By decree and pro

Chapter 94

"When the sun goes down, the crows return to their nests. Day after day, I miss you so much."

"Lightning and thunder, pouring rain, such bad weather, but because of you, it became an excellent night."

"When he said: Yi, come to me, my heart was about to break."

"He taught me to write 'Wing', and I taught him how to love me, which is really embarrassing."

"I'm probably crazy. When he returned from the battlefield, he looked beautiful with blood all over his body."

"Give him the letter, there's nothing wrong with it."

……

"Yi..." Yan paused, looked up at Usman and said, "Is this the name of the tomb owner?"

"It's probably true." Usman smiled, "This ancient scroll is written all about 'Yi''s love for 'him', and then look at this

The phrase 'give it to him' shows that he wrote this letter as a love letter, and it is very likely that 'wing' and 'him' are men. "

"how do you know?"

"Because the owner of the tomb is a man." Usman squinted and smiled, really cute.

"That's right..." Yan was moved by these love words, and forgot, since the corpses in the sarcophagus were men, and all the people mentioned in the letter were 'he', then they were all men.

"I don't know why this Yi," Yan thought for a while, speculated, "failed to deliver this love letter to 'him', and then he decided to bring the love letter into the sarcophagus, looking at it day and night , Thinking about 'him' is really infatuated."

"No." Usman also sighed, "I thought I had a deep love for you, enough to move the heavens and the earth, but I didn't know that after the thousand years

Before, Xiliang already had such an infatuated species, Yan Yan..."

"What are you doing?" Yan still looked at the translated ancient scroll, and couldn't put it down.Because these words seemed ordinary, nothing more than daily words, the weather, drinking tea, eating and sleeping, but there was infinite affection between the lines, which made him curious about what happened between the two of them.

The person named "Yi" was buried alone, so where is the "he" in the love letter?

"Yanyan, let me write you a love letter too, the one with hundreds of thousands of words..." Usman looked closely at Yan, put his hands on his waist,

Then he hugged his back tightly and rested his chin on Yan's shoulder.

"I don't care about the love letter you wrote. It's worth a hundred thousand words. Who has the time to read it." Yan's ears turned red, and he pretended to be disgusted.

"If you don't care about it, you wouldn't look forward to it when I told you the love letter just now." Usman snickered, "And when you knew it wasn't a love letter for you, you were so angry, really It's so cute."

"Usman, are you kidding me?!" After realizing it, Yanhou reached out and twisted Usman's arm.

Usman didn't let go, but hugged Yan even tighter, and said coquettishly: "How could it be, I can't even hurt you in time."

"Get away from me! Don't just..."

"What happened in broad daylight?" Usman rubbed his ears against Yan, "I can only see clearly in broad daylight. How about this, Yan Yan, I will use my mouth to leave some love words on you first..."

As Usman said, he lowered his head and gnawed into Yan's clothes, sucking the skin on his neck.

"You, you... belong to a dog?! Huh!" It was wet, hot, numb and itchy, and Yan had to shrink his neck and push Usman's head, "Stop it! It's still daytime!"

"Then it will be all right at night?" Usman suddenly stopped and asked.

"You set me up again!" Yan shyly said angrily, his whole body exploded.

"No way. We live together and sleep in the same bed every day, but you turn over and sleep every night, ignoring me...I'm lonely

what……"

"Can you blame me? Give you three points of color, and you can open a dyeing workshop!" Yan said here, with shame on his hair, "It's nothing if I can't get up all day, do you want me to stay in bed every day? ? What will people outside think? I am Prince Dayan and Queen Xiliang, so I can’t act like this.”

"Then I'll stay with you." Usman grumbled, "Whenever you wake up, I'll wake up."

"That's not even more lewd!"

"Yanyan, you didn't say that when I was holding you." Usman suddenly sucked on Yan's hot earlobe, breathing hotly, "You said 'very comfortable', and you told me not to stop, didn't you?" What? Why is it up to me to open a dyeing workshop right now..."

"Bastard!" Usman translated what he said during the time of deep affection. Yan was extremely shy, his whole body was on fire, and he wanted to push Usman away.

But Usman raised his long legs to touch his weakness, and said with a low smile: "Yanyan, are you so moved because you read someone's love letter, or because my love words are too provocative, so you are so...feeling?" ? Do you want me to make you feel a little more?"

