I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

The two were playing, when the guard suddenly knocked on the door and interrupted: "My lord, Eunuch Cheng is asking to see you."

"Let him in." Xiao Yiran adjusted his clothes in advance, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he leaned on the head of the bed in a serious manner.

As soon as Eunuch Cheng came in, he saw the prince who hadn't put his smile away and the prince who was pretending to be serious.

Seeing Eunuch Cheng coming, Yan Yun was not surprised, because he already knew from Wang Ao that Eunuch Cheng belonged to Xiao Yiran.

"Is the prince better?" Cheng Gonggong said, made a bow, and then glanced at Yan Yun, before saying: "This old servant has something important to report to the prince."

Seeing this, Yan Yun wisely got up and was about to leave, but Xiao Yiran grabbed his wrist: "It's okay, there are no outsiders here, just tell me."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yiran held Yan Yun's hand generously, and gave him a comforting look.

Seeing this scene, Eunuch Cheng didn't think it was strange, and continued: "The emperor seems to be dying soon, I'm afraid it will be soon..."

Xiao Yiran motioned him to continue, Cheng Gong said: "My lord, please make a plan early and ascend the throne as soon as possible, so as to avoid future troubles."

"En." Xiao Yiran didn't say anything more, rubbed his temples a little tiredly and said: "It's been hard these few days, leave the next thing to me."

"My lord, your body..." Eunuch Cheng wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Xiao Yiran: "It's okay, it's much better, you've been tired for a long time, go down and rest first."

Eunuch Cheng looked at Xiao Yiran several times anxiously before leaving.

Only Xiao Yiran and Yan Yun were left in the room. Yan Yun's hand was already sweating after being held for a while. He touched Xiao Yiran's palm and found that his palm was still cold.

Yan Yun's heart sank inexplicably, and he suddenly had a bad premonition, he shook his head, trying to get rid of this frightening thought.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Yan Yun shaking his head non-stop, Xiao Yiran asked with concern, "Headache?"

"A little bit." Yan Yun avoided Xiao Yiran's eyes and said, "I have someone here who may be useful to you."

"Who?"

"Zhang San." As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, Xiao Yiran's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "He was caught by you?"

"En." Yan Yun saw Xiao Yiran's emotional change, patted the back of his hand and comforted him: "Xiao Yiyang wanted to kill him, but I stopped him."

Xiao Yiran remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking, Yan Yun said again: "I know that he poisoned you."

"I don't blame you for my death."

It wasn't until Yan Yun said this that Xiao Yiran reacted. He looked directly at Yan Yun, and there were so many thoughts in his heart that he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Yan Yun smiled knowingly, straightened the broken hair on his forehead with a light smile, and said, "I know, it's over, and everything will be fine."

"I poisoned Xiao Yiyang." Xiao Yiran stared and said in a low voice, but did not dare to look directly into Yan Yun's eyes after speaking.

"En." Yan Yun's expression was calm, without any disturbance.

Xiao Yiran raised his head in surprise and said, "Don't you think I'm bad? I've become a villain just like him when I treat him like this."

"He deserved it." Yan Yun's voice was cold: "You don't have to feel guilty, this is what he owes you."

Xiao Yiran was stunned, this was the first time he saw Yan Yun speaking in such a cold tone.

Seeing Xiao Yiran's appearance, Yan Yun realized that his emotions were too intense, so he flicked Xiao Yiran's forehead lightly and said: "Why, do you think I'm too vicious?"

Xiao Yiran shook his head helplessly and smiled, before he could speak, Yan Yun said again: "There's nothing we can do about it, we two villains just happen to be a pair and harm each other."

"Okay." Xiao Yiran leaned closer to Yan Yun, stared at him with his dark eyes and said, "It will be a disaster for a lifetime."

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, the candlelight on the table was flickering, and the figures in the room were in pairs.

After being imprisoned for a few days, Xiao Yiyang's sanity became more and more blurred. Under the ravages of poison, he could no longer recognize people.

When Xiao Yiran came to see him, he hadn't eaten for several days, and was sitting on the ground in a daze with blurred eyes.

"Brother Huang." Xiao Yiran tentatively called him, but he just glanced at Xiao Yiran, and continued to be in a daze.

"He doesn't recognize you anymore." Yan Yun stepped forward, and just as he spoke, Xiao Yiyang, who was in a daze on his own, suddenly crawled over, grabbed Yan Yun's leg and said, "Ah Yun, you saw my jade pendant ?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yiran and Yan Yun were both taken aback.

Seeing that Yan Yun ignored him, Xiao Yiyang hugged Yan Yun's leg and cried and made noise: "The jade pendant you gave me is gone!"

"He only remembers you." Xiao Yiran glanced at Yan Yun and said, "When did you give him the jade pendant?"

Hearing the jealousy in Xiao Yiran's words, Yan Yun said vaguely: "I don't remember, who remembers what happened so long ago."

"It's best not to remember." Xiao Yiran's tone was not very good, his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Yan Yun: "Never remember."

"Spread out." Xiao Yiran summoned Lie Ren and said, "Say that Emperor Xiao Yiyang is crazy."

Soon, people in the entire Jiang Kingdom knew that the emperor was crazy.

