The leader doesn't want to marry

On the snowy night of New Year's Eve, Ai Lihan hugged Wen Shuyang and slept all night, his strong body curled up into a small ball, and his chin rested on Wen Shuyang's shoulder, as if he had returned to the time when he was five or six years old in an instant. Hugging Wen Shuyang tightly, all he could do was mutter aggrievedly in his sleep: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

Ai Lihan's body was like a big furnace, clinging to him tightly, Wen Shuyang didn't close his eyes all night, his dark eyes stared at the bed curtain with intricate patterns, listening to the faint, struggling call in his ear, a long sigh drifted away in the darkness……

He gently touched the man's long spine all the way with his hand, rubbing it back and forth, like a father who is silent and full of secret love.Sure enough, the strong man gradually calmed down under this kind of coaxing caress, and the expression of entanglement and pain faded away bit by bit, leaving only peace and ease gradually...

I don't know if it was because Ai Lihan was too busy years ago, or because of Wen Shuyang's affairs, he was exhausted physically and mentally.After the New Year's Eve, he caught a severe wind and cold and lay on Wen Shuyang's bed without getting up.

When Wen Shuyang woke up the next day, he noticed the abnormal blush on Ai Lihan's face, frowned, hesitated for a moment, got out of bed with a sigh, put on his clothes, and asked the maid to call the doctor.

Ai Lihan was burnt out and murmured, his voice was so small and indistinct that he couldn't make out what he was saying.

Wen Shuyang took advantage of the time when all the maidservants were out and there was only the one patient with his eyes closed tightly, he quietly and tentatively put his hand on Ai Lihan's forehead.

Before the slender, jade-white fingers could be pulled back, they were suddenly grasped by a big, strong hand with well-defined joints.

Wen Shuyang was taken aback, he twitched a bit but didn't pull it away.Then he glanced at the lying person in amazement, and saw that Ai Lihan still had a painful expression on his face, as if he had fallen into some terrible nightmare, and his chapped lips called out inaudibly: "Senior brother..."

Looking at his appearance, he knew that his mind was still not clear, and Ai Lihan suddenly burst out with so much strength for some reason, and Wen Shuyang was flustered for a while with his hot palm.

But no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't pull back his hand. As soon as Wen Shuyang exerted force, the sick and stubborn man exerted even more force, his brows were almost knotted.

Wen Shuyang sighed, until the old doctor saw Ai Lihan's illness and prescribed a prescription to cook the medicine, Wen Shuyang's hand was still forced to nest in Ai Lihan's.

Wen Shuyang has been with Ai Lihan for nearly 20 years, and he has never been sick a few times.It has been said before that people who are not easily sick are much more serious than those who are often sick.

Ai Lihan is in such a state, he is as strong as a cow on weekdays, but this little wind and cold can't get rid of the heat no matter what, until the evening, he slowly opens a pair of burning red eyes .

As soon as Ai Lihan opened his eyes, he saw Wen Shuyang leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, his delicate face was peaceful, and he was still holding his hand 'tenderly'.

At that moment, Ai Lihan almost shed tears.

People who are sick are easy to be fragile and sensitive... Ai Lihan's body is cold and hot, and he is terribly uncomfortable. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he hadn't given him a good face for a long time, and he was holding him so tenderly like a senior brother who existed like air. With his hands in his hands and his face as handsome as jade, he felt that there were countless warm currents in his body rushing from his limbs to his heart, making that small heart overflow with unbearable emotion.

Ai Lihan always had a cold face on weekdays, outsiders said his blood was made of ice, and he had no emotion at all.In fact, Ai Lihan has it. How can a person not have the emotions and desires, but he seems to be born with less emotion than others, and he is even less good at expressing.And almost all the emotions of a cold-blooded person like him are given to the person in front of him, and the accumulation can also be described as the feeling of a flash flood.

Wen Shuyang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if something tiny had touched Ai Lihan's extremely fragile heart, making him tremble all over.

"Brother..." Ai Lihan blurted out, his voice hoarse with a hint of excitement.

Wen Shuyang's opened eyes soon became clear, and when he glanced at him, the first thing he did was to withdraw his hand.

