[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The hunter walked out through the secret passage in the dry well, as if there was no trace of the prey.

There is a long-abandoned Guanyin Temple in Qiushui Town.

In the Guanyin Temple, the Guanyin Empress is holding a jade bottle in her hand, the shrine has collapsed, and the incense has dissipated.

There is only one pair of eyes still gazing at all living beings in the world with compassion.

A bonfire was lit on the dry grass.

It was time for Chu Yu's eyes to change their medicine, but there was no clean gauze.

Chu Yu heard that Eleven tore the hem of his robe.

The young man felt unclean, pursed his thin lips, and looked worried, but he didn't say much after all.

The eyes were scribbled.

All the way to escape, even Chu Yu was exhausted.

Under the well of the Wang family is a granary.

They brought some food, which is now roasting on the campfire.

Even if a young man is an emperor, he can't pay attention to it when he is at the end of his life.

Later, Chu Yu tasted all the delicacies in the palace, but none of them tasted as good as the dark sweet potatoes that that person handed over when he was at the end of his life.Chu Yu recalled that most of the food that Eleven brought with him at that time was saved for him.

Bullying that he can't see things, he has never touched them.

The bonfire was reflected into the boy's tarnished pupils, and the boy's silhouette was clearly visible on the crumbling wall.

The boy suddenly said, "Eleven, does the wound still hurt?"

He laughed again, as if laughing at himself.

Eleven can't speak.

He had heard from Wang Shi that when he and Shi Yi were found, Shi Yi had an arrow wound on his back.

The young man groped towards the direction of Eleven and got closer, restrained Eleven's hand, groped and covered Eleven's back, and a hideous arrow scar appeared along the palm of his hand.

The people under him couldn't struggle with him, and being so suppressed by him, fine sweat broke out on their foreheads.

The boy's hand fell a little along the arrow scar to the waistline.

According to the unofficial historical records of later generations, Emperor Xuan had a thin waist.

The boy's breathing became a little heavier.

Did the man in the night have other thoughts like this one by one?

Split the soft body in the palm of your hand and see his eyes tearing up because of the pain?

The charming mind is like a beast that just breaks out of the ground.

The seeds had already been planted.

The boy's eyes darkened slightly, and he let go of the restraint.

Eleven slapped him right away, the young man heard the sound of the wind, stretched out his hand to block Eleven's slap, buried it on his shoulder and let out a chuckle.

"Your temperament is very similar to someone I know."

That human rights are all over the government and suppressed everywhere, he is the one who he can't wait to get rid of as soon as possible.

"What is he? The surname is Chu in this world."

In the firelight, although the boy was blind, he didn't see half of his dejected look, and he could vaguely glimpse the majesty and demeanor of the future.

At that time, Chu Yu was far from aware that his casual words would turn into bloody sharp knives.

Although that person is already impregnable.

It was windy at night, and the bonfire went out in vain.

Eleven leaned against the abandoned wall, and Chu Yu could hear his restless breathing.

The young emperor approached the young man, and his pair of blind eyes suddenly made people feel that there were thousands of deep feelings hidden.

Taking a closer look, it was still full of emptiness.

The boy's fingers groped and landed on Eleven's frowning brows.

What kind of nightmare was it that made the people around him unable to even fall asleep, their bodies trembling, and their foreheads icy cold?

The young man also gradually became sleepy, so he tilted his head on Eleven's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Like a vine that tightly binds a poplar tree.

The author says:

Author: Those who talk about small dark rooms and basements, won't your conscience hurt? (distressed)

Zhao Meiren: Let's lock it in, it's too annoying.

Author: How can you say this to a pure and weak girl?

Zhao Meiren: (kicks away)

King Qin: (kicks away)