Duanmu Yi took a deep breath, only to feel that his heart was suffocated. There was a grief in his heart, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe. He even felt that if he received some whipping punishment, it would make him feel more comfortable.

Duanmuyi didn't care when he was suspected by everyone and pointed at him by everyone. The only thing he cares about is Yingzhao's trust in him, as long as Yingzhao believes in himself.

But he didn't expect that he would let himself down after all.

Duanmu Yi lowered his eyes, silently and the servant beside him roughly pulled him up and took him to the ancestral hall. With his arms tied like this, he sat there on his knees without saying a word.

Yingzhao watched the gate of the ancestral hall in front of him slowly closing, and the lonely figure kneeling in front of the tablet made Yingzhao's heart aches and pains, and he hated Bai Wenxuan even more in his heart.

But now the result of Mingmian's handling is not bad. Yingzhao on the man's side is naturally reluctant for him to be punished, and he has a way to compensate his lover.

Now Bai Wenxuan feels that Duanmuyi is no longer a threat, but he can relax his vigilance, which is convenient for his actions.

Besides, Bai Wenxuan also knew in his heart that Duanmuyi's identity was special, so he was barely satisfied when he was given such an explanation, and he did not pursue it any further.

He also knew that it was too late. If he kept biting on it, he was afraid it would reduce his impression in Yingzhao's heart.

And Yingzhao naturally praised him a lot, saying that he was considerate and generous, and told him to rest and recuperate before leaving Bai Wenxuan's room.

It was only after the dead of night that Yingzhao quietly sneaked into the ancestral hall. Seeing the man who was still kneeling and sitting motionless, Yingzhao felt distressed.

He quietly approached Duanmuyi, and by the weak candlelight in the ancestral hall, he saw that Duanmuyi's eyes were dead silent, and there was no light.

This made Yingzhao's heart tense in vain. He quickly grabbed Duanmuyi's arm, shook it gently, and called to him, "Duanmuyi, are you alright?"

Duanmuyi heard Yingzhao's voice and passed by. It took a long time to react. When he looked at Yingzhao's face, his eyes gradually gained focus.

Just now, when he was locked in this dim ancestral hall, he unconsciously thought of the time in the harem. I have also been insulted and ominous countless times, and I have been ridiculed for being dumb.

Even a dignified descendant of the royal family was often locked in the firewood room by the palace servants when he was a child, and they listened to his crying for fun.

They all felt that Duanmu could not speak, and the late emperor said that he was an ominous person. So no matter what happens to him, no one will call the shots for him.

Over time, Duanmu Yi became more and more silent. Until he was fourteen years old, the previous emperor died, and the new emperor pardoned the world. In order to show his kindness, he gave him the title of a prince, and his life was a little easier.

However, although he is called a prince, he does not have his own mansion. When I was a child, in the deep palace, I only ate leftovers, and the charcoal fire in winter was often not enough. Until the group of people found him... With his

eyes down, Duanmu Yi couldn't help sneering in his heart. That group of people looking for him is just wishful thinking for his own purposes. No one has really put himself in his heart, so he would rather stay in the palace.

Thinking of the dark years in the past, after I married the Ying family and the little general, it was the happiest time I had ever spent in my life.

Just thinking of it, even his little general no longer trusts him. Duanmu Yi felt a wave of grief and despair, and his whole heart was ashes.

It wasn't until the familiar voice sounded again that Duanmu Yi's consciousness was recalled. Duanmu Yi turned his head and looked at Yingzhao next to him in surprise.

Seeing the eyes behind the mask seemed to be related, Duanmuyi was a little unbelievable. Could it be that the general still cared about him and didn't give up on him completely?

When Yingzhao saw Duanmuyi like this, he quickly untied the rope on him, and rubbed the man's numb arm, which was tied to him in distress.

Holding Duanmuyi's big hand in his palm, feeling the coldness of his fingertips, Yingzhao immediately rubbed it hard. Just when Duanmu changed hands, Yingzhao suddenly found that Duanmuyi had thick calluses on his hands.

Although they had slept together for some time, Yingzhao also took Duanmuyi's hand at night and noticed that there were calluses on his hand. But at that time, it was only regarded as the misery of a man's life in the past, maybe he was bullied in the palace and did a lot of work.

But now, seeing the man's hand with the candlelight, he found that the cocoon could not have been left by work. Judging from the location of the thick cocoon and the wear and tear, it is simply the result of frequent sword practice.

But isn't a man just an unpopular mute prince in the palace? How could there be a sword, and how could someone allow him to do such high-intensity exercises repeatedly.

You must know that the calluses on the man's hands are not thinner than those of Ying Jingning, who is always on the battlefield, but in fact Duanmu Yi is only two years older than the original owner.

Thinking of this, Ying Zhao frowned slightly. It seems that there are some hidden plots that have not been discovered in the original plot.

