Prince is a slave

There was a moment of confusion.After a pause, he said: "...General Commander Shi, you..."

"You are here to catch me, General Lin." Yi Xin stared at Yin Tong's pale face and said softly, "I know, you will find me sooner or later."

As he spoke, he smiled faintly, leaned over, and pressed a soft kiss on the lips of the young man who had been dead for a long time: "Xiao Tong, wait, I'll accompany you..."

Tears rolled down the boy's cheeks along the lines of laughter.

Yi Xin staggered up from the cold floor, walked up to Yin Mo, and said to her: "Xiaotong has been sick for several years, and has never gone downstairs. After I leave, you burnt, and his ashes are scattered in the wind, and then he can go wherever he pleases, and he is free."

"Yi Xin, you—"

But he ignored her, went straight to Lin Ruizhe, and said very calmly: "General Lin, I killed the man, let him deal with it."

The soldiers wanted to put shackles on Yi Xin, but Lin Ruizhe glanced at the cold corpse on the bed, then at Yin Mo, who was pale, and waved his hands: "Stand back."

When they walked out of the house, Iroka was still kneeling on the stairs, his golden bangs hanging down, covering half of his face.

Yi Xin walked up to him, bent down to help him up, and said softly, "...Brother..."

"..." Iroka looked into his eyes, but couldn't speak.

"Brother, I'm leaving, don't make mother sad." Yi Xin's eyes were red, like a bunny. Yi Luojia is a person who rarely has real feelings, but now he is very blocked in his heart. For some reason, he just Suddenly he remembered the child who played hide-and-seek with him in the compound, accidentally tripped over the edge of the flower bed, and cried unscrupulously, his eyes turned red.

Those years when there was no need to cover up, when one could see through one's mind at a glance, are really gone forever.

Iroca turned his face away, unwilling to look at him again.

Yi Xin managed to manage a smile, said goodbye to him, then turned and left with Lin Ruizhe.

After they all went downstairs, Yi Luojia looked down from the railing and chased after his younger brother. To his surprise, Yi Xin walked so calmly. He had an illusion that this person had already died, and now It's just a ray of wandering soul residing in the world, carelessly floating up from the underworld, and making a final break with the ties to the world.

He watched Yi Xin's figure disappear into the glaring white light outside the door, as if he was running towards a bright and safe tomb, and then everything ended so naturally.

Ten days later, Yi Xin's execution took place at Elbeplatz.

Misappropriating public funds and killing officers, according to Elbe's law, Yi Xin should be cut in half.

In the bleak autumnal square, crowds of onlookers gathered early in the morning. People were pointing and talking about the young man on the execution platform. Yi Xinquan pretended not to hear him. He sat quietly on the execution platform with clear eyes. Looking thoughtfully at the high blue sky.

Cloudless.

The horn of execution sounded, and the first glow was like blood.

A familiar tung flute song suddenly sounded in the distance, sobbing like a whimper, but empty like the wind.

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Don't forget, Tao Lixi head provokes the moonlight.

Don't forget, the red medicine bridge tells the heart.

Don't forget, ten nights of rain make people old.

Don't forget, a bean green lantern guards the empty hall.

Taixi is nothing but a dream in the world, stealing a floating life to sacrifice yellow beams.

When Yan returns to the lonely grave, I only want to drink a cup of wine from Yiren.

Last night, when the flowers were blowing and the snow was blowing, weeping and suspecting that the old man fell into a dream.

Wangchuan never forgets the contract of life and death, Huang Quan can interpret this sentiment.

"Forget the river, never forget the deed of life and death...Xiaotong, Xiaotong..." Yi Xin listened to this familiar Tawu song by the wind, and followed the sound. Under the plane tree in the distance, Yin Mo put down the tung flute, turned and left .

Yi Xin closed his eyes slowly, letting the wind wash over his face, and then smiled gently.

When the strong wind blew, a kit bag left by Yin Mo on the ground was wide open, and the gray ashes inside flew up, soaring up to the sky, crossing the noisy crowd, and scattered like new snow on the execution platform.

Yi Xinshu opened his palm, narrowed his eyes, and watched the ashes leaking through his palm——

Last night, when the flowers were blowing and the snow was blowing, weeping and suspecting that the old man fell into a dream.

"Execution!"

A song of admiration, once accompanied by the pale and soft fingers of the young man on the Yiren building, and then he met him, a song of admiration turned into a song of lovesickness, lovesickness went deep, became a pain that penetrated to the bone, formed a Desperate, with a thin face.

A song of lovesickness finally turned into an endgame, and those hastily ended passionate feelings were ruined on the fingertips, on the flute hole, and on the chilly autumn wind.

