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

"When I went to Liyuan, Jin Yuan was already dead."

The old man opened one of the bags. It was filled with lotus seed cakes. It was exquisite in shape and soft in the mouth. Chu Yitang would never make such a thing, so it could only be made by Lan Yu. He bit into half a piece of lotus seed cakes. , laughed again, but seemed very bitter.

"Yitang was not very old at that time. He became seriously ill after Jin Yuan's death. He had been on and off for several years, but no one in the palace was allowed to treat him. Let alone medical treatment, it was difficult to even feed and clothe him."

"But I can't do anything. I can't take him out of there. He is the son of a holy king. He is free from ghost aura. He will be discovered as soon as he leaves Liyuan. The only thing I can do is to visit him in the dead of night and get money. Ask a few palace maids to take care of you secretly."

The old man dusted off the cake crumbs that had fallen on the corner of his clothes and wiped his fingers on oil paper. His expression was dark and his emotions could not be clearly seen.

"He never had a good day in the palace. The queen was so cruel that she couldn't tolerate Yitang, so she tortured him day by day, hoping that he would die a good death. Even the little beast she gave birth to was the same. not human."

When Ning Yi was mentioned, the old man's face was almost distorted. He propped up his knees and closed his eyes hard, but there was still pain that could not be concealed in his voice.

"He is a beast. He killed Jin Yuan and wanted to capture Yi Tang. He kept calling him brother, but all he did was **** things!" The old man's hand was squeezed too tightly. Even so, Years have passed, and I still feel heartbroken when talking about the past, "He tortured him, and even with his mother, he couldn't let him go. Even after he succeeded to the throne of the prince, he forced Yitang again and again, forced him, forced him ——”

There were muddy tears streaming down his face. The old man covered his face with his hands and trembled at the end of the tune before finally finishing the sentence.

"He forced Yitang to marry him as his concubine, otherwise he would take Jinyuan's ashes away with him. He said that Yitang was from a humble background and was not worthy of being his wife, not to mention that it was against the ethics between brothers. So I can only take him as my concubine."

"In the end, Yitang threatened him with his life and was willing to destroy a spiritual vein in his chest to force him to relent."

Lan Yu listened in a very silent manner, his face did not change much, but his pupils became blood red inch by inch. He did not even blink, his whole person was like a piece of silent ice, silent, Neither happy nor angry.

The old man wiped away the tears with his sleeve, and realized that the surroundings were too quiet, with only a few crackling sounds. His heart suddenly sank. Maybe he had reached the edge of the thunder pool. He looked in that direction calmly, and saw Lan Yu still sitting there. There, I listened very carefully, as if under that unforgettable skin was a dead soul, which would not affect the slightest emotion.

At this stall, he heard Lan Yu's voice as cold as ice.

"Where is Ah Tang's father?"

"His father? He is just a more ruthless and ruthless person." The old man chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm, "After having Yitang, he rarely returned to Liyuan because he was dissatisfied with the queen, but he also He is just dissatisfied. The queen holds hundreds of thousands of troops in Wuxu. He wants to secure this position and rely on her. He does not want to have a relationship with her, but he has always treated her as a slave to the things she did. Can’t see.”

"Just because Yitang's talent is mediocre and he has never received even one-tenth of his mother's talent, he never thought that this game of chess he had tried so hard to play would turn out to be a loser."

The old man went to grab another bundle of firewood. When he stood up, the wind blew across the edge of the brazier. The flames swayed for a few times, bringing up some black ash after burning, and finally stabilized.

He added firewood to the basin, looked at the ring on Lan Yu's hand, and said hoarsely:

"Do you know Saint Moonflower?"

Lan Yu lowered his eyelids, and his heart felt a sharp throbbing pain, like the bites of thousands of ants, so deep that he had to pinch the tiger's mouth to force himself not to reveal anything strange, and replied softly:

"The Saint of Yuehua, respected by heaven and earth, worshiped by the sun and moon, can save thousands of living beings in the world. Since the last Saint left Yuehua Mountain, there has been no news since then."

The chill came at night, and the cool wind caused the shadows of the branches and trees to sway. The old man sighed and then said:

"The world only knows that Saint Yuehua grew up in Yuehua Mountain. She has boundless magical power and can revive the dead. Her flesh and bones are white. If she can give birth to children, her bloodline is extremely precious."

"His father thought so too."

The chaos of the three realms had not yet opened. Jin Yuan could not bear the suffering of the living beings in the world and voluntarily left the mountain. However, she was destined to die in love.

When there was a flood in the Southern Wilderness, the ancient evil beast lurking at the bottom of the river ate countless people in the Southern Wilderness. Jin Yuan was defeated and seriously injured by it. In order to save her life, she transformed into her original body, sealed all her cultivation memories, and hid at the foot of the mountain. The cave fell into a deep sleep.

It was also at that time that she met Ning Shi, the Holy Lord of Liyuan who had just succeeded to the throne.

Ning Shi didn't know she was the Moonlight Saint at first, but thought she was a spirit formed through cultivation. Ning Yan fell in love with Jin Yuan at first sight because of her magnificent appearance.

As they get along day by day, Ning Shi accidentally learns Jin Yuan's identity through gradual exploration. At the same time, he also discovers that Jin Yuan has no memory of this. She can't remember who she is, only the time when she first met Ning Shi. memory.

Ning Shi was already married to the queen at that time, but had no children. The queen was born as Princess Wuxu, so he had to have his own bloodline. Marrying her was already forced, and he could never be controlled by others.

He valued Jin Yuan's status as a saint of Mount Huashan, so he married Jin Yuan and they gave birth to a son, who was his eldest son.