Thinking about it now, in the past episodes, although Duanmu Yi was later sent to prison by the original owner. But what he said after that was just a rumor, no one really saw Duanmu Yi die in prison.

Lowering his eyes, Yingzhao's eyes flashed with interest. However, feeling the coldness of the man's palms, he reacted immediately, and hurriedly took out a blanket from the bag he was carrying and wrapped it around Duanmuyi's body.

He said distressedly, "The ancestral hall is very cold, is it better to be wrapped in a blanket?"

Then he thought that under the instruction of Bai Wenxuan, those servants would definitely not deliver meals to Duanmu Yi at night. I'm afraid it will only be delivered once a day or two, as long as Duanmuyi is guaranteed not to starve to death.

Immediately, he took out a few oil paper bags from his arms and handed them to Duanmu Yi. Softly said: "Eat something quickly! You must have eaten nothing for a day, how could those guys come to bring you food?" Yingzhao

had already forgotten that he had to maintain an arrogant attitude at this time, and his heart was full of full of worries about men. Duanmuyi looked at Yingzhao like this, and his heart was filled with warmth.

The blanket on his body is warm, the food in his hand is warm, and the person in front of him is even warmer.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand uncontrollably and hugged Yingzhao into his arms. He was breathing rapidly, trying to make sure that the person in his arms was real, not the hallucination he had in this dimly lit ancestral hall.

Yingzhao didn't know why the man's emotions suddenly became agitated, however, he just gently hugged him back. Patting his lover's back, he said with relief:

"I know you have been wronged, and I believe you have never done anything like that. It's just that I also have my difficulties. Duanmuyi, I'm sorry!"

Duanmuyi heard the words and immediately shook it vigorously shook his head. He didn't need Yingzhao's apology, hearing these words was enough to make him feel relieved.

It turned out that the little general believed in himself, it turned out that this little guy really did not abandon himself. A huge joy surged in his heart, he buried his head deeply in Yingzhao's neck and rubbed it.

Feeling the body temperature of the person in my arms, I just feel that such a solid sense of happiness has never been seen before. Yingzhao watched the man in his arms arching back and forth in his arms like a big dog.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he touched his head and said softly: "Okay! Stop acting like a baby. Since I have married you, I will definitely trust you and treat you well. Now let's eat quickly. , otherwise it will be cold for a while."

Duanmu Yi raised his head and showed a grateful smile to Ying Zhao. Then I opened the oiled paper bag and saw the beef in sauce and the meat buns in it, and I ate it in big gulps.

Yingzhao looked at Duanmu Yi's devouring appearance, and while following his back, he said distressedly: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Seeing that Duanmu Yi was almost done eating, Yingzhao took it out of his bag again. The water bag was handed to Duanmu Yi.

Duanmu Yi gratefully took it over and took a sip from the water bladder. But I found that the water in the water bag seemed to have a little nectar added to it, and it was very sweet to drink, but I only felt warmer in my heart.

After Duanmu Yi was full of food and drink, Yingzhao graciously massaged the place bound by the rope for him. Duanmu Yi felt a pair of small hands wandering around his body, and those places that were just stiff and painful instantly relaxed.

When he felt better, he patted the back of Yingzhao's hand, signaling him to stop. Seeing that the little guy has been massaging himself, Duanmu Yi also felt a little distressed about Yingzhao.

Afraid that he would feel tired, Duanmu Yi wrapped his little hand in his own and rubbed it. When Yingzhao saw his lover being so considerate to him, he naturally felt very sweet in his heart.

Seeing that it was late at night outside, I thought that the people in Yingfu should also be asleep. So he pulled the corner of Duanmuyi's clothes and said softly to him, "Follow me."

After that, the two sneaked out of the ancestral hall and came to a hidden place in the Yingyuan home. Yingzhao took Duanmuyi to a corner of the garden.

Duanmu Yi discovered that there was actually a small door there, and he watched Ying Zhao skillfully open the vines. Then let the other party hold his hand and follow him into the small door.

After entering, Duanmu Yi discovered that this place turned out to be a garden within a garden. Although it is not big, the vegetation is lush, and there is a large stone table on the left side, and there are several chairs next to it.

Yingzhao suddenly jumped to the stone table, stretched out his hand, and reached for the hanging fruit from the fruit tree beside the stone table. Picked one and threw it to Duanmu Yi.

He smiled at him and said, "Try it now, this fruit is so sweet!"

Duanmu Yi took the red fruit thrown by Yingzhao, and immediately took a small bite upon hearing his words. The fruity fragrance overflows, and the sweet juice fills the mouth, making Duanmu Yi smile unconsciously.

