Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

Chang'an, the Chu family.

Wearing a light shirt, Chu Yao leaned quietly under the peach blossom tree, looking at the long sword in her hand under the light of the moonlight.

This is the sword she wore at Lingxi Sword Peak.

It is unparalleled in sharpness, cutting iron like mud, but it has no name.

Chu Yao looked at it quietly for a while, and then she was about to put away the sword. The peach blossoms were floating in the moonlight, and a silver butterfly followed the petals, floating on the sword in front of her eyes.

Yindie's wings were injured, and she wanted to fly several times, but she couldn't.

Depressed look.

Chu Yao was slightly startled, stretched out her hand, and the moment her fingertips touched the butterfly, the butterfly turned into dust and disappeared.

"..."

Chu Yao raised her head.

The girl in the big uniform looked lazy, sitting on the eaves of her house, squinting her almond eyes and looking at her, her soft black hair was draped over her shoulders, and there were a few silver butterflies around her, fluttering around.

Chu Yao glanced at it, then withdrew her eyes, stood up and was about to walk into the room.

"Sister is too calm." Chu Yi's voice was flat, without any emotion, "...I don't like this."

Chu Yao didn't speak.

"I never understood."

"Why do some people know where to go when they are born."

Chu Yao raised her eyes and looked at her: "You came to me just to tell me these things?"

The light of the moon shone on the girl. The youngest young Patriarch of the Chu family looked at her and slightly raised his hand. A butterfly landed on her fingertips.

"..."

"It seems that no one can understand me anymore." Chu Yi's voice was flat.

It doesn't seem sad, nor is it very sad, it's just like stating a fact, very plain.

Can't hear any emotion.

"You say I'm extreme." Chu Yi paused, "But even I myself don't quite understand why I am the way I am now."

The butterfly moved its wings slightly.

Chu Yao looked at her, silently.

"Don't you think things in this world are weird?" Seeing that Chu Yao has been silent, Chu Yi smiled, "You can't hold the things you like in your hands, and you can't kill all the people you hate."

"If something you like doesn't belong to you, then if it's in your hands, it's wrong." Chu Yao said, "There can be people in this world who aren't annoying, and you can't drive everyone to death."

Chu Yi smiled and said, "Look, in this world, no one will stand by my side."

She looked up at the moon and said, "If the person I like said what I just said."

"I'll tell her."

"Just hold what you like in your hand."

"Hateful person, I will make you never see her again."

When Chu Yi said this, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was really talking sweetly to his lover.

Chu Yi paused, looked at Chu Yao below, "I think... we should be the same, sister."

"I remember that the Chu family has a lot of business, and you should do some of it." Regarding Chu Yi's words, Chu Yao neither denied nor admitted, but said lightly: "Don't forget that you are the head of the Chu family now."

Chu Yi chuckled: "You think I really care about this position?"

"As long as it's not yours, I don't care who sits in this position."

Chu Yao said "Oh", and pushed the door in, "Then you can do whatever you want."

The silver butterflies surrounding the girl turned into dust in the blink of an eye.

Chu Yi thought blankly, what are you doing here?

in the room.

The windows are closed.

Thinking about the look in her sister's eyes, Chu Yao didn't quite understand.

Obviously got what I wanted.

When looking at her, why does she still look like she has nothing?

"..."

Even though she shed the same blood, she lived in a different world.

Chu Yao laughed at herself, looking at her hands.

On the slender and strong fingertips, there is a faint remnant of the touch of the fingertips kissed by the silver butterfly that couldn't fly just now.

Cold, gentle, but also kind of indescribably powerless.

However, there is a strange bond, conveying an inexplicable emotion...

——Look, in this world, no one will stand by my side.

no.

"It's because your world is too small."

Only accept what you want to accept, only love what you want to love...but there are too few in this world that she, Chu Yi, can love.

In the end, the world is getting narrower and more crowded, so crowded that once you can't catch what you like.

... and there will be nothing.

