Royal Road - Chapter 243

[Chapter 242 | City]

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and there is only cold light in the courtyard.

The wind is howling, the shadows of the trees are whirling, stepping on the cold slate, no matter how confused you are sleeping, you should wake up at this moment.

But Liang Feng felt that he was still in a daze and was drowning in a dream.

If it wasn’t for a dream, how could he hear this?

The faint melody drifted in the wind, not like a bamboo flute, but like someone playing a minor tune with a willow whistle.

It is indeed a minor tune. The sun sets in the west, and by the Weishan Lake, soldiers in twos and threes sing with their hands on the piano.

Sing about their bravery and fearlessness, and sing about their tender nostalgia.

A very moving song.

It’s just that this song shouldn’t be here.

Shouldn’t be when he wakes up.

Liang Feng forgot the maid next to him and the icy cold night wind, so he followed the music in a silly way and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

The voice didn’t stop, and after it fell, he didn’t even play the passionate melody in the middle, but just picked up the two most tender verses and recited them repeatedly.

Confused, Liang Feng stopped outside a courtyard wall and clenched his fists, as if he wanted to pull himself from the stupefied dream back to the world.

I have never seen such a gaffe from the Lord. Qingmei was cold and afraid, so she couldn’t help but say in a low voice: “Lord, it’s late at night, it’s time…”

Before she could finish her words, the flute sounded suddenly in the courtyard. stop.

Liang Feng was shocked and couldn’t help stepping into the courtyard wall.

There were no lights in the courtyard, but at that moment, the crescent moon was like washing, reflecting the scene under the corridor.

A person wearing a fur cloak, holding a bamboo reed, seems to have just got up, and looked over in a daze.

Those eyes were supposed to be gray-blue, but in this dark night, they were like a deep blue lake, bottomless.

In those eyes, there are doubts, surprises, and uncontrollable ecstasy. Although there are no words, it is worth a thousand hearts.

Locked by that gaze, Liang Feng woke up from a lost dream.

But before he could come up with an excuse, the man under the corridor had walked up quickly, tore off the cloak from his shoulders, and wrapped it around Liang Feng.

“My lord, why are you here?”

He felt warm, as if being held in his arms.

Liang Feng wanted to find an excuse to leave, but the sudden warmth made him lose his words for a while.

It wasn’t until he was hugged and walked a few steps to the sheltered corridor that he remembered what he wanted to ask: “What are you blowing?”

“It’s a bamboo reed.” Yi Yan handed over the reed in his hand.

That’s not what he’s asking.

Liang Feng shook his head: “Where did you learn this song?” As

if he didn’t expect the other party to ask such a question, Yiyan paused and said, “My lord played it.”

Have I ever played this song? ?

The last time I played the piano, I don’t know how long ago, and Liang Feng couldn’t remember whether he really played it.

As if aware of his hesitation, Yi Yan whispered: “Whenever the drama is successful, or there is a happy event in the house, you will play a few paragraphs. The lord should like this song very much.”

Just a few words The words seemed to brighten up those vague memories.

Liang Feng remembered that at that time, he had just rectified Liang’s mansion, and every day he was trying to supplement the things that scholars should learn.

Playing the piano is also on the list.

It’s just that the ancient songs are condensed and difficult to practice. From time to time, he will adapt some modern songs, knead them into them, and play them to relax.

It’s just such a song, he won’t play it in front of others, maybe only Luzhu and the person in front of him have heard it.

However, with so many scattered pieces, why did he only remember this one and still play it today.

It’s a coincidence.

Liang Feng closed his eyes, feeling tired again.

It was the nightmare that made him lose control.

“Nothing. I just heard it at night, come and have a look.” It was time to go back, and the expedition was imminent, so he shouldn’t bother Yiyan anymore.

Liang Feng wanted to say something and left with dignity.

However, Yiyan’s brows wrinkled, and suddenly said: “Is your lord worried about Yecheng?”

Liang Feng’s words got stuck in his throat again, and after a while he said, “It’s just a rogue, with you in charge, why worry?”

“In Zhang Canjun’s plan, Not counting the people in the city.”

Yi Yan’s voice was not too loud, but like a thunderbolt, it hit Liang Feng’s heart.

His arms trembled.

That’s right, a few advisors made a decision that day, and they didn’t mention the people of Ye City at all.

What is the population of Yecheng today?

It was broken by Duan Clan Xianbei once, so it shouldn’t be many.

But the Xianbei of the Duan clan can still kidnap 8,000 women, how much will this rogue kidnap and mutilate?

That’s thousands of innocent lives!

He didn’t ask, didn’t say, didn’t calculate.

This is not something he can save.

The world is in chaos, where is it that life is not charred?

As the commander-in-chief, one should regard human life as a nihilistic number, as a pawn on the chessboard.

If not, how can we dominate the competition?

Even the uncle Liu, who was crying every day in “Romance of the Three Kingdoms”, didn’t he abandon his wife and children and sit and watch tens of thousands of people become displaced?

