Yan Yunhe's mind was so dizzy from the wine that he didn't know what night it was.

His hands were grabbed and held on his head, and his middle coat was completely open, revealing his waist and abdomen that were rising and falling due to rapid breathing.

This was a dream, Yu Qin would not kiss him in reality.

Yan Yunhe thought a little absentmindedly. The tongue that penetrated his lips was clumsy and fierce. There was a secret burning sensation in his lips, which hurt a little.

He frowned and easily broke away from Yu Qin's restraints. The other party didn't exert any force at all, but after noticing his restlessness, Yu Qin stopped kissing, stepped back slightly, and breathed quickly.

He stared at Yan Yunhe for a while, looking at the other person's red face, those chaotic and ambiguous light-colored pupils, and a belated look of annoyance on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Qin supported the bed and wanted to get up and leave.

The next second, the drunk man below him grabbed his collar and pulled him down, and captured his lips again.

Yan Yunhe's whole body felt hot, like a stove in winter, and the parts close to Yu Qin were burning with high temperature.

The intertwined lips and teeth made the sound of hot water, and the bed curtain separated a corner unknown to others.

Here, they seem to be able to do anything.

Yan Yunhe's tongue took the initiative to wrap around Yu Qin. His Adam's apple slid and he greedily swallowed Yu Qin's breath.

The fragrance that could only be smelled at the ends of my hair is now too strong.

Is Yu Qin wine? Why does the more you drink, the drunker you get?

The moment he realized that the other party wanted to retreat because of his excessive demands, Yan Yunhe chased after him. He propped his arms on the bed and his clothes had slipped to his arms.

The scarred body, under the flickering candlelight, was stained with desire.

At this time, Yanyun He's curly hair on his temples was already wet, and his pupils were shrunken due to excitement. He stared at Yu Qin closely, like a wild animal staring at its prey. He no longer had much rationality at this moment.

Yan Yunhe licked the swollen lips. This time, he was full of patience and gentleness, and shouted vaguely: "Hanchu."

"My Hanchu."

"My heart is happy with you."

He didn't force the other person to accept him, but slowly coaxed and licked gently until the tip of his troubled tongue was bitten hard. Yan Yunhe retreated suddenly, as if he finally knew he was afraid, and he again I lay on the bed and whispered that it hurt.

Yan Yunhe suffered many injuries on the battlefield, but he was bitten and it hurt anyway.

Yu Qin stared at him distrustfully, but saw that Yan Yunhe's eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was in severe pain, so he reached out and pinched his cheek, making him stick out the tip of his tongue: "But it's bleeding?"

Yan Yunhe reached out and pressed it. She grabbed the back of his head and slammed into his lips. The fishy smell filled the air. This time it was really bleeding, but it was Yu Qin's blood.

He is like a young man who has gone too far and has finally picked the flower that he has longed for. Once he holds it in his mouth, he will not let go, and he is so entangled.

Until the fire lit by the lips and teeth mixed with the alcohol and melted into the blood, burning wantonly from top to bottom, completely.

Yan Yunhe's hands were tied again, and were tied up by his own clothes. The instigator was Yu Qin, who tied up the out-of-control Yan Yunhe and backed away again.

Yu Qin's cold eyes and red and swollen lips formed a sharp contrast.

In the dim environment, the gaze struck Yan Yunhe like a whip. Instead of calming him down, he seemed to be even more out of control.

Yan Yunhe's lips were stained with Yu Qin's blood. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked around his lips. The taste of the blood was not good, but he wanted to get more. Even though he knew that no matter how much liquid he poured, it would not be able to drain his body. The fire inside.

"Feast in Huaiyang." An annoyed voice sounded in his ears word by word.

Yan Yunhe smiled, and he snorted: "That sounds good, call me again."

Then he was roughly turned over, and the muscles on his back emerged into clear shapes because his hands were restrained. The depth of the scars were scattered across the skin, and he felt the cold fingertips touch one of the scars.

The force was very light, as if he was afraid that the old injury would feel the pain again.

Yan Yunhe buried his cheek in the quilt, Yu Qin's breath filled his nostrils, and he moved his hips anxiously, a little unbearable.

The straps of the pants were also loosened, and the soft fabric was barely supported by the rise and fall of the buttocks.

The satin fit close to the body and perfectly outlined the curves of the hips. The few moves that Yan Yun He made clearly fell into Yu Qin's eyes.

The cloth binding his arms was suddenly pulled up slightly by Yu Qin. Pain arose in the joints of his shoulders. Yan Yunhe groaned and opened his dazed eyes.

"Yan Huaiyang, are you drinking wine?"

Even a drunk Yan Yunhe couldn't help but want to refute this question. If it wasn't wine, then it was something else.

The wine was all over his body, and even the flesh-colored scars were turning pink. A long diagonal knife wound crossed his back and stopped at the tail vertebra, barely avoiding the two waist hollows.

That pink mark seems tempting to look at, and see that there is something attractive about that narrow waist.

His fingertips landed on the longest scar and rubbed all the way down. When it reached the end, Yan Yunhe's buttocks trembled slightly and arched upward slightly, as if he was touched on an itchy spot and couldn't help but want to hide, but he hid in the wrong direction.