"no……"

Chu Yao's voice was like the wind, floating out of the window, and finally like those butterflies that turned into powder, without a sound.

She actually wanted to say a lot——

Just like when you were young and met Xia Ge who was willing to protect you.

There will always be a time when there will always be someone who will become the hero in your heart.

But when your hero falls in love with another person.

... It's like a beauty has a day of dying, and a hero will have a day of old age.

At the end, Chu Yao still didn't say anything, just sighed lightly.

Chu Yi looked at the bright moon in the sky, and after a while, she stretched out her hand.

A broken butterfly slowly condensed on her fingertips, flapped its wings slowly, and flew towards the distant sky.

look.

It's not that she can't understand her.

==

In Fengyue Continent, the tide of evil spirits is becoming more and more rampant, and cholera continues in the world. The situation has reached the point where it is difficult for all sects and factions to suppress it.

For a while, the crowd was furious, and they hated Qin Shuang, the little priest of the Demon Cult who released the evil spirit. When more and more people joined the Heroes Order held by the Chang family to attack the little priest of the Demon Cult, a rumor began to ferment quietly.

"Have you heard... The Glory of the Sky is said to have been made by Ye Wucai, a talented caster of the Ye family a hundred years ago..."

"Hey, who doesn't know this, the Ye family was wiped out a few years ago..."

"Hey, I really don't know, the Ye family... there was a Ye family here a few years ago, I haven't heard that there is an ancient clothing charm in his family?"

"And wasn't the glory of the sky brought out by the young master of the Chang family from the Baimeng Cave?"

"Maybe after several accidents, it accidentally flowed into the White Dream Cave..."

"Where did the accident come from? It's rare to encounter one in Baimeng Cave in hundreds of years!"

In fact, the Baimeng Cave does not appear only once in hundreds of years, but the Chinese civilization is extensive and profound. You say that the farmer on the ground at noon on the day of hoeing has nothing to do with the Baimeng Cave in the sky. If someone is looking for it, It's not out of the question that we'll see each other once in decades.

Xia Ge is completely entangled in the misfortune that has been prepared for a long time. How many people in this world have actually been to the dangerous Baimeng Cave many times?

"I heard that the Ye family was wiped out by the Demon Cult a few years ago... Could it be that the Glory of the Sky is the remnants of the Demon Cult hidden in the Baimeng Cave?"

Although this statement sounds credible, but after careful consideration, there are still many doubts.

Someone couldn't help but say: "Later, the Demon Cult became powerful, why didn't you take out the glory of the sky?"

Everyone is suspicious.

"Hey, don't talk about this. It is said that the glory of the sky is full of righteousness and can suppress demons and evil spirits. As long as you take it out, you can suspend the tide of evil spirits."

"Yes, yes, discuss it with Patriarch Chang, it may not be impossible..."

"..."

Similar gossip is overwhelming.

These rumors, except for doubts about the origin of the Glory of the Sky, without exception, are all forcing the Patriarch of the Chang family to sacrifice the Glory of the Sky to calm the tide of evil spirits.

teahouse.

The sound of silk and bamboo is elegant and rarely seen.

An exquisite cubicle, with light incense, and a small tea table on the tatami.

The girl held her chin, her red clothes bloomed like red lotuses, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, she pushed a cup of warm tea towards the boy at the opposite table, her fingers were slender and fair.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The exquisite bone china tea cup was filled with a faint tea fragrance, Ye Ze paused, and said calmly, "Long time no see."

"You're not surprised at all." Su Zang poured himself a cup of tea and smiled slightly, "It's just that the recent wind sounds a little interesting."

Ye Ze didn't speak.

"It's the Chu family." Su Chan smiled nonchalantly, and cut straight to the point, "Hundred Ghost Cave has really spared no effort to spread rumors that are beneficial to you."

Ye Ze said, "What do you want to ask?"

