The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

That night, Shen Zhai.

Song Jiu was sitting on the carefully decorated wedding bed, with a luxurious yet beautiful ring on her ring finger.

The owner of the other ring was walking towards him step by step.

"Good boy, Xiaojiu, what should you call me now, huh?" Shen Han hugged Xinjianjian, lowered his head and gently coaxed the person to say that word.

Song Jiu couldn't help but blush with embarrassment, her delicate appearance was even more lovely.

Hearing the anticipation in his lover's tone, he lowered his trembling eyelashes and spoke in a small voice.

"Old...husband."

A soft sound ignited the fire in the man's eyes.

But after all, it was more love than desire. The man exercised great restraint and pressed a kiss on Ren'er's forehead: "Xiaojiu, you know, today is the happiest day for me. Why didn't I meet you earlier..."

If he had met someone in his previous life, he would never let her go.

Song Jiu didn't understand the man's words, thinking that the man was regretting why he didn't get to know him before high school.

So he raised his hand and caressed his lover's broad shoulders, silently comforting her.

Unexpectedly, the man misunderstood him. He couldn't hold back his anger anymore and laid him down on the big bed with a caress...

The moonlight outside the window is getting thicker, and a large cluster of beautiful roses in the flowerbed is blooming in the wind, as passionate as fire.

Life is like a drop in the ocean, life is fleeting like time.

Hospital, VIP ward.

The white-haired old man sat in front of the hospital bed, holding a rose with black petals tightly in his palm.

Because of too much force, the sharp thorns on the stem dug deeply into the palm of the hand, blood dripped from the wound, and beautiful blood flowers bloomed on the snow-white bed quilt.

From black hair to white hair, the two met and got to know each other, and then fell in love. They lived like this for a lifetime and reached the end of their lives.

Song Jiu lay helplessly on the hospital bed, feeling the torment of illness and the loss of life.

He thought that if his mission could not be completed, he would die completely in this small world.

But he didn't feel sorry.

Song Jiu turned his head with difficulty and looked at Shen Han, who was no longer young. He wanted to give him a smile, but he stopped smiling when he realized his old face.

He was dying.

Literally, the end of life.

The old man who had been staying in front of the hospital bed for the past few days had deep love buried in his eyes.

The old man gently took his hand and placed it on a black rose that suddenly appeared.

Song Jiu's breathing suddenly became rapid, staring closely at the rare black rose.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

In order to find the beloved thing that he was targeting, he searched hard for a long time and took away many roses from Shen Han's hands, red, black, fresh, and dry.

But none of them were successful.

As he got older, Shen Han seemed to notice something. No matter how much he tried to persuade him, he would never give him a flower with his own hands. He even moved out of Shen's house and settled in a quiet place without roses. Come down and spend the rest of your life.

But just when he thought there was no beloved thing at all, just when he was about to die, he finally found it.

After searching in circles for so long, it turned out that the answer had been hidden beside him all along.

The flower is still an ordinary flower.

However, once given sincere feelings, it will no longer be an ordinary flower, but an admirer's sincere heart.

Therefore, only in this way can black roses be truly beloved.

Song Jiu suddenly understood.

The moment his fingertips touched the petals, the long-lost mechanical sound sounded in his mind, and the cold electronic sound seemed like a world away.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission and starting to leave the small world]

Before he had time to take a look at his lover who was guarding the bedside, Song Jiu completely lost consciousness...

The person on the hospital bed was not breathing, and his warm body gradually cooled down. Everything around him was like a faded oil painting, beginning to lose its color and become gray and old.

At this time, the world is still spinning. In this hospital, some people are smiling to welcome the arrival of new life, and some are crying to send away their dead relatives.

It was already dark, and the old man with white hair sat quietly in the darkness, smiling with tears in his eyes.

Behind him is a ward as silent as a tomb.

The old man kissed the person he had cherished all his life and ended his remaining days.

