao Pu didn't feel it. Hearing him ask, he hummed, didn't raise his eyes, just silently withdrew his hand, and re-blocked his chest, which was pressed against his robe.

"Let's go." As if nothing had happened, he calmly turned to leave.

Fang Linyuan sighed in his heart.

I'm afraid it won't work just to block it like this. Forget it, for the sake of the two of them tethered to the same boat...... For the sake of his really pitiful today.

"Wait." Fang Linyuan shouted to stop him.

He raised his hand and took off his heavy and wide coat, walked around in front of Zhao Pu, stretched out his arm, and draped the big coat on Zhao Pu's body.

"Block it." He said. "Don't hold your hands, beware of the shards getting into the flesh."

The big cloud, which was covered with warm body temperature, enveloped Zhao Pu in an instant.

His body stiffened, and it was exactly the same as when Fang Linyuan draped his cloak on him by the Taiye Pool.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity made Fang Linyuan's men pause, Fang looked at Zhao Pu, and saw that Zhao Pu also raised his eyes.

The eyes that are particularly charming and cold like a cold pool, but at this time there seems to be a tide looming.

"What's wrong?" Fang Linyuan asked.

Zhao Pu looked at him.

"We used to ...... Ever seen? ”

His voice was still very cold and a little hoarse, but for some reason it was a little light.

It was as if he had carefully reached out his hand and touched something.