Snake Tale

That night, Luo's sergeants chatted excitedly until late at night, and then they went back to their tents to rest.The war is over, it should have been dark and sweet without dreams.However, after three o'clock at night, Luo Yi, who was alone in the tent, tossed and turned in a dream, and finally woke up sweating profusely in shock.

He turned over and sat up, panting and clutching his vain chest, and couldn't help wondering if this was another dirty trick by a political opponent against him—but it was actually someone else's fault.It turned out that the medical workers in the army thought that the prince was frightened and injured, so they added powerful sleep-promoting drugs to the decoction on their own initiative.Luo Yi, who had always been a light sleeper, was instead lured into a chaotic and deep nightmare by this "sedative" medicine.Like the silt and sand at the bottom of the river, unbearable old events poured out.

He stretched out his hand, and the brocade blanket under his body was soaked by the rolling sweat—the most hateful thing, all the things had exploded out of nowhere.He looked at the outline of the woman under the quilt, feeling extremely disgusted in his heart, and slammed his fist on the bed with a "bang".

Ma Bian, who was on duty outside the tent, was startled by the sudden noise, and ran into the tent in a hurry. He saw Junhou sitting on the couch, his face flushed, and he yelled angrily, "Call that slave over—!"

Ma Bian knelt in front of the couch and said blankly, "Slave, slave? Which slave?"

Luo Yi took a deep breath, and then suddenly realized where he was.Jiangdu is thousands of miles away, far away from water and near thirsty, how to save it?

He pressed his eyes, tried his best to calm down the inexplicable hot flashes in his chest and lower abdomen, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Forget it, you go down." , About to burn the person in front of him to dust.

The young Ma Bian replied "Yes", but his whole body seemed to be frozen, staring blankly at the prince who was holding his forehead and closing his eyes on the couch, as if he was enduring great pain: black hair and shawl, covered with black hair due to the heat. The skirt was torn off at will, and the curly hair was winding on the white chest... He thought of the peculiar hobby of the noble in front of him in the rumor, his throat moved, and he opened his mouth:

"Master...but what's the inconvenience?"

Seeing no response from Junhou, the young Ma Bian's neck was flushed red, and he said in a low voice: "This subordinate is not talented...willing to share the master's worries..." He plucked up his courage and leaned over: "Subordinate—willing to do anything ..."

Luo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.The bright blue moonlight outside the tent streamed over his body, and he saw many small faces that had lost their blood color densely on his shoulders, arms and legs, looking up at him eerily.

They slowly stretched out their pale and slender hands and feet, bent them into strange postures, and crawled over obstinately, trying to drag him down to the ground of ignorance wholeheartedly.

Luo Yi's blood flowed like boiling, but his skin and bone marrow were sharp and cold.It was as if something froze his mind.He slowly took Ma Bian's hand.

"Willing to do anything?" He asked sarcastically with a cold and strange expression.

At Yinshi, Ma Bian's broken corpse was sent out of the tent, and piled up with the corpses of those killed in battle.

At the dawn of dawn, Luo's generals woke up, only to find that the Patriarch only led a close-up team and had already left the battlefield overnight.There was only a letter left, saying that the war was over, and there was no need to compete with Huan Guo for the sight of triumphantly returning to the city and thousands of people worshiping.

Luo's generals circulated letters back and forth, praising the Patriarch's magnanimity and foresight, and they all sighed and admired him wholeheartedly.

On the other side, Luo Yi used high-sounding excuses to cover up the fact that he was fleeing, Luo Yi hurried through the night, and finally broke into his mansion on the second day.

It was late at night, and not many people in the quiet Luo Mansion were disturbed—except for a stable horseman who was very tired and fell asleep after a day of labor.

In a sound sleep, Shen Yuzhu was woken up by a person's rapid breathing.He stretched out his hand in a daze, and his fingers brushed over the sweaty temples on his body.

"Luo Yi...?" He stared in amazement at the nobleman in front of him, hesitantly said, "I... am I dreaming?"

Luo Yi was panting, rubbing against his cheek passionately, while stretching out his hands to peel off his clothes, he said impatiently: "Could it be possible that you still dream of me!"

Shen Yuzhu couldn't help smiling: "It's true."

Realizing who was coming, Shen Yuzhu quickly gave up his futile resistance.He even lifted his lower back obediently, so that the other party's movement of stripping off his clothes would be smoother.

He didn't seem to be curious why Luo Yi appeared in front of him so suddenly.He just rested his hands on his pillow and looked at him leisurely under the dim light: disordered and hot breathing, blushing cheeks dyed by the inexplicable high heat, hot fireworks suppressed in blue eyes, ooze from forehead. Sweat dripped on Shen Yuzhu's eyelashes.

He stared at the half-dried blood scab on Luo Yi's forehead. "It seems that this is a tough battle." Shen Yuzhu smiled slightly, and reached out to touch his wound.

The faint pain offset Luo Yi's last sobriety.Like a raging beast, he spit out indistinct syllables from his throat, and began to curse violently and angrily.Shen Yuzhu couldn't tell what was going on, but he couldn't laugh or cry at this young nobleman with a deep city mansion, there were so many people who could be hated.

How could he know?Since Luo Yi inherited the patriarchal position as a concubine at the age of 17, these years have passed like a fleeting horse, dealing with various forces non-stop: win over those clan members who criticize his position, flatter the shrewd and ungrateful monarch, Dealing with the court officials who have their own ghosts, and dealing with the Duke Huanzhuang who provokes and oppresses the Luo family everywhere.Countless blood-stained armors, walking through the rain of guns and arrows, opening up Luo's territory inch by inch-but among them, what makes him most fearful and uncontrollable is that he needs to use Shen Yuzhu every now and then to appease the unknown in him. "monster"!

"...Shen Yuzhu! Shen Yuzhu!" He gritted his teeth, gnawed at the collarbone of the person under him, rolled the name repeatedly between his teeth, and chewed it out.

Shen Yuzhu was very fortunate to hear his name clearly at the end of the long list.He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but the resentful Luo Yi had already strangled his neck with both hands.

He panted violently, approached his face viciously and violently, and gritted his teeth in his ear and said bitterly: "Teach me—how shameless it takes to be able to bear hatred and humiliation like you, as if nothing happened?"

Under his restraint, Shen Yuzhu tried his best to relax the muscles of his whole body, breathed out extremely long and softly, and said softly: "That's naturally because... I don't resent, and I don't need to be patient."

"Lie...you lie!"

Shen Yuzhu was not in a hurry to argue.He slowly pushed his hands away, and said in a slow voice: "Knife and heart, the word 'forbearance' is too hard." His face, the determination to grind his teeth to suck blood, toss and turn in pain without being able to deceive himself in the dead of night... That is definitely not the path Shen Yuzhu wants to take.

Luo Yi let go of his hand, looked at him in a daze, and said in a low voice, "You don't understand anything..." The more you hate, the more you need to be patient.Only by repeatedly savoring the pain can one hammer and forge an invincible will, and one can hope that one day, all the shackles of suffering will be shattered—this is the path that Luo Yi deeply believes in and practices.

Shen Yuzhu didn't hear what he was muttering clearly.In such a chaotic and hot night, their limbs are intertwined and their skins touch each other, but there is an unreachable gap between their hearts, and it seems that there will never be a day that can be bridged.

For each other's situation, Shen Yuzhu vaguely felt a strange irony.He smiled slightly, reaching out to touch his cheek.His demeanor is lazy, but it seems to have a bit of tenderness:

"Just wait and see."