After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

澧渊

Chen Jingdian

The wind was howling, the sky was dark, the high platform and attic were magnificent, and outside the palace gate were groups of maids and servants, standing in two neat rows.

The layout and display around the palace are very particular, with red silk paving the floor. The two crabapples in front of the courtyard are blooming just right, pink and fresh. Occasionally, when the wind blows, a few petals are brought down, rolled up on the bluestone ground, and played with small flowers. Little Xuan'er.

In front of the palace gate, there was a young man leaning with a sword in his arms. He was slender and dressed in black clothes with sleeves. He was guarding the door with an expressionless face, with a little impatience on his eyebrows.

Someone was walking up the steps at the foot of the high platform. The pace was very slow. The man glanced indifferently and distractedly. The person who stepped up to the high platform was an old man with white beard and hair. He was walking hobblingly, leaning on a black gold wooden cane with a snake head. His face was strange. He is not kind, and when he squints his eyes, he always seems to have some kind of calculation behind him. He is sinister and can make people feel uncomfortable.

When the old man came closer, the man finally made some moves, stood up a little straighter, and reluctantly moved to the side. The old man stood in front of the door with his back hunched, his eyes cold and stern, and his voice was muddy. :

"How long has it been since the young master came back?"

"A few hours, I can't remember exactly."

The old man nodded and raised his chin: "Open the door."

The man frowned, showing a slight hesitation, and took a slight step towards the door, as if to stop him: "Young Master is not the only one in the palace, and Young Master also ordered that no one is allowed to enter."

"You think I don't know?"

The old man turned his head suddenly, staring at the man with sinister eyes, his wrinkles were deep, and he spoke in a tone that could not be criticized:

"Open the door!"

The man's frown deepened. He was about to say something else, but he wisely closed his mouth, opened the door, and said, "Please, elder."

The hall was dark, with only a dim candle burning in the room behind the screen. Two figures could be vaguely seen, one was sitting with his face turned sideways, silent, and the other was slightly shorter, squatting in front of him, as if he was talking. Say something softly.

The old man narrowed his eyes and seemed displeased, but he refrained from getting angry immediately and walked into the hall.

There was also a gauze curtain hanging behind the screen. The man followed behind and started to lift the curtain for the old man.

Ning Yi was squatting in front of the chair, his face a little disappointed because he had not received a response for a long time. When he saw the old man, he paused for a moment, then looked at the man following him, then stood up with a calm expression and leaned over. road:

"I've met the fifth elder."

The fifth elder glanced at him and ignored him. He only turned to the person in front of him with a dark and uncertain expression. After a while, he put the crutch aside, put his left hand on his chest, bowed slightly and saluted, his voice was steady and respectful. add:

"My lord, please see your Majesty."

Chu Yitang turned his face sideways and closed his eyes. He didn't look back when he heard the movements. It wasn't until His Majesty called him in front of him that he raised his eyes with a cold expression. The smile on the corners of his lips was also cold. If you look closely, it was a bit sarcastic. mean.

"I can't afford the Fifth Elder's reputation as a king. After all, I killed my father and usurped the throne, and mutilated my siblings. I should be quartered by five horses, and I will not die a good death."

The fifth elder's eyes dimmed slightly, then returned to their original state in an instant. He stood against the light, unable to see his face clearly.

"Your Majesty is wrong in what you said. The people of Liyuan are looking forward to your return day and night. It is a great blessing for our family that your Majesty is safe and sound now."

"Great luck?"

Chu Yitang suddenly sneered. His lips were pale, as if he had heard some terrible joke. There was not even a trace of blood on his face. He was extremely pale, and his expression was so sharp that it could cut someone.

His hands were handcuffed behind his back, and the rope was so rough that the skin on his wrists had been worn away, and a thin layer of blood showed through, dyeing the material of his sleeves red.

For three hours, he didn't drink any water, and he didn't even close his eyes for a moment. Chu Yitang's tired eyes were feeling dizzy, but he still managed not to show it, digging his nails into the palms of his hands, trying to keep the last trace of clarity in his mind.

"Fifth Elder, if this is a great blessing, you should have welcomed me with the whole palace and invited me into Liyuan instead of tying me up and locking me up here. Is this what you call a great blessing?"

The fifth elder stood in front of the window, with his back hunched, and his eyes turned sideways to Chu Yitang's hands tied behind his back. He obviously saw the conspicuous red color. He looked away calmly, and there was no ups and downs in his speech.

"My young master is so eager because I miss you deeply. I hope your Majesty will be considerate of you."

Chu Yitang sneered, his temples were messy and stuck to his cheeks. He didn't want to open his eyes to see anymore. The stagnation in his chest forced him to breathe hard. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Get out, get out of here."

"Then I won't disturb your Majesty's rest. I will retire first."

The fifth elder was not angry when he heard this. The silver bell hanging on his waist moved automatically without wind. The sound was quiet and strange, like a baby crying, echoing in the hall.

The man picked up the crutch for the fifth elder. His eyes glanced at Chu Yitang's face intentionally or unintentionally. He took it back for a moment, then started to lift the gauze curtain for the fifth elder and escorted him out of the palace gate.

The palace fell silent again.

