Song Beiming said: "Did you know that the soldiers in Beiyuan didn't even have cotton-padded clothes in the snow! Did you know that they even gnawed the bark of trees when they were hungry! Some of them didn't die on the battlefield, but froze to death in Hanyuan! This time, Beiyuan soldiersDefeated, the court questioned the Song family, and no one would listen to me saying that the flint chariot blew up one of our own people in front of the battle! The snow troopers worked their lives for the country, but you sons and grandsons of the dragon use our lives as a bargaining chip in political struggle!"

Yan Xi's anger also rose. He supported the edge of the tub with both hands, grasped it tightly with five fingers, frowned, and said loudly: "Yes! Political struggle! I am a prince who has lost power in struggle, and I don't know what will happen to me someday!You people, bully the weak and fear the strong, pick easy targets, right? You have the ability to find those who have gained power! You are the new king of Beiyuan after all, and you are a hero who bullies me, a helpless abandoned son!"

Song Beiming paused the knife, frowned and looked at Yan Xi.

Yan Xi's body was weak, and when he got so angry, the corners of his eyes that had been smudged red deepened, as bright and fragile as the blood dripping from his wound.He looked at people with wide-eyed eyes like this, and his eyelashes were steamy, looking extremely aggrieved.

Song Beiming looked at him for a moment, his face darkened, and he said solemnly: "You get dressed first, and then I will settle your mother's debt with you!"

Since Yan Xi passed through the book, she has encountered all kinds of accidents. This body has lost more than ten catties in half a month, and her natural beauty is faintly showing.

He was sitting in the hot water right now, his snow-white skin was soaked in blood, and his eyes and lips were steamed red, which seemed a bit bewitching.

Yan Xi couldn't see it by himself, so he couldn't understand Song Beiming's meaning for a while.

However, Song Beiming's last sentence really made him angry. He stood up from the water and asked sharply: "What did my mother do wrong! What does your struggle have to do with my mother, a weak woman! YouSon of a bitch!"

"How dare you scold me! If it weren't for your young age, I would—" Song Beiming suddenly saw Yan Xi's watery body, the red and immature body trembling with anger.

Song Beiming paused for a moment, suddenly feeling that he couldn't look directly at such a fully exposed young man. He turned his head away in a very gentlemanly manner, tapped the back of the knife on Yan Xi's smooth shoulder, and sat back in the water while holding Yan Xi.

He went on to say: "Today I will ask you to see the King of Hades."

Bearing the weight of the knife, Yan Xi was submerged in the water powerlessly.

He really hated his state of lacking the strength to even truss up a chicken, his face flushed even more with anger, his whole body was pink and tender and fragile, like some kind of brittle white porcelain.

It makes people want to play with it, but also wants to smash it badly.

This strange feeling made Song Beiming shocked and alert, he withdrew his knife, took a step back, and blocked the light.

Without the light, the person in front of him lost that hazy sense of provocation.

Song Beiming looked at him with a cold face. He felt that he had met an opponent.This person has Tang Yaoxue's pure and almost demon face, his brows and eyes are both innocent and seductive, which will make people relax their will.

stay away.

Song Beiming quickly calmed down, and looked at Yan Xi with a spectator attitude. This time, what he noticed was Yanxi's pitiful expression and weak muscles with tears in his eyes.

This kind of fragile life can be crushed to death with his fingers.

But what is it if he comes to kill such a weakling for revenge?Just another kind of bullying.

Once he becomes a poor person, can he only find other poor people to settle accounts?

Song Beiming thought for a long time.

The fury that came here today slowly descended in front of those who were more powerless than him to resist.

He is taunted by his powerless predicament, but he must never allow himself to be the one to be taunted.

In the end, he found helplessly, so what if he killed Tang Yaoxue's son?

He laughed at himself and said, "It's nothing for me to take revenge on you. I'm just using despicableness to punish despicableness, which is also the behavior of a villain."

Since he didn't intend to kill him, he raised his knife, turned around and left.

Yan Xi didn't react for a moment, he sat in the water blankly, seeing Song Beiming was about to leave, he thought blankly: Song Beiming is only two years older than him, in fact he is not yet an adult, he still maintains a heroic demeanor under his rage, very upright.

The accident happened at this time.

Yan Xi saw Song Beiming suddenly turn around and come back, the silver light flashed and the golden sound was piercing, Song Beiming's long knife blocked the darts coming from the broken window.

Before Yan Xi could see the situation clearly, he was pushed into the water by a hand.

Across the water, he could only hear the sound of crackling and chaotic jingle bombardment. He couldn't hold his breath in the water for a long time, but the hand holding him was extremely firm. Yan Xi couldn't hold it back anymore, and struggled hard.Make big big water flowers.

He choked on water.

Immediately there was a sharp cough, and water was poured into the mouth.

The familiar feeling of drowning came again.

Yan Xi didn't want to drown again, so he grabbed a section of his wrist indiscriminately, and instinctively pulled hard.

The owner of that wrist probably understood something from his dying strength, and turned his wrist to lift him up.

Only then did he realize that the candles in the room had been extinguished at some point, and he was thrown into the bed in the dark, and then a young boy leaned over him.

A section of back that was still immature but solid stood in front of him.

Yan Xi heard Song Beiming's long and heavy breath in the dark, he was naked in the cold, and smelled the fierce fighting spirit on the young man.

Yan Xi unexpectedly felt no fear for no reason.

It was very still.

Yan Xi could only hear Song Beiming's methodical aura and the continuous flying of hidden weapons.

Each one was blocked by Song Beiming.

To avoid the angle, Song Beiming backed away further and further, Yan Xi was squeezed against the wall.

