The full-level boss crosses into the Three Kingdoms

Spring has passed and autumn has come, and another 12 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Xun Yu's hair was completely white, and he staggered around the former Marquis of Wu'an's mansion on crutches. Beside him was Xun You, who was also not young, and behind him were a few attendants who prevented them from falling.In these years, this mansion has not been reassigned by Liu Xie, probably because its former owner killed too much, and everyone feels it is unlucky.

In these years, he has sent people to clean and repair, and put the things that the boy didn't take away in the same place, as if the owner is still there, just went out and will come back soon.

Things are not people.

Xun Yu stopped to take a breath. After all, he was over seventy years old, and he couldn't stay the same as before.He has often come here these years, but he has never stayed overnight. Firstly, he is not in compliance with the etiquette system.

But today is different, he wants to stay here.

There seemed to be a premonition in his heart that he was going to leave, and he would never see that vile boy again.

He looked up at the cool autumn sun, and smiled softly, "Gongda, I thought Yuan Zhuo never lied."

Xun You's nose was sour, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned his head away.

"Yuan Zhuo is always like this," Xun Yu smiled fondly, "He always deliberately bullies others. I still remember 12 years ago, when he said he would come to pick me up, but there was no news for 12 years."

Probably because of that elder brother, that person would not be willing to let his Yuan Zhuo come here!

Xun Yu slowly walked into the master's bedroom of the Hou Mansion, looked sideways at Xun You, "Gongda, let Yuan Zhuo and I be alone for a while! Come back tomorrow, and I will go back to Yanzhou with you."

Xun You was taken aback for a moment, hesitated to speak, and finally bowed his sleeves, looked at him worriedly, turned and left.

Xun Yu pushed open the door and entered the master bedroom. The decorations in this bedroom have never been touched, and it is warm and cozy. As soon as he entered the door, memories from many years ago rushed to him. He thought it was 32 years, how many feelings and memories Few will be forgotten, but they will last forever.

He lay quietly on the big bed, put down the bed curtain, and stretched out his hand to touch his side, as if a young man with a slightly hypothermic temperature had slipped into his arms and made trouble obediently.

In the middle of the night, the lamp oil was burned out, the lamp faltered, and suddenly went out.

At the same time, separated by distant time and space, in a bedroom in the main building of Pei's house, Pei Jing suddenly woke up, raising his arms to grab something, "Wen Ruo!"

His heart was cold, and he was panting uneasily. The dream seemed to indicate something ominous. He raised his hand to hold the side of his face, and tucked his long hair behind his ears a little.

"Xiaojing." Qinggui's deep voice sounded, Pei Jing looked along, and saw Pei Sheng sitting on the edge of the bed quietly looking at him for an unknown how long.Maybe it was the dream that frightened him too much. Seeing Pei Cheng, he immediately felt at ease. He turned around and hugged Pei Cheng relyingly, "Brother, I had a nightmare just now...it scared me."

Pei Cheng paused, looked down at the young man, and raised his arms to embrace him.

How long has it been... Ever since the young man figured out the secret in his heart, for 12 years, the young man has not taken the initiative to hug him.The restless young man in his arms made his heart calm down, and his jealousy seemed to be temporarily dispelled, as if this one hug had been worth years of extremely painful days and nights. Back, stroking the long black hair, comforting, "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

It was the same way many years ago, the elder brother hugged the younger brother and coaxed the younger brother to sleep.

This inexplicably recovered way of getting along made Pei Jing feel very at ease, as if he had returned to the first 20 years of his life, Pei Cheng gently kissed his long hair, "Sleep, brother is with you."

Pei Jing rubbed his neck, looking a little sad, he vaguely guessed the meaning of that dream, unknown, death... He took a deep breath, looked up at Pei Cheng, "Brother, I..."

"Huh?" Pei Cheng lowered his head and met those eyes. The voice in the boy's nightmare before made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He knew exactly what his Xiaojing wanted, but he was not willing to give it.

He got Xiaojing's name, he saved Xiaojing's life through untold hardships, and he grew up watching Xiaojing for more than 300 years.

His younger brother, with his brand all over his body, how could he be taken away by an outsider?

Pei Jing looked at him and pursed his lips slightly, "I remember that the family seems to have released a new aircraft, I want to play with that."

"No, that one hasn't been tested yet." Pei Cheng rubbed his head, "I'll show Xiaojing after the test is finished, okay?"

Pei Jing nodded slightly, "...OK."

Look, his brother is thinking of someone else.

Pei Sheng lowered his eyes to hide the jealousy in his eyes, and when he looked up again, he was gentle again. He took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and poured out a pill, "This is the sleeping pill that I usually take, take a pill to sleep well. .”

He covered the boy with a quilt, patiently waited for him to fall asleep, his eyes deepened inch by inch, and he lowered his head and rolled on those lips.

Under the moonlight, sitting and lying down, the man looked at the young man with extreme cherishment, his heartbeat was disordered along with the chaotic emotions, and he just lay down beside the young man, with one hand around the young man's waist, and the other rubbing his neck, leaning over Kissing that part of the neck lightly, it seemed like they were in love with each other.

"Xiao Jing," he called softly, "I remember a saying in the ancient earth period, called 'thinking by day, dreaming at night'." His slender fingers pinched the boy's chin, and couldn't help but force, "You say , you didn't miss him?"

He bit the boy's earlobe, pressed him softly and domineeringly, and licked his lips unconsciously. This was the first and most intimate time with his Xiao Jing in many years.

...he stole it.

Pei Cheng smiled lowly, got up and sat up straight, sat in the wheelchair and left the room - if he couldn't help a certain thought, his Xiaojing would be scared away, that's not okay.

The slender fingers were tightly clenched, blood slowly falling, he gritted his teeth with hatred, that ancient man stole Xiaojing's heart, he had to get that heart back.

Cecil appeared beside him, looking down respectfully, "Patriarch, there is some news you may need to know."

Pei Cheng looked coldly at the bloody fist, "Say."

"That person is dead." Cecil said flatly.

Pei Cheng paused, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, stretched out his hand for him to bandage, his brows were brightened, "It's really good news."