It's not good to be a priest of heaven

On this day, when the imperial doctor finished his consultation with Yang Ling and was about to leave in silence, Jin Di was left behind.

People around him never mentioned his condition, but Yang Ling knew that his injury would not be very optimistic, but he still wanted to know, even the bloody facts.

Yang Ling dismissed everyone in the house, including Sinan.Sinan knew that this day would always come, he knew this person, this person would rather accept the facts clearly than live in a muddle, so he didn't say much, just turned around and went out the door.

Only Yang Ling and the trembling imperial doctor were left in the room.

From the imperial doctor's mouth, Yang Ling knew that he had really become disabled.

In that attack, it was God’s grace to save his life, and he was blessed with great fate, but his leg was seriously injured. Although he was spared amputation, it would be impossible for him to walk normally like an ordinary person in the future, that is, Say, he'll be a lame...

He became a real cripple...

After hearing this, Yang Ling was silent for a long time, and finally calmly asked the doctor who was kneeling on the ground and shivering to go out. He wanted to stay alone for a while...

His attitude was terribly calm. Everyone thought it was the eve of the storm. After all, His Highness Yang Ling had always been proud and arrogant. Even if he was born with ear problems, he couldn't make him feel disabled. He could still prove that he was no better than anyone else. Poor, but now, the arrogant Ninth Prince has really become disabled, can he accept this fact?

He can't take it.

During the two days when he learned the truth, everyone who entered and exited his room was extremely cautious, for fear of becoming an outlet for His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince. Even when his biological mother, the queen, came to persuade him a few times, he only smiled faintly. Pale and feeble, without saying a word.

He still eats and sleeps normally, without any abnormality in his behavior, Sinan just stays by his side silently, even if he doesn't talk, he doesn't quarrel with him, and he doesn't say anything mild to comfort him, he knows he needs time Buffer, all he can do is wait for him to recover.

In the middle of the night, Si Nan lit up the candles in the room, but Yang Ling suddenly spoke. He spoke the first sentence in so many days. His voice was very calm, but it was like a dark tide hidden under the calm sea——

"Put out the candle."

Si Nan was silent, but there was deep pain and remorse in his eyes, he extinguished all the candles in the room with a tap of his fingertips.

In the darkness, he was quietly by his side.

In the darkness, Yang Ling's voice was choked up and he said, "Sinan...let me lean on you..."

The night is as black as ink, and the moon is as cool as water. In this small world, Sinan reached out and hugged this person who only dared to show his vulnerability secretly in the dark——

Why does he have to experience these incompleteness every life...

How many times will he go through similar experiences like these...

Yang Ling hid in Sinan's arms in this dark night, crying quietly, crying hoarsely, he really became a useless person, so is even God letting him accept his fate...

Si Nan patted his back lightly with tears in his eyes, and told him silently, I am...

I am always here.

……

After venting that night, Yang Ling finally regained some energy. Although he looked about the same as usual, when his eyes fell on his immobile legs, there was always a little more loneliness and sadness in his eyes.Sinan knew that he liked wargames, so in order to make him happy, he dragged him to play wargaming all afternoon.

Yang Ling sat on the bed, staring at the person next to him boredly, and suddenly asked out of words, "Sinan, why are you wearing a mask all the time?"

Si Nan slightly turned his head away, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I... was born ugly."

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Ugly? Then take off the mask and let me see how ugly you are."

Si Nan said: "Didn't you read it..."

Yang Ling said, "When?"

Si Nan said: "The last time you were drunk..."

Yang Ling was taken aback, so what did he miss when he was drunk last time? It feels like he missed the main event...

Sinan reached out to touch the cold mask, and there was a trace of anxiety and unspeakable excitement in his tone, "Do you still want to watch?"

Yang Ling looked at his nervous and expectant eyes, but suddenly his eyes darkened, and there were traces of uneasiness and inferiority in his heart. He is already like this now, facing such an outstanding him, is he still worthy of him? ?Are there other possibilities between them?Even if he is willing to stay with him now, will he get tired of him one day in the future and despise him...

At the end of his thought, he sighed softly, "Forget it, let's do it another day."

Seeing that he was depressed, Si Nan asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Yang Ling put away these chaotic thoughts, and smiled again: "It's okay, by the way, is it Qixi Festival tomorrow?"

Seeing him suddenly change the subject, Si Nan didn't pursue the question even though he was a little disappointed, and said worriedly, "Your injury hasn't healed yet..."

With a bitter face, Yang Ling said pitifully, "Didn't you promise to take me out?"

Si Nan looked at his innocent and pitiful eyes, and his heart softened. He reached out his hand and patted his head helplessly, "I'll make a decision after I ask the imperial doctor tomorrow."

Yang Ling changed his mind and asked the imperial doctor, this is not easy, he will have a good "communication" with the imperial doctor who is seeing him tomorrow, and then everything will be fine~

Si Nan looked at the happy little expression on his face, and instantly understood what he wanted to do, and said with a trace of threat in his words: "If you dare to play tricks, you will have to lie here obediently for the next three months. "

The idea of ​​someone just coming alive is killed in the cradle.

The next day, the seventh day of July, Qixi Festival.Because it is a big festival, the streets are much more lively than in the past. On this day, young men and women can naturally go out in pairs.

But in the face of such a great festival, Yang Ling could only lie on the bed, unable to do anything, this was no less than torture for him who was always active.

Yang Ling rubbed his neck, looked at Sinan unwillingly, and asked again hesitantly: "Well, can you take me out today?"

Si Nan looked at his unhealed legs, and remembered what the imperial doctor said today, although it is okay to take him out, but today is a holiday, there are too many people, if he bumps into him, the wound that has finally healed will open …Thinking of this, he frowned and said, "Not today."

Yang Ling's eyes dimmed, looking at that leg, he only responded in a low voice, "Oh."

Si Nan sighed in his heart, took his clenched hand, looked down at him intently, and said helplessly and fondly in his voice: "Tomorrow, when there are fewer people tomorrow, I will take you out."

Hearing this, Yang Ling was like a fish being released back into the sea, full of excitement and excitement, but he asked again as if to prove it, "Really? Don't lie to me?"

Si Nan looked at him, and there were circles of smiles in his obsidian eyes, the corners of his light-colored and moist lips slightly raised, and he said softly, "Well, I won't lie to you."