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

It's always been like this, it's always been like this.

Chu Yitang can always easily dispel his anger with just one sentence.

Just like now, when he hugged him and showed weakness to him, Lan Yu's defense completely collapsed and he surrendered to him willingly.

Lan Yu weakly let go of his hand, regretting that his hands and feet were too heavy just now, and he didn't know where it hurt him.

The wound on his arm opened again, and Lan Yu could feel that the gauze could no longer contain the blood pouring out.

His hair wandered between his fingers. Chu Yitang wanted to catch it, but the door to the room was violently opened. The person held a piece of paper and shouted excitedly: "Sir! I got the confession. You see? ——”

The rest of the words came to an abrupt end. He saw the scene in the room clearly. Lan Yu was very close to a man in green. The man had an extraordinary appearance, white skin and raven hair, and was covered with a pear-white fox fur cloak. , and if you look closely, it is exactly the one Lan Yu wore today.

He only had time to see so much. Lan Yu had already raised his sleeves and took the person into his arms. With a gloomy brow, he turned around and yelled: "Get out!"

The visitor was stunned when he saw it, and when Lan Yu yelled at him, he was extremely frightened. He closed the door in a panic and ran away crawling.

Chu Yitang was caught off guard and held down by him. The long-lost fragrance of iris filled his nose, and Lan Yu's tired voice came from above: "I have a lot of things to deal with tonight, and it may be very late."

"It doesn't matter, I can wait for you at Yulin Palace."

Chu Yitang raised his head, his forehead was messy, his lips looked pale because of the rain, and the tip of his nose was rubbed red, like a snow rabbit in the snow: "I can wait for you, you come back as soon as possible, okay?"

Lan Yu couldn't refuse, and he could never refuse Chu Yitang's request, no matter in the past or in the future.

He tied Chu Yitang's lace up and said in a low voice, "I'll have someone take you back. I'll be back when I'm done."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

The last person to send Chu Yitang back was Shang Yao. On the way, Chu Yitang asked Shang Yao, who was holding an umbrella: "Your family didn't let you tell me where he went, right?"

Shang Yao was silent.

Chu Yitang could see it clearly, and he said softly: "Thank you."

But Shang Yao didn't mean to thank him for this. He knew that arrogance was a serious crime, and there would never be a good ending if Lan Yu found out.

He still couldn't hold it back. If someone could remind him a word or two, maybe this deadlock would be different.

"My Lord is not good at words. There are some things that he would rather keep buried in his heart for the rest of his life. I know that I am not qualified to say such things, and there is nothing I can do."

"I beg you for your understanding. I will never treat you again in this life."

There was a shallow pool of water under Chu Yitang's feet. When he stepped in, most of the tassels on the toes of his shoes were immediately wet.

The beads on the tassel were put on by Lan Yu himself. He spent most of the night selecting from a box of East China Sea pearls under candlelight before picking out the two best ones.

The heartache of that night is still vivid in my mind. As Xi Jin said, when the moon is full, it will be weak, and when the water is full, it will overflow.

In this life, he will never have another one.

It was already late at night when Lan Yu returned to the palace, and the wound on his hand had just been treated. He still came out of the execution department. Under the moon, the executioner saw the blood stains on his sleeves. The dark blue clothes were full of blood, showing a shocking look. dark color.

Chu Yitang sat in front of the table, with long black hair hanging down, and the candlelight reflected many shadows. He was not sleepy at all, waiting for Lan Yu to come home.

After Lan Yu took a bath, the first thing he saw when he entered the room was Chu Yitang. He was actually not sleeping and was waiting for him to come back.

Chu Yitang went to pick him up. Lan Yu's face floated in the dim light, with light and dark colors, a high nose bridge, deep eyebrow arches, and as delicate and moving as a jade carving.

"Is it cold outside?"

Hearing Chu Yitang ask him, Lan Yu pursed his lips and replied: "It's okay, it's not very cold."

He didn't plan to sleep with Chu Yitang tonight, and he didn't even think of how to deal with it even if he talked about Lan Yu.

He tilted his head and wanted to run away again: "I'll go to sleep in the wing later. You stay here today, and I'll take you back to Guyu Mountain tomorrow."

How could Chu Yitang rely on him? He pinched the hem of Lan Yu's shirt and asked him:

"What about tomorrow, will you go back with me? Or do you want to send me back and never see me again, is that right?"

