The mission of Kuai Chuan is to overthrow the emperor

As the days passed, Yan Ye gradually got used to waiting for Xiao Leng in the palace.

Although he hated it in his heart, he held the dagger in his hand and couldn't do it for a long time during countless nights when Xiao Leng was unprepared.

Maybe in his heart, the dead are already dead, even if Xiao Leng is killed.No one can be resurrected.

As for what Xiao Leng said, he could vaguely understand a little bit.He can even give up Miao Fen who is pregnant with his flesh and blood, which shows how determined he is.

Under such self-discovery, Yan Ye found that he didn't seem to resent Xiao Leng so much.

He seemed to completely regard himself as Xiao Leng's male favourite.

There is no longer any thought of restoring the country, no longer any thoughts of revenge.

Yan Ye thought, if he lives like this, why not?

Every time Yan Ye thinks of this, he can't help laughing at himself. All of this is a game that Xiao Leng has set up long ago, and he is just a pawn in the game, trying to stand side by side with him in vain, and trying to make up for his identity own grievances.

Xiao Leng looked at the sun outside, "What day is today?"

She Jun replied respectfully, "February [-]."

"It turned out that the dragon raised its head." Xiao Leng got up, "No wonder I feel that it is extraordinarily cold today."

She Jun frowned, "It's not very cold today."

Xiao sneered, "What I said was a cold heart."

"Your Majesty, what the hell are you..."

Xiao Leng's eyes were a little rosy, and he said to himself, "Should I send Xiao Guizi's wine?"

Li Mao raised his head that had been lowered all the time, "Your Majesty!"

She Jun was taken aback, "What are you doing..."

But after seeing Li Mao's pale face, he suddenly understood, and rushed to Xiao Leng's bedroom with Li Mao on his shoulders.

Xiao Leng looked at She Jun's back, and sat down on the dragon chair.

This dragon chair was smashed into pieces by Yan Ye.

He didn't ask anyone to repair or replace them, those wooden thorns had already been rounded by him.

But today, that round thorn pierced into Xiao Leng's palm.

"What is this?" Yan Ye frowned looking at the wine that Xiao Guizi was holding, wouldn't he put some medicine in it to make him uncomfortable?

Xiao Guizi's hands trembled a little, "Emperor...Young Master Yan, this is the wine specially prepared by the Emperor for his slaves, the name is 'Xue'."

"Snow?" Yan Ye frowned even more, and raised the wine glass, "Why, haven't you seen enough of Snow?"

But Xiao Guizi suddenly knelt down and dropped the plate on the ground, "Your Majesty, let this servant give you a ride!"

Xiao Guizi suddenly changed her address, and the smile on Yan Ye's face gradually faded, "Xiao Guizi, what did you say?"

Xiao Guizi cried, "I don't want the emperor to die in an unknown way. I begged Guard Xiao, but he insisted that I bring this wine. He personally took it out from the treasury."

Yan Ye turned pale, "Xiao Leng, are you going to kill me?"

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Guizi took two steps forward, "If you don't want to, you can throw the wine away, Guard Xiao said, he will only give you one glass of this wine, whether you drink it or not, he will only give you this one glass! "

Yan Ye held the wine and snorted, "Even if there is only one glass of wine, poison is not the only thing. If he wants to kill me, he can do it anytime, anywhere and for any reason. He probably wants me to go when he gave me this wine." Be decent."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Xiao Guizi hugged Yan Ye's leg, "Your Majesty, Guard Xiao didn't want to kill you. He didn't want to. When the slave saw his tears, he dripped them into the wine. Your Majesty, if you don't drink it, he won't." I will force you again! Those people’s memorials are nothing, those ministers’ criticisms are nothing! With Prime Minister Li and General She here, there will be no more disputes in the world, and no one will fight for the throne. Your Majesty, you can’t Die! You cannot die!"

Yan Ye only heard the sentence of Xiao Leng's tears dripping into the wine. Ever since he knew Xiao Leng, he didn't seem to see him cry. He always occupied the dominant position, and he always completed the The task that others can't complete, he has come to today step by step, maybe in Xiao Leng's eyes, it's because of someone's help, because he cast the net a long time ago, but in Yan Ye's eyes, he is so omnipotent, He is so strong and unyielding.

If so, even he would cry.

Then he must have made a decision that he had to make. If he had to make this decision that he had to make, then he would definitely die.

Xiao Guizi was still crying, and Yan Ye patted Xiao Guizi's head lightly. Xiao Guizi had always supported Xiao Leng's deformed relationship with him, so Xiao Guizi couldn't accept Xiao Leng's decision to kill him in the end.

So what if you can't accept it?

It's like I couldn't accept Huang Jie sending people to hunt down Xiao Leng, but I acquiesced to Huang Jie's actions again and again.

This may be the so-called reincarnation of cause and effect.

Yan Ye stood up holding the glass of wine, Xiao Guizi cried, "Your Majesty?"

Yan Ye walked to the window, "The same scenery looks different in different moods. I have seen snow for more than [-] years, but I only think that the snow in the twelfth lunar month last year is the most beautiful."

During the few days when it was snowing, Xiao Leng would carry him outside the hall to watch the snow every day.

Speaking of which, since he was brought back by Xiao Leng, he has never walked by himself. No matter he was going out or eating, Xiao Leng would hug him. At that time, in order to torture Xiao Leng, he complained of a stomachache from time to time. Xiao Leng put him in a special He said nothing on the toilet.

Yan Ye didn't want to admit that he liked the feeling of being hugged by him.

Thinking about it now, Xiao Leng was trying to make up for himself and try to satisfy all his requirements.

She Jun's call came from outside the hall, one after another, somewhat panting.

"Ye Ye! Ye Ye! Don't drink! Don't drink!"

Yan Ye raised the corner of his mouth and raised his wine glass.

A coolness soaked into the throat, and it really smelled like snow.

Xiao Leng sat on the ground and gently hugged Yan Ye into his arms, and buried his head tightly on Yan Ye's chest.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't kill him? What is it now!" She Jun asked loudly. Although he didn't consider Yan Ye to be his master, after all, Yan Ye had been his master before, after all, he had trusted him unconditionally , The power of the general was handed over to him. "Xiao Leng, if you killed him, will you kill us next?"

Li Mao pinched She Jun's arm, "She Jun!"

She Jun shook off Li Mao's hand, "Am I not right? He can kill even the person he likes, the person who is pregnant with his own flesh and blood, and the Xiaole he made is indirectly killed by him, so Aren't we the ones who are going to die next!"

She Jun threw the sword in his hand to the ground as he spoke, "You like killing people so much, why not just kill me! Following such a bloodless emperor makes my heart chill even in my dreams!"

Xiao Leng raised his head, tears fell drop by drop on Yan Ye's chest, "You will not die, after I die, you will have to choose a suitable monarch for me, the last emperor."

Seeing Xiao Leng's tears, She Jun's anger suddenly disappeared, leaving only a bleak scene.

He heard Xiao Leng talk about the future, and he knew that Xiao Leng didn't kill Yan Ye because of those memorials.

Thirty years later, Xiao Leng died.

Die alone.

For 30 years, Xiao Leng looked at the portrait he brought from Huaguo every day, every day.

Yan Ye in the portrait has red eyes, and Xiao Leng outside the portrait also has red eyes.

When Xiao Leng died, he had only one request, which was to bury Yan Ye's jade pendant with his name on it.