Envy

Meng Tou found Yan Zhaohan that day, and dragged him to the courtyard after the dinner began.His third brother was very angry.He lost control of his emotions and shed tears in front of Meng Tou.He thought that as long as Meng Tou said to take him away, he would go with his third brother regardless.However, Meng Tou said goodbye to him.

That night, Yan Zhaohan was in so much pain that he couldn't fall asleep, wrapped in a quilt, sat in the corner all night, and stayed awake all night.

Before dawn, Su Chuo returned to the room with a tired and happy face.He was wearing a dark blue cloak that didn't belong to him.He pushed open the door and saw Yan Zhaohan sitting there, he was a little surprised: "Brother, you haven't slept all night?"

"Ah."

"I thought you would be with Mr. Meng." He knew a little bit about them.Yan Zhaohan mentioned it inadvertently.

Su Chuo went out to find a pot of hot water, and when he came back, he untied his cloak and hung it on the screen.He is going to take a bath.Yan Zhaohan watched him take off layers of clothes and get into the steaming wooden tub.There were various ambiguous marks on his snow-white back.

He put on a comfortable posture, resting his neck on the edge of the tub, and said happily: "Brother, I met the man I have been looking for for a long time, so his name is Jiang Yi."

He wiped his sticky legs with a towel.The slender legs were also covered with hickey marks. "He is the head of the Ming Jue sect. He is really good-looking, just as good-looking as he was a few years ago."

Yan Zhaohan didn't know the Mingjue sect, he only remembered that Jiang Yi was a brother of Meng Tou.When Jiang Yi left Mu Su and when he entered Xiaoyang, there is no way of knowing in the cramped place of Xiqie Palace.

Su Chuo said contentedly: "He has me. He said he likes me too, and he can go to Xiaoyang to find him in the future."

Yan Zhaohan said: "If he likes you, he will take you out of here."

This sentence seemed to hit Su Chuo's sore spot, he stopped all his movements, and said indifferently: "Meng Tou likes you so much, did he take you away?"

Yan Zhaohan didn't speak any more, feeling flustered and tired at the time.He never thought that Su Chuo would become so extreme. His liking made him feel distressed and frightened.Back then, the Xiqi Palace was really a very depressing place, under that kind of depression, everyone was paranoid to fight for the glory.

On the morning when the guests went down the mountain, Yan Zhaohan still went to find Meng Tou.His third brother had the habit of getting up early, and when he opened the door for him, he was well-dressed, his eyes were bright like stars, his face was like a crown of jade, and he looked at the red eyes of the person in front of him from crying last night.Meng Tou was really gentle. He pulled him to sit down on a chair, and covered his red and swollen eyes several times with a hot towel: "Little crying bag. Don't cry in the future."

Except for his aunt and second brother Yan Qingheng, no one treats him like this.He said "hmm" and lowered his head lonely.Meng Tou rubbed his hair: "Good boy."

His eldest brother Yan Yun never said a word to him from the beginning to the end, but fortunately they were not close and it didn't matter.Meng Tou left behind several sets of clothes and a brocade bag of silver, and said to him, "Take care of yourself. If you can't make it through, run away."

After all, those are Meng Tou's own clothes, which are very loose and carry his breath.But Yan Zhaohan was reluctant to cut it, so he kept it for many years.

Meng Tou is an expatriate, so he didn't know that the trial in Xiqi Palace was so cruel, Yan Zhaohan might not be able to survive here.If he knew that day, he thought, he would definitely choose to give up Zhao Qingyan and leave with Yan Zhaohan.

Yan Zhaohan stood under the old plum tree that hadn't yet bloomed and said goodbye to him.His expression was full of reluctance and grief.Meng Tou took him into his arms, tightly.There were so many words that I didn't have time to say, and I couldn't think of what else to say.

He finally let go, smiling brightly: "Let's go." He waved his hand, turned and left, walked resolutely, and never looked back.

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The pupils of "Tianhe" practitioners will change to a different color, and his master's pupils are green.He looked at them like a wolf.

In the third year of Yan Zhaohan's invasion of Qie Palace, most of the youths he took in were played with by Zhenjun Lihua, and later he even moved the beautiful ones among his disciples.He hasn't tasted it yet, only Su Chuo and Yan Zhaohan are two, and their looks are also extremely outstanding.

