Qi Huang

The river was rushing non-stop, on the surface, it seemed like a huge wave rolled up to the sky, and it could sweep everything in an instant.But the water is peaceful, and even three feet away, the underwater scenery can be vaguely seen.

Xie Xuan is not familiar with the underwater here, but he is good at water, and he plunged into it, holding his breath for twice as long as ordinary people.

That's what he practiced in his previous life, although many people don't know it.

Xie Xuan enjoys being in control, as long as everything is under his control, he will have the supreme sense of security, let alone his own life.

Ever since he was almost thrown into the pond by the sixth prince to feed the fish, the water that can make people sink up and down has become a part that Xie Xuan must conquer.

He swam like a nimble fish in the river.

According to the established plan, the next step is to find a place where no one can see and go ashore, and then meet with the responders.

Not far from the river bank, there is an old abandoned temple that no one cares about, and it was also the place Xie Xuan first chose.He drifted along the direction of the river for a while before he could vaguely see a protruding shoal somewhere downstream.

It was August, the season of midsummer, but it was soaked in underground water from all directions, and even the hard-hit people couldn't bear it.

Xie Xuan must go ashore as soon as possible.

He took a breath, looked at the location of the shoal, dived into the water again, and planned to swim across in one go.

Suddenly, a cold hand rested on Xie Xuan's shoulder.

Xie Xuan was startled.

Someone in the water? !

Is it an ambush or an assassin?Or was it a flaw in his plan that he hadn't noticed?

Xie Xuan's mind was spinning quickly, and in an instant, an idea took shape in his heart.

Whoever it is, he must be killed underwater.

Once on the shore, Xie Xuan, who couldn't carry it on his shoulders or hands, might die under the sword of a warrior.He could feel the large thick calluses on this hand, it must be extraordinary skill.

Xie Xuan frowned, even in the bubbling blisters, he could clearly see the fierceness in his eyes.Killing this man underwater with force and then going ashore was his only way to survive.

But before he could react, the man's hand was like a swimming fish, and the touch slid from his shoulders to his waist, so cold that he didn't feel like a living thing.At the same time, he kicked his legs upwards, and then the force of the water pressure pushed Xie Xuan upwards.

—he was taking me ashore.

Xie Xuan came to his senses, and the next moment, he saw a familiar face in the rippling water.

"Whoa-"

Xie Xuan was dragged out of the water by his collar, and the splashing waves sprayed his face.Before his sight was clear, he was slammed again, and the whole person was pushed face up on the shallows.

The sky was cloudy and dark, even when facing the sun, Xie Xuan could still see this person's face clearly.

White suits him well.

It is said that young people's green clothes are thin, and in Xiao Ling's body, these five characters are really vividly displayed.The water-soaked thin shirt clings to the contours of the body, outlining a thin but powerful figure.Under the sky, snow-like rays of light shone down from the edge of the silhouette, casting a layer of soft light on this person for no reason.

Even in a wheelchair all year round, the silhouette covered under the clothes is still full of sexual tension.The heat in the skin is stimulated by the cold river water, and the coolness is also neutralized. The rest is even more seductive and beautiful.

However, its owner's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and when he bowed his head, his wet hair hung down to Xie Xuan's chest, and there were water drops like tears, dripping on the corners of Xie Xuan's eyes.

He just stared at Xie Xuan without saying a word.

After Xiao Ling concealed his emotions layer by layer, Xie Xuan touched anxiety and fear effortlessly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call Mr. Gu, but his mouth was instantly blocked.

Xie Xuan was taken aback.

The fire ignited in an instant.

Xiao Ling's kiss was full of self-defeating ruthlessness, the collision of lips and teeth was like two armies confronting each other, refusing to give in.Xie Xuan had never seen such a gentleman, and he couldn't stand it for a while, causing Xiao Ling's entire weight to overwhelm him, Xie Xuan could only raise his head and was forced to bear it.