But he soon discovered that the eldest son he had been waiting for for a long time had mediocre talent and was unable to fulfill his so-called role as prince.

Ning Shi was extremely disappointed. He could not stay away for a long time, so he found an excuse to return to Liyuan. The following year, the queen was pregnant, and he learned that Ning Shi had a son outside. He forced Ning Shi to bring him back to Liyuan. Due to the pressure of Wuxu, Jin Yuan and her son had to be brought back to Dali Palace.

It was also from that time that Ning Shi had not lived in Liyuan for a long time and had been fighting abroad for many years. Jin Yuan and her children lived in hardship in the palace. She was obviously Ning Shi's wife, but she was imprisoned in the harem and had no choice but to marry her. See the sun and suffer humiliation.

Later, Jin Yuan died tragically in the palace. She did not remember her identity until her death. She did not remember that she was a noble saint of Yuehua Mountain. She did not understand why Ning Shi was so ruthless until her death.

The moonlight leaked through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the laurel tree, and the dancing light filled the sky. Many irregular lights and shadows, bright or dark, were interspersed with rustling sounds, turbulent and silent.

Ah Tang, life is very hard, right?

Why never tell me.

You have never told me such pain, Ah Tang.

Was life so miserable before?

Lan Yu felt that everything around him was being chopped up and reorganized. The blood flowing in his veins was no longer hot. He was immersed in an ice pool, and his body was filled with broken ice, cutting open his flesh and blood inch by inch. But the pain was an afterthought.

"It's not Yitang's fault that her talent is mediocre, it's just that Saint Yuehua can only become a container in that situation, a container that carries spiritual power and protects the child's safe growth. Only after death, the child will inherit the mother's lifelong spiritual power.”

The old man folded a few dry sticks of firewood, his body was hunched over, and behind him was the large and empty hall. It seemed that he had always been so lonely.

"It was too late when I arrived. Yitang was seriously ill at that time and I couldn't protect him. Later I tried my best to enter the Elder's House. Yitang stayed dormant in the palace for several years. Ning Shi was already dead at that time. He was able to launch a palace rebellion on the day Ning Yi succeeded to the throne and personally sent him to hell."

"But the Immortal Killing Campaign could no longer be changed. He knew that if Heaven Realm was defeated, Yuehua Mountain would not be able to escape the disaster, so he used the forbidden technique. He returned to Yuehua Mountain, forcibly stripped away the blood of the ghost clan, and washed the bones and blood of the immortal body. Only then was he able to defeat Liyuan in the Immortal Killing Campaign and preserve the current Three Realms."

The brazier gradually went out, and the old man could not hide his sadness. His words contained only the empathy he felt back then, and he was extremely intolerable.

"The pain endured by that forbidden technique will not last overnight. It will burn with pure fire and re-temper the soul for a full hundred days."

"Even if he couldn't bear the ghost energy during the war, he never said anything and just bore it."

On the day he returned to Yuehua Mountain, Chu Yitang came to say goodbye to him. He asked him where he was going. Chu Yitang thought about it and said that he wanted to rest for a while. As for where to go, he had not decided yet.

He knew that Chu Yitang's health was already very bad at that time, and he might not be able to be corroded by ghost energy in this life, so he stayed in Guyu Mountain and spent tens of thousands of years alone, day and night, over and over again. complex.

It wasn't until Lan Yu's arrival that his fate of being alone was completely changed.

But I never thought that the outcome was unpredictable and life and death were not up to anyone.

The flame was completely extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of dust and smoke. When Lan Yu said goodbye to him, he handed something back to him.

It's Ding'an Chapter.

The old man took it and patted Lan Yu's hand. He didn't know whether he was remembering a moment in the past. He looked at the wrench in his hand, as if he had finally let go of the burden he had carried for so many years, which was enough to make him die. Close your eyes.

"Good boy, be good and live a good life. Yitang will ask you to be more tolerant of him and take more care of him."

Lan Yu nodded: "That's right. Ah Tang and I are husband and wife. I will take good care of him. Please don't worry."

It was already late at night when he left. Lan Yu did not go back the same way. He went around a few stone alleys and came to a street. There was a large pear tree facing the street. There was a pear tree hanging on the branch that almost reached the river. swing.

The river flows leisurely, and there are several pear tree leaves floating on the river, swirling and floating far away.

After descending the stone steps, Lan Yu squatted down on the stone platform of Huanyi to wash the stains on his sleeves. The moon in the sky was reflected in the river, giving off a bright halo, and a thin ripple appeared in the water. Yu scrubbed his snow-white sleeves, but ripples fell one after another. Lan Yu raised his neck and looked at the pear tree, but there was clearly no dew falling on it.

Lan Yu wrung out the water stains on his sleeves expressionlessly, thinking for no reason.

If I make porridge for Ah Tang tomorrow, how much sugar should I add?

Ah Tang likes to eat sweet things but not bitter ones.

He disliked those who endured hardships, and was unhappy for a while even after eating Lotus Hearts. He complained to Lan Yu that there was a bitter taste in his mouth.

...But, he has obviously suffered so much.

He was obviously afraid of the pain even when he drank medicine, and he obviously got angry even when he couldn't sleep well.

But he accepted every one of them one by one.

Ah Tang, isn’t it very hard for one person to bear all this?

The sleeves fell from my hands and fell into the river, getting quite wet.

Lan Yu covered his eyes with his hands, but he couldn't stand up. Tears overflowed from between his fingers, and sobs came out intermittently. The tears could not be wiped away, nor could they be shed completely.