Royal Road

"Ziliang comes from Youzhou, how will you be well along the way?" Wen Qiao asked concerned about the young man in front of him.

Wen Qiao was originally a top-ranking figure in the Wen family of Taiyuan. In the past two years, he has been in office and his temperament has changed even more. However, the young man sitting opposite him was not inferior. Pure and elegant, graceful and graceful.

This person's name is Lu Chen, who is the lineage of Fan Yang Lu's family. He was smart and smart since he was a child, so old and savvy, and good at writing. Emperor Wu still wanted to marry Princess Xingyang and recruit him as the captain. It's a pity that Princess Xingyang died early, and this matter just stopped. However, as a son of Fan Yang Lu's family, he was recommended as a scholar early, but he had never held an official position.

Facing Wen Qiao’s question, Lu Chen sighed lightly: “It’s okay. No culprits were encountered on the road. Although there were more soldiers, no incidents occurred. It’s just that this is the same state, which is really unexpected.”

When he came to Bingzhou, he was actually invited by Wen Qiao. As a Fan Yang, how could Lu Chen not know the recent battle of Youhe? Seeing the miserable defeat of the powerful Wang Jun, Youzhou was taken over by a Xianbei again, and he began to think about becoming an official. Since Wen Qiao mentioned it, come to Bingzhou by the way.

Hearing what Lu Chen said, Wen Qiao immediately came to the spirit: "It has allowed the emperor to govern the state for two years, and the state has changed greatly. Only a small mouth has increased by tens of thousands, and the reclamation of the land has been quite effective. Now the emperor is widely accepted by virtue. , Zi forgive, why not stay with me in Bingzhou?"

Lu Chen also saw what he said along the way. But he cares more about the sidelines than farming.

"It's too true to know about the discipline? Such a presumptuous act is really unpredictable." Lu Chen asked with a slightly frowned brow.

He came at a coincidental time, and he was running into the upcoming autumn test. The whole city was discussing the matter, and countless scholars came from the counties of Bingzhou, and even Sizhou, Jizhou, and Youzhou. For Lu Chen, who came from a top-notch celebrity, it was really unbearable. Isn't this disregarding the nine-tier method? Could Wen Qiao be able to endure these poor families and be an official in the same house as him?

Hearing Lu Chen's mention of the system, the expression on Wen Qiao's face faded: "This is also a helpless move. Hezhou is located on the flank of the Xiongnu. If you only talk about the noble character, you may lose land and people. And the selected ones, It is still mainly staff members, at most the county magistrates, and important positions in the state, most of which are held by the gentry."

What he said is not a fake. Just like the newly appointed governor of the governor of the governor of Xi Jian, and the governor of the general, Shi Zuti, which one is not from a family background? If you blindly say that Liang Shijun only uses the poor, it would be a bit biased.

Hearing Wen Qiao’s words, Lu Chen said: “Taizhen is the person in charge, but I can’t bear trivial matters. But this is still the second thing. Hasn’t Taizhen heard of Youzhou’s election? In Luoyang city, I’m afraid that he may be at odds with Bingzhou. heart of."

How could Wen Qiao know this?

"Duan's Xianbei is tyrannical, greedy, and indulgent. It's really the next choice. I don't know who said it and let the emperor act like this!" Wen Qiao couldn't help but said, "In fact, Liang Shijun loves the people like his son, and he is committed to peace and peace. He read. Forgive me, you and I are just weak, so why bother with it. Big husband, take the world as a plan!"

Without the heart of peace and security, Wen Qiao would not have chosen to stay in the war-torn Bingzhou. Now he has served as a county magistrate, a history of internal affairs, and was moved by Liang Shijun to engage in Zhonglang, named a general, and served in the governor's office. Step by step, relying on your own wisdom and courage. Of course he hopes that Lu Chen, his brother-in-law, can stay in Bingzhou with him and make contributions!

