"Wang... lord?"

The prince's name was not Ji Qinglin.

It was the former Regent, Ling Qing.

The person in front of him was still the same as before, with long silver hair and a silver mask on his face, only the lower half of his face could be seen, even after so many years, he seemed never to have aged.

Dressed in pure white plain clothes, he is still the lonely figure standing under the red maple tree in the old palace. The maple leaves are so red as fire, but he looks more and more lonely.

Unlike Ji Qinglin when he was in power, he didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the desire for power, except for going out to bring Ji Qinglin back as his adopted son, he just stayed behind closed doors in the mansion.

Until the next year, he found the seventh prince, Chu Yuan, who had been lost since he was a child, for Wei.

She loves this child even more than Ji Qinglin.

Ling Qing tried her best to teach him, and even once made everyone think that he just didn't want to bear the infamy of seeking power and usurping the throne, so he tried to cultivate a puppet to help him to the throne in the future.

But this conjecture that judges others by oneself was quickly shattered.

Because the Qianji Pavilion was born out of nowhere at that time, causing chaos in the world, and they killed everyone they saw. The killers who came out from there were endless, as if they would never be eliminated.

When everyone was at a loss, Ling Qing stood up uncharacteristically.

He locked Qianji Pavilion in the desert with a strange formation, but he never came back. Rumors say that he died there.

Everyone shut up now.

At this moment, Mo Song saw the person who should have died appear in front of his eyes, as if he saw a ghost, his eyes almost popped out.

After thinking about it, could it be that this is the prince's illusion, that's why Ling Qing exists?

"I am not created in this illusion."

Ling Qing seemed to see what he was thinking, and after explaining, she took out two round beads from her bosom.

"Mo Song, do me a favor."

Mo Song was shocked, after so many years, he still recognized himself.

He looked down at the things in his hand.

I don't know what it is made of, but the whole bead is clean and bright without any impurities, and the red veins inside add a bit of beauty to its plainness.

"This is... Do you want me to hand it over to the prince?"

Ling Qing nodded, but said:

"Go to a place to save a person first. If Ji Qinglin has gone, you don't have to give him this thing. If he doesn't go, go to Pingyang Pass to find him after you save someone, and then give him this thing."

"Save who?"

Ling Qing was silent for a while and said:

"The person who came in with Ji Qinglin."

After telling Mo Zhu where, Ling Qing walked towards a nearby peach grove, as if she didn't intend to go with him.

Mo Song shouted behind him:

"Since you are not dead, why don't you go back to the original real world?"

Ling Qing kept walking, the white figure gradually disappeared into the large peach blossoms, and at some point there was another figure inside, hidden by the scorching peach blossoms, he seemed to be waiting there all the time.

This person may be the reason why Ling Qing has been lonely under the red maple for many years.

Mo Song suddenly had a firm thought in his heart.

Ling Qing will never leave here in this life.

Even if it's just a fake phantom created by the illusion.

A gust of wind blew through the dozens of miles of peach groves, Ling Qing's tone was unprecedentedly gentle.

"For me, the world with him is the most real."

"I'm not going anywhere without him."

After Xi Qiu left him, Si Ruochen finally let go of his throat.

But he still couldn't help shaking all over his body.

The struggle just now exhausted all his strength, and after hearing Chu Yuan's words, he no longer wanted to resist.

As long as it wasn't like that, he didn't care about the rest.

Even if he died, he had nothing to miss, and he had nothing to fear.

This life should have died in Pingyang Pass, or in Zuihuanlou.

Xiqiu saved him because he wanted to use him, and the man saved him because of a whim.

No one really wanted to save him because they cared about him.

Hearing Chu Yuan's words just now, it is estimated that he is going to turn him into the lunatics before.

Si Ruochen thought helplessly: This is not bad, at least it can be regarded as the best ending.

The nightmare let out an angry roar, and soon there was no sound. Chu Yuan's footsteps came from the direction of the nightmare.

Si Ruochen waited quietly.

He no longer expected anyone to come to his rescue.

Chu Yuan put his hands on his face, and reached out to remove the cloth strips from his eyes.

"So good. Don't worry, there will only be a little pain, and it will pass soon."

A silver sword slashed over with hostility, and the stone door of the dark room was cut to pieces. It sliced ​​directly at Chu Yuan's head, without any intention of saving his life.

Chu Yuan rolled to the side in embarrassment at the fastest speed, trying to hide, but a piece of flesh was cut off from his body.

"Don't worry, I won't strike hard, you won't die soon, you will die slowly."

Ji Qinglin landed next to Si Ruochen, the only coolness left in his body was gone, and his whole body was almost enveloped by the soaring hostility.

The white clothes on his body were covered in blood, it could be seen that he had been killed all the way here, and the blood all over his body made him look like a killing god.

All he could see in his eyes was Si Ruochen tied there in a state of embarrassment, even a hundred times more embarrassing than when he was in Zuihuanlou, and he knew what he had gone through without thinking about it.

