That night, he sat alone on the roof of the brothel and watched the stars all night.

third chapter

When she returned to the house the next day, the whole family sat in the lobby, including Qing Zhui, she drank tea to herself, as if she hadn't seen him.

"The child is old, but he hasn't reached the age of taking a concubine or concubine, so let's find a maid." Princess Xian spoke gently, and King Xian answered lightly, then stared at Ye Qingan sternly and said: " In the future, you are not allowed to go to that kind of place again, what kind of people do you want!

Ye Qingan glanced at Qingzui and saw that she was still drinking tea quietly, he lowered his eyelids and clenched his hands into fists. The person he wants, the person he wants is impossible to ask for.

"Baby...I know."

The princess conferred the eldest girl beside her as Ye Qingan's maid. The first night they were in the same room, they were very drunk in the Taoyuan Garden.

"One lifetime, one lifetime." Qing Zui was lying on the stone table in the courtyard, half of the wine in the pot spilled half, she smiled absently, "If you like it, I will guard you and watch you for the rest of my life. ...that's fine."

"Qing Zui?" Someone seemed to help her up in a trance, and the boy's voice was a little reproachful, "Why do you drink so much?"

"A lot? It seems to be a bit too much. It's been a long time since I drank so much alcohol. Qingan..." She dazedly stretched out her hand and hooked the boy's neck. The soft call of this life easily made Ye Qingan's ears red. .

"I'll take you back to your room first."

"I won't return." She rubbed against his shoulder like a coquettish little girl. "Under the moonlight, the beauty of Qiongjiao, Ye Qingan, just kiss me."

Ye Qingan was shocked: "Qing...Qingzui, you are drunk."

"No, I'm awake," she said, "watching the passage of time and the changes of the world, and remembering every bit of the past, every little bit of it.

Never forgotten. Qing An, you know, how long have I been looking for you? "

Ye Qing'an was slightly startled, with a dazed expression.

"Looking for it is almost desperate." Qinghui paused, rubbed his eyes on his shoulder, and a trace of moisture infiltrated, "But despair, can't stop me from looking for you. It turns out that missing is so terrible... and sad."

Ye Qingan was dumbfounded, and after a long silence, he asked dumbly, "Who is Ye Qingan?"

Qing Zui buried his head on his shoulder and smiled lightly: "Husband, my husband."

The night wind was cold, and chuī chilled the tips of his hair and fingertips. It turned out that every time she called his name, she was thinking of another person. That kind of tenderness is not for him.

When Qing Zhui woke up, she saw Ye Qingan sitting beside her bed with a serious expression, she was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Qing'an, you are old, you shouldn't be like when you were young."

"Who are you calling?" Ye Qing'an said in a hoarse voice, looking at Qing Zui's stunned expression, "Ye Qing'an, when you called this name, who were you calling?"

Qing Zui sat up and looked at him steadily, neither shocked nor angry, just stating the facts, calmly said: "You, Ye Qing'an, it is you who is calling."

As if his patience had reached the limit, he stood up abruptly, and angrily tore down the beaded curtain hanging on the side of the chuáng drapery. The chaotic sound of clattering was mixed with his anger: "Nonsense!" He seemed to have violated his territory. Tiger, glaring at Qing Zhui fiercely, "You miss him, look for him, if you care so much about him, why stop at King Xian's Mansion? Am I so similar to him, similar to me since I was a child? Ha ha... Qing Zhui, how ironic , what you have seen in your eyes for so many years is neither me nor him, all you see is yourself, selfishly missing!"

Qing Zhan's face turned pale. Without giving her a chance to speak, Ye Qingan said again: "Qingzui, Master, you should leave today, and leave the Xian Wangfu. I don't need your teaching."

"Qing An..."

He sternly interrupted Qing Zui's words: "My name is Wenjing, and I am the heir of the Xian Wang. I have never known Ye Qing'an in my life, nor Qing Zui anymore."

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Chapter Four

Three months after Qing Zui left the Xian Wang Mansion, Xian Wang was framed by others, and more than ten people in the Xian Wang Mansion were sentenced to beheading, including the former Princess Xian and Prince Xian's heir.

Kneeling on the execution platform, Ye Qingan looked at the distant sky, her mind was blank, there was no love, no hate, only the fear of death, which was numb to the point of fear.

With the order of the Superintendent Zhanguan, the head of the person he was familiar with kept rolling down to the ground, with bloody eyes wide open. The mother-in-law who had always been gentle and firm beside him finally burst into tears at this moment, and the next moment, he saw his mother's head fall to the ground.

Then, it was his turn.

The executioner's knife dripped still warm blood, and it slid from his neck into the placket of his shirt. The warm feeling made his memory go back to many years ago, when he fainted, and he almost died under the tiger's mouth. The woman with slightly pale eyebrows rescued him. Touching his head gently, he comforted him and said, "Don't be sad, don't cry."

Her face at that time was as soft as water, and like a drop of water pierced through a stone. In the memories of the years, it was engraved in his bones, leaving behind a bone-eating poison that could not be plucked out, could not be thrown away, and could not be forgotten even to death.

Perhaps it is only in the deepest fear that people think of the people they depend on the most. Ye Qingan chuckled softly, but also burst into tears at this moment.

Qing pendant, Qing pendant... It turns out that I like you so much.

"cut!"