However, the opposite Lu Chen thought about it for a moment, and still shook his head: "Before my uncle wrote, saying that Taiwei wanted to chase me off. Now Luoyang is stable, it's better to go to Kyoto. Taizhen, you are also the Wen family's son, and you have built it again. If you have done much, why don't you go to Luoyang with me?"

Wen Qiao looked at the other side's incomparable handsome face, feeling lost in his heart, it was hard to describe. Good friend Yu Liang has gone to Jiangdong with King Langya, and even his sister has become a concubine. My uncle Liu Qun and my brother Cui Yue also went to Jiangdong with the uncle Liu Kun. Now Lu Chen also wants to go to Luoyang. These close friends and relatives have never had a choice that agrees with him. They are obviously about their own age, so why are they so indifferent to their achievements?

However, no matter how persuaded, Lu Chen did not stay in the end.

Someone went along the road to Kyoto. Some people came along Xingdao from afar.

When Xie Kun came back to the hall again and saw the wonderful old man, his mentality had changed drastically. That day, the other party was just the prefect of the Shangdang party, and he was one of the four friends that Wang Situ had made. However, just a year later, the other party has been promoted to General Anbei, and the military governor of the two states, but he has lost his official position and came to take effect. This one after the other, really makes people sigh with emotion.

Looking at the worshippers in the hall, Liang Feng smiled slightly: "Farewell to Luoyang, I never thought I could see Xie Lang again. I walked in a hurry that day, I couldn't talk to Xie Lang, it's a pity!"

There was never any unpleasant expression in his expression. It seems that I have forgotten the condemnation of that day a long time ago.

Xie Kun felt relieved, and once again gave his hand: "Make you generous, so you are ashamed."

Seeing that Mr. Xie, who was missing two teeth, but was still handsome, Liang Feng also felt a little emotional in his heart. Of course Chen Junxie also knew. The battle between Xie An and Feishui can be regarded as a classic battle case handed down. Unexpectedly, the Xie brothers never went south, but instead went north to vote for him. But now that Xie Anshi has not been born, the most important thing is whether these two people can be used.

At Wang Yan's mansion that day, Xie Kun's "performance" really impressed Liang Feng. However, how many of these attitudes are from the heart, and how many are to cater to the illusion created by this flashy and chaotic world? Liang Feng can be a celebrity, but he must not use Wang Yan to occupy a high position and do nothing.

With just a turn in his mind, Liang Feng said: "Now that the state is first decided, Jizhou is not yet settled. Xie Lang is famous all over the world, and he once served in the East China Sea King's Mansion. It is really my fortunate to come now. It happens to be the post of Leping Internal History. Since lack, I wonder if Xie Lang is willing to give up?"

Xie Kun was stunned. He didn't expect that Liang Feng would let him be the domestic history of Leping as soon as he came up! Although it is not as close as the governor's mansion or the general's mansion, this position is more than two thousand stones, and it is no lower than his previous official position!

However, before he could answer, Liang Feng said again: "It's just that Leping has just suffered a military disaster, and the people's livelihood in the country is withered, so we still need to take care of it. This is complicated, I'm afraid it will take some thought."

Seeing the solemn expression on Liang Feng's face, Xie Kun suddenly reacted. Giving him internal history instead of belongings is not really important, but the Liang Shijun wants to see his true talents and abilities. Even if the poems are gorgeous, the Xuanbian is unparalleled, and even proficient in melody and open-minded, what are the benefits of governing the prefecture? Liang Feng said at Wang Yan's mansion that day, how can such a diligent political person tolerate a person like Wang Yan who is "pleasant to be far away and muddled"?

Leping is a small and desolate country, and it has just suffered a military disaster. If the governance is not good, Liang Feng has his own reasons to dismiss him. And if he is careful to rectify and is busy with turbulent affairs, how can he keep the image of celebrities he has worked so hard to build?

Do you really want to give up this name that makes you valued by dignitaries and enters the room?

After hesitating for a moment, Xie Kun said loudly: "If you are not an official, you have to make the king take it seriously, and you should take care of it!"

