As soon as the words came out, Liang Feng realized that his tone was inappropriate, and immediately changed his tone: "Han Shi San can confuse people's minds, or be frantic, or indulge, and what they do is absurd. That day... You don't have to take it to heart."
His tone was neither light nor heavy, and there was a kind of business-like consolation. Cold Food Powder has such a bad name. After taking the medicine, they would draw their swords to chase flies, or start maddening concubines at the banquet. It can be said that the wind of Ren's birthday in Jin Dynasty was not without the effect of medicine powder.
This is a perfectly valid explanation, and an irrefutable excuse. An excellent reason for both of them to be respectable and to bypass that embarrassing past.
However, Yi Yan's shoulders shook. After kneeling for so long, the body that was almost integrated with the furnishings in the house gained popularity. It is not vivid, nor calm, but rather embarrassed, like dead leaves in the cold wind. With just a little more strength, it will fall off the treetops and shatter.
"My lord, let me... forget?" Yi Yan raised his head and used those blue eyes to lock the figure of the person on the couch.
There was also a trembling in his voice, like a murmur. It was a tone that only a brokenhearted person would have, and what flickered in those eyes was the desperate gamble that was forced into the corner.
Liang Feng couldn't help but closed his eyes. Oops.
He is not stupid. Although he was still in the chaotic period after the coma, his mind was also foggy and dizzy. But he was well aware of the messy affairs. It was not an "accident". He was taking medicine, his head was unclear, and he could not control himself like any addict. But what about Yiyan? He didn't take medicine, and there was no reason for him to lose his mind and be forced to act. If he wanted to, there were totally a hundred ways to restrain himself and let the medicinal properties dissolve.
But he didn't.
Instead, some are just frenzy. It's the passion of the lips and tongues that can't wait to rub each other into the bone marrow. He still had countless finger marks on his body, and as long as he closed his eyes, he could remember the maddening squeeze on his crotch. No one would take "accidents" to such a degree.
Yi Yan has a different idea for him, and this idea was lured out of the limit of self-control by a drug addiction.
Liang Feng naturally couldn't accept such a thing. That's Yi Yan! It is the general he has cultivated by himself, who is regarded as a confidant, as a close person to his disciple!
Liang Feng has been in love for half his life, but he has never talked to a man, never even thought about it. This kind of thing, put it on other besties, he can still join in the fun, and put it on himself, it's not that kind of thing!
Because of this, he gave the steps ahead of time. If you want to hide what you should hide, keep hiding. Even if you don't see it, you don't even hear it. However, the man in front of him did not follow the ladder to finish the remaining decent road.
"The lord can hate me and drive me away, but let me forget it, but absolutely can't..." Yi Yan trembled even more. When he noticed the dodge in the eyes of the lord, he knew that there was no possibility of turning things around.
He could have held back, he could have been a loyal minister and good general for a lifetime, just to stay by that person's side. But everything was ruined, and people were caught off guard. Compared with hatred, he was more afraid of dodging and perfunctory in that person's eyes, afraid that everything would disappear and leave no trace.
That look is so embarrassing that people can't bear to see it. Liang Feng grabbed the quilt by his hand, and felt that the cold sweat broke out on his body: "Yi Yan, you are still young and will be misled by certain emotions. You still have a bright future, why bother... like this."
He actually knew that his words were pale and powerless, but in the face of such a situation, what words could be appropriate
"My lord save me Yu Mochen... If there is no lord, where would I be today?" Yi Yan seemed to have stopped the terrifying tremor a little bit, stood up slightly, walked slowly on his knees, and crawled towards the bed.
His limbs are strong enough to support any movement, but this knee walk is staggering badly. It seems to be far away, and it is also like being drunk. However, at the same time as it collapsed, it was still relentless.
He knelt down in front of Liang Feng and said, "If the lord wants my life, you can reach out and take it. It's just that, after three years, I can't forget it for a moment..."
Yi Yan lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the floor. There, the corner of Liang Feng's robe drooped down, making this action like worship, but also like a kiss, that is, pious and humble, making people feel blocked.
He didn't touch himself. But Liang Feng felt his body tremble. Confused memories flooded my mind again. Liang Feng had quit Hanshisan, and he had also experienced a very painful withdrawal reaction. However, at that time, what he received was a dying body, and in his sensory nerves, there was no extreme pleasure brought by taking medicine.
So, he can quit. The ring is neat and tidy. I don't know the beauty, why should I be afraid to abandon it
But now, he has tasted the real cold food powder. That exhilarating, delightful, indescribable bliss. It can make people forget their troubles and climb to the peak of ecstasy. This is the most feared magic of drugs. And now, that feeling came back, as if the person within an arm was not kissing on the robe, but kissing the instep of his foot, stroking his itchy skin...
"Ridiculous!" Liang Feng's jaw also began to rattle. He stared at Yi Yan's bandaged hand and couldn't help but curse. This is all so fucking absurd!
