55Chapter 55 Xiao Shao 90%

"Okay!" Jing Shao was very happy to hear that. He had prepared a famous zither in the small study, just waiting for Jun Qing to open his heart and be willing to play a song. Unfortunately, he had never heard it, let alone the sound of the jade flute.

Mu Hanzhang glanced at the inexplicably excited Jing Shao, smiled helplessly, and put the green jade flute against his pale lips.

The moonlit night was quiet, and the flute sounded sobbing, with a sense of eternal desolation. Slowly and slowly, it was like the wind passing through the forest; ups and downs, like the moon reflecting on the clear river.

Jing Shao didn't understand music very well, but this didn't prevent him from understanding this song, because his eyes never left the person playing the flute. The moonlight fell on the light green gauze clothes, and the slender hands pressed on the long jade flute, and I felt that the hands were warmer than jade.

The sparkling light in the river illuminated the handsome face. With the sound of the flute, Jing Shao seemed to see a blue phoenix dancing under the moon, circling in the forest, soaring up to 90,000 miles...

"Why is it gone?" The sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Jing Shao was far from having heard enough and said dissatisfiedly.

Mu Hanzhang looked up at him: "Did you hear anything?"

"A blue phoenix, soaring up, thousands of miles of clouds, and then?" Jing Shao frowned. This feeling of listening to half of the story was very uncomfortable.

Mu Hanzhang looked at him in surprise: "How can you hear so much?" This ancient song was passed down from ancient times. The content is difficult to understand. Not to mention people who don't understand music, even the zither player may not be able to hear so much.

Jing Shao didn't expect that he could actually understand the meaning of the song. He couldn't help but smile proudly: "The ancients said that gold is easy to get, but it's hard to find a soulmate. If you meet a soulmate, even if he is a fisherman, a woodcutter or an old farmer, you can still understand it. I don't understand the song, but the person who plays it." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of black hair and wrapped it between his fingers.

Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes, and his handsome face was slightly red under the moonlight: "Then do you know the name of this song?"

Jing Shao scratched his head. How could he know this? So, he smiled and sat next to his own princess, hugged her into his arms, and leaned close to one ear and said: "I guess it's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"."

"Nonsense... um..." Mu Hanzhang glared at him, and before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked.

Jing Shao only tasted it briefly, and after he calmed down, he slowly separated, stretched out his hand to stroke the cheek of the person in his arms, and whispered: "There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget her when I see her. If I don't see her for a day, I will miss her like crazy." The magnetic voice rose and fell like a chant, which was very moving.

Mu Hanzhang looked at him quietly and smiled slowly: "This song is called "Xiao Shao". There were nine chapters of Xiao Shao in ancient times, but now only three chapters remain."

It turned out to be a fragment of the song. Jing Shao nodded. No wonder he felt that he hadn't heard it all.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Mu Hanzhang sighed helplessly: "Today is September 19th."

September 19th? Jing Shao's eyes widened immediately. September 19th, isn't it his birthday!

Since his mother passed away, except for the routine rewards in the palace, he really hasn't celebrated his birthday properly. In his last life, he had fought for many years. Now, he himself had forgotten that there was a birthday. It was hard for his princess to remember it. She even cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for him when she was injured.

"Jun Qing..." Jing Shao looked at the person in his arms. Everything that happened today was superimposed on each other, and he suddenly felt mixed emotions. For a moment, he didn't know where to start.

"You are twenty years old from today. It's too late to return to Beijing to perform the crown ceremony for you..." Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips. The crown ceremony of the prince is very important. Its solemnity also determines the possibility of his succession to the throne. However, Jing Shao has lost the right of succession, so it doesn't matter whether he can perform the crown ceremony or not.

"I wore the crown when I was crowned a prince," Jing Shao saw the pity in his princess' eyes, and a burst of warmth surged in his heart, "but I still lack a courtesy name, why don't you take it." The royal family actually has no courtesy names, because basically no one calls the royal family names, let alone courtesy names. Let Jun Qing come up with one, just for fun between the two of them in private.

Mu Hanzhang leaned in his arms, and seeing that he didn't look sad, he thought he was worrying too much, and curved his eyes and said, "Xiao Shao is nine-tenths, and the phoenix will come. Why not, just call it 'Jiu Xiao'."

"Jiu Xiao..." Jing Shao savored the word carefully.

Xiao Shao is nine-tenths, and the phoenix will come. When his father and mother gave him this name, they hoped that he would be the Xiao Shao divine song that summoned the divine phoenix and bring peace to Dachen, rather than letting him be the dragon that competes for the throne. His future was determined when he was born. His father named him the King of Cheng, which was also a reminder to him. But he couldn't see it clearly.

"Why, but what did I say wrong?" Seeing his worried look, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He also guessed the origin of Jing Shao's name, and didn't know where the word Shao came from. If he mentioned Jing Shao's sad part, it would be a loss.

"No, my mother must have thought so back then." Jing Shao smiled and looked up at the waning moon in the sky. If his mother's spirit was in heaven, she would be very pleased to see him now.

The early autumn in the south is still as hot as midsummer. The evening breeze blows on the face, carrying the fragrance of unknown flowers, bringing a cool breeze. Jing Shao took a deep breath. The person in his arms has done so much for him, how can he not give something in return? So he lowered his head and smiled at the person in his arms: "In fact, I can also play the flute."

"Really?" Mu Hanzhang was surprised. He had never heard that King Cheng also understood music before. Looking at Jing Shao's frivolous smile, he doubted, "You are not bragging, are you?"

