The incomplete parts of this story have already been automatically completed by the world, and it is even more cruel than Chu Xinian's three points.
Xie Jingyuan in "Qianqiu Marquis" is just a collateral descendant whose family was destroyed. He is ruthless and has a grudge against Emperor Yan to destroy his family. Later, he chose among the princes to join the prince's disciples and help him rebel, but he did not end well.
And now...
And now...
The story seems like nothing has changed, and yet it seems like everything has changed.
The only thing that remains unchanged is Xie Jingyuan. All the sufferings in the world have fallen on him.
The sun's shadow slants in outside the window, and the dust is faintly visible.
Xie Jingyuan saw Chu Xinian staring at his side face in silence for a long time, as if he was feeling a little sadder than himself. She reached out and hooked his neck, and whispered in Chu Xinian's ear like a joke: "Chu Xinian, if I had known I would meet you, I should have stopped my mother-in-law when she scratched my face... "
Xie Jingyuan touched his face: "She made me so ugly that I don't look very good with you."
Chu Xinian knew that Xie Jingyuan was deliberately joking, but he still couldn't help but tilted his head and kissed him on the lips. When their cheeks touched, I could still vaguely feel the uneven scars on Xie Jingyuan's face, as well as the years and past that had passed through the mountain of blood on the other side's body.
At this time, they no longer knew what to do to get closer, and everything fell into place.
Chu Xinian raised his hand and put down the curtain, and quietly pressed Xie Jingyuan under him. The latter paused, then realized his intention and slowly relaxed his tense body.
The brocade quilt is bright red and embroidered with complicated patterns. The bed curtain fell and blocked the sunlight outside, leaving only a shadowy red. They seemed to be back to the night when they first entered the house, panicked and throbbing. The nun sent by Concubine Mei stood outside and stared at them while they were having sex.
"General..."
Chu Xinian's voice was low and he quietly separated Xie Jingyuan's legs. His long black hair is scattered on his shoulders, and it is extremely touching for the immortal to be stained with lust.
Xie Jingyuan resembles his mother, with a feminine face, which becomes increasingly indistinguishable between male and female in the blurry light. For some reason, a thin layer of red appeared on his face, his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was also seductive, tightly wrapping around Chu Xinian's waist.
"Chu Xinian..."
Xie Jingyuan's chest was heaving up and down, and he had only a partial understanding of this kind of thing. But he thought nothing would hurt more than being injured on the battlefield. After a brief moment of tension, he relaxed.
While kissing him, Chu Xinian fumbled in the box cabinet in front of the bed, and then took out an exquisite flower-painted box. Xie Jingyuan didn't know why, and fell between the quilts, his eyes confused: "What is this?"
Chu Xinian seemed to smile: "General, why don't you take a guess?"
He opened the lid of the box and saw an unknown white ointment inside. He dipped his slender fingertips into it and soon melted it with his body temperature, turning it into a shiny piece.
“…”
Xie Jingyuan finally understood what it was and was disgusted with this fragrant thing. He raised his head slightly, licked Chu Xinian's slightly convex Adam's apple, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not a woman, what should I do with this."
Chu Xinian's Adam's apple twitched, and he pointedly said: "It's because the general is not a woman, so he needs to use it more."
Xie Jingyuan was still unwilling.
Chu Xinian smiled and had no choice but to wipe the balm on his fingertips on the quilt: "General, if you don't want to, just forget it."
It just needs something to lubricate it.
Xie Jingyuan only felt Chu Xinian's slender fingertips caressing the side of his face for a moment, then slowly moved to his lips, pressing them every now and then. Finally, it got a little wet and entangled with the tip of my tongue.
Xie Jingyuan's pupils shrank, but he heard Chu Xinian whisper in his ear in a hoarse voice: "General, give it a lick..."
He teased Xie Jingyuan's lips and tongue with two fingers, and finally added three. Xie Jingyuan wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but he couldn't. He was forced to lick the other person's fingertips until they were wet.
Chu Xinian saw that Xie Jingyuan's lips had a hint of red, and his eyes darkened for a moment. He finally took out his hand, but pulled out an ambiguous silver thread.
"General..."
He leaned over and kissed Xie Jingyuan again, grabbing the tip of his tongue that he could not retract before taking him with him to the bliss.
Xie Jingyuan has a thin waist. When he feels pain from the outside world, his body tightens unconsciously, and the outline of his muscles is faintly visible. He was unable to raise his head, and his fragile Adam's apple was exposed to the air, rolling up and down, and he continued to gasp.
"Chu Xinian... Chu Xinian..."
Xie Jingyuan's eyes turned red. He kissed the man on top of him desperately, covering his eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and finally fell on his neck. The jade pendant was pressed against the side of his face, feeling warm but suffocating.
In a daze, Chu Xinian felt wetness on his shoulders, and when he reached out his hand, he felt tears. But the sky was getting dark and nothing could be seen clearly. He gently bit Xie Jingyuan's earlobe, the hot breath sprayed on his neck, and an itch spread all over his body: "Lanting..."
Chu Xinian suddenly read out these two words, causing Xie Jingyuan's figure to freeze suddenly.
“Lanting…”
Chu Xinian called him by his old name over and over again. He kissed the salty liquid from the corner of Xie Jingyuan's eyes, licked it gently with the tip of his tongue, and said in a gentle voice, as if it spanned the entire time and space: "I will remember the general's name..."
Chu Xinian said: "I remember this name for the general..."
Such a character who has never appeared in his writings, such a flesh-and-blood character, is obviously not something that Chu Xinian's long and boring words can create, but this pain is closely connected with him.