Yingzhao saw Duanmu Yi's satisfaction and felt happy, and said proudly to Duanmu Yi:

"How is it, not bad! This is my big secret, even the old lady doesn't know it! I think my father built it here back then. In the garden, he will take me here to play in his spare time. When I am a little depressed and sad, I will sit here and think about some past events. "

Duanmuyi heard Yingzhao tell the secret of this place. I just felt my heart pounding. He saw Yingzhao jump off the stone table, patted the dust on his knees, sat on the chair and continued:

"In the past, our father and son used to chat here, and my father taught me martial arts here most of the time. Yes. After all, our Ying family's kung fu is also secret, how can it be easily seen!"

Ying Zhao said here, stood up, broke a branch and waved it twice in front of Duanmu Yi with a smile. He held Duanmuyi's shoulders, let him sit beside the stone table, and smiled at him:

"Want to watch me dance the sword? Although after the war, I was no longer able to exert any strength. But it was just a gesture. It's okay to show you what he looks like!"

Duanmuyi heard Yingzhao's words, thinking that he had been seriously injured in the battle with Chiyue before, and he could no longer exert force on his body and could no longer go on the battlefield, and a burst of distress surged in his heart.

But seeing that Yingzhao seemed to be in good spirits, he quickly nodded to him, smiled and watched Yingzhao pick up a branch as a saber, and danced in front of him.

The moonlight was bright and the moonlight was shining down, but it seemed that Yingzhao's sword-dancing gesture had an ethereal immortality. The leaves were scattered, and with the steps of Yingzhao, flying around him, it was a beautiful scene.

Yingzhao also seemed to be very immersed in it. This move was swift and fierce. Duanmu Yi felt a surge of blood in his heart when he saw it.

But in my heart, I thought, if the little general was not injured, I don't know how heroic and free he would be when he made a move with a saber. Unconsciously, I began to imagine the scene of Yingzhao fighting the enemy bravely on the battlefield.

It's just that Yingzhao in front of him was in high spirits, but when he rushed forward, he wanted to turn around and pick a sword. Suddenly, it seems that because of his excessive movement, the lanyard of Yingzhao's mask rubbed against the branches of a nearby tree, and it was pulled off directly.

Yingzhao's mask immediately fell off, revealing his original face. And he didn't seem to have reacted yet, and looked a little dull at Duanmu Yi, who was obviously surprised by this sudden incident.

Immediately, Yingzhao seemed to wake up, and immediately threw away the branch in his hand. He quickly stretched out his hand to cover his face, and then quickly picked up the mask and covered his face.

After just covering for a while, Yingzhao seemed to realize something. He tore off the mask angrily and threw the mask to the ground.

He roared at Duanmu Yi: "You saw it just now, didn't you? You have already seen me clearly, you must be laughing at me in your heart, don't you! I think I'm still called a Rakshasa, what's wrong? General Guo, I actually look like a ghost. You think I'm just a stinky boy, don't you!"

Duanmu Yi shook his head vigorously after hearing the words, he stood up and hurriedly walked to Yingzhao's side , wanted to touch his shoulder, but was swept away by Ying Zhao.

Duanmuyi opened his mouth impatiently to explain, saying that he had no such intention at all. However, he was unable to speak, and could only make one or two strange sounds, unable to express his feelings towards Yingzhao.

He had never hated his situation of being unable to speak so much, and in the end he hurriedly hugged Yingzhao into his arms.

Yingzhao struggled twice, but he couldn't exert force on him, and naturally he couldn't break free from a man who was not much taller than himself.

He raised his head and glared at Duanmuyi with teary eyes, biting his lower lip and saying,

"You must take me as a joke now! You will never respect me again, treat me as your husband!"

Duanmu Yi listened to When Yingzhao said this, he shook his head fiercely, but no matter what he did, Yingzhao still seemed to ignore him.

Seeing Yingzhao's sad look, Duanmuyi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Suddenly a ruthless force came to his heart, and he hugged Yingzhao's waist tightly.

He raised his hand, clamped Yingzhao's chin, and kissed his lips fiercely. Yingzhao opened his eyes wide in surprise, looked at the face that was close at hand, and pretended to struggle twice, but the other party hugged him even tighter.

The breath of his lover was lingering around him like this, and Yingzhao was so relieved that he could not wait for a gesture of victory. It's been a long time since they kissed each other when they were clearly sober. Yingzhao could feel the man cherishes and loves him.

His struggle slowly stopped, he closed his eyes, and snuggled into the man's arms, quietly feeling the breath of his lover.

Duanmuyi didn't expect that he would suddenly force a kiss on Yingzhao, but he didn't know how to express his heart in such a situation.

This proud little general must have been really heartbroken just now before he said those words. It's just that Duanmuyi really wants to tell the other party that he loves this little guy to death.

This face is so cute that it makes one's heart tremble, but why should you be ashamed of your own appearance?

