Younger brother

The wind and sand blowing at the border made people unable to open their eyes. Shan Yuyan originally thought that he could cross the sandy ridge in half a day and get on the ferry to Qianluzhou, but unexpectedly met Ling Xiaozi, who was known as the poisonous boy in the rivers and lakes. In the end, although they were rescued by Mafuya Yantiti, the three of them plus Shangguan Xie, who had turned into a corpse, entangled all the way with whips and knives, and they couldn't cross the sandy ridge until dark.

Shan Yuyan looked at the white moon rising from the edge of the pass, and said helplessly to the two who were still fighting behind him, "Can you two stop first? It's already dark, and the sand wolf will come out later If we can't find the station quickly, we're afraid we'll sleep in the wolves' stomachs."

It was said that Mafuya Yantiti was just about to withdraw the knife, but Ling Xiaozi wrapped his whip around her arm again, so the two fell into the next round of fighting.

"Heaven has no pity for the two of us, why did I meet barbarians like them?" Shan Yuyan caressed her face and sighed, and casually put her arm on Shangguan Xie who was standing beside him, but felt his cold Corpse gas, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and said more and more desperately: "I almost forgot, you are not a good person."

When Shangguan Xie was alive, Shan Yuyan also heard about him, and occasionally took a photo once or twice when drinking flowers and wine in Wangxiang Tower.

In the circle of the young master of the imperial capital, Shangguan Xie is also known as a prodigal, there are countless actors and child molesters in the Shangguan mansion, and this young master also has a famous and terrible habit of abusive child molestation.

"If you didn't accumulate virtue in life, you deserve to die like this." Shan Yuyan poked with the scabbard, Shangguan Xie's gray face was covered with bruises and corpse spots, said.

Shan Yuyan couldn't bear the curiosity, she opened Shangguan Xie's lapel, only to see that the rotten flesh was full of poisonous needles and whip marks.

"How many evil things have you done, to be treated like this..." Shan Yuyan couldn't help the chills down her spine.

Ling Xiaozi charged at Shan Yuyan who was looking at Shangguan Xie's body with a long whip. Shan Yuyan hurriedly dodged sideways and was being grabbed by Mafuya Yantiti into her arms.

"Don't touch him, he's mine." Ling Xiaozi's almost sharp shouts made Shan Yuyan's ears ache.

"It's as if someone rarely touches this mummy." Shan Yuyan replied angrily.

The next moment, Ling Xiaozi's actions almost made Shan Yuyan want to vomit. He nimbly dodged, jumped to Shangguan Xie's side, hugged his rotten chest that was dripping with pus, and kissed him. Those blackened lips that stink of corpses.

Shan Yuyan covered her mouth, resisting the desire to vomit, and said to herself, this Ling Xiaozi is really extraordinary, he can kiss him with such an appearance.

Mafuya Yantiti pulled Shan Yuyan up and left. The two of them walked for a long time before finding the only inn in the desert.

When she just entered the post station, Shan Yuyan felt intuitively that this should not be a black shop, there were only three people in the shop, a tall and thin shopkeeper, a short and fat guy, and a guy who showed enthusiasm for them. The accountant with the weird smile.

Facts have proved that the intuition of the second son of the Shan family has never been right. This is really a black shop.

Sleeping in a daze until midnight, Shan Yuyan was woken up by Mafuya Yantiti, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a room full of corpses.Seeing the smoke blowpipe and kitchen knife on the ground, Shan Yuyan obviously understood what happened very quickly based on Shan Yuyan's many years of experience in the world.

Mafuya Yantiti said to him: "From now on, the princess will protect you."

So, five years ago, in the name of protection, Mafuya Yantiti insisted on following him and got on the ferry to Qianluzhou.

However, in the Shan Mansion of the imperial capital, a rare visitor suddenly came.

Jin Ruocheng, the high priest of the Ling Kingdom, was wearing a black gold sacrificial robe, and was sitting in the lobby of the East Garden of the Shan Mansion. The hot teacup in his hand had already made his palms slightly red, but he acted as if he couldn't feel the pain. Unknowingly staring at the sinking tea leaves in a daze.

"What are you here for?" Shan Qiye came out from the mansion and asked sullenly.

The sudden sound made Jin Ruocheng overturn the teacup in fright, and the tea mixed with the leaves splashed all over him.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, I haven't talked to you like this for many years, Zhiye, I..."

The emotions that Jin Ruocheng finally brewed up were all interrupted by Shan Qiye's words, he said, "Have you finished writing the suicide note?"