He only has one state, and his soldiers are less than 30,000. What can he do?

For the sake of the big plan, he should follow Zhang Bin’s plan and attack the city.

Only by occupying more territory and managing it carefully can those people in troubled times be restored to stability.

Just like this state.

He understands the reason, but those things in his heart make him sleepless at night and have trouble sleeping and eating.

Maybe one day, he can get rid of these “weaknesses” and become kind-hearted and cold-hearted, just like other heroes.

But at that time, was he still himself?

Looking at the suddenly pale face, Yi Yan felt a stern twist in his heart, and couldn’t help but say, “I can send troops ahead of time. Before the rogues have completely destroyed Ye City, I will drive them out. This will save more people. There

are many people…”

Liang Feng raised his head suddenly, but there was no answer when he opened his mouth.

It’s too risky, after all, no one can arrive just right across the road.

If you are not careful for a while, even the soldiers and horses of Bingzhou will be in danger.

This is a war, not a rescue operation, how can it be child’s play?

In those black eyes staring at him, there was struggle, reluctance, and a rare sadness and anger.

Yi Yan felt as if he was being hypnotized. He stretched out his hand and stroked his smooth and cold cheek: “I can do it. I can save more for the Lord… As long as the Lord is calm…

” The voice, getting lower and lower, getting closer and closer, became a murmur aftertaste.

The slightly trembling lips were attached to the other thin lips, flicking like falling feathers.

Liang Feng froze.

I don’t know if he was bewitched by the blue eyes or moved by the words, but he couldn’t dodge.

The touch of the lips was so pure, so reverent that it was not like a kiss.

But the hand touching his face was the opposite, hot and hot, enough to soothe the cold winter night.

He is longing for this temperature.

Not knowing who moved first, the kiss deepened.

The closed dentition was pried open by the tip of the tongue, hooked in one place, sucking and stirring, as if to take away the body fluid from the other’s mouth.

The heavy breath sprayed on the face, with anxiety and eagerness.

A hand slid down, pressed it on the tail vertebra, and crushed it fiercely, as if to rub the person into the blood.

Liang Feng trembled, involuntarily.

The longing that had been buried in the body evaporated.

He wanted this, the pleasure that made his spine tingle and his whole body tremble.

Something was screaming and screaming, making him kneel to desire.

He has been vacant for too long, suppressed for too long, and only a little spark can ignite.

All this is at your fingertips, because the man was like a sacrifice and sent to him… The

tingling came.

Liang Feng took a deep breath of cold air.

The kiss was too intense, biting a place on his lips, and returning his nearly burned-out sanity back to its original position.

Liang Feng stopped his

lingering lips, pulled back and shouted in a low voice, “Yi Yan!”

Yi Yan stopped moving, and he was shaking, more violently.

His whole body was like burning coals, scorching hot.

But he still struggled to stop, his breath was disordered, and he whispered, “My lord…”

There was a pleading voice in his voice, and he could hardly hold back his passion.

Just whispering is enough to make one’s ears warm.

However, Liang Feng still gritted his teeth and pulled back: “Let go!”

“My lord, you also thought about it…” How could Yi Yan let go?

The person who has been dreaming for so long is now in his arms and eagerly responds.

How could he let go?

Does he want to?

Trembling all over, Liang Feng firmly distanced himself: “What if I marry a wife? What if I take a concubine? If I ascend to a high position, what will happen to my new love every night? Can you bear it?”

Yi Yan froze, the fire in his eyes seemed to have been poured down by a basin of cold water and poured it clean.

Can he bear it?

His teeth rattled, and resentment burst out from those blue eyes.

Liang Feng saw it.

Those eyes were like wolf eyes under the moonlit night, shining with a cold light.

Of course Yi Yan couldn’t bear it.

He loves him.

Any fanatical love is exclusive, exclusive, and undead.

If they are monarchs and ministers, this balance can be maintained.

And if he gives in, love is enough to make any reason collapse, and it will never end.

They couldn’t go any further.

Just because Liang Feng himself is not the kind of person who can make promises.

Breaking free from the opponent’s embrace, Liang Feng wanted to turn his head to leave, but one hand was suddenly caught.

The man was so hard that he almost broke his wrist in two.

“Lord!” Yi Yan’s call brought out a vibrato.

This was not the first time in the past, he knew that if he let go, everything would disappear.

Enduring the pain in his wrist, Liang Feng gritted his teeth: “Let me go!” He

slashed at the thing connected between the two.

Yi Yan’s strength is so great that as long as he wants to, no one can break free from him.

But the slender and white wrist was pulled out, and Qiu’s cloak slipped off her shoulders and fell under her feet.

Liang Feng didn’t turn his head back and strode out.

The moonlight seemed to be hidden in the clouds suddenly, the four fields were pitch-black, and the cold was unbearable.

Yi Yan just stood there dumbfounded in the courtyard, motionless.