It's just that Duanmuyi immediately felt that the little guy in his arms was very cute no matter what he looked like, and he would definitely make the one he liked unable to extricate himself. Feeling that the person in his arms slowly stopped struggling, a soft light flashed in Duanmuyi's eyes.

He gently kissed the little guy in his arms, only to feel that the other's lips were sweet and outrageous. This was the first time he had kissed Yingzhao completely when he looked sober.

Duanmu Yi only felt that his heart was hot, and after a long time, he stopped. Looking at the blushing little guy who was panting in his arms, he kissed his forehead with a happy smile on his face.

Yingzhao raised his head and blinked when he saw Duanmuyi's appearance. Then he blushed and buried his head deeply in the man's arms.

He snorted sullenly, and then bit into the chest of the person in front of him. Duanmuyi immediately felt a pain in his chest, and hissed in pain, but did not stop Ying Zhao.

I just feel that the little guy in his arms is as cute and tight as a kitten with claws and claws. If he can calm down his little general, then he will bite Duanmuyi two more times.

Hearing Duanmuyi's pained cry, Yingzhaocai let out some distressed relief. He flattened his mouth, raised his head and glared at Duanmuyi. To him, he said angrily, "Did I let you kiss me?"

Duanmu Yi smiled when he heard Yingzhao's words. He shook his head, but licked Yingzhao's lips twice. When Yingzhao saw this, his face turned even redder.

He stared at Duanmuyi for a while with wide eyes, then turned his head away, as if he didn't want to look at the other party, but his outstretched arms hugged Duanmuyi's waist tightly.

Yingzhao leaned in Duanmuyi's arms with a reluctant appearance, and whispered "Idiot!"

After a while, he raised his head again and rolled his eyes at Duanmu Yi. He grabbed his collar and forced him to lower his head, then bit Duanmuyi's lips fiercely, and said angrily:

"In the future, you can only kiss me alone, and you can only be kissed by me alone, I heard that. No?"

Duanmuyi saw Yingzhao Aojiao's small appearance, and felt his body tense instantly. Unable to hold back, he gasped for a moment, and immediately nodded vigorously at Yingzhao.

Of course he is willing, he can't ask for it at all! Looking at the little guy who was leaning against his arms and became extremely obedient, Duanmu Yi felt that his heart was full.

Just now, the little general said to himself, only allow himself to kiss him, not to kiss others. Does this mean that the little guy also likes himself in his heart, cares about himself, and regards himself as his property!

The two of them hugged him crookedly in the garden for a long time, until Yingzhao felt that the soles of his feet were numb, and then ordered Duanmu Yi to pick him up and carry him back to the ancestral hall.

Duanmu Yichang is tall, but Yingzhao's world is very petite. When Duanmuyi picked him up, it looked like he was holding a child from a distance.

Although Yingzhao was a little dissatisfied with her petite physique, sitting in a man's arms like this was really a novel experience. Besides, he has always been a little hedonistic, and the feeling of not having to walk by himself also made him a little satisfied.

Duanmuyi was sentenced to the ancestral hall for a month, and Yingzhao went to him every night during the month. Carefully bring him food and the things he needs, and even the next day's application will be ready.

In the evening, Yingzhao would have dinner with Duanmuyi whenever he had the chance. Usually, after the two of them had eaten, they would sneak out of the ancestral hall and come to the small courtyard to play and talk together.

Of course, Yingzhao was talking alone, while Duanmuyi smiled and sat beside him and listened quietly. Sometimes, when Ying Zhao was interested, he would dance a sword in front of Duanmu Yi for a while.

Moreover, when facing Duanmu Yi alone, Yingzhao no longer wore the Rakshasa mask, but faced the opponent with his original face.

When the two of them had enough time to play at night, Yingzhao would take out the blankets and bedding that had been hidden under the offering table in the ancestral hall.

Duanmu Yi was a little surprised that Yingzhao didn't go back to his room at night, but slipped out to sleep with him on the cold floor.

He originally felt sorry for Yingzhao and didn't want him to sleep here. However, Yingzhao refused to listen, and directly rolled herself into the quilt without speaking. Just staring at Duanmu Yi with a pair of eyes, as if the other party is a villain.

At this time, Duanmuyi felt helpless and could only rely on Ying. Just in order not to freeze his little guy, Duanmuyi would try to hold Yingzhao as tight as possible.

Duanmuyi slowly discovered that his little general seemed to really depend on him. Since letting himself see his true face, the little guy will sleep in his arms every night.

Although sometimes he will be bossy and say some unpleasant things. But Duanmuyi knew that Yingzhao was a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted man, and he cared about himself very much in his heart. You only need to look at the food and supplies he brought to know, which makes Duanmuyi unstoppable sweetness.

The author has something to say:

Well, it's true that "the mouth is too straight and the body is straight"~