Ning Yi didn't move. He stretched out his hand to brush away the sticky hair on Chu Yitang's face, but he turned his head away in disgust. It was an undisguised hatred, like a sharp sword, stabbing Ning Yi. The hand hanging in the air shrank unconsciously, and his heart ached.

The face in front of him was completely different from the one he was familiar with in the past. Ning Yi lowered his hands, with a disappointed look on his face. He pursed his lips and held onto Chu Yitang's clothes with great hurt. He leaned over to look at him, faintly purple. His pupils were like a bunch of will-o'-the-wisps, and the reflection in his eyes was clear.

"Brother, I don't like how you are now."

"Too much like her, I don't like it."

Chu Yitang remained silent, his eyebrows were condensed, and he closed his eyes to himself, unwilling to even look at him.

Ning Yi was not annoyed by being ignored one after another. He sat down aside, his tone was very calm, as if he was recounting another insignificant matter.

"Brother, I saw that person."

"You like him very much, right?"

As soon as he said this, Chu Yitang had no choice but to open his eyes. The hands tied behind his back clenched unconsciously. Thinking of the river of blood in the palace and the corpses hanging on the gallows, Chu Yitang suddenly felt something indescribable in his heart. Flustered, he tried his best to suppress his uneasiness, trying not to show it, and said calmly:

"What do you want to do to him?"

Hearing this, Ning Yi lowered his head and smiled. He came close to his eyes, held Chu Yitang's face in his hands, and said mockingly: "Brother, I won't do anything to him, you..."

The words stopped suddenly, Ning Yi stopped suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, giving him a hard blow on the head, the hand holding him trembled unconsciously, and everything around him sank. After a long moment of ice cave-like silence, Ning Yi raised his head in disbelief. He took a few deep breaths and forcefully forced Chu Yitang to look directly at him, his eyes red:

"...You've had sex with him, haven't you?"

It was too dark in the hall, and Ning Yi didn't really see clearly until he got very close.

Hidden under the layers of clothes was a bright red hickey.

There are more than one, winding downwards, all over the body, all with ambiguous traces.

The faint scent of iris in your nose, the small cuts on your lips, and the dots of red marks on your neck, all of these are connected together at this moment to piece together a fact that is enough to make you collapse.

Ning Yi exploded almost instantly. He pinched Chu Yitang's jaw hard. His eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were about to burst. He growled: "Tell me, has he touched you? Tell me! Tell me yes. No!!!"

The severe pain from his jaw made Chu Yitang frown, and he groaned, but he forced himself to look at him, and the smile on the corner of his lips was as cold as the eternal ice:

"He is my husband, what do I have with him, and what does it have to do with you?"

"He asked me to marry him, and he engaged three matchmakers and six betrothals. How is it inconsistent with ordinary ethics?"

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This sentence completely shattered Ning Yi's shaky hopes. He suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up, slamming Chu Yitang back on the chair. His face was twisted, as if he couldn't accept it. He took a few steps back until his back hit the corner of the table. As soon as he realized what he was doing, he raised his hand and swept all the tea cups and vases on the table to the ground. The pieces suddenly flew into the air, and the tea poured all over the floor.

Ning Yi looked like he was in a frenzy. He clasped the corner of the table tightly with his hands. His joints made crisp noises one after another, and he was about to crush the piece of life. He suddenly took a few steps towards Chu Yitang, holding the back of his neck and pressing the back of Chu Yitang's head with his hand. , forcing him to raise his face, and murmured to himself:

"It's okay...Brother, I will forgive you. I have been away for too long, and you are too lonely alone, right? Brother, brother, I will never do this again, never again."

Ning Yi spoke for a while, and a burst of bloodthirsty hatred burst out on his face. His hands hanging by his side were shaking, and he was about to grit his teeth: "You love him so much that you are willing to do it for him." Is this the case! How am I inferior to him? I want to kill him...I must kill him!"

"Ning Yi!"

Chu Yitang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly shouted angrily. He raised his face, his usually soft almond eyes were filled with murderous intent. He faced Ning Yi and refused to step back at all, every word was harsh.

"What qualifications do you have to compare with him! My Lan Yu is the proud son of heaven, what are you? You are a beast inferior to a pig or a dog! I wish I could get rid of you and then destroy you and spread your ashes!"

A flash of light suddenly appeared all over his body. More flesh and blood was removed from his wrists. The blood flowed along the rope and dropped to the ground. The blood surged in Chu Yitang's throat. He resisted the bloody gas that was about to spurt out of his throat and faced Ning Yi's ferocious eyes. , said word by word:

"If you dare to mention him in front of me again, I will definitely kill you."

After looking at each other for a long time, Ning Yi slowly let go of his hand. He turned his fingers and brushed Chu Yitang's temples. The tense tension just now disappeared. He suddenly evoked a deep smile. The atmosphere that had been frozen to the extreme was only in this smile. Everything was wiped away. He pressed against Chu Yitang's ears and temples, made an intimate gesture, and said softly:

"Brother, you have already killed me once."

"But I still came back to you, didn't I?"

Chu Yitang hated the scent lingering on his skin. He wanted to avoid it, but Ning Yi bit his earlobe fiercely. The wet and sticky touch penetrated into his bones. The vague voice sounded in his ears, and he lingered no matter what. Don't go.

"You can't escape, brother."

"You can only be mine, no one can take it away."

"No one can."