Chapter 209: This body, promised to the country, it is difficult to be promised to the Secretary again.

After a night of chaotic dreams, Yan Yuanheng woke up at the right time.

He almost never drank, so he didn't know that being drunk could make him sore.

Yan Yuanheng rolled over and sat up in a daze, but what he saw was not the familiar interior of the tent.

The hanger, which he had always demanded to be neatly arranged, had fallen down, and the garments were thrown about, white lining, golden sash, tangled in a mess, one pair of shoes in front of the bed, and one pair of shoes kicked carelessly under the window.

Yan Yuanheng held his sore forehead, thinking, "Drinking is really a mistake.

He turned his body sideways, lifted the quilt with the intention of getting up, and opened his mouth to call the guards to enter and clean up, "Jen ......"

Before he could speak, his mouth was covered.

Covering him was a lean arm, scarred and calloused from bow and arrow pulling and lance gripping.

"Hush." Shi Tingyun wrapped his arms around him from behind, "...... I would like to sleep for a little while longer, will the Thirteenth Prince allow it?"

It was yesterday that these hands held him helplessly when he could not enter, and coaxed him to find the right place to enter.

"Thirteenth Prince, this is the place ......"

A thunderbolt rolled through Yan Yuanheng's mind, causing his entire body to stiffen.

Upon this point, countless fragments of last night flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

They did more than one of the ridiculous things they did last night.

Neither of the two screamed out, both keeping their voices deep in their throats.

Yan Yuanheng vaguely remembers that he seemed to have said a lot of extraordinary nonsense, called Shi Tingyun's name, and even pressed against his ear and whispered some frank words that made people blush.

He used honorifics, called him General Toki, and asked him in a gentle voice to arch his back a little higher, as if he were just a junior soldier under him.

After eating their hearts out, the two of them rolled from the bed to the bottom of the bed, and Yan Yuanheng carried Shi Tingyun to the window and held him down by the window, facing the bright moon outside.

Shi Tingyun's waist was so weak that he couldn't control himself and slid down to his knees several times, but he held him up by the waist and continued to go deeper.

Later, they left a pair of shoes by the window.

Yan Yuanheng embraced him and returned to bed.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Shi Tingyun couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to get off the bed, his hand just reached the curtain tent, but was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back, dragging the green tent down, the light veil was draped over the two of them, and then slid down to the ground along with the undulating movements.

After remembering everything, Yan Yuanheng's first reaction was to try Shi Tingyun's temperature.

After last night's mix-up, Shi Tingyun's body heat has subsided quite a bit, and he only has a low-grade fever to the touch.

After confirming that he was fine, Yan Yuanheng did not bother to blush.

He mumbled, "...... Su Chang, I didn't mean to offend ......"

Shi Tingyun pillowed on his arm, his voice hoarse: "Then, report to the Thirteenth Prince, I meant to offend, please punish the Thirteenth Prince."

Yan Yuanheng : "......!!!"

Shi Tingyun looked closer at him, his eyes were smiling, but his cheeks were gradually reddening.

Yan Yuanheng stared blankly at his slightly reddened lips, the knot in his throat rolling cautiously up and down a bit, his eyes looking as if he were watching a beautiful dream.

He moved forward a little tentatively.

Shi Tingyun crooked his head to look at him.

Yan Yuanheng gathered his courage and was about to kiss him, but Shi Tingyun dodged back and his kiss was missed.

Yan Yuanheng's face instantly turned red, and he looked at Shi Tingyun with seven parts confusion and three parts aggression.

Shi Tingyun smiled and took the initiative to kiss him.

Yan Yuanheng's brain exploded and he thought, "It's so soft.

The sinews wrapped in his arms were hard and strong in a man's way, and his mouth was hot and soft.

He hugged Shi Tingyun, red-faced and kissed him again and again with fascination, like a child eating candy; after his lips had tasted enough, he gently touched his cheeks, the beads of his lips, and the tip of his nose.

That's so nice.

Shi Tingyun took it upon himself to kiss the flowery patch on his forehead that he hadn't had time to remove, calling a halt to his childish antics.

He scared Yan Yuanheng: "Someone is coming."

Yan Yuanheng covered his head with the quilt and said in a small voice, "Don't scare people. Sleep a little longer."

There was already the sound of walking outside the tent, and the two of them curled up in this little part of the world felt a little nervous, and it was hard to hide the sweetness that filled their hearts.

Yan Yuanheng braced his weakened legs and got off the ground, simply put on some clothes, opened the curtain, and unsurprisingly saw Ren Qing, who was guarding the garrison, not far from the tent.

Yan Yuanheng is the Emperor's son. How can they dare to leave their post?

Yan Yuanheng forced back his blush and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Draw some hot water."