"Whether it is bragging or not, you will know if you try it." Jing Shao seemed very confident.

So, a moment later...

"Well... this, how is this... um..." Mu Hanzhang sat on the stone, forced to raise his head and gasp.

Jing Shao raised his head, chuckled and said, "How is it? How is your flute playing?"

"You..." Looking at the person buried between his legs, Mu Hanzhang was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Such a proud person is actually willing to lower his head for him and do things that he shouldn't do for his husband!

Jing Shao kissed Xiao Junqing on the lips, hugged the crimson-cheeked man, and gently placed him on the grass by the river: "If you can't tell whether it's good or not, wait until I finish playing this piece before making a judgment. ”

Mu Hanzhang slowly tightened his grip on the grass at his hand, and then he realized that they were by the river! It was really embarrassing to do such a thing under the cover of the sky: "Don't...here...ah..." The sudden deepening of warmth suddenly forced him to speak out of tune.

The starry sky in his eyes became brighter and darker, and the sensations in his body seemed to increase several times in this silent wilderness. Mu Hanzhang had never felt this feeling so clear before, even though he knew that he might be discovered at any time. , but still couldn’t help but long for more.

Mu Hanzhang tremblingly reached out and caressed the head between his legs. The pity and love in such gentle treatment spread to his heart. At this moment, there was only one thought left in my mind, that I wanted him and wanted to be one with him.

"Little spoon..."

Hearing the soft call of the person beneath him, Jing Shao stopped, climbed up, and went to kiss his face, but unexpectedly he was hooked on his neck! Jun Qing, are you taking the initiative?

God knows, Jing Shao, who originally planned to have a good time and then stop, was completely distracted by this slight hook. He suddenly grabbed the half-opened and half-closed lips and kissed her fiercely, but the trace of reason he still had left told him that the person in his arms was still injured and he couldn't do anything excessive.

"The wound hurts a little, please be gentle..." Mu Hanzhang bit the person's ear and whispered softly. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Maybe it was Jing Shao's deep affection tonight that made him unable to control himself, or maybe it was the chaos today that made him feel uncomfortable. He wanted to wash away the bloody memories in his mind, or maybe it was just his own heart that wanted to do this...

How can you, at such a young age, stand up to such friction?

When Jing Shao heard this, he would no longer be a man if he could bear it any longer!

He took out a small box the size of a walnut from his waist, opened it, and a familiar fragrance spread out.

When Mu Hanzhang saw that he was carrying such a thing with him, he blushed and glared at him.

The cool ointment was slowly applied, and Jing Shao skillfully found that lovely spot, pressed and kneaded it, and at the same time leaned forward to take the neglected Xiao Junqing into his mouth again. He waited until the person underneath him softened into a puddle of spring water before he stopped. With a sweeping movement, he grabbed the narrow waist and rushed in.

Mu Hanzhang bit his lip, enduring the painful yet comfortable feeling. Even though the wound on his shoulder hurt, and even though the grass under him was not as soft as the bed, he felt that this was the happiest time he had had in a long time. It's like breaking free from all kinds of shackles and blending in with it with a pure heart.

Smelling the fragrance of green grass, using the moonlight, I can clearly see every expression of the person in my arms, the slightly frowned brow, the tearful eyes, the lower lip with teeth marks, the pink body, and even the The soft silk on the shoulders, everything was so beautiful that Jing Shao couldn't help but speed up his movements.

After a long time, Jing Shao came back to his senses from this hearty love affair, kissed the still trembling person soothingly, and slowly withdrew, naturally eliciting a string of soft moans. .

"Does the wound hurt?" After a brief cleaning with river water, Jing Shao sat on the grass, hugged the man into his arms, and opened the soft silk on his shoulders to check.

"It's okay..." Mu Hanzhang was so weak that he leaned against him lazily.

"Oops, it's still bleeding." Jing Shao looked at the wound that had not yet completely scabbed and started to ooze blood again. He suddenly felt regretful and picked up the person in his arms and went back to the tent.

"So I switched to that medicine. After a few days of bumpy camp, there's no chance it will break." Mu Hanzhang lay on his broad shoulders, drowsy. After struggling like this, he was able to sleep even though the wound hurt. , yawned a little and said with a nasal voice, "Go back to the military advisor's tent, so as not to be seen tomorrow."

When Jing Shao heard this, he thought that there was a troublesome hairy tiger in the king's tent and he really shouldn't go there, so he turned to the military advisor's tent nearby. There was also medicine in the tent. Jing Shao put him on the bed and went to find the sapphire bottle: "Apply this at night and see how it goes tomorrow." He didn't want to give Jun Qing that medicine unless it was absolutely necessary. The wound was so bad. Deep, how painful would it be to use that?

Everything was silent, and the noise in the camp had completely disappeared, leaving only the footsteps of patrolling guards and the chirping of insects.

A black shadow quietly sneaked outside the king's tent, squatted down, gently lifted the lower corner of the tent curtain, crawled forward silently, walked to the bedside, took the dagger from his mouth, jumped up suddenly, and struck hard towards the bed. The ground stabbed down...empty! The man was startled and was about to retreat when his hand was suddenly scratched by a sharp object. He thought he was ambushed and couldn't help but scream.

"Who!" The guards who had been patrolling here rushed in immediately after hearing this. The torch illuminated the entire tent, reflecting the panicked assassin and the small hair ball in the quilt.

"Wow!" Xiao Huang was quite dissatisfied with the person who woke him up. He slurred at him, squatted down and slowly licked his bloody paws.