Embers

The chaos in the palace has nothing to do with Ember.He wanted to take care of it, but Mo Sui used his life to help him keep the Devil's Cult.

"This is the income of this month's Chengxi Restaurant, please have a look."

Mo Yuan put the stack of papers in his hand on the table, there was no unnecessary expression on his face, calm as if nothing had happened, but his face was obviously pale, reflecting the plain white clothes, without any trace of blood.

Ember nodded slightly, and took a deep look at him.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm actually surprised." Mo Yuan forced a smile, "I thought I would collapse without him and feel that I couldn't survive, but in fact, maybe I can still resist A harder blow than this. Maybe because this is his choice, I will help him, help Master Nie, help you, defend the Demon Cult."

Ember stood up and patted his shoulder.

People who have always looked fragile may not be unable to withstand real difficulties.And those who seem to never fall will often be more confused and unable to find the direction of the way forward when they are at the end of their lives.

And Mo Yuan is the former type of person.

He looks like he has emotions written all over his face, always looks like a child who hasn't grown up, impulsive and irritable, with clear likes and dislikes, just like a piece of fragile, transparent glass.

Nie Budu's death did not make him grow up, but Mo Sui's death made him become as strong as a rock overnight.

Ember understands his feelings the most, just like on the day when he became the head of the Demon Cult, at that grand ceremony, he was finally willing to stand upright, shoulder the heavy responsibility, and put those unknown thoughts in the dust.

It’s another year when pear blossoms are in full bloom. The snow-like petals are flying all over the sky, carrying a faint fragrance, just like a poignant and grand dream.

Ember stood in front of the stele, her white hair scattered in the wind.

He raised his hand, and a petal fell into his palm, tender and tender.

Jieyou hung on his waist, as always.

"Master."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly leaned over, and pressed his forehead against the stone tablet, as if he was touching Ye Bozhou's forehead.

"Are you satisfied that I live like this?"

A sigh seemed to come from behind, he closed his eyes, it was as if someone was protecting him from behind in the haze, calling him softly, Jhin'er.

"I miss you very much."

Ember whispered.

The cold palace was in a state of depression, and in the dilapidated pavilion, two men sat facing each other.

One was wearing a bright yellow robe with a handsome face, and the other was wearing a purple dress with blindfolded eyes.

"Brother Huang." Fu Yan pushed over a cup of tea, "It seems that we haven't had a proper conversation for a long time."

Shao Huanyu took a sip, and said in a low voice: "Yes, when my father was alive, your place was almost a forbidden place. I just wanted to see you, but I couldn't do it."

Fu Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but said nothing.

Shao Huanyu hesitated for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the ribbons covering his eyes, and asked softly, "Do you... hate me?"

Fu Yan tilted his head slightly, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Now you are the emperor, how dare you hate the emperor brother?"

Shao Huanyu was a little panicked by what he said, and said: "Ah Yan, don't make fun of me! You know very well that I don't want to be the crown prince, nor the emperor... It was I who harmed you. You must have been in great pain for so many years."

"It's very painful." Fu Yan shook the teacup lightly, "I can't see anything, and I can't practice martial arts to suppress my anger. All I see is darkness, day after day."

Shao Huanyu couldn't help lowering his head.

"From now on, Ah Yan doesn't have to be locked up here anymore...I won't let you suffer that kind of grievance again."

Fu Yan smiled lightly: "Not enough, you owe me a lot, how can you make up for such a little?"

Shao Huanyu was taken aback by what he said.

"Then what do you want?"

"Let me out of the palace."

Fu Yan was decisive.

Shao Huanyu raised his eyes suddenly: "Ayan, are you leaving me?"

Fu Yan lazily said: "I haven't been without me for so many years, it doesn't mean you can't do it."

Shao Huanyu's eyes almost turned red: "This is different! Ah Yan, my position is here now. If you are gone, I will really be too lonely."

"You have other brothers."

"They wanted to kill me even more."

"I won't?"

"You won't." Shao Huanyu's tone was also firm.

Fu Yan couldn't help sighing, took off his cynical mask, and said slowly: "I am no longer the Ah Yan you remember. People will always change, and over time, you will also suspect me, This is the common feature of all superiors, including you of course. I know that everything you say is sincere, but no one can foresee the power of time. If you let me go now, maybe we will meet again in many years , you can also tell me about your worries and troubles. Or do you prefer to see me executed by your own hands after many years and end up in a miserable end? "

Shao Huanyu was shocked.