He agreed. And after knowing what he was going to face, he responded swiftly and neatly. Liang Feng couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, he was really the character who started the Xie family, and he knew what he was asking for. Such talents, as long as they can get rid of the wild behavior, can really be used by themselves.

If Xie Anshi was born in Bingzhou where the officials were diligent, would he still live in Dongshan as a seclusion?

The corners of Liang Feng's lips couldn't help but smile. In addition to the Xie Kun brothers, there is also Xi Jian who has just arrived. This man is Wang Xizhi's father-in-law and the origin of the term "Dongchuang Kuaisuan". Now he was also abducted to Bingzhou. When I stepped onto the high platform step by step, I don't know how many allusions will be erased and how many new chapters will be left. Just thinking about it makes people feel strange pleasures. Change the picture scroll with your hand, but that's it.

When a group of talents come to vote, there will be more official duties. Banquets such as washing the dust and receiving the wind are countless. In a twinkling of an eye, it was halfway through August, on that day Liang Feng scattered the banquet and slowly returned to the backyard. It was getting late, and the round moon wheel floated into the night sky. The full moon on Mid-Autumn Festival will be a time for the whole family to gather and celebrate the good night together in future generations. But at this moment, the Mid-Autumn Festival has not yet been born, even if there are literati who admire the moon, it is nothing more than a pleasure.

Liang Feng has never paid attention to the Mid-Autumn Festival. His family has long gone, how to reunite? It's just annoying. But drinking some wine tonight made him feel a little sad.

After a pause, he changed his direction and walked towards the other courtyard not far away. There was still no one on duty in the yard, only the light was on in the room, as if the person had not yet fallen asleep, waiting for him to return. In fact, Liang Feng doesn't live in Yiyan very often, and he came here tonight with excitement. He never thought whether he would be asleep or not. Now that I saw the lights, my heart felt warm, and I walked inward.

"Bo Yuan, are you asleep?" After pushing the door naturally, Liang Feng wanted to enter, but suddenly froze in place. I saw one person on the indoor couch with an open heart, sitting in front of the couch. It seems that I have just taken a shower, and I have not even wiped sweat on my hair. I am holding the medicine and applying it to myself.

Unexpectedly when Liang Summit came, Yi Yan stood up in shock: "Master, why are you here?"

However, when he asked, he remembered what day it was, and said, "But don't you like this full moon?"

He has stayed with the lord for too long, so naturally he knows his preferences better than others. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the lord will be upset and depressed for a few days. Even the joy of the harvest cannot be changed. It's just that he didn't expect that the lord would come to see him this time.

Liang Feng opened his mouth before squeezing out: "Your injury..."

When Yi Yan looked down, he gathered his clothes. The stitched wounds on his body don't know how many, so he just wears clothes. Now exposed outside, quite a bit hideous.

"It's okay, they are all minor injuries. As long as you rub some more medicine, you can heal." Yi Yan replied pretendingly.

That's a minor injury! Liang Feng only felt that his brows were locked together, and the wounds on Yi Yan's body were large and small, covering his chest and abdomen. Many have just been stitched, showing purple and green marks. For generals of the level like Yi Yan, the sutures are mostly lamb intestines, and there is no need to remove the stitches, and they will grow directly in the flesh. But which trace of hideousness can be eliminated for a while?

Taking the first two steps, Liang Feng said, "Take it off."

Yi Yan's breathing was stagnant. What did he hear?

Liang Feng didn't stop: "Take off your shirt and let me see."

Only then did Yi Yan react. This was because the lord wanted to see the wounds on his body. But he has just lived in many places, he knows better than anyone, the hideousness of this wound. I don’t look good, so how can I show these scary traces outside?

However, Liang Feng didn't give him time to hesitate, so he walked over and pulled away his concealed clothes. The glaring blackness came into view. The stitches, large and small, just want to piece together the person in front of them. A knife mark more than three inches long crossed the waist, and if it was more, it would be broken. There may be a heart guard along the chest, no knife wounds, but there are two or three arrow marks, it is not a three-sided arrow, otherwise, I don't know how much skin and flesh will be torn off.

