Sao Ke is a spectator

Through the Liuhe illusion mirror, I saw that Yan Yan had grown into a 15-year-old boy, beside him, he was accompanied by a boy of the same age all day long. After being depressed in the heavenly court for a long time, I simply used the reason of going to see him to go to the lower world a trip.

After I arrived in Luohe City, I had a chance encounter with Yan Yan. As the saying goes, a young man is wasted if he doesn’t flirt. He asked me about a good place to have fun. Naturally, I led him to the place I often go to.

The door plaque of "Sui Liu Lou" has not been changed, but the boss inside has been replaced by the oiran of the year.

The oiran is no longer the flirtatious young man who was able to make everyone empty-handed. His attire is very similar to that of the previous boss, Yunhe. At the age of more than 30, he no longer wears red powder, and the grime of the years is mercilessly revealed between his eyebrows and eyes. Those pair of clear eyes are now also covered with a layer of distant and demure color.

Naturally, he no longer recognized me, he just treated me like a new guest, and recommended to me a few children who came from Mobei not long ago.

Bring the chosen person to the wing room, the boys will prepare the drinks early in the morning, and as soon as the door is closed, the boy looks at me with a startled expression, as if looking at a beast that is about to swallow him .

I smiled at him gently and called him over to drink with me.

Seeing him dodging all the time, I think he hasn't gotten used to everything in the Chu Pavilion, so he didn't approach me for a long time, and he didn't take the initiative to touch him. He was obviously here for pleasure, but he made it look like he came here just to drink the same.

Wine is better than all the makeup, making the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in front of him even more attractive.Perhaps it was because he realized that I was not too threatening, so he gradually relaxed, and finally even talked about his own life experience.

It wasn't until I saw him sobbing that I realized that I was no longer the Ye Daishu who made waves in my heart when someone mentioned the past.During this period, I just drank wine on my own, and cast my eyes out of the window as the night gradually sank. The child's sobbing confession was like the imperceptible wind outside the window.

By the time the child stopped crying, the two watchmen who had come here on patrol had already beat the gong hammer in a rhythm of one slow and two fast, and it was already the third watch.

He got up and went around to his side, and carefully hugged him in his arms. The child's thin body always gave people the illusion that it would be broken with a little force.

The young man's soft body trembled slightly in my arms, I kissed his brows and eyes carefully, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, if you don't want to, I won't force you."

Since I started wandering around Fengyuechang, I have said these words more than a thousand times, because I always feel that people have the same essence-to be soft and not hard, and there will inevitably be flaws in yielding under coercion, and I am even more I don't have the bad nature of cats when they prey on mice, and I don't force others if they don't want to.

The person in the arms showed a grateful expression, as if he was looking at a good person. Just when I was about to get up and leave, he hugged me from behind, and then said "don't go" that I never get tired of hearing.

Compared with women, men seem to be more suitable for the title of Ruanxiang.

What followed was the cloud rising and rain falling enough to make anyone intoxicated, and the tender panting of the warm body wiped away the dirt accumulated in my body like the wind, and the entangled tangle in the bottom of my heart gradually loosened.

However, the moment after that, they quickly gathered together again.

He pillowed my arm sideways, and the watery light fell on the flower on my left chest, and then put his ear on it in a slightly naughty way.

I asked, "But what did you hear?"

He half propped himself up, his long hair like a waterfall penetrated into my neck, and his face under the flickering candlelight was a bit unreal. It just so happened that the watchman walked by again on patrol.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." He followed up like a parrot.

After the watch stopped, he said: "Young master's heart has been knocked to the fourth watch, I'm afraid I should leave soon."

I wrapped it in my arms again, and said softly: "Go to sleep for a while, I won't leave."

At least...he won't leave until dawn.

His breathing gradually calmed down in my arms, and suddenly a gust of wind blew in from the window, extinguishing the candle on the desk.The tide rises and closes in each wing room, and the whole "Sui Liu Lou" is finally immersed in the rare tranquility.

My eyes wandered in the night, and the flickering lights came in through the door paper window. In these lights, I seemed to catch a touch of green, which was the ghost fire entangled in the dead souls and ghosts, and also entangled in the sun. The underworld fire on his body.

After watching it quietly for a while, I was sure that it was not my hallucination, the breath was all too familiar.

The black clothes he wore seemed to be able to dissolve into the night, the door was not opened, and the wind was not disturbed, so he stood in the room so unexpectedly, the will-o'-the-wisp under his feet seemed to be burning on his robe.

I should have explained it to him in a panic, but there was something hidden in my heart that he couldn't pry into, especially when I saw his face that never changed for thousands of years, I should hide him deeper.

