Song Beiming saw Yan Xi's blood.

Also... I smelled the strong medicinal fragrance of "Rong" in the smell of blood, with the temperature of human blood.

Different from Ku's cold and decadent, Rong's medicinal fragrance is strong and fragrant.

Song Beiming usually wears two thin shirts in early summer, but when he smells the fragrance of Rong, it seems...summer has entered in an instant.

I haven't experienced the feeling of summer in many years.

The last time he got close to Yan Xi, he discovered that "Rong" can not only warm the blood, but also invigorate the blood, make the blood vigorous, speed up the blood flow, and even inexplicably happy, producing some kind of uncontrollable excitement.

The closer you are, the stronger the taste and the more pleasure you get.

"Rong" is temptation.

And once this kind of temptation is integrated into the human body, it can easily lure those primitive and impulsive things hidden in desire.

Ten days ago at the Ministry of Works, he leaned close to Yan Xi's neck, really wanting to bite it down.It seemed that one sip could make up for his five years of decay.

This desire is too cruel, too deadly, too dangerous.

On the battlefield, Song Beiming is a great general who can control hundreds of thousands of soldiers; but with his square inch body, he almost lost his defense.

He warned himself last time that he could not be controlled by such desires.However, the temptation of "Rong" is really hard to resist.

The last time Song Beiming smelled Xuan Yin's medicine, he could hardly restrain himself from chanting Xuan Yin's name day and night.

The hasty meeting made Song Beiming toss and turn like he was suffering from lovesickness.

It is more puzzling than being possessed by evil spirits.

Song Beiming really had enough,

It was confirmed tonight, and thought that the speculation and waiting for days were finally settled.

Seeing someone, it is supposed to stop thinking about it.

But he would unconsciously describe Yan Xi's face, and when he saw Yan Xi's nosebleed, he immediately realized that Guben Tea was not good for "Rong", so he wanted to appease her immediately.

This kind of weird psychology... made Song Beiming want to curse.

Yan Xi's nosebleed dripped down his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, his palm was stained red, and it slid down to his wrist.

Rong's smell of medicine exploded in the small courtyard faster than the flow of blood.

The strong medicinal fragrance turned into a strong and colorful wine.

The fragrant breath turned into an aphrodisiac.

Song Beiming suddenly gasped.

Caught off guard by this temptation, he tightly grasped the handle of the wheelchair, and then suddenly noticed some kind of embarrassing reaction in his body.

He immediately rolled the wheelchair back.

But the yard was too small, and when he moved, the wheelchair got stuck on the steps.

Fang Xun immediately rushed to help the wheelchair.As soon as Fang Xunfu approached, he noticed that Song Beiming's aura was undergoing a dangerous change.He asked for no reason: "Little prince?"

Song Beiming ordered in a hoarse voice: "You step back, and everyone retreats ten feet."

Fang Xun was worried: "My lord, it's too far away. If there is an accident, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up."

Song Beiming noticed that his body was starting to sweat, he gritted his teeth and said, "I said back down."

Fang Xun's face changed, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and immediately retreated to a distance with his guards.

Yan Xi took out a white handkerchief to cover his nose, the silk handkerchief only blocked part of the smell of Guben tea, he suffered the stimulation of this kind of strong medicine innocently, and stepped back against the wooden door.

Want to extend the distance.

But this little distance doesn't help anything, even because of the distance from dryness, the dryness caused by the strong medicine in the body is even more unbearable.

It was the first time Yan Xi encountered this kind of situation, and he sensitively found that his body faintly had the reaction from the night of the full moon last year.

Is it because of Song Beiming again?

He looked at Song Beiming blankly.

There were only the two of them left in Xuan Zhai.

Song Beiming saw that Yan Xi's white handkerchief was soaked in blood, and his face was also red.

He once ruthlessly ridiculed Xuan Yin's beauty, but he knew that he was no more upright than those who coveted the number one scholar.

Song Beiming didn't like this kind of out of control and wandering.

