After I fell off the horse, my brothers all attacked me.

After seeing Xiao Xi, Shi Nan, who had nothing else to do, casually asked about Wan Qiu's ending, and was told by Si Jingming that she was buried in the fire, and he was silent for a full quarter of an hour.

Si Jingming asked him what's the matter, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "Wan Qiu cherishes her appearance the most. I never thought that she would leave in this way."

Si Jingming said, "It's not your fault."

Anan is still too soft-hearted, a dead man who tried to harm him, even if he couldn't help himself for various reasons, he couldn't get his forgiveness.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Shinan was overwhelmed by a strong sense of sleepiness, and he fell asleep leaning on Si Jingming's shoulder.

Si Jingming was still asleep by Shi Nan, looking down at the sleeping face who looked very strange from this angle.

No matter whether it is King Yingjun or Zhuang He, as long as they close their eyes, they will completely lose the thing that makes Si Jingming palpitate.

Anan, what's it like?

The carriage passed through the city, passed the city gate all the way, staggered for an unknown amount of time, and finally stopped.

Perhaps with Si Jingming by his side, although Shi Nan knew in his heart that he had reached the place, he still couldn't resist the invasion of drowsiness and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Finally, there was the carriage carried by Si Jingming.

The people I met along the way didn't look sideways, and didn't dare to look at them much at all. They only dared to take a few curious glances when Si Jingming's back disappeared.

"Is that the King of England?"

"I heard that she looks very beautiful, but it's a pity that the prince covered her face and didn't see it."

"Go, go, stop discussing, do you still want the thing around your neck?"

The idle Jingwei soldiers immediately dispersed.

After entering the warm room, Si Jingming took off Shi Nan's thick coat, stuffed him into the bed, and wrapped him tightly.

The room was illuminated a warm orange by the fire from the stove.

Shinan struggled to wake up in such light, "Well, I'm too sleepy, I'll take a nap first..."

"Sleep, I'll watch over you." Si Jingming caressed his face.

Just as Shi Nan closed his eyes, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He dazedly grabbed the hand on his face and murmured: "Wait...wait for me."

Then fell asleep.

The room is warm as spring and quiet as usual.

Si Jingming refused the servant's service, and heated up the stove in the room with his own hands. Hearing that Shi Nan's breath gradually stabilized, he stayed alone for a long time before quietly retreating out.

Steward Zeng was waiting outside, "My lord—"

Si Jingming signaled him to keep quiet, and he didn't speak until he was far away, "What's the matter?"

Butler Zeng said: "There is news from Wei Si that Wan Qiu, who died in the fire, was a soldier of Concubine Chun's. He wanted to use the death of King Yingjun to frame the prince. You take King Yingjun out today Once we get to know each other, the rumors will soon be self-defeating.”

Si Jingming frowned, "I took him out, not for this."

Steward Zeng's old face was startled, "I thought..."

"Don't talk about this." Si Jingming didn't care about this. Instead, he looked at Steward Zeng who had a lot of life experience, hesitated for a while, and asked unaccustomedly: "How can I make a person stay willingly and stay with me?" ?”

"In particular, he seems to have a last resort and must leave."

Butler Zeng never expected that he would still see Si Jingming who killed people without batting an eyelid in his life, so he hesitated to ask such a question.

He glanced at the room where the prince came out with a complicated look, before hesitating to speak: "Could it be..."

The atmosphere calmed down, and after a long time, Si Jingming broke the silence uncomfortably, "I haven't said anything about it yet, the butler is guessing at random."

Look, with this attitude, you still need to guess?

The old butler's first reaction was shock. He never expected that the prince would have such thoughts for the King of England. Thinking about it this way, the previous Zhuanghe...was also unusual.

After living together for so many years, the prince is already a child in his blood.

The old housekeeper is not a pedantic person, as long as the prince likes it, it doesn't matter whether a man or a woman is even a human being.

"If you want people to stay willingly, friends can't last long, you can only rely on intoxicating tenderness."

Si Jingming paused for a moment, feeling a little sad, "I won't."

Butler Zeng couldn't see him being so sad. Thinking of the period of time, the prince took care of that man meticulously, and his wrinkles stretched out, "You don't have to belittle yourself, you have done a good job. I think the king of Yingjun treated him well. mean."

Si Jingming was dazed with his cold face, "Really?"

"Of course, my lord, why don't you ask." Butler Zeng laughed.

I deeply feel that the prince at this time is not the high and authoritative King of Jiangyin, but just an ordinary man who is moved by his beloved.

During the time I knew the King of England, I no longer suffered from illness.

