This page looks best with JavaScript enabled
Chapter 98 roadblocks
The night is half past.
Year old Yan was hugged to his bedroom by Duan mingchong. He couldn't get up with any strength.
Yan Yan's eyes turned red. He didn't know whether he was crying or smoked by the hot spring. He gasped weakly and murmured, "young man, do you want to toss me to death?"
Duan mingchong's ears turned red. He gently put him on the couch, wiped the water stains on him with a square towel, and pulled a quilt on him.
When Yan saw him put his hands on his knees, looking harmless to humans and animals, he felt low back pain. He struggled to prop up his elbows and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, you blush even when you kiss on weekdays. Don't you feel a little shameless about the things you just did to me?"
Duan mingchong pushed him back into the quilt by his shoulder and whispered, "stop talking."
"Am I going to say it? You have to listen to me if you don't want to."
Year old Yan Xin said, "I'll take a hot spring and feed the tiger for no reason. Can't you let me shout injustice?"?
The unlucky child probably forgot that if he hadn't been provoked wantonly, he wouldn't have been tossed to death on the hot spring wall.
At the age of 18, Yan still had some water light in his eyes, his voice was too dumb, and even his legs were still soft.
He lifted the quilt a little, put his foot on Duan mingchong's knee, and instructed him: "the lower leg hurts, rub it."
Duan mingchong knew he was wrong, so he stretched out his hand and gently held Yan Yan's leg with clear texture.
Yan's crus were full of finger marks pinched out. Duan mingchong didn't dare to look at it and rubbed his hands indiscriminately.
At the age of 18, Yan Shutan continued to chatter.
"You and I did such absurd things before we got married. If my father were still alive, he would have cut you with a knife. Tell me about you..." Yan hentie is not steel. "Young man, why can't you control it? Although I know I'm more beautiful than anyone else, how can you... "
Duan mingchong's ears were red. He couldn't listen anymore. He stretched out his hand and covered Sui Yan's mouth. He was almost pleading in a sad voice: "ah Yan, you... Stop talking."
Yan opened his hand and scolded, "how can the hand touching my leg cover my mouth?! Just think about it. Did you touch my foot just now? "
Duan mingchong: "
Just now, Duan mingchong tossed Nian Yan and pitied him more. He had been crying tired all the time, so he wanted to be gentle with him again. Unexpectedly, Nian Yan didn't play cards according to common sense. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.
Duan mingchong held it for a long time before he said, "sleep."
Yan kicked him and said, "you want me to sleep after you eat. What's your dream?"
Duan mingchong: "
Duan mingchong reluctantly put his calf in the quilt and said, "we have to start back to the city early tomorrow morning. You have to rest early."
Yan can't buy a channel: "don't you let me sleep in?"
He almost wrote "a heartless man who runs after eating" on his forehead.
Duan mingchong said, "didn't you just say you were tired?"
Year old Yan stretched out his hand restlessly, pointed Duan mingchong's waist, and muttered, "I'm tired. Did you stop?"
Duan mingchong was stunned, and then his face was turned red by his words.
Yan Gan coughed and bluffed, "what are you doing? You've done everything. Only at this time do you know that you're blushing. It's too late."
Duan mingchong took the trouble to put his restless legs into the quilt again, leaned forward, gently kissed at the corner of Yan's lips, and whispered, "go to sleep. I'll send you back to the house tomorrow morning."
Yan hum, a year old, said, "then you'll be beaten by my brother."
Duan mingchong: "
Duan mingchong couldn't cry or laugh.
Yan turned over, and his waist seemed to be split in half. There were bursts of dull pain. He frowned and hissed a few times before he whispered discontentedly, "you don't have to send it. Go to the court when you get up tomorrow morning. I'll go back when I'm full of sleep."
Unexpectedly, Duan mingchong, who had just returned with a gentle face, changed his face and said, "No."
Year old Yan turned his back to him and said in a stuffy voice, "I have a pain in my back, legs and head. Don't make me angry, or you won't want to sleep at night."
Duan mingchong took off his robe, gently pressed Yan's shoulder and coaxed him in a low voice: "ah Yan, listen to me. You can sleep as long as you want after you return to the house."
On weekdays, Duan mingchong follows Sui Yan in everything and rarely refutes his decision. Moreover, now he has taken such a big advantage. He is very reserved not to take Sui Yan as his ancestor. Unexpectedly, he is so stubborn in this matter.
Year old Yan was confused, but at least there was Qingming. He turned around, looked at him faintly and said, "I'm here, there will be danger?"
Duan mingchong was silent for a moment before he said, "if you are not with me outside, there will be danger."
Yan said, "someone wants to kill me? Who? "
Duan mingchong said, "don't worry about it. I'll take you back tomorrow. Then you'll be sick. Don't leave the house at will. I'll deal with it as soon as possible."
Yan Xindao, aged 18, said, "Oh, if you want me to be sick, it's the one in the palace who wants my life.".
The last emperor wanted to kill him before he died. Yan was used to seeing strange things for a long time, so even if he guessed it, he didn't think there was anything unacceptable.
Yan Yan glared at him: "wait for me."
Duan mingchong lay down and hesitated for a moment. Then he reached out and gently hugged him from behind. However, before he made any effort, he was patted on his paw by Yan.
Duan mingchong retracted his hand and looked at him innocently.
Yan turned his head and continued to stare at him: "I have a shadow now. Don't touch me."
Duan mingchong coaxed him: "I don't do anything. You're not in good health now. You can't toss any more. Go back and I'll ask the cook in the small kitchen to make you some cakes and send them to Hou's house, okay?"
Year old Yan glared at him again, grinned and turned to Duan mingchong. He exploded like a firecracker.
