Rebirth was attacked by scum and stalked to death

He hated his name so much.

Even being called out affectionately by that person actually feels pleasing to the ear.

At that time, his eyes were already blind.

Shanye took him to see He Chuiyi for the last time.He stood outside the window of the inn room, and He Chuiyi's voice came from inside from time to time, and Emperor Wu guessed what they were doing.

Because, he heard He Chuiyi say: "Mozhu, take it easy, it hurts."

It seems that when doing this kind of thing before, He Chuiyi never told himself how much pain he had, but just silently carried the pain he gave him.

The tears burst instantly, and a kind of heart-wrenching pain devastated his sanity. He put the back of his hand into his mouth and bit it tightly, so that the choked throat could not make a sound.

"Brother Wu, why torture yourself so much?" He couldn't see Shanye's face, and he couldn't even argue against day and night.

He has been possessed by a demon, he can no longer see He Chuiyi's appearance, at least he can hear some more of He Chuiyi's voice now.

Why did things develop to this point?

After that, after a long time, when he could only hear a slight sound in his ear, He Chuiyi came.

"What are you looking for from me?"

Emperor Wu couldn't see it, but he could imagine He Cuiyi standing under the warm yellow sun with a calm expression, and a man in a Taoist robe followed him step by step.He has followed He Chuiyi for so long, it seems that he has never seen Mozhu leave He Chuiyi's side.

Shanye's voice was too soft, or he could only hold He Cuiyi's voice in his ears, and he didn't know what Shanye said to He Cuiyi.

In the scorching summer, Emperor Wu sat on the edge of the couch with a white cloth wrapped around his eyes.

"Why should I save him?" He heard He Chuiyi say.

That's right, He Chuiyi wished he could die, so why did he save himself?

A shadow shrouded his face, Emperor Wu stretched out his hands and touched a hand.

After a while, he let go and turned his head once, "It's not him."

"He Chuiyi, you are so harmful, even if you are blind, you can tell it's not you." This was Mo Zhu's voice, and Emperor Wu didn't want to hear it at all.

Of course he knew that it wasn't He Chuiyi, he knew every corner of He Chuiyi's body.

He Chuiyi didn't speak, and seemed to be talking to Shanye in a low voice.

Mo Zhu sat on the side of the couch with his shoulders, and said comfortably: "Your life is really tough, and Ye Wushu is also lucky, and you actually found a way to understand Gu poison."

Emperor Wu didn't want to talk to him, and didn't struggle.

"By the way, what's your name?"

This name is no longer a disgrace to him, he told Mo Zhu.

Mo Zhu seemed to have paused for a moment, and the hand on his shoulder became heavier by two points.

"That day, I had a love affair with him, so you were outside the window?" He seemed to want to deliberately humiliate himself, and his tone was very ambiguous.Emperor Wu had forgotten that Mo Zhu was born as an assassin and was good at concealing his aura, so how could he not be aware of his own aura.

I don't know what Shanye said to He Chuiyi, but He Chuiyi seemed to agree to save him, and came over to talk to Mo Zhu. Although Mo Zhu had a bad tone, he didn't interfere with He Chuiyi's decision.

He thought, that's why He Chuiyi loves Mozhu.

And what about yourself?

The last time he brought He Cuiyi back to the palace, his heart was already broken. He just wanted to keep He Cuiyi in the palace, and only wanted him to appear in his field of vision as before. He didn't care about other things.

No matter how much enmity the Jin Dynasty has with the Wugu clan, no matter whether He Chuiyi loves him or hates him.

In Xuezhu Town, when He Chuiyi took Mozhu and Zhong Xiaoshi away, he thought about telling He Chuiyi that he was poisoned, but he still had a glimmer of hope. He thought that He Chuiyi would at least hate him, He didn't want to be reduced to the point of tying He Chuiyi with his life.

However, if he knew the final outcome, he would definitely, definitely, tell He Chuiyi.

"you love Me?"

"do not love."

Love, love, he loves He Chuiyi very much.

From the first meeting, he knew that he must get this person.

But he is not reconciled!He was not reconciled that He Chuiyi's love for him was based on his own love for him, so he hated He Chuiyi.

He loves He Chuiyi, hates He Chuiyi, and is even more jealous of He Chuiyi.

Jealous of him, someone loves him so much, but no one loves himself so much.

