The glamorous attack was forced to be indifferent

After being tortured, Li Zi is much more well-behaved, and his previous arrogance has been ground to scum, so he is not a character who would rather give up than give up.

Xie Yichao planned that if it didn’t work out, he would have to use the soul search method cruelly to search for the memory of killing Master Liang with a curse. Although it is convenient, it is not without risk. Plums cannot break the spell.

Master Liang will still die.

Since the person who cast the curse is willing to cooperate, there is no need to worry about the probability of it for the time being.

Unraveling the curse requires a preparation ceremony, and Liang Xueqing was asked to go down to do it, Li Zi was trembling all over, except for his mouth, he couldn't do anything.

The task of running errands can only fall to the Liang family who are closely related to the solution of the curse.

Of course, it is also an ordinary and non-dangerous task.

For example, if you need Master Liang's underwear, hair, nails, etc., as the young master of the Liang family, Liang Xueqing can easily get these things.

After he went out to do errands, Xie Yusheng, who insisted on sitting upright, fell down.

Mo Zhu was close, and he caught the sick and weak young master with a sword step. His hands that had been working all the year round had some strength, and he caught it very securely.

Liang Yan also surrounded her.

"Brother Xie, come and see how Mr. Xie is doing!" Liang Yan said eagerly, regardless of her previous fear of Xie Yichao, and her worries about her sweetheart prevailed.

Xie Yichao: "Let's prepare for the funeral."

"What..." Liang Yan froze in place, tears immediately fell from her eyes.

Luo Ran looked down at the silent Xie Yusheng. She thought of Mr. Xie who taught her how to draw. Mr. Xie turned his head suddenly, and she bumped into a pair of amber eyes with golden halos.

Mr. Xie patiently pointed out the problems in her painting, and reversed her posture of holding the brush. It was the first time in her life that she came into contact with brush and ink. Brush and ink should never be touched by a lowly person like her, because Mr. Xie, Not only did she touch it, she used it.

Uncontrollable sobs sounded in the empty workshop.

Throwing away all her restraint, Liang Yan almost lay on Xie Yusheng's body, like a twinned baby, she did not want to be separated from others for a moment.

Fortunately, Xie Yusheng's residence is inside the painting workshop, so he doesn't need to go far.

When Liang Xueqing returned to the painting workshop, she felt puzzled when she saw no one in the workshop. After hearing the faint crying sound, she suddenly felt bad, and followed the sound into the workshop.

Walking through the corridor, there is no time to appreciate the stone forest flowers and plants in the courtyard, and the door is pushed open.

"Woooo..."

Liang Xueqing looked at her younger sister whose eyes were red and swollen from crying. The younger sister was relying on her sleeping friend. There was an open window in the middle right of the foot of the bed. The outside light was so bright that it hurt her eyes.

"Master, I'll get it for you." A cool female voice came from beside him.

Liang Xueqing was slightly startled, it was Mo Zhu, the personal servant next to her sister, and further away was her friend's brother and his friend's brother.

"No need, I'll just put it on the ground." Liang Xueqing turned sideways and piled the items to the door. From the corner of her eye, she saw Li Zi who was squatting outside the door. The other party did not gloat over Xie Yusheng's imminent death, as if his face was calmer than life.

Liang Xueqing suddenly felt very tired. The moment she put down all her belongings, she seemed to have lost all strength and had to support the door with her hands.

"Yusheng, will you wake up again?" He murmured, as if talking to himself, not really waiting for an answer.

It may be that the environment is really noisy, the person lying on the bed moved his fingers exposed from the quilt.

"Miss, Mr. Xie seems to have moved just now!" Luo Ran broke the dull atmosphere and said excitedly.

Liang Yan stopped sobbing and got up quickly, looking for the possibility of Xie Yusheng regaining consciousness.

No one was disappointed.

Xie Yusheng opened his eyes under everyone's gaze.

"Thank you, Mr. Liang." Liang Yan bit her pink lips, wanting to embrace her impulsively, but Nianren's frail body forcibly held back.

