After wiping her face clean, Chu Yan took out the pair of small and delicate beaded flowers from his arms and inserted them into Chu Dongge's bun a little awkwardly.In her puzzled gaze, Chu Yan said coldly: Father gave it to you.The tears that had just been held back broke the embankment again, Chu Dongge's voice was high, like a bell, and sharp, and the howl was louder than anyone else's, and it actually overwhelmed the grief-stricken cries of everyone around him.Chu Yan was so annoyed by her that he had a headache, and said coldly: If you want to cry, you will go to the mourning hall to cry.Chu Dongge shut down abruptly and looked at him with a look of hope, second brother, can you hug Yingying?
Seeing that she had to move in an inch, Chu Yan's expression instantly darkened.How could Chu Dongge, who had been subjected to his cold knife since he was a child, not understand the meaning, and just wanted to change his words, his back was suddenly grabbed by a strong arm, and then his body fell into a dusty but warm embrace.The aura on Chu Yan's body was unfamiliar, but Chu Dongge felt very relieved.Her short arms tried her best to wrap around Chu Yan's waist, and her soft little face rubbed against her broad shoulders.Chu Yan glanced at it, his clothes were full of wet snot and tears, and his face was a little disgusted.Seeing that Chu Dongge didn't let go, he simply picked up the person from the ground.Last year, she could still mention it like a little chick, but this year, Chu Yan felt a little hard to hold her.This girl, this year, it seems that she has gained a lot of weight He remembered the words of Fu Shiyu in his previous life, and now he has also repeated it to Chu Dongge, it is time to lose weight.The little girl raised her head, opened her round apricot eyes, and asked innocently: Second brother, what is weight loss?
Chu Yan said indifferently: Eat less and move more.Otherwise, it will be difficult to walk if you grow too fat in the future.In fact, Fu Shiyu's original words back then were to eat less and move more, otherwise he would often get sick in the future and have a hard time eating.His tone was gentle and soft, and his speech was beautiful, Chu Dongge was comfortable to listen to, and he was afraid that he would really not be able to eat in the future, and then he began to lose weight according to what Fu Shiyu said.But now that Chu Yan said it, the taste changed in an instant, and the originally rare and warm atmosphere of brother and sister instantly froze.Chu Dongge, who was lying coquettish in Chu Yan's arms with peace of mind, suddenly seemed to explode, and burst into tears, and even began to kick his legs, trying to struggle down from Chu Yan.I don't want a second brother anymore!
Her aggrieved chest rose and fell, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked pitiful.I hate second brother!
Growing up, she said nasty words to Chu Yan for the first time.Sure enough, from ancient times to the present, girls hate to be used to make a fuss about their weight.Chu Dongge rushed towards the palace angrily, accidentally kicked the threshold, and accidentally tripped up.Chu Yan twisted his eyebrows, glancing at her fat back like a leather ball, crying and running away, thinking of the old things that seemed to be a lifetime away, and his eyes were a little lost.The Son?
Chongyang shouted beside him.Chu Yan suddenly came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: Carry the coffin.He looked at the solemn plaque of the palace above his head, and muttered softly, Father, I will take you home.In addition to the identity of the general, the king of Guangling is a relative of the emperor, his status is noble, the matters before the funeral are complicated and cumbersome, and the ministers who mourn also began to come one after another, and the people up and down the palace are busy without rest.News came from the palace, and the saint took pity on the son of Guangling who lost his father at a young age, and traveled a long distance, and was physically and mentally exhausted, so he specially approved him to enter the palace tomorrow to face the saint.The prince of Guangling has not yet married a wife, and the king of Guangling has been on the battlefield all the year round, and there is only one concubine in the house, so many things fall on Chu Yan's shoulders.He was busy until the sun went down and the moon hung high.When the ministers and veterans were gone, he sat down on the stone bench in the garden and rested for a while.Chongyang heard Chu Yan's summons and hurried over, what's the matter?
Shizi.Chu Yan glanced at him and waved at Chongyang.Chongyang was puzzled, and leaned over with his ears.* Fu Shiyu closed the courtyard door, the prince had just come, and he also learned the news of Chu Yan's return to Beijing.King Guangling's death, he expected it, but he didn't expect it.I expected him to die later, but I didn't expect that after a series of butterfly effects, he would still die.Some things, in the dark, are actually doomed.Human beings are also all things in the world, and they are no match for the reincarnation of heaven.Fu Shiyu sighed at the cold night, looked at the falling room, the black light was blind, and it seemed that he had already slept.He wore little clothes, and he couldn't help but shiver when he was blown by the cool wind.As soon as I stepped back into the bedroom, there was an abrupt and harsh atmosphere in the room.Fu Shiyu's eyes were stunned, and after a while, his expression returned to his previous careless blandness.Shizi, it's not good to guard the mourning hall of King Guangling, and come here to do something.See you.Chu Yan walked out of the dark corner, his body had changed into clean black clothes, his sword eyebrows were in his sideburns, his eyes were dark, his facial features were staggered by the light and dark of the moonlight shining in from the window lattice, and he had a majestic aura on his body that made people tense.Fu Shiyu didn't seem to perceive his existence, so he directly swept past Chu Yan's figure, and bent down to sit on the round stool next to the table of the Six Immortals.It's late at night, and I'm going to rest.He lowered his eyelids, and his voice was hoarse with a lazy energy, the prince should leave quickly, if he was to be regarded as an assassin who entered the palace to assassinate, he couldn't tell if he had a mouth.Hearing the threat in his words, Chu Yan stood indifferently for a while, and suddenly walked towards Fu Shiyu slowly.As the cold aura on his body pressed towards the sky, Fu Shiyu's brows furrowed even tighter, and his heart suddenly became a little irritable.I was just about to speak, when I suddenly smelled a faint scent of wormwood rushing from the tip of my nose.Somehow, Fu Shiyu was stunned for a while.Did this man come to his house by smoking wormwood?
