One day later, Jian Yu led his army to the border town. He saw Song Zhiyi and Su Dai from a distance, but the commander of the army, His Royal Highness the King of Chu Rong Zhen, was nowhere to be seen. There was nothing wrong with this, after all, the King of Chu was not only the commander of the Northern Frontier Army, but also a prince. Only Jian Yu had the right to pay him a visit, and this was the hierarchy.

Jian Yu greeted the two men and said, "I wonder where His Royal Highness the King of Chu is. I should go

and pay him a visit." Song Zhiyi and Su Dai looked at each other, and Song Zhiyi showed an embarrassed smile, "I'm afraid that's not very convenient. His Royal Highness is now recuperating in the mansion, and the doctor has ordered him to rest. If Lord Jian has anything, just tell us."

This was pretty much what Jian Yu had imagined. He was just being polite, and since Song Zhiyi said so, he just went along with it, "That's rude of you."

The three of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then Su Dai took Jian Yu and the army to the military camp. Originally, they arranged accommodation for Jian Yu in the city, but Jian Yu said he wanted to live and eat with the soldiers, so Su Dai didn't waste any more words and took him away directly.

Song Zhiyi did not go with them. He stayed where he was, watching Jian Yu's receding back with a thoughtful expression.

At the same time, Rong Zhen, who was said to be recuperating from his injuries, was sitting in a cool pavilion reading a book, and next to him was Lu Zheng, who was looking at the chessboard with a sad face.

It was also Lu Zheng's fault. He had nothing to do and suddenly wanted to learn how to play chess, so he asked Rong Zhen to teach him. He thought that since this prince could tolerate his handwriting, then it should not be a problem for him to tolerate him, a lousy chess player. But Rong Zhen played two games with him, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he threw a chess book to him and asked him to write it.

"Rong Zhen!" Lu Zheng shouted at him unwillingly.

Rong Zhen raised his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you get close to me during this journey, but you have lost the respect for each other and call me by my name."

Lu Zheng's face flushed. Let's be honest! Is their current relationship suitable for the original title? ! They are not real relatives, could it be that he has some special hobby!

Rong Zhen knew that Lu Zheng might be criticizing him in his heart. He put down the book, walked to Lu Zheng, and saw the messy chessboard he had set up. He shook his head helplessly, grabbed his hand, helped him get into position, put the chess piece between his two fingers, and then helped him put the chess piece down.

"You can't even hold a chess piece, why do you still want to learn how to play chess?"

Lu Zheng shouted in frustration: "I won't learn anymore, it's too boring!"

Rong Zhen sat opposite him, picking up chess pieces while saying: "If you don't want to play chess, practice calligraphy."

Lu Zheng slumped his shoulders: "You really are addicted to being an elder, don't learn this from my elder brother." After what happened with Lu Xun, and after such a long time, Lu Zheng was finally able to let go of the Duke of Ying's Mansion and no longer hesitated to mention it.

In Rong Zhen's view, he could only sigh again that Lu Zheng's personality was really not suitable for mixing in the officialdom. If he was not protected, I'm afraid he would have been eaten up by others even to the bones.

Seeing that Rong Zhen didn't say anything, Lu Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "I heard that reinforcements have arrived. Can I go to the military camp to play?"

Rong Zhen paused while packing up the chess pieces. He raised his head and said, "This is my negligence. The leader of the army this time is still an old friend of yours and mine."

"Old friend?" Lu Zheng asked in confusion. He didn't know that Jian Yu was leading the army, so he was completely confused.

Rong Zhen gently picked up a white piece with his fingers and said softly, "The leader of the army this time is the loyal and brave marquis, Jian Yu."

Lu Zheng was stunned, and a white piece rolled off the chessboard and fell to the ground.

That afternoon, an invitation was delivered to Rong Zhen's mansion. When the servant brought the invitation to Lu Zheng, he was conscientiously concentrating on his score.

Rong Zhen knew it, and seeing that Lu Zheng still looked upset, he couldn't help but say, "I didn't stop you, just go if you want."

Lu Zheng had nothing to do with Jian Yu, but when he heard Rong Zhen say that, he felt something was wrong. He put down the chess piece in his hand, "If you really don't care, why did you keep it from me before?"

Rong Zhen said casually, "It's just some unimportant things, I just forgot it for a while, how can I keep it secret."

Lu Zheng looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you about this?" Rong Zhen turned the page of the book in his hand and said as if he didn't care.

"Are you jealous?" Lu Zheng suddenly said.

Rong Zhen froze, and Lu Zheng quickly caught the tiny flaw, and said in surprise: "You are really jealous!"

Lu Zheng's eyes widened, as if he had realized something, and his face immediately turned red. In order to hide his embarrassment, he could only yell: "What is there to be jealous of... No, what are you jealous of!"

Seeing Lu Zheng's expression, Rong Zhen covered up the embarrassment and said generously: "It's human nature."

Lu Zheng blinked and muttered: "You admitted it so readily."

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Rong Zhen moved closer to Lu Zheng and smiled softly, "All lovers in the world cannot escape the word jealousy. I'm just an ordinary person."

He said the last word close to Lu Zheng's ear. His hot breath touched Lu Zheng's ear, turning the white jade earlobe into a bright red color.

