Prince is a slave

Next to the mausoleum, it was originally... the final resting place of the noble concubine of the current emperor a hundred years later.

The golden nanmu coffin, which was made of pieces of jade, was slowly suspended by ropes and sank. There was no sign of Yi Tao or even a priest among the mourners standing beside him.

His funeral was just like his person's, insipid, like a bottle of sake mixed with water.

Uncle Chen walked to a hillside not far away, where he could just see the side of Yaoshan Mountain. There were only large black clouds in the dark sky. A young man in white was standing alone on the side of the hillside. His slender figure looked lonely in the torrential rain. And lonely.

Uncle Chen stood behind him and opened an oil-paper umbrella for the drenched young man, blocking the continuous cold rain.The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a crisp sound.The man heard the movement, but he didn't look back, he just said lightly: "... Are you here?"

"...I didn't expect that you would come to see him off." Chen Boyou sighed, turned to look at the young man in white, the golden pupils couldn't tell what kind of deep meaning was in his golden pupils, "Your Majesty, he In your heart, what is it?"

Yi Tao shook his head, and walked far away to the new grave that Bai Ban flaunted, but pressed his hand on his heart, and whispered softly: "...in your heart?"

After pausing for a moment, he closed his eyes, a rare trace of fatigue appeared on his handsome face.

"...I don't know, Uncle Chen." At the end, the young Wang whispered to the elder next to him. Unknowingly, he no longer called himself an orphan, but rediscovered the way he learned from Da Sichen when he was young. That kind of daze and ignorance, "...I don't know what he is, but I just feel that this person seems...as if he should always be by my side...should not go, and will not go."

"Shouldn't go, and won't go?" Chen Bo stared at the king, his eyes gradually darkened, "...Do you think that he can accompany you for the rest of your life?"

"..." Yi Tao shook his head, "...I never thought about spending the rest of my life with him, but I never thought about what would happen without him for the rest of my life."

"Your country has not changed at all." The former Da Sichen breathed out lightly, raised his deep eyes to look at the boundless Liuyuntao Mountain, "Ye Yun is just an ordinary person, he walked There will be no change in the situation. Yi Bei is still Yi Bei, the king is still the king, Uncle Chen...is still Uncle Chen, no one has changed because of his departure."

"Your Majesty is still your Majesty..." Yi Tao repeated softly, his palm on his chest gradually clenched into a fist, and his thick eyelashes drooped silently.

"... Uncle Chen."

"The minister is here."

"...I feel...it hurts here." Yi Tao said, covering his chest with his hands, close to his heart, "...it seems...something was dug out abruptly. You said, his heart was cut out Is it the same pain when I'm in bed, or...is it more painful?"

Uncle Chen didn't speak, just looked at him silently from the side.

"The things I thought could stay with me, I can never keep them, whether it's my father, Yi Luojia, or Ye Yun..." Yi Tao said softly, "They come and go, and they all come and go. It seems that he will be by my side, accompany me for the rest of his life, but in the end...but I am the only one left, and I no longer have anything."

"……Kings……"

The former Da Sichen wearing a bronze mask saw the king's lonely expression, and suddenly knelt down on one knee on the empty grassy slope, then lowered his head behind Yi Tao, and folded his hands on his chest.

"The minister will always be with you, assisting you for the rest of your life, until death."

The powerful oath reached the king's ears indistinctly in the wind and rolling wind. The young king closed his eyes tiredly, shutting the rivers and mountains in front of him, and a new mound in front of him. .

He sighed softly, letting the howling wind blow away the dense rain, and blow it into a collapsed heart city.

Digging out your heart, is this what it feels like...?

Yi Tao thought, and remained silent for a long time, finally sighed lightly, his voice falling in the raging wind: "...Uncle Chen, go back to the palace with the lonely king."

"...Yes." The former Da Sichen still lowered his head and answered, stood up from the barnyard weeds overgrown grass slope, followed Yi Tao, and walked down the hill.

41 Medication

Su Yue twisted a small pill, translucent in color, with a dull luster, and unattractive appearance.

The rumored An Luodan finally got to see him today, and it turned out to be like this.

White and slender fingers grasped the pill and put it back into the brocade box.

He sat quietly on the chair, lost in thought, and there was no expression on his indifferent face. Under the brows that slanted into his temples, the handsome ink-like eyes had smooth lines, and the black and white eyes were hazy and deep.

No one knew what he was thinking about.

Su Xie went to Dianjiangtai, probably because Yi Bei's army finally had a clear movement, and it was time for him to figure out countermeasures.

