Envy

Su Chuo was silent for a while, lowered his hand holding the dagger, and said, "Let's rest first, we'll talk about it after tonight."

The two of them found a place to sleep.It was raining heavily outside, and it was a bit chilly in the cave at night.Su Chuo hugged himself and curled up like a kitten: "Brother, are you cold?" His voice was gentle and innocent.It seemed that it wasn't this person who wanted to kill himself just now.

Su Chuo is different from many people who wear hypocritical masks. When he wants to treat people well, he is really good.This is not hypocrisy, it is indifference.There is only himself in his world.Maybe there is Jiang Yi.

Yan Zhaohan didn't respond.The stone lying under him was uneven and a bit harsh.He felt that many small wounds on his body finally ached.

"I was afraid of the cold since I was a child, and I still am now. When I was a child, my mother took me to live on the streets. We often suffered from the cold, and we couldn't eat a meal every two days. My mother asked me to pretend to be a beggar and ask for some money. I was very curious... ..." Su Chuo smiled softly, restraining even the ending, as if sighing, "Aren't we just beggars, why are we pretending."

He remembered the thin snow in Fulian that year, and he thought it would never snow in Fulian.Before leaving the ruined temple, his mother gave him some copper coins, and he exchanged them for a roasted sweet potato.While biting the hot sweet potato, he breathed out the heat.Obviously not sweet enough.He sat under the wall at the entrance of the alley, his hands were red from the cold, and his feet were numb from the cold.

There were acquaintances among the passers-by, and a woman from an unknown family muttered: "This is Yunniang's son. Poor little baby, there is such a mother who comes out to beg for money in such a cold day."

Su Chuo felt that the sky that day was very clean and clear, and there was no dust in the place washed by snow, and he felt devout in his heart.He has never cared about other people's opinions, he has no hope for life, he just longs to live.This desire surpassed everything else in the years that followed.

One day he met a drunk man who was his mother's benefactor, who kept staring at him, then dropped the wine jar, grabbed his lapel and lifted him up.He was so thin that only a skeleton remained, shivering in the cold wind. "Are you that bitch's son?"

The man scolded a lot of foul words, probably about how his mother was promiscuous and flirting with others behind his back.The more he talked, the more angry he was, and he wanted to hit Su Chuo.He deftly broke free.Two young masters happened to pass by, so he hid behind one of them and begged that person to save him.The little boy was stunned for a while, and stretched out his hand to protect him.

At that time, Jiang Yi was dressed in a white dress with narrow sleeves and a cloud dragon pattern. He was young and vigorous, and he loved to fight against injustices, and he almost fought with men.Later, there were more and more people watching, and the man was afraid of being ashamed, so he pushed through the crowd and went home in desperation.

Jiang Yi is good-looking and has a gentle smile.He searched on his body, but he didn't find any money, so he gave Su Chuo a piece of jade on his body. "It's cold, go back early." His companion pulled him away and said, "You are so generous, what if this is a liar." '"

The piece of jade was very valuable, but he was reluctant to exchange it for money, so he hid it secretly.It was only later that his mother found out, and she robbed him for the money.When he was young, he always fantasized that one day he would save enough money to redeem the jade again.He also hoped that he could see Jiang Yi again and stay at the place where he met him, waiting year after year, until his mother died of illness, his father would take him away and throw him into Xiqi Palace.

"Brother, if I were you, I would never let go of Meng Tou. I wouldn't even die." Su Chuo breathed hot air between his cold hands and kept rubbing his palms, "I don't like you guys pretending to be free and easy the most. , someone who pretends to see through everything. Being free and easy shows that you don’t love enough.”

Yan Zhaohan didn't want to argue with him, so he fell asleep with his sword in his arms.

A dream of iron horses and glaciers, mountains and rivers are sleeping.It was still Mr. Pianpian who fell into the dream. He walked through the Chang'an Street of the first life, came with a lantern, hugged him, and even smiled so gently.

He woke up early the next day and found that Su Chuo was also awake.The man curled up, embracing himself, with sweat dripping from his forehead, biting his lip but moaning unceasingly.Ruyu's face was flushed, and her dark purple eyes were half closed.He quickly realized that Su Chuo was having an emotional outburst.

Holding the sword in his arms, he stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at his junior for a while.He had never experienced a passion wave, so he didn't know what it was like, so he just said indifferently: "You should still remember the topographic map, go out from here, go east, and you can see the cold spring."

He didn't kill Su Chuo after all.

In fact, there is no rule in the palace that only one person can survive.Their master Master Li Hua and master uncle Meng Hua Patriarch are examples.However, it is said that because they had a relationship, and because Patriarch Menghua didn't have too much ambition, his master didn't do anything cruel.But Yan Zhaohan regretted it.

When he returned to Xiqie Palace listening to the birdsong in Kongshan, he saw Lingzhi guarding the door.The little girl called him and threw herself into his arms.He looked at the stone pillar entwined with dead rattan paper at the door, feeling tired and powerless.In late summer, the vegetation in the mountains is lush and green, and summer cicadas sing hoarsely.There are puddles left on the dirt road, but the sky has long since cleared, with a few long clouds floating.Yan Zhaohan's eyes darkened and he fell unconscious.Before losing consciousness, he only heard Lingzhi calling him in a panic.

When he attacked Qie Gonghou back, everything changed.Too many senior brothers died, and the palace became empty.The youths of Zhenjun Li Hua always looked at him with some fear.Every generation of monarchs who attacked Qiegong was a terrifying existence.In everyone's eyes, Yan Zhaohan's threat was far greater than True Monarch Li Hua's.

Su Chuo came back once, packed his things and went down the mountain.Before leaving, he fluttered a sentence: "At the end of the year, the third young master of the Meng family is going to get married, and he is marrying Miss Zhao's Zhao Qingyan, brother, do you know?" His eyes were sarcastic and provocative.

He went straight to Xiaoyang.I heard that as soon as he left, Jiang Yi, the head of Ming Jue Sect, dismissed Yingying Yanyan from the backyard.Su Chuo was finally freed and had a place to live.

Yan Zhaohan suffered from insomnia all night long, feeling that he was always bound by shackles.The feeling overwhelmed him.As long as True Monarch Li Hua is still alive, he will be a slave of the Xiqi Palace, and he can't bear this kind of life anymore.As soon as the idea of ​​killing a teacher appeared, it began to grow crazily.

When he walked into the palace with a blade in his hand, there was no tension or fear of a fight to the death.If he comes out alive, he will become the ruler of Xiqi Palace.