I know I was wrong

After Xue Cuo woke up, the wound that was still bleeding for the first few days gradually began to heal, and he could go to the ground in a few days.

He thanked Nian Feng, but Nian Feng pulled Yan Shirong to his side: "You have to thank him. At that time, he was carrying you and fell in front of my house, covered in blood. I was almost startled."

Yan Shirong smiled slightly, coughed twice, "It's not that exaggerated."

Hearing Yan Shirong's muffled cough, Xue Cuo felt even more uncomfortable than being hit by an arrow at that time.His little prince is usually spoiled and pampered, he doesn't lift his shoulders and hands, and when he visits a kiln, he will be fed grapes as soon as he opens his mouth.With such a fragile body, his servants usually carry even a burden for him, but they did so silently, forcing him to carry him for dozens of miles and bring him here.

The moment before he lost blood and fainted, Yan Shirong grabbed his hand firmly and carried him on his back: "Xue Zangyu, I will not let you go."

Xue Cuo supported himself by these words.

He stroked Yan Shirong's hand, looked at his thin face, like a delicate porcelain doll but lost its former glory, but he couldn't say anything else.

During the few days when he was unconscious, all the nightmares he had were related to Yan Shirong, and he managed to escape from the monstrous nightmare with all his might. He obviously had a lot to say, but when he woke up, seeing someone in front of him, he felt like It seems that nothing matters.

It's great that his little prince is still by his side.

But Yan Shirong's hands and feet were colder than usual, and he leaned against the bed weakly all day long.Carrying Xue Cuo to Zhuliu Village had exhausted all his energy, and he gradually fell asleep. When he opened his eyes by chance, he saw Xue Cuo's reddish eyes and smiled lightly.But when he closed his eyes and woke up again, it may have been a whole day.

Yan Shirong lost weight day after day, and occasionally the venom surged into his chest, and the scorching boil that he was desperately suppressing also rose up arrogantly, and when the breath surged up, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of black blood.The pale lips were stained with a strange color, and the delicate face had long lost its former air.The blood star stained Xue Cuo's black boots, leaving a mottled mark.

Then, Yan Shirong closed his eyes, fell asleep in the faint plum fragrance, his long eyelashes trembled twice and then stopped trembling.

I don't know whose call it was in my ears, passing through the reunion when I was 14 years old, still smelling of wine, but shattered in the dark red stars.

Xue Cuo clenched his hands tightly, trembling slightly, his palms were wet, and he refused to let go, calling him in a hoarse voice: "Little prince...Little prince..."

The original doting address became inexplicably funny and ugly because of his hoarse tone. Xue Cuo laughed at himself, and still called him over and over again: "Ayu...Ayu..."

Yan Shirong's long eyelashes trembled, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at him, "Brother Cangyu."

Xue Cuo leaned over to hug him, his chest pressed tightly against his chest, the blood seeped through the gauze and through the clothes, leaving bright colors on the gray old tattered robe.Xue Cuo didn't pay attention, only frowned, but hugged Yan Shirong even tighter.

The tight pain came from his chest, the hug was too painful, it made him break out in cold sweat, but he was reluctant to let go.

Because the pain made him really feel that Yan Shirong was still by his side.

The mist in Tao Hua's eyes slowly flowed, Yan Shirong raised his hand, and patted Xue Cuo's back lightly, as if to comfort him.

Xue Cuo finally stopped being so tense, raised his body, afraid of crushing him, and said above him: "I thought you were going back to the sky."

When they were young, they heard the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. It was said that the Cowherd took the clothes of the Weaver Girl and the Weaver Girl could not go back to the sky, so they had to be the Cowherd's wife and grow old with him.

In the past, the elders in the palace even joked that Yan Shirong was reincarnated into a wrong fetus by a fairy in the sky, and became a man. When he realized it, he would go back to heaven sooner or later.

It's just to coax a three-year-old, Yan Shirong no longer believed it when he was four, but Xue Cuo always remembered this.

Yan Shirong came alone, but she was not bound by anything like Zhinu, if she closed her eyes, maybe she really left.

Yan Shirong smiled with difficulty, the cinnabar on his forehead was also dim.

He looked at Xue Cuo, and said gently: "Do you have any plans for the future?"

"You are my plan." Xue Cuo said smoothly.

Yan Shirong's chest was suffocated, and who would have thought that Xue Cuo, who used to be a taciturn and hard-line man, now said casually that it was love words wrapped in honey.

He smiled bitterly, and said to Xue Cuo: "After you recover from your injury, you should find a chance to sneak back to Beijing quietly, take my jade charm and gold medal, and just go, there will always be a place for you in the world."

"how about you?"

Yan Shirong turned his head sideways, and a bright bead slipped silently on his cheek, "If I really go back to the sky, I will protect you from above."

Xue Cuo couldn't hear these words anymore, he frowned and covered Yan Shirong's lips, moistened his dry lips lightly and lightly, tasted it lightly, and touched it instantly.

The night is dark, and the whole day is silent.

Xue Cuo's gray cloth robe was soaked in blood, his long and narrow eyes were pale blue, and his firm voice echoed in Yan Shirong's ears: "Wherever you go, I will go with you—you have to leave me alone."

……

It's just that they didn't go anywhere in the end, because Yan Qing personally came to Zhuliu Village to pick them up, saying that he wanted to take his brother home.

At the foot of the Son of Heaven, Zhuliu Village is not affluent. It has been farming and mulberry farming for generations, counting up to three generations, there may not be a Juren.As soon as I was elated, it was because the Holy One came in person.