Lu Zheng jumped to the side in surprise, but Rong Zhen, who had sensed something, grabbed him by the waist and hugged him back. He pushed Rong Zhen with a red face, saying weakly: "You...you let me go!"

Rong Zhen raised his eyebrows, gently hooked his chin, and whispered: "I was going to give you three years, but you ran into my hands. Now it's too late for me to let you go."

Lu Zheng's eyelashes trembled uneasily. Of course, he knew that he was not sure about his sexual orientation at first. Rong Zhen must have known that, so he let him go to Qingxi County. Otherwise, with his means, it would not be difficult for him to bring himself to Northern Xinjiang! But when he heard the news that he was seriously injured, he only thought about his safety at that moment. It was a long time before he came to Northern Xinjiang regardless of everything.

Rong Zhen gently lowered his head and kissed Lu Zheng's lips lovingly. Lu Zheng's head was forced to look up, his Adam's apple kept sliding up and down, and a moan escaped from his lips, but Rong Zhen's kiss suddenly deepened. Lu Zheng couldn't bear it, his hands weakly clung to Rong Zhen's shoulders, and even a few tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

When Lu Zheng softened in Rong Zhen's arms, Rong Zhen let him go, gently brushed away the sweaty hair on his forehead, leaned over to kiss him, and then picked Lu Zheng up.

Lu Zheng's body suddenly flew into the air and he grabbed Rong Zhen's collar in fear: "Do... do what?"

Rong Zhen touched his nose helplessly: "Little fool, what do you say you want to do?"

Lu Zheng ultimately failed to keep the appointment that day.

It was already the next morning when he woke up from the bed in a daze. His hand was against Rong Zhen's chest, and Rong Zhen's possessive arm was on his waist. Their black hair was tangled together on the pillow.

When Lu Zheng saw this, he was so scared that he almost fell off the bed, but Rong Zhen pulled him back. Rong Zhen kissed his cheek: "You were crying and begging me last night, how come you turned your face against me when you woke up?"

Lu Zheng had a dull look on his face, and the memory of last night suddenly emerged in his mind. The amount of information was so large that he couldn't react for a while.

Yesterday, Rong Zhen carried him back to the yard. This afternoon and night, they didn't even leave the door. His voice was hoarse from crying, and he wanted to bite to death the person who had been coaxing him. Who the hell said it didn't hurt! Who said it was only once! Later, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his hands. Even the meal was brought to him by Rong Zhen

. As for helping him wash and so on... Lu Zheng was so upset that he wished he could travel through time again.

The point is, now whenever he moves his body, that indescribable place aches.

Rong Zhen raised his eyebrows and reached behind Lu Zheng. Unexpectedly, when he touched his coccyx, he suddenly trembled and cried: "Stop... stop it, bastard!"

Rong Zhen just held his messy hand helplessly and rubbed it gently: "Does it still hurt?"

Lu Zheng was very aggrieved: "Nonsense! It's your turn to try!"

"You can talk back, it seems that you are not bad, how about..."

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Rong Zhen couldn't help laughing. Seeing Lu Zheng's anger but not words, he couldn't help but kiss him again: "Okay, I won't touch you, you sleep for a while, I'll call you to eat later."

In the tavern in the border town, the waiter climbed up from the table, yawned, and moved his sore arm. Then he cast his eyes on the motionless figure sitting by the window. The most common people in the border town are soldiers. Although the King of Chu is strict in military discipline, if they really offend these soldiers, they will only get a beating, but it will be difficult for them to do business.

Yesterday afternoon, a guest came to book a private room and ordered a table of wine and food. He even asked the chef to make a bowl of pork trotter noodles. However, no one came from the afternoon until sunset, until closing time. The

waiter wanted to persuade the guest to leave, but the other party threw a piece of silver and said to wait a little longer. The waiter was afraid of causing trouble, so when he saw that there was still a reward, he didn't say anything more. However, it was the next morning, and the guest was still sitting there motionless, and the wine and food on the table were not touched.

The waiter walked over cautiously: "My dear guest, it's already daybreak..."

Jian Yu came back to his senses. He glanced at the sky and chuckled: "Indeed, the sun has risen."

"This... I'm afraid the person you're waiting for won't come. Do you want me to pack up these wine and food for you?"

Jian Yu was shocked by this, and the smile on his face turned bitter: "Yes, he won't come."

He knew that this Lu Zheng was no longer the same Lu Zheng. The other party said it so clearly at the beginning, but he just couldn't really let it go. Thinking of this, it was right that Lu Zheng didn't show up.

Is this how that little fool felt when he waited for him in the restaurant from sunset to sunrise but didn't wait for him? Full of hope, I thought that person would show up the next moment, but every time I was disappointed. If he had known this would happen, how could he have left him alone in the restaurant, and how could he have let him clash with Han Er and lose his life.

Now that he has understood, the person he was waiting for will never show up again.

Jian Yu closed his eyes and swallowed the bitterness.

Xiao Er was at a loss: "Sir, I can't speak... You..."

"You are right. He won't come." When Jian Yu opened his eyes again, he had recovered to the way he was before, as if the weakness just now had never appeared. The

author has something to say: Jian Yu: You said you would recuperate, but you actually indulged in promiscuity in broad daylight! !