[Two male protagonists + Attack Quanjie + Shura Field + Forced Love]
Wen Mingyi blocked the sword for the fourth prince in Leng Palace.
People are gone.
Three years later, he woke up in his coffin, pushed open the coffin board, and found that he "died" violently. Everyone in the capital knew that the young prince of the Hou Mansion had become the white moonlight in the hearts of four crazy people.
The waste in the cold palace has ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. With red eyes, he pinned Wen Mingyi in the corner and said that he would stay with him in the same quilt for life and death, and they would never be separated from each other. The voice was as low as a beg, but the strength in his hands did not allow for any struggle.
The former sick and weak proton suddenly became the new king of a neighboring country. In the blink of an eye, the cold sword was pressed against the tyrant's throat: "He is mine, are you worthy?"
The docile guard is no longer the young man who lowered his head and called him "Master". Now he is the master of the killer pavilion who kills without blood. He carelessly touched the back of Wen Mingyi's neck with his fingertips, bit his earlobe and smiled softly: "Master, can you be good?"
The oiran Liu Guang tore off his pitiful mask, and the prairie cavalry smashed the gate of the Hou Mansion. The young Khan sat on the horse and stretched out his hand to him. He smiled innocently with crooked eyebrows and said: "Brother, be my Ketun."
When he woke up, the four madmen were fighting for him to pieces. Their swords were facing each other, wanting to overturn the whole world and rob people.
Wen Mingyi silently packed his bags and ran away all night, running faster than anyone else, wishing he could hold the horse and run.
Halfway through the road, four voices sounded from all directions, all coincident, cold and lingering——
"Ayi, why are you running?"
He turned around, and under the moonlight his four pairs of eyes were as bright as poisoned knives, with gentle smiles.
