After a night of chaotic dreams, Yan Yuanheng woke up on time.
He almost never drinks, so he doesn't know how sore he gets when he's drunk.
Yan Yuanheng rolled over and sat up in confusion, but he was not looking at the interior of the tent that he was familiar with.
The clothes hanger that he had always requested to be neatly fell down, and the clothes were thrown to the ground in pieces, white undershirts, golden belts, tangled in a mess, a pair of shoes in front of the bed, and a pair of shoes kicked randomly under the window.
Yan Yuanheng held his sore forehead and thought, drinking is really a mistake.
He turned his body and lifted the quilt to get up. He opened his mouth to call the guards to clean up: "Ren..."
Before he could say anything, someone covered his mouth.
Covering him was a bare, thin arm, on which was the scar-like calluses left after being used to pulling bows and arrows.
"Shh." Shi Tingyun embraced him from behind, "...I want to sleep a little longer, can the Thirteenth Prince be allowed?"
Just yesterday, when he couldn't get in through the door, these hands reluctantly held his hand and induced him to find the correct entrance.
"The thirteenth prince, this is the place..."
A thunderstorm rolled through Yan Yuanheng's mind, causing him to freeze.
After this point, countless fragments of last night flooded into his mind like a flood.
The ridiculous things they did last night have been done more than once.
Neither of the two cried out, but kept their voices deep in their throats.
Yan Yuanheng vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said a lot of stupid words, called Shi Tingyun's name, and whispered some straightforward words that made people blush and heartbeat.
He used honorifics, called him General Shi, and gently asked him to arch his waist higher, as if he was just a soldier under his command.
After eating the marrow and knowing the taste, the two rolled from the bed to the bottom of the bed. Yan Yuanheng hugged Shi Tingyun to the window, pressed it against the window, and faced the bright moon outside the window.
Shi Tingyun's waist was unbearable, and he slipped and knelt uncontrollably several times, but he was hugged by his waist and continued to go deeper.
Later, they left a pair of shoes by the window.
Yan Yuanheng embraced him and returned to the bed.
About half an hour later, Shi Tingyun couldn't take it anymore, and wanted to get off the bed, but just as he reached the curtain, he was grabbed by his ankle and dragged back, dragging the green curtain down, covered with a light gauze. The two of them fell to the ground following the ups and downs.
After remembering everything, Yan Yuanheng's first reaction was to stop the temperature of the cloud when he went to test.
After a mess last night, Shi Tingyun's heat actually subsided a lot, and it only felt like a low-grade fever.
After confirming that he was all right, Yan Yuanheng was red-faced.
He murmured: "... Su Chang, I didn't mean to offend... "
Shi Tingyun rested on his arm, his voice hoarse: "Then, I report to the thirteenth prince, this minister intends to offend, please punish the thirteenth prince."
Yan Yuanheng: "...!!!"
Shi Tingyun came closer to look at him, with a smile in his eyes, but his cheeks gradually turned red.
Yan Yuanheng stared blankly at his reddish lips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down cautiously, his eyes seemed to be looking at a beautiful dream.
He moved forward tentatively.
Shi Tingyun tilted his head to look at him.
Yan Yuanheng gathered up his courage and was about to kiss him, but when he saw Shi Tingyun and ducked back, he kissed empty.
Yan Yuanheng's face immediately flushed red, and he looked at Shi Tingyun with a seven-point confusion and three-point grievance.
Shi Tingyun smiled and took the initiative to kiss him.
Yan Yuanheng's mind exploded, thinking, really soft.
The muscles and bones in his arms are tough and strong unique to men, but his mouth is hot and soft.
He hugged Shi Tingyun, blushing and fascinated kiss and kiss, like a child eating candy, his lips have tasted enough, and then he gently touched his cheeks, lips, and the tip of his nose.
very nice.
Shi Tingyun took the initiative to kiss the Hua Dian on his forehead that he had no time to remove, and stopped his childish behavior.
He frightened Yan Yuanheng: "Someone is coming."
Yan Yuanheng covered his head with a quilt and whispered, "Don't be scary. Sleep a little longer."
There was already the sound of walking outside the tent. The two of them were curled up in this small world, feeling a little nervous, but it was hard to hide the sweetness in their hearts.
Yan Yuanheng went to the ground with his weak legs, put on some clothes, opened the curtain, and saw Ren Qing who was guarding the guard not far from the tent.
