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The surrounding atmosphere seemed to turn cold all of a sudden.

Hu Hai put his hand down, and after a while he said very naturally: "Since Mr. has fallen asleep, I'll go back first."

Yu Zishi breathed a sigh of relief, "Be careful on the road."

"En." Hu Hai responded peacefully, his eyes darkened a little bit.

Footsteps sounded at the door, as if walking down the steps, and then the footsteps became lighter and lighter, as if walking far away.When Yu Zishi thought of the current sky, he was suddenly startled again. Hu Hai was walking on the street alone at such a late hour, and the gate of the palace was closed, where could he go?

"Wait!" Yu Zishi suddenly yelled, "It's too late, Hu Hai, stay next door first, and return to the palace tomorrow."

Hu Hai's footsteps stopped, and this time, his eyes were a bit dark.If Yu Zishi was held hostage, he would never say such a thing.He looked back, and saw the blurry figure on the door fluttering slightly with the flickering of the fire, but that figure looked like a person.

"Sir." Hu Hai walked back slowly, gently raised his hand and knocked on the door, "You open the door first, it's cold outside, I want to go in and talk."

Yu Zishi was about to speak, when Meng Yi suddenly said, "Your Highness, it's too late, Mr. Zhao has already fallen asleep, so let's talk about it tomorrow." He stretched out his hand and threw out two copper coins, and it was already dark when they were wiped out. fire.

Hu Hai didn't move, he stood quietly at the door, his long black hair fluttered gently with the night wind, revealing a pair of dark and calm eyes, he stared at the room without fire in front of him.Then he slowly raised his hand, attached to the door, and said calmly: "Meng Yi, you come out first."

The next moment, Meng Yi's hand holding the sword in the room trembled slightly, and the force of the impact made him press the door tightly. After a while, he regained his composure, and leaned against the door and said lightly: "Your Highness, can you Wait a while? Mr. Zhao and I will clean up first."

Hu Hai's hand that was pushing the door clenched tightly, and he put his hand down very slowly, staring at the door, "Sir?"

Yu Zishi was tidying his hair when he heard Hu Hai's voice reply, "It will be fine in a while."

Hu Hai was silent for a long time, and finally, he said softly, "Okay, I'll wait."

Yu Zishi stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, and stuffed the broken hair into it bit by bit. The room was dimly lit, and Meng Yi could only roughly see Yu Zishi's movements, as if he was tearing apart his hair.He stretched out his hand and used the sword as a bolt to lock the door, stepped forward to Yu Zishi's side, and said in a low voice, "I'll help you."

Yu Zishi was pulling at the ends of his hair vigorously, a moment later he said in a very low voice: "It's caught on the clothes, go get the knife."

How can this dress catch your hair?Meng Yi immediately frowned, stretched out his hand to touch the end of the hair, and directly tore off the part where the hair was connected to the clothes. The sound of Yu Jue falling to the ground sounded crisp and clear, as if it was broken.

Yu Zishi roughly tidied up his hair, he didn't do it very carefully, he just made do with it, but half a stick of incense had passed.Meng Yi turned around and picked up the sword, Yu Zishi brushed his messy hair with his hands, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

The young man stood quietly on the steps, wearing a black cloak and standing in the wind, perhaps because of the moonlight, Yu Zishi felt that his face was a little pale.

Meng Yi walked out following Yu Zishi, raised his hand and held the sword behind his back, looked at Hu Hai with indifferent eyes, and bowed his hands in a neither humble nor humble manner, "See Your Highness."

Hu Hai raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said two words very lightly, "Get out."

Hearing the two words that Hu Hai could hardly detect any emotions or even the pronunciation of the words was blurred, Meng Yi didn't say anything, he just turned his head to look at Yu Zishi, and stretched out his hand to lightly touch the piece of jade that fell to the ground and shattered just now. Lightly put it in his palm. "I go first."

Yu Zishi nodded, spread out his palms and saw the white jade that was broken in half, then squeezed his hands tightly again.Then he looked up at Hu Hai in front of him.

As soon as Meng Yi left the yard, Hu Hai suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hook Yu Zishi's neck and hugged him. Yu Zishi was hit by the force and took a small step back. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt Hu Hai's whole body. Everyone is trembling.It wasn't a constant trembling, but a slight tremor or two that seemed to be unbearable after being suppressed for a long time.It looked really wronged like that.

Yu Zishi looked at the young man who was holding him tightly but was half a head shorter than himself. After a while, he reached out and patted his back lightly, coaxing, "Why are you here?"

Hu Hai didn't speak, but hugged him even tighter, almost buried his whole head in Yu Zishi's collarbone, it seemed like he was wronged like never before.

Yu Zishi had no choice but to let him hold her, but his eyes glanced at the direction Meng Yi was leaving.He stroked Hu Hai's hair for a while, "Say something? Huh?"

