Miao Jiangke

The prison palace was very cold, Zuo Qingyue's body was icy cold, Qiu Yangui hugged him tightly, trying to pass the temperature over.

Zuo Qingyue buried his head in the dark, his long and slender hands curled up on his head, his body covered in bruises.

Qiu Yangui took a deep breath, held his hand cautiously, and suddenly his eyes fixed on the letter paper exposed between his fingers. Pull that letter.

Zuo Qingyue tightened his fingers silently, but still didn't make a sound, Qiu Yangui tugged again, his voice trembling slightly, "Young master, let me have a look, okay?"

The young master did not speak, nor did he relax his strength.

Qiu Yangui stared at the familiar letter paper, his heart was so choked that he was almost speechless, he was still not willing to force it, but gritted his teeth in a low voice, "Zuo Qingyue, let go."

Zuo Qingyue didn't let go, and even shrank in, Qiu Yangui grabbed his wrist, and forcibly snatched the letter paper out as if taking advantage of the danger.

Zuo Qingyue clenched his hands into fists, and his sleeves fell down, revealing the bruises that had been strangled by Xuan Tie.

Qiu Yangui felt his eyes go dark for a moment, staring at the "suicide note" written by himself in his hand, wishing to tear the original self into pieces.

When preparing to leave, all the reluctance and unwillingness turned into relief.

In order to make the young master not feel so sad, and to forget him quickly, Qiu Yangui wrote a lot of stupid words, such as "choose a lover again", "love is shallow and fate is thin", Qiu Yangui stared at those words, his chest heaved violently Twice.

Young Master, it is here that I endured the poison.

Read what he wrote over and over again.

"Tear—" He tore the letter paper into shreds.

Zuo Qingyue raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand as if trying to stop it, but when it touched the tears in his eyes, he lowered his head suddenly and retracted it again.

Qiu Yangui hugged him cautiously again, and took a light breath, "Young master, forget those words, okay, those are all lies, and I am the real one."

Zuo Qingyue paused, as if he wanted to respond, but only hummed half a syllable, then suddenly changed his tune, trembling violently, "Uh huh..."

He firmly grasped the clothes around his heart, and clenched his teeth. Qiu Yangui knew that a new round of poison was coming. He raised his head and breathed rapidly, trying his best to calm himself down.

Then he hugged Zuo Qingyue like this, and whispered to him with an obscure expression, "Young Master, Yan Gui just rewrote a letter in his heart, may I read it to you?"

Zuo Qingyue's body trembled more and more, and Qiu Yangui's voice also trembled, "...Since Yangui can remember, he has been living in the dark, training, hiding, and disguising... The pavilion master picked it up from the mass grave. After leaving me, I followed him to see mass graves in another sense."

"I deal with people who are dying every day, whether it is a dull colleague or a dead body."

"At that time, I never thought about struggling. Being numb and obedient was used as a weapon. In my opinion, it was enough to survive. Later... I met the young master."

"The young master said that Zuo Qingyue's people never have to wrong him, and then..." Qiu Yangui frowned, but tears dripped on Zuo Qingyue's hands, "He pampered a humble assassin into a heart Ghostly beast."

A slender and cold hand was covered with a tightly clenched fist, Qiu Yangui looked at the young master who was clearly in pain and couldn't speak, and had to distract himself to comfort him, unable to restrain his emotions, he buried himself in Zuo Qingyue's neck , sobbing and said, "So even if he became an enemy, the assassin couldn't forget him. He would miss him in his spare time, and when he missed him, he would shake the silver bell around his waist. He knew that the bell would never come back again." It rang, but I still couldn't help it... I just thought, what if, what if it rang..."

"Later, he fell into the young master's hands. Even though the young master humiliated him in every possible way, he was willing to do so. It was enough for him to be by the young master's side."

"Later, he was not greedy enough." Qiu Yangui kissed Zuo Qingyue's ear, and said in a low voice, "He realized that he had selfishness, he was not reconciled, and he didn't want others to replace him, but he couldn't help it."

"The assassin hides in the dark all his life, but he also wants to love someone in an upright manner." Qiu Yangui tightened his hands a little bit, and said with a sob, "...young master, Yangui is here, and I won't go anywhere from now on. "

"I'll be with you, and when you recover...we'll get married." Qiu Yangui kissed his hair comfortingly, a little uncomfortable, but still said word by word, "I'm still alive, the young master It can only be mine."

Zuo Qingyue was tortured by the poison, but he still managed to touch him with his fingers.

I don't know how long it took, Zuo Qingyue calmed down slowly, panting lightly with exhaustion, he slowly raised his hand, and gently held Qiu Yangui's with his scarred hand, his voice was extremely hoarse, but it was especially clear in the prison palace .

He said, "...OK."

Qiu Yangui lifted his spirits, and coaxed in a low voice, "Young master, would you like to come forward?"

Zuo Qingyue paused, shook his head slightly, Qiu Yangui was stunned, he looked at Zuo Qingyue's silvery white hair, he seemed to understand something, and felt sore, "Young master is also very beautiful like this, like the god in the story book .”

His hand lowered tentatively, gently supporting the young master's face, Zuo Qingyue obviously hid, Qiu Yangui's hand stiffened, and said softly, "Let me have a look, okay?"

"...Don't look at it." After a while, Zuo Qingyue turned his face to avoid his hand, shook his head lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ugly."

He just leaned in the dark quietly like this, breathing very weakly, without his usual tough and flamboyant, Qiu Yangui shrank his fingers slightly, and said in a low voice, "Young master is not ugly."

"Let Yangui take a look, okay?" Qiu Yangui coaxed him patiently, moved his hand forward, and gently touched the young master's face, he didn't look at it clearly just now, he couldn't help worrying about the young master's eyes.

This time Zuo Qingyue was silent for a long time, but he still didn't dodge, Qiu Yan raised his face tentatively.

Those peach-blossom eyes that were always smiling were dimmed, and the pupils also turned a strange blood red. Coupled with his stunning face, he seemed like a spirit-absorbing fairy, dangerous but fragile.

Zuo Qingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon he lowered his head again, as if feeling uneasy.

When had his young master been so fragile.

When he hid in the dark again, Qiu Yangui took the initiative to lower his head and kissed his lips, and gently pecked twice, "Young master is beautiful."

Zuo Qingyue was stunned for a moment, but he didn't kiss back like before, but just stared at the wall quietly.

Qiu Yangui didn't care, he stretched out his hand to grab the young master's wrist to open the black iron, Zuo Qingyue finally moved, he withdrew his hand and whispered, "...Yangui, go back."

"Are you finally willing to talk to me?" Qiu Yangui was emotionally unstable, trembling when he spoke.

Zuo Qingyue paused, "I will hurt..."

"You won't." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qiu Yangui, who rubbed the tip of his nose against the young master's hair, "I'll accompany you, I'm not going anywhere."