Jin Ruocheng recalled that ten years ago at the Jiuying Altar, Shan Qiye said to him, "If possible, you'd better hope that you will never appear in front of me again in this lifetime."

Before leaving, Shan Qiye only left Jin Ruocheng a determined back, and he said: "If we meet again, you'd better prepare a suicide note."

Trembling, Jin Ruocheng stretched out his hand to grab Shan Qiye's sleeve, reluctantly raised his head and smiled at him: "That day, what you said was just angry words, I didn't take it seriously."

Shan Qiye lifted Jin Ruocheng's chin with his hand, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Then you are here today to die?"

"Ziye, I'm here today just to remind you." Jin Ruocheng caressed his hand fondly, "Now this Ling Kingdom is no longer surnamed Li, it is Li Jintianxia that will eventually prosper."

Shan Qiye threw his hand away and said with a smile: "Do you think that with your clumsy puppet technique, you can help Li Fu to the top?"

Jin Ruocheng hugged Shan Qiye, and said, "Ziye, if you are willing, I will offer this country to you with both hands."

Shan Qiye smiled and said: "What's the use of the country? What's the use of the world? After thousands of years, it will be nothing but barrenness."

The high priest of Lingguo said innocently: "If you don't want it, then we will go far away. The sky and the earth are big, and the world is our home. We don't care about world affairs, just you and me, and live in seclusion in the mountains, okay?"

Shan Qiye stretched out his hand and separated his fingers that were holding him one by one, and said coldly: "Did you come here just to say such stupid things?"

"If that's the case, you really haven't improved at all over the years." Shan Qiye pushed him away.

Jin Ruocheng said to him with a sad expression: "Ziye, is this really the only way we can go, is it really impossible to go back?"

"Go back?" An unclear smile appeared on Shan Qiye's sullen face, "It's never started before, how do we go back."

Shan Qiye's words were like thousands of steel needles piercing into Jin Ruocheng's heart, and Jin Ruocheng asked almost desperately: "Could it be, was it just my wishful thinking at the beginning?"

Shan Qiye frowned and said, "I don't know what you said, I never had it."

Jin Ruocheng burst into tears, "Shan Qiye, do you really have a heart?"

Shan Qiye just smiled and said: "Maybe it did, but it died five years ago."

Shan Qiye leaned over to Jin Ruocheng's ear and said, "When you push my younger brother off the altar with your own hands, it is doomed to die."

Jin Ruocheng felt as if he had fallen into the ice cellar all of a sudden. He thought that killing Shan Niantong and removing the most obtrusive stumbling block in his battle for the throne for Shan Qiye would be one step closer to his heart, but he never thought that , but this made him unable to walk by Shan Qiye's side again.

"How can you forgive me?" Jin Ruocheng asked while kneeling on the ground, looking at Shan Qiye.

"I never blamed you, how can I forgive you?" Shan Qiye smiled cruelly, "I just hate you."

When Jin Ruocheng walked out of the Dongyuan of the Shan Mansion, his expression was in a trance. Shan Qiye's words repeatedly rolled over his numb heart, almost making him suffocate from the pain.

Looking up at the sycamore tree at the gate of Dongyuan rustling in the autumn wind, he suddenly remembered many years ago, when he was only 12 years old, and Shan Qiye was only 13 years old, and it was about such an autumn.

He joined Shan Qiye as Taoist Chengxu's sect, and because he opened his mouth a moment later than Shan Qiye, he called him his senior brother for seven years.

During the days of cultivating on Mount Wudu, the senior brother never smiled at him, but he just liked to see the way the senior brother frowned.

After the three-year period expired, Shan Qiye went down the mountain with him. Shan Qiye was good at controlling ghosts, guarding corpses, and even the puppet art, but he was only proficient in the puppet Taoism.

In front of his senior brother, Jin Ruocheng always felt a little inferior.

Shan Qiye was born in the only yin and yang family among the thirteen families, but he is only the son of the Jin family with a small surname. Shan Qiye was born intelligent and gifted in the art of yin and yang, often Jin Ruocheng needs to practice Taoism for three days , Shan Qiye was able to master it in just a quarter of an hour.

I don't know when, he became Shan Qiye's little tail. Wherever the senior brother went, Jin Ruocheng followed him. Occasionally, Shan Qiye annoyed him, at most he just frowned and didn't take offense at him. Whatever he did, the senior brother will always just let it go.

However, such days came to an abrupt end after Jin Ruocheng became the High Priest of the Ao Country, and he eradicated Shan Qiye, the third son of the Shan family, Shan Niantong, who was designed to frame him and almost killed him on the battlefield.

