"Okay!" Jing Shao was very happy when he heard the words. He prepared a famous violin in the small study, just waiting for Jun Qing to open his mind and want to play a piece. Unfortunately, he has never heard it, let alone this one. The sound of jade flute.
Mu Hanzhang glanced at Jing Shao who was inexplicably excited, smiled helplessly, and put Qingyuxiao against her pale lips.
The moonlit night was quiet, the Xiao sound whimpered, with some ancient sense of desolation. Slowly and slowly, like the wind passing through the forest sea; ups and downs, like the moon reflecting the Chengjiang River.
Jing Shao didn't understand the rhythm very well, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the tune, because his eyes never left the person who played the flute. The moonlight fell on the light blue gauze, and the slender and lustrous hands pressed on the long jade flute. I only felt that the hands were warmer than jade.
The shimmering light in the river illuminated that handsome and unparalleled face, accompanied by the sound of the flute, Jing Shao seemed to see a blue phoenix, dancing under the moon, circling in the woods, soaring up to 90,000 miles...
"Why is it gone?" The Xiao sound stopped abruptly, and Jing Shao was far from listening enough, so he was dissatisfied.
Mu Hanzhang looked up at him: "Did you hear anything?"
"A green phoenix, soaring up, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and then what?" Jing Shao frowned, this kind of feeling of hearing half of the story was very uncomfortable.
Mu Hanzhang looked at him in surprise: "How can you hear so much?" This ancient song was handed down from ancient times, and the content is difficult to understand, not to mention those who don't understand rhythm, not even the violinist. Had to hear so much.
Jing Shao didn't expect that he would hear what he meant, so he couldn't help but smile proudly: "The ancients said that gold is easy to get, but bosom friends are hard to find. If you meet bosom friends, even if you are an old fisherman and a farmer, you can still understand it. I understand that it is not music, but He's the one who played the music." He reached out and took a strand of blue silk and wrapped it between his fingers.
Mu Hanzhang narrowed his eyes, and his handsome face was a little red in the moonlight: "Then do you know the name of this song?"
Jing Shao scratched his head, how could he know this? So, he smiled and sat beside his princess, took the person into his arms, and said to one ear, "I guess it's "Feng Qiuhuang"."
"Nonsense... uh..." Mu Hanzhang glared at him, and before he could finish speaking, his lips were blocked.
Jing Shao just tasted it, let him calm down, and then slowly separated, reached out to caress the cheek of the person in his arms, and said softly: "There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget it. The magnetic voice fluctuated like a chant, which was very moving.
Mu Hanzhang looked at him quietly and smiled slowly: "This song is called "Xiao Shao". There were nine chapters of Xiao Shao in ancient times, but now there are only three chapters left."
It turned out to be a residual song, Jing Shao nodded, no wonder he felt that he had not finished listening.
Seeing that he was still confused, Mu Hanzhang sighed helplessly: "Today is September nineteenth."
September nineteen? Jing Shao's eyes widened immediately, the nineteenth of September is not his birthday!
Since his mother passed away, apart from the routine rewards in the palace, he really hasn't celebrated his birthday properly. In the last life, he fought abroad for many years. Now, he doesn't even remember his birthday. It's hard for his own princess to remember, and he didn't forget to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for himself when he was injured.
"Junqing..." Jing Shao looked at the person in his arms. Today, all kinds of things were superimposed together, which suddenly made people feel mixed, and for a while, he didn't know where to start.
"You will be twenty years old from today, and it is too late to return to the capital to give you the crown..." Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips, the prince's crown is very important, and its solemnity also determines the possibility of his succession to the throne. Shao has lost his right of inheritance, and it doesn't matter whether he is honored or not.
"I already wore the crown when I was proclaimed the prince." Jing Shao saw the pity in the eyes of his own princess, and bursts of warmth filled his heart, "but I still lack a word, why don't you come and get it." The royal family actually has no watch. The name of the royal family is basically not called by anyone, let alone the word. Let Jun Qing pick one up, that is, they are just playing in private.
Mu Hanzhang leaned in his arms, and seeing that he didn't look sad, he secretly thought that he was thinking too much, and he rolled his eyes and said, "Xiao Shao Jiucheng, there is Feng Laiyi. Why don't you call it 'Jiu Xiao'."
"Nine flutes..." Jing Shao tasted the word carefully.
Ninety percent of Xiao Shao has Feng Laiyi. When the father and the queen gave him this name back then, they hoped that he would do the Divine Comedy of Xiao Shao that summoned the phoenix to bring peace to Dachen, instead of letting him be the dragon who competed for the throne. His future had already been decided when he was born, and the royal father named him a king, so why wasn't he reminding him? However, he has been unable to see clearly.
"What, but what did I say wrong?" Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he saw the worried expression on his face. He also speculated on the source of Jingshao's name, and he didn't know where the word "shao" came from. What sadness is really worth the loss.
"No, the queen mother must have thought the same way back then." Jing Shao smiled and looked up at the last quarter moon in the sky. If the queen mother had a spirit in the sky, she would definitely be very relieved to see him now.
The early autumn in the south is still as hot as midsummer. Jing Shao took a deep breath, the people in his arms had done so much for him, how could he not give something in return? So he lowered his head, smiled and said to the person in his arms: "Actually, I can also play flute."
