"Good!" Jing Shao heard was very happy, his small study prepared the famous qin, is waiting for Jun Qing open mind willing to play a song time, but unfortunately he never heard, let alone the sound of this jade xiao.
Mu Hanzhang glanced at the inexplicably excited Jing Shao, smiled helplessly, and placed the green jade xiao against his pale colored lips.
The moonlit night is quiet, and the sound of the xiao is whimpering, with a sense of ancient coolness. Slowly, the I.V. sound is like the wind passing through the forest; the ups and downs are like the moon reflecting the clear river.
Jing Shao does not know much about music, but this does not prevent him from listening to this tune, because his eyes did not leave the piper for a moment. The moonlight sprinkled down on the light green gauze, glistening long hand pressed the long jade xiao above, only to feel that the hands than the jade is also warm and moist.
The shimmering waves in the river reflected the face of that handsome and incomparable, accompanied by the sound of that xiao, Jing Shao I.V. saw a green phoenix, dancing under the moon, circling in the forest, rocking up to 90,000 miles ......
"How come it's gone?" The sound of the xiao came to an abrupt end, and Jing Shao, still far from having heard enough, was disgruntled.
Mu Hanzhang looked up at him, "Hear anything?"
"A green phoenix, rocking up to the clouds for ten thousand miles, and then what?" Jing Shao frowned, this feeling of listening to a story halfway through was very difficult.
Mu Hanzhang looked at him in surprise: "How could you hear so much?" This ancient song was passed down from the ancient times, the content of which is difficult to understand, not to mention those who do not know the rhythm, even the zither master may not be able to hear so much.
Jing Shao did not expect that he actually heard the meaning of it, can not help but smile: "ancient cloud gold is easy to get, know the voice is hard to find, if you meet the know the voice, even if it is a fisherman, woodcutter and old farmer, as usual, listen to understand. Understanding is not the song, but the playing of the song." Said reached out and scooped up a wisp of green silk around the fingers.
Mu Hanzhang converged his eyes, his handsome face slightly red under the moonlight: "Then do you know the name of this song?"
Jing Shao scratched his head, how would he know this? So, smiling, he sat down next to his own princess, took the hold into his arms, and said by one ear, "Guess it's 'Phoenix'."
"Nonsense ......唔...... "Mu Hanzhang glared at him, and before she could finish, her lips were blocked.
Jing Shao was only shallow, let him quiet down after slowly separated, reached out and stroked the cheek of the embrace, softly said: "There is a beautiful Ruoxi, see the not forget. One day of not seeing Ruoxi, thinking like crazy." With a magnetic voice as if chanting the ups and downs, very dynamic.
Mu Hanzhang quietly looked at him and slowly smiled, "This song is called 'xiao shao', in ancient times there were nine chapters of xiao shao, and today there are only three chapters remaining."
It turned out to be a stump song, Jing Shao nodded, no wonder he felt that he hadn't listened to the whole thing.
Seeing that he was still unenlightened, Mu Hanzhang sighed helplessly, "Today is the nineteenth day of the ninth month."
September 19th? Jing Shao's eyes widened at once, September 19th, wasn't that his birth date!
Since his mother passed away, except for the routine rewards from the palace, he really hasn't celebrated his birthday properly. Last life outside the war for many years, to the present day, he himself do not remember that there is the matter of birthdays, it is difficult for his own princess even remembered, injured still do not forget to cook a bowl of long arista noodles for himself.
"Junqing ......" Jing Shao looked at the arms, today all kinds of superimposed together, suddenly let a hundred feelings, a time actually do not know where to start.
"From today onwards will be twenty years old, it is too late to return to the capital to give a crown ceremony ......" Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips, the crown ceremony of the prince is very important, and its solemnity also determines the possibility of its inheritance of the throne, except that Jing Shao has already lost the right to inheritance, whether or not to perform a crown ceremony is irrelevant The crown ceremony is very important, its grandness also determines the possibility of its succession to the throne.
"The crown was already worn when the Prince was sealed," Jing Shao could see the pity in his own Wangfei's eyes, and a burst of warmth welled up in his heart, "but there's still an epithet missing, so why don't you come and take it." The royal family actually did not have an epithet, because the royal family's name was basically not called, let alone an epithet. Having Jun Qing start one was just something that the two of them called for fun in private.
Mu Hanzhang leaned into his arms, seeing that he didn't look sad, secretly saying that he was overthinking it, and curved his eyes up and said, "Jiu xiao shao jiucheng, there is a phoenix coming. How about, let's call it 'nine xiao shao'."
"Nine xiao ......" Jing Shao savored the word.
Xiao Shao Jiucheng, there is a phoenix to come. When father and mother gave him this name, they hoped that he would be the xiaoshao divine song that summoned the divine phoenix to bring peace and prosperity to DaChen, rather than letting him be the augur that fought for the throne. His future was already set when he was born, and his father's naming him King Cheng was not a reminder to him. Nay, he had never been able to see through it.
"How, but said what wrong?" Mu Hanzhang see his face show worry, can not help but some nervous, he is also according to Jing Shao's name guess the source, and do not know this Shao word exactly from where, if it is mentioned Jing Shao's what sadness can be really not worth the loss.
"No, mother empress must have thought the same way back then." Jing Shao smiled, tilted his head to look at the lower string moon in the sky, if mother's mother had a heavenly spirit and saw him today, she would certainly be very pleased.
The early fall in the south is still as hot as midsummer, and the evening breeze brushes against his face, interspersed with the fragrance of unknown flowers, bringing a burst of coolness. Jing Shao took a deep breath, in his arms for him to do so much, how can not give some return? So he lowered his head, smiled and said to the embrace, "In fact, also know how to blow."
