Royal Road

The end of one year, the beginning of the new year. On the night before Yuan Dynasty, even the lights in Jinyang City were extinguished early. Luoyang was in chaos and the emperor moved the capital. This world seems to be getting more and more difficult. However, there was a Liang envoy stationed in Jinyang, and even the bad news was far away. Caravans pass, the population grows, and the common disasters in previous years have never occurred. Every day is more hopeful than the day before. So people also go to bed early, looking forward to the arrival of the Ming Dynasty New Year.

On the other hand, many people know about the solar eclipse in the Governor's Mansion. It's not like welcoming the Chinese New Year. It seems that they are looking forward to the new year after the **** celestial phenomenon has passed.

However, there are people who don't care about mere celestial phenomena.

After the screen, the large wooden barrel made a splash of water, and Yi Yan stepped into the basin. The warm water instantly wetted the naked skin. The ground dragon was already burning in the room, and the water was burning just right, not feeling cold, but warm and pleasant. Yi Yan wetted his shoulders with a cloth towel, took the bath beans from the side, and rubbed them carefully.

This bath bean is not cheap, it is mainly soybean powder, with various herbs and spices. Now Jinyang is also on sale in the market, and it seems that the new recipe developed by it is still a few that can buy it. At the end of the day, the envoy also gave some important officials to some important officials, as well as some batter for winter. When others have received such a great reward, they are afraid that they are reluctant to use it, and Yi Yan is not stingy.

After a handful of bath beans were discarded, the dyed texture showed a slight fragrance, and Yi Yan just got out of the bathtub. After drying the water marks on his body, he came to the cage, took out a set of clean clothes from it, hesitated for a moment, put it back, and changed to a new set of clothes that he had never worn. The shirt had a dark blue background, which was slightly darker than his eyes.

Neatly dressed, with only a bun, he walked through the door and headed for the main courtyard.

Liang Feng put down the letterhead in his hand and let out a sigh of relief. Tomorrow, that pair of hip flasks should be on Liu Yuan's case. Xin Ling's movements were really quick.

This is just the beginning. The territorial competition afterwards is not just as simple as fighting. There are also divorce, assassination, bribery, rumors, and even various economic wars. Every inch of the land is soaked with blood. It’s not your own, it’s someone else’s.

But now that he faced these things, he didn't even feel too much. Just choose the best one among all the means to achieve the goal. Anything that can effectively kill the enemy and protect oneself will be regarded as a good strategy. Perhaps this is the mentality that politicians must have. Only now, he is guarding his own people. When the world is under control, who is this coldness facing?

No wonder power can change people. No matter how wise the emperor is, after sitting for a long time, he will be confused and make mistakes. Just because politics is too cruel, it can wash away humanity, and make the people above the throne become iron stones. All the humility and lowliness, all the words and deeds, all the life and death can be judged, are slowly obliterating judgment, making people swell and mad.

However, he cannot retreat, nor can he take a step.

The candle light on the table flickered, and Yan Xin made a crackling sound. Someone outside said, "Master, General Yi, please see me."

Liang Feng woke up, "Call him in."

Before the voice was over, the door opened, and one person strode into the house. Seeing that person's dress clearly, a smile appeared on Liang Feng's lips: "Should I set up a general mansion for you?"

I saw that Yi Yan was wearing a new tufted robe, dark blue, with some dark lines, which was much brighter than the clothes he usually wears, and under the light, the skin color was whiter. Without a crown on his head, he only wraps the bun with a towel, and the ends of the hair on the side are even slightly damp. Washed for nothing in the middle of the night, and ran out of flowers, the intention is not too difficult to guess.

Yi Yan was taken aback, why did he suddenly set up a mansion for him? Did he move out of the governor's mansion? However, in the next moment, he saw the smile in Liang Feng's eyebrows, so he also smiled: "How dare you refuse to be rewarded by the lord? If the lord can live in my house, it would be better."

With that said, he walked to Liang Feng's side, knelt down and sat down. The two were close together, and even the faint fragrance of the bath beans on his body floated over.

Liang Feng couldn't help but laughed: "The incense that Boyuan changed today is a bit weird."

Yi Yan didn't answer the conversation, but instead looked at the expression on his face carefully, and suddenly said, "What's wrong with the lord?"

