Chapter 209: This body, promised to the country, can no longer be promised to Qing.

After a night of chaotic dreams, Yuanheng Yan woke up at the right time.

He almost never drank alcohol, so he didn't know that he would be sore when he got drunk.

Yuanheng Yan rolled over and sat up in a daze, but what he saw was not the interior of his familiar tent.

The clothes rack, which he had always required to be neatly arranged, fell over, and the clothes were thrown everywhere, white lingerie, gold sashes, tangled in a mess, one pair of shoes in front of the bed, and one pair of shoes kicked haphazardly under the window.

Yuanheng Yan held his forehead in pain, thinking, "Drinking is really a mistake.

He turned his body sideways and lifted the covers with the intention of getting up, and opened his mouth to call the guards to go inside to clean up: "Ren ......"

Before his voice was out, his mouth was covered.

Covering him is a strong thin arm, which is used to pulling the bow and arrow, holding the long - gun left after the scar calluses.

"Hush." Tingyun Shi wrapped his arms around him from behind, "...... I would like to sleep a little longer, would the thirteenth prince allow it?"

It was yesterday that these hands held him helplessly when he could not get in, and induced him to find the right place to enter.

"Thirteenth prince, it is here ......"

A thunderstorm rolled through Yuanheng Yan's mind, striking his whole body stiff.

After this point, countless fragments of last night flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

They did more than one ridiculous thing last night.

Neither of them screamed out, both pressing their voices deep in their throats.

Yuanheng Yan vaguely remembers that he seemed to have said a lot of jerky things, called Tingyun Shi's name, and whispered some blunt words that made people blush against his ear.

He used respectful language, called him General Toki, and gently asked him to arch his back higher, as if he were just a junior soldier under him.

After eating the marrow, the two of them rolled from the bed to under the bed, Yuanheng Yan carried Tingyun Shi to the window and held him down by the window, facing the bright moon outside.

Tingyun Shi's waist is weak and difficult to be, several times can not control to slide down to the knees, are held by his waist to hold up, continue to deep.

Later, they left a pair of shoes by the window.

Yuanheng Yan embraced him and returned to bed.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Tingyun Shi could not stand it anymore and wanted to get off the bed, but his hand was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back, dragging the green tent down, and the light veil covered the two of them and slid down to the ground with the undulating movements.

After remembering everything, Yuanheng Yan's first reaction was to test Tingyun Shi's body temperature.

Last night, Tingyun Shi's fever has gone down, and the fever is only low to the touch.

Only after confirming that he was fine did Yuanheng Yan bother to blush.

He stammered, "...... Suchang, I didn't mean to offend ......"

Tingyun Shi pillowed on his arm, his voice hoarse: "Then, report to the thirteenth prince, I was intentionally offended, please the thirteenth prince to punish."

Yuanheng Yan : "......!!!"

Tingyun Shi came closer to look at him, eyes with a smile, but cheeks are gradually reddened.

Yuanheng Yan stared blankly at his slightly red lips, his throat knot rolled up and down discreetly, his eyes looked like he was watching a beautiful dream.

He tentatively moved forward a little.

Tingyun Shi tilted his head to look at him.

Yuanheng Yan plucked up courage and was about to kiss him, but Tingyun Shi ducked back and he kissed him in vain.

Yuanheng Yan's face reddened instantly and she looked at Tingyun Shi with seven parts confusion and three parts aggression.

Tingyun Shi smiled and took the initiative to kiss him.

Yuanheng Yan's brain exploded in the end, thinking, really soft.

The tendons he was holding in his arms were hard and sturdy, characteristic of men, but a mouth that was hot and soft.

He hugged Tingyun Shi and kissed her with a red face and fascination, like a child eating candy, his lips tasting enough and then gently touching his cheeks, lips and nose.

Really good.

Tingyun Shi took the initiative to kiss the flower inlay on his forehead that he had not yet had time to remove, calling a halt to his childish actions.

He scares Yuanheng Yan: "Someone's coming."

Yuanheng Yan covered his head with the blanket and said in a small voice, "Don't scare people. Sleep a little longer."

Outside the tent there has been the sound of walking, two people curled up in this small world, feeling a little nervous, but also hard to hide the full of sweetness.

Yuanheng Yan got off the ground with his weak legs, put on some clothes, opened the curtain, and not surprisingly, saw Qing Ren, who was guarding the tent, not far from the tent.

Yuanheng Yan is the prince, how dare they, the guards, leave their posts without permission?