Thinking of Zhuanghe some time ago, Steward Zeng felt a little headache. Why didn't he realize that the prince is still a playful person, and he only hoped that the King of England would not be jealous in the future.

The answers to many things are there. I have noticed it, but I dare not admit it. When someone wakes me up, everything becomes clear.

Si Jingming stood there, thinking for a long time, so long that Butler Zeng retreated to prepare lunch, and so long that the redbud tree in the yard trembled, sprinkled a little purple on his shoulder unconsciously.

He was thinking, when exactly did he feel that way about Anan.

At the beginning, they were close only because Anan was very similar to his elder brother.

later......

The close hug in the hot spring water, the close kiss in the flower hall, and the two people holding hands from time to time...

Si Jingming smiled suddenly, brushed off Luoying from his shoulders, and carefully wiped his hands with handkerchiefs, one after another, with a focused look.

After it was over, he glanced at the sky.

It's noon.

Si Jingming stepped up and walked to Shinan's resting room.

Anan was old-fashioned and always taught him how to keep in good health. As a result, every time he heard that it was time to eat, he would pull his shoes and get out of bed, and no one could hold him back.

In the end, Si Jingming caught up and put a thick cloak on him.

Without him, Anan couldn't take care of himself at all.

Si Jingming pushed open the door and thought to himself.

They should have never been separated in this life.

......

The surging hot emotions, and the extremely firm commitment, all turned into broken shadows in the strange black eyes of the King of England who lay on the bed.

"Who are you?" The King of England said, looking at the strange man in front of him.

After only a moment of silence, the sound of violent fighting suddenly came from the room. Wei Si and the others quickly jumped in from the window, and what they saw was Si Jingming's gloomy face, restraining King Yingjun.

The King of England, who had failed in his violent rise, was lying on the ground, stepped on the back of his head by black boots, and the exposed half of his face was grinning, ruining the overall beauty.

The skin that was as white as porcelain before was now dull and dull, just like ordinary people.

Seeing that the situation is not going well, the king of Yingjun begged for mercy: "My lord, this king... I was in a daze just now, I shouldn't resist, please spare my life!"

"It's just that I don't know what orders you have for taking me captive?"

Wei Si and the others were puzzled, seeing the King of England whose temperament had changed drastically, they didn't know whether to go or not.

An hour ago, the lord brought in the king of Yingjun with his own hands. How could he turn his back on him?

While everyone was watching, Si Jingming was suddenly out of breath, coughed a few times, and then said, "Let him go."

Wei Si and the others looked solemn, "Yes." From Si Jingming's feet, they dragged the panic-stricken King Yingjun out.

Because of the drastic change in the prince's attitude, the attitude of the hidden guards has also become business-like indifference, without the respect they had in the past few days.

Butler Zeng came late, and stood at the door in astonishment, watching the person whom the prince had cared about just now being dragged out like a dead dog.

The mood is very complicated.

Steward Zeng held back for a long time, and cautiously said: "If the prince doesn't like him, I will arrange for someone to find a few more of the same type?"

Si Jingming didn't say a word, just looked at the sunken place on the bed.

After a while, he suddenly said: "It's okay, he will find me."

Butler Zeng became more careful, "Who?"

Si Jingming said slowly, "I'll just wait for him here, and I won't go anywhere."

Steward Zeng was at a loss, seeing that he didn't look like he was suffering from illness, he could only follow along and said, "If you don't go, we won't go."

Steward Zeng was heartbroken. The prince's illness was like an inexplicable hidden danger. He finally thought that the Prince of England could cure it. He never thought that the prince's interest in the same man was so short-lived...

Poor King Naying, he paid the wrong truth.

After confirming again and again that Si Jingming had no symptoms of illness, and he couldn't get out of the room no matter how coaxed, Steward Zeng retreated in a daze.

The sky is turning from bright to dark, and the night is from light to dark. Tonight's night has no stars and is thick and heavy, as if the boundless thick ink is heavily smeared in the sky.

Si Jingming never went out.

Only on the way, Wei Si gave a drink.

Butler Zeng couldn't help but wanted to go in several times, but Wei Si, who was guarding the door, raised his hand to stop him.

"My lord said he wanted to be quiet."

Butler Zeng could only leave with a sigh.

In the room just one door away, Si Jingming was leaning on the blanket prepared for Shi Nan, his hands resting on his bent knees, his fingertips were hooked to a small wine jug, and there were seven or eight empty bottles scattered on the floor. pot.

He opened his misty eyes, and there was a little blood on his face.

"Why don't you come?"

"it's dark."

