A pair of clearly articulated, white and slender hands pressed against his chest. Each finger is shiny and slender, like weightless feathers, touching his heart.
Looking up, the delicate lips came into view. The lips were covered with lustrous luster and blushing blood, which was so red that it made people feel bloody. The man seemed to be saying something, his lips moved slightly, and he could faintly see the white teeth and red soft tongue inside. The faint medicinal fragrance wafts around the body, everywhere and lingering.
He should be in his arms. When this thought surfaced, Yi Yan couldn't bear it any longer, folded his arms, and hugged the person in his arms. With a gentle touch, the pleasant medicinal fragrance disappeared instantly, and the man struggled, accompanied by whimpering, and a touch of blood.
He should let him not be afraid and let him smile again. But he couldn't do it. It was like a fire was burning in his body, which made him tremble and his heart beat like a drum. Holding the slender waist firmly, he leaned over and kissed it. Lips like petals trembled around his lips, soft and seductive trembling.
In the struggle, their limbs gradually intertwined, long arms wrapped around his neck, nails wedged into the flesh. It was cold, it was hot, it was all the joy he could feel, it was pain, it was dying yearning. Ruoyouruowu's breathing is always in his ear, like crying, like forgiveness, like low panting...
until the man called out.
"Yi Yan."
The voice was clear and peaceful, with a faint smile. Just like every call in the past.
Yi Yan suddenly opened his eyes!
There was no one in front of him, only tall wooden beams hung from the roof. The room was empty, with neither low couch nor table, and no medicinal scent that could not be dissipated. This is not the bedroom in the main courtyard, but the barracks of the camp, which he has moved here since the new camp was built.
The tensed heart fell into place, and immediately, an indescribable feeling flooded into my heart. Yi Yan suddenly lifted the thick linen quilt, and the fine sweat beads all over his body were agitated by the cold wind and turned into cold sweat, but he didn't care about that, instead he stared at the wet crotch, biting tightly. teeth. Why dream of this? !
Pulling off his stained undershirt, he jumped up from the bed and walked to the door. There was still some water left in the basin. He didn't care about the temperature of the water, so he picked up a handful and slapped it hard on his face.
Biting coldness seeped into the ice water, causing slight pain. But it doesn't hurt enough! Yi Yan felt that his whole body was shaking, because of the cold and because of anger. Since that day, he has dreamed of absurd things for three consecutive days, but this is the first time that a real face has appeared in the dream. How dare he dream of this? !
That's the lord! It was the benefactor who saved him and the clan! Teach him the art of war and calligraphy, and entrust him with the scriptures and all the trust, and treat him like a disciple of his family! He should have respected him and loved him, how could he dare to be so blasphemous? !
The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the room, and Yiyan punched the floor. Blood spurted out, but he ignored the wound on his hand, instead jumped up, put on his robe, took off his bow and arrow, and strode towards the school grounds.
In the past few days, the army has also been on vacation, and the school grounds are empty, and there is no half-person figure. Holding the bow, he walked to the straw target. Taking a deep breath, Yi Yan raised the strong bow in his hand, the bow string hummed, the arrow shot swiftly, rubbing the grass target and flew out. Another arrow, another arrow... Every time the bow sounded, it was like beating his internal organs, tearing his arms, until the seventh arrow, the sound of a feather arrow, pierced the bullseye!
His body was soaked with sweat, but his breath was white, like a mist condensed in front of him. Yiyan lowered her sore arm. It was something he shouldn't have dreamed of. But in the dream, there is only joy that cannot be concealed...
"Yingzheng!" A scout strode towards this side, "There is news from Taihang Pass that Luoyang City is broken..."
The voice came suddenly, and Yi Yan had turned around and looked straight at him. It was a frightening face. The gray-blue eyes went deep into the cold pool, showing both the murderous intent and the bitterness of resentment, as if he had inadvertently broken into some private forbidden area. Forgetting the words of fear, the scout opened his mouth, but did not squeeze out the rest of the words.
However, in just a moment, the expression on that face disappeared, and Yi Yan said coldly, "The King of Changsha has been defeated?"
"No... No!" The scout finally woke up and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty has cut the official position of the King of Changsha, and Luoyang Kaicheng has surrendered!"
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"What? The king of Changsha has been removed from his official position, and Luoyang has opened the city?" Just after a few days of rest, when he heard the shocking news, Liang Feng couldn't help straightening up and asked sharply, "When did this happen?!"
"After the sacrificial ceremony," Yiyan replied, "I'm afraid it will be a few days since the opening of the city."
"The situation is not right!" Liang Feng thought for a moment and said categorically, "The King of Chengdu attacked Luoyang, and Your Majesty is probably the one who is the most unwilling to see the city of Luoyang destroyed. Now there is no urgent news from Luoyang, and the official position of the King of Changsha is suddenly revoked, someone must be someone. Get in the way."
