Younger brother

Since the end of the new year, Cen Fuyu brought Xiao Feng back to the Cen family, and everyone in the Cen family treated the Lord Xiao graciously, especially Cen Fuyu's eldest sister, Cen Qinye, who showed extraordinary warmth to Xiao Feng. It was like old friends at first sight, and they hit it off, if it wasn't for the concern about the face of the Cen family, they would almost wish they could never leave each other.

Thus, Xiao Feng looked like the young master of the Cen family, while Cen Fuyu, the real young master of the Cen family, was treated as an umbrella in sunny days and a clothes pole in rainy days. aside.

On this day, Cen Qinye, the eldest lady of the Cen family, made snacks for Xiao Feng herself, but because of family rules and etiquette, it was not easy to send them off in person, so she asked her younger brother Cen Fuyu to run errands and deliver the snacks to Xiao Feng's guest room.

Cen Fuyu rudely threw down the food box that the elder sister wanted to send by herself, and said a little angrily: "Tch, don't get complacent too early, if it weren't for the fact that you are the lord of Fengjing City, you are waiting for me with respect." In terms of face, those dog legs will not be so flattering and warm, serving you with delicious food and drink."

"Ayu, did you make this for me yourself?" Xiao Feng opened the lid and saw the exquisite dim sum.

"It's so beautiful, my sister insisted on me sending it." Cen Fuyu said angrily.

"Ayu, are you jealous?" Xiao Feng smiled and reached out to wrap Cen Fuyu's shoulder.

Cen Fuyu shook off his hand and stuffed the snacks in the food box. Xiao Feng smiled and said angrily: "I'm so jealous! You eat your cakes, don't choke to death!"

"A Yu is so lovable, how can I be willing to die." Xiao Feng swallowed his snack and grabbed Cen Fuyu's hand.

"You reckless and blind man, it's okay to deceive my elder sister this way, don't be disgusting with me." Cen Fuyu pulled out his hand with a look of disgust.

"Ayu, I can't tolerate other people in my heart..." Xiao Feng hugged Cen Fuyu and whispered in his ear.

"Are you so impatient to be my brother-in-law?" Cen Fuyu turned his head to his face, struggling to break free from Xiao Feng's arms.

"I will never be your brother-in-law." Xiao Feng's lips touched Cen Fuyu's fair neck, "I want to be your husband."

Cen Fuyu was so teased that his face turned red all of a sudden, but he couldn't beat the burly Xiao Feng, so he said angrily: "You bear man, who wants you to be a husband, let me go!"

"If I let go, will you promise me?" Xiao Feng gently stroked Cen Fuyu's face with the beard on his chin.

"It's a good idea. This young master likes a beauty like Tong'er. How can you be a blind man like you?" Cen Fuyu opened his almond eyes and said angrily, "This young master came to see you today for something else."

Xiao Feng let go of him, his expression returned to his usual calmness, and he said, "What's the matter?"

"The Shan family sent a message this morning, saying that the Patriarch of the Shan family was invited by Prince Sheng Wang to go to Meishan Temple to step on the snow and enjoy the plum blossoms in the future, and invited you to go together." Facing the bronze mirror in the room, Cen Fuyu straightened the Xiao Feng messed up his clothes, said.

"Prince Prince Cheng..." Xiao Feng narrowed his narrow eyes slightly.

"What's the matter? I just went to play." Cen Fuyu reached out and ate a cake made of cenqin leaves, and said nonchalantly, "Treading the snow to find plums is such an arty thing, I actually asked you to go to the border reckless join in the fun."

Xiao Feng, who is in his thirties, naturally doesn't think so, he smiled lowly: "This plum blossom is not so beautiful."

And at the moment in the Shan mansion, Shan Qiye is hugging Shan Niantong, sitting in the Nuan Pavilion in Dongyuan, cutting the window grilles.

Since returning from Fengjing, although Shan Niantong still lives in Haitang Garden, Shan Qiye no longer restricts his freedom as before. As long as he is accompanied by someone, he can freely come and go in the entire Shan Mansion.

Although Cen, the old mother of Shan's mansion, had some complaints about Shan Qiye doting on a young man so much, but under the pressure of Shan Qiye, she did not dare to say anything more.

As for Shan Qiye, the eldest son of the Shan family who was not her own, Cen always feared his harsh methods.And the second son of the Shan family, Shan Yuyan, who was born by himself, is such an idiot that the mud can't support the wall.

If it wasn't for the fact that Shan Qiye's mother who was born in the royal family died early, and Shan Niantong's mother who was born in a low-born family threw herself into the lake, Cen himself knew that he, who was only born in the small family of the Cen family, would not be able to be a single in the first place no matter what. Matriarch's.

Therefore, Mrs. Cen has never dared to take too much care of the affairs of the Shan family. In the Shan family, even the head of the Shan family, Chen Fugui's words have more weight than her.