These days, he was stuck with this person all day, but he hadn't really seen these horrible medals. There are more than 20 injuries, big and small, just by looking at him, you can imagine the danger of his day. Liang Feng has been comforting Yiyan, trying to erase the battle wounds left in his heart, but now it seems that he is afraid that he is several times more tenacious than the most tenacious fighter he has ever seen...

Involuntarily stretched out his hand, Liang Feng lightly touched the long scar that destroyed the waist texture. Without these wounds, how perfect this body would be?

Liang Feng was heartbroken, but Yi Yan suddenly grabbed the messy hand like an electric shock: "Master!"

"You should let others take medicine, in case it breaks again..." Liang Feng said to himself.

However, Yi Yan couldn't help it anymore, stretched out his arms, and hugged the man in his arms: "Those medicines can't save me, only the Lord can..."

He hugged him so tightly that even his heartbeat could be imprinted on Liang Feng's chest. The warm breath and the throbbing of his ribs finally awakened Liang Feng.

Wait, is he confused by drinking? The person in front of him is not the group of brothers who are living and dead, but the lovers who have just confirmed their relationship. Doing this is simply a fire!

However, the other party didn't mean to wait for him. The powerful hand that could control the three stone bows slowly rubbed Liang Feng's spine, as if to loosen his muscles and bones.

The breath went around the neck, swept across the cheek, and landed on the lips.

It wasn't a kiss that was so hungry and thirsty that it could swallow people into the abdomen. On the contrary, the kiss is light and shallow, seemingly seductive, and eager. It was the opposite of the arm that hugged him tightly.

This anxiety is more exciting than ever. Liang Feng was also young and frivolous, knowing what it's like to be dreaming, and knowing better how difficult it is to suppress it. But the man beside him endured it for years. Even now, only one step, a little bit from him, never really indulged.

Even with scars all over his body, even with anxious heart.

Liang Feng opened his mouth and met the other's probing lips. The string in my heart completely loosened.

If he can give it, why should he be stingy?

This silent promise suddenly made Yi Yan's breath heavier, and even the kiss became deeper and thicker. The hands rubbing on the back became harder. Originally drunk slightly, and being caressed like this, Liang Feng breathed in confusion and gasped. In the next instant, the world was spinning, and he found himself lying on the couch.

This bed is not soft. However, at this moment, Liang Feng didn't realize it. The candle was not extinguished, and he could see the man who was pressing on him clearly. Those blue eyes flickered in the dizzy light, filled with hunger, thirst and eagerness, like sinking into a deep pool of people's steps. The back shuddered by that gaze, Liang Feng stretched his arms, took the other's shoulders, and kissed him again.

This kiss was not just like it was just now, it was even more out of order, and it made people chaotic. With a thick callused hand, he reached into his clothes, fiercely as if to scrape the heat from the bones. The addiction that was about to be forgotten so long was aroused again, and Liang Feng's gasping voice became louder. The enthusiasm urged him to take it, plunder in the way he was accustomed. But the person pressing on him completely locked him, making him unable to move.

"Bo Yuan..." Liang Feng grabbed the other's loose long hair and wanted to say something.

His voice was choked in his throat. Yi Yan leaned over and bit his neck. The tiny pointed canine teeth are pressing on the throat, and the tongue is sucking the pulse on the side of the neck, like a beast enjoying its own delicious meal. The sense of danger was like an electric current, hitting Liang Feng, making his back crumble.

However, the other party never stopped, and slid down along the untied robe. Said it was a kiss, but in fact it was more like a possessive bite, too hard, too eager, and refused to let it go. The strong hands are like iron hoops, tightly tightened at the waist, and forcefully loses sense.

This is not like any bed partner he has ever experienced before. Too much fierce caressing made Liang Feng agitate, shaking his body, trying to escape from the shackles of this imprisonment and regain his control. However, the more you resist, the more the flames are raged.