After coming here for more than half a year, Liang Feng has roughly figured out the ins and outs of this melee between the kings. The cause of the fight was Sima Zhong, the second son of Emperor Wu Sima Yan, who was the current emperor. When this guy was a prince, there were rumors that he was stupid, his IQ was worrying, and he couldn't control the world at all. After ascending the throne, Empress Jia Nanfeng, together with relatives and royal relatives, controlled the government, disrupted the court, killed auxiliary ministers, and killed the crown prince. Seeing that a single woman can usurp power, the Sima family's young and strong princes who are armed with heavy troops can't sit still.
Before this battle, Luoyang had changed hands several times. Now the princes inside and outside the city, Sima Ying, the king of Chengdu, and Sima Yi, the king of Changsha, were the closest blood relatives to Sima Zhong. They were half-brothers, and they were both Sima Yan's sons. This siege battle is also a wrestling between the two. Sima Yong, the king of Hejian, stood on Sima Ying's side, and his general Zhang Fang led tens of thousands of troops and was the vanguard of Sima Ying's army. The East Sea King Sima Yue and Dongying Company Ma Teng were trapped in Luoyang City by the chaos of soldiers.
In a war, there were a total of six Sima ethnic groups inside and outside the city, and it was not surprising that anything would happen. But in love and courtesy, it is impossible for the emperor to revoke Sima Yi's official title. No matter how stupid, after being dethroned by his uncle Zhao Wang Sima Lun once, Sima Zhong should know that the Chengdu King who wants to capture Luoyang has no good intentions, and it can be said that the Changsha King is his only support now! What's more, given the current situation where the vassal king is strong and the emperor is weak, it is hard to tell who controls Luoyang. How could the king of Changsha be easily removed from his official position
Then the person who cuts the official and arrests someone, I am afraid there is someone else. Luoyang was trapped, lacking water and food, which endangered the lives of the princes and nobles in the city. The King of Changsha was reluctant to surrender, and the DPRK and China were willing to lead the way. It can be said that this is a small palace coup. The king of Changsha violated the interests of most people, so he was imprisoned and imprisoned.
However, Liang Feng didn't care about the affairs in the courtroom, he was concerned about the situation in Luoyang. Now that the king of Changsha has been imprisoned, will his soldiers, who have been fighting desperately for months, be convinced? Will the group of enemy troops who were blocked outside Luoyang City, lost their soldiers and lost their generals, and fought a real fire, would be reconciled? Maybe there will be chaos in the city!
"Send someone into Luoyang immediately! Go to Shaofu to pick up Jiang Da back!" Liang Feng dared to neglect, if Luoyang city was in chaos, Jiang Da, a weak medical officer, would not be able to escape. Anyway, the city is also broken, and it should not be a problem to save someone in the name of the Taiyuan Wang family.
Yi Yan nodded: "I'll arrange it."
"Send a few more. If there are refugees, they can also bring them back through Taixing." He originally thought that there would be no more refugees before the spring, but now it seems that his thoughts are simple. It's just that these are easy to handle. After Luoyang is cleared, Sima Teng will also return to Bingzhou. I don't know if this guy will cause any more trouble after staying in Luoyang for so long.
Alas, none of these idiots from the Sima family will stop!
Just as he was thinking about it, Liang Feng shifted his gaze and suddenly caught a glimpse of the scar on Yi Yan's left hand. He couldn't help frowning and said, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Unexpectedly, Yi Yan's breathing stagnated: "I accidentally hit it while practicing."
This is clearly a self-inflicted injury by hammering the wall. Liang Feng's experience is so rich, he shook his head lightly: "These few days are the annual leave, you should rest for a few days, I'm afraid you will be busy after the new year. If you can't stay in the camp, you can go to the mansion, just look at it. Look at the progress of your writing."
Yi Yan gritted his teeth silently and nodded. He really couldn't refuse such an invitation. The wound on the fist was aching again, like a rope being pulled. It was just a dream, he shouldn't think too much about it...
"Go down and bandage the wound well. If you get injured in winter, it will be easy to get frostbite, and it will be difficult to cure." Seeing Yiyan bowing his head in silence, Liang Feng smiled, "Although the task is arduous, don't put yourself at risk. The pressure is too tight. Don’t worry, Luoyang will probably be in trouble for a while, and we still have room to buffer.”
This comfort comes with a fearless refreshment. Those remaining images in my mind disappeared like thin snow under the spring sun. Yiyan nodded vigorously, turned around and walked out.
Looking at the still straight figure, Liang Feng also sighed. There are still too few available. If there were a few more talents, why would the little guy Yiyan be pushed to such a degree
But now the people who can read are rich people. The so-called "poor families" were not really poor people, but were "prostitutes", that is, the small and medium-sized landlord class who could not be classified as gentry. If you want these people to take refuge, there is really no other way except to be rich and powerful. In this world, if you are an official, you will die, and if you are not an official, you will not be able to recruit people. It is really terrible. Maybe it's time to set up a class and find some war orphans and other children to cultivate their own forces
After a few years, you will be a group of grassroots personnel, just keeping up with the pace of team expansion. With a silent orientation in his heart, Liang Feng took out a piece of paper and quickly memorized it.