Ren Qing didn't dare to raise her head, "Yes, Thirteenth Master."

The hot water was brought in by Yan Yuanheng himself, who refused to let anyone see Shi Tingyun's sorry state.

He clutched the handle of a hand towel and wiped Shi Tingyun's fingers and arms, then lifted the covers, saw the roots of his thighs shivering uncontrollably, and couldn't help but blush as he silently wiped the filth from them.

He rejoiced in his heart, but there was also some indescribable depression.

After casting a few fresh handfuls of the towel and wiping Shi Tingyun clean, he sat down on his knees on the edge of the bed and said earnestly, "Su Chang, I have something to say to you."

Shi Tingyun barely managed to prop himself up into a sitting position, "Well, I have something to say to you as well."

The two men were silent.

Yan Yuanheng: "You first?"

Shi Tingyun laughed, "How would I dare rob the Thirteenth Prince first."

Yan Yuanheng sank down a bit, "I thought a lot yesterday. Fang Cai, also thinking. I think, I have to give you an explanation. After returning to Wangcheng, I will beg my father for the position of Prince of Zhenbian, and come to the border to guard ...... with you."

Two twenty year olds, one sitting and one kneeling, discussing their relationship, and the road ahead, very seriously.

Shi Tingyun patiently listened to Yan Yuanheng finish his thoughts and said, "Su Chang also has a thought."

Yan Yuanheng: "You talk, I listen."

Shi Tingyun said: "The dignity of the throne, not an ordinary crown, allow you and others to push around. Yuanzhao know that the talent is not as good as you, give in for many years, but also waste themselves for many years, you say begging for a Prince's position, said away, and how to live up to his years of dedication?"

These words were exactly on the point of depression in Yan Yuanheng's heart.

"And the Emperor's many years of favor, Yan Fei's many years of hope, and how can you say that you can throw it away?"

Consort Yan was the position of Yan Yuanheng's mother before she was demoted.

Shi Tingyun slowly said, "I agree with Yuanzhao's reasoning of having fun in time, but you and I are different from Yuanzhao, you have the Yan family's rivers and mountains, and I have an army in the northern province, and both of us have our own hang-ups, which are hard to leave behind."

"The Yan family kingdom, left in the hands of others, may have another splendor; but I want to see what it would be like if it were in your hands."

Yan Yuanheng looked at Shi Tingyun and suddenly felt as if he had lived more than ten years longer than he had, his words sober, sensible, old, and gentle.

"But you ......" Yan Yuanheng heard his own voice, it is hard to hide his heartache, "And what are you going to do? What should we ...... do?"

"You and I have connected with each other. I, Shi Tingyun, have no more regrets in this life." Shi Tingyun said with a smile, "I ...... made a big mistake in the past, and should atone for the wronged souls who died in vain. If I were to dominate the people of the Yan family dynasty again, I would be too greedy."

Yan Yuanheng guessed that the "big mistake" he was talking about was his wrong belief in Chu Ziling.

He relieved, "The fault is not yours ......"

"The fault lies with me. I will not pass the buck." Shi Tingyun said, "My Shi Tingyun's volunteer for the rest of my life is to die for the sake of guarding the Yan family's kingdom and protecting the people's peace."

Yan Yuanheng did not say a word again, and only looked at Shi Tingyun, not knowing whether he was disappointed or sad.

Shi Tingyun also knew that it was too much of a scene for him to say such a thing after the pleasure of this □□□.

But there are some things that must also be stated at this time.

He had a scar in his heart, a scar that had cut his heart open and sewed it back up again, a scar that would probably linger for the rest of his life, preventing him from enjoying his happiness in peace.

Shi Tingyun had planned to keep his mouth shut for the rest of his life, so it was good that he and Yan Yuanheng got off on the wrong foot.

And Yan Yuanzhao's words on the riverbank finally gave him the resolve to deal with it head-on.

Shi Tingyun solemnly said: "Shi Tingyun understands his own heart, his life is committed to the country, will never marry. In the future, if you can be the emperor, three palaces and six houses, the queen of the palace, since it is indispensable. I will not have extra expectations, we will be like this ......."

Yan Yuanheng interrupted him, "There won't be."

Yan Yuanheng had always been a stickler for decorum, rarely interrupting others, but he seemed to be in a real hurry.

Shi Tingyun smiled a little helplessly, thinking, childish words.

He said, "Well, don't gamble with me. Is that something you say you won't marry? You can't account for the heir alone."

Yan Yuanheng straightened up and said, "I only ask you one sentence, in your heart, in addition to the Yan family's rivers and mountains, the people's peace and quiet, can there be me?"

This question caused Shi Tingyun some heartache.

He inclined his head, not nodding or shaking it.