He made himself look calm, and said in a deep voice, "Master Xuan, you can go now..."

Yan Xi's nosebleed had already stopped, he took off the veil, said with a smile: "Young Lord, this is my home."

Song Beiming was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes, then the king will go."

The dryness in Yan Xi's body was strong, smelling the dry fragrance, she instinctively wanted to get closer.

He walked forward with his little greed: "The little doctor said we should get along more, why is the little prince in such a hurry?"

Seeing Yan Xi approaching suddenly, Song Beiming clung to the handrail with all his strength, his breathing became heavy, and he really wanted Yan Xi to stay away.

He suppressed his voice and said: "Master Xuan, if you argue with a man, half a sentence is too much, don't waste each other's time."

Yan Xi could hear Song Beiming's heavy breathing.

Of course, Yan Xi thought in the opposite direction to the medicinal effect that "Rong" could give "Ku", and judged that he and Song Beiming should have some kind of tacit understanding.

So he leaned forward and smelled the cool medicinal fragrance of "Ku" more closely: "It doesn't matter whether you are speculative or not, little lord, you smell my medicinal fragrance, right?"

Song Beiming felt Yan Xi's breath being sent to his face by the night wind, and his throat was on fire, but he couldn't show any dodge.He knew that Xuan Yin had been looking for his weaknesses, and that he would be at a disadvantage if he showed his weakness, so he said coldly: "Xuan Weiyu, you are presumptuous! Stay away from me!"

Yan Xi felt comfortable in the "ku" surrounding package.

He naturally thought that Song Beiming should be the same as him, and said meaningfully: "Little prince, but Ku needs glory, why don't you try to get along with me? It's very comfortable."

Song Beiming felt that he was going to lose control, he was about to be defeated by this seemingly pure and innocent man.

But his strength lies in the fact that the more he is in danger, the more consciously he can force himself.

Holding his breath, with forbearance in his eyes, he said without any evasion: "Xuan Weiyu, do you think everyone is like you, easily defeated by the desire of the body?"

Yan Xi was slightly taken aback.

It was the first time that his self-esteem was pierced so bluntly by someone, he was momentarily embarrassed, and turned into anger from embarrassment.When he was angry, he would smile very charmingly: "Little prince, if you are not defeated, how do you know that I am defeated?"

Song Beiming pinched his fingers into his palm, but his voice was extremely cold: "So you lost to desire, right? Hahaha, how ridiculous, Xuan Zhuangyuan. You have learned more than ten years of etiquette, integrity and shame for nothing? The loyalty and nobleness written in the paper are allIs it a lie?"

Yan Xi knew that her face had turned red with embarrassment.

At his age, he hasn't learned to face desire calmly, but he hates Song Beiming's sarcasm even more.Not to be outdone, he leaned closer, stared into Song Beiming's eyes, and exhaled softly, "Let's show respect to each other, little prince, wouldn't it be nice to get along happily?"

Song Beiming sat stiffly.

At such a close distance, the other party's breath brushed between the tip of his nose and his lips, and he could tear people apart with just one mouthful.

He clenched his fists, not only resisting the urge to push people over, but also resisting the retreat from the back. He maintained his demeanor fiercely: "Since Mr. Xuan entered the capital, he has always rejected people, and he will not communicate with others."Are you the one you get along with happily?"

Yan Xi bent down, found a comfortable position for her elbows, and rested them on Song Beiming's knees.He is so intimate, but his smile is so pure: "Song Beiming, you have been observing me, aren't you proud that I took the initiative to show affection to you at this time? You are very proud, right? That's why you want to embarrass me..."

Yan Xi was surprised to find that Song Beiming's legs were tense.

He was only confused for a moment, then suddenly realized something.

He keenly grasped the two most critical words of this conversation, and immediately felt delighted. He laughed and said: "Desire! Song Beiming, you mentioned desire at the beginning! But you made a mistake, I am very sorry for yourNot desire; but what you have for me is desire, isn't it?"