Nian Feng knew that the two people he took in were precious, but he never thought that one was the current Six Kings and the other was the Commander of the Honglian Division.

Yan Qing came out of the palace in a little dress, dressed in snow-white brocade, soaked in the cold moonlight, and walked to the bedside calmly.Yan Shirong panicked for a moment, his chest and lungs were out of breath, and he took another mouthful of cold air, coughing again and again.Several guards fought with Xue Cuo in such a narrow room, attacking his chest with every move.Xue Cuo had just healed and the wound soon opened. When he was distracted to pay attention to Yan Shirong, he was attacked from behind and kicked to the ground.

Yan Shirong's cough was heart-rending, and the thin window paper was also heaved by Bai Qi's exhaled breath, faintly splashed with blood spots.

Yan Qing turned a deaf ear to the fight next to him, poured a cup of tea for Yan Shirong on his own, breathed for him with one hand, and handed him the teacup and handkerchief with the other.The gold silk handkerchief was folded in Yan Shirong's hand, Yan Qing looked at it, gradually moved away his hand, and frowned.

In Yan Shirong's hand was a gold silk embroidered handkerchief given by Yan Qing, but his body was covered in gray cloth.Because of this, Yan Qing glanced at Xue Cuo who was forced to kneel on the ground, and anger gradually grew in his eyes.

Yan Shirong swallowed a few sips of water, and finally swallowed the turbid air in his heart, but he hurriedly looked at Xue Cuo, and found that the wound on his chest had burst open, blood soaked through his clothes, dripping all the way down .

But even so, Xue Cuo's back is still straight, it seems that these can't damage him at all.

Yan Shirong gritted her teeth, straightened her back, and looked at Xue Cuo with fixed eyes.

Looking at each other, Xue Cuo gave him a peaceful smile.

Yan Shirong grinned and her eyes were red, thinking that her smile at this moment must be uglier than crying.

Yan Qing touched Yan Shirong's head: "I've had enough fun outside, let's go back to the palace with me."

Yan Shirong shook his head: "The palace is not my home."

The hand above the head did not move.

Yan Qing withdrew his hand and said gloomyly, "Then where is it?"

Yan Shirong looked up at Yan Qing, his eyes were clear and pure, just like when he was a child: "What do you say, Brother Huang?"

Yan Qing smiled suddenly, left the bed, drew the sword in the guard's hand, swung it with a sword flower, and the edge of the sword was already on Xue Cuo's back.Xue Cuo struggled twice, and several guards pressed him tightly, and the blood on his chest snaked all the way to his abdomen.

Yan Qing pushed hard, the tip of the sword pushed forward, and the thin blade pierced deeply into Xue Cuo's flesh, piercing through his left shoulder blade.

Xue Cuo gritted his teeth and insisted on not saying a word, he endured it, his eyes didn't blink, but his back straightened even more.

"Xue Cuo!" Yan Shirong yelled, the turbid air in his chest was not suppressed after all, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, the ground was black and red.

Xue Cuo originally thought he could bear the pain, but because of Yan Shirong's sad cry, he felt that his limbs, bones and heart were pierced by Yan Qing's sword.

Yan Qing practiced martial arts at a young age, and his swordsmanship was learned from General Xue Lin. He did not expect that this clean and neat sword pierced into Xue Cuo's shoulder blade.Yan Qing still sneered to himself, only to see when the man under the sword bowed his head.

With a sound of "poof", Yan Qing pulled out the sword violently, Xue Cuo's red blood was still rolling down on the tip of the sword, and the blood flowed continuously.

"Xue Cuo!" Yan Shirong called out again, wanting to get out of bed, but because of the weakness of his legs, he couldn't help but rolled down.

Xue Cuoyang looked up at him: "I'm fine."

Yan Shirong fell hard, Xue Cuo struggled to get close to Yan Shirong, but was held tightly by the guards, his right shoulder blade was dripping with blood, and the ground was wet.

Yan Qing's eyes were dark, his brows were darkly wrinkled, but his lips were smiling with thin anger.The sword of the young emperor swung towards Xue Cuo again, and the autumn wind howled through the paper-pasted window, and everyone was chilled to the bone.

Yan Qing coldly said to Yan Shirong: "Go home."

Pingwang supported Yan Shirong to stand up, he knew Yan Qing's nature well, he wanted to go down a step at this moment, so he couldn't help persuading him: "My lord, lord, please say something soft, what do you want in the palace?" What's the matter, even your poison can be cured. Don't be stubborn, and go back to the palace with the emperor."

Yan Shirong fell on the ground, the ground was as cold as ice.He knew what he would lose after returning to the palace, and he didn't want to.

He looked back at Yan Qing, neither afraid nor evasive, because the blood in his mouth was thick, his speech was not very clear, but his tone was decisive, even colder than ice.

"Do not."

For so many years, this is the first time that Yan Shirong said no to his imperial brother.

A light word, like a stone of ten thousand junctures, hit Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was so angry that he swung his sword and wanted to slash at Xue Cuo, and hugged his leg with a flat gaze: "No way, Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Just when Pingwang wanted to beg Yan Shirong to be soft again, he saw Yan Shirong spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness again.

The door was not closed tightly, and at this time, the wind knives were flying around, cutting everyone's faces.

Yan Qing swung the knife away and helped Yan Shirong up.

It's really funny, in this narrow world with air leaks on all sides, some people's blood flowed all over the ground, and some people's hearts were broken all over the room.