After all, Su Chuo is the son of an old friend, and he can't play with him both emotionally and rationally.As for Yan Zhaohan, the reason why True Monarch Li Hua didn't touch him was probably because he was the most talented person, and one day he would be able to use it for himself.Developing in this direction too early is always afraid of some bad influence.

But one day, True Monarch Li Hua asked Yan Zhaohan to watch the night in his bedroom, clearly intending to move him.

From the moment Yan Zhaohan entered the door, his eyes never left him.When Yan Zhaohan leaned over to pour tea for him, he also stared at the side of his face.Later, he put his arms around Yan Zhaohan's waist and let him sit on his lap: "Tonight, I will accompany you as a teacher."

Zhenjun Li Hua picked up Yan Zhaohan and walked straight to the bed.He skillfully untied Yan Zhaohan's belt, panting heavily and tore open his outer shirt.Yan Zhaohan was very passive, his slender fingers gripped the mattress tightly, his eyes were full of despair, he couldn't resist.

In fact, he was carrying a dagger at that time.He thought, if True Monarch Li Hua really touches him...if he can't kill his master, he will decide on his own.At that time, he was young and vigorous. If he were the current him, he would definitely not be able to achieve this step.It's not easy to live, and you will never see Meng Tou again after you die.

When Zhenjun Li Hua's slightly dark fingers touched his ankle, a servant said timidly through the outer bead curtain: "Your Majesty, the young palace master is making a fuss to find Mr. Yan, and there is no peace for a moment. "

True Monarch Li Hua paused, furious, pulled open the curtain of the bed, and cursed: "You little bastard, why did you choose this time! Why are there so many things, why don't you let her calm down!"

"Young Palace Master looks very sad." The servant asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"What can a little baby be sad about?" He said annoyedly, "Forget it, take Yan Zhaohan over there. Call Liu Huai over."

Yan Zhaohan silently picked up the clothes and put them on one by one.Then I went to Lingzhi.

That night Lingzhi was still crying and threw herself into his arms, her face flushed from crying: "Brother...they... said it was my father...my father forced my mother to death." Yan Zhaohan didn't know how to answer , I had to say: "Who are they, don't listen to their nonsense."

"Those... people in the palace." She choked, "I... saw Father... beating Mother. Mother was always... crying all the time, she was covered in... blood. "

Yan Zhaohan accompanied and coaxed the little girl until she fell asleep from crying.He didn't know what else to do.Lingzhi still held his hand tightly when she fell asleep.

This night, everyone is having nightmares.

Yan Zhaohan hugged her, thinking of Liu Huai, he felt very desperate.He couldn't imagine how that gentle senior brother would face his master.I hurt him badly.

Once upon a time like this, when Liu Huai came back from Zhenjun Li Hua, after taking a bath, he sat on the bed motionless until midnight.Probably because of his character, he seems to be favored by the master.There are many arrogant and indifferent young men in the palace, he looks very gentle, after getting along with him for a long time, Yan Zhaohan's own personality has also become gentle.

Brother Liu Huai said that he used to be a particularly rebellious person.At the most rebellious age, he met the little prince Shen Ci.The little prince had been secretly in love for many years, and finally found an opportunity to snatch him back to the mansion one day.

Yan Zhaohan had heard of this man, the emperor's youngest son.Just by hearing his name, you can tell how much he is favored, a gift from God.The young prince, the god of war, has fought in Saibei for many years. He is young and has countless military exploits.That person is destined to be the king of Great Chu.A concubine from the Yi tribe, a future emperor, is doomed to fail.

Some encounters are inevitable and doomed to fruitlessness.Just like him and Meng Tou.He had thought about that too.But when he met Meng Tou's eyes, he still sank.However, if he does it all over again, he still hopes to meet Meng Tou, even if it hurts again.

In the night, Yan Zhaohan could see his silhouette: "Go to bed early, brother." Maybe in countless nights, what he missed was that arrogant little prince, and they would never see each other again in this lifetime.

Yan Zhaohan very much hoped that Liu Huai could come back that night, take a bath as usual, wake up until midnight, and finally resign himself to sleep.But he didn't wait.