Early the next morning, the screams of nurses rang out from the top floor of the hospital.

In the VIP ward, two cold corpses hugged each other tightly, with a black rose pinned between their fingers, the petals shining with strange beauty.

The flower language of black roses: Break away from the shackles and boldly pursue the love of your heart.

To my pure lover.

[Congratulations to No. 9 for successfully completing the mission. In order to protect the missionaries, formatting will now begin...]

Song Jiu lost his memory in severe pain.

……

"Keep your head up."

The young man raised his head as he was told. His lowered eyebrows showed warmth and softness. Because they had not yet grown, his facial features were slightly green. His simple clothes could not conceal his charming appearance.

With red lips and white teeth, she has a good appearance.

Song Jiu knelt on the stone slab and did not raise his eyes rashly.

"How old are you this year?" A warm and jade-like voice came from the front, and the beads fell on the jade plate, making people feel like bathing in the spring breeze.

The magnetic voice made the young man's heart tremble, and his eyelashes like cattails trembled, and he replied softly: "Your Highness, Cao Min is sixteen years old this year."

sixteen? It's a good age for the future.

Qin Han put down the chess piece in his hand, turned around and sighed: "Being a companion to this palace is a injustice to you."

Song Jiu pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer, so she secretly glanced forward.

In the pavilion, the man stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his slender back looked lonely.

It makes people feel a little sad for no reason.

Qin Han, the fourth prince of the current dynasty, was the product of a one-night affair between the emperor and his maid. He was of low origin and was not valued by the emperor. He was like a transparent person in the palace, and his treatment was even worse than that of some eunuchs.

The quest targets in this world are having a hard time.

Song Jiu lowered his head: "What are you talking about, Your Highness?"

The man walked up to him, his light blue clothes flowing in the wind. One hand helped him up and said warmly: "Please get up quickly, the ground is cold, don't get cold."

In ancient times, there was a high degree of respect and dignity, and only a slave could win the favor of his master, which was a sign of being highly trusted by his master.

Song Jiu didn't expect the man to react like this.

I was shocked.

He raised his eyes and saw clearly what the mission target looked like.

Wearing a plain robe, as warm and moist as jade, on the moon-white clothes, a golden crane spreads its wings and is about to fly.

The man's face is as clear as jade, and his elegance is unparalleled. The phoenix eyes are raised at the end, giving people a strong intimidation force, but the smile on the lips is restrained, downplaying the aggression, and the gentle temperament makes people feel more friendly.

Everyone who sees him praises him, saying, "Moshang is as good as jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world."

Song Jiu stared blankly at the upturned phoenix eyes, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, as if he had seen these eyes a long time ago.

It was obviously the first time they met, but he felt the urge to cry.

"Why are you crying?" The man frowned slightly and his voice was gentle.

Song Jiu came back to his senses, wiped his face, and found some wet drops on his fingers. Only then did he realize that he had shed tears for no reason.

Unexpectedly, they would be embarrassed the first time they met.

The young man's face turned red and he said, "I am honored to see His Highness's face. The common people cannot help themselves."

After saying that, even he felt that the words were a bit emotional, and his face turned redder.

The young man's pupils were clear, and his flattering words were not objectionable, but instead made the man laugh happily.

"Smooth talk." He pinched the young man's snow-white cheeks and said in a gentle tone, like the first snow melting: "Okay, it's been a busy day, let's go back and have a good rest."

The man slowly sat back on the stone bench and took a rough-made chess piece to play with.

The courtyard is simple and desolate, with dry branches shivering in the cold wind, and few people around, and the man's lonely back blends perfectly into it.

A silhouette, isolated from the world.

The dignified prince didn't even have any servants accompanying him. He was sitting here alone, playing chess with himself.

As if forgotten by the world.

Song Jiu's nose felt sore for some reason, and the corners of his eyes turned crimson. He was afraid that he would be embarrassed again, so he left in a hurry.