Prince is a slave

After swallowing this sentence, Su Yue repeated it in disbelief, staring at Ye Yun's face suspiciously.

Today's joke is too cold.

But this time Ye Yun was not joking with Su Yue, Yi Luojia was really assassinated.

To say that Yi Luojia is a clever, powerful and skilled general, even if his face looks softer, but his strength and fighting skills are not compromised at all. Perhaps the assassin had already been cut to pieces before even touching his sleeves.

And with this ability, the person who assassinated Iroja...

Su Yue suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and he didn't dare to think about it any further.He asked with a pale face, "Then... how is he doing now?"

"It was rumored that Ping Xijue is fine, he just suffered a slight injury, he will recover after a few days of recuperation."

Su Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but Ye Yun continued: "...But, this is just an excuse for the king to order to stabilize the hearts of the people internally and to confuse the neighbors externally. In fact, the dagger happened to stab Ping Xijue in the On the heart, Ping Xijue lost a lot of blood, the wound was too deep, and he was completely unconscious. Even if the best imperial doctor tried his best to hold him, it would only be a delay. God."

Su Yue froze, staring at Ye Yun in a daze, his Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't speak.

Ye Yun was still talking to him, but he didn't seem to be able to hear clearly, only the sentence "Ping Xijue probably won't be able to last for a few days" hovered in his ear like a vulture, with its wings casting huge, lifeless shadows.

The pear blossoms in the courtyard are like new snow melting in the sun, falling from the branches and floating on the lake, shining white light, which hurts the corners of people's eyes.

"Clap clap clap."

The copper ring on the gate of Pingxi Jue Mansion was knocked hastily.

Cui Niang, whose almond-shaped eyes were red and swollen from crying, opened the door a crack, without even seeing the person coming, she said hoarsely and numbly: "Pingxi Jue Mansion refuses visitors, please go back."

Su Yue took off the hood of the cloak, grabbed the woman who was about to turn around and left, and said, "Cui Niang, it's me."

Cuiniang slowly raised her head and looked at Su Yue through her red and swollen eyes. It took a long time before she came to her senses, and finally there was a wave of fluctuation on her pale face: "...is...you?"

There was a strong smell of herbs in Pingxi Palace. Cui Niang led Su Yue to Yi Luojia's bedroom. Along the way, Su Yue saw many new faces. Their clothes were all embroidered with complicated totems. A servant sent from the palace.

"It's useless for you to go to see him... My lord has been half-conscious all the time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to say a few words to you..." Cui Niang led Su Yue to Yiluojia while talking In front of the room, the door was gently pushed open, "If you have anything to say, just tell him...I'll leave first..."

Su Yue walked in, a few lamps were lit in the room, and the light was controlled very softly. In the corner, a small bronze lotus incense burner was emitting a hazy and unique fragrance. Su Yue's brother Wang was weak and sick when he was a child. Incense is also often burned, and Su Yue can smell it, which is a kind of precious spice used to numb pain.

This spice is very harmful. Although it can calm the mind and relieve pain, if it is smoked too much, it will destroy the normal perception of the body, and it will cause weakness in the limbs within a few days, and it will be paralyzed and disabled.

Therefore, most people would not ignite this spice unless they had to.

Su Yue walked towards the bed carved with huanghuali carvings, where a thick brocade quilt was covered, and a red Firefox velvet blanket was covered on the quilt.Because there were so many things covered, it was not easy to see Iroja who was lying quietly under the quilt. It was not until Su Yue stood still by the couch that he saw his handsome face.

It's just that he is no longer joking and cynical as in the past, doing everything with an absent-minded and lazy look, calm and calm all day long.

Those crystal-clear and bright eyes against the light are closing tiredly at the moment, and the corners of the pursed mouth are still alive, but they are extremely pale.

Su Yue sat down beside his couch, stared blankly at this familiar face, and looked at every detail, including a little dried blood on his hair. Neither was found on blonde hair.

He looked at Iloka with some doubts, didn't speak, and didn't make any other movements, just stared at it like this.

It's so strange, obviously a few days ago, he was still smiling happily at the gate of the Liyuan, but now he is lying here like a corpse, looking like he is dying.

"Iroka, are you kidding me?"

Su Yue asked him in confusion, then stretched out his hand and tentatively squeezed Iloka's face.

icy cold.

But it is still soft, and the touch is as delicate as water.