The cold wall made Yan Xi gasp, and this slight change in breath was actually noticed by Song Beiming who was in the battle.

Song Beiming reached out with a hand, starting from Yan Xi's right shoulder and groping downwards.

Yan Xi knew that the other party was confirming whether there was a wound on the part of him that was not blocked by the angle just now, so she didn't pretend, and said softly: "I'm fine."

His breath fell on Song Beiming's ear, Song Beiming's body froze, and he pushed him hard against the wall.

Yan Xi let out a muffled snort, feeling that Song Beiming's good intentions and bad intentions were too unpredictable.

But the most elusive thing was that Song Beiming was actually saving him.

The boy who wanted his life twice now uses his body as his shield.

At this moment, Yan Xi felt the tears in her eyes when watching a hero movie.

There is a kind of person who saves people in distress from instinct and has nothing to do with love or hate.

In this world, maybe there really is a kind of heroism that is more noble than ordinary friendship?

When the deadliest dart hit, the voice of "there is an assassin" rang out outside.

In the gap between the torches coming through the window, the deadly flying blade pierced Yan Xi's front with extremely sharp force.

Yan Xi and Song Beiming were trapped on the narrow bed, almost unable to avoid it.Suddenly, the world spun, Yan Xi was hugged by the waist, his body sank, and a body pressed him tightly.

Then there were a few "duk tuk", the sound of a sharp object being nailed into the wall.

This was the most critical moment, Yan Xi unconsciously grabbed Song Beiming's lapel.

Someone outside the house approached with a torch, and the light came through the window, Yan Xi saw a precipitous undulation, which was the sharp Adam's apple of the young man.

The distance was so close that there was nowhere to avoid suspicion, every inch of Yan Xi's skin was close to her.

Yan Xi's face burned violently, and he pushed people with his hands in embarrassment.

It was only after exerting force that I realized that my shoulder was cut and hurt.

But Song Beiming's figure was extremely stable, Yan Xi put his hand on his shoulder, but he didn't move at all.

Yan Xi's actions attracted Song Beiming to look down.Yan Xi saw the other party's sharp gaze through the indistinct firelight.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment in this crisis.

Yan Xi lay naked in the intimacy of each other, the water droplets wet the clothes on his body, he may not be outstanding at this time, but his eyes are clear and pleasant, and the fair skin with water melts the heat of a teenager, with legs slightly bent at the opponent's side.

Song Beiming's gaze sank, and the five fingers around his waist strengthened.

Yan Xi was completely hugged in his arms, and his hands had nowhere to exert force, so he could only support Song Beiming's shoulders.

The door was pushed open by the rushing people, and the fire illuminated the room.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Xi saw the young man in front of him staring at him for the last time.

This look seemed to have endless meanings, resentment or pity, disgust or love, desire or sobriety, and in the end he just looked at him indifferently as if he was an irrelevant person.

Yan Xi was immersed in the cold winter night without a trace, helpless and ashamed being stared at by those eyes.

The next moment, a cloth covering his head came over, his eyes went dark, and the boy broke through the window and left.

Yan Xi poked her head out from between the cloths, and was stunned on the couch, when she stretched her hands, she touched the water stains on the bed, as well as some sticky bloodstains.

He wiped it away with his fingers, and there was only a shallow puddle, which should be a skin trauma.

He raised his hand again to touch the wound on his shoulder, although he saw blood, it was just a superficial scratch.

Looking at the wall behind, there is only one dart with blood on it.

He raised his hand to take the dart. Thinking about it, with the posture he was in close contact with Song Beiming at that time, it was the dart that cut Song Beiming first, and then scratched him while there was still power left.

Song Beiming didn't kill him, but gave up his life to save him.

Yan Xi held the dart, slid his fingers across the edge, looked at the bloody light on it, and was stunned for a moment if there was nothing there.

Shang Baiheng was the first person to rush into the room, he saw the two figures clinging to each other on the bed at a glance, and watched the person above fly away through the window, leaving the embarrassed young man lying on the couch.

He immediately turned around and stopped the person rushing in behind him.

Yan Xi hugged the silk quilt and leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the person who came, relieving the shock just now, and at the same time quickly recalling the plot of the timeline of the original book.

In the eyes of others, this description seems to be frightened.

Shang Baiheng wanted to curse at this moment.He frowned at the anger that his own student was touched and some kind of inexplicable boredom.

In the chaotic situation where people turned their backs on their backs, he walked over with a lantern, knelt down in front of Yan Xi's couch, and said softly, "Your Highness, it's all right."

Yan Xi's face sank in the yellowed light of the oil paper lantern, she looked down at the teacher without saying a word.

Looking at those clear eyes, Shang Baiheng's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he vaguely felt that Yan Xi was different.

Yan Xi's voice was obviously forced to be calm, and he asked: "How is the princess?"

Shang Baiheng replied: "On weekdays, the key points of the guards are outside the princess's room, nothing happened today."

Yan Xi felt relieved, and asked again: "Who is the assassin today?"

"Not yet." Shang Baiheng's eyes turned stern, "It's not difficult to analyze the person who just killed His Highness. If the other party didn't succeed today, he must not give up. The imperial mausoleum needs to strengthen security."

Yan Xi hugged the quilt and lay down on the bed with her bare legs stretched out.

His jade white feet landed in front of Shang Baiheng's eyes, stepping on the rough old wooden floor, with his movements, his bare calves appeared and disappeared.He squatted down slowly, looked at Shang Baiheng and said: "Teacher, I thought that it would be safe to quit the game and be willing to be an abandoned child. But now I take a step back, and it turns out to be a deep abyss. Right now, I am a fish and a man.Daozu, it is an extravagant wish to grow up safely. What do you think I should do?"

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