Liang Feng choked. He didn't expect that the emotional remnants from before could also be seen by Yi Yan. But when the other party asked this, what was choking in my heart suddenly lightened. Liang Feng smiled: "It's not a bad thing. It can save many lives."

Yes it is. No matter how he will change in the future, he is still sure to keep his heart, at this moment, these things are all to reduce casualties, in order to give Yi Yan a little more assurance when he fights before the battle. As long as he can, he will do it. So Easy. It's like that person is fighting for his life, just to reassure himself.

Watching that person's depression melt away, Yi Yan's heart jumped quickly. He liked the lord's smile. Careless, intentional, cheerful, and now, full of faith and love, sultry.

He took a step, and then moved forward: "The lord has been busy for a few days, can I have free time today?"

These days, Liang Feng is really busy. Before going to the party to establish the country, it was an endless ceremony all day long. The people in the newly-established county government's mansion are so messy, where is Rong Yiyan close? After returning to Jinyang, there was another bunch of banquets. No wonder this person couldn't hold back and ran over in the middle of the night.

"Tomorrow is Zhengdan, naturally busy. Why? Boyuan want to give me a gift first?"

This is a bit teasing. It is true that Yiyan likes to give him something alone when he is celebrating Zhengdan. It is also difficult for him to be a great coach, and he still nests in the camp every day to carve jade. But this year, this person may not be able to produce anything. Half the time to recuperate and half the time to expedition, how can there be time to polish jade?

Who Liuyi waited for a while, and then he took out a hosta from his arms. The hairpin is simple and simple in shape, and the jade material is good, and at first glance it has been carefully polished.

Liang Feng raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what it means to send a hairpin?"

In this era, the meaning of sending hairpins is not simple. When a woman gives a hairpin to a lover, it means that the two love each other, and the non-jun does not marry. And when a man gives a woman a hairpin, it is a wish and knot, and the love will last forever. How can such a gift be easily given?

Yi Yan pursed his lips: "I didn't know it back then."

then? This is what he once wanted to send, but didn't send it? But today, he knows the meaning of sending a hairpin, or is he going to send this personally carved hosta into his hands?

That hand, steadily handed in front of him, just holding the root hairpin, it actually felt a little stubborn. Obviously, what should be done and what shouldn't be done, there is still a hidden anxiety in that person's expression. It seems that what I was asking for has not been obtained yet.

Perhaps, he will never find peace of mind. Just because of the identity of the two, because of the insurmountable class. They are kings and ministers, masters and servants. Only up and down, no constraints.

However, he never stopped.

Liang Feng stretched out his hand and took the hairpin: "I think you have a side job. One day, you can fill up your makeup."

The makeup is a mirror box for women's dressing, and it is often used as a dowry in later generations. However, this ridicule never fell into the ears of the opposite person. Liang Feng held the hairpin's hand and was held tightly by Yi Yan.

"Lord, wish me..." He opened his mouth, but didn't say the next thing.

Those blue eyes flashed with desire and almost worshipping desire. Can he allow it? Let him live? Sparks rushed up along the held wrist and burned all over the body. Liang Feng didn't answer, but leaned slightly and dropped a kiss on the man's lips.

Life is too long, there are too many possibilities and variables. He couldn't guess, couldn't see through. However, at this moment, he didn't mind obeying his desires and letting the fire burn even harder.

The words were stuck in the mouth, along with the breath. However, the kiss came quickly and retreated too quickly, just a touch, and I wanted to withdraw. How could Yi Yan let it go! With a tight hand, he pulled the person who wanted to retreat into his arms, inserted his black hair with the other hand, clasped the back of his head, and made a shallow touch that became intense and long, unable to separate.

I don't know how long I kissed, maybe the breath didn't last, and the hand holding the hairpin loosened casually. The hosta fell gently into the room. But no one cares about this little thing. After another moment, Yi Yan suddenly got up, picked up the person in his arms, and walked towards the inner room.

Surprised by this action, Liang Feng shouted in annoyance: "Yi Boyuan!"

This soft drink was soon annihilated in the wet kiss. The lights in the room were not extinguished, flickering and burning for a long time, and finally the oil ran out and turned into a wisp of smoke.