The torn trousers slid down the calf, and one hand grabbed the erect knee and stretched it outwards, exposing the slightly congested **** organs under the crotch. Without hesitation, Yi Yan leaned over and embraced it.

The burning mouth envelops the vitals. Caught off guard, Liang Feng fell back on the couch, buzzing in his head. He has been "ill" for a long time, and almost makes people forget the pleasure of greed. However, at this moment, everything rushed back violently, grabbed his bone marrow, rubbed hard, and set fire.

Even the clumsy technique became part of the pleasure. Liang Feng wasn't sure whether he was hard or not, his eyes were wild with Venus, and his voice was trembling.

"Lighter...lighter..."

His teeth hit the delicate skin of the stem, and he tightened his fingers, trying to grab the end of the man's hair and pull him away. But his body violated his will, unable to exert any force, his arms trembled endlessly, and even his toes were curled up.

The Jingguan couldn't be locked at all, the semi-hard thing twitched twice, and shot out.

This is too fast. At that moment, Liang Feng's teeth clenched, and he let out a moan similar to a whimper. Before the pleasure fell from the peak, it was almost breathless.

Besides, Yiyan hasn't escaped yet...

Yi Yan did not flash. His throat rolled, and he swallowed the fishy liquid. What was in it was not completely hard, so he shrank tremblingly. However, at this moment, Yi Yan couldn't think of more. The lord likes it. he likes……

Standing up, he looked at the person under him. The lights flickered, making the room warm and dim. The man's robe was wide open, lying on his back on the couch, revealing the radiant snow skin and mottled marks on it. Xu Shi couldn't breathe, his slender neck was raised, and his chest was slightly shaken, like a white crane falling on his arms.

The lord is on his couch.

Yi Yan leaned forward and kissed the man's lips hard. The previous struggle disappeared, he gasped and opened his mouth, welcoming his lips. The slightly fishy smell is intertwined in the two populations, and it blends with body fluid.

It doesn't taste very good. Liang Feng has never tasted his own body fluids, but now his hot tongue is almost poking into his throat, suffocating hard. The aftermath that had never disappeared quickly rekindled, with a kind of lazy pleasure. Liang Feng didn't hesitate much, and reached out his hand to reach the thing that had been touching his lower abdomen. Hard, hot, and enviable size.

He tightened his palm and encircled the thing.

The movement of the person on his body froze, but the thing was immediate and rose again. Liang Feng wanted to say something and made a joke, but Yi Yan moved abruptly. The thick and long thing was like a living thing, squeezed through the palm of the palm, poked on the abdomen, and ignited another wave of tremors.

"Lord...Lord..." Yi Yan turned his head slightly, whispering. It doesn't seem to be calling people anymore, it seems to confirm something.

The hot gasp blew in the ears, mixed with the unstoppable movement, and it became more and more passionate. Liang Feng only felt that the roots of his ears were hot, giving birth to the thrill of inversion. Being pressed by someone, wantonly invaded, unable to resist. He has pushed down how many girls, but he never thought that one day he would encounter the same treatment.

It’s just that it’s not bad.

Once again, the tip was poked under the soft abdomen, and the leaching liquid wetted the tiger's mouth. Aroused by the strange feeling, Liang Feng couldn't help but touched the opponent's shoulder. There seemed to be a scar, thin and long, with a sharp touch. Yi Yan's injury is still not healed, so he should take some time, but now who can think of it? Blood qi surged in his body, causing him to breathe as quickly as a person in his body.

There was a pain in the neck and he was bitten again. Liang Feng groaned, what he was holding in his hand jumped twice, and the hot liquid splashed and stained his abdomen. However, the two were still not separated, sweat dripping from the hips to the chest, stuck in one place, and they couldn't separate.

I'm really stuck. In the low gasp, Liang Feng pulled out his sore wrist, stroked the opponent's back with his wet fingers, and closed his eyes.