Ai Lihan clenched his hands tightly, his dry lips parted, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, his fragile expression was seen in Wen Shuyang's eyes.

Something complicated flashed through Wen Shuyang's eyes, so fast that he didn't even notice it.He resumed his jade-like expression, and said coldly, "Let go."

Ai Lihan seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water suddenly, and felt his whole body was bone-chillingly cold.The fingers seemed to lose their strength, and they relaxed one by one, causing Wen Shuyang to be pulled back instantly by the hand he had held all day.

The maid came over with the medicine and wanted to feed him, but Ai Lihan snatched it away and drank it in one gulp. The extremely bitter medicine made him clear up a lot, and he remembered what happened, but Wen Shuyang's expression and words just now It still gave him a dull pain in his heart.

Ai Lihan rinsed his mouth with clean water, threw off the quilt on his body, and leaned on the bed with his elbows to get out of bed.

"Master, what do you want to tell the maidservant?" The maidservant with a clear face in a yellow embroidered jacket stepped forward to help him, but he waved her away.

"I'm going to another room, don't pass on the sickness..." Ai Lihan paused in the middle of speaking, the word 'senior brother' stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it.

Wen Shuyang stood aside, of course he immediately understood what he meant, but he pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Master, where are you going? The other rooms haven't been cleaned yet, it's as cold as a cellar, and you're still sick." The maid panicked anxiously, seeing that Ai Lihan still didn't seem to hear her words, Regardless of wanting to get out of bed, she couldn't help turning her gaze to Wen Shuyang, looking at him beggingly.

Wen Shuyang staggered away from the maidservant's pitiful and hopeful eyes, turned cruelly, and went out.

Ai Lihan looked at Wen Shuyang's back, as if all the strength in his body had disappeared, he called the maid to help him, and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Go to the study."

It wasn't until Ai Lihan had gone for a long time that Wen Shuyang came out of the small hall of Mozhuxuan. When he reached the door, he heard the lowered voice of two maids through the door: "How can anyone go to the study to recuperate? There is no charcoal fire, it is chilly, the young master's heart is too cruel."

The other maid's voice was lower, as if she didn't want to talk about the master's affairs behind her back. After a while, she couldn't help it, and said in a low voice: "The master treats the young master so well that he can't move him, young master... He is a man with a heart of stone..."

Wen Shuyang flashed his body, heard the footsteps of the two maidservants, and quickly returned to the hall.

Hard-hearted?

Wen Shuyang couldn't tell what it was like, it was bitter and astringent.

He, Wen Shuyang, was bestowed the title of "Young Master Jade" by his friends all over the world. Although his martial arts background is not top-notch, he treats his friends with sincerity and sincerity. He has friends all over the world. It is rare for anyone not to say that Wen Shuyang is a chivalrous man. true temperament.

But now, he was imprisoned in Tianxuanmen, and he was treated like this by two maidservants.

Could it be that Ai Lihan imprisoned him here with a wolfish heart and disregarded human relations, just because he was kind to him was called affectionate.And I just don't want to force a smile and flattery, is it called a hard heart?

Wen Shuyang felt it was extremely ridiculous, so he couldn't help laughing, but when he smiled, the mocking smile gradually changed, and a bitterness piled up at the corner of his mouth, spreading to the corners of his eyes and brow...

Thinking of Ai Lihan's cold weather, why bother to go to the study to recuperate from the cold?

Ai Lihan's feelings for him are so strong and so decisive, he can see clearly, but now that the two of them are in such a field, how can it be possible for him to pretend that nothing has happened?

Even if Ai Lihan didn't do the things that made him anxious and completely hurt the friendship between the two, Wen Shuyang might not agree to him.He feels sorry for Ai Lihan and has feelings for Ai Lihan. If the two of them are like brothers in a deep valley, Wen Shuyang thinks he can accept it.But let him and Ai Lihan be like husband and wife... He felt like there was a huge hurdle in his heart, and he couldn't get over it no matter what.