In the past ten years, he never took the initiative to talk to Shan Qiye, but he followed him everywhere, even if he just glanced at him from a distance, Jin Ruocheng felt that he had not been completely forgotten.

And in the Liyuan where the Shan family would go to the theater every year during the Lantern Festival, Jin Ruocheng finally saw the young man who looked like the youngest son of the Shan family, and at the wedding banquet of Prince Cheng, he could see Shan Qiye through many drinking cases. The tender look in the boy's eyes.

Jin Ruocheng finally understood that the reason why Shan Qiye was willing to step into the trap set by his younger brother was actually such shady love.

Jin Ruocheng slapped the sycamore tree trunk in front of Dongyuan gate with some resentment, and a lot of yellow leaves rolled down.

Kankan walked out of Dongyuan, Jin Ruocheng saw a white-clothed boy coming out of the Nuan Pavilion in the distance, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking towards Dongyuan, his figure was as tall and thin as Shan Niantong back then , his pupils were covered by white silk, but the facial features exposed were as gorgeous as the youngest son of the Shan family back then.

Jin Ruocheng could almost imagine how Shan Qiye would gently hug him into his arms when that boy walked into the lobby of Dongyuan, and then call that boy's name in his most obsessed and deep voice: "Tong'er".

As he walked on the carriage parked in front of Shan's house, Jin Ruocheng was still thinking, when Shan Qiye kissed the boy, was he still thinking of Shan Niantong? He knew that the boy was just a stand-in, but why did he do so? Make him feel stuffy.

Jin Ruocheng clenched the gilded handrail of the carriage, staring blankly at the burned palm, his willow eyes were slightly red.

In Yinzhou City, Ah Fu and Chen Xianyu, who were in exile, finally found the Cui family, a branch of the Chen family. Settled down at the side door.

Today is not the same as in the past, even with the support of the Cui family, Chen Xianyu's life in the side door will not be easy.Fortunately, he is not a delicate person who can't bear hardships. Every day, he goes to plow and work together with the reckless man in the countryside, build a house and hunt. Although the life is hard, it is also peaceful.

At night, Ah Fu looked at the wounds on Chen Xianyu's hands caused by twisting the hemp rope, and his nose felt a little sore. Half a year ago, these hands were noble hands that had never touched Yang Chunshui. The fingers were slender and fair, and they were very beautiful. Now But callused from hard work.

"It's so delicate there." Chen Xianyu took his hand out of Ah Fu's.

"If you don't farm, you don't know the suffering of the people." Chen Xianyu rubbed the top of Ah Fu's head and said, "Now I know how shameful the extravagance and lust were back then, suffering, hunger and cold, and the end of spring. If a king has not experienced the suffering of the people, he will How can you be the king of people?"

"When you restore your great cause in the future, you must lighten the taxation and simplify the practice palace." At that time, Ah Fu said so.

"Okay, then I will only build a gold palace to live with you exclusively, okay?" Chen Xianyu smiled.

"Just now you said that being extravagant and licentious is shameful." Ah Fu pouted dissatisfiedly.

"This is Jinwu Zangjiao." Chen Xianyu reached out and touched Ah Fu's face.

Ah Fu blushed all of a sudden, and said, "I'm not a delicate beauty, I don't need to be hidden by a golden house."

Chen Xianyu smiled and said, "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful person."

Ah Fu's face became more and more blushing, and said: "You are actually more nasty than the Patriarch of the Shan family."

Chen Xianyu asked: "Shan Qiye, that cold awl, what love words will he say?"

Ah Fu told him: "You don't know, the owner of the house talks to the master one after another, without repeating the same thing."

Chen Xianyu grabbed Ah Fu's waist, and said, "I thought Ah Fu liked me more, and I'm numb with my body."

Ah Fu finally calmed down and blushed again: "Everyone is like you, thinking about that all day long."

Chen Xianyu reached out and untied Ah Fu's belt, and said, "Then let me see if Ah Fu is thinking about that."

"Stop it, you pervert, you bastard..." Ah Fu's voice became softer and softer, and finally turned into a whimper in his throat.

After some cloud and rain, Chen Xianyu hugged Ah Fu, and whispered softly in his ear: "Ah Fu, Ah Fu."

Ah Fu was already so tired that he fell asleep, Chen Xianyu looked at him tough, but he had a cute sleeping face because of the urticaria, and smiled foolishly: "Ah Fu, I, Chen Xianyu, it is you who will not marry me in this life."