"Iroca?"

He called his name cautiously again, then waited patiently for his response.

After waiting for a long time, the man was still lying peacefully in the quilt without moving.

Su Yue turned his head and looked at the door subconsciously. Iroka was very strong in his heart and could always be unexpected, so he took it for granted that Iroka would appear behind him, leaning against the gate, Smiling smugly, just like a fox who has only become a fairy.

Maybe he will come over, poke his forehead with his finger, and say with a smile: "Idiot, I can't see through this little trick, it's really boring."

But there is only vague light at the door, spilling in through the white window paper, an almost illusory color.

Su Yue looked at the not-so-bright sun, and the fine dust under the sun for a long time.

He still felt that Iroca would push the door open and walk in, try to startle him, and then hold on to it and mock him for months.

He's not that stupid, he won't let this bastard nobleman succeed.

So he stared wide-eyed at the door.Wait for the blond man to appear.He didn't even dare to blink his eyes, for fear that he would miss it if he blinked.

It's uncomfortable to be in a stalemate like this, and my eyes feel a little sour unconsciously.

"...Su Yue..."

He vaguely heard someone calling his name.

"Su Yue..."

As if struck by lightning, he suddenly turned his head in the direction of the sound, his black eyes widened, and he looked at the angry man on the bed with a pale face.

The long and slender pale golden eyelashes trembled like butterflies, and Iroja opened his eyes with difficulty, and there was a trace of clear and transparent light blue under the eyelash feathers.

"Su Yue..."

His pale and haggard lips parted slightly due to excessive blood loss, and what leaked out was his name.

Su Yue looked at the cold blue as if fascinated, and leaned towards him as Yi Luojia raised his hand.

"..." Yi Luojia tremblingly stretched out his long and cold fingers, with thin bones and pale skin, and then lightly touched Su Yue's forehead with his fingertips.

"Ping Xijue..."

Hearing these three words from Su Yue's mouth, the weak man lying on the bed smiled gently and tiredly, rubbed his cool fingertips on Su Yue's smooth forehead, and finally perched on the scabbed on the scar.

He smashed it with a wine glass a few days ago, and now he rubs it repeatedly, with undisguised pity in his eyes.

"...does it still... hurt?"

The hoarse and tired voice was very soft, but it hit Su Yue's spine fiercely. He shrank back suddenly, staring at Yi Luojia's face in a daze.

The wound on the forehead is no longer painful.

But the feeling of cracking in the chest... what is this... what is it?

Yi Luojia's hands froze in mid-air. He looked at Su Yue's shrinking appearance. After a while, that handsome face showed a gentle but helpless expression, and his deep water-colored eyes dimly reflected Su Yue's face. After a while, he slowly lowered his hands and placed them on the soft fiery red blanket.

"...Forget it...I'm tired..." Iroka said softly, "You go out..."

Su Yue sat without moving.

Iroka frowned slightly, closed his eyes: "Go out."

He closed his eyes and lay on the bed. The sword wound on his chest was shrinking and cracking with every breath. It was obviously such a serious wound, but because of the incense, the pain gradually became numb.

Sometimes, as long as you don't face up to the sores and choose to shrink back, those pains will not appear so hideous and terrible.

Like a sword wound paralyzed by incense.

It's just that people who die under the anesthetic often feel confused, why does this little pain kill themselves?

But they never knew that they had been in so much pain unknowingly, and they never knew that the wound had rotted so deeply.

He was still deceiving his sincerity until his death.

After a long time, I finally heard the sound of closing the door, and Iloka opened his eyes. The room was hazy with smoke, and he stared blankly at the top of the bed covered with smoky curtains. There was no expression in his beautiful pupils.

He won't force anything, and he doesn't need other people's pity. Since that person, he likes other men, he can go through fire and water for that man, and he can go against his will and push himself into the fire pit for that man.

So what is he still insisting on?

Of course he knew that a smart person should learn to withdraw, just like a casino should accept when it is good.

Otherwise, sooner or later you will lose everything.

Iroka pressed his hand to his bandaged chest, where his heart was beating, but he knew that the injury was too deep this time, and the man's sword pierced straight into his heart, he could not After recovering his life, his heartbeat will stop sooner or later, within these few days.

He understood that it was impossible for him to withdraw from this gamble, because he had already lost all his money without knowing it.

only……

Lin Ruizhe should already be with Su Yue, right?