Beads of blood oozed from the man's neck.

But he still persuaded him: "Little master, your subordinates asked rashly, have you forgotten the brothers who are eyeing you?" ”

Jiang Hui's eyes reflected the sword light, and his clean star eyes were calm and indifferent: "Although there are not many of my people left, there are only two kinds of people left, useful and loyal."

"What do you think you belong to now?"

The man suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The resoluteness and coldness in Jiang's reply made him suddenly sober up, a person like the little master may be tempted, but how can he be trapped by love? He cared more about the girl because of the grace of saving his life, and was worried that the girl would be toyed with by Yan Shuheng because of him.

He made up his mind, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "The subordinates are arrogant, the subordinates see that although Yan Shuheng deceived that girl, he is very interested in her, thinking that she is doing well now, why let you take risks?" But after all, she saved the life of the little master, you really don't have to worry, you don't have to take the risk yourself, your subordinates will find a way to rob you back! ”

Jiang Hui lowered his eyelashes and removed the long sword, and there was some ridicule in his eyes: "Hit the stone with an egg, and bring shame on yourself." ”

He sheathed his sword and walked forward without hesitation, leaving only a word.

"The last time, if you go to Yicheng, if you smash the grass and become a coward, you don't have to come back."

The man's face was happy: "Obey!" ”

Lang Jun in front of him had already taken a few steps with his sword in hand, and his long figure disappeared into the deep jungle.

Like a lone wolf hidden in a snowy night.

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The carriage had been walking for a long time, and when it was near dusk, a partridge chirped outside the carriage.

Auntie just couldn't stand the bumps and fell asleep, Yan Shuheng lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage, and a guard led a ragged homeless man to come: "Lang Jun, this person claims that a Lang Jun dressed in black hired him to deliver a message to you." ”

Yan Shuheng nodded, and said to the man: "Don't be afraid, I won't harm the innocent." ”

The homeless man said: "There is a Lang Jun surnamed Jiang who asked me to hand over a message to you, saying, 'One news for one person', is it okay?" ”

Yan Shuheng asked, "How does he look?" ”

The man shook his head: "I can't see clearly." ”

Yan Shuheng asked again: "Did he ever say that if I didn't change, what would happen to him?" ”

The man said, "That's it." ”

Yan Shuheng's thin lips were lightly pulled.

"It seems that he is indeed as affectionate and righteous as she said, but it is really not much."

The mountain breeze blew, and the long hair and hairband behind him were entangled with each other in the wind, inexplicably restraining, and it was also the mountain wind that made the affection in his words faint, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false: "She is the person on the tip of my heart, and I can still consider exchanging people for one or two, and I am reluctant to exchange news for news." ”

The man said, "He said that this news has something to do with a man surnamed Yin, and you will want to know." ”

Yan Shuheng was still unmoved, and the news he got from others could only prove that it was what others wanted to reveal, so he refused: "It's a pity, I'm stubborn, and I always only believe the news I found." ”

The man eventually left.

Breaking the fog and asking: "Do you want to send someone to follow?" ”

Yan Shuheng only said lightly, no.

"Since he dared to ask passers-by to pass the word, he must have thought of a way out, so why waste his efforts and continue on his journey."

The carriage finally arrived at the pier at dusk.

After getting on the boat, Auntie stayed in the cabin, and heard that Jiang Hui's colleagues were also with her, so he seemed to be very busy, and left after sending her into the room.

At the end of the morning, Auntie woke up from a sleep, holding the quilt in a daze, and the hatch was suddenly pushed open. She thought it was a bamboo kite, and sighed lazily: "The boat ride is really boring, why hasn't my husband come back yet, I'm afraid I didn't fall into the river and eat the fish......"

She was poured back onto the couch like a lazy cat.

A familiar chuckle came from the top of his head, a faint but clear breath hit, and the top of his hair was rubbed.

Auntie's eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hands to him like something to relieve her boredom.

"Husband, you're finally back!"

Her eyes lit up slightly, like a tanuki slave who was napping in the sun and suddenly saw a sparrow parked above.

Yan Shuheng also stretched out her hand like a cat's feather, so that she could grab it at once.

"Bored?" He asked.

Auntie was miserable: "If my husband is not there, it's not just boring, and there is no hope for life." ”

Yan Shuheng smiled at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"In this case, the husband will take you out of the cabin to blow the wind and add some hope to your days."

He helped her out of the cabin.

The river breeze was blowing, the boat was swaying slightly, and Auntie was a little afraid, so she hugged Yan Shuheng's arm like holding a wooden stake.

Yan Shuheng lowered his eyes and looked at her. Yesterday, when she held him for the test, Auntie was still alive, and since then, she has been especially natural, as if she had been so intimate before.

Aunt Li once said that their husband and wife were close on weekdays but at night, but Yan Shuheng was skeptical, she knew where Jiang Hui had moles on his body, what his body shape was, and she often "spoke out of words".

Apparently extremely intimate.

Why are you not even comfortable holding hands?

Now that I think about it, my doubts have disappeared after checking it yesterday, so I let down my guard.

Yan Shuheng's eyebrows froze for a moment.

That's it, he originally pretended to be her husband, and what he liked was the fun of mutual temptation.

It's more interesting when she lets down her guard.

He took her hand, his thumb rubbing it in a boring circular motion on her palm.

Grandma was about to withdraw her hand, but the tips of his fingers were nailed into her palm like nails, as if to penetrate her palm, itching like wildfire, and rushing to her arm.