In the end, he knelt before his sick bed, his admiration faded, his lovesickness faded away, his heart was empty, and his loneliness was boundless. In the sound of his flute, there was only a hoarse song "Li Shang".

"Xiaotong, I'm here to see you..."

Yi Xin murmured softly to the tiny ashes stuck in her palm, and then pressed her palm to her chest.

"So, don't hate me..."

Yi Luojia, who was on the execution ground's official seat, pursed his thin lips tightly, and stared at Yi Xin with a pair of dark blue eyes, but there was no focus in those eyes, and he was almost absent-minded.

"..." Su Yue stood beside him, hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand, paused, and finally put it lightly on his shoulder.

"Let's go." He told him softly.

Yi Luojia nodded, turned and left together with Su Yue, they walked farther and farther among the crowd until they disappeared, the horizon was splashed with blood-like scarlet, and the salty wind poured into the sleeves, making people's muscles and bones chill .

This is the first autumn in Suyue to Elbe, and it is extremely cool.

That night, it was rare for Yi Luojia not to come to see Su Yue. Old Liu said that he went to bed early, but Su Yue saw that the light in his room was still on, and the dim light shone on the window paper, vaguely outlining a pattern. A vague shadow, sitting at the table, lost in thought for a long time.

Su Yue originally thought that he was crying, but he walked up the steps and knocked on his door lightly. When Yi Luojia opened the door, he realized that he was wrong.

A man should not shed tears easily, no matter when he is outside or alone, even if the weight of the whole world is on his back, even if his heart is filled with bitter and depressive pain, he should not cry, he does not want to cry .

So Iroka didn't cry, he just leaned against the door frame quietly, the candlelight hit his elegant face, but he no longer wore his usual smile.

However, Su Yue felt that Yi Luojia at this time was more real than ever before.

"... What's the matter?" He asked him softly, his voice was hoarse and nice.

Su Yue looked at him, hesitated for a while, then lowered his eyelashes, and said slowly: "No, it's really nothing... just want to ask if you are free... I... want to go out for a walk with you."

17

17. Relatives, lovers...

On the brightly lit Yuya Street, Yi Luojia and Su Yue walked side by side. The autumn night was windy, and the sycamore trees on both sides of the road were blown and swayed, mixing together like the sound of the tide.

"Aren't you going to take his bones back?" Su Yue asked with his head lowered, looking at the bluestone road under his feet.

Iloga hummed, paused for a moment, and said: "In our Elbe, the graves of those who have been executed cannot be erected. Their corpses will be discarded in the barren mountains, and they will become wandering mountain ghosts after death. exceptions can be made."

He stepped on the fallen leaves, and the sea drooped: "I can't save him."

They chatted one after another, and walked to the Yiren Building unknowingly. They were slightly surprised that Yin Tong had a new funeral, but the Yiren Building was still open as usual. Below is the sound of the harp and the pipa of the actor and singer, and the soft words.

Yi Luojia's eyes dimmed, and he turned around, his handsome face was tightened, and the corners of his lips seemed to be filled with displeasure.Su Yue followed his pace, and his tone couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or relief: "Didn't Ping Xijue say that he was an unintentional person? They continue to do their flesh and blood business, why should you mind too much. Those who have gone have already Go, but the living will continue to live, you have to let them earn enough money to live."

"That's different." Yi Luojia frowned, "That's different, he is my younger brother, Su Yue, he is not just a passerby, or a bed partner who becomes a stranger after a night of lingering, I Can't stop caring about him."

Su Yue said lightly: "... I thought you wouldn't care about anyone."

Yi Luojia shook his head: "Su Yue, he is my relative."

"Dear ones?" Su Yue sneered coldly, "What are relatives?"

Iroca did not speak.

Su Yue stopped, put his hands on Yi Luojia's chest, and said softly: "Ping Xijue, do you think you have no heart? Do you know that I can get entangled with my father for my own selfishness? , can plot to kill my elder brother, I will not be deeply affectionate just because the same blood flows in our bodies."

"...But you are different." After a pause, he looked into Iroka's eyes and muttered, "Ping Xijue, you are a family man, and those who have a family will not be unintentional."

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Iroka narrowed his eyes.

"No, I don't think you need my sympathy." Su Yue said, "And I'm not qualified to sympathize with you. Yiluojia, I'm telling the truth."

"..." Yi Luojia stared at him, and after a while, he said softly, "Su Yue, you still don't understand me enough."

Su Yue was silent for a while, then smiled: "But who among us can really understand who?"

Yi Luojia was startled, yes, who can really understand whom?He watched Yi Xin grow up from a young age, and thought that the child's every move was under his nose. He thought that any of Yi Xin's thoughts could not escape his eyes. He even naively thought that Yi Xin was like a girl in front of him. It is made of crystal, clear and clean, without