Yuanheng Yan said in as calm a voice as she could manage, "Draw some hot water."

Qing Ren didn't dare to raise his head: "Yes, Thirteenth Master."

The hot water was brought in by Yuanheng Yan himself, and he refused to let others see Tingyun Shi's wretched appearance.

He clutched a hand towel and wiped Tingyun Shi's fingers and arms, then lifted the covers and saw his thighs trembling uncontrollably, and couldn't help but blush and silently wipe the filth off them.

His heart rejoiced, but also some indescribable depression.

He re-cast the towel a few times and wiped Tingyun Shi clean before sitting on his knees on the edge of the bed and saying seriously, "Su Chang, I have something to say to you."

Tingyun Shi reluctantly propped herself up, "Well, I have something to say to you, too."

The two men were silent.

Yuanheng Yan : "You first?"

Tingyun Shi smiled: "How dare I rob the thirteenth prince first."

Yuanheng Yan sank a deep breath: "I thought a lot yesterday. Just now, I was also thinking. I think I have to give you an explanation. After returning to Wang City, I will beg my father for a position of Prince of the Border to guard the border with you ......"

Two twenty-year-olds, one sitting and one kneeling, discussing very seriously their feelings, and the way forward.

Tingyun Shi listened patiently to Yuanheng Yan's heartfelt thoughts and said, "Suchang also has a thought."

Yuanheng Yan : "You talk, I listen."

Tingyun Shi said, "The dignity of the throne is not an ordinary crown that you and others can push around. Zhao Yuan knows that his talent is inferior to yours, so he has given up for many years and wasted himself for many years.

This is exactly what Yuanheng Yan has in mind.

"And the emperor's years of favor, Consort Yan years of longing, and how can it be said to throw away?"

The mother of Yuanheng Yan is the position she held before she was reprimanded.

Tingyun Shi said slowly, "I agree with Zhao Yuan's reasoning of having fun in time, but you and I are different from Zhao Yuan because of our nature. You have the Yan family and I have an army in the North, both of which have attachments, which are difficult to leave behind."

"The Yan family's rivers and mountains may be otherwise glorious when left to others; but I want to see what it would be like if it were in your hands."

Yuanheng Yan looked at Tingyun Shi and felt as if he had lived more than ten years longer than himself, sober, sensible, old, and gentle in his words.

"But you ......" Yuanheng Yan heard his voice, it is difficult to hide his heartache, "and what are you going to do? What should we ...... do?"

"Your heart and mine are already connected to each other. I, Tingyun Shi, have no more regrets in this life." Tingyun Shi said with a smile, "I made a big mistake in the past ...... and deserve to atone for the souls who died in vain. If I were to take over the Yan family dynasty again, I would be too greedy."

Yuanheng Yan guessed that the "big mistake" he was referring to was his misplaced faith in Ziling Chu.

He said with relief, "The fault is not yours ......"

"The fault lies with me. I will not shift the blame." Tingyun Shi said, "I, Tingyun Shi, will die for the sake of the Yan family and the people."

Yuanheng Yan did not say another word, but looked at Tingyun Shi, not knowing whether to be disappointed or sad.

Tingyun Shi also knew that it was too much to say such a thing after the pleasure of this □□.

But some words must also be stated at this time.

He has a scar in his heart, a scar that is cut up and sewn up again, perhaps a lifetime of vague pain, so that he can not enjoy happiness.

Tingyun Shi was planning not to say anything for the rest of her life, so it was a good thing that she had an accident with Yuanheng Yan.

Yuanzhao Yan's words on the riverbank finally gave him the determination to deal with the situation head-on.

Tingyun Shi said solemnly: " Tingyun Shi understands his own heart, a lifetime promised to the country, will not marry. In the future, if you can be the emperor, three palaces, six houses, the main palace queen, since it is not less. I will not have extra expectations, so let's leave it like this ......"

Yuanheng Yan interrupted him, "There won't be."

Yuanheng Yan always abide by the etiquette, seldom interrupt others, it seems to be when really anxious.

Tingyun Shi laughed a little helplessly, thinking, childish words.

He said, "Well, don't gamble with me. That is you say not to marry, you can not account for the matter of the heir alone."

Yuanheng Yan said straightforwardly, "I only ask you one question, in your heart, besides the Yan family rivers and mountains, the people's peace, can you have me?"

This question made Tingyun Shi's heart ache a little.

He inclined his head, not nodding or shaking it.

Without saying a word, Yuanheng Yan rolled out of bed, got down on one knee, and looked up at Tingyun Shi, who was leaning on the bed.