Yan Shuheng looked at her reddened earlobes and couldn't help but pinch them lightly. The temperature on the long finger seemed to penetrate into the bone crack through the earlobe, and Auntie shrunk her neck, and heard him say: "What's the matter, Madame said that she wanted to be close to me, but it was all a lie." ”

This voice has fascinated her when she is estranged, and it is really sultry when she is gentle and delicate, and it makes Auntie itch when she hears it.

But she's not the kind of people who are stunned.

Even if he is tickled by this voice, he will not let himself be manipulated by him.

"Of course I like it."

She turned around and took his hand to stop him, and said thoughtfully, "Aren't there your colleagues on the boat, beware of them laughing at your floating waves!" ”

Yan Shuheng no longer teased, and said leisurely: "My colleagues are not married, and I will only be envious when I have a wife by my side, and I am afraid that there is only one person who will care." ”

He paused intriguingly.

Auntie answered curiously: "Which person?" ”

Yan Shuheng looked at Jiang Mian with a flat expression: "Naturally, it's your husband, Jiang Hui." ”

Auntie misunderstood, just as if he was saying a witty remark, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"I won't tease you." Yan Shuheng chuckled.

He thought that Jiang Hui might have a 1/10,000 chance of thinking about his wife who was taken away, and he made thorough preparations to look forward to that 1/10,000.

It's a pity that this person is more affectionate than he thought.

But also more calm and rational.

While he was pondering, Auntie was still thinking about his tricks, and her delicate long fingers quietly touched his earlobe, and gently kneaded it with courtesy.

A faint itch rushed to his heart, and Yan Shuheng's half-hanging long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

Habitually, he wondered, did she have doubts again? But for this temptation from time to time, Yan Shuheng was happy to hear it, and said quite indulgently: "Isn't it fun." ”

The troublemaker felt distressed: "Is it painful, I'll blow it for you, okay?" ”

Before he could answer, Grandma was already blowing gently in the direction she thought it was an earlobe.

The hand gripping her wrist tightened and loosened.

Residual warmth of the insuffled Adam's apple.

Yan Shuheng lowered his eyelashes and looked at her clean eyes, sighing with a shallow smile.

"I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to meet you."

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The river breeze was cold, and after sending Auntie back to the cabin, Yan Shuheng returned to the study on the ship. Piercing the clouds and stepping inside: "Lang Jun, General Zhao's letter to you!" ”

Yan Shuheng glanced at it casually.

"Tell to go down, and the ship will be diverted to Wuling."

As soon as he heard that he went to Wuling, Chuanyun raised his eyebrows: "It's just right, I've finished reading the book I borrowed before!" ”

The young man remembered the picture of seeing Lang Jun and the assassin's wife getting along with each other on the boat today, and felt familiar: "Speaking of which, the current situation of the eldest son is the same as that of Qi Langjun at the beginning!" ”

The corners of Yan Shuheng's mouth hooked an ambiguous arc.

"I am also inspired by Qi Ziling, it just so happens that I haven't seen him for a long time, so it's time to catch up. By the way,"

His eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he was quiet again: "Go and meet your old man." ”

Piercing the clouds is embarrassed: "But the old gentleman ...... him"

Yan Shuheng's long eyelashes were cut, like a pair of scissors that pinch off the wick of a candle, cutting off the young man's words.

After the clouds receded, Yan Shuheng went to the bow of the boat to admire the moon.

A few years ago, it was also on this ship.

The former prince, who was depressed because of the family's checks and balances, raised his eyebrows and raised his glass, and sighed: "Now only Yuechen understands loneliness!" ”

A few years later, his mentor Mr. Wu Lao introduced him, who did not have too much authority in his hands, to the princelings, saying: "This son is as determined to recover Liangzhou as His Royal Highness the Prince, and he is a gentleman of Chichen, which can be used." ”

At that time, although Yan Shuheng was famous, but he was not fledgling, and the old lady Yan restrained him everywhere for some reasons that could not be spoken to the outside world, and it was the prince's high branch that gave him an opportunity to spread his wings.

But later the teacher said in a letter: "I taught you that 'the ruthless are invincible,' but I never taught you to be unrighteous."

The full meaning of ruthlessness is "the amorous are ruthless, and the ruthless are invincible", and the "love" here does not contain "righteousness", nor does it mean that he is ruthless and disowns his six relatives.

The teacher just hopes that he can break free from the shackles, and that he will not be disturbed by the kinship and love of the world.

But he eventually became a ruthless and unrighteous man.

Jiang Feng swept those words away.

Yan Shuheng tugged at the corners of his mouth and whispered lightly: "I'm not a gentleman in the first place." ”

The moon shadow in the river shattered and swayed, he looked up at the eternal moon in the sky, walked back to the study on the ship, and put his hand on the door for a while before taking it back.

The corners of the robes stopped at the last door.

He just stood there, but an eventful wind blew and pushed the door open.

Yan Shuheng smiled at the wind and stepped forward.

After this aunt freshened up, she was lying on the couch, holding a soft pillow with her arms and her face on her arms. She was only wearing a middle coat, her slender and white calves were exposed from a snow-white Qi Su, and her jade feet swayed at will, like delicate bamboo branches emerging from the snow.

The long hair hangs down to the edge of the couch and will touch the plank.

Yan Shuheng saw a picture of a beautiful woman lying lazily, he stepped forward to scoop up those long hanging hair on the couch, green silk passed through his hands, the texture was like satin, the touch was slightly cool, both lingering and if he was leaving. But when he lets go of their space-time swings, he also feels cold.

Auntie sensed something, reached out to hold his sleeve, and smiled loosely on her eyebrows, mixed with cunning.

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

After a pause on the other side, he said, "Okay." ”