Prison Dragon

Chapter 113

"What's in the amber?" Yang You asked.

Ao Chen sat obliquely in the car, his chin raised high, "Of course it's someone else's strength?"

Yang You raised his eyebrows, "Is there any magic technique that can replace the soul of a god?"

Ao Chen shook his head, "Of course not, this is a secret technique that was banned when the world first opened. Why do you ask this?"

"Since it's still your soul, why did you speak in such a ghostly manner today?" Yang You was puzzled, "I never saw you follow me all the time before."

"Oh!" Ao Chen scraped his lower lip with his fingers, moved closer to Yang You's face, and closed his eyes halfway, revealing only a faint gleam, "Looking at how indifferent your lord is, people think you like this look !"

He stroked Yang You's mouth with the fingers that had touched his lips.

Yang You's hair stood on end, he suppressed his discomfort and said, "Who did you learn from?"

Ao Chen pouted, "Isn't this the case in Flower Street?"

"Do you want to find you a set of women's clothing?" Yang You slapped his face away, "You should change the way."

"Besides," Yang You smiled, recalling some long-term memories, "Flower Street is not always like this, look at my mother, look at Chu Ge, everyone has to choose clothes according to their appearance, and change their personality You are the cheapest girl in the building who is rushing forward like you."

Ao Chen just came here out of interest to play with Yang You, the more serious Yang You is, the more he likes Yang You to do the opposite, "Then tell me, how should I dress?"

Hearing this, Yang You seriously thought about how to dress up for him, even after seeing him for many years, Ao Chen's face still amazes him every time he looks at it.

"You look good in black." Yang You looked at Ao Chen's white neck, which was set off by the black clothes, "You should look like the flower of Gaoling most suitable for you."

"Let's hear it?" With nothing to do, Ao Chen simply chatted with him.

The banks of the Qinhuai River have always been the place where the world's famous women compete for beauty, and there are countless beauties of all kinds. Yang You tried hard to recall those gorgeous women, "Probably, if you don't listen, ignore, or agree, you will always be cold." look at others."

"The most important thing is to always keep the distance you want from men."

Yang You looked at the hands of the two intertwined fingers, "Look, this one is too close."

Ao Chen lay down and pillowed on Yang You's lap, "I have really become a flower of Gaoling, His Royal Highness King Jing will be too pitiful in the future."

This made Yang You laugh, "You don't like me, others like me, I really don't need you."

Ao Chen gritted his teeth on the palm of his hand with a smile, "Who has taken a fancy to you? I am going to destroy him."

Yang You brushed aside Ao Chen's forehead hair, bent down and kissed his eyebrows.

He knelt on the carriage, Ao Chen lay on his lap, put his arms around his neck, and extended the kiss proactively.

Yang You only persisted for a while, but his waist became sore and his legs became weak. He couldn't help patting Ao Chen's face to let him go.

The carriage bumped and returned to the palace.

Yang You felt as if he had forgotten something important, "Did I forget something just now?"

"No." Ao Chen shook his head and walked into the palace first.

The guards didn't respond at all.

Yang You looked at his back and chased after him, and said in a low voice: "Since father cut off the rune, it means that the power that binds Amber has disappeared, and you should be able to perceive Amber. But why do you say you Can't feel it?"

"Really smart!" Ao Chen patted his head appreciatively, "Of course it's because they put things elsewhere."

Yang You had guessed before that Wu Yizhi couldn't take things out of the capital, so is there a place in the capital that isolates Ao Chen's perception?

"The royal family is blessed by God, there may be some places that I don't know about." Ao Chen explained.

Yang You still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it out. There was no loophole in what Ao Chen said. He just vaguely felt that this matter was far-reaching, and his unreasonable intuition could not be used as evidence for questioning, "Are you looking at Qi?" If you are the one who founded the kingdom, there should be no information in the royal family that can hide it from you."

"Did you forget that I still have to go to bed?" Ao Chen tapped his head, "It's better to sleep and rest your mind if you have nothing to do. Why do you get up and read the secrets of the royal family?"

Yang You felt that his reason was very reasonable, so he stopped asking.

Ao Chen looked at him and shook his head, "Why are you getting more and more stupid?"

Yang You glanced at him, "When you get close to vermilion, you get red; when you get close to ink, you get black. Who is stupid?"

"Of course you are stupid!" Ao Chen snorted and pushed open the door carelessly.

"Who!" Ruifang turned her head in horror, holding a rag.

Yang You was still standing five steps away from the door.

"My lord?" Ruifang asked tremblingly.

Yang You gave Ao Chen a white look, walked over and closed the door, "The wind will blow, don't be afraid."

Ruifang looked left and right in the room, and finally patted her chest and said, "I was scared to death, I thought it was haunted."

Yang You pointed at Ao Chen, and mouthed: "You old devil."

After a moment of silence, Ao Chen walked to the desk and picked up a pen.

The Ao Chen that exists in Yang You's eyes is blank in the eyes of others. Ruifang can only see the brush slowly stand upright and start to write with ink.

"Huh?" Ruifang pointed to the brush and was about to speak, Yang You hurriedly grabbed her shoulder.

"Ruifang! I'm hungry, let's pass the meal!"

He pushed Ruifang out, using his body to block the floating brush, "Go quickly."

