Prince is a slave

...

After living alone for so long, I really hope that there is a little warmth by his side to accompany him.

Even if it is a down-and-out, dingy and dirty little mole, even if it never gives him a good look with puffed cheeks... But, as long as it gives him a little warmth, when the dragon is about to leave In the world, stay by his side and accompany him.

Just like that.

He didn't dare to ask for too much, as long as these are enough...

He couldn't open his mouth to beg it, he was powerful, he was a noble dragon... he certainly couldn't beg a mole.

He could only wait for the Mole to understand the meaning in his eyes, only for the Mole to see that he was covered with scars.If it cannot be seen for a lifetime, he can only wait for a lifetime without opening his mouth.

But he forgot that the Mole had lived in the dark for so long that everything in its eyes was blurred, and it would never be able to see his wound.

34 sincere

There seemed to be a scorching flame burning in his throat. He could almost hear the sound of life flowing out of his body bit by bit. Outside the window was the familiar sound of heavy rain, which was the rainy season in Elbe every spring.

However, this time may be the last time I heard the sound of rain in my hometown.

He felt that he was going to lose it.

I really can't hold it anymore.

"Cui Niang..." Feeling very uncomfortable in a vague way, wanting to drink water, he murmured her name, "Cui Niang..."

Arching his back and coughing violently, a strong smell of blood welled up in his throat.

He was lying on the bedside coughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, he vaguely heard the sound of the door being pushed open, finally someone entered the room, put his hands on his trembling shoulders, and whispered something anxiously in his ear, She patted his back to help him breathe.

A silk handkerchief was handed over to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips. The man hugged him, raised his pillow, let him lean on it, then brought a porcelain cup and handed it to his lips.

As soon as his withered and chapped lips touched the warm water, he drank it very thirsty.

The coolness of the water slid down the throat, as if extinguishing the scorching flame burning in the chest.Iroka's consciousness slightly recovered from the coma caused by the high fever, he raised his pale golden eyelashes, and looked at the person beside the bed.

...not Cui Niang... Cui Niang is no longer here...

But he still felt like he was dreaming, because he saw Su Yue standing beside the bed.

Pursing his lips, his face was stiff, even under the dim light, he could still recognize him, it was Su Yue, there was no mistake.

Iroka felt that he was so dizzy that he had already begun to see hallucinations.That fantasy covered him with a quilt, twisted a cold wet towel to cover his hot forehead, and added tranquilizing powder to the candle beside his bed.

"...You have a good rest..." The man sat on the side of his bed and looked at him with lowered eyes. Because it was a dream, there was a trace of surprise in Su Yue's dark brown eyes that made Yi Luojia unbelievable. gentle.

Then he felt that Su Yue raised his hand, suspended in the air for a while, and finally touched his cheek: "...I won't let you die."

He just sat on the head of his bed like this, looked at him for a long time, then stood up, turned around and wanted to leave.Yi Luojia was startled, he didn't want to do this, why even if it was a dream, that guy... that guy would leave him and leave?

He grabbed Su Yue's wide sleeves and held the fabric tightly in his sweaty palms: "...wait a minute."

The hoarse voice came out, and the man's back trembled slightly, but he didn't look back.

Iroka held onto his sleeve, steadfastly refusing to let go: "Wait a minute...you don't go...I won't let you go..."

Anyway, it's a dream.

Anyway, it was the phantom he saw before he died. If he still didn’t say a word to this phantom, Iroka felt that he was really wronged. Everything he said would be rotted in the coffin, covered by layers of mud, gray, and green mountains. Field grass covered.

Too bad.

He simply propped himself up, the movement was too big, the wound on his chest was affected, there was dark blood seeping from under the wrapped snow-white gauze, but he didn't care, he just sat up from the bed, put his arms around the man's waist from behind, Lock him in your arms, bring him into your arms, put your cheek against his back~(非≧▽≦fan)/~.

"Su Yue..."

The young man didn't move, but Iloka felt the person in his arms trembling slightly, and he folded his arms more and more vigorously. What are you afraid of?I won't let you go, I won't harm you, I won't... I won't say you're vicious, I won't... don't want you...

"Su Yue..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice was very hoarse, the redness on the gauze on his chest was constantly spreading, it was... the blood flowing from the place close to the heart.