From the beginning to the end, he was very clear about his feelings, but he didn't know how to love someone.

When he loves Ye Wushu, he meets all the requirements of Ye Wushu and does not do anything that goes against his wishes.Ye Wushu was his only friend and playmate since he was a child. He knew that only Ye Wushu would never betray him.

When he loved He Chuiyi, he regarded He Chuiyi as his territory and his own things, and he didn't allow anyone to look at or touch him more.He wanted to keep He Chuiyi shut, making him just an object beside him, and only belonged to him forever.

From the first meeting, this idea was extremely strong.

He said that he personally captured the descendants of the Wugu clan, but in fact he just wanted to temporarily escape from the oppressive place of the palace.

The emperor father and the queen mother locked him in an airtight cage and instilled too many words about power supremacy in him, causing him to always think that he could use power to tie He Chuiyi to the palace without mentioning his feelings.

On the day I arrived at Ji Nan, the city was extremely lively.

All the people in the city were chasing a red figure, and he couldn't help but feel curious when he mixed in it. The chic and wanton look on the red-clothed man's face deeply hurt his heart.

This is what he wanted, but never got from the beginning to the end.

He longed for freedom, badly.

He Chuiyi, who was so free and wanton, became a thorn in his heart. He wanted to pull out that thorn, and he wanted to confiscate He Chuiyi's freedom. He thought that if he was closer to freedom, he would become free.

But throughout his life, he was bound by his parents, bound by the throne, and in the end he was willing to be bound by He Cuiyi. He never got freedom.

He didn't get He Chuiyi who was free, but He Chuiyi who was locked in a cage like himself.

"How will you live in Ji Nan in the future?"

The man in red raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I didn't say I wanted to live here."

He is free!

Emperor Wu wants to deprive him of his freedom!

He Chuiyi was a lonely person, and Emperor Wu caught his weakness.

This person is not good at accepting the kindness of others to him, and he will pay back double, tenfold, or a hundred times when others treat him well.

He brought He Chuiyi back to the capital, and when he traveled all the way to Luozhou City, He Chuiyi had completely let go of his guard.

On that day, the Jinjiang River was in high tide, and the river flooded Luozhou City, so he separated from him in a hurry.When he rescued Zhong Xiaoshi who was abandoned by the people to find himself, Emperor Wu found that his eyes were red, he hugged himself with a stride, and called out his name.

The name that made him feel ashamed was actually very pleasant.

"I thought you were dead."

It turns out that it is so simple to grasp a person's heart, as long as you keep treating him well, he will be happy with everything.

However, he was not reconciled.

Why, He Chuiyi was not born to be his own?

Why do you want to touch his heart by yourself?

Why do I want him so much, but he just responds?

Emperor Wu didn't want He Chuiyi to respond passively, he wanted to be loved, to be loved actively.

He wanted to hear He Chuiyi say "I love you" with his own ears, instead of asking "Do you love me", so... It's as if he is the one who decides, and he puts his life in his hands. He disposes.

No, this is absolutely impossible, he will never allow such a thing to happen.

He didn't want to admit that during the two years that He Chuiyi had been with him, he had completely forgotten his feelings for Ye Wushu. He once thought that no one could replace Ye Wushu's position in his heart, but He Chui Yi suddenly appeared and broke all this.

Let Emperor Wu realize the threat.

On the day Ye Wushu returned to Beijing, he ignored He Chuiyi's request and went to meet Ye Wushu.Even if he knew, it was the first time He Chuiyi was so humble in the few years of acquaintance, rejecting He Chuiyi, watching him hurt and decline, an unprecedented pleasure made him lose his way, he longed to get this again feeling.

It's just that he didn't expect it.He Chuiyi knew about Ye Wushu, and Ye Wushu also knew that he had raised the descendants of the Wugu tribe by his side.

That night, not only He Chuiyi had a big fight with him, but also Ye Wushu.

He stood in front of the gate of the Hidden Dragon Hall with his hands behind his back.The sound of snow falling outside the door soothed his uneasy heart, he and Ye Wushu had been in a stalemate for a long time that night, until he postponed the matter, Ye Wushu left the palace angrily.

When he wanted to find He Chuiyi, someone told him that He Chuiyi had left.

gone?Where can he go?

He Chuiyi loves himself so much, why is he willing to leave?