"Stop touching." His voice was muffled in the quilt, full of hoarseness, and it was difficult to hear clearly.

Yu Qin's voice was still cold: "Does it hurt?"

It would be fine if it hurt. The cold hair suddenly fell down and swept on his back. At the same time, a strange burn touched his waist. He realized It was Yu Qin who leaned down.

Then there was a pain in the back of his neck, and he completely lost consciousness.

Yan Yunhe seemed to have had a long dream, which was quite charming. In the dream, he seemed to see Yu Qin, but unlike Yu Qin, it was impossible for Yu Qin to show that look and let him be so wanton.

He opened his eyes, looked at the familiar bedroom, and the bed curtains that he saw every day, sat up, and sighed softly.

I have dreamed about Yu Qin many times, but this time the content seemed a bit exciting.

I don’t know if I have been holding it in for a long time, how could I have such a dream.

Song Wen opened the door and served him the hangover soup with a dark face: "Dr. Zhou's hangover pills don't seem to be of much use. Sir, you were completely drunk yesterday."

Yan Yunhe rarely gets drunk, and runs around after drinking. Less.

The only memory I have is that time at Donglin Academy, where I got drunk twice. Every time I found someone, they were lying on my bed peacefully.

Asked where he had gone, Yan Yunhe just looked confused.

As time passed, Song Wen didn't bother to ask anymore. It would be fine if the person had no missing arms or legs.

It was the same this time. Song Wen spent half the night with Yanyun He, but at dawn, he was lying on his bed sleeping soundly.

Yan Yunhe twisted the back of his stiff neck. He was tortured by the hangover. He drank the hangover soup brought by Song Wen: "Prepare water, I want to wash up."

The moment he soaked in the warm water, he felt as if he was alive. He came over, but just after sitting in the tub, there was a vague tingling sensation at the base of his leg. Yan Yunhe touched it casually, and the pain was not obvious. It felt like someone had pinched him for a long time.

Among the headaches caused by hangovers, they are completely insignificant. If it weren't for the stimulation of hot water, I wouldn't even feel the pain.

After Yan Yunhe washed up, he steeled himself and put on his official robe. He was going to the morning court today. You Liang was still beside him. Seeing his depressed look, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you become a thief last night?" "Hangover ?

" Yan Yunhe replied lazily.

He raised his eyes and saw Yu Qin still standing diagonally in front of him, his back showing a kind of indifference that could repel people thousands of miles away.

You Liang felt his inspection and whispered: "Poppy seems to be in a bad mood today. Who provoked him?"

Yan Yunhe rubbed his forehead and replied in a low voice: "How do I know."

There was no morning meeting today. Well, Yan Yunhe just wanted to leave the court quickly so that he could go home and lie down again. He felt that he couldn't get enough energy anywhere.

You Liang saw his appearance: "Why is your body so weak? I didn't know that you were beaten instead of drinking."

Yan Yunhe sighed: "This time I understand what it means to be drunk and hurt your body ." , It really feels like being beaten, everything hurts."

After finally getting through, Yan Yunhe followed the crowd and suddenly saw a familiar shadow in the distance. He almost thought he had seen it wrong, and took another closer look. , the person who came in through the palace gate led by the young eunuch was actually his old acquaintance.

Yan Yunhe immediately strode forward, all the discomfort in his body was shaken away by the arrival.

"Zhao Cheng'an!"

The figure in official uniform paused slightly and slowly turned around. His eyes fell on Yan Yunhe's face, and a hearty smile appeared: "I will tell you who dares to call me by my name."

Yan Yunhe hugged him and patted him hard on the shoulder: "Good guy, what are you doing? You came to the capital, and you didn’t even say a word to me!"

The civil servants passed by them and glanced at the two of them from time to time, as if they were a little disdainful of them being so rude in public. How could

Yan Yun treat those two people? He turned a blind eye, and in his heart was only the excitement of meeting his brother again, and his emotions were beyond words.

"How are Xiaoliu and the others doing? Are the brothers okay? Why did you suddenly return to Beijing? How long will you stay in Beijing this time? Do you have a place to live? Do you want to stay at my house?"

A series of questions made Zhao Chengan confused. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't be impatient, just ask one by one."

At this time, the little eunuch who had been silent for a long time finally said: "Master Zhao."

Zhao Cheng'an came back to his senses and patted his shoulder: " Huaiyang, I will go to your house to find you later."

Yan Yunhe nodded, the joy in his heart dissipated a lot. After calming down, countless doubts came to his mind.

Why did Zhao Chengan appear in the capital at this time? Could it be that... Yan Yunhe's whole body became cold, could it be that the master is coming back?

If Master really comes back, will it be related to the King Wu case?

Yan Yunhe was worried and looked at Zhao Chengan's back. He now urgently hoped that Zhao Chengan would come to his house quickly and help him solve his doubts.

You Liang also watched the play for a long time, and then stepped forward: "Who is that?"

Yan Yunhe said absently: "A good brother I met in Datong."

You Liang said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Just a brother "

Yan Yunhe came back to his senses and looked at him angrily: "It's just brother, can you stop thinking about these things all day long?"

You Liang shrugged: "It's not just that. It’s me.”