The ink-colored fox fur on Si Jingming's body slipped down his shoulders. He noticed something and was about to put it on when he suddenly laughed at himself, "Who cares if you don't wear it or not."

Throwing away the fox fur, the jug was held high, and after pouring for a long time, not a drop of wine flowed out.

He shook it in his ear, and it turned out to be empty.

Si Jingming's brows showed impatience, and he rummaged several times, but the ground was full of empty jugs scattered about - there was no more wine.

"Come here, get some wine."

Wei Si standing at the door didn't move, as if he didn't hear.

Si Jingming had a splitting headache, and became irritable for no reason. No one delivered the wine for a long time. He endured it again and again. With force like a work of art, he crushed the jug at hand, and the fragments penetrated deep into his flesh and blood. .

He didn't seem to feel any pain at all, curled up, and his mind began to be in a trance, as if he had returned to the dirty and helpless self when he was a child.

Hiding in the rocky walls of the mountains, still the wind howls in the dark woods.

celibate.

"Mother—" The cold wind slapped on the window, making a bleak crashing sound. The young man's hoarse voice seemed to overlap with another immature child's voice, echoing in the silent room.

The eye sockets are red, and they may be overturned into the abyss at any time.

However, there is an invisible traction, coming from the light, maintaining his mind and not falling into the darkness.

One step back is chaos, one step forward is bright and out of reach.

At this time, there was a rustling sound coming from the window that was slapped by the strong wind, which was covered by a louder impact sound. Wei Si, who was guarding the door, didn't hear it, and Si Jingming, who was curled up on the ground, didn't even notice it.

A group of white shadows desperately squeezed in through the narrow gap, Gululu rolled to the ground, and saw the figure on the ground at a glance.

The blanket was crumpled into a ball, and Si Jingming was lying on the cold ground with only a single layer of unlined clothing, as if he had returned to the worst years.

His eyes were tightly closed, and an unconscious syllable came out from the depths of his throat.

"elder brother."

Brother... brother is dead long ago, no one will respond.

The dark side, at last, is about to overwhelm the light.

The dark clouds all over the sky darkened and weighed down, the redbud tree in the yard was bent by the blow, the loud thunder exploded suddenly, the room flashed white, and the place behind Si Jingming gradually, from small to large, swelled. shadow.

"Boom--"

Lightning cut through the darkness, illuminating the room for a moment——

A pair of hands as white as the first snow, took off the red silk clothes hanging on the side of the bed, scattered them hastily, and wrapped them around the naked body.

The sudden light, like a piece of bamboo, reveals the thin white and tough waist.

Soon, the lightning disappeared and darkness struck, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Stepping barefoot on the cold ground, her petal-like pink toes are exposed, and her long seaweed-like hair is curving and almost hanging down, rippling slightly as she walks.

In the invisible place covered under the clothes, there is a section of suspicious fur, which flashes past.

Another bolt of lightning—

The almost bewitching figure walked behind Si Jingming, bent his body, the smooth silk clothes slipped slightly, and the shoulder blades protruded like butterflies spreading their wings, showing a kind of sharp beauty.

The figure closed its eyes and embraced Si Jingming, who was trembling in pain, only separated by a layer of silk clothes, and the temperature was transmitted close to his body, making the person in his arms gradually calm.

It seems to be here, and it seems to be a lonely dry forest.

Light and shadow intertwine, time travels, and the toddler with a dirty face finally has a home.

Under the lightning, Si Jingming suddenly opened his eyes!

He raised his hand to grab the red arm wrapped around his neck, and instantly exerted force, pulling the person to the front, and he was so sleepy.

Wei Si, who was guarding the door, frowned slightly, put his ear on the door, and listened carefully.

The figure in the room fell into his arms unexpectedly, his hands only had time to support Si Jingming's shoulders, and he sat straight on Si Jingming's body, with a straight back, and boundless black hair scattered on the spreading red clothes, like a beautifully blooming flower.

Under the empty clothes, something is just about to move.

Si Jingming hugged the waist of the person in front of him, his eyes fell on the face that gathered the aura of heaven and earth, stayed for a while, and finally moved slowly to the pair of milky white ears protruding from above.

As if aware of someone, the ears with fine fluff trembled and moved.

The knuckles of the hand grasped on the shoulder protruded, and the figure froze.

The author has something to say: Reader: Cat... cat play?

Author: Don't talk nonsense!

Reader: Got it, catcatplay.

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I thought about this plot before writing, and I like it very much.

快乐~感谢在2019-12-2921:38:24~2019-12-2923:49:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Luo Luo attacked 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!