But in fact, He Cuiyi left without any hesitation, because it was the only time he had quarreled with him in the past three years.

Why?Why did he give up on himself so easily?

Then he said: "It's not because you love Ye Wushu, it's just that there's nothing wrong with not loving someone."

do not love?He Chuiyi doesn't love herself?

How could he not love himself?

He was just jealous, jealous that he said he loved Ye Wushu.

Could it be that after this incident, He Chuiyi was able to compromise to prove that He Chuiyi loved him and cared about him.

"It doesn't matter whether you live or die." Such cold and heartless words, he thought that He Chuiyi would turn his head after hearing it, but unfortunately he didn't.Even on the edge of the Jinjiang River, he compromised, but he still refused to turn back.

This is He Chuiyi, the stubborn and free He Chuiyi.

He thought He Chuiyi was dead, but He Chuiyi didn't die, he just forgot himself.He remembered that Zhong Xiaoshi whom he met only once, but he didn't remember himself who slept in the same bed with him every day.

On the way back to Beijing, when He Chuiyi was let go, he wanted to kill He Chuiyi.

Knowing that He Chuiyi couldn't recognize his way, he kept following him, and seeing that he was tired, he fell asleep leaning against the rock.

Emperor Wu slowly walked in front of He Cuiyi who was sleeping soundly, squatted down, and stretched his hands towards He Cuiyi's neck.

kill him!If you can't get him, kill him.

Just like what the father said when he took away his favorite puppy: When you can't get or protect something, you have to kill him yourself, and you can't let him become your weakness and weakness.

Well, just kill He Chuiyi like this,

Before his hand touched He Cuiyi's neck, the sky suddenly drizzled. Seeing the drizzle falling on He Cuiyi's face, he frowned in the cold.He Cuiyi's frowning frown seemed to open a hole in Emperor Wu's heart. He took off his cloak and put it on top of He Cuiyi's head. At this moment, He Cuiyi's eyes opened. Beware of tearing that slit into cracks.

"Are you okay? Can you still stand up?"

The second time he wanted to kill He Chuiyi was after seeing him making out with Mo Zhu.

Emperor Wu couldn't believe it, but in just one month, He Chuiyi could completely forget the relationship between them, so let's end where it started.

He Chuiyi, who loved himself, was supposed to be buried in Jinjiang, but somehow he came back to life and somehow forgot about himself. It would be better to die than to let someone who doesn't love him stay in this world.

He should have died in Jinjiang, so let him die in Jinjiang again.

When the little oriole was released, Emperor Wu suddenly thought of He Chuiyi.

The oriole with injured wings fell into the river, just like He Chuiyi, he suddenly understood Eunuch Zhong's intentions.

After he didn't strangle He Chuiyi to death with his own hands that day, he couldn't do it anymore.

At that moment, he understood that in his self-righteous emotional game, He Chuiyi had never participated in it from the beginning to the end, and only he himself was struggling.

He understood, but it was too late.

He Cuiyi fell in love with someone else, and he could no longer trap him.

Perhaps the last dignity he saved for himself was that he didn't tell He Chuiyi about the deal he made with Shanye.

everything is over.

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He Chuiyi stayed by his side in order to detoxify Emperor Wu, and Mo Zhu stayed with him.

But Emperor Wu didn't care about these, he acquiesced to Shanye to find He Chuiyi, not because he wanted to live a few more days.

It's just that it would be nice to be a little closer.

Whoever he loves, whatever—whoever he is.

But the treatment seemed to be useless, and Emperor Wu lost his sense of hearing and taste one after another.

That day, He Cuiyi took the initiative to hold his hand, but he paused for a moment and did not shake it off.

He knew that it was not He Chuiyi's hand, and He Chuiyi never appeared again.

I don't know who it is, but it has become He Chuiyi's shadow again.

On that day three years ago, it was raining heavily in Luozhou City, and a man in red came running towards him from the heavy rain. There were crystal drops of water in his reddish eyes, and he called his name.

"Little Stone, I thought you were dead."

For Emperor Wu, it was a shameful name from birth, how could it sound so nice when he pronounced it from his mouth.

"He Chuiyi, can you say my name a few more times?"

"Can I forget your memorable name?"

"Little stone, life is hard."

It wasn't Zhong Xiaoshi, it was him.

-Finish-

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