Yan opened his mouth and bit Usman's left shoulder. Usman let go of his arm with a "hey!" and Yan escaped from his arms immediately.

"You also said that I belong to a dog... It hurts me to bite me." Usman rubbed his aching shoulder, seeing that Yan was so embarrassed that he couldn't even walk, his calf not only hit the side of the coffee table, but was also crushed tripped.Yan quickly held onto the edge of the table and hurriedly stood up.

It can be said that this fall was even more embarrassing, and he was about to cry.

Usman would never let Yan run away like this, he quickly caught up, grabbed Yan's wrist, and then hugged him from behind, hugging his waist tightly.

"Let go!"

"Don't let go." Usman whispered in Yan's ear, "Yanyan, don't hide from me, it's all my fault, I shouldn't tease you like this."

"Damn it!" Yan's eyes were a little wet, and he muttered, "It's all you bastard, let me..."

"Huh?" Usman asked softly.

"It made me so embarrassed... It doesn't look like me anymore... Damn it." Yan said with a sideways face, his eyes were red, revealing a deep entanglement.

"Yan Yan." Usman let go of his hand and apologized again, "If you have any troubles, just hit me to vent your anger, just don't be angry with yourself."

"Don't think I won't deal with you if you're a good boy." Yan turned around and stared at Usman.

"Of course. Yanyan is the most consistent and decisive person," Usman smiled, "and the person I love the most."

Yan frowned, stretched out his hand to hook Usman's head, and kissed his lips.

The person who should have escaped offered to sacrifice himself. Usman immediately responded enthusiastically, put his arms around Yan's narrow waist again, and both fell into the long couch beside him.

The fiery kiss ended, Yan gasped and wanted to get up, Usman gently pressed his shoulder: "Yanyan, don't worry, I won't make it to the end, I just want to..."

Usman smiled charmingly, "Write" two love words on you, telling you how much I love you."

"You!" Yan felt that he should say something instead of being led by the nose by Usman, but he wanted to spoil Usman... even

There is even a weird idea of ​​"he can do whatever he wants".

But can he be so absurd?After all, it was in a bright hall... And didn't he just want to slip away?Why did you get mixed up with Usman again?

Yan's inner struggle is fierce, but Usman has already taken action.In the end, Yan couldn't say anything. After letting Usman strip him naked, he left many "passionate" "love words" on him. Of course, he also "gnawed" a few mouthfuls back. In Siman's neck, a bunch of peach-colored boundless little flowers were planted.

In the evening, the priest sent someone to invite Yan to come over, saying that he wanted to discuss the date of marriage with him.After Yan just finished bathing and changing clothes, he couldn't help being a little dazed.

"Now?" Yan still felt a little exhausted. Although Usman didn't make it to the end, the passionate toss was enough for him.

"Yes, Queen." The name of the visitor was Harigo, the chief crow magician of the Priest Tower. For some reason, Yan felt that his face looked like a crow, especially the preoccupied look on his face. It seemed that he was not talking about a happy event, but something troublesome.

"I see." Yan originally wanted to go to the priest's tower to ask about the wedding date.Now that people invite you to come to the door, they will go even more, but...

"You stay here later, I'll come as soon as I go." Yan took another cold shower, drank a pot of strong tea, and went to the "sex" on his body, and made his head clear enough, Only then went to the Priest Tower with Harigo.

Ilya would have followed, but Harigo refused, saying that the old priest had not sought him.

Elijah was very angry and clamored to tell the king, but the king was not willing to let the queen go to the priest's tower.

Yanben wanted to ask Ilya why?Later, when he thought it would be the same to ask the old priest himself, he asked Ilya to stay in the palace. In case Usman asked him where he had been, he said to take a walk.

"walk?"

"Well, let's just say I'm going to make a big circle." Yan said half-seriously, "I'll be back before dinner."

"Yan... I dare not lie to Your Majesty."

"Don't worry, he is approving official documents in the imperial study, maybe I'm back, but he hasn't come back yet."

After Yan finished speaking, he left Ilya and followed Harigo to the priest's tower.

A long time ago, Yan had heard from Ilya that there was a stone bridge between the Priest Tower and Yuelang Palace that had gone through all kinds of wind and frost, but stood firm, called "Yong Jue".

