In the end, Yu Yan didn't say the rest that day.
He and Mu Yungui have been friends for so many years, saying that they are masters and servants, more like confidants. He was regarded as a confidant, but he wanted the mark of others, how could he say this.
Yu Yan wanted a face.
But anyway, it's settled anyway.
A few days later, Meng Changzhou really proposed to King Yan to resign and return to his hometown on the grounds of his advanced age.
On the day his family left Jiangdu, Yu Yan personally went to see him off at the gate of the city.
Now that the New Year's Eve has just passed, according to his meaning, he will set off now, just in time to return to his hometown before the New Year's Day.
"It's about time to go, Lord Meng is still unwilling to tell me who ordered you?" Yu Yan took Meng Changzhou away from the crowd and asked leisurely.
"The old man has already resigned from office, so he can't bear this lord."
Meng Changzhou changed into plain clothes, and his spirit was much better than before.
In the distance, a young woman is pacing back and forth with her infant child in her arms, as if trying to put the child to sleep before leaving.
In the carriage, the female family members could still be heard chatting and laughing.
Several servants gathered around the carriage, doing the final salute.
Busy, but also very harmonious.
Meng Changzhou retracted his gaze and said, "Furthermore, the answer is not important to you, Second Highness, is it?"
"Your Majesty has not established a Crown Prince yet. Your Highness wants to ascend to a high position. Every prince is your obstacle. In the eyes of all princes, you are also an obstacle."
"...Since they are both enemies, is there any difference in who made the move?"
Yu Yan was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Master Meng said this, do you think that His Highness will kill each other?"
Meng Changzhou did not answer.
Yu Yan said again, "Let's change the question. Who do you think is the most suitable prince among these princes?"
King Yan had four sons and two daughters, the third princess was married far away, the sixth princess was young, and the remaining four were likely to compete for the throne.
Meng Changzhou said without hesitation, "The eldest prince is good at strategy, the fourth prince is good at martial arts, and the fifth prince has the support of the queen, all are possible."
Yu Yan: "…"
So he can't.
"It's just..." Meng Changzhou's conversation changed, "The fourth prince is first-rate in military operations, but he is a little inferior when it comes to political affairs. The fifth prince is still young, and his ambition is not here. In this way... "
Yu Yan: "Only the eldest brother is left."
Meng Changzhou didn't say anything else, and bowed to Yu Yan: "That's all I have said, I hope Your Highness will take care of you."
"Master Meng should also take care of your body." Yu Yan patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "I'm still waiting for the day you see me ascend to the throne with your own eyes."
"The old man will wait and see."
Yu Yan watched the carriage drive away from the city gate before returning to his carriage.
"Go back to the palace."
Mu Yun was waiting beside the carriage, heard the words and answered "yes", and helped Yu Yan to the carriage.
The carriage turned around and drove towards the palace.
There are hot tea snacks in the carriage at all times, all prepared according to Yu Yan's preferences. Yu Yan suddenly felt a strange feeling when he saw Mu Yungui kneeling in the carriage to help him make tea.
Although Mu Yungui took care of him in the past, the relationship between the two at that time was pure and flawless, and Yu Yan never thought about it.
now...
This man looks like his little lover.
However, compared to the concubines of other princes and nobles in the imperial city, his little lover is not only able to call and sleep, but also to fight without spending money, so one person can use more than one person.
In these days, Mu Yungui played the role of his bed partner, and he did his due diligence. Whenever and wherever Yu Yan wanted, he would be satisfied without any complaints.
Not only was he obedient on the bed, but he was even more considerate under the bed, which was better than before.
It can't go on like this.
Yu Yan supported his chin, thinking a little melancholy.
If it goes on like this, what should he do if he can't look down on other people in the future
Do you want the overlord to bow hard
These days in the palace are bustling times.
After New Year's Eve every year, the King of Yan will hold a big banquet, summon talented people from all over the world, and enter the palace to perform songs and dances. From the top officials in the court to the concubines and concubines of the harem, everyone can participate in the celebration and celebrate the New Year together.
This celebration will continue until the New Year's Day.
For half a month, the entire imperial city went up and down, indulging in pleasure and excitement.
Of course, Yu Yan always scoffed at this kind of labor-intensive matter.
He changed the sedan chair at the entrance of the palace, crossed the most lively halls in the center of the palace, and returned to his bedroom.
Yu Yan was happy and quiet, and the location of the palace was relatively remote, which contrasted sharply with the liveliness of the center.
During the New Year's celebration, the masters of the palaces usually give the palace servants a few days of spring break, allowing them to enjoy singing and dancing or go out to visit relatives in the palace.
Yu Yan Palace is no exception.
There are only a few guards left in the dormitory now, Yu Yan brought Mu Yun back into the hall, and then turned around and closed the door of the dormitory.
In the past, this would only be the case when Yu Yan wanted to do that shit with Mu Yungui.
Mu Yungui asked: "Master, you..."
Yu Yan closed the gate of the palace and ordered, "I want you to leave Jiangdu."
Mu Yungui was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Is it because of Meng Changzhou?"
"Yes." Yu Yan said, "The assassination of the mission failed, Meng Changzhou resigned and returned to his hometown. Today, I deliberately went to the city gate to see him off. If you were the messenger behind the scenes, what would you think?"