Without saying a word, Yan Yuanheng rolled over and got out of bed, kneeling on one knee and raising his eyes to look at Shi Tingyun who was leaning against the bed.

Shi Tingyun was a bit surprised and couldn't straighten up again, so he could only look at him sideways.

Yan Yuanheng didn t know what to say to make Shi Tingyun believe his words, so he tightly grasped the clothes on his chest and said word by word, "...... If you don t have me in your heart, you are the first person Yan Yuanheng s heart pleases. "

"If you have me in your heart, you are the one who pleases Yan Yuanheng."

Shi Tingyun's eyes warmed slightly, "...... What is the One World?"

Yan Yuanheng said, "One world, that is, you only have me, and I only have you."

He wanted to hold Shi Tingyun's hand, but because of his shyness, he only dared to hold tightly to the quilt he draped over the edge of the couch: "...... In the future, there will be a book of history, and if you and I are fortunate enough to be on it together. That will be the book of marriage between you and me."

Shi Tingyun leaned over, gripped the covers, and laughed out softly while tears fell from his eyes.

......

Ten years later.

Jianping twenty-nine years, the emperor is aware of his age, energy is not good, gave way to the Prince Huang thirteenth son, retired from the position of the emperor.

In the winter of the 29th year of Jianping's reign, Yan Yuanheng, the 13th son of the Emperor, ascended the throne and renamed the state Yong'an.

Rumor has it that Yan Yuanheng, the thirteenth son of the Emperor, went to Zhennan Pass to guard the border for two years when he was young, and made great achievements, and made a marriage there, took a woman as his wife, and when he was about to enter Wangcheng, the woman died of illness. Yan Yuanheng love this woman very deeply, refused to take another wife, the next woman is not willing to look again, only in Jianping 24 years, succeeded the Emperor's sixth son Yan Yuanzhao third son, raised on the side of the body, as the biological son.

Since his ascension to the throne, only when the father rewarded him for the enlightenment of the courtesan sealed a not low position, will no longer consort, after the vacant position, he did not mention the matter of re-establishment, no matter how the hundred officials to advise, he only blandly said, this is my home.

The two royal historians also want to persuade, aside Yan Yuanzhao is unable to listen to, shake a fan, laughed: "Liu Royal Historian, Zhang Royal Historian so anxious, is it want to personally enter the palace to serve the emperor? If the two adults have this idea, this king can introduce the two into the palace ......."

Liu Royal Historian and Zhang Royal Historian even said they didn't dare and wiped their sweat and went out of the hall.

Yan Yuanzhao took it as a joke and wrote to Shi Tingyun, who was guarding the border.

Shi Tingyun was already a famous general.

The armistice was signed, but the Southlanders were still dumbfounded.

Two years ago, when the border war started again, he fought with Tie Muer's own army and almost killed him with an arrow. Since then, the South Border has been greatly reduced, and has suffered two more fierce defeats before hibernating like a quail.

Shi Tingyun opened Yan Yuanzhao's letter and laughed from the beginning to the end at his mixed-up words.

Li Yeshu sharpened his ink for him, and seeing him so cheerful, he laughed and said, "Gong Zi, seeing you so cheerful, I guess it's the Sixth Prince who has sent a letter."

He has been beacon fire washed out a heroic spirit, long gone that crying out to die with him to go to the border with the shadow of the youthful young man.

He was married to a woman from the south of the border, and now his children are all over the camp, but when he comes to Shi Tingyun's side, his nagging words are not any less.

Shi Tingyun laughed: "General Li, I'm thirty years old, but I'm still a Gong Zi ah."

Li Yeshu naturally said, "Gong Zi is A Shu's Gong Zi for a time, and A Shu's Gong Zi for a lifetime."

Shi Tingyun reached out and patted him on the head, Li Yeshu was docile and continued to sharpen his ink with a peaceful light in his eyes.

Shi Tingyun opened the next letter.

Only Shi Tingyun's name was written on the envelope, but just by reading the handwriting, he could recognize who the sender was.

He unfolded three pages of letterhead.

The man was really uninteresting, brief and concise, talking about things in life, forests and all, and only wrote two pages.

Shi Tingyun muttered disgruntledly and turned the last page.

Just at this time, the wind outside the tent, embroidered with the words "Northern Household Army" dark red military flag rolled up, hunting flying, flag shadow winding, like a dragon wings.

Li Yeshu used a paperweight to press the letters aside for fear that they would be blown away by the incoming wind.

Shi Tingyun raised his head, looked out of the tent, and couldn't help but smile brightly.

He held in his hand the letter the man had sent.

On the last page, in his restrained yet powerful words, "...... If there is a long wind around the flag, it is me thinking of you."