After a short period of distraction, his mind came to his senses again, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Chu Yan was already sitting next to him.He grabbed Fu Shiyu's arm, and before anyone could react, he didn't see any politeness or embarrassment, as if he habitually scooped him up to his thigh.Fu Shiyu's eyebrows sank instantly, staring coldly at Chu Yan, who was expressionless.He had imagined countless scenes of reunions between the two, either strangers or turbulent dark tides, but he never expected that when this person saw him, he would want to be like this, like a nobody, as if nothing had happened.Fu Shiyu pushed him away and wanted to stand up from Chu Yan's arms, but he was hugged by Chu Yan instead, and the chests of the two of them were tighter.Fu Shiyu was angry in his heart, and a little smile appeared on his face, Shizi, if you don't let go, I will be a man.Call it.Chu Yan suddenly clasped the back of Fu Shiyu's neck without warning, and his hot and wet breath was pressed head-on, and when he was only a little away from Fu Shiyu, he said in a low voice: Let them come in and see how I made love to you.Before Fu Shiyu could react, the flesh of his lips was bitten hard, and then a warm and mellow aroma of wine poured into his mouth along the tip of his tongue.Although he did everything he should have done in his previous life, it didn't mean that Fu Shiyu would let him take advantage of him now, while Chu Yan was twisting the tip of his tongue, his eyes were cold, and he directly bit down mercilessly.The rich smell of rust mixed with the smell of wine slowly spread in his mouth, but Chu Yan still didn't let go, and even kissed deeper, as if he wanted to devour Fu Shiyu's whole person into his blood.Blood mixed with jin liquid overflowed from the corners of his mouth, vaguely dripping into the placket of his clothes, and there were some crystal and obvious marks on his neck.It wasn't until Fu Shiyu's face was flushed and his breathing was short of breath that Chu Yan reluctantly let go of his mouth.Although Fu Shiyu is calm and self-contained on weekdays, he will act recklessly when he is very angry, Chu Yan's mouth is full of wounds, as if he is about to be bitten by him, and the corners of his mouth are broken in several places, and he looks red, swollen, and bloody.I caught a glimpse of Fu Shiyu's pink eyes, but his eyes were gloomy and cold, and he was staring at him motionless at the moment.Chu Yan couldn't help but smile in his eyes, and casually licked the swollen and painful wound at the corner of his mouth, which invisibly added a bit of evil aura to his entire cold face.Reward the moon together, drink the same cup.Fu Shiyu's eyes were stunned, and he didn't understand what he meant.Toast.Chu Yan pressed it to his ear and intimately sucked a red mark on his slender and white neck.Did you just get a drink?
Fu Shiyu, who heard this, remembered the aroma of wine in his mouth in hindsight.Chu Yan lowered his eyes and stared at the red plum that bloomed on his smooth neck, and murmured deeply in his eyes, but no matter how fragrant his daughter was, it couldn't match the current mouthful.The author has something to say: [In order to celebrate the reunion, a small theater specially arranged!
】Lao Chu: If you can't be a licking dog, you can still be a flirtatious master.Bald author (disdainful): Chasing a daughter-in-law is to rely on licking.Lao Chu: In my previous life, I didn't lick less.Little Black House: One yellow card warning!
Bald author (white-eyed): I'm not talking about that kind of licking.I mean lick together in action and verbally, lick until your daughter-in-law blushes and is ashamed, then your chance has come!
Little Black House: One red card warning!
Bald author (anxious): I really didn't drive!
Lao Chu (eager to try): I seem to understand.Shiyu baby (holding the old waist): Dumb teaches people to speak, and the 10,000-year-old C kills people!
Lao Chu: It's not me.Bald Author: Chapter 105 Lang Lang Guangling Wangfu was sitting in the study dressed as Chu Yan's Chongyang, pretending to hold a pen, and boredly drew a tiger head on rice paper.Hearing that the door was pushed open, and seeing that the person who came was Chu Yan, he hurriedly put down his pen and walked out from behind the case in a hurry, how about it?
Can you see Fu Gongzi?
What did you say?
Is Fu Gongzi willing to abandon the secret and turn to the light?
Wait, what's wrong with your mouth?
