Ah Fu guarded Wen Chan and slept on the floor in the room, but when he slept in the middle of the night, he turned over and glanced in a daze, and found that the bed was empty.
At that time, he was so scared that he woke up. When he turned his head, he saw that the door opened a small crack at some point. Ah Fu quickly got up and went to the Nuan Pavilion. He searched around the courtyard now, but had no choice but to knock on Liang Yanbei's door.
Liang Yanbei hurriedly put on his robe and boots, and went to find them in two ways with A Fubing.
At this time, everyone was sleeping peacefully in the room, how could he escape by himself
But what if, he didn't run out by himself
Thinking of the danger, Liang Yanbei also felt a little anxious. After searching the small courtyard, he went out of the small courtyard and looked along the roadside.
The moon was hanging high, and the whole mansion fell into a deep sleep. No one could be seen, and occasionally there was the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
Liang Yanbei didn't go far, and suddenly saw a person in the grass, standing with his back to him, motionless.
Because there was a big tree blocking it, it was not very clear, but it was obvious that Wen Chan was wearing a light-colored jacket. Liang Yanbei slowed down and approached, and asked aloud, "Master Wen?"
"Don't come here." The man suddenly said, the voice was undoubtedly Wen Chan.
"What are you doing here?" Liang Yanbei breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that he was still standing with his hands behind his back, he couldn't laugh or cry, and wanted to go forward to pull him, "Come back with me."
"Don't move, don't step on them." Wen Chan turned around and waved his hands again and again.
Liang Yanbei was taken aback, and immediately stopped and looked down, but found nothing, wondering, "What did you step on?"
With a wave of his sleeve, Wen Chan drew the entire grassland into the area, "My people."
Upon hearing the word "zhen", Liang Yanbei's eyelids twitched, "Master Wen, don't talk nonsense."
When these words reached the ears of the villain, it was more than enough to label Wen Chan a treason.
He knew that Wen Chan was still drunk, so he took two steps forward to take him away.
But when Wen Chan saw him stepping on the grass, his eyebrows were frowned and furrowed tightly. Liang Yanbei hurriedly took a step back and compromised, "Okay, okay, I won't go in, can you come out? Aren't you also stepping on the grass now?" Are your people?"
"I won't leave." Wen Chan said solemnly, "I want to protect the people of Xiliang."
Listening to his mouthful of "Zhen", Liang Yanbei was so nervous that he said in a very low voice, "Your Majesty, your people are fine and don't need your protection. You should go back to sleep now."
After speaking, he smacked his lips again, thinking that drunken nonsense should not be taken seriously.
"You're lying." Wen Chan pouted, "If I don't protect them, no one will. You said so."
Liang Yanbei was taken aback, "I said that?"
"That's what you said. You said that if I was still alive, there would be hope for Xiliang. You said that you were a loyal minister only because of me. You said that you would kill all the villains who stood in front of me. You also said ..." His voice became lower and lower, and finally his eyes were stained with mist, and his face was covered with obvious disappointment, "You also said that you have a crush on Situ and you want to marry her."
Liang Yanbei became more astonished when he heard this, "How is this possible?"
Let's not talk about the above, but Situ grew up with him, just like his own sister, who would marry his own sister
"You ask me for a marriage decree, but if I don't give it to you, you're still angry..." Wen Chan blinked his eyes lightly, and water droplets hung on his long eyelashes, "When you get angry, you ignore me for days on end. , I can only give you, I also give you a betrothal gift, I give you a house, and I personally watch your worship..."
As he spoke, the accumulated tears finally couldn't hold in his beautiful eyes, and all burst into embankments, flowing across his cheeks and falling down.
He stared at Liang Yanbei from a distance away, and a voice of grievance came, "You said that Xiliang needed me, I listened to your words, and sat on the throne covered in blood, and you said to marry Situ, I also listened to your words, I bestow you with supreme glory, a wedding ceremony that is empty for thousands of people."
"You said that I can't be alone, I should marry my concubine and have children. Then I gave birth to six sons and four daughters. Later, some courtiers persuaded me to marry my daughter to your son, so that we can get closer." Wen Chanhan Laughing through tears, "How nice."
