Dianxia Qingcheng

The anger burned to the top of his heart, and Amule pressed hard.

"Crack!" There was a crisp bone fracture, and the injured leg was abruptly broken by him.

Zhao Litang's face was pale in pain, and he lost consciousness and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was not returned to the previous prison, but was still lying on the big bed in the tent.

Zhao Litang moved his body, the wound on his leg had been bandaged at an unknown time, and the broken part should have been reattached, but a slight movement was still painful.

He propped himself up and wanted to get out of bed, but found that there was a thick and long chain around his ankle, which was tied to the post beside the bed, like an animal. The range of movement is only where the chains can reach.

Zhao Litang tugged at the corner of his mouth and chuckled, then fell back on the bed.

Amule really stimulated and humiliated him all the time, just to crush all his pride and dignity under his feet.

Someone came in outside the tent, and Zhao Litang immediately closed his eyes again.

The person who came surrounded the lower half of his face, wrapped his body tightly, and walked to the side of the bed lightly.

Zhao Litang felt that someone was moving his injured leg. The movement was very light and gentle, and it hardly caused any pain.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the man's wrist, and opened his eyes.

The face of the person in front of him was covered with a veil-like cloth, revealing only a pair of red and swollen eyes, and a red mark under the corner of the eye, like a crescent moon.

A Lanyue, who was caught, was obviously shocked. He thought the general was still in a coma, but he didn't expect that the general had already woken up.

"What else are you doing here?" Zhao Litang's tone was extremely harsh, with a hint of sarcasm and contempt, "A whole night, isn't it enough?"

He suddenly straightened up, pulled the person in front of him into his arms, and rudely tore off the gauze from his face.

A Lanyue wanted to raise her hand to block, but Zhao Litang twisted his hands behind her back with one hand.

The originally fair little face actually had some bruises and purple marks, the corners of his lips were bitten off, and there was a circle of red marks on his slender neck, and those eyes were now full of misty water vapor, full of fear and fear. Looking at Zhao Litang.

Zhao Litang opened his fingers along the placket on his chest, and saw the ambiguous marks all over the collarbone and the body below. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he closed his placket again.

Last night, because of the drunkenness, there might be some madness and agitation that came up from nowhere, making Zhao Litang seem like a changed person, hard-hearted and hard-hearted.

But now that he is conscious, and seeing these beastly things he has done, Zhao Litang unwittingly relaxes a little while pressing the strength of his hand.

Thinking of the bloodstains on the bed, and what Amule said that he was seriously injured, the marks on his body really look like scars all over his body.

"Where is the blood?" Zhao Litang suddenly asked in a low voice.

Alanyue shrank, her voice trembling, "No, no."

Zhao Litang knew that he would not speak, and his fingers slipped in through the gap between his waist and slowly rubbed behind him.

The figure of the person in the arms suddenly stiffened, and he begged repeatedly, "General... no... don't... it hurts..."

As he spoke, hot tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his long eyelashes were wet and trembling along with his body.

"You know it hurts, and you still come to me?" Zhao Litang was dissatisfied with the strange emotions in his heart, and deliberately said cruelly, "I can still make you hurt more, if you are not afraid, just come to me, I will see you once I see you. It will hurt you once."

The stinging pain from the back made Alanyue raise her neck slightly, and was held in her arms and struggled to move, so she could only whimper softly.

The voice caught the attention of the soldiers outside the camp, and someone asked outside, "Prince Alanyue, are you alright?"

Alanyue opened her mouth just as she was about to speak, but her lips and tongues were suddenly sealed, bringing in a cold and strong breath, forcing him to accept everything and swallow it.

"You know how to answer." Zhao Litang let go of his lips, the tip of his nose pressed against his, and his eyes stared darkly at his red lips, the wound on the corner of the lips was bleeding again just now , ghostly and coquettishly embellished on the pale little face.

"I...I'm fine...you...don't come in..." Alanyue's voice was very soft, her breathing was extremely shallow.

The soldiers outside finally stopped moving again.

The fingers buried in the body collided even more recklessly. A Lanyue's hands had been released, and he was weak, lying on his solid and powerful chest, tightening the robe of the person in front of him.

"No...don't...let me go...please...please...let go..."

Alanyue didn't dare to groan, she bit her lip and endured it hard.

There is only pain, no joy, no pleasure, only boundless pain.

"Let go? But you are clearly biting hard and don't want me to leave."

