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

The night was cold and cool, and the full moon hung high. When the moonlight cast its light, it cast uneven shadows on the eaves.

The sound of footsteps was faint on the dark palace road. The young man was dressed in coarse linen and thin clothes. When the cold wind blew, it hurt the bones in his bones. However, he seemed not to notice it. He only hugged the things in his arms tightly and lowered his head as he walked along the palace. Walk quickly.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

I don't know when there were several more figures at the end of the palace road, standing at the corner. The palace road was narrow, and most of the light was blocked by the figures. The young man's arms around Wu Shi tightened, and he was forced to stop. Hearing this voice with unclear meaning He raised his face in greeting with a cold expression, and there was almost undetectable disgust in his brows and eyes.

The leader was a man, who looked a little older. His eyes wandered over the young man several times with disdain, and he sneered:

"If there is a road, we can't go there. Being crowded in this shady place makes it easier for us to find them."

The young man took a small step back, pursed his lips silently, and did not speak.

He wasn't ready to speak either.

It's a waste of words, it will only lead to more arguments, and you may get one more beating for no reason.

There is a person sitting cross-legged on the corner of the eaves, holding his chin with one hand, wearing a black gold robe, with a bell tied at the end of his hair, and a crown tied up with his long black hair. He is smiling and tapping his fingertips on his knees. He is still handsome, his face is a little immature, and he is handsome.

He held his face, probed his head curiously, and asked as if unintentionally:

"Brother, what are you holding in your arms?"

The boy's body stiffened and his breathing became slightly unsteady. These words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool. Although it was light, the light ripples it created were enough to drown those insignificant existences.

He subconsciously took a step back, curled up his fingers hidden under the coarse cloth sleeves, calmed his mind, and said hoarsely: "It's nothing, can you, let me go?"

The leading man was obviously not prepared to let him go so easily. The malice hidden in his smile was fully revealed at this moment, and even his face was ferocious.

He threw the token in his hand and approached the young man step by step. The group of people behind him crossed their arms and smiled. The shadows on the bluestone road were stretched so long, like evil spirits that eat people's hearts, helping others to do harm, but not feeling any guilt at all. and a troubled conscience.

"If you have something good, don't hide it. Take it out for everyone to see."

The man had a look of disdain on his face, staring at the thing in the young man's arms, then he stopped smiling and said mockingly:

"You still hide your secrets from your own family. Are you the one who can do this?"

The young man stood under the corner, his body tall and thin, like a green bamboo in the rain. He lowered his eyes and looked at the black shadow looming in front of him. His beautiful eyes seemed to be decorated with two glass beads. He couldn't see any emotion clearly. He moved and said softly:

"Didn't I let you take all my things clean?"

When the man heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to talk back. He couldn't keep it in his face for a moment, and he felt humiliated. He became angry, raised his leg and kicked the young man on the waist and abdomen. This kick was used. With 100% strength, the young man took care of the things in his arms. At the moment when he instinctively wanted to dodge, he resisted the impulse and did not fight back. He took the kick and was kicked to the corner with a loud noise. , the force was so strong that it even knocked off a roof tile.

The young man groaned, and bright red immediately overflowed from the corners of his lips. He bent his back, his hair was messy, and he still held the jar tightly in his hand. Even though it hurt so much that he couldn't stand up, he didn't let go for a moment.

Someone landed lightly under the eaves. Before he could say anything, the group of people immediately made way for him. He patted the dust on his clothes and squatted down in front of the young man with no expression on his face.

The young man huddled under the corner, struggling to breathe. He stared at the person in front of him through his forehead. Without speaking, he reached out his hand, lifted up the young man's sleeves, and saw clearly the man in his arms through the cover. Something, he was startled, then raised his hand and tapped the earthenware jar he was holding.

His eyes darkened, and he looked at the dying eyes of the young man in the moonlight. He saw a face that was 50% similar to his, but so beautiful that it was shocking. The skin was sickly white, contrasting with the dazzling red lips. , long eyebrows and red lips, it is almost impossible to distinguish between men and women.

This was the first time since he returned to Liyuan that he had seen him and his half-brother up close.

However, while inspecting it, at a certain moment when their eyes met, they saw something completely different. There were traces of it, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't until later that he realized that it was untamed ambition, a fire that could start a prairie fire. Even if you get close to it, you will be burned without leaving a piece of armor behind. What is dormant deeper is the sharp blade hidden in humbleness, which can't be seen even if it is unsheathed. Blood, so it has never been shown.

After watching it for a while, he suddenly felt that it was boring again. The word "brother" in his mouth also meant more insult. He had a noble status, so why should he call a nameless illegitimate son brother? What's more, his biological mother was just a member of the palace. She is just a lowly woman with no title or status.

He was speechless, turned around and stood up, casually brushing off the dust on his robe. The chamberlain behind him immediately understood and stepped forward diligently:

"Your Highness, your Majesty is still waiting for you. Let's not waste time here."

"Well, let's go."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the group of people had nowhere to vent their dissatisfaction. The humiliation tonight was his instruction. If he wanted to leave, they could only follow him.