His tone was very calm and light, but in Liang Yanbei's ears, every word and every sentence carried a heavy heart-piercing, which made him frown tightly.
"I listened to everything you said, but you turned around and hugged your wife and son. The whole family is happy and harmonious, which is enviable."
Wen Chan sighed, "Xiliang is prosperous, the people are harmonious, and all nations come to court, but I am not happy at all.
Repeatedly, Wen Chan sighed again, "I'm so tired."
Liang Yanbei was shocked when he heard what he said, but he couldn't figure out the situation at all. Seeing his serious and sad face, those who didn't know thought what he said was true, which is simply ridiculous!
But Wen Chana's words of complaint and grievance made him feel uncomfortable all over again, as if the hilt of a knife was stuck in his heart, causing a dull pain.
Wen Chan seemed to be tired of talking, so he didn't say anything, but scratched his neck with his hands.
It was only then that Liang Yanbei noticed the marks of mosquito bites on his body again, and he didn't care too much. He took two steps forward and hugged him up, and said softly, "Let's go back and talk if we have anything to say."
Afraid that he would struggle, he tightened his arms.
But Wen Chan didn't struggle this time. Instead, he hugged Liang Yanbei's neck, buried his face in it, tears all over his neck, and gave a low "um", whether it was a sigh or a reply.
This made Liang Yanbei a little surprised. He looked down at him and found that he didn't even wear shoes, and his fair feet were covered with mud.
The fiery breath came from his neck, which made Liang Yanbei feel itchy. He hugged him tightly and strode back.
Liang Yanbei put Wen Chan on the bed and lit the candle lamp in the room.
As soon as the fire light came on, Wen Chan's appearance could be clearly seen. At this time, he had stopped crying, but his eyes were still wet, with red eye sockets, and he looked up and stared at him.
Hands folded together, feet hanging outside the bed, sitting like a child.
Liang Yanbei laughed, his black eyes glowed, "Sit still, I'll boil some water."
Seeing Wen Chan nodding, Liang Yanbei left.
There wasn't much water to boil, so it didn't take long, and Liang Yanbei was also worried that he was alone, so he went back to the room soon, and found Wen Chan was still sitting obediently on the bed, his posture unchanged.
He seemed to be looking at the door all the time, and Liang Yanbei met his gaze as soon as he came in.
The eyes that were originally calm, rippling the moment they met their gaze, as if being lit up, the stars are dotted, really beautiful.
Wen Chan got off the bed and walked towards Liang Yanbei in a hurry.
"What are you doing down here, cool it down carefully." Liang Yanbei put the basin of warm water on the table, pulled Wen Chan back to sit on the bed.
Taking a closer look, he found that there were several swellings and scratches on Wen Chan's neck, which seemed to be caused by mosquitoes.
"You're in the middle of the night, why run out if you have nothing to do?" Liang Yanbei was helpless, took a cloth towel and wet it, and gently wiped Wen Chan's face.
He knew that he was strong, so he tried to put his strength to the lightest, and wiped away the tears on his face first.
He wiped down his neck again, wiped all the mosquito bites, wiped his hands again, got up and washed the cloth towel, twisted off some water, and wiped his feet with the wet cloth towel.
Pulling up his left foot, a string of chains appeared in front of his eyes, Liang Yanbei only glanced at it, his heart felt like a pinch, and his heart became turbulent.
The red thread was wrapped with gold thread, and two copper plates were strung together, which made Wen Chan's fair skin even more. He reached out and touched the copper plate, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"You like this thing?" he asked softly.
Wen Chan shook his feet and nodded sincerely.
"Then you wear it all the time." Liang Yanbei rejoiced, and wiped his feet carefully, "It looks good when you wear it."
After wiping one, he went to wipe the other one until it was clean before putting his feet on the bed.
Liang Yanbei brought another ointment to relieve itching and reduce swelling, sat on the bedside and rubbed it on him, and asked with a smile, "Why do you hate Zhoulan so much?"
Liang Yanbei was always puzzled, remembering that when Wen Chan first saw Zhou Lan that day, his expression was clearly disgusted, so he was so excited that he spit out all the noodles he ate, and later he obviously rejected her.