Wen Shuyang sat on the chair for a long time, his head was in a mess, and he found countless high-sounding reasons to suppress himself to think about Ai Lihan recuperating in the study alone.

After the two maidservants walked past him with the things and sent them to Ai Lihan in the study, Wen Shuyang stood up unsteadily, and walked into the bedroom with sloppy footsteps.

Unsteady, Wen Shuyang almost stumbled with his left foot and his right foot. Before he fell, he reflexively pushed the maroon cabinet with rare treasures on the wall facing the bed.

Before Wen Shuyang stood still, there was a "creaking" sound, and the maroon cabinet moved back slowly, revealing a door that was only wide enough for one person.

Wen Shuyang stared blankly at the sudden situation in front of him, knowing that he accidentally touched the switch of the secret room.

Such a secret room is not surprising.Many martial arts people have this and that secret room in their homes, where they put things they think are treasures.Some people also opened up secret passages to escape in case of emergency.But the latter case is very rare.

Ai Lihan's bedroom has a secret room, and Wen Shuyang knew about it a long time ago.A long time ago, Ai Lihan suggested to show him, but Wen Shuyang refused.

A secret room, a room filled with secrets, isn't it the same as seeing someone else's secret?Wen Shuyang didn't have that kind of curiosity.

It's just that I didn't know that after a few years, I actually discovered Ai Lihan's secret room under such circumstances.

Wen Shuyang hesitated at the door for a while, and wanted to close it, but a thought came to his mind, what if there is a secret passage leading to the outside?Can't you just leave?

Wen Shuyang supported the stone door and thought for a while, and saw a faint light coming from inside, so he took a step and walked into the secret passage.

After going down a few steps, the light inside came out.It turned out that along the long and narrow passage, fist-sized night pearls were placed in the grooves supported by the stone pillars on both sides, illuminating the secret passage as if it were daytime.

Wen Shuyang walked in, and soon saw the huge stone room, and walked in.

The huge stone room was half the size of the Black Bamboo Pavilion, with cyan engraved pictures that could not be seen on the four walls, boxes of gold, silver and jewels were stacked together, occupying most of the room.Wen Shuyang finally understood why people in the Jianghu said that Tianxuanmen was as rich as an enemy, and the wealth alone was more than Wen Shuyang could imagine in his life.Those priceless treasures were randomly piled up on the ground, just like broken copper and iron that other people's houses don't want.

For someone like Wen Shuyang who never valued money, he couldn't take his eyes off seeing so many treasures at first glance.

Wen Shuyang glanced over the stacked scrolls, calligraphy and paintings, thinking to see if there was any secret passage leading to the outside, and saw that the entire wall was empty, and there was a blue jade-carved box underneath.

As he approached, Wen Shuyang carefully looked at the rows of small vertical bars painted on the wall, and what kind of sharp tool was used to carve them on the solid stone wall.It shows the improvement of the skill of the person who carved these.

"In the 56th year of the Qin Dynasty, the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month."

The date is marked in small characters behind the top row of small vertical bars.Wen Shuyang felt familiar, then looked down, and found that there was a date behind each row of small vertical bars of different lengths.

In the 56th year of the Yuan Dynasty, that is, last year, the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month... It seemed to be the day when he left Tianxuanmen to go to Ten Thousand Corpse Island.Wen Shuyang's heart seemed to be scalded by scalding boiling water, and he felt unbearably anxious all of a sudden.

Looking down the rows of small vertical bars, each date seems to be the time when the two separated, and then the small vertical bars record how many days, dating back more than ten years ago...

Wen Shuyang's thin body was hidden in the blue robe, he lowered his head and forcefully opened the priceless sapphire box, those familiar and old things were directly drawn into his eyes, making Wen Shuyang's eye sockets moist in an instant.

The bamboo flute he made for Ai Lihan himself when he was young, the black iron dagger he gave him on Ai Lihan's birthday, the small teapot that they used to drink tea in the Sacred Valley...all kinds of things that carry the memories of the two of them. Neatly put them in the box, and put them in the most important place in this secret room...

After the shock in Wen Shuyang's heart, it gradually turned into a great pain.

How deep is Ai Jiu's affection for herself...