Mu Yun returned and said, "My subordinates will think that Meng Changzhou may have been betrayed."
He paused for a while, then said again: "Does the master think that someone will kill Meng Changzhou halfway?"
Yu Yan nodded.
Mu Yungui thought for a moment, and then asked: "But isn't it too late to start? It's been more than half a month since the mission assassinated, why didn't he come earlier..."
Yu Yan said, "If he doesn't want to be discovered by me, he wouldn't dare to kill people in the imperial city."
Mu Yungui frowned: "Master still doubts the Fifth Highness?"
"I doubt anyone." Yu Yan lit the candles on the wall, and the slightly beating lights illuminated the empty hall.
Seeing that Mu Yungui was still puzzled, Yu Yan smiled: "Actually, there is no need to think so much, no matter who is behind the scenes, or whether Meng Changzhou betrayed or not, as long as he knows this secret, he will not be able to return home alive. ."
"And I guess, the other party should make a move soon."
Mu Yungui: "Master wants me to protect Meng Changzhou?"
"You don't have to be so concerned, but if someone wants to attack him in the middle of the road, I hope you can catch one or two." Yu Yan glanced at Mu Yungui and whispered, "No, one is fine. , as long as you don't kill them all."
"… Yes."
Yu Yan asked, "What else do you want to say?"
Mu Yungui said truthfully: "This subordinate is worried about your safety."
During the spring break, the palace was mixed, it was the most dangerous time, how could Mu Yungui leave with confidence.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful these days." Yu Yan raised a hand and said with all due respect, "I promise, before you come back, you will never leave the palace or run around. There are guards and guards in the palace. Who dares to do something to me in the palace? And..."
Yu Yan smiled slyly, and said in a low voice, "Sneak away when you go out, don't let anyone find out."
"...We play the empty city plan."
The doors and windows of the dormitory room were not opened, only the candlelight beat, gilding the young man's handsome face with a soft golden light.
Sitting at the table, he winked mischievously towards Mu Yungui, with a confident and smug look in his eyes.
Mu Yungui actually looked a little stunned.
He looked away and said sternly, "Yes, my subordinates understand."
Mu Yungui turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yu Yan: "Wait a minute."
The easy-going young man just now seemed to disappear in an instant, Yu Yan's eyes wandered around, and he said vaguely: "Well... what did we do last time, has it been several days."
Mu Yungui replied, "Returning to the master, three days have passed."
Yu Yan's fragrant fragrant fragrance recovered a lot after he stopped using the incense, and the time that a temporary mark could last gradually became longer.
But this time is special.
Meng Changzhou returned to his hometown, and he said he would take three days on the road. Mu Yungui went back and forth, and naturally, five or six days of scenery were indispensable.
The last temporary mark will definitely not last for so long.
Yu Yan's ears turned a little red, and he whispered, "Can you... can you help me get it done before leaving?"
Of course it is possible.
Mu Yungui's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded seriously: "Yes."
He walked over to Yu Yan.
But he soon discovered the problem.
Temporary marking requires Kun Jun to be fully emotional. In the past, Yu Yan's Xinxiang couldn't hold back first, so that he fell into emotion, Mu Yungui was able to inject Xinxiang through the glands at the back of his neck.
But Yu Yan is not emotional now.
Temporary marking cannot be done this way.
Yu Yan quickly thought of this.
The members of the royal family will systematically learn how to control the incense and the knowledge about the universe after differentiation. But because a certain second prince, His Royal Highness, has been pretending to be Ganjun since the differentiation period, he has never learned these things.
He didn't even know how Kun Jun could release Xinxiang!
This is embarrassing.
There was a momentary stalemate in the atmosphere.
Yu Yan lowered his head, even his neck was red: "This... how can this be good?"
Meng Changzhou had been away for a while, and Yu Yan brought Mu Yungui back to the palace for temporary marking. Originally thought that counting the time marked, it would be more than enough for Mu Yungui to rush over.
Unexpectedly, it was him who fell off the chain.
If it was delayed any longer, Meng Changzhou's body might be cold.
In fact, Mu Yungui is not uninterested, as long as he is in front of this person, he can't really be pure-hearted. However, as a martial artist, especially a shadow guard, what you need to learn at the beginning of differentiation is how to control Xinxiang.
Therefore, if Yu Yan can't be emotional for a long time, as long as Mu Yungui releases a hint of incense to induce him.
Yu Yan also has the temporary mark of Mu Yungui, which can easily be aroused by desire.
But Mu Yungui didn't want to say it.
The nasty little thought in his heart prevailed, and he stood beside Yu Yan with his eyes lowered, his expression as usual, and he waited patiently.
He wanted to know, what would his little master do
Suddenly, Mu Yungui's fingers hanging by his side were lightly touched.
Yu Yan's hands were cold, and there was a little sweat on his palms. He looked very nervous, his cheeks were all red, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a small shadow on his face.
Yu Yan tentatively touched Mu Yungui's hand, then gathered up his courage and held it tightly, even the end sound was trembling nervously.
"Would you like... or, would you touch me?"
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The red envelope of this chapter has been sent, and I have failed. Chapter 10 is more difficult to write. I don’t want to write it out for you to read in order to catch up with the number of words. I have to grind it slowly.