"Don't ask anything." Su Chan's gaze swept across his waist inadvertently. Ye Ze was dressed in a blue and white sword suit from Lingxi Jianfeng, his eyebrows were like blades, his black eyes were bright, and he was imposing. He was a handsome young man.

It's just that the bamboo sheath sword that the young man brought out from the Baimeng Cave before disappeared, and was replaced by an unknown long sword.

Su Chan naturally knew Ye Ze's sword that belonged to Xia Wushuang.

It's just that Ye Ze is a disciple of Lingxi Peak, and the origin of the sword of asking love really made Su Chan not like it, so he turned a blind eye.

But now that the sword has disappeared from Ye Ze's body, it is really thought-provoking.

"It's just that I don't treat guests well, and I just ask some unpleasant topics when I come up." Su Chan smiled, and took a sip of tea, "I'm using tea instead of wine, I apologize."

Ye Ze looked at her, but didn't intend to touch the tea.

The corners of Su Chan's eyes twitched slightly, and his smile was extraordinarily enchanting: "What? Don't you want to give me such thin noodles?"

The girl smiled very nicely, but anyone who is not a fool can understand the threat implied in it.

Ye Ze stared at her for a while, then picked up his tea and took a sip.

However, the next moment, his whole body froze slightly.

"It is said that the Ye family keeps a low profile, but it is rumored that it is a scholarly family from generation to generation, and it seems to know some tea ceremony." Su Chan put down the tea cup, and his movements were graceful, "It is said that I don't know the fragrance of tea."

Su Chan smiled slightly, "I just don't know about this tea, Young Master Ye, do you know it or not?"

Ye Ze's body trembled slightly, and slowly, like a wooden man, he put the tea in his hand on the tea table, stared at Su Chan with his dark eyes, moved his lips, but couldn't utter a word.

"Hundreds of years ago, Ye Wucai, the casting master of the Ye family, once made the glory of the sky in the ancient clothing charm. He sighed, 'There are no regrets in this life, and the angel returns to hell', and then sat in front of the clothing charm. It should have been a good story through the ages, but Ye The family has not leaked the slightest word to the outside world."

Su Chan was casual, as if he was chatting with Ye Ze, "... so that more than ten years ago, no one knew what the glory of the sky was."

"It's just a few years ago...your father and the head of the Chang family, Chang Ren, had a very good personal relationship, and one time he made a slip of the tongue after drinking..."

Ye Ze's hand holding the teacup slowly tightened, his finger bones turned white slightly.

"...Accidentally revealed this big secret."

Ye Ze suddenly said, "Enough."

Su Chan looked at him with a smile.

Ye Ze took a deep breath and tried to remain calm: "Just tell me where the person who made this tea is."

"Others, I...don't want to hear."

The secrets that have already been known from the Hundred Ghosts Cave are like a family scandal, so naturally I don't want to listen to them again in front of outsiders.

Su Chan smiled lightly: "Of course it's no problem."

But she changed the subject, "But..."

Ye Ze said: "Do you want to ask about the sword from before?"

Su Chan smiled: "I like talking to smart people."

Ye Ze was silent for a while, but then changed the subject and said, "This tea tastes very good."

…It was prepared by his mother herself back then, and it was also her favorite tea.

He forgot everything, and he couldn't forget the fragrance of tea.

Ye Ze paused, then said, "I have already given the sword to someone else."

Su Chan didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.

Ye Ze put down his tea and lowered his eyelashes, "That's all I can say."

After speaking, get up and leave.

"Sometimes, people have to learn to be cunning." Su Chan casually looked at his empty tea cup, and said, "It's easy to suffer if your back is too straight... Of course, it's not good if you bend too much, it's easy to be looked down upon."

"Although I don't like you, I think someone will."

The screen moved slightly.

It seems that a secret door has been opened in this small tea room.

Soft footsteps.

With a sense of familiarity like traveling through time.

It's like a memory from a long time ago, like a gentle look back that you can think of every time you dream back at midnight.

Ye Ze stood where he was, not daring to move.

Until the warm voice sounded.

"...my son?"