Royal Road

There seemed to be a huge boulder on his chest, and it was so uncomfortable that it made people breathless. Liang Feng woke up from his sleep, struggling to open his eyes. I saw a sturdy and powerful arm across his chest, as if trying to lock himself, holding it tightly.

After reacting for two seconds, Liang Feng raised his hand to support his forehead. What happened last night really broke the poor bottom line and made myself fall completely. The mind is simply out of control, as long as it is refreshing, everything else is trivial.

Last night, it was so cool...

He couldn't help but lower his gaze, falling on the sleeping face on the side. Even with the most critical gaze, it is a pretty handsome face, not like the European style of coldness, but with some Middle Eastern characteristics, handsome and aggressive. In future generations, it is definitely a type of hormone explosion. Now that he fell asleep, he showed some youthful and childish aura, and even the unstoppable evil spirit was retreated seven or eight.

Bo was mostly wrapped around her body, leaving only a small amount on the other's back. Covered by the sheets, there is a fascinating undulating arc. The shoulders are broad, the waist is narrow and the hips are tilted, and the legs are slender and straight. Every inch of muscle was exercised just right, and the deep and shallow scars did not make it pale, on the contrary, it looked like a sleeping tiger and cheetah, showing a wild taste.

Okay, compared to his own haircut, he definitely made a profit.

There were some self-deprecating thoughts for no reason. Liang Feng gently pushed Yi Yan's arm away and sat up. This action is definitely not small, but it didn't wake the opponent. His body was covered in strands, but was printed with spots of green and red marks. The tingling feeling of swallowing came out again, Liang Feng shook his head quickly, picked up the shirt that had fallen to the side, and got up.

Maybe I was too tired last night, and a little drunk, so I just went to sleep. My body is sticky now, which is really uncomfortable. Liang Feng walked a few steps outside, trying to find some water to wipe. Yi Yan no longer likes to be served by others, and the maidservant should also prepare some clean water for washing... However, when this thought came to mind, Liang Feng's complexion became cold, he didn't even put on his shoes, gathered up his clothes, walked quickly to the door, and opened it. Door.

By the door, there was a small figure kneeling, as if frightened by Liang Feng's actions, and quickly fell to the ground. The thin and slender back trembled slightly, and I don't know how long he waited outside. That is Ome, his personal servant.

When he came in last night, he left Ome outside. But how could Qingmei not be worried if he didn't leave overnight? I don't know that after several struggles, I muster the courage to stay here. In the final analysis, I am afraid that there is a lack of people around me to serve. This feeling is not difficult to understand, but how much did she hear?

The color on the face changed a few times, and Liang Feng finally slowed down: "Go and get some warm water clothes."

Hearing this, Qingmei seemed to have received an amnesty, and bowed again before getting up. The footsteps swayed slightly. It is estimated that after staying overnight, his legs and feet are numb. But soon, she returned to normal and hurriedly walked out.

Looking at the girl's back, Liang Feng sighed in his heart. This is the inconvenience of ancient times. Anyone with status and status cannot have true privacy. To drive all the servants clean, on the contrary, makes people suspicious. Forget it, Qingmei knows it, these personal servants can still be trusted. It's just that how long can he keep the matter from Yi Yan?

Maybe it's time to change, let Yi Yan go to his side. Sleeping on foot, the guest entering the curtain can be regarded as an elegant event in line with the trend of the times, and the chance of wanting to be crooked is less. If you live in the subordinate's courtyard every day for one night, you will have no silver three hundred taels here.

As I was thinking, a low voice suddenly came from inside the house: "Master?"

In that voice, there was some confusion and horror. Liang Feng quickly turned around and walked back indoors, only to see that Yi Yan had already sat up and wanted to go to the ground.

"The splint has just been removed, so let's take two steps less." Liang Feng stopped immediately.

Seeing Liang Feng's disheveled figure, Yi Yan seemed to be stunned for a moment before slowly relaxing his shoulders. It looked like something lost and recovered.

"The water will be delivered in a while." Liang Feng walked to the side of the couch, before he could stand still, he was hugged by the other party.

Regarding the angle, this hug was a little awkward. Yi Yan's forehead was on Liang Feng's leg, and he didn't look up, just whispering in a low voice: "I can't find the lord, I thought it was just a dream last night."

He slept very little last night, fearing that he would lose the person in his arms after waking up. Unexpectedly, when I got up this morning, my arms were still empty. Is this just an over-thinking, conjecture? After such a long and sweet night, suddenly waking up from a dream, how lost it should be.

This eager gesture reminded Liang Feng of the pious and moving kiss and touch last night. As soon as his Adam's apple rolled, he put his hand on the back of the opponent's head and touched it soothingly. The long hair accumulated was slightly curled, not very soft, and thick and exuberant like the vitality of this person.

He actually didn't want Yi Yan to be eclipsed by himself.

"It will always be noticed by others." Liang Feng couldn't help it after all, and said, "You and me should be more careful, don't follow the truth..."

