Fellow!Stop!

There is a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the nose continuously. It is late autumn, and it is reasonable to say that the sweet-scented osmanthus should have withered. Still have sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

Xuan Yi was half dreaming and half awake, and seemed to see the back mountain of Fenghua Palace, under the delicate and beautiful peach blossoms that bloomed like fire clusters in the April spring breeze, Nangong Ying scolded him with a smile like in previous years:

"Skin monkey! You know you're lazy! Mom is watching from the side, you practice the fan dance well. Later, use the first style 'Luoyan' taught by your mother to compare swords with your mother!"

"Mother, it's already autumn. You still asked Yi'er to practice the fan dance, and now the golden osmanthus is fragrant, even if the fan dance is like flying, there will be no more colorful peach blossoms and falling flowers."

Nangong Ying's originally bright smile, after hearing his words, suddenly mist rose around his face, his facial features were suddenly shrouded in thick fog and blurred, and he couldn't see that peerless beauty anymore.

"Ho!"

Xuan Yi sat up abruptly, drenched in cold sweat from being frightened by the dream, touched his forehead, his hand was sweaty, and his left hand was mottled with blood.

What's wrong with me?where am i

Xuan Yi looked around in a daze, it was all pitch black, he stretched out his hand to touch the back, there was a cold brick wall, only a skylight about a foot wide above his head, revealing a faint starlight.

Xuan Yi sat for a while, and found that he was lying on the cold ground just now. He reached out to probe the ground and the brick wall behind him, and accidentally stuck his fingertips on the hard wall, and felt a sharp pain instantly.

After sitting for a while, Xuan Yi's mind cleared up a little, and he just remembered that his mother Nan Gongying had passed away before he fainted, and Xuan Yi's heart suddenly ached.

It turned out that all of this was not a dream.

Before he could immerse himself in grief, faint voices came from the skylight above his head.Xuan Yi clutched his swollen and painful chest, moved his body with difficulty, and leaned forward a few feet, trying to get closer to the source of the sound, so that he could hear what the other party was saying.

"No way! How can Yi'er say that he is my son, you can't use torture on him! It's not up to you to decide on this family!"

"What your son! Don't lie to me again! I already know that he is just a bastard!"

"Shut up! You are not allowed to insult him!"

"Xuan Boxi! Think clearly! You didn't know it before, but now you know that he has no Xuan family blood at all. Do you think I will just let you do whatever you want?!

"You, you don't want to talk nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Rui'er told me personally, how could I be talking nonsense?! Compared with you, Rui'er's words are more credible!"

"Where is Rui'er!? Where is Rui'er now? Ask him to come to see me. After all, where did he hear such absurd words!"

"Absurd? Then you are talking, how does Xuan Yi look like you?! What's more, when Nan Gongying brought Xuan Yi to marry, that little bastard was already two years old! If it is really your son, why is he not in Xuan Mansion Birth? Who do you want to lie to!"

"Shut up! No matter what, hand over the key to the dungeon! How can the dignified Xuan family's second son be locked in the dungeon by his aunt? If you speak out, you will make people laugh for no reason!"

Mrs. Zhong was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed a few times, her voice sounded cruel but she was sure of victory: "Okay! You swear, in the name of the suzerain of your family, in the name of the blood of all descendants of your family. If you swear, I will trust you and let him out!"

"..." The low-pitched male voice finally stopped talking, only vague panting came from time to time, with helplessness and forbearance.

The woman waited for a while, seeing that Xuan Boxi really didn't dare to swear, she sneered coldly: "It was already stated in the secret letter that Rui'er got back that Xuan Yi was not from you, that is, he was not from my Xuan clan, so why should I treat him?" He treated him with the same courtesy as before! I, Zhong and Xuan, have raised their mother and son for 16 years, and Nangong Ying is dead, so there is no need to be polite."

Xuan Boxi knew that she had always been jealous of Nangongying's superb cultivation and swordsmanship. Now that Nangongying had gone and the taboo had been removed, she could no longer hold back her desire to seize the secret of the Jindan inheritance technique, and he couldn't help but look sad.

The woman saw that Xuan Boxi was still thinking about the relationship between father and son for many years, and knew his feelings for Nangong Ying in his heart, and was grateful for Nangong Ying's improvement of Xuan's swordsmanship over the years, and refused to be cruel to Xuan Yi, so she felt annoyed Incomparably, his mouth was even more ruthless: "Don't forget, if your Xuan family hadn't been financially supported by our Zhong family, you wouldn't have the second place in the fairy clan today! If it weren't for Nangong Ying being the descendant of Liuyun sect For your sake, how could my Zhong family allow you to marry her as an equal wife to me and to protect her! Nangong Ying is dead, and only her son knows that secret. If he doesn't tell me, I won't let him go Come out!! It's about the glory of the Xuan family and the Zhong family, this time, don't blame me for being unreasonable!!"

The female voice is aggressive, no longer the alienated and polite tone of the past, full of tough orders that cannot be refuted.

After listening to their conversation, Xuan Yi finally knew that he was locked in Xuan's Dungeon.

He raised his head blankly, trying to see the two people outside through the skylight of the dungeon.Hearing the female voice still arguing with Xuan Boxi in his ears, the image of the owner of the voice floated in his mind.

Mrs. Zhong?That woman who was always dressed in a golden dress, wearing a golden crane hairpin, with a straight back, dignified and noble standing in the majestic and majestic main hall of Fenghua Palace, looked down at him with cold eyes.