"It's cold outside." Hu Hai clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, but he just said this lightly, and he couldn't say a word of anything else after all.

Yu Zishi touched Hu Hai's face and found that it was a bit cold, "Come in." He looked at the young man standing still with his head bowed, and his mood was a bit complicated. It was the first time in these years that he drove him away. Well, it was inevitable that he felt wronged, after all, he had walked such a long night alone in such a cold day.Thinking of Yu Zishi, he directly led the boy who was standing still and walked into the house. "Let's go."

The room was dark, Yu Zishi just reached out to light the lamp.

"Sir." Hu Hai called him suddenly.

Yu Zishi looked back, Hu Hai was standing in front of the table in the room, it was dark and Yu Zishi couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly, he heard the boy asking himself softly.

"Sir, do you like Meng Yi? Just like Mr. Changping... Mr. Changping's liking." Hu Hai had a hard time asking this sentence. He was fortunate that the light in the room was dim, and Yu Zishi couldn't see his face clearly. the embarrassment.After pretending for a long time, this time he really couldn't hold on anymore.

Yu Zishi was taken aback for a moment, isn't Mr. Changping a child lover?He immediately replied, "Of course not."

"Isn't it?"

"No. How could I like Meng Yi?" Yu Zishi replied without the slightest hesitation.

Hu Hai stared at the corner of Yu Zishi's torn clothes for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, and with his slender fingers pulled out the black ribbon of fine silk, he took off the black cloak.

Yu Zishi was so shocked by his abnormal appearance that he couldn't speak. He watched the boy roll up his sleeves to reveal the wound that hadn't fully healed, and the strangle marks were still scabbed. He raised his hand and unbuttoned the collar, The scars on his body are not very clear, but he can vaguely feel the ferocity of the original.Yu Zishi heard the boy say: "But sir, I seem to be sick." The voice in Yu Zishi's ears was like the sudden thunder of a horror movie, and his hair went numb.

He took a step forward, pressed Hu Hai's shoulders and sat him down on the couch, "You, what did you say?"

Hu Hai's voice trembled, and he opened his mouth and said, "I don't seem to like women anymore."

Yu Zishi looked down at Hu Hai, his head pounding.What do you mean, you don't like women anymore?You are a dignified son of the Great Qin, and you may be the emperor of the Great Qin in the future. You say you don't like women anymore?If you don't like women in the first place, that's fine, but you have always liked women for more than ten years, and now you say you don't like women?

"I don't know. After that day, I felt like I was sick. I seemed to like a man." Hu Hai gently folded his arms, curled up on the couch and buried his head.Everything was just pretending, but he was really sick a long time ago. He has been sick for many years, and it is hard to cure him.If he hadn't met Xiong Qi, he wouldn't even know that men in this world can dislike women.

Thinking of Xiong Qi, Yu Zishi lowered his waist and slowly reached out to pick up the black cloak for a long time, his face turned pale.He pursed his lower lip and reached out to pour himself a glass of water, but found that he couldn't even hold the glass firmly.He thought that with the passage of time, Hu Hai would eventually forget about it, Xiong Qi would die soon, no one would remember that matter, and no one would mention it. Hu Hai's life is still very long. It will continue after all.

He never expected that Hu Hai would tell himself now that he doesn't like women anymore.He was a little confused, and even his thoughts were confused, "You don't like women? Then you like men? Meng Yi?" He remembered Hu Hai's strangeness and blurted out.

Hu Hai finally froze for a moment, looked up at Yu Zishi, the light in his eyes flickered in the darkness of the room.

"No." Yu Zishi immediately denied himself again, "You have never liked Meng Yi." He took a sip of the water in the glass to calm himself down, then turned his head to look at Hu Hai suddenly, "It's not him, is it?" ?”

Under Yu Zishi's gaze, Hu Hai slowly shook his head.

Yu Zishi went through all the teenagers he knew who were the same age as Hu Hai in his mind, and even the face of Wang Ben who was far away on the border suddenly popped up.He hurriedly lowered his head and took a sip of cold water. It wasn't that he was prejudiced against liking men, he just... couldn't accept that the child he had raised for so many years suddenly changed.

After a while, he suddenly thought of someone, and almost threw the cup in his hand out. He looked back at Hu Hai, "No...isn't he the eldest son?" That's fucking incest!

Hu Hai was silent for a long time this time, as if he didn't know what to say all of a sudden, but in the dim room, Yu Zishi couldn't see his slight frown, nor even the complex emotions in his eyes.

"Fusu...you liked him a lot when you were a child." Yu Zishi remembered the past, his hands and feet started to get cold, he said with a little difficulty: "Isn't it him?"

Hu Hai frowned suddenly when he heard Yu Zishi's words, did he like Fusu when he was a child?How could he not remember this?Didn't he always keep a respectful distance from the long-awaited eldest son of the Qin Dynasty?