"Ayan..."

"I've been imprisoned for half my life." Fu Yan's tone was flat but with a hint of melancholy, "I don't want to be imprisoned for the next half of my life. If you feel you owe me something, let me go."

Shao Huanyu remained silent for a long time.

Fu Yan took a sip of tea quietly.

"Okay, I promise you."

Shao Huanyu clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Not only you, but I also yearn for freedom. I give it to you as a gift, and you must cherish it."

"I can."

Shao Huanyu smiled, but it was uglier than crying.

Fu Yan groped and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You are already the emperor, so you must not shed tears every now and then."

Shao Huanyu looked at him silently.

"Don't worry. If the hostility flares up again and causes trouble among the people, I will kill myself on the spot, and I will never bring any peace to your world."

Shao Huanyu froze.

But Fu Yan's tone was very decisive.

"it is good."

In the end, that was all he could say.

On the day of leaving the palace, the sun was just right and the spring breeze was ten miles.

Fu Yan was wearing a frosty white dress, and his long hair was casually tied behind his head.

From now on, he is no longer a royal family.

He is completely free.

Above the city gate, Tianzi was staring down at his fading figure, and slowly, his eyes turned red.

Feeling the scorching and reluctant eyes, Fu Yan sighed slightly, but still quickened his pace.

He has one more thing to do.

He wants to prove a fact.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared that Shao Huanyu came back to his senses.

The childish voice seemed to come to my ears again.

"Big brother?"

"Seventh brother, I... I seem to have sprained my foot."

"...Brother, you are so stupid."

"Hey, you can't say that. If someone hears it, you should be punished again."

The little man curled his lips, his exquisite face full of helplessness: "Then you come up, I will carry you on my back."

"Hey, seventh brother, you are so kind to me."

Little Fuyan's voice was deep and dull: "Aren't you afraid that I'm trying to curry favor with you? You are the prince. All the court ladies say that."

"No way." He rubbed his little head on Fu Yan's back, "I like the seventh brother the most, even if you don't talk to me, the eldest brother also likes you."

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

He suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the eunuch next to him.

The eunuch was a little embarrassed and hesitantly wiped his face to signal him.

He raised his hand and touched his wet face.

As soon as Ember came back from outside, she heard a congregation come and report that someone was looking for him.

He walked across the front hall expressionlessly.

But he stopped at the door.

"It's really you."

How many years have not heard the sound, how many years have not seen people, meet again, it seems like a lifetime.Seeing him, Ember couldn't help but think of the time at the Xiaxian Gate.

Fu Yan smiled and stood up, walked towards him gropingly, and stopped in front of him.

"I just said, you don't die so easily."

Ember slightly frowned, looking down at him.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Yan lazily said, "I'm free."

Ember stared at him.

"Or to put it another way, you will understand—I'm out of the palace. Now I don't have any money on me, and I'm afraid that someone will be upset that I will kill me, so I come to you, an old friend. Anyway, your demon religion should There are plenty of places, right?"

Ember looked at him fixedly, and after a long while said calmly: "Yes."

He also ordered Li Mei who was stunned next to him: "Prepare a room for the Seventh Prince."

"Don't call me the Seventh Prince." Fu Yan waved his hand, "I'm no longer an imperial family, so you can call me Fu Yan. And this one," he turned to Li Mei and raised his eyebrows, "If I If I remember correctly, your name should be Li Mei?"

Li Mei paused, then said with a smile, "Yes."

Fu Yan nodded slightly and said nothing else.

He and Li Mei are not very familiar either, but they met a few times in the Zangshu Pavilion of Xiaxianmen back then.

Back then, I heard that he liked to follow Ember, but he never expected that he could be so persistent in this matter. After many years, he could still stand behind Ember.

Li Mei smiled skillfully, then withdrew to find someone to arrange a place for him.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, so you didn't recite something else to tell me?"

Fu Yan raised the corners of his mouth, carrying a hint of past evil.

Ember stared at his face: "You are not old at all, why is that?"

Fu Yan paused.

He is 30 years old this year, but his face is still as young as before, without a trace of aging.

He smiled softly: "If I say that I will never grow old again in my life, would you believe me?"