I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

When Da Zhuang woke up, it was not yet fully dawn.There were four people crowded in the small wooden house, except for Da Zhuang who was lying down, the other three were all sad.

Xingfeng and Li Yang leaned against the table and fell asleep, Yanyun didn't close his eyes all night, sitting on the hard couch in front of the bed and looking out the window.

When Da Zhuang opened his eyes, what he saw was Yan Yun's back.He stared at the back silently for a long time, his eyes gradually dimmed, as if he saw something else through that back.After looking at it like this for a long time, Da Zhuang reluctantly said: "Third Highness, I finally see you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Yan Yun's clothes and was about to sit up.

Yan Yun hurriedly pushed the person back, and said a little tiredly: "Lie down first, your wound is on your stomach, if you move around, the wound will open."

Perhaps because of being too tired, Yan Yun's voice sounded rare and soft, no different from the voice in Da Zhuang's memory.

"Oh." Da Zhuang lay down obediently, staring at Yan Yun non-stop: "Your Highness, where have you been these days, I have been searching for a long time but I can't find you."

Listening to Da Zhuang talking about the Third Highness, Yan Yun was inexplicably agitated and remorseful.

Da Zhuang and Xing Feng are about the same age, they are still immature children, and they are both easy to depend on others.It is not difficult to see from Da Zhuang's words and deeds that he has a deep affection for the third prince.

Now that the situation is so chaotic and too busy to take care of himself, Yan Yun no longer wants to get involved in other things, let alone deceive a pure boy for his own benefit.

In the past, Yan Yun could not empathize, but after seeing Xing Feng crying and helpless in front of her, Yan Yun suddenly understood this bondage.

It feels good to be relied on, but choosing to rely on someone requires unconditional trust. Yan Yun doesn't want to ruin this precious bond.

Furthermore, Da Zhuang said that the Third Highness of the Qiang Kingdom who had never met before was still his own younger brother, Yan Yun didn't want to push others to do things that he shouldn't have done.

Thinking of this, Yan Yun turned around solemnly, looked at Da Zhuang and said, "Da Zhuang, there is something I want to tell you."

As soon as these words came out, Da Zhuang suddenly avoided the eyes that were staring at Yan Yun. He tilted his head and looked at the gash on his stomach, and said to him from left and right: "Those people are too cruel, and this stomach will have scars in the future." It won't look good, will it?"

After finishing speaking, Da Zhuang raised his head and looked at Yan Yun, as if he was waiting for him to respond to his own words: "Really, Third Highness?"

The words "Third Highness" are very heavy, as if he is deliberately seeking proof of something, Da Zhuang's eyes are sincere and sincere, like a deer in the forest.

Seeing this, Yan Yun's heart suddenly softened. He smiled helplessly, glanced at the wound and said, "Be careful so that no scars will be left. I have a magic medicine."

As soon as these words came out, Da Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. He looked at Yan Yun happily, and said briskly: "I can rest assured that His Highness said that. The Third Highness will never lie to me."

Da Zhuang's injury is still not healed, Yan Yun and Li Yang discussed it and decided to wait for Da Zhuang's injury to recover before going to the palace.

In the past few days, the three of them didn't dare to slack off completely, they would not leave the wooden house if there was nothing to do, after all, they were in Jiang Country now, which was Xiao Yiyang's territory.

The task of taking care of Da Zhuang fell on Yan Yun.Yan Yun applied medicine to Da Zhuang as usual, and within a few days, Da Zhuang's wound had almost healed.

As Yan Yun said, no scars were left.

"Your Highness, I have something to return to you." Da Zhuang, who was always nagging endlessly, was exceptionally reticent today, and suddenly said such a confusing sentence.

Yan Yun looked suspiciously, and Da Zhuang carefully took out a piece of translucent green jade pendant from the innermost layer of his clothes and handed it to him.

"This is the military order you left me at that time." Da Zhuang said, put the jade pendant on Yan Yun's palm, and lowered his head and whispered: "You should need it."

The military order of the Qiang Kingdom can mobilize the army, no matter whose soldier it is, it will obey the dispatch only when it sees the military order.

"This is three..." At this point, Yan Yun paused and asked again: "Is this my military order?"

Hearing this, Da Zhuang smiled helplessly: "Is Your Highness injured so badly? I can't even remember my own military order."

Yan Yun took the jade pendant and looked at it for a while, hesitating whether to tell Da Zhuang that he is not the third prince, but Da Zhuang spoke first: "This is yours."

"You must need it very much now." After finishing speaking, Da Zhuang lay down and turned his face to the side of the bed, as if refusing to communicate.

After thinking for a long time, Yan Yun decided to tell Da Zhuang the truth.He patted Da Zhuang's shoulder, put the military order beside Da Zhuang's pillow, and said softly: "I am not the third prince, nor your Highness, and this military order does not belong to me."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yun glanced at Da Zhuang, who was still lying on his side, as if he had fallen asleep.

Yan Yun sighed, turned around and was about to leave, Da Zhuang said unexpectedly: "I know you are not the Third Highness, but you are his brother, the eldest son of Jiang Kingdom."