It seems that saying anything at this moment is superfluous.

As many injuries as there were on Si Ruochen's body, there were as many knives stabbed in Ji Qinglin's heart.

If he saw him being humiliated in Zuihuanlou, Ji Qinglin's heart would be distressed.

So at this moment, what he felt most was unspeakable guilt and regret.

The system unexpectedly didn't blame him this time, but instead said: [At least you're here, aren't you? 】

coming?But it seems too late.

After hearing Ji Qinglin's voice, Si Ruochen was thankful that he didn't come too early.

But still hesitated, and asked him embarrassingly:

"Did I... make you feel sick again?"

Ji Qinglin: "..."

His heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and blood began to ooze non-stop.

Originally, he said a hurtful word, but now it seems that it all came back to him.

"...No, don't say that."

He took off his coat like last time and covered him tightly, but this time, his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"I'll take you home after I finish taking care of these people."

Ji Qinglin untied the rope around his body until finally, he took off the cloth covering his eyes.

A pair of eyes swollen from crying were revealed.

After adapting to the sudden light, Si Ruochen looked down at his clothes, the traces must be disgusting.

"What are you blocking?"

He pushed off the clothes on his body, revealing a large area of ​​smooth skin, dotted with some hickey marks, which were bruised and purple.

Ji Qinglin was stunned, his eyes hurt.

Si Ruochen looked at him with a faint red light in his eyes.

"Why don't you dare to watch it? Do you feel disgusting too? Me too."

Ji Qinglin opened his mouth, as if what he said was wrong at the moment.

You can only put the clothes on him again.

Si Ruochen walked up to Xi Qiu.

Mo Zhu had already broken his hands and feet, cut off his tongue to prevent him from making noise, and was going to wait for Ji Qinglin to deal with it.

Seeing Si Ruochen approaching and looking at Ji Qinglin, who didn't say anything, Mo Song let him out.

Si Ruochen said to Mo Zhu:

"Give me the dagger."

Mo Zhu handed it over.

He took the dagger and stabbed it there accurately. Xiqiu lost his tongue, but his screams were still extremely shrill.

After doing this, he pulled Xi Qiu's head, and stared at him with red eyes, until finally, Xi Qiu seemed to be crazy, his eyes were dull, but it seemed that he had endured a thousand times more pain than before.

"Enjoy the dream I created for you, but everything you are afraid of will be there, and there will be nothing less than torture in the world."

Ji Qinglin looked at him, and remembered that he was dragged in like this that day.

But at this time, he couldn't pursue it anymore, because what he endured was a dream, while what Si Ruochen endured was real.

After letting Si Ruochen finish all this, he walked over and said:

"Come on, let's go home."

Si Ruochen took a step back.

"I won't go with you, I have the ability to protect myself now."

"I don't want to be dumped over and over again."

Ji Qinglin looked at his hands that were frozen in mid-air, and said patiently: "Be good, follow me home."

Si Ruochen's expression became more and more resistant, and his eyes became redder.

Ji Qinglin recalled falling into his trap that night, and said in a compromised way: "Okay, I'll let you go."

Hearing this, Si Ruochen relaxed his guard, turned around and was about to leave, but Ji Qinglin suddenly stepped forward, knocked him out with a knife in his hand, and hugged him in his arms.

"Want to run? Dream."

"Mo Zhu, take those two people with you and deal with them when I go back."

Mo Zhu who witnessed everything: "..."

"Yes."

The prince is worthy of being a prince.

When Si Ruochen woke up, he found that he had returned to the Prince Regent's Mansion, and was being soaked in the pool where he almost drowned last time.

On the opposite side, Ji Qinglin was also completely undressed and soaked, but kept looking at him, and when he saw him wake up, he said with a smile:

"I was afraid that you would wake up and run away, so I just stared at you like this."

Si Ruochen's crow-like eyelashes were stained with small drops of water in the warm air, and his eyes looked foggy.

He glanced at the wound on his body, it became more obvious under the washing of clean water, it was very dazzling.

He stretched out and rubbed vigorously, leaving glaring bloodstains on his fair skin, almost tearing off the piece of flesh.

Ji Qinglin was heartbroken and grabbed his hand.

"...Don't wash it."

Si Ruochen looked up at him blankly.

"Dirty, you don't like it, you're disgusting."

"But I can't clean it..."

Every word of Si Ruochen seemed to poke his heart.

Ji Qinglin leaned over, bowed his head and kissed that place.

"It's not dirty, and I don't feel sick either."

Dense kisses fell on every place, heavy and biting, Ji Qinglin's traces covered up the shocking red marks on it.

"Hey, let me cover it for you."

Ji Qinglin's voice was extremely gentle.

A vicious evil thought rose in Si Ruochen's heart.

"Okay. Not disgusting, is it?"

He put his arms around Ji Qinglin's neck, pulled him down, and kissed him heavily on his lips.

"Then you want me..."

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