Zhao Litang approached her fair and small earlobe and said with a chuckle, "Anyway, we are already married, I am your husband, it is only right for me to do such a thing to you. Besides, forcing me to marry you is not just because I want to. Who am I? Now that I gave it to you, you asked me to let you go..."

Zhao Litang didn't know when he had untied the clothes between the two, and then picked him up and pressed it hard.

"...I can't let go."

A Lanyue suddenly twitched in pain, laying on Zhao Litang's shoulder and breathing heavily, tears falling like beads with a broken thread.

Every movement of Zhao Litang was extremely ruthless and heavy, and he wanted to smash and smash this small body into pieces, and melt into a warm current running through all four.

Limbs.

The more you cry, the more you beg for mercy, the more sticky you are, the more you kiss and give hugs, the more you can't stop, and the more you want to ask for more.

Until later, Zhao Litang forgot what he was doing.

- After the cut subsided, Zhao Litang lay back on the bed again, and the person lying in front of him also lay down together.

A Lanyue didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, and she was lying on Zhao Litang's body, still choking.

When he was crying so hard just now, Zhao Litang kissed the tears off his face, and then made him cry even more.

He had never heard the general say such... such nasty things...

He was ashamed, annoyed, and frightened. No matter how the general forced him to speak, he made up his mind not to say a word, but there would always be a whimper from his throat.

Then his voice went hoarse.

Zhao Litang lay down with his eyes closed, the person on his body didn't weigh much at all, so he didn't overturn him.

"General..."

A soft, hoarse call came from his ear, as soft as a kitten with little strength.

Zhao Litang did not respond.

"Your leg...does it still hurt..."

He actually still has the heart to care about his legs, obviously the pain in his body is also very unbearable.

"I didn't... I didn't mean to not come to see you... My brother told me before he went to the battlefield... He, he actually broke your leg..."

Alanyue paused and said with a cry, "General...how will I ride a horse in the future..."

Zhao Litang frowned, a feeling of sourness and swelling in his heart.

He raised his hand to cover the mouth of the person on his body, and didn't want to hear what he said about him anymore, but suddenly there was a crisp, itchy, wet, greasy touch in his palm.

Zhao Litang took his hand away and saw some crystal clear body fluid on the ugly scar on his palm.

This scar was left by Amule piercing the palm of his hand with a dagger, and now it has left an indelible scar forever.

The feeling just now was that someone kissed his scar.

"General... I'm sorry..." The person who was lying on his body was apologizing softly, "I'm telling you for my brother... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... right..."

A Lanyue couldn't finish his words, because he saw Zhao Litang suddenly raised his hand and licked the palm.

Then there was a whirlwind, the two turned upside down, and he was pressed onto the bed.

During the days when Amule went to the battlefield, there were not many soldiers left in the barracks, but most of them were sent to guard the tent where Zhao Litang was.

"He won't run away."

Amule left these words before he left.

Zhao Litang really didn't run away anymore, with a broken leg, scars all over his body, and an unbroken marriage.

There was no way he could just go back to Heaven.

Alanyue still comes to see him every day. Sometimes she spends the night in this camp, sometimes she doesn't, and sometimes there will be some shameful voices in the camp during the day, but the soldiers guarding are not listening or pretending. do not know.

After all, the two are already husband and wife, and even if they do something during the day, it is not something they can inquire about.

On the other hand, Zhao Litang is sometimes very rough and sometimes gentle, but after being gentle, he will be even more fierce.

For Alanyue, the more he doesn't allow himself to have the slightest soft-hearted compromise, the more he will involuntarily slow down, relax, and want to kiss him.

After finding out that he really did this, Zhao Litang would be angry and want to escape again, hiding all the tenderness he showed in his brutal and vicious actions.

Alanyue bears everything he has for him. When Zhao Litang holds him, he will cry and call the general, and will say that my life belongs to the general. Without the general, I would have died long ago. The general wanted me Take your life if you want, I will.

Zhao Litang replied viciously, "Then I want you to kill me now!"

Then he grabbed the neck of the person under him, as if he really wanted to strangle him between the beds.

A Lanyue doesn't struggle or shout. In fact, as long as he shouts, the soldiers guarding outside the camp will rush in and stop Zhao Litang.

But he didn't want to do that. He knew that the general had been living in pain, but why was he not in pain?

The two close relatives have been pulling towards both sides, and he was about to die in tears.

It would be great if he could really die under the general's hands and eliminate his hatred for his brother.

He will also leave a last wish to his brother, begging him to let the general go.

My brother loves him so much, so he should obey his last wish.