Master is Pretending to Love Me

"I've seen the birds singing in the Jade Palace in Jinling, and the waterside pavilions in Qinhuai blooming early, who knows that the ice will disappear easily! I saw him get up from the Zhulou, I saw him entertain guests, and I saw his building collapse..."

The babbling and babbling operas sang years of love and obsession, and came across the waterside pavilion.

Yu Xinian knelt on the ground, stretched out a pair of old hands, caressing his face ambiguously, "Has your master treated you harshly? You have lost a lot of weight since the last time we met."

Yu Xinian wanted to turn her head away in disgust, but her body was frozen and she couldn't move at all.

His hands were old and ugly, with protruding veins and thick calluses, which made him painful, and his white and tender skin quickly turned red.

On the cheeks, on the neck, in the clothes.

He was pulled up and fell into the arms that exuded decay.

"……Do not."

He was too weak, and tried his best to resist, but it was just a vague voice.

"Master, save me." He shouted in his heart.

He has never called this address in front of Han Shuchen, he hates his posturing and hypocrisy.

But at this moment, he could only think of Han Shuchen.

As if knowing what he was thinking, his neck was suddenly grabbed hard, and then his head was raised, forced to look up at that old and fat face.

"Your master is in Yudi, if you can't come back, be good, the master makes you comfortable."

As he spoke, his subordinates kept moving, and he let out a satisfied sigh, "The Fusang clan, all of them are indeed treasures."

Yu Xinian stared angrily at the person in front of him, who was doing the most obscene things even though he was wearing the cleanest clothes.

The robe was taken off and fell to the ground.

Yu Xinian tried not to let the tears flow down, closed his eyes tightly, pressed his tongue between his teeth, and was about to bite off, when a voice suppressing his anger suddenly came from behind, "Let him go!"

Yu Xinian opened his eyes abruptly, the tears in his eyes were still flowing down.

He wanted to turn around, but his body was fixed and he couldn't do it at all.

"Shu Chen, do you want to face your master with swords?" Pei Qian had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his tone.

Han Shuchen's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he did not let it go, his expression was slightly concentrated, and he said word by word: "I am also his master."

The two sat and stood, looking at each other from a distance.

Pei Qian's complexion turned a few times, he sneered, threw Yu Xinian on the ground like an object, stood up, patted his clothes, and said disdainfully: "Blood blood, you are a treasure."

As he spoke, he glanced at them and didn't know who he was talking about, "Mud can't support a wall."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Yu Xinian was lying on the ground, only to hear a burst of hurried footsteps, and then, his body was lifted up, and his acupoints were untied.

Han Shuchen frowned, took off his robe, and wrapped it around his body.

"New Year's Eve..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Xinian pushed him away.

Then he tore off his clothes, turned around and picked up his own robe, put it on indiscriminately, and ran outside.

Han Shuchen hurriedly followed.

It wasn't his fault, but he was the only one who apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you here alone. I clearly explained to Elder Fang in advance, why did he..."

"Someone invited Elder Fang to drink yesterday." Yu Xinian's voice was cold, but when he listened carefully, he felt wronged.

Han Shuchen suffocated.

There was silence in the air.

Then he said sorry again.

Yu Xinian didn't say a word, this sorry, he could bear it.

In the evening, the weather started to become hot and sultry. Not surprisingly, it began to rain just after nightfall.

It rained very hard tonight, mixed with lightning and thunder.

Yu Xinian was awakened by the sound of thunder and lightning. He opened his eyes, with sweat still dripping from his forehead.

He dreamed of that day again.

Everything was fine at first, he just woke up as usual, wearing a blue silk underwear, lying on the golden nanmu Babu bed coquettishly refusing to get up with his mother.

He was escorted by guards and ran out, but soon he was the only one left.

He accidentally fell to the ground, and then, a huge shadow enveloped him, he turned around trembling, and saw a sword cutting straight at him.

Then a white figure stood in front of him and picked him up.

That figure was very familiar, but he couldn't see the face clearly.

Who exactly?He should have remembered.

Afterwards, he was brought back to the Hengyue School, and Han Shuchen said that he would be accepted as an apprentice.

He is Han Shuchen's first apprentice, so the apprenticeship ceremony is very grand.

Before apprenticeship, someone specially made a card for him.

When handing it to him, he said, "After wearing the mask, there will be no more Yu Xinian in the world, but I will always remember your name."

who is it?Dressed in white, it seems to be... Pei Qian?

Yes, it's Pei Qian.

On the day of the apprenticeship ceremony, Pei Qian sat at the head, and Han Shuchen was a little behind. He was dressed in the clothes of a disciple of the Hengyue School, and walked in front of them in front of everyone's eyes.

He couldn't remember the details, but he only remembered a voice coming from the ceremony, "Disciple of Hengyue, you need to think carefully and act carefully, and always be grateful. From now on, you will be called Wynn."

Always be grateful.

Biting these words, Yu Xinian knelt down slowly, A Niang's blood, bodyguard's body and fusang like hell on earth flashed in front of her eyes.

The souls of countless people fell into hell that day, burned by the raging fire, screamed miserably, struggled hard, but couldn't get a moment to breathe.

Yu Xinian's eyes fell on the ground, where a pitch-black vortex opened, and he stretched out a pair of hands to pull him down.

He thought he would go down sooner or later.

But not now, the current him still has to be grateful.

There seemed to be a faint mist in front of his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips, Yu Xinian closed his eyes and knocked his head heavily.

"Disciple Huai En, thank you, Master Patriarch."