Yichun Ji: Years Voiceless

Qianying looked at the food spilled all over the floor, with a regretful expression on his face, he sighed lightly and said, "Brother Fang, I know you are thinking of me, but I can't let Luan Yu go, I want to stay and take care of him .”

Fang Yezi pointed at the messy food on the ground and yelled angrily: "How do you take care of it? Secretly break up your body little by little and hide it in the food for that person to eat? This is not the first time you have done this, right? Do you want to keep doing this? Until there is nothing left to disperse, and nothing can be dissipated?"

From the eaves of the palace, there were a few sad and strange crows of crows at night. The moonlight was dim, casting a faint glow faintly, which could not be seen clearly when it illuminated people.Qianying stood up slowly, twisted her slightly numb ankle, and was not annoyed by Fang Yezi who lost his composure, and said calmly, "Since you have died once, why should you be afraid of being wiped out?"

Fang Yezi looked at the tall and handsome man in front of him, was silent for a moment, and asked nervously, "Are you in love with him?" Qianying turned her head to look at Fang Yezi. Ying's eyes were as bright as stars.In this oppressive night, Fang Yezi saw Qianying nodded slowly, and replied softly: "Yes."

"Hehe, hahahahaha..." Fang Yezi laughed wildly a few times, not knowing whether he was laughing at the person in front of him or himself, he said sadly: "You treat him like this, but how did he treat you? ? Treat you as a substitute, as a plaything, as a tool to vent! He doesn't even know who you are!"

Qianying, who has always been gentle, suddenly turned cold, and scolded in a stern tone: "Shut up, you promised me to keep this secret, and you must not go back on it!" Fang Yezi took a deep look at Qianying, did not answer, and was in a daze Laughing a few times, dejected and disappointed, he walked away leaning on the palace wall.

Qianying didn't try to stop him, he packed up the broken tableware, turned around and went back to the dining room, secretly worried: Luan Yu hasn't eaten much all day, if he doesn't suppress it in time, the cold poison will cause trouble again.Forget it, just sprinkle it, and make another one for him.

In the dining room, Qianying skillfully stir-fried simple but delicious side dishes, and sprinkled some pure white powder from time to time, which does not resemble sugar or salt, and does not melt when exposed to heat or burns.At the end of the stir-fry, Qianying carefully put the food on the plate, gently caressing the dishes with light-white hands, the white powder just now became transparent in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

Qianying returned to Luan Yu's bedroom with the food again. Luan Yu was in grief, and also had a cold attack, his eyes were black and blue, his forehead was overflowing with cold sweat, and his back was constantly emitting cold air.Seeing Luan Yu's distressed appearance, Qianying felt even more distressed, quickly arranged the meals, stepped forward and took his hand and said, "Brother, you haven't eaten anything tonight, come and eat some."

Luan Yu shook his head wearily, his energy was so low that he even found it difficult to speak: "I'm not hungry." Qianying squatted down, lying on Luan Yu's lap, raised her head and looked at him with clear eyes , like a kitten who has only been wronged, Qianying said pitifully: "Zhang'er has worked so hard to cook the food for so long, isn't my brother willing to take a bite?"

Being teased by Qianying's pitiful appearance, Luan Yu forced a smile, touched Qianying's head comfortingly, and said softly: "Okay, I'll eat the food made by Zhang Er, brother Be sure to eat it."

Luan Yu stood up with some difficulty, Qianying immediately approached, supported his arm, and helped him to sit at the dining table.Luan Yu took a look at the dishes. They were all ordinary side dishes, but they were delicious in color and fragrance, and there was a faint fragrance smelling, which made people's appetite whet.

Luan Yu was about to pick up the chopsticks, but Qianying took them one step ahead. He held the rice bowl in one hand, and picked up a piece of fried meat with the chopsticks in the other. Zhang'er feeds, let Zhang'er feed my brother this time too."

Hearing this, Luan Yu ate the fried meat in one bite, chewed it with relish for a while and swallowed it, and praised with a smile: "Zhang'er's cooking skills are really good!"

When Qianying heard this, she was as happy as a rewarded child, and fed Luan Yu more and more considerately. Luan Yu opened his mouth slowly, but kept looking at the person in front of him tenderly.After a meal, the coldness on Luan Yu's body strangely gradually dissipated, and even the black and blue under his eyes became much lighter...