Would Yi Yan go down this damn path if he changed to his original form? If you hadn't come to this hellish world, would you have encountered such a ridiculous scene
Why? Just because of this face
Yi Yan is the head coach of the Liang Mansion, and he is the general he cultivated! How will it end when it's like this? Or did he know that he couldn't give up, so he dared to coerce and gamble
"absurd!"
Anger and panic surged at the same time, Liang Feng bent down and grabbed his legs with his nails. It's too itchy, it hurts too much, there is something out there that wants to get out and gnaw at his bones! How could he bear it! How could he bear it!
A muffled growl burst out of his throat.
Yi Yan raised his head abruptly, with a look of horror flashing in his eyes, and in the next moment, he rushed up and grabbed Liang Feng's wrist tightly: "My lord, your Danshi has been activated!"
Yiyan has seen this, seen such self-mutilation and madness. But he didn't expect that just one dose of Cold Food Powder would bring the lord back to the worst situation.
Liang Feng did not stop and continued to struggle. In the mind, the things that were still clear gradually became chaotic, and only the original desire remained. Give him something that can liberate him, give him comfort!
A hug wrapped tightly around him, arms like iron hoops, clasping his sternum. It was like being trapped in a cage, all his movements were suppressed, and even his lips touched something. It was something he was familiar with.
The jaws tapped into the flesh and tore the skin. The rough big hand tightly grabbed his shoulder blade. That feeling was so familiar that it even loosened his jaw for a moment.
"Get out..." Leaning on the bloody shoulder, Liang Feng spat out a few words with difficulty.
The man under him just trembled and raised his voice: "Qingmei! Call Doctor Jiang! The lord has a seizure!"
Just hearing this sentence, Liang Feng's consciousness was blurred again. And that rock-solid arm never left.
There was a panic outside, and Jiang Da strode in. Seeing the scene inside the house, his complexion changed: "Why did it happen so quickly?"
Yi Yan's eyes were red: "Is there any medicine to calm down the lord?!"
"Danshi attacks, there is no cure. Only take Hanshi Powder..." Jiang Dahen stomped his feet, "Damn it! How many doses did this thief use!"
"I can't take it anymore!" Yi Yan replied firmly.
This, how did Jiang Da not know? The protagonist's body is already weak, and he is terminally ill due to scattered virus. After three years of meticulous conditioning by himself and Ge Hong, he recovered to health. This time, it's all ruined!
"I can't do acupuncture right now. Quickly find a few people and tie the lord's hands and feet to avoid hurting others and hurting yourself when the attack occurs..." Jiang Da couldn't help but said when he saw the blood dripping from Yi Yan's shoulder.
"No. I can stand it. Don't let the lord get hurt." Yi Yan didn't let go of the person in his arms, on the contrary, he held him tighter.
"You... ah!" Jiang Da stomped his foot again, "Go and get the soothing incense! And my medicine box!"
Where can we manage so much, it is important to treat the disease first!
Ignoring the chaotic crowd, Yi Yan turned around and put his hand on the back of the lord's head. Silky black hair spilled from his fingers like a thick crow's feather. It seems that loosening it will make people fly away from the arms.
No one could let him go.
No one can!
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It took seven days to escape from Leping all the way to the north before Wang Ying returned to Youzhou. This journey is enough to be frightened. Originally, there were not many guards, and after a chaotic battle, it became a remnant of soldiers. And through the wars and chaos in Jizhou, how can fifty or sixty people be enough
Fortunately, he met a team of Youzhou soldiers who suppressed bandits along the way, and he was able to return to his homeland safely.
The experience that was so suffocating at first is now itchy. Although he is only a concubine, as the beloved son of Wang Jun, the governor of Youzhou, why has Wang Ying ever encountered such a tragic situation? This Liang Zixi must be called good-looking!
Back in Jicheng, Wang Ying went back to the mansion to freshen up first, but did not dare to stop, and went directly to his father's governor's mansion. This time, he must tell his father carefully about it!
However, when he entered the study, he saw Wang Jun's expression gloomy, sitting behind the desk. Seeing Wang Ying, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "You came back from Leping?"
"My lord, the child is incompetent, and I haven't completed the account..." Wang Yan choked in his throat and knelt down, "That Liang Zixi is too arrogant..."
Wang Jun raised his hand and stopped Wang Ying's words: "Shangdang, a letter has been sent."
"Ah?" Wang Ying couldn't help but stunned. Sending letters, arrived in Youzhou earlier than him? Liang Zixi sent it
Wang Jun picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it over: "You can take a look first."
Wang Ying took the letter and looked intently. I saw a line of words written on it, and the handwriting was very beautiful, but the content was confusing.
"The disease is unbearable, why is it that the stone is scattered and harmed? The Tao is different and not the same."
Shisan? What Shisan? Wang Ying raised his head blankly and met his father's stern face.
Seeing his son's expression, Wang Jun's face became even colder: "It is said that Liang Zixi was poisoned by the five stone powder you gave and almost died. Is there such a thing?"