Lan Yu's thoughts were revealed, but he couldn't answer, and he wasn't good at lying. What he was best at was pretending to be a coward, like this.

Chu Yitang was anxious. He had strong hands and pressed forward. Lan Yu was pinned to the wall helplessly. Chu Yitang tightened his hands tighter and tighter. He felt aggrieved as never before: "Why are you angry? Can you tell me?"

He was dizzy and moved rudely. The wound on his arm was hit by him. Lan Yu frowned and groaned.

Chu Yitang touched his arm and wrist, but it was different from usual. It didn't feel like the lines of flesh and bone.

He panicked and opened it to take a look. Lan Yu's arm was wrapped with layers of gauze. When he pushed it, a faint crimson hue spread out.

"Why didn't you say you were hurt?!"

Lan Yu was not prepared to tell Chu Yitang about this matter, because he wanted to hide it. Injuries were commonplace, so there was no need to make a fuss. Besides, he was not qualified to act coquettishly with Chu Yitang now, so he might as well endure it by himself.

He was in severe pain. He raised his wrist with his other hand and pretended to be nonchalant: "It will be fine in a few days. It's not a big deal."

"Then what is a big deal? Lan Yu, do you think everything but yourself is a big deal?"

Chu Yitang has a bad temper. So far, no one has dared to disobey him. He can't tolerate Lan Yu not taking him seriously.

In the past, he would have been grinding away for a long time even if the cooking oil splashed on him, but now he is so lukewarm.

He grabbed Lan Yu's left hand and took him to the bed, pouring spiritual power into him to ease the pain. Lan Yu went to the Southern Wasteland and mostly did it himself when exterminating the remnants, causing the curse mark to break out and his skin and flesh to burst.

Lan Yu's skill in sulking is beyond the reach of Chu Yitang, and he can't keep up with him in horse racing. If Chu Yitang doesn't speak, Lan Yu won't speak either. He is very stubborn.

If Lan Yu is not coaxed tonight, he will definitely not be able to sleep. Chu Yitang cut off the spiritual flow, extinguished the candle with a snap of his fingers, went to bed in the dark, and lowered the curtains.

Chu Yitang sank down, scratched Lan Yu's face, and said, "I know I was wrong. Don't be angry. Can I apologize to you?"

Lan Yu: “…………”

Chu Yitang said again: "Are you angry because I did something wrong?"

Lan Yu still pretended to be dead.

Alas, the little lion's fur is indeed not smooth today.

Chu Yitang was very good at coaxing Lan Yu. He grabbed the belt around Lan Yu's waist and brought him up.

The young man's waist and abdomen were strong, and it was easy to pick up the weight of another person. Chu Yitang leaned forward to connect with his chest, slightly raised his chin, and placed his lips over the bridge of Lan Yu's nose, seemingly at a distance: "That's what I said wrong. Are you the only one who's angry?"

"........."

After a long time, Chu Yitang heard a "hmm" squeezed out by the eldest young master.

"No matter what I say, if it makes you sad, it's definitely not true. I didn't mean it."

Lan Yu stared: "Then what are you talking about??"

Chu Yitang was speechless, rubbed his nose, and found another excuse to excuse himself: "I didn't know when I said it. I'll know if you tell me next time."

He thought of something else and added angrily: "Lan Yu! How old are you? Can you stop running so far away when you get angry? Where can I find you?"

"I can run away but the monk can't run away from the temple."

Chu Yitang raised his eyebrows, brushed his lips against his eyelids, turned to his temples, and asked, "Where is the temple of Immortal Lanyu?"

Lan Yu blushed as expected, puffed his face and snorted coldly.

Chu Yitang was not as reluctant to let go as Lan Yu, and he added: "Isn't there a saying that a husband and wife will be gracious for a hundred days, and you are willing to be angry with me all the time?"

Lan Yu was almost ashamed to death by his words. Unable to bear it, she covered his mouth and squeezed out a few words between her teeth: "...stop talking."

Chu Yitang was surprisingly thick-skinned. He opened Lan Yu's hand and continued, "Then will you sleep with me today?"

"Why do we have to sleep together?"

Chu Yitang said matter-of-factly: "I can't sleep without you. I haven't slept well for many days."