By decree and pro

Chapter 58 Talking Hearts

Deep underground, the ancient city of Linze.

"It's a dead end again..."

After burying the assassin Wu Sang and the old man with rubble on the spot, Chunyuyan, Usman, Aunt Aya and others continued on their way.

In choosing the direction, Yan decided to go against the current, because they wanted to get out of the underground palace. If they walked along the water, wouldn't they go further and further underground?

Usman agreed with his choice, so they kept walking back, passing through the corpses of those poor Xiliang people, Yan also took the trouble to bury them on the spot.

Because the corpses had to be buried, they walked slowly, and estimated that it took half a day to get to this room.

Like other rooms, this stone house has no windows and only one door. The difference is that a large square pool is dug in the center of the house.

The water in the pool is probably an underground spring, very clear and bubbling.

"I'll dive down and have a look." Yan said, before Usman could say anything, he jumped into the pool with a plop.

Usman held a torch and squatted by the pool to illuminate Yan. He saw that Yan was like a fish running through the bottom of the pool, and the bottom of the pool was full of rocks. He was a little worried that Yan would knock his head.

Fortunately, Yan swam back quickly, with a dejected look on his face.

"There is no way out below, it is blocked by stones." Yan said helplessly, "I thought there was a sewer or something."

"Come up first, don't catch a cold." Usman stretched out his hand, but Yan didn't pull his hand, but put his hands on the shore and jumped out by himself.

"Let's take a rest." Yan said, he was drenched all over, so he took off his coat directly and wrung water with his hands.

From the neck, shoulders, arms to the waist, the well-defined and well-proportioned muscles were illuminated by the torch, as if coated with honey, inviting people to taste.

Usman was a little dazed immediately, and his green eyes were fixed on Yan's body.

"Your Highness, is that red... a tattoo?" Aunt Aya suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Yan was ignorant of being surrounded by people, he just wanted to dry his clothes quickly, this underground palace is not usually cold.

"This is his birthmark." Usman replied instead of Yan, and stuck the torch into the pile of rocks, then took off the snow-white brocade robe embroidered with gold flowers and put it on Yan's shoulders, and pulled the skirt together.

Yan raised his head and glanced at Usman, this time he didn't refuse his kindness, this robe can cover his whole body, just like a cloak, Yan thought: You can take off your wet pants too.

"It turned out to be a birthmark. I have never seen such a beautiful vermilion birthmark." Aunt Aya sighed, "It looks like a flower."

Yan gave Aya a friendly smile.

The atmosphere was already very depressing, and Aunt Aya was exhausted physically and mentally at this time, and the smile on her face showed a sense of vicissitudes, so Yan didn't put on a serious look. Normally, he didn't want others to judge him, especially It's about his witch sparrow tread.

Whether it's a compliment or something else, he doesn't like it.

For the almost extinct Wuque Clan, Yan likes it, because his father and emperor brother who gave birth to him belong to the Wuque Clan. He once secretly vowed to protect the Wuque Clan to the death, but he is also very proud of being able to have children for himself. impotent.

I always think it's a joke, it's fine to be as cute as brother Huang, it's unimaginable that I have a big belly.

Fortunately, he never thought about giving birth to anyone, so that kind of thing would never happen.

"What are you looking at?" Yan asked Usman.

"You look so pretty when you smile." Usman blinked in response.

"Look in the mirror first and see what you look like before you talk." Yan said angrily.Turning around and going to a corner, he took off his pants under the cover of his robe.

It's just that when he bent down to take it off, the outer robe stuck to his waist and hips, and the firm and upright curve was as clear as a sculpture.

Usman swallowed a mouthful of saliva in disappointment, and made a "gudong", which was very clear in this quiet room.

"Are you hungry?" Yan asked, squeezing the water from his pants.

"I'm not hungry. Yan, do you think I'm prettier than you?" Usman asked tentatively, because he couldn't guarantee that Yan's words to let him look in the mirror meant that he was handsome or something else.

"Yeah." Yan honestly nodded, "You're prettier than anyone I've ever met."

"This includes your imperial brother?" Usman regretted it as soon as he asked, and Yan's face turned ugly instantly.

"You can't compare with him." Yan replied in the big Yan language, "It's a difference between cloud and mud."

"Oh." Knowing that the answer would be like this, Usman still took it upon himself.

"Stop talking nonsense." Yan felt that he should not have asked Usman to look in the mirror because he had said something wrong. "Let's think about how to get out."

"I didn't expect this ancient city to be so tortured." Usman was a little helpless.

He is not unfamiliar with the ancient city, but Linze is obviously different.

"Usman, I have a question I've always wanted to ask you." Yan glanced at Aunt Aya, and found that they were leaning against the wall and resting again.

It was tiring after they had walked such a long distance, all the time tense, on the lookout for traps or assassins.

"Yanyan, we really have a good understanding." Usman smiled slightly, "I also have a question I've been wanting to ask you for a long time."

Yan looked at Usman, Usman not only had a good-looking face, but also had a heart-pounding beauty in every frown and smile, so when Usman always praised him for being good-looking, or had a good-looking smile, Mrs. You will think: why don't you look in the mirror and praise yourself?

Just now, he couldn't hold back what was in his heart.

"What do you want to ask me?" Yan frowned, wary of being told by Usman.

He would not reveal a word about Dayan's internal affairs of the military aircraft.

"Yanyan, you don't have to be so nervous." Usman smiled, and he could see through Yan's thoughts at a glance, "Even if I ask, you don't have to answer."

"Then if I asked, would you answer?"

