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All of a sudden, people in the palace were panicked.

The news in the palace was tightly sealed. Uncle Liu sent people to inquire, but nothing was found out.

After Zhan Yi was fed a dose of calming soup, he curled up in Xu Zhong's arms and passed out, while Chang Xiyang, this was the first time since he entered the Orange Palace, he fell asleep alone without the company of the little prince.

The night in early spring is always so cold, he curled up under the quilt, and there was no boy in the empty place next to him.

The boy who was always used to holding him tightly in his arms and kissing him did not know what situation he was in now.

Because of his suggestion.

Because of his suggestion, the husband he was about to marry didn't know what to do, his childhood friend was poisoned and fell into a coma, and the emperor of a country was full of worries.

Really... How is he going to explain to the Second Prince?How should I give myself an explanation.

Chang Xiyang slept very restlessly at night. He dreamed that Jiang Yuanchun was still not rescued in the end, lying in a coffin, staring at the sky and him with his eyes wide open.

Hao Zhizhang knelt beside the coffin and wept, but when he raised his head again, he changed into Si Song's appearance. Danfeng, who was always lazy, had blood in his eyes and stared wide-eyed, "Why did you want to kill him?"

"No, I didn't, I didn't! I don't want to, and I don't want Yuanchun to be hurt!" Chang Xiyang hoarse, trying to defend himself.

"Then why...you want to kill me?" Si Song's face suddenly distorted, turning into the appearance of Mr. Orange, the young man cried sadly, looked at himself weakly, aggrieved and resentfully, Chang Xiyang was almost going crazy !

"I don't! Orange, orange! I don't want to either! I don't know! I don't know either!"

Chang Xiyang screamed and woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.

When he sat up in shock, he realized that the sky was getting a little brighter and the sun was about to rise.

There seemed to be a vague figure beside the table, Chang Xiyang was a little alert, "Who's there!"

The figure didn't panic, and took a sip from the teacup, "Did Xiyang have a nightmare?"

"Chengcheng! You...you're back?" Chang Xiyang was a little surprised, he didn't expect the boy to come back so early.

"How long have you been sitting? Why don't you come to bed and sleep?"

The young man shook his head, "Get up, don't wash up yet, come here. Someone made soup for you, you are frightened, you should make up for it."

"Make soup so early? Are you asleep? Has the Holy One made things difficult for you?" Chang Xi raised his body, put on his coat, and walked towards the boy.

"I didn't sleep, but I'm not sleepy. Go to sleep later. Brother Yuanchun is not in a good condition... He hasn't woken up yet, and the old guys in the Tai Hospital can't do anything about it."

Mr. Orange opened the lid, and a burst of aroma came out. Only then did Chang Xiyang see that there was a small casserole in front of the young man, and there was still some hot soup in it.

"Eat it, eat it all. Let me see."

It wasn't that bright yet, the boy turned his back to the window, his expression was immersed in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

Chang Xiyang always felt that the boy's tone was a bit unusual. He sat beside him and brought over the casserole, "Is there no smaller bowl? I'll put it out and eat it."

"It's all yours."

Chang Xiyang couldn't say anything more, so he took a spoonful from the small casserole and blew it, "What kind of soup is this, so fragrant?"

"Guess."

"Huh?" Chang Xiyang took a sip. The soup was very good. He saw the soup clearly through the light coming in from the window. There were small oily flowers floating in the soup. In it lay a pigeon that was overcooked.

"Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

"Then eat them all."

Chang Xiyang slowly put the soup into his mouth, "Don't you eat meat? It's simmered just right and very fresh."

Hearing this, Chang Xiyang paused, put down the spoon, picked up the chopsticks, and tore off a piece of meat. The meat was very tender and not old at all, and it fell off as soon as he tore it off. There was still a silver piece on the pigeon's foot. the ringlet...

"Why are you crying?" The boy looked at him lazily. "Reluctant?"

Chang Xiyang didn't speak, tears poured down his face into the soup, his hand holding the spoon trembled uncontrollably.

"Eat them all. Don't leave a single bite behind." The little prince's voice sank, almost turning cold.

"Chang Xiyang, this king wants to watch you eat them all. This kind of dirty stuff shouldn't be left in the world, should it? Eat it and it will disappear."

"Chang Xiyang, guess what's inside the ring on the pigeon's foot? This king has seen it, it's the family crest of the second prince."

"Chang Xiyang, why did the pigeons from the second prince's mansion appear in this king's bamboo forest?"

"Chang Xiyang, how many things have you told your second prince? Have you ever told him how slutty Chang Xiyang is on this king's bed?"

"Chang Xiyang, don't cry anymore, this king won't feel bad."

"Chang Xiyang, are you afraid?"

Chang Xiyang couldn't drink anymore, leaned over the table, his shoulders trembling.

The little prince grabbed his hair and exposed his face, "Finish."

The sky was completely lit up, and the boy's pretty and childish face was full of gloom.

Chang Xiyang vaguely saw the young man's face through tears... He had never seen such a cold expression on this man.

Cold and loveless.A deeply disgusted look.

"I'm sorry." Chang Xiyang opened his mouth.

"Stop talking. I don't want to hear your voice. Eat." The former god's appearance was distorted into a Shura in hell, the holy brilliance faded, and Mr. Orange's brows and eyes were full of evil spirits.

"Chang Xiyang, it's fine if you're only close to using this king, and this king forgives you. Has this king hated you for so long?"

"You already knew that."

"This king naturally knows. Do you really think that this king is a fool? You teased me without knowing it?"