Xie Yusheng glanced at her eyes: "Don't cry."

Liang Yan's tears fell like beads because of his broken thread: "Well, don't cry, I won't cry." She wiped her tears with her hands, "I'm sorry..."

Xie Yusheng smiled softly: "You don't need to apologize." He gasped for a moment, looked at the people in the room, fixed on Liang Xueqing, "I'm going, Xueqing will help me burn all the things in the studio, I will If you don’t want to be buried here, you burn me along with the workshop, and the remaining ashes can be scattered anywhere.”

"Didn't you say you want to go back to your hometown?" Liang Xueqing asked.

Xie Yusheng: "There's no time."

"...I will take your ashes back to your hometown, where is your hometown?" Liang Xueqing accepted the established fact.

Xie Yusheng: "Then please take me back to Xie's house, Xie's house is..." His voice weakened, and his eyes fixed on the servant behind her through Miss Liang's mansion.

At that time, snowflakes were flying, and silver makeup was spread thousands of miles away.

The breezy young master Yusheng was leaning against the gray-black stone wall in embarrassment, his eyes that were always full of tenderness and sweetness were concealed, and the deep alley was silent, only his weak breath was blowing up the white mist.

The black hair is covered with snow flakes, and the spots seem to be white.

The sound of light footsteps approached, a trace of heat enveloped him who was cold and numb, and the heat disappeared in an instant.

Xie Yusheng raised his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was a pitch-black umbrella handle. The solid-color oil-paper umbrella shielded him from the wind and snow, and a touch of elegant green skirt flashed in his sight.

He suddenly wanted to stay in this city.

Xie Yusheng stopped his voice.

The green skirt overlapped with Mo Zhu's clothes at this time, and the skirt was also embroidered with the little girl's thoughts, and three small green flowers swayed.

"Yusheng—!" Liang Yan cried out in tears.

Xie Yusheng died, and Xie Yichao took care of the funeral. Liang Xueqing and Liang Yan had to go back to the Liang Mansion to look after their father, but they only provided assistance in terms of manpower and money. If there was no Xie Yichao, they could also arrange for someone else who could take care of it.

Since Xie Yichao is willing to take care of Xie Yusheng's funeral, as Xie Yusheng's blood brother, Liang Xueqing and the two have no reason to object.

Mo Zhu was left behind to help.

To tidy up the paintings in the studio, there are servants of the Liang family, and Xie Yichao can do it with just a few words.

Mo Zhu was picked up by Luo Ran with her servants, compared to others, she was much more careful and cherished.

"Brother Xie." Luo Ran came over with a roll of crumpled yellow paper.

Xie Yichao was staying in the courtyard behind the workshop, looking around at the layout of the courtyard, while Shu Qingyan was not idle, moving Xie Yusheng's things in the house.

Hearing Luo Ran's voice, both of them looked at her.

"Brother Xie, here is a painting..." Luo Ran's voice gradually became quieter, and she seemed a little at a loss. The two handsome men focused their attention on her, and they didn't feel the slightest surprise of being noticed. Instead, they were under tremendous pressure. .

Shu Qingyan flew the objects floating in the air to the wooden box in the corner, and asked curiously, "What painting?"

Compared with Xie Yusheng's brother, Luo Ran's expression is obviously much more relaxed. She seems to be closer to Shu Qingyan: "It seems to be Brother Xie's painting."

"Let me see." Shu Qingyan reached out to take it.

Luo Ran handed it to him obediently, and Xie Yichao also came up to him.

The scroll unfolded.

Xie Yichao's character Xiao Xiang is lifelike on white paper, his appearance is younger than him now, his charm is gentle and inclusive, full of the painter's admiration.

The signature on the lower right is only a simple year, month, and day.

Xie Yichao's eyes paused slightly, it was the day when the original owner took Xie Yusheng to his side and transferred it to the selfish monk.