Even after being soaked in water for a while, Xiao Ling's body still has the undispelled medicinal fragrance, it tastes bitter, but smells a different kind of fragrance.

Xie Xuan couldn't help licking it.

Xiao Ling frowned even harder, he clasped the back of Xie Xuan's head with one hand, inserted it into his loose bun, and made him firmly control him in his arms.

Both of them are young people with fresh blood, and the sticky clothes on their bodies magnify the touch countless times. Amidst the ambiguous breathing and the sound of water stains, Xie Xuan was aroused, and his whole body was agitated. There is a faint posture of looking up.

He put his hand on Xiao Ling's shoulder and used all his strength to cling to it, his skin was hot when he touched it.

"I won't die." Xie Xuan stepped aside slightly, her face was as red as a flower about to drop, her eyes were also sly and bright, "I still want to live to be the emperor."

Xiao Ling reached out and touched his temples: "I know."

Xie Xuan saw his expression, and the calm teasing expression on his face finally disappeared.

From a distance of a square inch, Xie Xuan could even see the fine lines in Xiao Ling's pupils clearly, let alone his expression.

It was a vulnerable, struggling look.

He and Xiao Ling looked at each other for a long time, then possessed and kissed again.

Beep's fire rose up, illuminating the ruined temple as if it was covered with golden light.Xiao Ling took off his coat and put it on the fire, then turned around and stretched out his hand to Xie Xuan: "Your."

Xie Xuan did so.

The black robe absorbed heat, and Xiao Ling used his inner strength intentionally or unintentionally, and soon, the robe fluttered in his hands.After finishing everything, he waved to Xie Xuan again: "Come here."

Xie Xuan was like a cripple without arms or legs, obediently sat down beside Xiao Ling, and obediently opened his arms, allowing Xiao Ling to serve him.

Xiao Ling's fingers are very slender, but they are not as white and tender as women's. There are thick calluses on the knuckles and palms - Xie Xuan has already felt it in the water just now.

With his hands, he held a longbow, lowered a fierce horse, and touched the rough sand and lonely moonlight in the southwest.Now the years have passed, but the traces have not disappeared.

The sky outside the house became more and more silent, Xiao Ling's bare upper body looked extremely thin in the dim light of the fire.

Xie Xuan quietly allowed Xiao Ling to help him fasten his robe, his eyes moved from his shoulders to his chest, then slowly down to his legs, and finally couldn't help touching them.

Xiao Ling looked up at him.

Xie Xuan: "Sir, is your leg okay?"

"Probably." Xiao Ling withdrew his hand, and looked away, falling on the clothes that were being roasted on the fire, "I can walk occasionally, but after a long time, I still need to use a wheelchair to move around."

Without being slapped away, Xie Xuan had to push back her robe, and leaned closer to see the wound.

In fact, there are not many exposed wounds. Those old wounds, even if they were unforgettable at the time, are now as faint as a trace.What deprived him of his ability to walk normally was the wound hidden inside and his heart.

Looking at it, Xie Xuan remembered his previous life.

In the few years before his death, he often dreamed about the ghosts who died under his hands.Admonishing courtiers, old generals, new young men who dare to speak out, and palace maids who gently coax him to sleep.

But what he dreamed most often was Xiao Ling.

People will always miss that little warmth in their whole life.Even in the state of madness, when Xie Xuan faced Xiao Ling, he still patiently suppressed his violent temperament, and asked him what he likes to eat and wear, and he would bring them to him one by one.

To say how much Xiao Ling in the previous life hated Xie Xuan... Maybe there is no such thing.

What Xiao Ling hated was only this country.

No doubt it is in this world.

Xie Xuan thought for a while, let out a breath of foul air in his chest, and said slowly: "Sir, do you still remember that I once asked you, what would you do if you had the chance to do it all over again?"

Xiao Ling turned his head and signaled Xie Xuan to continue.

"I..." Xie Xuan paused, "My life has indeed been restarted."

It's a secret.