The man did not dare to have another attack. The group of people joked for a while and left on the bluestone road.

I don't know when snow started to drift in the sky, and it turned into goose feather-like snowflakes and fell on the ground, forming a layer of milky white and very fine pieces. The clear and bright shadow of the moon could be reflected in the gaps between the snow.

After a long time, the young man finally had some strength to stand up. The kick was really hard, and the smell of blood that came up from his stomach could not be dissipated. He turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and stood up slowly while holding on to the wall. After taking a few more breaths, he staggered forward.

This is already a good result, at least the things are still there and not spilled.

This was secretly left for him by the nun in the dining room. He must bite the bullet so as not to implicate anyone who helps him. Even if such kindness is pitiful, he must hold on tightly to survive here. , can he keep her alive.

When he returned to his residence, there were no lights in the house and it was dark. He entered the house in the dark, closed the door, gently placed the earthenware pot on the table, and then walked out of the house and walked around to the yard behind.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the water in the well was bitingly cold. He skillfully lowered the buckets into the well and loaded two buckets of water with difficulty. While there was still some light, he started washing clothes with a wooden basin.

The moment his hand was immersed in the basin, it turned red and purple from the cold, and a biting chill penetrated his body. He gritted his teeth and scrubbed one by one with the washboard.

It's really cold, so cold that people can't feel it.

Such a cold winter, I don’t know when it will end.

In the coma, his body suddenly twitched a few times, and he was covered in cold sweat. He didn't know when there was heat in his hands. It was the temperature he was familiar with. It was very warm, with a thin layer of cocoon, and he held it very tightly. Never let go.

Chu Yitang suddenly opened his eyes in the endless darkness, and when his breathing fluctuated violently, he saw a corner of the bamboo green bed curtain, and the hand hanging by his side was held. He pressed his lips tightly, his eyes were blank, and in the unclear scene Drowsily, he glanced sideways.

Lan Yu was lying beside the bed, his beautiful brows furrowed, as if he was filled with sorrow and worry that could not be relieved. His face was buried in his arms, his eyelashes were knocked down, and the dim candlelight cast a fine shadow, like a feather fan. Holding Chu Yitang's hand in his sleep, he would wake up as long as he made the slightest movement.

He has always been like this, and Lan Yu stayed with him like this when he was feeling unwell the night before. He never dared to fall asleep for fear that he would not be able to take care of him.

Lan Yu was sleeping lightly, especially at this time. He woke up almost the moment Chu Yitang opened his eyes, and looked up into Chu Yitang's eyes.

Lan Yu's eyes were sore, and he hurriedly leaned down. He touched Chu Yitang's bloodless face with his other hand, and traced the eyebrows inch by inch. The tears in his eyes were close at hand, as if they would fall if he blinked. His fingertips were shaking. Tremble, keep your voice as low as possible:

"Ah Tang, I'm here, I'm here, Ah Tang..."

Chu Yitang opened his lips and buried his face in Lan Yu's palm. There was fine sweat on his forehead. His lips were pale and he shook his head slowly and weakly. Lan Yu wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, so gently.

He leaned down and gently pulled her into his arms, with the tip of his nose touching his temples. Tears fell and wet the pillow. He didn't cry out. The pain in his heart was terrible, and the pain was wrapped in him. Even my breathing is broken, I coax softly, my nasal voice is so heavy:

"Ah Tang, it's okay. I'm here. Ah Tang, it's okay. I'm not afraid anymore. Ah Tang..."

Chu Yitang rested his head on his shoulder, his eyes were so hot. He turned his face and pressed his lips against Lan Yu's black hair. He smelled the familiar fragrance of iris and felt extremely at ease. His lips moved and he whispered softly:

"I miss you so much, Lan Yu."

"I miss you so much."

Chu Yitang had been awake for a while when Xijin entered the room. There were many people around the yard, including Yuan Qinghongran.

Chu Yitang was still asleep. He reached out a hand from the quilt. Lan Yu fed him water and fell asleep again.

Xijin checked his pulse with a serious look on his face. Lanyu waited aside, not daring to relax for a moment. After a while, Xijin took back his hand, gave Lanyu a forced smile and said:

"I'm here with Yitang. If you still have something to do, go ahead and do it for now."

Lan Yu paused, pursed his lips, glanced at Chu Yitang again, and then exited the room.

After closing the door, several people were waiting at the foot of the stairs. Yuan Qing stood aside, his fists clenched white. He was about to rush forward when he saw Lan Yu, but Hong Ran held him tight and hugged him tightly. He was afraid of disturbing Chu Yitang but could not say anything. , Yuan Qing desperately shook his head at Lanyu and told him not to go.

He stepped down the steps, and a tall and thin man was standing in front of him. Several people behind him immediately stepped forward, and black iron shackles were slapped on his wrists. His spiritual power was locked instantly. Lan Yu did not resist, his face was calm. , just standing at the foot of the steps.

The man smiled, shook the document in his hand, and said respectfully:

"Immortal Yu Qing, Your Majesty invites you."