I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

No matter what Xiao Yiran said, Yan Yun was unmoved, he was immersed in inexplicable sadness, and the tears that fell soaked Xiao Yiran's shoulders.

Feeling the warm touch from his shoulders, Xiao Yiran sighed helplessly, he took a step back, put his hands on Yan Yun's shoulders, and forced him to look directly at him.

"What kind of words does a man cry like?" Although it was a reproachful word, not only did it not have the slightest hint of reproach, but it was a little more pampering: "A man does not flick his tears lightly, my son, why are you doing this?" thing?"

Having said this, Yan Yun immediately tensed up, and then he raised his head to look at Xiao Yiran, his eyes red from crying were still filled with tears: "It is said that there are tears that cannot be flicked lightly, but that is not yet sad."

"Is it better now?" Xiao Yiran held Yan Yun in his arms again, and reached out to wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes: "If you keep doing this, I really don't know what to do."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yiran sighed lightly, bowed his head and kissed away the tears from the corner of Yan Yun's mouth.

Xiao Yiran's sudden warmth made Yan Yun's heart beat so abnormal, he shyly avoided Xiao Yiran's glued gaze, even though his ears had turned red, he still pretended to be heroic and said: "My son orders you to forget about the everything as if it never happened.”

"What's the matter?" Seeing Yan Yun's red earlobes, Xiao Yiran knew that he was embarrassed, but still deliberately asked: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"That's just right, nothing happened just now." After Yan Yun finished speaking, he jumped up and stood up. He patted the wrinkled clothes, and stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Yiran up.

Xiao Yiran took Yan Yun's hand, but didn't get up immediately, but grabbed his hand and stared at him with a malicious smile: "Could it be that what the prince said was about someone lying on my shoulder and crying non-stop?" ?"

Hearing this, Yan Yun's face immediately changed from cloudy to sunny, he turned his head away uncomfortably, trying to withdraw his hand: "Get up by yourself."

"It's okay if you want me to forget about that." Xiao Yiran said, pulling Yanyun past him: "Give me some benefits."

Yan Yun's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell into Xiao Yiran's arms.He subconsciously grabbed Xiao Yiran's cuff, but Xiao Yiran dragged his hand to his waist.

"A kiss, I'll keep the secret for you." Xiao Yiran embraced Yan Yun's waist, his deep eyes were focused on Yan Yun's face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if there was a spring breeze in his eyes.

Yan Yun, who was extremely refusing, suddenly stopped struggling. Yan Yun could never refuse beauty, he stared blankly at Xiao Yiran and said, "Is one kiss enough? If it's not enough, we can discuss it, and I can also consider giving more benefits. "

Suddenly being turned into an army, Xiao Yiran couldn't laugh or cry: "How much more?"

Yan Yun touched Xiao Yiran's waist and smiled: "One?"

Xiao Yiran frowned slightly and shook his head dissatisfied.

Yan Yun was not sure: "Two?"

Xiao Yiran still shook his head: "Not enough."

"How much is enough?" As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, Xiao Yiran leaned over, staring at Yan Yun's lips with his dark eyes, and leaned over to kiss her.

It's cold outside, but warm inside.

On this day, what left a deep impression on Yan Yun's memory was not only the singing of birds outside the window, but also the fragrance of flowers all over the trees, what was even more unforgettable was Xiao Yiran's affectionate eyes and the gradually disordered breathing of the two, which made Wei The cold early spring is filled with boundless warmth.

Yan Yun thought Xiao Yiran couldn't get up because he was trying to tease him deliberately, but he didn't know that Xiao Yiran really couldn't get up at that moment.

Day after day passed, Xiao Yiran stayed in the imperial study almost every day except for going to court and dealing with necessary official duties.

After he ascended the throne, he still lived in the palace where he used to live when he was the sixth prince. Since he hadn't lived in the palace for a long time, the furnishings inside were already very old. The ministers persuaded him in every possible way, but Xiao Yiran remained unmoved and insisted on living in it.

Yan Yun stayed with him every day, saw the old palace, and asked Xiao Yiran why he insisted on living here.

Xiao Yiran remained silent, and led Yanyun to push open a door. On the long table in the room, there stood a memorial tablet alone, which was Xiao Yiran's mother and concubine.

Yan Yun scanned the tablet and frowned and asked, "Why is this tablet here?"