But Zhou Lan grew up with Liang Yanbei in Jinling, and she had never had any contact with Wen Chan before, so how could Zhou Lan have
But his performance is not fake.
As soon as Wen Chan heard Situ Zhoulan, an extremely straightforward dislike appeared on his face, he curled his lips and said slowly, "I can't hate you, nor can I hate your son, I have to hate someone."
He also couldn't do it sincerely and bless that family with all his heart and eyes.
"Besides, she's not a good person," he said.
Liang Yanbei couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and tilted his head to put ointment on his neck, "Why do you always say that I married her?"
"You married her in the first place, and I'm not wrong." Wen Chan was quite confident.
"All right, all right, you're right, I just remembered it wrong." He joked to himself, "I married a wife and gave birth to a son, how could I have forgotten."
Wen Chan nodded heavily.
He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of smiles, "Why are you still crying when I married someone? Are you so sad?"
"We have a good relationship." Wen Chan thought for a while and said.
"Good relationship?" Liang Yanbei's tone was very casual, and he twisted his neck again, wiping his side, "Shouldn't you be happy if you have a good relationship?"
After asking for a long time, before hearing Wen Chan's answer, Liang Yanbei raised his eyes and looked at those bright eyes.
His eyes were focused and serious, which made Liang Yanbei very curious, "What do you always see me doing?"
Before the words finished, Wen Chan suddenly rushed forward, and then his mouth became hot, and he was actually bitten by him.
Liang Yanbei's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened slightly in shock, his cheeks were held by a pair of cool hands, the smell of Wen Chan's body mixed with the fragrance of the ointment lingered in his nose, and his body Carrying most of Wen Chan's weight.
Wen Chan didn't force his teeth, but lightly bit Liang Yanbei's lip and sucked it, then stretched out the tip of his soft and fiery tongue, and licked it slowly, like tasting sweets, meticulously and patiently.
But for Liang Yanbei, it was a huge torment. He could clearly see Wen Chan's long and dense eyelashes, his white and tender face, and the scent of plum wine slowly coming from his mouth. Teeth biting his lip, with a slight tingling pain.
Everything made him throb, the ripples spread from the apex of his heart, expanding circle by circle, and finally turned into monstrous waves, the blood was turbulent and tumbling.
His breathing gradually became unstable, and he swallowed impatiently.
Finally, when Wen Chan pried his lips open, he couldn't help taking a breath, and the sweet taste spread from the tip of his tongue, down his throat, and entangled in his heart.
He closed the plaster in his hand and threw it aside, and was about to take a deep dive, but Wen Chan suddenly left his lips and leaned his head on his shoulder.
As soon as Liang Yanbei breathed smoothly, his whole brain woke up, only feeling that his neck was itchy from the hot air from his mouth.
He helped him up, and he saw satiation and sleepiness in Wen Chan's brows and eyes, and felt a little depressed.
Bite his mouth and be satisfied? This appetite is too small...
Liang Yanbei felt that he needed to calm down at this moment, so he gently placed Wen Chan on the bed, cleaned up the basin by himself, and carried it out.
As soon as he finished pouring the water, he saw Ah Fu hurriedly approaching, looking like he was about to cry, "What should I do?! Mr. Liang, have you found it yet?"
Liang Yanbei forgot that there was Ah Fu, touched his nose with some shame and said, "Don't worry, I found Master Wen, I just wiped his hands and feet and applied the mosquito repellent and antiitch plaster, now Already asleep."
Ah Fu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that, and trusted Liang Yanbei very much, "Then I will wrong Mr. Liang to take care of our young master for one night, and I will go back and carefully play the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and drinking."
"Don't worry." Liang Yanbei was very upright, "I will watch carefully."
Ah Fu was already tired from tossing and tossing. Hearing this, he said goodbye gratefully, and went back to sleep excitedly.
After Liang Yan went back to the north, Wen Chan had already fallen asleep, lying on his side facing inward, nestled into a small ball.
He stood in front of the bed and watched intently, thoughtfully. After a long time, he spread out a thin brocade quilt to cover Wen Chan's stomach, then extinguished the candle, and the gentleman himself got on the bed.