I seemed to be a little angry, and I got off the bed without doing anything. The open robe could not keep out the coolness of the night, so I sneered: "Yan Jun came to find me on purpose?"

I was a little frustrated that his gaze stayed on my neck and up.

"I'm here on an errand, I'm just passing by." He passed me to look at the young man who was sleeping peacefully on the couch, and frowned in disgust.

I took a few steps forward and blocked his line of sight: "Then... the matter is over?"

Yang Zhuo turned around, thinking he was leaving, but unexpectedly sat down at the table, grabbed the unfinished wine from the previous night, and drank the cup I used.

He really is the most incomprehensible person in the Seven Realms, given the current situation in this room, can he still drink?

I straightened my clothes and sat down facing him. No one said a word for a long time. I couldn't figure out whether his words were true or false. Whether he came here to look for me or he was just passing by.

It was he who broke the silence first: "Do you want to go to a place with me?"

If I remember correctly, this should be the first time he took the initiative to ask me out, and no matter what place he was talking about, it was nothing more terrifying than the Underworld.I raised my eyebrows with great interest: "Since Yan Jun opened his mouth, I naturally want to reward him."

The night wind was blowing, mixed with a bone-chilling chill, and the black cloud driven by Yang Zhuo was just like his master, with a gloomy chill from the inside to the outside.I stood behind Yangzhuo along the way, first to let him shield me from the wind, and second to observe his strong and straight back.

He suddenly asked me: "You seem to be busy recently?"

I didn't know where my thoughts were flying, and I was pulled back suddenly. After carefully considering his question, I said indifferently: "It's okay."

There was another silence.

I always can't understand why I, who can speak well, always become difficult to speak in front of him. I have to go through every word and sentence several times in my mind, not too abrupt or too dull, as if every word in his mouth Words are all asked for.

Not long after we arrived outside the city, he collected the cloud bucket on a wasteland, and I was defenseless and almost fell, but fortunately, I hugged his waist at the right time.

Yang Zhuo's waist will not be broken with a little force, on the contrary, it is much stronger than any one I have touched. Half of my body is attached to his back, and the tip of my nose is on his deep coat Mosha, at this moment, I suddenly realized that Ye Daishu was going to be obsessed with this body after all, even if he didn't get any response.

I was a little reluctant to let go, he gave me a cold look, took a step forward unexpectedly, and left the dull and awkward me where I was.

After finally rectifying his frustrated heart, there was a desolate and desolate scene in front of him, with overgrown weeds covering a protruding hill tightly.Wherever Yangzhuo passed by, there were clusters of dark green will-o'-the-wisps, and half-human-tall wormwood entangled his feet, making a 'sizzling' sound with every step he took.

I didn't know what to ask: "What did you bring me here for?"

He didn't answer, he raised his hand in the air, and slowly brushed it from left to right. His slightly opened five fingers were injected with some magic power. When he retracted his hand, the scenery in front of him had changed .

It is an imperial mausoleum, and the word "You Ling" is engraved on the stone tablet under the gate. My heart trembled, and the person named Yu Ping came to my heart immediately.

Yang Zhuo went straight in, and stopped in front of a tightly closed stone gate. On the stone wall of the imperial mausoleum, there are ancient totems carved. There are dozens of places in the totem that are shining with blue light, connected by lines that are also shining with blue light. That said, even if I am not very well-informed, I also know that it is an enchantment.

Mu Yang's soul was imprisoned here, how did he spend the past 400 years.

Yang Zhuo looked at the splendid but old imperial mausoleum. I imagined how many times he had been here in these years. He just stood there quietly, and his focused eyes seemed to be able to see through this stone wall.His heart is probably already the same as this stone wall, there is not even a gap for light to pass through, and the person living inside is Mu Yang.

I never knew that looking at someone's back is such a sad thing. There is distress and unwillingness in this sadness, and this unwillingness is precisely something that can't be shaken off. It won't end up in such a situation sooner or later. , just stayed in this most embarrassing time.

His indifference and alienation told me that this is the world between him and Mu Yang. I was just a spectator who rushed in rashly. The stone wall was in the wrong place. It should not be between him and Mu Yang, but between me and him.

He didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, just stood in front of the imperial mausoleum like a guard until dawn.

The love didn't know where it started, and it went deeper and deeper. When I realized my heart for Yang Zhuo, I had reached a point of no return.However, even if I can't erase the unwillingness, at least I can erase the distress.

If so, I can like him a little less.

When the "Palace of the Coffin" was opened again, I secretly took out Yu Ping's fate, and when I threw it into the horoscope, the black stone flew up from the horoscope and hit it straight my chest.

Then I fell into a long and chaotic dream.