Song Beiming saw his own defeat, but he couldn't admit defeat. He counterattacked in desperation, and leaned forward, holding the back of Yan Xi's hand with his hand, so that the other party could not dodge.

In the intimacy of entanglement with each other, he said very coldly: "Do you know what desire is, Xuan Weiyu? You took the initiative to seduce me because you want me to do something to you? Tell me, it's not that I can't satisfy you.”

The back of Yan Xi's hand was pressed against Song Beiming's palm.

Song Beiming's temperature was scalding hot.

Yan Xi experienced this kind of heat ten days ago.

They are already too close, and they will be stuck if they get closer.Yan Xi finally distinguished Song Beiming's heavy and depressed breathing, and also tasted the hot medicine fragrance in Song Beiming's body, and he also smelled the fine sweat.

In the dilemma of closeness, Yan Xi suddenly realizes some kind of threat from male power.

He went from ignorant to clear in the blink of an eye.

Then, he stepped back sharply.

But Song Beiming refused to let him escape.

Song Beiming grabbed his neck and brought him back to the intimacy just now. Song Beiming no longer concealed his desire, but stared at him firmly: "Xuan Weiyu, do you want to play? Come on? II dismissed my subordinates from the very beginning, and now you understand what I want to do, it's too late! Are you afraid?"

Yan Xi fell on Song Beiming's body, feeling the pressure of dangerous desire, he blushed and struggled to get out.

Song Beiming leaned against his lips, as if wanting to say no to him.

Yan Xi couldn't bear it anymore, she threw off Song Beiming's restraint, and retreated a few steps.

Song Beiming laughed heartily: "If I really want you, do you think you can escape? Wei Yu, admit defeat, you can't afford it."

Shang Baiheng and Zhou Ci waited anxiously on the attic for half an hour, and finally heard the creaking sound of the Xuanzhai wooden door opening.

Looking up, he saw Fang Xun pushing Song Beiming out.

The Beiyuan Palace sent another carriage to pick him up. Song Beiming remained expressionless from the time he left the house to when he boarded the carriage.

Shang Baiheng, Zhou Ci and other people from Beiyuan Palace had walked a long way before going downstairs quickly.

Shang Baiheng hastily pushed open the door of Xuanzhai, and saw Yan Xi standing in the small courtyard with his back to them.

Shang Baiheng quickly found that this kind of Yan Xi was very unusual, he tentatively called: "Wei Yu?"

Yan Xi refused to look back, he stood stiffly in the position where Song Beiming bullied him just now, and what Song Beiming laughed at him was still ringing in his ears.

As soon as Zhou Ci came in, he smelled the strongness of Guben tea, he yelled "no", and rushed forward to check on Yan Xi.

Yan Xi called to the other party hoarsely: "Doctor Zhou, I'm fine, just leave me alone."

Zhou Ci asked cautiously: "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Yan Xi shook her head slowly, but still refused to turn around.

Zhou Ci turned to Shang Baiheng for help: "Dao Zhi, Your Highness..."

Shang Baiheng shook his head at Zhou Ci, Zhou Ci understood and didn't ask any more questions.

Shang Baiheng could see that Yan Xi's shoulders were shaking slightly.

Shang Baiheng knows his students best.

He knew that Yan Xi must have suffered some kind of grievance.

Every time his little Highness was frustrated, he would hide himself, refusing to be seen or comforted by others.

As a proud student, he was always only willing to show his glamor to others, sensitively maintained his decency, and healed himself, until he put on the cold armor again before he would go in front of others.

Shang Baiheng knew that Yan Xi was extremely wronged at this time, and also knew that he was the only person who could comfort Yan Xi.

His throat seemed to be blocked with a thousand catty stones, but he didn't dare to say a word easily.

In this delicate atmosphere, Zhou Ci put the freshly cooked Qingxin soup on the ground, and silently retreated outside the courtyard gate.

Yan Xi didn't say with a choked voice until Zhou Ci withdrew, "Teacher, can I show weakness?"

The author has something to say:

Please disregard the separation point I added for life-saving.