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The age is sophisticated and stable.He looked back at Zuoqiujie and Fusheng who were standing there with puzzled faces, and said calmly, "This rare friendship may be more important than Jiangshan."

Ten years later, when Chu You recalled this sentence, he never regretted it.

And those things that happened, like flashing dreams, are all buried in the dust of the years, some are wiped out, and some are lingering.

Happy times are always short and memorable.

The first time Zuo Qiujie sneaked into the place where Fusheng practiced kung fu was when he was eight years old. He was curious about it for a long time, but now he found the door of the kung fu room open and sneaked in directly.

After entering, it was dark, only the roof was shining like a star, twinkling and twinkling.

"Third brother?" He only felt that this place was really weird, so he tried to call out, but the only response was silence.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound, coming from the innermost corner, as delicate as a rat in a granary devouring.

"Third brother?"

There was still no response, so he simply stepped forward and trot inside.

When he got closer to the sound, he suddenly felt his face hit a door, and he reached out to open the door, and the scene inside made him scream.

I saw Fusheng's body hanging in mid-air, covered with a moon-white formation around him, strange and bizarre, and several human corpses stuck to the barrier points on the formation.

"Third, third brother woo woo woo woo..." Zuo Qiujie cried out in fright, his body limp on the ground all of a sudden.

Fusheng sensed that someone was coming in, so he put away his illusion and landed on the ground. When he walked in, he didn't have much expression on his face, and asked in a serious manner, "What's the matter, fourth brother?"

Zuo Qiujie was so frightened that he backed away again and again, his voice trembling with tears, it was very pitiful: "Third brother... you, murder..."

Fusheng looked back, only then remembered the illusion he used just now, and explained: "It's an illusion."

Zuo Qiujie was stunned for a long time without trying to understand what was going on, sniffed, and continued to cry with aggrieved mouth: "Third Brother, the villain, woo woo woo..."

He braced himself up and hurried away from this terrible place, but unexpectedly, he sprained his ankle and sat straight on the ground, crying even more miserably.

Seeing this, Fusheng sighed helplessly, and stepped forward to help him up, but Zuoqiujie yelled in horror, and moved back again and again, ignoring the injury of his ankle: "Woooooo, third brother, you bastard... …do not come!"

Fusheng is not good at interacting with people, he frowned slightly, took Zuoqiujie aside and set up a protective barrier: "You wait here for a while, I want to practice."

Zuoqiu Jie opened his eyes, and sat on the ground not daring to vent his breath. When he saw that Fusheng was about to start practicing again, he quickly closed his eyes in fright.While looking down, he suddenly saw a book with a yellow cover in the corner, so he took it over and looked at it curiously.

This book is already old, it seems to be an ancient book, and it contains words that he can't understand.Zuo Qiujie raised his eyes cautiously to look at Fusheng, and saw that he was concentrating on practicing and didn't pay attention to him, so he quietly hid the ancient book in his clothes, then sat on the ground with his mouth pouted and sulked.

I don't know how long it took until Zuo Qiujie fell asleep while sitting up, and then he felt that there seemed to be light in front of his eyes. When he opened it, he saw Chu You, who looked helpless, walking out with him in his arms.

"Second brother." He smiled, wrapped his arms around Chu You's neck and said.

"What are you doing in the third brother's practice room?" Chu You sighed.

"I'm curious."

"Don't disturb the third brother's practice in the future, you know?"

"Understood." Zuo Qiujie agreed, completely forgetting about the ancient book just now.

"You sprained your foot, I'll take you to the imperial physician." Chu You hugged him into the sedan chair as he spoke, and warned, "Don't be so playful in the future."

"I'm not playful, it's been a long time before I can enter the palace to see my second brother." Zuo Qiujie reasoned.

"Okay." Chu You patted his head, then picked up the unfinished green bamboo skeleton that was placed in the sedan chair and continued to fiddle with it. His hands shuttled through the delicate arrangement very skillfully.

Zuo Qiujie looked curiously, so he leaned over and said:

"What is the second brother doing?"

Chu You glanced at him, smiled softly and said, "Bamboo dragonfly, fourth brother likes it very much?"

"Well, can my second brother give me one?"

"Of course." Chu You laughed, showing his white teeth: "After this is done, the first one will be given to the fourth brother."

"Thank you, second brother!" Zuo Qiujie became happy, and stepped forward to hug Chu You.

"You bastard," Chu You said as he held him firmly in his arms, "You really don't look like General Zuoqiu's son."

Mentioning Zuo Qiuhai, Zuo Qiujie's eyes dimmed: "Daddy only made me do my homework and practice martial arts, and never played with me..."

"General Zuoqiu is very busy." Chu You explained in a warm voice, "And the fourth brother should grow up, and he will be as majestic as General Zuoqiuhai in the future, won't he?"

Zuo Qiujie looked at him, then shook his head and lowered himself silently.

Seeing that it was funny, Chu You stroked his tied black hair: "When the fourth brother grows up, he will marry a virtuous wife and start a family and a career like the eldest brother."