"Don't go." He said softly, put his forehead on the man's waist, and gently crushed it, "Don't go...I...like you..."

The person in his arms froze.

"I like you...really..." Iroka murmured and repeated, over and over again, "I like you..."

I like you.

Su Yue listened in a daze. There was always a person in his memory who longed to hear this sentence. It was a very small child who was led by the nanny and stood in the palace of Tianhuang nobles, looking at the outstanding The handsome brother Wang was watched with pity by his father and queen mother.

He could only stand in the corner.

Later, when the child grew up, one day his father summoned him to the front of the palace, and even touched his hair lovingly. One day, he was ordered to serve as a symbol of the royal family and a morale booster, and follow the general to the remote frontier garrison to defend against the enemy.

It was supposed to be in the sunny garden, wrapped in elegant and luxurious brocade robes, reading and reciting poems, and learning etiquette and righteousness, but it was completely thrown into the bloody wind and yellow sand all over the sky.

I have never heard the sound of Lang Lang's books in my ears, and I don't know where the beauty of the sound of the zither is. What I hear and see all day long is swords fighting and blood flowing like rivers.

Occasionally, when he returned to the royal city, his father would squander the gold, silver and jewels they obtained from battles outside, and throw a big banquet.There will always be toast songs, sword dances, drums and zithers beating the fou to add to the fun.

Both the elder brother and the third younger brother are quite proficient in rhythm and poetry, only he knows nothing.

As a matter of course, he received his father's disappointed gaze, as if he hated iron for being weak.

At that time, Su Yue really wanted to laugh out loud in the hall, pulled out his sword and sat down on the table, asking the man angrily, who caused him to be like this.

toast?Fuqin?

How can a man who hangs his head on his belt and waits all day, not knowing when he is going to die, talk about such things? ? ! !

Do they know his suffering? !

Does anyone care about him, does anyone love him?If... if one day he dies on the battlefield and never comes back, will anyone sincerely shed a tear for him?

Standing at the head of the dilapidated city, the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. The sun shines through the waving banners, but shines on countless rotting corpses and coagulated blood paste.

At that time, he was wearing heavy armor, took a deep breath, and the eyes under the long eyelashes forbearance flowed to the vast distance, where the sky was blue and white, desolate and cold.

He could hear the sound of the strong wind piercing through the armor and passing through the chest, it was empty.

His heart has been hollowed out at some point.

No one said to him, I like you.

No one ever said that.

35 Bo Chen

Iroka suddenly felt a warm and moist sensation on the back of his hand.

He was slightly stunned, and then, there was another slap, and another drop landed on the back of his hand.

"..."

He opened his eyes wide, feeling the moist taste.It wasn't until the person in his arms shrank that he turned around the person's stiff body forcibly as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked at his face under the dim light.

Su Yue lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, and his face was as white as paper.There were faint tear stains on his face, which could not be seen very clearly under the light of the fire.

Yi Luojia felt that the knife wound on his chest hurt even more, and the snow-white gauze had been dyed red in a large area. He stared blankly at Su Yue, but didn't know what to say.He never knew how to comfort people, he could only look at him like this.

"...you...what did you say?" Su Yue's voice was so nasal that it was almost inaudible.

Yi Luojia looked at him: "...I like you."

"..."

"I like you." He stretched out his hand, grabbed Su Yue's hanging hands, and held them tightly in his palms.

"..."

Iroka said very slowly, word for word: "I like you."

The blood on the chest slowly spread, Yi Luojia's fingers were cold, and his breathing gradually became difficult, his eyes became dizzy, and Su Yue's face began to become blurred.

Iroka knew that this dream was finally about to wake up, and everything was coming to an end.But he still stubbornly squeezed Su Yue's hand, very hard, very hard, using all his strength, his blue lips parted slightly: "Su Yue, I like you."

In the dim vision, it seemed that the man bent down and knelt beside his bed, and then his numb and cold body seemed to feel the real temperature, not the temperature of a dream.

Su Yue buried his face in his chest, under the thin cloth was the stained gauze, but due to the cover of the cloth, Su Yue didn't see it, he put his head on his heart, the one that was cut by a knife place, the place closest to the heart.

"...Don't lie to me..." This guy is always stubborn, pushes away all good intentions from others, and sticks his tip like a hedgehog.