There is no need for Ilia to explain, Yan knows that it means "farewell forever", and it is no wonder that Usman hates this place, it sounds harsh enough.

However, it is said that only the princes and nobles, or those authorized by the priest tower can walk on this bridge, and the rest of the people have to enter the tower from another road outside the palace.

Walking on the Yongjue Bridge, Yan could not help but look around curiously. It is probably because the bridge is very black, and it is all made of polished black gold bricks. There are thousands of flowers and thousands of golden red "Manjusawa".

Even though Yan knew that it was just the result of the interplay of clouds and stone textures, this scene of blooming flowers and fire was so gorgeous that he was dumbfounded.

Harigo did not urge Yan, but enjoyed the strange and charming scenery together.

It was dark when they entered the tower, and Harigo took down a simple sheepskin lamp from the wall and lit it with a torch.

At the moment when the heavy gate was slowly closed, Yan looked back at Yongjue Bridge again, it had changed, covered with a dark night, exuding an indescribable coldness, as if the end of the palace was connected to life, Even the tower of priests is dead, which means eternal farewell.

But Yan didn't feel any fear, and followed Harigo calmly and continued on.

This was his first visit to the Priest Tower. Along the way, he saw many crow spirit warlocks wearing gray cloaks, and all kinds of crows and goddess statues were removed.

There are no other decorated corridors, gardens.The lights here are not bright, and there is no worship incense in the Dayan Temple. From time to time, I feel like I have strayed into the cemetery.

Yan has always been afraid of ghosts and monsters, but what is amazing is that walking in such a dark and gloomy place, he didn't notice any difference.

It's just that I feel a little distressed when I think that Usman spent his childhood here.

It's not a good place to raise children, there's nothing alive, everything works according to some ancient order.Every sorcerer and priest seems to be busy with their own business, and they don't say a word when they meet in the corridor. Obviously, they have strict levels and rules.

Usman seldom mentions Priest Tower, and even dislikes it a bit, but judging from what Feralas said, Priest Tower treats Usman well. When his biological mother abandoned him, Priest Tower was both father and mother. Pulled Usman until he was seven or eight years old, and he is still wholeheartedly working for him until now.

Xiliang, playing for Usman.

So Yan didn't know why Usman hated the Priest Tower so much. He had wanted to come here to find out, but Usman would always stop him.

And without the invitation from the Priest Tower, he couldn't come here rashly.

Today is really a good opportunity, Yan has too many questions to ask the elders of the Priest Tower.Thinking of this, Yan's pace unknowingly quickened, and even Harigo could feel Yan's "high spirits", so he couldn't help but look at him twice more.

"what happened?"

"You are the queen of your lord, but..." said Harigo, "every time your lord comes here, he always wishes to turn back, but you are the opposite."

"He is involved in government affairs, so he can't stay for a long time every time he comes, but I am looking for novelty, so my reaction is naturally different." Yan smiled.

Harigo stared at Yan for a while, and then said: "As praised by the outside world, you are a good queen, and your majesty is a perfect match."

"It's natural," Yan received the praise bluntly, and asked, "May I ask the elder priest Bai Mufa to live a long life this year?"

"It's almost ninety." Harigo said, "but she's beautiful and white-haired, and she's always going strong."

"That's good." Yan smiled, "I have a lot to talk to him about."

"Yes, queen." Harigo nodded, and respectfully sent Yan to the divination hall.

It was quite cold in the divination hall, at first Yan thought the ground was covered with white snow, but when he stepped on it, he realized it was fine white sand.

This hall is wide and wide, just like the temple where the big swallow worships the golden bottle Buddha, but there are no Buddha statues here, and the carvings on the windows are all astrology charts, and the ones on the ground look like some kind of constellation formation.

Yan has read many books, including astronomy and astrology, but he didn't study it intensively. After all, Dayan has Qin Tianjian, so he, a prince, should not bother him to observe the stars and predict fortunes and formulate calendars.

Most of Dayan's constellation books are recorded in words, and there are few diagrams. In addition, many words have been lost, and some constellation descriptions are difficult to understand. Therefore, seeing such a clear constellation map here is really an eye-opener for Yanchu.

"It turns out that what is advanced in Xiliang is not only the refining of stone lacquer, but also astronomical astrology..." Yan couldn't help muttering, and suddenly an old laugh sounded from a corner of the hall.