He let go of his dignity and blinded his eyes with his own hands. He raised the date of marriage so early, but he wanted to confirm his identity earlier, as if...

In this way, he can completely own this person. It seems that Chang Xiyang really belongs to him.

"But what did Brother Yuanchun do wrong? This king really misjudged you. This king was wrong, completely wrong. Poisoning? You are really good.

Sacrificing the general who held military power in the dynasty, blaming and eradicating the unsightly little prince, and then what?Then are you going to help your second prince ascend the throne! "

"Poison? Me?" Chang Xiyang was stunned, he didn't even hear what the young man said later, he repeated it blankly before his brain realized, "You mean I was the one who poisoned Yuan Chun? "

"Why are you still pretending to be innocent?" Mr. Orange sneered, "What did you go to his room for the night before yesterday? Do you really think no one knows?"

"I didn't!" Chang Xiyang roared out.

"My people saw you go out from the bamboo forest and arrived at the wooden house, night clothes? It's great to know how to do light work... Do you really think I'm so reassuring of you, so defenseless?"

"I didn't poison you." Chang Xiyang wiped away his tears and raised his face stubbornly.With black hair and white clothes, his eyes are firm.

Mr. Orange shook his head, and caressed his face obsessively, "I like your appearance so much, and your hair,... I don't want to ruin my face, so give me your hair."

"what?"

The boy grabbed Chang Xiyang's ink-colored hair like a waterfall, pulled out the sword on the table and chopped it down.

He is not a martial artist, so he used all brute force. After a moment of scalp bursting pain, the sound of hair being chopped off came to Chang Xiyang's ears and entered his hollow brain. The blade was neat and sharp. At the extreme, the tip was glowing with silver light, Mr. Orange threw away the sword in his hand, and let go of his long hair.

The hair fell to the ground, all over the place.Chang Xiyang lost his focus, and fell suddenly, falling from the chair to the ground, making a muffled sound of his heavy body hitting the ground, and... a crisp cracking sound.

His jade pendant!

Regardless of the pain, Chang Xiyang reached out to touch his jade pendant. The jade pendant was tied to the lace of his coat. When he fell, he hit the ground first,...it was broken.

When he was a child, Chang's mother tied the jade pendant to his body with a gentle and kind look, "The jade pendant will protect us, Xiyang, for a safe life. Don't lose Xiyang."

The little Chang Xiyang nodded vigorously, "I will definitely not lose it!"

But later, when he met the little prince who was like a little bean, he squatted on the ground crying and shrunk into a small ball. Chang Xiyang touched the jade pendant, sighed, and squatted down, "Cheng Cheng, please stop crying, okay?" ?”

"Chengcheng... Chengcheng wants a jade pendant, brother Xiyang's... jade pendant, if you don't give it to Chengcheng, just... keep crying."

Xiao Douding cried so hard that he couldn't speak, his voice twitched, sounding extremely sad.

"Then brother Xiyang gave it to Chengcheng, and Chengcheng won't cry, right?"

"Really?" Little Douding raised his face, his originally fair face was crying like a little tabby cat.

"Really. My brother gave you the jade pendant, but Cheng Cheng should keep it safe, okay?"

"Brother Xiyang is the best!" Xiao Douding wiped away his tears, and smiled with two small dimples, "This way, Brother Xiyang's most important thing is in Chengcheng's hands!"

"Huh?" Chang Xiyang was a little puzzled, he originally thought that this kid was just interested in his jade pendant.

"In this way, Brother Xiyang will never be able to live without Chengcheng." Xiao Douding burst into laughter, hugged Chang Xiyang and gave him a "baji" kiss, because he was crying too hard just now, and he still couldn't restrain his body now twitch.

Chang Xiyang didn't know how to explain to his mother when he went back, but seeing the child's current appearance, he still hugged him into his arms and patted him on the back, "Don't cry like this in the future, it will hurt your body."

"Okay! Now brother Xiyang's most important thing is in Chengcheng's hands. So... no, you can't leave Chengcheng. You can't."

"Brother knows."

"Brother Xiyang..." The childish voice was still smiling, calling his name, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Brother Xiyang's jade pendant is broken." The same address overlapped with the one in memory, but the voice was no longer the childish voice of the time, but the ironic voice of a teenager.

Chang Xiyang woke up, hurriedly picked up the pieces of the jade pendant, and tried to spell them out in his hands. After Chang's father was beheaded, his mother hanged herself and disappeared.

During the chaos, he was snatched away by Liu Ding's people, and all the treasures in the Changfu were confiscated,...

This jade pendant was the only thought that Chang's mother left him.It is also the only thing related to Changfu.

That is his real home!

Now... nothing.

Chang Xiyang is alone in this world, already a person with no one to rely on.

...He heard the young man's nice voice, "The medicine that the foreigners got is said to be addictive, is it comfortable? I put a higher dose of the medicine, so that Brother Xiyang will probably be a useless person in the future..." .”

Chang Xiyang tried to open his eyes wide. He could no longer understand the boy's words. His brain seemed to give up thinking. He watched the man squat down in front of him and raised his chin. It will be very painful, brother Xiyang, beg me, ask me for your medicine. From now on, it will be like this, okay?"

"Uh..." Chang Xiyang looked at him in confusion, and he grabbed the boy's hand uncontrollably, subconsciously looking for him.

To ask for a kiss, to be embraced by him, to be wanted by him.

Mr. Orange looked indifferently at this man who had completely lost his mind, wrapped his body around his own, panted nicely, and called his name.The boy frowned and pushed Chang Xiyang away.