"As long as you ask, I will naturally answer," Usman nodded, "I will never lie."

Yan's brows frowned even tighter, and he paused and said, "As long as you don't ask about Dayan's secrets or about my brother, I can answer you for everything else."

"You are really careful, are you afraid that I will harm Dayan?"

"Of course. Even if you like me, you wouldn't tell me the vitals of Xiliang to a stranger, right?"

Usman was demoted to the first army, only nodded and said: "You are right."

Just as Yan was about to say something, Usman added, "But it will be different after you marry me. As the queen of Xiliang, you can know everything about Xiliang."

"Who is going to marry you! Don't talk nonsense!" Yan glared at Usman, put the wet pants by the torch to dry, and said, "We each have a question, you ask first."

"Yanyan's martial arts are very powerful, I was shocked by you more than once." Usman said softly.

Hearing Usman mentioning martial arts, Yan was stunned for a moment. Could it be that what he wanted to ask was "Wu Shuang Jian Jue"?

"But you lost miserably in the decisive battle with Jing Tingrui." Usman changed the subject and jumped to Jing Tingrui, "I didn't believe there was such a big gap between you, so what happened at that time? "

"It's been so long, and you're still interested in this matter." Yan couldn't figure it out.

"I'm not interested in this matter, I'm interested in your past." Usman wants to know the details of what happened at that time, the more he knows, the closer he is to Yan.

"Skills are not as good as people's." Yan wrote lightly.

Usman said nothing.

The stone house was extremely quiet. Yan stared at the smoldering flames, felt irritated and scratched the dripping hair on the back of his neck, and then sighed: "I didn't expect you and Jing Tingrui to be in perfect harmony, and you would actually ask my colleague one question."

"Huh?" Usman looked at Yan.

Yan approached the torch, roasting his body.

"I forgot which day it was... I just remember that after the court was over, Jing Tingrui asked me, do you know why I lost to him?" Yan gritted his teeth and said with an unhappy expression, "That guy really It's annoying, and it's a good thing to get cheap."

Usman didn't interrupt, but sat by the torch and listened to what Yan said.

"At that time I replied to him and said, Jing Tingrui, you have already won, do you still want to show off in front of me? But he shook his head and said, we are all the same master, learning the same set of inner skills In terms of learning martial arts, I am even better than him, in terms of hard work and hard work, because he has to be busy with official duties..." Yan said slowly, "But I lost to him, and I lost completely Absolutely."

"I said angrily, I'm just not as skilled as others, what's the matter, tell him to stop talking. Jing Tingrui suddenly laughed, and said that I still don't understand why I lost." Yan looked at his pants so that they were baked by the torch. smoke, and continued, "He finally said that we can't tell the difference in martial arts, and I lose in my heart."

"Heart?"

"Well. Although I sent troops to invade the Changchun Palace and vowed to eradicate Jing Tingrui, a rebellious minister, I also knew in my heart that doing so would be tantamount to 'raising troops to usurp the throne'. Will this hurt the emperor? It will happen again later. What's the matter? I've always had doubts in my heart. But Jing Tingrui said that when he and I had a decisive battle, there was only one thought in his mind, that is, even if he killed me, he would keep his brother safe, so he was destined to win from the very beginning. "Yan said with emotion, "I lost because of my lack of determination, and he won because of his unshakable determination."

"It turned out to be like this." Usman finally understood why Yan lost to Jing Tingrui. At first he thought it was because Jing Tingrui had more troops, but later he learned that Jing Tingrui and Yan were fighting alone. I wonder why Yan lost.

"I'm done answering, it's my turn to ask." Yan said quickly, "Usman, you have been in danger many times, why don't you use martial arts to protect yourself? Could it be that you want to hide your strength from me so that you can continue to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?"

"Ah?" Usman showed an expression of not knowing how to answer.

"As agreed just now, one question per person, you have to answer." Yan was extremely curious. When Wu Sang was assassinating before, Usman could be described as "unresponsive", and did not have any self-protection behavior at all.

Without him and Shuangfang, Usman would really have died at the hands of the assassins.

"I don't know martial arts." Usman said with a serious face, "I have never learned martial arts since I was a child."

"What?!" Yan almost dropped his jaw in shock, "As the king of Xiliang, you don't practice martial arts?!"

Even the emperor brother who has been weak since he was a child can still do some work.Yan has never seen a monarch who doesn't understand martial arts at all.

"I lived in the tower of Yuelang Palace since I was a child, and all the teachers are in charge of the priest tower." Usman smiled, "Since I can remember, I have been studying the languages ​​of various countries and tribes, studying astronomy, geography, arithmetic surveying and mapping. , as well as etiquette, art of war, ancient musical instruments, and even ancient treasures, the way of derivation, etc., but I didn't learn martial arts."

"This is impossible!" Yan said in complete disbelief, "When I first saw you, I knew you were a master of martial arts."

“How come you see?”

"This..." Yan thought about it deeply. When he saw Usman for the first time, he was attracted by his astonishing appearance. In addition, he was soaking in hot springs alone in the wild, so he preconceived that Usman Sman must have self-defense skills.

But in fact, in the next few meetings, he never saw Usman fight anyone.

"Is it because of intuition?" Usman Tiyan replied.

"It's not just intuition." Yan looked at Usman seriously, "There is also feeling, whether a person has martial arts, whether he has deep inner strength, for me who has practiced martial arts all the year round, I can always feel one or two. I have always I thought you were too lazy to do anything because you are used to pampering yourself, it’s not because you don’t know martial arts.”

"But Yanyan, that's the truth." Usman spread his hands and said, "This king is very delicate."