Yan Yuanheng is the prince, how dare these guards leave without permission
Yan Yuanheng was embarrassed, and said in his softest voice, "Get some hot water."
Renqing didn't dare to lift his head: "Yes, Master Thirteen."
The hot water was brought in by Yan Yuanheng himself, and he naturally refused to let others see Shi Tingyun's embarrassed appearance.
He grabbed the handle of the towel, wiped Shi Tingyun's fingers and arms, and lifted the quilt again, seeing that his thighs were shaking slightly uncontrollably, and he couldn't help blushing, and silently wiped the filth on it.
He was happy in his heart, but also had some indescribable depression.
He threw the towel a few more times, wiped Shi Tingyun's body clean, knelt down beside the bed, and said seriously, "Su Chang, I have something to tell you."
Shi Tingyun reluctantly propped himself up: "Well, I have something to tell you too."
The two were silent.
Yan Yuanheng: "You first?"
Shi Ting Yun smiled: "How dare I take the Thirteenth Prince first."
Yan Yuanheng sighed: "I thought about it a lot yesterday. I was thinking about it just now. I think, I always have to explain to you. After looking back at the city, I will beg my father for the position of the prince of the town and come to the border. Stay with you…”
Two 20-year-old young people, sitting and kneeling, discussing their feelings and the way forward very seriously.
Shi Tingyun patiently listened to Yan Yuanheng's thoughts, and said, "Su Chang also has a thought."
Yan Yuanheng: "You speak, I will listen."
Shi Ting Yun said: "The dignity of the throne is not an ordinary crown, which allows you and others to push around. Yuan Zhao knows that his talent is not as good as you, and he has given up for many years, and he has wasted himself for many years. If you just leave, how can you be worthy of his years of hard work?"
This remark is precisely on the stagnation in Yan Yuanheng's heart.
"And the emperor has loved for many years, and Concubine Yan has been looking forward to it for many years. How can you say that you can throw it away?"
Concubine Yan was Yan Yuanheng's mother's position before she was reprimanded.
Shi Tingyun said slowly: "I agree with Yuan Zhao's principle of having fun in a timely manner, but you and I have such a temperament, after all, we are different from Yuan Zhao. You have the Yan family, and I have the Beifu army, all of which have concerns, and it is difficult to concern them after all. throw."
"The Yan family's country may be handed over to others, and there may be another glory; but I want to see what it will look like if it is in your hands."
Yan Yuanheng looked at Shi Tingyun, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have lived more than ten years than himself, and his words were sober, rational, old, and gentle.
"But you..." Yan Yuanheng couldn't hide his heartache when he heard his voice, "what are you going to do? We... what should we do?"
"You and I have already communicated with each other. I have no regrets in this life." Shi Tingyun said with a smile to Yan Yan, "I made a big mistake in the past, and it should be atonement for the wronged soul who died. If I occupy it again The people of the Yan family are too greedy."
Yan Yuanheng conjectured that the "big mistake" he said was the wrong belief in Chu Ziling.
He reassured: "It's not your fault..."
"It's my fault. I won't pass the buck." Shi Tingyun said, "My wish for the rest of my life is to die in order to protect the Yan family and protect the safety of the people."
Yan Yuanheng didn't say a word, just looked at Shi Tingyun, I don't know if it was disappointment or sadness.
Shi Tingyun also knew that after this night of joy, it would be too unpleasant to say such words by himself.
But some words must also be stated at this time.
He has a scar in his heart, a scar that was cut open and then stitched up again. It may be a pain in his life, making him unable to enjoy happiness.
Shi Tingyun originally planned not to talk about it for the rest of his life, so he was wrong with Yan Yuanheng.
And Yan Yuanzhao's words on the river bank finally gave him the determination to deal with it head-on.
Shi Tingyun said solemnly: "Shi Tingyun understands his own intentions, and he will never marry in his life. expectations, we are like this…”
Yan Yuanheng interrupted him: "No."
Yan Yuanheng has always abide by etiquette and rarely interrupts others' speech, which seems to be in a hurry.
Shi Tingyun smiled helplessly, thinking, childish words.
He said, "Okay, don't get angry with me. Is that what you said you won't marry if you don't marry? You can't explain it just about the heir."
Yan Yuanheng said bluntly: "I just ask you, do you have me in your heart besides the Yan family and the peace of the people?"
When I asked this question, I felt a little heartbroken.
He turned his head away, neither nodded nor shook his head.
Yan Yuanheng said nothing, turned over and got out of bed, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at Shi Tingyun, who was leaning on the bed.