But later, after thinking about the "wild species" and "not born by you" that just came out of the woman's mouth, Xuan Yi no longer had the heart to think about her appearance and listen to the conversation between her and his father.Because those "wild species" and "no Xuan family blood" have completely smashed his last inner fortress.Xuan Yi originally thought that Mrs. Zhong insulted him at will just because of anger and jealousy, he didn't care about these words at all, they were just words to vent his anger, without any real harm, he never took such reasons and bad words to heart, But as their conversations increased, and the facts became apparent in his inner conflict, he finally understood the meaning of the phrase "Xuan Yi is not from the Xuan family", or in other words, he had to admit it in his heart.

Am I not my father's biological son?Who am I then? !Who is my biological father? !Where has he been for the past 18 years?

As if a sharp knife pierced through his chest, Xuan Yi felt that his chest was in great pain. He held his head in pain and curled up as much as possible, but he still couldn't stop the pain and trembling from deep inside his body.

The once loving father and warmth turned out to be a mirror image.

Xuan Yi couldn't help but began to burst into tears, and there was a sharp pain in his heart.

I don't know how long it took before the trembling stopped, Xuan Yi calmed down, and thought about Mrs. Zhong's words again, guessing that Xuan Rui might not have gone to Xuan Boxi to treat Nangong Ying as he ordered.He was probably blocked by someone halfway and brought back the "secret letter" mentioned by Mrs. Zhong, exposing the secret that he was not Xuan Boxi's own son, which made Mrs. Zhong take such a tough line against him. means of detention.

The younger brother I loved the most since I was a child, the child who was with me day and night and always followed behind me, may be the culprit behind Nangong Ying's failure to treat him.

Xuan Yi's heart twitched suddenly.

Does he hate me so much?Hate to involve the mother's death?Those childhood laughter, those childhood sweethearts' company day and night, are all fake?

Thinking of this, Xuan Yi clenched his fists unconsciously, and the wound on the five fingers of his left hand, which had been slightly closed, bleeds from the excessive force.

The betrayal brought about by the death of his mother, the emptiness of his father's love, and the hatred of his brothers made Xuan Yi unable to suppress the despair in his heart and the recurring and worsening internal injuries.

He slipped and fell slowly against the cold stone wall, spitting out blood, and his limbs were also convulsed continuously due to the severe internal pain caused by overstimulation, making him think he was dead for a moment.

Xuan Yi lay on the cold and dark blue bricks, his mind was in chaos, and his heartache was almost numb.

It turns out that this is what the folks often say, falling from Tushitian to Abi Hell overnight.

The kinship, family, and siblings that he had always been proud of were all gone in one fell swoop.

Everything has disappeared without a trace, so why am I alive?

Xuan Yi raised his blood-stained left hand and covered his eyes, blocking the only beam of light that leaked from the skylight, as if blocking the hope of living, just wanting to sink himself into endless darkness.

At this moment, he was so sad and desperate that he couldn't even shed tears.

Time passed by quietly without realizing it, and the cold was like a poisonous snake, which penetrated deeply into the body from the ground close to it.

In the cold and dark dungeon, there was a small and clear sound of "ding" coming from around him, and something slipped from the messy skirt.

Xuan Yi stretched out his hand unconsciously, and a somewhat warm, smooth and shiny object was caught in his hand.

With the help of the faint starlight from the skylight, Xuan Yi slightly raised the thing to his eyes, and through the cold white starlight in late autumn, he could clearly see the word "Lixue" carved with spiritual power in the jade.

The heart lake that was originally dead and silent, when I saw these two characters, there was a sliver of vitality like in early spring.

It was the jade pendant that Meng Che handed over to him when he left Shaoyang.Even if Meng Che didn't say anything, Xuan Yi could guess that this was the personal jade pendant passed down by Meng Che's ancestors.

Xuan Yi held the jade pendant in his hand, and couldn't help being lost in thought.

"I don't know why, I've always felt uneasy these days. If you have anything to do, please write to let me know."

It should be a very cold voice, but when I think about it now, it feels inexplicably warm, gently wrapping my scarred heart, like a big hand with healing power gently soothing a blood-stained wound.

It's rare to hear him speak such a long sentence, and it's really hard for him.Xuan Yi pursed the corner of his mouth, his eyes became hot, and he clenched the jade pendant tightly with his hands.

In the past, I was careless, or it should be said that I didn't care about it. My father, mother, brother, friends, and playful people are just in their prime.The hustle and bustle of the world and the prosperity of the world always make people fascinated by it without knowing it, and it also makes him carelessly think about the meaning of Meng Che to him.

At this time, there is nothing left and the future is bleak, but that spot of white snow submerged in three thousand dust particles immediately appears precious, blooming its original purity and clarity.All the things we got along with in the past, the hair strands that were entangled after sharing the same bed, the warm embrace that was hugged under the cliff to block the cold night wind, and the five fingers that were intertwined when we parted for the last time. Baoyu's thumb gently rubbed against the back of his hand, making Xuan Yi's feeling towards Meng Che ambiguous. He couldn't tell when this feeling changed, he could only vaguely realize that this may have surpassed ordinary friendship.

He was sure that Meng Che was of extraordinary significance to him, just like this jade pendant.

Best friend for life?Or, something else?He couldn't tell the difference for a while, he just knew that he wanted to see him very much at this moment, and wanted to miss him very much.

In his 18 years of life, he had never experienced such a feeling.

Xuan Yi curled up his body again, resisting the cold and tingling sensation caused by the severe internal pain, he stared at the jade pendant for a long time, the word "Lixue" glowed with an ice-blue aura faintly visible in the dark prison .After a long time, he subconsciously held the jade pendant with both hands, close to his heart, cherishing it as if holding a ray of sunshine.

Xuan Yi was lying in the dark dungeon, and before falling asleep from exhaustion, an obsession filled his heart.

"If I can live, if I can escape, I will definitely go to see you. Even if we never meet again in the future."