"Really?" Mu Hanzhang was surprised, he had never heard of King Cheng knowing music before, and looking at Jing Shao's immodest smile, he was skeptical, "It can't be bragging, can it?"
"Whether it's bragging or not, try it and you'll know." Jing Shao seemed very confident.
So, a few moments later ......
"Well ...... this, where is this ...... Well ......" Mu Hanzhang sat on the stone and was forced to tilt his head back and gasp.
Jing Shao raised his head and laughed softly, "How is it, how is my king's blowjob?"
"...... "Looking at the buried head between his legs, Mu Hanzhang was too shocked to speak. That so proud, actually willing to lower his head for him, do these things that should not have been done for the husband!
Jing Shao kissed the little Junqing on his lips, hugged his cheeks scarlet, and gently placed him on the grass by the river, "If you can't tell if it's good or not, wait until you finish blowing this song before you judge it."
Mu Hanzhang slowly clenched the grass in his hand, which reacted to the fact that they were by the river! Curtains of heaven and earth, do this kind of thing, really make embarrassing: "Don't ...... here ...... ah ......" Suddenly deepened The warmth of the package, suddenly forced him to speak out of tune.
The starry sky in his eyes became bright and dark, and his body's sensations seemed to increase several times in vain in this silent wilderness, Mu Hanzhang had never felt this feeling so clear, making even though he knew that he could be found out at any time, he couldn't help but crave for more.
Mu Hanzhang trembled and reached out, stroking the head between his legs, this gentle treatment, the pity and love in it, all the way to his heart. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind, wanting him, wanting to become one with him.
"Spoonful ......"
Hearing the soft call from beneath him, Jing Shao stopped moving and crawled upwards to kiss his face, but was unexpectedly hooked around the neck! Jun Qing, this is, taking the initiative?
God knows that originally intended to have an addiction to stop the Jing Shao, was this gently hook, completely hooked soul. Fiercely catch that half-open and half-closed lips ruthlessly kissed up, but still left a trace of reason told him that the body in the arms is still injured, can not do excessive things.
"The wound is a little painful, gently ......" Mu Hanzhang bit the ear on his body and whispered, he did not know what was wrong with him, perhaps it was Jing Shao's deep love tonight that made him unable to help himself, perhaps it was today's turmoil that made him want to wash the bloody memories from his mind, or perhaps it was just his His own heart wants to do so ......
I'm so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so young.
Jing Shao heard this, and if he held back any longer he wouldn't be a male!
Scooping a small walnut-sized box from his waist, he opened it, and a familiar, ethereal scent emanated from it.
Mu Hanzhang saw that he even carried such a thing with him and glared at him with a red face.
The cool cream was slowly applied, Jing Shao skillfully found that lovely bit, pressed and kneaded it, at the same time leaning down, once again containing the little Junqing that was left out in the cold, waiting for the body underneath to soften into a puddle of spring water, only then stopping the pioneering movements, pinching that strong narrow waist and rushing in.
Mu Hanzhang bit his lip, enduring that painful yet comfortable feeling, even though the wound on his shoulder would hurt, even though the grass underneath him was not as soft as the bed, he felt that this was the most pleasurable time for him in such a long time. The I.V. had broken free from all kinds of shackles and dissolved with it with a pure heart.
Smelling the scent of grass, through the moonlight can see every expression in the arms, that slightly frowning eyebrows, containing thin tears in the eyes, was bitten out of the teeth marks of the lower lip, the pink body, and even that shoulder of soft silk, everything is beautiful beyond words, Jing Shao couldn't help but speed up the action.
Only after a long time did Jing Shao come back to his senses from this hearty love｜thing, placatingly kissed the still non-stop trembling one, and slowly retreated, naturally provoking another string of fine, soft chants.
"Does the wound hurt?" After a brief cleaning with river water, Jing Shao sat on the grass and took the cuddle into his arms, unwrapping the soft silk on his shoulder to check.
"It's ...... okay," Mu Hanzhang was sore and weak, lazily leaning against him.
"Oh no, it's still bleeding." Jing Shao looked at the wound that hadn't completely scabbed over and began to ooze beads of blood again, and was instantly remorseful, picking up his arms across his body and heading back to the tent.
"So change to use that medicine, in a few days to pull the camp bumps, can not help but also cracked," Mu Hanyang lying on that broad shoulders, drowsy, this kind of toss down, even if the wound hurts also sleep, yawning a little with some nasal voice, "back to the military tent, lest it be seen tomorrow. "
Jing Shao heard, think of the king's tent there is an obstruction of the hair tiger, really should not go, then turned to the side of the military division tent. The tent also has medicine, Jing Shao put on the bed and went to find the jade bottle: "Evening first coated this, tomorrow to see how the situation again." Not as a last resort, he did not want to give Jun Qing to use that kind of medicine, the wound is so deep, with that how much pain ah?
All was silent, the noise of the camp had all but disappeared, leaving only the footsteps of the patrolling guards and a chorus of insects.
A black shadow quietly sneaked outside the king s tent, crouched, lightly lifted the lower corner of the tent curtain, noiselessly creeping forward, traveling to the bedside, scooping down the dagger in the mouth, suddenly leaped up, and ruthlessly stabbed down ...... towards the bed! That a shock, is about to retreat, suddenly by a sharp thing scratched to the hand, thought that the ambush, can not help but scream out.
"Who!" The guards patrolling here rushed in at the word, torches lighting up the entire tent, reflecting the panicked assassin's and the small furry group under the covers.
"Woohoo!" Little Yellow, quite upset about waking him up, bared his yap at him and crouched down to lick his blood-stained paws in slow motion.