"You mean to say that I'm not in good health. Did I tell you that I'm just sick and can't work hard? How did you get back to me? Uh huh? Let me 'don't move', I'll lie still and you can't move, right? " Xu Shi and Xu Shi have already made the last step. Yan Yan has no scruples. He reaches out his hand and pokes at Duan mingchong's chest. "Now I've done everything. I just want a cage of snacks to shut me up. Am I so easy to kill?"
Duan mingchong let him poke and whispered, "don't you eat?"
Yan airway: "eat!"
Duan mingchong smiled.
Yan kicked him on the knee and said, "send two cages!"
Duan Ming chongrou said, "OK."
Good to pass.
Yan wanted to toss Duan mingchong again, but he was not ill for long. Today, he was really tired. After humming for a long time, he leaned against Duan mingchong's arms and soon fell asleep.
The remnant candle on the table was not extinguished. Duan mingchong looked at Sui Yan in his arms with a weak light. He just felt that there was nothing he didn't like from top to bottom.
The end of Yan's eyes was still slightly red. Duan mingchong gently reached out and hooked the hook. He saw his feather eyelashes trembling like crow feathers. In a trance, he remembered his peach blossom eyes that couldn't help crying in the white fog of the hot spring.
Yan seldom cried. Except for several times when he was seriously ill, he often pretended to cry. Duan mingchong thought that he was the most addicted in his daily life, but he didn't expect to be forced to cry and shake his head desperately to beg for mercy. It was fascinating.
Even if he couldn't bear to cry, he would never admit defeat. For a while, he was rebellious and gnashed his teeth at Duan mingchong bastard. For a while, he ground his teeth on his shoulder to breathe. But Rao was so. His arms were always tightly around Duan mingchong's neck and didn't want to push him away from him all the time.
Maybe he was forced into a desperate situation and was not willing to let Duan mingchong go.
Duan mingchong's hand accidentally touched Yan's eyelashes. Yan fan was stunned and rubbed, vaguely saying: "insect, your highness..."
Hearing that Sui Yan also called his name in his sleep, Duan mingchong smiled gently and leaned over, but he heard Sui Yan talking in his sleep: "Your Highness, eat it."
Duan mingchong: "
Duan mingchong silently retracted his hand and didn't dare to look again. He hugged Sui Yan and soon fell asleep.
The snow fell at night, and all sounds floated on the window lattice in silence, making a slight sound.
Before dawn, Duan mingchong got up, changed his clothes and asked people to bring hot water up. Then he walked back to his couch and gently woke up the sleepy old Yan.
Yan was sleepy and instinctively wanted to sit up, but just straightened up, he suddenly took a breath, covered his waist and fell back on the pillow.
Duan mingchong hurriedly went to see him: "what's the matter? Did you fall? "
Yan was sleepy. He was awakened by the pain.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Duan mingchong. He clapped his hand and said expressionless, "next time I go out alone with you, I won't be years old."
Duan mingchong looked at him holding his waist and sat up hard. He wanted to talk and stopped.
Year old Yan seemed to see what he thought in his heart, looked at him in horror and said, "you can't surname Duan!"
Duan mingchong: "
ok
Duan mingchong was young and thought too much, but most of his gentle and humble temperament developed over the years could not be publicized in his mouth, and Nian Yan seemed to see through him and blocked his imagination in a word.
Yan frowned and put on his clothes bit by bit. Duan mingchong stood aside. Every time he wanted to help him, he would slap him open. It was very fierce.
Duan mingchong couldn't help but said, "I'll have someone prepare some breakfast first. Let's go after eating."
Yan, aged 18, put on his clothes with a cold face, glanced at the copper drain next to him and said, "it's time to go to the court soon. Don't delay. If your highness is hungry, prepare some to eat in the car."
Duan mingchong was not sure whether Yan was uncomfortable with the pain all over, or because he was angry when he got up. He didn't refute him anymore and nodded.
Soon, they got into the carriage and drove towards the palace.
Year old Yan leaned against the wall of the car to make up his sleep all the way. He was probably too tired last night, and his eyes were a little gray.
Duan mingchong couldn't bear to look at it. He carefully leaned over and held Sui Yan's forehead to let him lean against his arms.
Year old Yan was startled, slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Duan mingchong.
Duan mingchong gave him a gentle smile.
Even if Yan was very angry, he was completely comforted by Duan mingchong's smile.
He reluctantly rubbed the center of his eyebrows and said, "forget it, it's already planted anyway.".
Year old Yan lay on Duan mingchong's leg, looked down at the falling ink hair, and whispered, "I don't know if my brother will kill me this time?"
It's just that the night doesn't end, and it's wiped clean by a man. Rao shisui doesn't care about him and Duan mingchong anymore. I'm afraid he'll have to blow up if he knows about it.
Duan mingchong gently touched his hair and said, "he won't hurt you."
Yan Xin said that he really can't do anything to me in front of you. It's not necessarily after you leave. At that time, he may not be pretending to be ill, but really ill.
The carriage drove for about two quarters of an hour and was about to enter the main street of the city.
At the age of 18, Yan fan was almost asleep. Suddenly, he felt that the rickety carriage suddenly stopped and the horse's neighing sounded at the same time.
Year old Yan was caught off guard and almost rolled down. Duan mingchong held him in his arms with quick eyes and hands.
Yan sat up with a frown.
Duan mingchong said, "what's the matter?"
Outside came the voice of the coachman: "Your Highness, Lord Song Xian is blocking the road."
Yan frowned more tightly: "is he alone?"
"Yes."
Duan mingchong had nothing to say, but Yan said coldly, "let him make way, and run over if you don't let him."
Coachman: "
Duan mingchong: "