But it's not a big secret either.

As deep as Feng Jiuyuan, when dreaming of past life memories, he will also be deeply suspicious of himself.If in the present world, someone heard others say "I was reborn and lived two lives", I'm afraid they would laugh loudly at this person as a lunatic.

If everyone has the chance to come back again, how can there be so many people in the world who can't ask for it?

But Xie Xuan still spoke.

He told how he got out of the cold palace, how he gained the emperor's trust and favor, how he was treated as a pawn and a puppet discarded at random in the battle, and how he was put to death and survived.

When she first came back, Xie Xuan was lonely.

He occasionally jumps out of the world and looks at everything from an outsider's perspective.He will feel that the things he can touch in front of him are fake, and what he thinks and thinks are all his imagination.

Until Feng Jiuyuan appeared.

And now, he told Xiao Ling his secret again.

Xiao Ling listened very carefully, neither believed nor disbelieved.In the rippling firelight, his gaze was so gentle that it seemed unseemly.

"……gentlemen."

"gentlemen!"

Withdrawing from the trance, Xiao Ling's eyebrows twitched, only to realize that he had lost his mind just now.

He stared deeply into Xie Xuan's eyes.

Those extremely beautiful pupils are unforgettable after just one glance.

Xiao Ling stabilized his mind, and responded softly: "Yes."

"I know that Mr. Xie hates you so much, if you don't send him..." Xie Xuan paused, then changed his words with a smile, "If you don't send us to hell, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in your heart..."

"No." Xiao Ling interrupted him softly, "I have no hatred in my heart."

Xie Xuan was taken aback.

Xiao Ling raised his hand and pulled Xie Xuan's hanging hair to his ear, and slightly staggered his eyes.

He was young and frivolous, and when he followed Xiao Shen to travel north and south alone, he had a lot of ideals in his heart.

He wanted to be a good man who would stand upright and die for his country.But later he discovered that in the vast world, not every piece of land is worth shedding blood.

Ambition has been sharpened, hearts have been tarnished, spears are covered with old dust, and the ancient moon shines on numerous bones.

He looked around in a daze, seeing mountains and rivers everywhere, and nothing but mountains and rivers everywhere.

When Qingzhu was still by his side, she always thought that all his current schemes were aimed at Xie Shi.When asked later, Xiao Ling said speciously: "If it is not the mountains and rivers, then rebuild the mountains and rivers."

Between heaven and earth, it doesn't matter whoever becomes the emperor.

If this piece of world is not worth it, he will turn it upside down. After everything is destroyed, and then look back at the Prime Minister, there will be a new mountain and river.

Qingzhu asked him: "Are you trying to make this world into chaos?"

Xiao Ling remained silent.

Then another day... probably in the palace, before the fire ignited.

Xiao Ling sat under the ruined peach tree, with a broken blade lying in his hand.The blood is mottled, the old rust and blood are mixed, and the original face cannot be seen clearly.

Qing Zhu walked past the house, and suddenly heard Xiao Ling say something, but he didn't hear clearly, wanted to ask again, but Xiao Ling refused to say anything.

But if Qingzhu waited a little longer, he would hear Xiao Ling speak again, as if talking to himself.

"My filthy heart, does he dare to accept it?"

Time turns to the present.

Xiao Ling looked sideways at Xie Xuan.

The night is a warm quilt.

Xiao Ling asked him: "Will you be a good emperor?"

Xie Xuan was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Of course."

So Xiao Ling also slightly bent his eyebrows.

He hugged Xie Xuan's face, brought him to him, and said softly: "I believe in you."

The wind picked up at some point.There are holes on all sides of the ruined temple, and wind leaks everywhere. The sound of the wind passing through the narrow holes is like the whimpering of ghosts and ghosts.

Only that fire can illuminate the warmth of one side.

Xiao Ling kissed Xie Xuan's lips, the action was lighter than superficial touch, but more touching than ever.

The author says:

Hehe