Yan Yun was startled by Da Zhuang's words, he stopped in his tracks and asked in confusion, "Then why are you?"

"Because I don't want to admit that His Highness is dead." Da Zhuang's tone became more and more low as he said, "I've been looking for it for so long, but I always feel that His Highness is still alive."

Faced with such a situation for the first time, Yan Yun didn't know how to react. He looked at Xingfeng, then at Li Yang, and found that the expressions of the two of them were more at a loss than his own, so he had no choice but to say: "So you should Take good care of your Highness's things."

"That day I saw the First Prince kill His Highness with my own eyes." Da Zhuang's expression was a bit desperate: "It was the First Prince who killed His Highness, so I cannot let the military order fall into the hands of the First Prince."

Speaking of this, Da Zhuang's voice trembled uncontrollably. He tugged at Yan Yun's sleeve almost pleadingly and said, "My lord, you are Your Highness. If you live well, His Highness is still alive."

Yan Yun wanted to say something, but when he saw Da Zhuang's earnest eyes, he didn't know what to do.

"Your Highness, you are the same person as His Highness, I can feel it, that's why I chased you all the way, you have His Highness's shadow on you."

Da Zhuang twitched a few times uncontrollably, wondering if he was too emotional, the wound that had already healed leaked a little bit of blood again.

Yan Yun compromised, he supported Da Zhuang to lie down and healed his wound, stroked his head and comforted him: "I see, don't get excited, heal the injury first."

This is already the seventh day that Xiao Yiran has been under house arrest in the palace.

Except for Xiao Yiyang's appearance on the first day, Xiao Yiyang never came again at other times.

He was arranged in the palace where he used to live when he was a prince. He had all the food, drink, and everything he wanted. Except that there were always guards at the door, everything looked harmonious.

The guards outside the door rotated round and round without interruption, Xiao Yiran was locked, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"I don't believe he will stay so honestly, keep an eye on it." Xiao Yiyang said, waved his subordinates back, and went to meet Xiao Yiran in person.

The huge palace was deserted, and Xiao Yiran sat alone in front of the table, reading a book quite leisurely, with an air of neither fighting nor grabbing.

"How is the emperor?" Xiao Yiyang sat down in front of Xiao Yiran with a warm smile on his face.

Xiao Yiran didn't raise his head, he still stared at the book in front of him and said: "Thanks to Brother Huang, everything is fine here."

"It's just that this hall is always a bit gloomy and cold, as if there are countless wronged souls buried underground, making it difficult to sleep."

As he said that, Xiao Yiran suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on Xiao Yiyang and asked casually: "Brother Huang, do you think so?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yiyang's face suddenly turned pale, he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Xiao Yiyang just smiled and said nothing, his laughter was light and light, which sounded a little creepy.

After a long silence, he suddenly took out a painting from the table and presented it to Xiao Yiyang, saying word by word: "Brother Emperor, I miss Concubine Li."

The woman in the painting is dressed in a gorgeous crimson dress, looking graceful and luxurious, because the painting is quite old, and the woman's face and neck were stained with a few drops of dark red ink. A strange sense of gloom, this painting is exactly Li Concubine.

As soon as he saw this painting, Xiao Yiyang involuntarily took several steps back, and beads of sweat began to drip from his forehead.

He tried his best to stabilize his mind, pointed to the painting and said, "Where did you come from?"

Xiao Yiyang clearly remembered that all the belongings of his mother and concubine, including calligraphy and paintings, were all burned when she was buried, and now they suddenly appeared here, which made him inexplicably terrified.

"I forgot to tell Brother Huang that I picked this painting out of a pool of blood."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Yiyang's pupils dilated instantly, he stepped back in disbelief, and repeated in a murmur: "Impossible, I'm all burned, how is it possible!"

Seeing this, Xiao Yiran approached Xiao Yiyang with a grim smile, and forced him to look at the painting: "Look, does this bright red ink look like the blood that flowed out when Concubine Li fell in the imperial garden that day?"

"Go away!" Xiao Yiyang kept backing away, his face had turned pale, and even his voice was trembling.

Seeing this scene made Xiao Yiran happy, he put the painting back on the table, grabbed Xiao Yiyang with his cold hands and said, "Don't be afraid, Brother Emperor, it's not blood stains, I have already washed the blood stains clean."

The white candle on the table was about to be extinguished, and the falling wax dripped onto the table drop by drop. The sound of "tick-tick" made the atmosphere in the room even more strange.

Xiao Yiyang sat slumped on the ground, staring at the painting on the desk and shaking his head non-stop: "Mother Concubine, I didn't do it on purpose!"

A gust of cold wind entered the hall from the gap in the window, Xiao Yiyang shrank into a ball as if in shock, shivering uncontrollably, and kept repeating the words "Mother Concubine, don't blame me".

Xiao Yiran stood aside indifferently, looking down at Xiao Yiyang from a high position, taking a panoramic view of his embarrassed posture.

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