Chongyang stared at Chu Yan's bitten lips full of small cuts in shock, and said strangely: Didn't you say that you were going to find Fu Gongzi?
Chu Yan listened to his crackling, like a bead rolling out of the question, silently removed his black clothes, and only after changing into filial piety clothes did he say: Cat bites.Cat?
What cat is so sharp-tongued?
Chongyang looked strange.Chu Yan didn't want to talk to him on this topic, so he said lightly: Tomorrow, you and Jin Lan will enter the palace with me.Seeing his own question, this person didn't answer any of them, and Chongyang felt depressed for a while.Suddenly, I remembered something, and said: In the evening, someone from the Criminal Department came, saying that he was going to take Lu Niangniang away, but he was stopped by our people.Hearing his strange name, Chu Yan frowned and glanced at him coldly.Chongyang, who knew that he was speechless, scratched the back of his head and said with a dry smile: It's all Jin Lan's fault!
He calls Lu Liang this every day, and I will follow it, don't worry, I have already told Jin Lan, Lu Niangniang will call it in private, and he will definitely not dare to make a mistake in the palace.Chu Yan sat on the Taishi chair, picked up the Tieguanyin brewed next to him, and said coldly: You can't call it that in private.Chongyang shrugged his shoulders, Jin Lan's kid, I don't make sense.Only Yan Chu can manage him when he is alive.Chu Yan took a sip of warm tea and asked: Did he and Yan Chu know each other before?
I don't know.Chongyang shook his head, before the ghost cavalry only obeyed my orders, and then Mrs.
Xi brought back a well-behaved child.This kid is Jin Lan, and the ghost cavalry army is also divided into two, half led by me and half led by Jin Lan.Chu Yan hummed and suddenly asked: Is there a mole?
Chongyang looked puzzled, what?
Chu Yan was patient, and asked again, did Mrs.
Xi, who brought him back, have a mole on her forehead?
It's been too long, I forgot about it, but Chongyang muttered: If you ask so, didn't Shen Yanting mention that Yan Chu was seriously injured and unconscious, and it all relied on Mrs.
Xi to send Han Toad Blood and Snow Lotus Pill, although I am not sure if Yan Chu was saved by these two things, but this incident did happen.I suddenly remembered a few days ago that Mrs.
Xi who came at that time had a cinnabar mole on her forehead, but the two looked the same, so I couldn't be sure if she was Mrs.
Xi.After Chu Yan heard this, his eyes slowly became solemn, have you ever been curious about your origin?
No.Chongyang doesn't care: at first, he will be curious, but after living for a long time, he will not bother to think about it.Why do you suddenly ask that?
Chu Yan put down the teacup, there was some meaning in his eyes, nothing.Although the words were calm, the back of the hand holding the armrest began to burst into bruises.Thinking of what Fu Shiyu said tonight, he always felt uneasy in his heart.I always felt that the reason why I was able to come back must have something to do with that weird white-haired man.In that past that can't be seen by himself, Fu Shiyu has done something by himself.That's why he will be born again, and he will go back to before it all began.* Time to pull back to the secluded small courtyard in the palace, Chu Yan, who took advantage of it tonight, was finally willing to let go of his mouth, but his arm was still on Fu Shiyu's waist.He lowered his head and kissed Fu Shiyu's injured chest through the thin fabric.Is the injury healed?
Fu Shiyu didn't answer, Chu Yan raised his head, and suddenly found that his chest was suddenly pressed against something.He lowered his eyes and glanced at it, and found that the one on his chest turned out to be a wooden hairpin.It doesn't hurt anyone.He spoke indifferently.Suddenly grabbed Fu Shiyu's wrist, put the sharpened wooden hairpin against the major artery of his neck, stared at him with dark pupils, and said quietly: If you want to kill me, let it go.Fu Shiyu narrowed his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and said in a dangerous tone: Do you think I don't dare?
Dare.Chu Yan pressed Fu Shiyu's tiger head with his thumb, and his voice was extremely low, but if you can't kill me, what just happened will have to be repeated.When Fu Shiyu heard this, his face was instantly cold, and after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but annoy: Let go.Chu Yan didn't continue to entangle this time, and happily loosened his five fingers, Fu Shiyu moved his wrist and stood up from his lap.The prince left the king of Guangling who was not cold, and came to find him in the middle of the night, just to do this kind of thing?
Fu Shiyu said sarcastically.Chu Yan stood up slowly, ignoring his taunts, remembering that Fu Shiyu hadn't answered himself just now, and asked again, is the injury healed?
Compared with the boredom just now, Fu Shiyu has calmed down again.Because of Chu Yan's sudden visit, coupled with the recovery of the memory of his previous life, under the calm face, the inside was actually a mess, so the whole person was impatient from the past.As soon as the cool breeze blew in from the crack in the window, the depressed qi that was blocked in his chest also dispersed, and Fu Shiyu said with a detached face: Thank you Shizi for remembering, it's already good.You're going to talk to me like that all the time?
Chu Yan took out the handkerchief in his arms, wiped the blood on his mouth, and looked at him with a cold face.