King Xian, who had disappeared for many years, brought the imperial decree many years ago, exposing Xiao Yiyang's crime of plotting to usurp the throne.

Witness Zhang San revealed to civil and military officials and common people that Xiao Yiyang poisoned the real emperor Xiao Yiran because he coveted the throne.

Killing his father and mother, mutilating his siblings, one crime after another, turned Xiao Yiyang, who was the emperor, into a street mouse that everyone shouted and beaten.

The imperial decree left by the former emperor was made known to the public, and the sixth prince, Xiao Yiran, successfully succeeded to the throne and became a legitimate emperor.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Sitting on the golden dragon chair, Xiao Yiran looked at the ministers kneeling in the hall, but there was no joy on his face.

Finally regaining what belonged to him, Xiao Yiran didn't feel joy, but a sense of loss.

The poison that had coexisted in his body for more than ten years became more and more active, Xiao Yiran tried his best to ignore the bursts of pain coming from his chest, but his remaining stamina suddenly collapsed.

The ministers' congratulations, to Xiao Yiran's ears at this moment, were like sharp needles piercing his brain again and again, causing him unbearable pain.

The next moment, Xiao Yiran passed out in the hall.

When he woke up again, he had already been sent to the bedroom.

"How is it? Is it better?" Yan Yun was the first to ask when Xiao Yiran opened his eyes.

He stayed by Xiao Yiran's bedside all night, not daring to leave for a moment.

"No problem, I think it's because of overwork and lack of physical strength the past few days..." Before Xiao Yiran finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Qi, who gave Xiao Yiran a face and said viciously, "No problem? You Do you want to die?"

Xiao Yiran never liked to hear about his illness, he turned his head and ignored Li Qiwu directly, but met Yan Yun's serious face.

"Listen to Mr. Li." Yan Yun frowned and covered Xiao Yiran with a quilt, and said in a bad tone: "Let's talk when the disease is cured."

These words made Li Qiwu, who was still about to speak, suddenly quiet down. He looked at Xiao Yiran and sighed, packed his things, turned his head and left.

"I can't cure this poison." Li Qiwu's tone was no longer playful, but a bit more dignified: "I'll go to my master and see if he can help."

"I'll go with you." Seeing that Li Qiwu was not in the right mood, Liu Ruyu chased him out after speaking.

At this moment, only Yan Yun and Xiao Yiran were left in the room.

Even though he had a premonition in his heart, Yan Yun's heart still sank when he heard Li Qiwu say this with his own ears.

He subconsciously looked at Xiao Yiran, and found that the expression on Xiao Yiran's face didn't change, as if he just listened to an unimportant routine.

Seeing Xiao Yiran's seemingly indifferent appearance, Yan Yun suddenly felt as if his chest was being stabbed by a sharp knife, and every time he felt like he was being stabbed.

Only when death has been foreseen can one be indifferent to death.

Do you really not care?

Or a powerless compromise after struggling?

Yan Yun couldn't imagine how Xiao Yiran lived under the torment of the poison for so many years, how much courage it took to turn the pain into a habit, and to face death so calmly.

Yan Yun turned his head away to avoid Xiao Yiran, but he unconsciously looked at him from the corner of the eye.

Xiao Yiran sat on the bed, half leaned against the head of the bed, tilted his head and looked at Yan Yun without saying a word.

The two were silent, and neither of them spoke first.

After a long silence, Yan Yun spoke slowly, "You can actually act a little scared."

Xiao Yiran smiled helplessly, and said stiffly, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of death?"

"En." The topic was too heavy, and Yan Yun's voice was even heavier than the topic.

"If you are afraid, I can take the opportunity to hug you and whisper in your ear." Yan Yun said, still not turning back awkwardly, and then continued after a pause: "I will immediately pat you on the back Tell you, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Yiran was stunned, the corners of his mouth became curved, his eyes staring at Yan Yun were full of tenderness.

"I'm not afraid." Xiao Yiran said, holding Yan Yun's sleeve: "Because you are by my side."

These words made Yan Yun silent again, he turned his back to Xiao Yiran, his shoulders shrugged slightly, as if deliberately suppressing his emotions.

Xiao Yiran straightened up, trying to break Yan Yun to face him, he exerted great strength, but Yan Yun remained motionless, with his back stubbornly turned to him.

Helpless, Xiao Yiran got out of bed, knelt down in front of Yan Yun and said, "I'm really not afraid anymore."

"I'm afraid." Yan Yun raised his head and looked directly at Xiao Yiran as he said, his eyes were flushed, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes that he hadn't had time to wipe off.

Yan Yun said "I'm afraid" in a low voice, even if he could lower his voice, he still couldn't hide the choking in his words.

"I'm afraid..." Yan Yun repeated helplessly, "I'm really afraid."

"If I could have been by your side more than ten years earlier, I wouldn't have made you so afraid."

As he said that, Yan Yun became more and more agitated, and even started to twitch a little at the end.

"No." Xiao Yiran leaned close to Yan Yun, stretched out his hand to wrap him in his arms, patted his back and comforted him softly: "I was too miserable at that time, I don't want you to see it."

I don't know if it was because he had been suppressed for too long, Yan Yun couldn't stop sobbing, he buried his head on Xiao Yiran's shoulder and stopped talking.