"It was thrown out by Concubine Li back then." Xiao Yiran tried his best to make his voice sound calmer, but Yan Yun could still see his grief and indignation.

Anyone who sees their loved ones dying and still living in peace, will be angry at being insulted like this.

This kind of humiliation is unbearable for ordinary people, let alone Xiao Yiran, a prince?

As a prince, but unable to keep his dignity after the death of his biological mother, this is undoubtedly a huge blow to Xiao Yiran.

Yan Yun just wanted to say something to comfort him, but Xiao Yiran walked to the side of the memorial tablet, touched the gap at the edge, and said again: "That day, I was just praised by my master in front of my father because of my good homework. The concubine hates me for this."

Yan Yun silently walked to his side without saying a word, quietly waiting for Xiao Yiran to speak, he knew that what Xiao Yiran needed more at this moment was someone to confide in.

"That's why I didn't go to listen to the teacher's lecture that day."

"Is it the day I met you in the Royal Garden?" As soon as Xiao Yiran said, Yan Yun remembered.

Even though so many years had passed, Yan Yun still remembered how Xiao Yiran was covered in injuries that day.

"En." Xiao Yiran continued: "That day Concubine Li called me and said she wanted to take me to enjoy the flowers, but she took me to a corner where no one was around, and pushed me into the river."

Hearing this, Yan Yun couldn't help becoming nervous, and he asked, "Is there no one to save you?"

"No." Xiao Yiran stared at the tablet, and said silently: "I swam for a long time before I swam ashore."

Yan Yun: "Have you gone to tell your father?"

"When I went to look for my father, Concubine Li was there. When she saw me going, she pretended to be worried about me for my father's sake."

"So you didn't complain to your father?" Yan Yun also became nervous along with Xiao Yiran, he grabbed Xiao Yiran's hand and said, "What happened next?"

"Later." Xiao Yiran sneered, touched the gap in the tablet and said: "She tricked me into going to a place where no one was around, ordered someone to beat me up, and threw my mother and concubine's tablet at me."

Hearing this, a trace of unbearableness flashed across Yan Yun's eyes, he couldn't help squeezing Xiao Yiran's hand tightly, not daring to continue asking.

Xiao Yiran smiled in relief, and took the initiative to say: "It's nothing, it's all over."

"So you used to live this kind of life." Yan Yun raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yiran, trying to capture the disappointment in his eyes.

Xiao Yiran just smiled indifferently and said: "But I met you because of this, it can be regarded as a kind of compensation."

"But I didn't know that you had suffered these things that day, and I promised to protect you in the future, but I didn't do it."

As he said that, Yan Yun felt his heart being pulled. He looked at Xiao Yiran with guilt on his face: "I'll make it up to you slowly in the future, okay?"

"it is good."

Yan Yun felt ashamed in his heart, he walked to the front of the tablet, and reverently kowtowed to the tablet several times.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yiran stretched out his hand to pull him up, and patted the ashes on his forehead.

"Isn't your mother and concubine my mother and concubine? Is it okay to kowtow to her?" After Yan Yun finished speaking, he glared at Xiao Yiran and said, "Could it be that you have a ghost in your heart and don't regard me as your own family?"

Hearing these words, Xiao Yiran's originally calm eyes flashed a gleam of joy, because of Yan Yun's words, the haze in his heart was instantly swept away:

"Is it too early to worship Gaotang?"

Xiao Yiran saw that Yan Yun was uncomfortable being said, and teased with a smile: "If you can't wait, I will make you a queen today."

After saying that, Xiao Yiran knelt down in front of the memorial tablet and said: "Mother and concubine are on top, my son Xiao Yiran is willing to marry Yan Yun..."

"Don't make trouble." Yan Yun quickly covered his mouth, carefully looked around and said: "Don't talk nonsense, you are the king of a country, if you hear it, you will be laughed at."

"There is no reason in the world for a man to be a queen."

Yan Yun was still muttering to himself, but he didn't notice that Xiao Yiran's expression changed.He didn't want to continue this topic, so he dragged Yan Yun back to the bedroom.

The two sat down at the small table, Xiao Yiran poured tea for Yan Yun, and continued to look out of the window to lose his mind.

"You've only poured me three cups." Yan Yun reluctantly took the tea and said, "This is the fourth cup."

"Really?" Xiao Yiran acted as if he had just realized it: "Did I pass it up for you?"