Zuo Qiujie raised his head suddenly, their faces almost collided, and they were both a little dazed.

"Will the second brother get married too?"

Chu You laughed, pinched his face and said, "That's natural."

Zuo Qiujie heard the silence, his small face stiffened, his brows furrowed, he bit his lip and said nothing.

"Don't fourth brother want to get married?" Chu You thought he was throwing a temper tantrum at a child, so he raised his face and asked.

"I don't want to." Zuo Qiujie looked at Chu You, those dark eyes seemed to see through him, not at all like the eyes a child should have.

That kind of love tinged with infatuation, even Zuo Qiujie himself didn't notice Chu You at the beginning.

"Why don't you want to? Let me guess," Chu You said amusedly, "The fourth brother is afraid that the bride will not be as good looking as him, isn't he?" After speaking, he burst out laughing.

"No." Zuoqiu Jie pouted, he didn't know what happened to him at the age of eight, he just didn't want to marry a wife: "I don't want to marry a wife, I want to be with my second brother."

Chu You was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "Why are you talking so stupidly?"

When the sedan chair stopped, Chu You picked up Zuo Qiujie and walked down. The latter hugged Chu You's neck tightly and murmured persistently, "I don't want to marry a wife, I don't want to."

"Hey, let's look at the foot injury first." Chu You patted him on the back, and then walked steadily towards the imperial infirmary.

Who would have thought that the nonsense back then was actually true.

Chastity for 19 years.

"Your Majesty!"

The bloodless young man was kneeling on the ground in single clothes, his dark eyes were empty and desperate, he felt a gust of wind behind him, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

The whip marks splashed a gash on his back, which was shocking on the white skin, and the bright red trickled down and dripped on the ground, making the sound ear-piercing.

Zuo Qiuhai stared closely at his son kneeling on the ground, his ruthless face was covered with ice and snow.He raised his hand to signal the servant to continue.The servant glanced hesitantly at Zuo Qiujie who was kneeling on the ground, but still hindered by his master's majesty, he swung his whip again, tearing his skin open.

"Woo..." Zuoqiu Jie grunted in pain, clutching the hem of his clothes tremblingly, enduring the severe pain on his back.

"Evil barrier." Zuo Qiuhai said coldly, the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Do you know how ridiculous it is?!"

Zuo Qiujie shook his head, but was so painfully whipped that he almost fainted.He shook his body, put one hand on the ground, and murmured: "My child... I don't think... it's ridiculous..."

Chang Guang, who was standing by the side, saw that he was still talking like this, and couldn't help but anxiously stepped forward to dissuade him, but because of Zuo Qiuhai's despotic power, he could only watch the boy he brought up suffer as he was punished, and couldn't help closing his eyes. Eyes, I can't bear to look at them.

Zuo Qiuhai sneered, and waved his hand to signal the servant to continue beating, "Is it ridiculous to like men?!"

Zuo Qiujie closed his eyes tightly, his face approached the color of paper following the blows of the whip, as if it was about to crumple and collapse in the next second.His kneeling legs were shaking, and even his clenched teeth were trembling, and his whole body could no longer twitch without resorting to the whip.

This whipping was ingenious, it neither hurt the internal organs nor left scars, but it could make the recipient feel extremely painful, which shows that Zuo Qiuhai had already figured out how to punish him physically.

"Boy...just like...Second brother..." Zuo Qiujie, who was only fourteen years old, still refuted with a clear head even though the pain was in his bones.

"You still call him the second brother." Zuo Qiuhai said coldly, his eyes were as deep as the bottom of the sea, but now there were unspeakable waves, and he told the past: "Do you know that the Chu family has a deep blood feud with us?"

Zuoqiu Jie paused, and reluctantly raised his eyes to look at his father, with a puzzled look on his face.

"You are so ignorant, how could you know that Chu Kong was so ruthless when your mother gave birth to you?!" Zuo Qiuhai slapped the desk, and suddenly stepped forward to pull up Zuo Qiujie who was kneeling on the ground—the latter His body was as limp as a puddle of mud, and his entire weight was on Zuo Qiuhai's arms.

"Isn't the emperor... famous for his kindness..." Zuo Qiujie was dragged by him, and he felt the wounds all over his body burn, accompanied by the pain spreading from the place where the blood flowed, trying to melt him as ashes,

"Benevolence..." Zuo Qiuhai sneered after reading this, and shouted up to the sky: "Chu Kong, Chu Kong, you are such a hypocrite! You deceived the world and thought you could deceive me?"

He dragged Zuo Qiujie to a painting, which was a picture of mountains and rivers like fairy and mist that he personally drew for his beloved wife.Zuoqiu Jie's biological mother is from the Western Regions, and has longed for this beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. He has always told her that when the child is born, he must take the whole family on a trip to the south of the Yangtze River.

"Jie'er, remember, our Zuoqiu family and the Chu family are inseparable." He suddenly pulled Zuoqiu away.