Song of Complaint: The Emperor's Heart is Unpredictable

Jingyang just looked at Chu Nan like this, lost in thought.Until Chu Nan's broken ravings woke him up.

Chu Nan's lips moved subconsciously, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

He seems to have had a particularly sad dream, because the expression on his face is very complicated.And a tear fell from the corner of his eye.Such Chu Nan Jingyang has never seen before, he will always act as a protector in front of him.

He was always in front of him when there was danger and never once got him hurt.

But now, the Chu Nan in this dream looked so fragile, so powerless, and so distressing.Jingyang couldn't help but want to reach out to smooth his frowning brows.

"Master...don't..." Chu Nan's rambling words gradually became choked up.

"Anan?" Jingyang called out tentatively, but no one responded to him.

He bent down and pressed his ear to it, trying to hear what Chu Nan was talking about.

The warm breath gently sprayed on Jingyang's neck, making it itchy.Moist lips pressed against Jingyang's ears.Jingyang felt that he must be too tired to bend over, otherwise why would he suddenly feel a little hot, and even sweated a little, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and tugging at the neckline.

From this angle, you can see Chu Nan's interlayer of clothes, and there seems to be something inside.Jingyang was a little curious, so he reached in and took out the thing.

It was the jade flute that he gave him when they first met.

"Since Brother Chu loves this pipe flute so much, it's not easy for my younger brother to win people's love. It's just that the subordinates are ignorant. No wonder Brother Chu has a large number of adults. I will give this flute to Brother Chu as a friend." At that time of parting, he just saw that Chu Nan seemed to like the flute so much, and the two of them got married because of the flute, so he gave him the flute.

Unexpectedly, he has kept it close to him for so many years.

"Master... Anan was wrong...don't be angry..." Chu Nan's sleep talk gradually became louder.

He remembered that on the first snowy night in winter that year, he drank wine with the young prince Qing Yang around the fire in Prince Qin's mansion. After drinking, he should have slept soundly. Look at the plum tree in full bloom in the courtyard.Heavy snow fell all over his head and body.

He let out a breath of cold air, rubbed his hands and was about to go back to the room to get a hand stove, but when he turned around, he froze on the spot.

A boy stood under the plum tree, with a pale face under the snow-white cloak and hood, which almost blended into the heavy snow.

"A'nan? Why is it you?" He had just mentioned Chu Nan to Qing Yang at night, but he never expected that Chu Nan would appear in Prince Qin's Mansion.Isn't he thousands of miles away in Jingxi?Jingyang closed his eyes, maybe he was really drunk.

"Jingyang, it's me. Didn't you say that if I stand by your side, you will get twice the result with half the effort? So, here I am." The person under the plum tree smiled slightly, and the cold wind that had blown just now seemed to become warm stand up.Jingyang was surprised for a moment, but soon joy occupied his face.

Just because of his unintentional words, he traveled thousands of miles to stand in front of him.

"But... didn't you say that senior Wu Yazi disliked his disciples participating in the court's political affairs the most?" Jingyang was a little hesitant, more worried, he didn't want Chu Nan to do something for him that would make him regret his whole life. "The reason why I revealed my identity to you is that I hope you think clearly and don't do things that you regret. I won't force you. Even if you refuse, we are still friends."

He really hoped that Chu Nan could help him. With Chu Nan's skills, he would have a better chance of winning in future tasks.But he sincerely regards Chu Nan as a friend, not simply a mule or a thug, so he wants Chu Nan to think clearly.

But Chu Nan didn't speak, but told Jingyang with firm eyes that he had made up his mind.

Jing Jing sighed, he is Chu Nan's friend, but first of all he is Yue Luo's fourth prince, a prince who is unwilling to sit still and die.So even if he only wanted to make friends with Chu Nan, it was still unavoidably linked to his interests.

He walked towards Chu Nan, wanting to punch him in the chest as before to express his decision.He was two steps away from reaching him, but he stopped abruptly.A trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of Chu Nan's mouth, and he knelt softly towards him, and he stretched out his hands to catch him, only to feel that his body was as cold as the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

At that time, Chu Nan was just like at this moment, crying out for Master in pain, and the wound on his chest seemed to be a sword wound. Jing Jing carefully looked at it, and the size of the wound was exactly the size of the sword he was wearing.And there was indeed blood on the sword...

Jingyang never asked what happened to him before that night. He knew that it was Chu Nan's deepest wound, and he could only wait for time to take it away.

Scarred, then forgotten.

"Master...I...I want to protect Jingyang...you just let me go..." Chu Nan's choked up and tears wet the wooden pillow...His hand wanted to reach out into the empty air, as if he wanted to grab Master's hand .A warm hand was placed in his palm and slowly tightened.

"Master is here." Jingyang held Chu Nan's hand and poured his true energy into him. After a while, Chu Nan fell into a deep sleep.No longer dreaming, but when Jingyang wanted to take his hand out, he held it tighter.

Jingyang smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to follow him and let him hold his hand.

He didn't want to admit that he didn't really want to take his hand out at this moment.Jingyang understood everything when he heard that dream.It turned out that Anan had lost so much because of him...

He looked at Chu Nan's handsome face. Chu Nan, who was sleeping soundly, was less cold, and instead looked a bit like a stubborn big boy who wanted candy. His face slowly recovered some rosiness, and his lips pursed slightly. , like dreaming of something delicious.

Jing Jing seemed to be possessed, and slowly bent down to print those two restless red lips, which were very hot and sweet.

Jingyang suddenly jumped up, and shook off Chu Nan's hand as if throwing off something dirty.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the thirst in his throat seemed to be smoking.What's wrong with me?He closed his eyes tightly to calm himself.

He has seen a lot of beauties, and Chu Nan may not be the best. Could it be that he is sick?Otherwise, why is your face so hot?

He hurried back to his couch, turned over and faced the carriage, closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to fall asleep, not daring to look back at Chu Nan again.