Shi Tingyun was a little surprised, but he couldn't straighten his waist again, so he could only look sideways at him.
Yan Yuanheng didn't know what to say to make Shi Tingyun believe his words, so he tightly grasped the clothes on his chest and said word by word: "...If you don't have me in your heart, you will be the first person Yan Yuanheng is happy with."
"If you have me in your heart, you will be Yan Yuanheng's whole world."
Shi Tingyun's eyes were slightly warm: "...What is the meaning of the world?"
Yan Yuanheng said: "In the world, you have only me, and I have only you."
He wanted to hold Shi Tingyun's hand, but because he was shy, he only dared to hold the quilt he was hanging on the side of the couch: "... There is a book of his daily history, if you and I are lucky, it is on it. That is the marriage book of you and me. ."
Shi Tingyun leaned over, grabbed the quilt tightly, and laughed softly, but tears fell.
…
Ten years later.
In the 29th year of Jianping, the emperor felt that he was old and his energy was not good, so he gave way to the thirteenth son of the crown prince and retired to the position of the supreme emperor.
In the winter of the 29th year of Jianping, the thirteenth son of the emperor, Yan Yuanheng, ascended the throne and changed the country's name to Yong'an.
According to folklore, Yan Yuanheng, the thirteenth son of the emperor, went to Zhennanguan to guard the border for two years when he was young. Yan Yuanheng loved this woman so much that he refused to marry another wife, and the woman next to him did not want to take another look. Only in the twenty-fourth year of Jianping, the third son of the sixth son of the emperor, Yan Yuanzhao, was raised by his side as his own. the son of.
Since he ascended the throne, he has only given him a high rank to the enlightened maid of honor that his father had given him, and he will no longer accept concubines, and his post will be vacant. Advice, he just said indifferently, this is my family business.
The two censors had to persuade them again, but Yan Yuanzhao, who was on the side, couldn't listen any longer. He waved his fan and said with a smile, "Yushi Liu and Yushi Zhang are so urgent, do you want to enter the palace to serve the emperor in person? With this thought, this king can introduce the two to the palace..."
Liu Yushi and Zhang Yushi repeatedly said that they did not dare, so they wiped their sweat and went out of the hall.
Yan Yuanzhao took this as a joke and wrote to Shi Tingyun, who was guarding the border.
At that time, Shi Tingyun was already a general who moved the world.
Although the armistice agreement has been signed, the people of southern Xinjiang are still eager to move.
Two years ago, the border war broke out again, and he fought with Timur's own army, almost killing Timur with an arrow. Since then, Southern Border's arrogance has been greatly reduced, and after two tragic defeats, it has been dormant like a quail.
Shi Tingyun dismantled Yan Yuanzhao's letter and laughed from the beginning to the end as he looked at his gossip.
Li Yeshu was grinding ink for him. Seeing him so happy, he smiled and said, "Young Master, seeing you so happy, I guess it's the letter from the Sixth Prince."
He has been washed by the beacon fire and has a heroic spirit, and he has long since seen the shadow of the young boy who was crying and shouting to go to the border with him.
He had already formed a good marriage with a southern border woman, and now the children have already run away, but when he stopped by Yun's side, there was no shortage of nagging words.
Shi Tingyun smiled: "General Li, I'm in my thirties, so I'm still a son."
Li Yeshu said naturally: "The son was Ashu's son for a while, and he was Ashu's son for the rest of his life."
Shi Tingyun stretched out his hand and patted his head, Li Yeshu laughed meekly and continued to polish his ink, his eyes were full of An Ran light.
Shi Tingyun opened the next letter.
Only Shi Tingyun's name was written on the envelope, but just by looking at the handwriting, he could recognize who the letter was.
He unfolded three pages of stationery.
That person is really boring, concise and to the point, talking about the things in life, all kinds of things, and only wrote two pages.
Shi Tingyun muttered in dissatisfaction and turned to the last page.
At this moment, the wind picked up outside the tent, and the dark red military flag embroidered with the three characters "Northern House Army" was rolled up, hunting and flying, and the flag's shadows were winding like dragon wings.
Li Yeshu used a paperweight to hold down the letters on the side, for fear of being blown away by the incoming wind.
Shi Tingyun raised his head, looked outside the tent, and smiled unknowingly.
He held the letter from the man in his hand.
On the last page are his restrained and powerful words: "...If there is a long wind around the flag, then I am thinking of you."