Yi Yan raised his head abruptly: "To be honest? The lord doesn't want others to know?"

"This matter is of no use to you." Liang Feng frowned, and answered solemnly, "No matter how great a battle is, it can't be worth all the money. After a hundred years, others will not remember your achievements, but will only remember the passing of luck. A fortune. You deserve a better reputation..."

Yi Yan frowned, "After a hundred years, I have become underground bones. What is the use of my name? It's good to remember it. In the future, others who read history will know that the Lord is interested in me!"

His voice didn't hesitate, so he said so. Looking at the sharp and straightforward gray-blue eyes, Liang Feng was dumb. Such fierce sincerity is something he will never be able to do. Like a flame, the burning person's skin hurts, and he can't bear to shrink back. In a few years, decades later, will he regret it? Like every person who loves Mi, whether he regrets that he was in the first place, is he tired of seeing each other? Or really feel the taste of power and ruin the foundation he has created?

He can't see the future. I don't even want to care about the problems so long after. Because the person in front of him was looking at him eagerly, without flinching at all.

Liang Feng bent down and pressed a soft kiss on the man's lips: "Everyone else's palace is full of traitorous concubines and demon empresses, but in my courtyard, there is only you, a hard bone."

There was a bit of helplessness in his voice, and more of a soft joke.

Yi Yan's breathing began to swiftly: "Master..." His hand slipped into the open clothes in front of him, and his fingertips gently brushed the erythema and blue marks on it, "Did I hurt you last night?"

Liang Feng picked his eyebrows: "Did I hurt you last night?"

He stroked an unhealed scar on the opponent's shoulder if pointedly. An injury number, dare to ask this?

Yi Yan's hand was immediately clenched, and he firmly hugged the slender waist in front of him: "Is there any injury? I'm afraid I will ask the lord to see for me..."

This kid is more and more able to climb smoothly. However, Liang Feng couldn't refuse the invitation. The lips were glued together again, and the curtain on the couch swayed gently, like the wind blowing.

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Duan Qin put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his sore wrist. These days, his main job is to ponder the concept of "six parts" proposed by the lord.

Because the territory has expanded to Jizhou and Sizhou, the original Zhu Cao has been unable to coordinate the three places. The lord proposed the idea of ​​setting up six independent departments in the governor's mansion. It's a bit like the nine princes of the DPRK and China, but the division of labor is clearer, and there will be no ambiguity in powers and responsibilities. More importantly, once the six-part framework is set, it can be fully incorporated no matter how far the site is expanded. It is a stroke of magic!

Just hearing the lord's mention, Duan Qin had countless thoughts in his mind. After studying at the desk for the past two days, I want to perfect this idea. It's just that the matter is unprecedented, there are too many details that need to be considered, and the progress is quite slow. It took ten days to work out a rough idea.

After reading the manuscript carefully, Duan Qincai nodded, rolled up the papers, and walked to the study.

However, when he arrived at the study, he found himself emptied. If you don’t need to go to the office today, shouldn’t the lord stay in the study to deal with official duties?

Being puzzled, the servant next to him stepped forward and said: "The master Duan may have to wait a little longer, the master is still in the backyard."

In the backyard? Duan Qin was taken aback: "But are you sick?"

"It's just that it's too late, so I ask Duan's master book to stay less." The servant replied respectfully.

Gao Xuan's heart then fell to the ground, but after thinking about it carefully, Duan Qin frowned again. Wait, the lord is late?

After so many years with the lord, Duan Qin naturally knew that the other party's work and rest have been extremely regular, and there has never been any delay. Such self-denial, not indulging in enjoyment, is also a character that everyone in the house admires. However, in the past month or so, the lord's time in the front yard seems to have been slightly reduced, and sometimes official business will be taken to the back yard for processing. This is really weird.

If you have just married a wife and a concubine, you still understand. But there is no one in the lord's backyard. Why did you suddenly change your temperament?

A weird idea suddenly appeared. Duan Qin pursed his lips, wondering if he should think about it. But there are some things that are always wrong...

Just thinking about it, the people around him suddenly got shorter and rushed forward to salute. Duan Qin quickly waved away distracting thoughts, and said, "Master!"

"Let Si Ruo wait for a long time." Liang Feng walked forward with a smile, and held Duan Qin in his arms. "But is there something to find me?"

Duan Qin's gaze swept over the man's face, and he didn't see the weak and sick state. Instead, the snowy skin showed a light blush, and he looked radiant and in a good mood.

The words paused, and Duan Qin said: "The lower official has drafted the draft of the six parts, and the lord will also look at it."

Liang Feng suddenly came to his mind. This was the highlight of resetting the government structure. I didn't expect it to be completed so quickly. No nonsense, he took the papers and strode towards the study: "Thinking is hard, let me take a closer look."

Seeing the figure walking into the study, Duan Qin sighed in his heart and followed in.