Tingyun Shi was a little surprised and couldn't straighten up, so he could only look at him sideways.

Yuanheng Yan did not know what to say to make Tingyun Shi believe his words, so he clutched the clothes on his chest and said word for word: "...... If you do not have me in your heart, you are the first person Yuanheng Yan heart pleased. "

"If you have me in your heart, you are Yuanheng Yan's beloved one world."

Tingyun Shi's eyes are slightly warm: "...... What is one world?"

Yuanheng Yan said, "In one world, you only have me and I only have you."

He wanted to shake Tingyun Shi's hand, but because of his shyness, he only dared to hold on to the quilt he had draped over the edge of the couch: "...... One day, a book of history, if you and I are lucky enough to be on it. That is the marriage book for you and me."

Tingyun Shi leaned over, grabbed the blanket, and laughed out loud, but tears fell.

......

Ten years later.

In the twenty-ninth year of Jianping, the emperor felt old and energetic and gave way to the crown prince, the thirteenth son, and retired to the position of the emperor.

In the winter of Jianping 29, Yuanheng Yan, the thirteenth son of the emperor, ascended the throne and changed the name of the country to Yongan.

According to folklore, Yuanheng Yan, the thirteenth son of the emperor, went to Zhennanguan to garrison the border for two years when he was young and made a great achievement, and made a marriage there, married a woman as his wife, and was about to enter Wang City when the woman died of a sudden illness. Yuanheng Yan loved this woman so much that he refused to take another wife, and was unwilling to look at other women, but in the 24th year of Jianping, he adopted the third son of Yuanzhao Yan, the sixth son of the emperor, and raised him as his own son.

Since he ascended to the throne, only when his father rewarded him with the enlightenment of the palace maid sealed a not low position, it is no longer a concubine, the post vacant, he did not mention the re-establishment of the matter, no matter how the officials advise, he only blandly said, this is my family matters.

The two imperial historians still want to persuade, Yuanzhao Yan aside is unable to listen, shake a fan, laughing: "Liu imperial historian, Zhang imperial historian such urgency, is the desire to personally enter the palace to serve the emperor? If the two lords have this idea, the king can introduce the two to the palace ......"

Liu and Zhang said they didn't dare, and wiped their sweat and went out of the hall.

Yuanzhao Yan took it as a joke and wrote to Tingyun Shi, who was guarding the border.

At that time, Tingyun Shi was already a famous general in the world.

The armistice was signed, but the Nan Southerners were still on the move.

Two years ago, when the border war started again, he fought with Muer Tie's own army and nearly killed him with an arrow. Since then, Nan Southern has lost his temper and suffered two more crushing defeats before he went into a quail-like hibernation.

Tingyun Shi opened Yuanzhao Yan's letter and laughed from the beginning to the end at his mixed-up words.

Yeshu Li sharpened his ink, and seeing him so cheerful, he smiled and said, "My lord, seeing you so cheerful, I guess it is the Sixth Prince who has come to write."

He has been washed out by the beacon fire a Ying Qi, long gone that cried out to die also to go with him to the side of the shadow of a young boy.

He was married to a Nan Southern woman and now has children all over the camp, but when Tingyun Shi is around, the nagging doesn't stop.

Tingyun Shi laughed: "General Li, I'm thirty years old, and I'm still considered a male son."

Yeshu Li naturally said, "The gongzi is the gongzi of Ah Shu for a moment, and the gongzi of Ah Shu for a lifetime."

Tingyun Shi reached out and patted his head, and Yeshu Li, with a tame smile, continued to sharpen his ink, with a peaceful light in his eyes.

Tingyun Shi opened the next letter again.

Only Tingyun Shi's name was written on the envelope, but by looking at the handwriting alone, he could recognize who the letter came from.

He unfolded three pages of letterhead.

The man was really boring, brief and concise, saying that things in life, the forest, but also only wrote two pages.

Tingyun Shi muttered unhappily and turned to the last page.

At that moment, the wind outside the tent, embroidered with " Beifu Army " three words of the dark red army flag rolled up, hunting flying, the flag shadow winding, like dragon wings.

Yeshu Li used a paperweight to press the letter aside, fearing that it would be blown away by the incoming wind.

Tingyun Shi looked up, looked out of the tent, and did not feel a smile.

He held in his hand the letter that the man had sent.

On the last page, are his restrained but powerful words: "...... If there is a long wind around the flag, that is I am thinking of you."