Ao Chen continued to write unmoved, but the expression on his face was a wild smile after a prank.

Yang You turned around, "You..."

Ao Chen put down his pen, "Come and see if I look like you?"

Yang You walked over to see, he wrote a love poem.

Since the king's departure, there is no need to deal with residual opportunities.

Thinking of Jun is like a full moon, diminishing the brightness every night.

Yang You's hand rested on the edge of the rice paper. He hadn't heard of this poem yet, so he didn't know who wrote it, but it was concise and concise, and he expressed all his affection in just twenty words.

"Who wrote it, why haven't I heard of it?" Yang You picked up the paper and looked at it carefully.

He learned to write with Ao Chen when he was a child, and their handwriting has always been very similar, and Ao Chen likes to play pranks from time to time, leaving some notes for Ruifang to buy what he wants, as long as Ao Chen wants to write seriously, the two of them The handwriting can be exactly the same.

"I don't remember, I heard someone mention it a long time ago. I can't remember either." Ao Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

How can someone who can remember a poem of twenty characters not remember two or three characters?

Yang You knew that Ao Chen had a lot of pasts that did not belong to him, and these pasts were all sleeping in the pile of old papers, and many of them were not even recorded in history books, and were only locked in Ao Chen's mind.

He rarely asked, because Ao Chen didn't want to mention it, and he didn't dare to ask, because he was afraid that he knew a lot about the past, and he couldn't let go of it in the end.

800 years is beyond his imagination.

The door rang, Ruifang said: "My lord, please have dinner in the front hall. Manzi and General Liao are also waiting for you."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Yang You patted Ao Chen's shoulder and asked, "Do you want to stay here?"

Ao Chen seemed to be stuck in a long memory, he laughed twice, "I have to think about who it is, and why I can't remember it."

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

Ao Chen seems to be really troubled by this little memory. Whether it is the proud or the tempting Ao Chen, his eyes are full of indestructible light and composure, which are the traces left by the polishing of time. addicted.Now he has a troubled look in his eyes, reminding Yang You of the Jiaolong trapped in shallow water.

He couldn't see Ao Chen showing a confused expression, "Anyway, it's an old friend, and after 80 or [-] years, he will be ashes, so what's the point if he can remember it or not?"

"It's okay," Ao Chen folded the paper into a paper crane and stuffed it into Yang You's chest with a smile, "I'll think about it myself."

Yang You pouted, turned and left.

What's on your mind?

A straightforward love poem can still leave a deep imprint in Ao Chen's heart without being washed away by the torrent of time.

Yang You felt depressed thinking about it.

He also gave himself a poem...

Ao Chen really doesn't understand love and hatred in the world...

I don't know how the person who wrote the poem would feel.

Yang You only hoped that that person was not one of his ancestors, otherwise he would have to trigger a fight under the Underworld.

He handed the paper crane to Ruifang, "You find a place to put it away."

The house is full of men, who knows how to origami a crane as a gift?Ruifang paused suddenly, could it be that a lady gave it to her?

For so many years, Yang You has never heard of anyone being tempted, even the emperor's offer of marriage has been postponed several times, he is not in a hurry at all, instead let others worry for him.

Ruifang looked forward to the mistress so much that she finally had some hope, "My lord, I will definitely take good care of it!"

Yang You didn't understand why she was so excited.

Yang Yuchun and Liao Xiang were waiting for him to come to eat, Yang You asked Liao Xiang a few words, and he was relieved to know that his injury had improved.

Yang Yuchun reported: "My lord, the coffin of King Guangwu has already been buried in the ground, and in a few days it will be handed over to the people from the Ministry of Rites to preside over it."

Yang You nodded, it was time for Yang Shi to rest.

When the meal was finished, the maidservant came in and announced that there was a young master waiting outside.

Yang You and Yang Yuchun looked at Liao Xiang at the same time.

Liao Xiang finished the meal in twos and twos, "Don't look at me, he is the one who is willing to find me."

Yang You has long been used to Liao Xiang's merciless approach.Liao Xiang is good looking and has a good kung fu, more people want to provoke him than he wants to provoke.He is generous and gentle to his lover, and he is easy to get together when they are separated. After all these years of turmoil, he has not caused any trouble.

Now Ruifang took him to the streets for a day, and he found a young man, who is a master.

Yang You just reminded him, "The forces in the capital are complicated, so you should be more careful."

Liao Xiang hurriedly nodded and went out.

Yang Yuchun took a sip of the soup, and said vaguely, "He has lost one of his hands, how can he still mess around with flowers?"

Yang Yuchun sighed and spoke the accent of Hebei Prefecture.

Yang You was amused by him, "You also ask him for advice some other day, find a good girl, and I will marry you."

Yang Yuchun looked at him in surprise, took a sip of wine, "What's the matter if the prince presides over the marriage, the emperor presides over the marriage is the glory!"

Yang You chatted with him for a drink, "I'll lend you some good words. In the future, I'll personally pay homage to your general, officiate your marriage, and choose a location for your tomb."

Yang Yuchun smacked his lips after drinking, "Don't put the tomb in another place. I heard people say that if you can be buried with the emperor, you will be favored!"

He said thumbs up.

Yang You smiled and nodded, "Okay, I will let you be buried in the imperial tomb in the future."