"Really?" Mu Hanzhang was amazed. He had never heard that King Cheng still knew music rules before. Looking at Jing Shao's sullen smile, he doubted, "Aren't you bragging?"
"Whether it's bragging, try it and you'll know." Jing Shao seemed very confident.
So, after a while...
"Well... this, where is this... um..." Mu Hanzhang sat on the stone, forced to raise his head and gasp for breath.
Jing Shao raised his head and said with a chuckle, "What, how does this king play the flute?"
"You..." Mu Hanzhang was too shocked to speak when he looked at the man with his head buried between his legs. Such a proud person is willing to bow his head for him and do these things that should not be done for his husband!
Jing Shao kissed Xiao Junqing on the lips, hugged the person with blushing cheeks, and gently placed him on the grass by the river: "If I can't tell if it's good or not, I'll judge after I finish playing this song. ."
Mu Hanzhang slowly clenched the grass by his hand, and only then did he realize that they were by the river! It's really embarrassing to do things like this, "Don't... stay here... ah..." The warmth that suddenly deepened suddenly forced him to lose his tune.
The starry sky in his eyes became flickering, and the feeling of his body seemed to increase several times in this silent wilderness. Mu Hanzhang had never felt that this feeling was so clear, even if people knew that they might be discovered at any time. , but couldn't help craving more.
Mu Hanzhang stretched out his hand tremblingly and stroked his head between his legs. With such a gentle treatment, the pity and love in it all passed into his heart. At this moment, there is only one thought left in my mind, wanting him, wanting to be one with him.
"The small spoon..."
Hearing the soft call of the person below, Jing Shao stopped, climbed up, and kissed his face, but was accidentally hooked on the neck! Junqing, are you here, take the initiative
God knows that Jing Shao, who originally planned to quit after a craving, was completely hooked by this slight hook. He grabbed the half-opened half-closed lips and kissed it fiercely, but he still had a trace of rationality and told him that the person in his arms was still injured and he couldn't do anything excessive.
"The wound hurts a little bit..." Mu Hanzhang bit the person's ear and said softly, he didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe it was Jingshao's deep affection tonight that made him feel uneasy, or maybe it was the chaos today that made him feel uncomfortable. If he wants to wash away the bloody memory in his mind, maybe it's just his own heart that wants to do this...
At a young age, with dry firewood and fire, how can it stand up to such a mess
When Jing Shao heard this, he wouldn't be a man if he could bear it any longer!
He took out a small box the size of a walnut from his waist, opened it, and the familiar fragrance spread out.
Seeing that he was carrying this kind of thing with him, Mu Hanzhang glared at him with a blushing face.
The cool paste was slowly smeared, Jing Shao skillfully found the cute point, pressed and kneaded, and leaned over at the same time, holding Xiao Junqing who had been left out again, and stopped when the person below him softened into a pool of spring water. Under the action of opening up, he grabbed the narrow waist of Jin Jin and rushed in.
Mu Hanzhang bit his lip, enduring the pain and comfort, even though the wound on his shoulder would hurt, and even though the grass under him was not as soft as the bed, he felt that this was the happiest time for him in so long. It was as if he had broken free from all kinds of shackles and dissolved with it with pure heart.
Smelling the fragrance of the grass, I can see every expression of the person in my arms through the moonlight, the slightly frowning brow, the eyes with thin tears, the lower lip with teeth marks, the pink body, and even the The soft silk on the shoulders was so beautiful that Jing Shao couldn't help speeding up his movements.
After a long time, Jing Shao came back to his senses from this hearty affair. He kissed the man who was still trembling soothingly, and slowly backed out, naturally provoking a series of fine chants. .
"Does the wound hurt?" After a brief wash with river water, Jing Shao sat on the grass and took the man into his arms, taking off the soft silk on his shoulders to check.
"Fortunately..." Mu Hanzhang was sore and weak, leaning against him lazily.
"Oops, it's still bleeding." Jing Shao saw that the wound that was not completely scabbed began to seep blood again, and immediately regretted it.
"So I switched to that medicine. After a few days, the camp will be bumped and it will crack." Mu Hanzhang was lying on his broad shoulders, drowsy. , yawned a little and said in a nasal voice, "Go back to the army division's tent, so as not to be seen tomorrow."
When Jing Shao heard the words, thinking that there was a hairy tiger in the king's tent that was in the way, he really shouldn't go, so he turned to the military advisor's tent beside him. There was also medicine in the tent, so Jing Shao put the person on the bed and went to find the sapphire bottle: "Apply this first at night, and see the situation tomorrow." He didn't want to give Junqing that kind of medicine unless it was a last resort. Shen, how painful is it to use that
All was silent, and the noise in the camp had completely disappeared, leaving only the footsteps of the patrolling guards and the chirping of insects.
A dark figure sneaked out of the king's tent, crouched down, gently lifted the lower corner of the tent, crawled forward silently, walked to the bed, took the dagger in his mouth, jumped up suddenly, and faced the bed ruthlessly. stabbed down... Empty! The man was startled and was about to step back when suddenly a sharp object grabbed his hand, thinking he was in an ambush, and couldn't help screaming in surprise.
"Who!" The guards who had been patrolling so far rushed in when they heard the words. The torches illuminated the entire tent, the panicked assassins, and the small hairballs in the quilt.
"Wow!" Xiao Huang was quite dissatisfied with the person who woke him up, so he squeaked at him, squatted down and slowly licked his bloody paws.