"En." After Yan Yun finished speaking, he and Xiao Yiran looked at Haitang outside the window together.

Although he was looking out the window, he was always paying attention to Xiao Yiran's every move from the corner of his eye.

With the inseparable relationship these few days, Yan Yun has gradually developed, Xiao Yiran's memory seems to be not very good, some things he just did, he forgets in a blink of an eye, and what he said just now, he will repeat again.

"Yanyun, do you know that my mother and concubine like crabapple as much as you do." Xiao Yiran's eyes fixed on the crabapple flowers outside the window: "So I planted two crabapple trees here, one is yours and the other is My concubine's."

Saying that, Xiao Yiran pulled Yan Yun to the window, pointed to two crabapple trees and said: "The bigger one belongs to my concubine mother, and the smaller one belongs to you."

"They're planted here, and I can see them when I look up."

Yan Yun listened, feeling a little uncomfortable: "If I never know your heart, who will you show it to?"

"I didn't expect you to really come and see it." Xiao Yiran looked at the flowers that were slowly withering and said, "Plant two in front of my eyes, so I can look at them from time to time and keep them in mind."

Hearing this, the scene of Xiao Yiran standing alone by the window looking at the flowers suddenly appeared in Yan Yun's mind, which inexplicably gave people a feeling of desolation.

He couldn't help looking at Xiao Yiran, and found that Xiao Yiran's eyes were a little blurred. Yan Yun felt that something was wrong, so he tentatively called his name.

Xiao Yiran quickly agreed, he looked in Yan Yun's direction, smiled slightly, and repeated what he said just now: "So I planted two crabapple trees here, one is yours, the other is My concubine's."

These words made Yan Yun's heart chill, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he said tentatively, "I saw the flowers you planted for me, and I like them very much."

Xiao Yiran suddenly stopped talking, he suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Yun, and said unexpectedly: "This is not for you, this is what I planted for Yan Yun."

Obviously, Xiao Yiran at this moment could no longer recognize Yan Yun.

As soon as these words came out, the only luck remaining in Yan Yun's heart was instantly wiped out. He tried his best to stabilize his mind, pointed at himself with force and said, "Who am I?"

Xiao Yiran looked at it carefully, but couldn't tell why.

Yan Yun asked again unwillingly: "Who are you?"

For a long time, Xiao Yiran didn't answer, he stared straight at Yan Yun, as if he wanted to see through him.

Yan Yun was horrified by him, and he had already made the worst plan in his heart.

Just when Yan Yun was about to find a reliable imperial doctor to treat Xiao Yiran, Xiao Yiran suddenly smiled lightly and took Yan Yun's hand and said, "See if I scare you, am I pretending to be so?"

"Are you pretending?" Yan Yun stared into Xiao Yiran's eyes probing: "So you haven't lost your memory?"

"Well, just kidding you."

Yan Yun's hanging heart sank half, but his heart was still not at ease.

Seeing this, Xiao Yiran crossed the window and broke off a cluster of flower branches, and handed it to Yan Yun: "May I show you my face and accept this belated flower?"

"This son can't be sent away with a flower." Yan Yun said arrogantly, but his hands were very honest, and he had already taken the flower and held it in his hand.

Xiao Yiran dismantled it without losing face: "Since you don't want it, why did you hide the flower I gave you in the innermost layer of your clothes, and you can't bear to throw it away even after it withers?"

Yan Yun suddenly felt ashamed when his little thought was exposed. He faltered for a long time and couldn't explain why, so he ran away in a hurry holding the newly acquired flower branch.

Standing in front of the window, Xiao Yiran watched Yan Yun's figure slowly go away, gradually turning into a small black spot, until finally he couldn't see anything at all, then turned his head reluctantly.

The spring breeze in March is not warm, and even carries a chill that the winter will not have time to subside.

A slight gust of wind blew the crabapple flowers into pieces, petals in twos and threes fluttered with the wind, dangling and falling on Xiao Yiran's shoulders.

The originally pink and white petals were blown into rose red by the wind, and the folds on the petals were folded in different shades, as if they were soaked, exuding an aura of decay.

Xiao Yiran brushed off the fallen flowers on his shoulders, looked at the remaining flowers on the tree, only to realize that it was already the end of March, he picked up the petals and said sadly: "The flowering period will eventually pass, and it will eventually wither."

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