Although the original owner took Xie Yusheng to his side, he had never met him.

Xie Yichao looked at the date of signing, so this painting should be the appearance of his brother that 15-year-old Xie Yusheng drew in his imagination. The appearance is indeed similar to the original owner, but the temperament is very different.

It's also because I haven't seen it before that it makes a huge difference.

Did Xie Yusheng look forward to meeting his elder brother... Xie Yichao stroked the eyes of the portrait with his fingertips, how could the original owner have such a clear and tolerant gaze.

Since seeing this painting, Xie Yichao's expression has become unusual.

Luo Ran looked at Shu Qingyan, who was silent beside her, in fear, and wanted to send out a signal for help, but when she caught Shu Qingyan's attention, she didn't dare to make any movement.

She thought that Shu Qingyan was like a particularly exquisite and beautiful utensil, as if as long as he defeated the owner of the utensil, he could plunder him. That non-threatening fragility and helplessness completely aroused the dark desire in others' hearts.

And Luo Ran just thought that staying by Shu Qingyan's side would not hurt her, but what did she see now?

Sensing her gaze, Shu Qingyan turned her head.

Luo Ran retreated subconsciously, pulling away a distance with the raised painting scroll, which made Xie Yichao, who was in a daze, come back to his senses.

The moment he regained his sobriety, he saw a face that particularly excited his heart, but at this time the face was stern, and there was an unexpectedly thick and dark mist in his phoenix eyes.

Xie Yichao: "I'm not him."

The person on the opposite side was slightly taken aback by his words, like a video played upside down, it was once again the dear junior brother of the former senior brother.

Xie Yichao put down the drawing paper in his hand and approached him.

He successfully grasped Shu Qingyan's arm, cruising along the contour of his back to his side waist, with a little force, the fragrance of pear blossoms was quite strong.

Xie Yichao bowed his head and kissed Shu Qingyan's lips, tasting it lightly.

Luo Ran, who was watching the audience, covered her mouth with her hands and said, "Help me, she won't be murdered because she saw something she shouldn't have seen, right?"

Xie Yi glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and the little girl who was originally wide-eyed rolled her eyes and fell limp to the ground.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?" Shu Qingyan was a little worried about Luo Ran, even though she knew that senior brother would not harm the little girl.

Xie Yichao: "Don't you like others watching?"

"...Brother!" Shu Qingyan blushed and pushed him away, "Since you know where you are now, why do you still do it!"

Xie Yichao thick-skinned: "That's why I made others invisible."

The servants who were cleaning up Xie Yusheng's belongings in the painting workshop seemed to have forgotten that there were two people in charge of their affairs in the courtyard, but they did not stop their work and continued to act according to the hints in their minds.

Shu Qingyan saw that the senior brother was not in the right state, and stroked the other party's hair: "Senior brother, restrain yourself."

Xie Yichao: "Qingyan, you are so kind." He clasped the back of Shu Qingyan's head, and kissed deeply into the sweet juiced mouth of the big beauty.

Since seeing the portraits of the characters just now, Xie Yichao has fallen into a state of separation of soul and body. He finds that he has traveled to this world and received the memory of the original owner is gradually losing. Occasionally, he will be confused because of the double memory. influence is completely eliminated.

The consciousness and emotion left in the body also disappeared with the passage of time.

Now, he is completely integrated with the body of Zhenggong in the novel. In the world, there is only Xie Yichao who has traveled from the real world to the world in the novel. The original Xie Yichao disappeared after discovering the painting drawn by his younger brother.

Xie Yichao satirized it in his eyes, it was like this every time, in the novel, it was not until Shu Qingyan sank into the deep sea and died that he regretted it too much. He understood his love for Shu Qingyan, and now he knew his brother's friendship. It was something the other party wanted very much but didn't dare to think about.

"You want me to bring Yusheng's ashes back to Xie's house?" Liang Xueqing was surprised.

Xie Yichao: "He asked you to."

Liang Xueqing looked at him for a while: "I see."