Just the year before last, Mrs. Cen made her own claim and took in a few maids with the surname Cen for Shan Qiye. In a rage, Shan Qiye threw all those maids into the corpse refining water and drowned them alive. From then on, Mrs. Cen never dared to ask about his housework.

But at this time, the owner of the Shan family, who had always been cruel and ruthless, was sitting in the Nuan Pavilion and doing such folk things as cutting window grilles, which stunned the servants and slaves in Dongyuan.

Shan Niantong held his chin and stared at the red oil paper turned inch by inch in Shan Qiye's hand.

Shan Qiye's hands are much paler than ordinary men's, with slender joints. Holding a knife, bow and arrow all the year round makes his palm and fingertips have a thin layer of calluses, but the neatly manicured nails show dark black from the root. It is the result of practicing yin and yang spells since childhood.

When the blood-red oil paper, which was cut with many holes, was unfolded by the hands that were once stained with blood, it formed a delicate and exquisite crabapple pattern.

Shan Niantong reached out to pick it up, and Shan Qiye carefully looked at the window grille in the palm of his hand, and said, "Brother is so amazing."

"Does Tong'er want to learn?" Shan Qiye's voice, which could be called gentle, rang in Shan Niantong's ear.

"I don't want to." Shan Niantong shook his head, "Ah Fu will do it too, there are already two people around me who will do it, there is no need for me to be one more."

Shan Qiye put down the scissors, stretched out his hand to follow Shan Niantong's long black hair that was hanging down to the table, but Shan Niantong reached out to hold his hand, and seeing Shan Niantong's expression changed, he asked, "What's the matter?" ?”

As soon as Ah Fu was mentioned, Shan Niantong remembered that Ah Fu seemed to be a little strange recently.

Ever since he came back from Fengjing, Ah Fu has always been out of his mind, and Shan Niantong can often see him fascinated by a beautifully carved jade brave, sometimes even talking to himself.

"Ah Fu seems a little weird recently." Shan Niantong frowned.

"But he's underserved?" Shan Qiye asked.

Shan Niantong was afraid that Shan Qiye would punish him, so he said: "That's not true, maybe I am overthinking."

Shan Qiye looked at Shan Niantong and asked, "Is that so?"

Shan Niantong pursed his lips and said, "Brother, don't punish him."

Shan Qiye, who never dared to order, heard his younger brother say this, but smiled: "Forget it, my Tong'er is soft-hearted."

Looking at Shan Niantong's pale and slender wrist, Shan Qiye suddenly remembered something, and ordered Chen Fugui: "Go to the second drawer of the bookcase in the study, and get that mahogany box."

Shan Niantong was puzzled, and looked up at Shan Qiye suspiciously, but the latter waved his servants away, and then reached out to take off Shan Niantong's shoes and socks.

Although it is not cold in the warm pavilion, Shan Niantong always feels that something is wrong when he rubs his feet, and Shan Qiye often touches or even licks his toes when he is doing that kind of thing, which makes him feel uncomfortable. Shan Niantong couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn.

Shan Qiye gently kneaded Shan Niantong's white but warm feet. Seeing Shan Niantong's shy expression, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional, so he untied his belt, reached into his robe, and looked at him. Rubbing and stroking the extremely sensitive waist.

Shan Niantong's expression became more and more shy, biting his bright red lower lip, but he couldn't restrain the low moan in his throat.

"Tong'er, let my brother take a good look at you." Shan Qiye said, and untied the white silk covering Shan Niantong's eyes.

The slightly red peach blossom eyes at the corners of the eyes are already a little moist under Shan Qiye's teasing, and the originally cold and frightening black eyes, looking at them like this, actually have a little charm, like an idiot. Such as resentment.

"My Tong'er is so beautiful." Shan Qiye looked at Shan Niantong obsessively, and kissed his beautiful eyebrows, high nose bridge, and thin red lips.

Between lips and tongue, Shan Qiye tasted the fishy sweetness left by drinking blood all year round in his mouth, mixed with the faint fragrance of crabapple flowers, it was so indescribably captivating that Shan Qiye almost couldn't hold it, and almost fell in love with him. The Snappers wanted him.

Chen Fugui quickly fetched the things and put them on the small case in front of the screen, not daring to take a second look at the scene behind the screen: "Patriarch, the people from Changshui Pavilion report that Shangguan Xie's body has been taken away."

"Who did it?" Shan Qiye's cold voice came from behind the screen.

"Going home, it's Ling Xiaozi." Chen Fugui replied, "Changshui Pavilion has sent people to chase after it."

Shan Niantong looked at Shan Qiye's serious expression, and asked curiously, "Who is Ling Xiaozi?"

But Shan Qiye said indifferently: "It's just an ordinary pawn."

"However, if Shangguan Xie falls into his hands." Shan Qiye gently stroked Shan Niantong's satin-smooth black long hair, "I'm afraid life would be worse than death, even if you die, you will never have the day of reincarnation." gone."