When Yu Zishi saw that Hu Hai didn't speak, his heart felt chilly like the wind.In his impression, Hu Hai doesn't like anyone, and he doesn't get close to anyone, except for Fusu.He was a little speechless, bowed his head and took another sip of cold water, this time the water splashed directly down his sleeve.He hurriedly reached out to wipe it off, but what he was thinking about was Hu Hai and Fusu.

If Ying Zheng knew about this...

Yu Zishi suddenly reached out and grabbed Hu Hai's arm, "It's extremely easy to make mistakes with a person's feelings, are you sure you...you like..." Yu Zishi found that he couldn't even complete this sentence.

"I don't like him." Hu Hai didn't break away from Yu Zishi's hand, but took advantage of the situation and quietly looked at the person in front of him.

"Not Fusu?" Yu Zishi asked, "Then who do you like?" Before Hu Hai could speak, he suddenly reached out and pressed his hand, "Okay, stop talking."

How come Li Si hasn't killed Xiong Qi's pervert yet? Yu Zishi's eyes couldn't suppress the anger.He calmed down, and said to Hu Hai: "It will be fine later." Marrying a wife and having children, and living the idle life of an ordinary son, these things will eventually be forgotten, and there will be no confusion by then.

Yu Zishi still prefers to attribute this matter to psychological shadows.

Hu Hai looked at him for a while, then said softly, "Sir, I'm tired." He was silent for a while and continued, "Can I sleep for a while?"

When Yu Zishi heard his words, he turned his head to look at the sky, and it was really late.He turned around and was about to say, "Then go to bed and sleep for a while", but before he could say a word, a hand was lightly placed on his hand, and the boy fell asleep on his lap, as if for real I was so tired that I didn't say a word.

Yu Zishi was sitting on the couch, and Hu Hai was lying on his lap as if he had fallen asleep. On the couch lay a small table with a half-drunk water glass quietly placed on it.He looked down at the boy, hesitated for a moment, and heard the boy's even breathing.

He looked at Hu Hai for a while, then stretched out his hand to put the black cloak on Hu Hai, but he was lost in thought.

……

It was clear.

The servants of the General's Mansion opened the door to enter the study room, but suddenly found a blue figure standing in front of the highest bookshelf.The servant seemed to be shocked by the scene in the room. There were scattered books everywhere, from the wooden table to the boy's feet, with countless volumes scattered.

The young man seemed to have heard the sound of the door opening, paused the movements of his hands, and looked back at the person who came, his face clearly looked like he hadn't slept all night.

"Second Young Master?" the servant asked in surprise.

Meng Yi casually threw the book in his hand to his feet, turned his head to look at the sky, and before he knew it, it was already bright.He frowned and asked, "What time is it?"

The servant looked at the letters scattered all over the floor, and couldn't imagine that this was done by his second son, who was always in an orderly manner.He was so shocked that he couldn't even hear what Meng Yi said, he just stood there blindly in a daze.

Meng Yi frowned, and asked again, "What time is it?"

The servant suddenly came back to his senses, "What, Second Young Master, what did you say?"

Meng Yi didn't sleep all night, seeing the servant's appearance, he pressed his brows tiredly, "Forget it, go down." He stretched out his hand and took out another book to read.

That servant has never seen Meng Yi like this before, how could this be the second young master who is not showing any emotions?He hurriedly stepped forward to help pack it up, and he lowered his head to pick up the letters on the ground.

"No, you go down."

The servant didn't dare to pick it up immediately, he looked up at Meng Yi, and couldn't help but said after a while: "Second Young Master, do you want to eat something first?"

Meng Yi looked up and saw that the spacious study room was filled with countless slips of letters. As far as he could see, there were rows of bookshelves.Thinking of this, he finally looked back at the servant, "Bring me a bowl of porridge."

"Yes." The servant responded respectfully and retreated.

Meng Yi lowered his head again and glanced over the unfolded letter. He read it very quickly, and finished it in almost a moment.His eyes dimmed, and he suddenly reached out and threw the book in his hand, and slammed it heavily on the window, making a crisp sound that was very abrupt in the silent room.This is the first time he has not been able to control his emotions in such a big age.

He suppressed the irritability in his heart, stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips to relax, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he had returned to his indifferent appearance.

He looked up at the bookshelf, feeling complicated and unspeakable.

longevity.

A person's long life is such an ancient loneliness.He will live alone and watch everyone die in this world. What he loves, misses, and is reluctant to give up will all be wiped out, leaving only one person and a long eternal life.That is eternal life, endless loneliness.

Meng Yi stood quietly under the bookshelf for a while, reaching out and pulling out a new book from the shelf.

The opening is full of so-called alchemy, vitality, and immortality.Meng Yi stared at these words that he never dismissed, his eyes darkened.

He never believed in the so-called longevity, nor did he believe in the so-called medicine of immortality, he only believed in himself.