Before, he vaguely heard that the coach sent by Yi Bei was the general Lin Ruizhe. If it were a few years ago, he would be very anxious, but now, there is no disturbance in his heart.

Calm like a pool of stagnant water.

The envoy who came to deliver An Luodan was actually the housekeeper of Ye Yun's mansion. He didn't talk much, and after delivering the medicine, he only gave a few instructions on how to take it and left.

In fact, how could Su Yue not know how to take An Luo Dan?He fought with the army when he was young, he didn't read poetry, and he didn't understand rituals and music, but he was very familiar with the types of weapons and medicine pills.It is impossible for him not to have heard of Dark Rodan, the most evil thing that is close to the legend.

After swallowing the dark Luodan, the life of the dying person can be locked and let him live in the world, but the mouth cannot speak, the feet cannot act, and the emotional perception is blocked.If someone arouses the patient's emotions, and the patient's state of mind fluctuates greatly, with great joy and great sorrow, then within ten steps, after ten sentences, his soul will be scattered and he will no longer exist.

It is equivalent to saying that it is a game in a desperate situation with nowhere to go.

Su Yue leaned back in the chair quietly, looking at the darkening sky outside.The night had covered the entire sky, and the lush weeds glowed pearl-colored white under the cold moonlight. He raised his head and took a deep breath, but felt infinitely tired and terribly tired.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always been alone, living at a loss, stumbling, never knowing what is waiting for me at the next intersection, never being loved by anyone, naturally... I don’t know how to love others.

He was like a poisonous snake swimming faintly in the weeds, spitting out his message dangerously, full of hostility towards anyone.

The blood was cold, and the golden sunlight was so inconsistent, as if it would never shine on him.

He can't get warmth, so the warmth that doesn't belong to him will only make him extremely painful.

And Iroja was the one he made up his mind to let go of his previous hostility and take a gamble with the remaining courage.

This person can betray him, and he can reject him like Lin Ruizhe, so that even if Su Yue misreads him, he can't blame others, but Su Yue can't let his relationship be cut off by God before it sprouts.

He has been played by God in the palm of his hand for more than [-] years, and he will never give the so-called "fate" to him in the next life.

He doesn't want to continue living like a corpse.

The man leaning on the bed woke up at some point, leaning on the soft pillow, looking at Su Yue's back.After a long time, he called softly: "... Su Yue."

The man who was in a trance was stunned for a while, and when he turned around, his expression was very surprised: "Yi Luojia, you... when did you wake up?"

The man smiled and didn't answer. His pale and almost transparent face became more and more tired because of the illness, and because the high fever persisted. There was a layer of damp mist in his crystal-clear and beautiful water-blue eyes. She is no longer as high and high as usual, but she is still elegant and calm, even with a bit of docility.

He coughed a few times, watching Su Yue come over and sit beside his couch.

"Still...does it hurt?"

Su Yue hesitated for a moment, put his hand lightly on the gauze wrapped around Yi Luojia's chest, and asked.

Yi Luojia shook his head: "This little pain is nothing."

"...I'm sorry." Su Yue said in a low voice, his face drooping, "...I got you in trouble."

Iroka was startled, as if he didn't expect him to say that, and didn't know what to say for a moment, fearing that if he said it, it would make the situation worse, so he raised his hand and stroked his black and soft hair.

A simple action, in which the connotation of pampering and indulgence is very deep.

Su Yue's hand holding the brocade box trembled slightly. There was an inexplicable layer of sweat in his palm, and he almost couldn't hold the small box containing the pills.

Inside this box is their hope, but it may also be the poison that will destroy Iroca's soul.

He didn't want Iloka to die, but he didn't know how to speak to Iloka. After all, it was really unacceptable to turn him into a person who couldn't speak or move, and let him be manipulated until he got the antidote.

He, Su Yue, didn't want God to control his destiny, so would Yi Luojia be willing to let Su Yue control his own destiny?

Vitality and death coexist in the same small medicine, and Su Yue suddenly didn't know whether he was saving him or...killing him.

Just as he was restless, he suddenly heard Yi Luojia sigh softly, and Su Yue raised his eyes to meet his eyes, only to see his gentle and loving eyes covered by his long pale golden eyelashes.Yi Luojia's hand slid from the top of his hair and moved to his face: "...Let me bet my life and death, will it make you so hesitant?"

Su Yue was startled, and his lips were tightly pursed: "You...you know everything?"

"...Is it An Luo Dan?" Yi Luojia smiled slightly, "Don't underestimate me, I'm good