"Order it down, so that the people in Changshui Pavilion don't have to chase after it." Shan Qiye kissed the top of Shan Niantong's head, and said.

Shan Qiye opened the mahogany box with his own hands, and inside were four beautifully forged thin chains, each with seven white jade bells carved in the shape of begonia flowers. When the thin chains were picked up, the sound was clear and ethereal , very pleasant to hear.

"Does Tong'er like it?" Shan Qiye put two gold chains on Shan Nian Tong Senbai's slender ankles, and the other two on his wrists.

"I like it." Shan Niantong raised his hand, shaking the white jade begonia bell on his wrist, and a pure smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He didn't know that the anklet of this opponent was Shan Qiye, who was melted and forged with the last soul-locking nail in the world, and the other three soul-locking nails had already been integrated into his soul and flesh and blood, making him feel as if he was a stranger. remain in the world.

He didn't know that in order to melt the soul-locking nail, he had to sacrifice the living soul, use the resentful corpse as a furnace, and practice for three days and three nights, fused the living soul and the corpse together in molten iron, and locked the soul together. Nails blend together.

Shan Qiye would never tell him how Dong Rui's living soul and corpse were fused with the soul-locking nail under the burning of the raging fire, so that he could not be reincarnated forever.

Shan Qiye hugged Shan Niantong's warm body, feeling his own heartbeat.

Four years ago, he left his heart in the empty chest of his younger brother.

A year later, he carried out the cold body of his younger brother Yao from the dark mausoleum.

For three whole years, he has been guarding Yaodi who is sleeping in Haitang Garden.

Every time it comes to Zhongyuan Day, his younger brother's body will bear the pain of death again.

He will see with his own eyes all the inhuman ordeals that his cherished Haitang experienced before his death.

Every time at this time, Shan Qiye felt that his heart beating in Shan Niantong's chest was violently torn apart.

In the warm pavilion, Shan Qiye stretched out his hand to caress Shan Niantong, with a picturesque and gorgeous face. This face has not changed a bit since four years ago. His younger brother has been left in the best age forever. Life stays at the age of 16 forever.

But Shan Qiye knew that the beginning of his crime was far before that.

Shan Qiye still remembers the autumn when his younger brother first entered the school, he was not as tall as the begonias in the Begonia Garden, and his small body in a golden red gown disappeared among those gorgeous begonias, but In Shan Qiye's eyes, thousands of crabapple blossoms are not as good as his childish smile with one missing front tooth.

Among the thousands of begonias, only this one is his begonia.

During several warm springs and cold winters, golden autumns and green summers, he has been silently guarding his begonias.However, he finally met his Haitang. The man named Li Fu was the beginning of Haitang's winter.

The thing Shan Qiye regretted most in his life was letting Shan Niantong meet Li Fu.

When Haitang meets Lin Dong, it is doomed to wither.

When Shan Qiye saw his begonia being crushed and turned into powder on the Jiuying Altar, he knew that his heart was dead.

He kept his dead heart in the dead crabapple. With his heart, his crabapple would not rot and dissipate.

It took Shan Qiye half a year, going against the sky, to call back his younger brother's broken soul. In the whole half a year, he slowly pieced together the original appearance of his Begonia bit by bit.

But he couldn't take him back, he could only leave his crabapple in that cold, dark mausoleum, because as long as there was even the slightest vibration, his crabapple would dissipate again, and then he would be there again He couldn't get back his crabapple either.

And finally, a year later, those three soul-locking nails nailed Shan Niantong's soul to his body, and Shan Qiye brought him back from the underground mausoleum to Shan's house, and sealed him in Haitang Garden.

In the next three years, Shan Qiye would go to Haitang Garden every three or two days.Sometimes he just sits in front of the bed and looks at Shan Niantong's unchanging pale face; sometimes he bathes Shan Niantong and trims his nails; sometimes he talks to Shan Niantong, but no matter what he does, his begonia will never change There will be a response, just quietly, as if asleep.

For countless long nights, Shan Qiye has been guarding his younger brother in Haitang Garden, a forbidden love that he can't say.

In the past three years, in order to keep the secret of Haitang Garden, Shan Qiye sent as few people as possible to Haitang Garden. Except for Xiuzhu, there were only two servants to serve Shan Niantong.And people who are overly curious often become Shan Niantong's drug guide.

That day was in the middle of July, and Amon didn't abide by the rule of not being out of Haitang Garden at midnight. He ran into Shan Niantong's appearance in the middle of the night, and he was panicked, so he disappeared in Haitang Garden without making a sound.

And Ah Fu can be said to be the lucky one in Haitang Garden, he is the only servant who survived to see Shan Niantong wake up.

Before Shan Niantong woke up, Shan Qiye ordered people to shovel all the red begonias in Haitang Garden and plant them with white jade begonias, just to let his begonias, after waking up, never remember the red begonias. winter.

Shan Qiye thought that he would become Autumn, so that his begonias would bloom forever.

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