If he writes and writes about the Spring and Autumn Period, he only wants to bestow all the best words in the world on Xie Jingyuan.
Prominent family, young talents, princes in white...
Go to Qionglin and climb the temple, fold begonias and draw red sleeves.
Is this the life Xie Jingyuan should have had
Xie Jingyuan heard the sound of "Lanting" in his ears and closed his eyes uncontrollably. He didn't speak, he just hugged Chu Xinian very tightly and allowed the other party to occupy and plunder him. After a long time, he muttered to himself: "Chu Xinian..."
"If you had never been here, I would have died in this life, and there would be no regrets. But now that you have come, if I were to die now, I would feel full of regret..."
A person filled with hatred cannot be called a human being. Xie Jingyuan always felt that he had been dead for a long time, and every day he lived was another day of being a walking corpse.
But I don’t know since when, he also wanted to live...
I want to live with Chu Xinian...
I also want to help the prince ascend to the throne...
When he first got married, Xie Jingyuan may have had hopes in his heart that he didn't even know he had. It was very weak, like a fire lit in the wind and snow, gradually extinguished and lingering.
But Chu Xinian blocked the wind and rain from the outside for him, and also blocked the bitter hatred for the rest of his life.
Just as they were fighting to death, the system quietly appeared and made a "ding" sound:
Please note the host, the villain’s degree of blackness has been reduced to 35
Please note the host, the villain’s darkening degree has been reduced to 30
Obviously, its hope of breaking up Chu Xinian and Xie Jingyuan has become slim. The possibility is only slightly higher than that of a man giving birth to a child.
The moonlight outside was quiet, and the chirping of cicadas covered up the soft breathing coming from the closed door.
Skylark sat on the steps outside and kept vigil. This time he did not knit grasshoppers anymore, but took an embroidery booth and lowered his head to embroider. Her martial arts skills are not as good as Jiu Yong's, so naturally she cannot hear the movement in the room. She only occasionally wonders in her heart, what the young master and General Xie are doing in the room, and they don't come out all afternoon. Isn't it boring
Jiuyong's five senses are very sensitive. He can not only hear everything going on inside, but he can also vaguely pick out a few details. He had a strange look on his face, frowning and thinking for a long time, but he couldn't imagine the scene inside.
General…
How could the general...
Skylark lowered his head for a long time, inevitably feeling numb. She raised her hand and rubbed the back of her neck. Her eyes glanced at Jiuyong inadvertently, but as if she had discovered a new world, she asked in slight surprise: "Master Jiuyong, why is your face so red?"
Jiuyong acted rigorously and never drank alcohol while on duty. After much deliberation, Yunque could only come to the conclusion that the other party had suffered from the cold. Thinking of how the other party had suffered the cold last time and was covered in bloodstains, he couldn't help but pause. .
When Jiuyong heard Yunque's question, his fingertips twitched and he almost couldn't hold the sword. His already frowned brows couldn't help but tighten a bit, his face was cold and he said nothing.
When Yunque saw that he didn't answer, he stood up and patted the dust on his skirt, packed up the embroidery shed and left. But he came back not long after, and this time he placed a bottle of medicine for colds on the steps.
"Here, it's for you."
Yunque sat on the steps and gently pushed the porcelain bottle towards Jiuyong. When he smiled, he had two dimples, but he couldn't see them clearly in the dark.
Jiuyong looked at her and didn't move.
He never understood why Xie Jingyuan got entangled with the second young master of Quyang Houfu.
But I don’t know why, but now I suddenly understand something...
"Thank you."
Jiuyong raised his long sword and directly knocked the bottle of medicine into the air, then raised his hand to catch it and stuffed it into his arms without looking. The voice was cold, and there was still no emotion, which made people almost doubt whether he had said the words just now.
Hey, ice cube face.
Skylark propped his head, muttering quietly in his heart, and at the same time couldn't help but look at the closed door. Is it her imagination? There seemed to be some noise coming from inside just now
The long night is coming to an end and the sun is rising.
The morning market in Kyoto City has gradually become lively, with merchants and people coming and going. A white dove flapped its wings and flew into the general's mansion, then landed on the eaves and cooed twice.
Jiuyong flew up, grabbed the pigeon in his hand, took off the bamboo tube on its leg, and then let it fly towards the inner courtyard.
It's already time, and Xie Jingyuan hasn't gotten up yet.
Jiuyong didn't dare to go in, so he could only knock twice through the window: "General, there is a secret message."
The room was quiet, without any movement. After a while, Xie Jingyuan's lazy and hoarse voice sounded, with some kind of post-mortem satisfaction: "I know, leave it outside the window..."
Jiuyong could only put the secret letter on the windowsill, and then slowly took two steps back. Not long after, Chu Xinian, wearing a white coat, opened the window and took the secret letter inside.
The window closed again.
Chu Xinian returned to bed, took the sleepy Xie Jingyuan into his arms, looked at the small bamboo tube in his hand and smiled: "General, I have a secret message."
Xie Jingyuan hummed: "Just take a look."
His exposed shoulders were covered with red marks, and it was easy to see how intense the fight was yesterday. Lying lazily in Chu Xinian's arms, he didn't even bother to lift his eyes.
Chu Xinian opened the bamboo tube and slowly unfolded the note hidden inside. He didn't know what he saw. He curled his lips slightly and chuckled: "Yesterday, King Jin accompanied Concubine Mei to the mountain to worship the Buddha. On the way, he met a Taoist master who said he was very good. The king of Jin was dubious and took the master back to his mansion. "
After he finished speaking, he concluded: "Prince Jin has picked up a 'treasure' and brought it back."