The executioner swung the cold light sword.

"Who dares!" All of a sudden, a stone slammed on the big sword, and the big sword in the hand of the eight-footed man was thrown into the air. The woman's voice had a chilling chill that echoed in the ears of everyone present.

Ye Qingan opened his eyes suddenly, staring in disbelief at the woman who was walking slowly outside the execution ground.

She walked slowly and slowly, every step was calm but with a terrifying momentum, full of murderous aura. Ye Qing'an had never seen such a clear pendant, but felt strangely that the clear pendant should have such an imposing manner.

"Where is the demon girl! She actually tried to rob the Dharma field! Come on, take it down for me!" The anger of the supervisor was exchanged for a few mocking sneers from Qing Zui. She laughed, her expression slightly condensed, Ye Qingan, who was so far away from her, felt extremely heavy pressure, almost suffocating.

"If you have the ability, you can come here."

"Monster... monster!"

The officers and soldiers who approached Qingzhui retreated in a panic. Wherever she went, no one dared to get close to her, so she walked up to the execution platform and stood beside Ye Qingan under the gaze of thousands of soldiers. . The executioner didn't know where he had gone, Qing Zhui squatted down, touched his messy hair, looked at him as he first saw him, and said softly, "Don't be afraid.

,I'm here. "

Gentle, calm and powerful.

He didn't understand it when he was a child, but now he slowly realizes how powerful the power of calm hidden in her words is to him.

The numbness of the young man's heart was like unsealing the seal, and the frozenness faded away, gradually revealing the feelings that a person should have. Fear, despair, and wanting to live for survival turned into tears that could no longer be suppressed, pouring out, On the execution stand, he burst into tears.

In the blur of tears falling like rain, Qing Zui once again became Ye Qing'an's dependence, the only dependence.

After letting him vent his emotions for a while, Qing Zui stood up, cut off a bunch of blue silk from him, and swept it up with the wind. She shouted to the supervisor: "Wen Jing, the prince of the virtuous prince, is dead!"

She used her hair instead of her head and pronounced the sentence on her own. Jian Zhanguan was so angry that he clutched his chest and gasped. Qing Zhui ignored him, leaned over Ye Qingan's ear, cut the rope that was covering him, and said, "From now on, you will only be my apprentice, only Ye Qingan, but it is good?"

Ye Qingan gradually controlled his emotions and said dumbly, "I'm not Ye Qingan."

"You are."

Ye Qing was silent for a long time, then lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Qing Zui, you are crazy." He had already thought of that person as a madman, unable to distinguish between true and false, right from wrong.

She helped Ye Qingan and said lightly, "I've always been sober."

chapter Five

"You can't stay in Chaotang Jianghu anymore. From now on, you can live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with me. I will protect you."

Ye Qingan opened his eyes abruptly, the moonlit night outside the Xuan window was lonely, and the crickets were singing happily. He covered his head and sat up, wiping the cold sweat from his hands. In the blink of an eye, it has been seven years since the Emperor Xian's mansion was copied, but every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would still be palpitated by those scenes.

"Cough...cough cough!"

He heard an almost heart-piercing cough coming from Qingzhui's room, which was also vaguely mixed with the sound of vomiting.

Ye Qing'an was startled, hurriedly put on his clothes, and pushed open the door to go out.

Since Qing Chuan came alone seven years ago to take him out of the execution ground intact and lived on this Kunwu Mountain, her health has been in bad condition, and she often coughs, but it has never been so severe. Ye Qingan frowned slightly and stood outside the Qingzhui door. He hesitated before knocking on the door.

"Master?"

He hadn't called her by her name in seven years, as if he wanted to use this title to remind her and himself of their respective identities.

There was silence in the room for a while, when a woman's slightly hoarse voice came: "Come in."

He opened the door as he said, and saw that Qing Zhui was sitting at the table in clothes, and she was holding

Teacup, looked at him lightly: "What's wrong?"

In seventeen years, time has drawn Ye Qingan into a sturdy man, but she has never left any traces on Qing Zhe's body. She is like a fairy in legend, immortal and immortal, clinging to the time when she will no longer walk. .

Ye Qingan's eyes shifted slightly on her body, and he immediately lowered his eyelids: "I heard you coughing badly."

"It's okay, I just woke up drinking tea at night and choked." She said lightly, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

Ye Qing'an heard that her voice was a little hoarse than usual, as if she was really choking on her throat just drinking water. He didn't ask any more questions and nodded. The moment he closed the door, Ye Qing'an's downcast eyes saw a dark color on the hem of the clothes that Qing Zui dragged to the ground. It was not really visible in the dark, but it could be seen vaguely...

That is blood.

He trembled all over, and suddenly looked up at Qing Zhan. She is still drinking tea casually. Ye Qing'an's throat rolled back and forth several times, and finally swallowed it back in his stomach.

The door was closed with a "click".

Qing Zhui breathed a sigh of relief, took off her coat, and the moonlight penetrated into the room. The front of her underwear was dark red, and the blood on the ground was particularly eye-catching. The fishy smell in his throat was finally suppressed by the tea, and Qing Zhe looked at his fingertips, which were nearly black, through the moonlight, and his lips slowly overflowed with a wry smile.

How long can this body last? Can you accompany Qing'an to finish this life...

The next day, Qing Zui stood in the courtyard early in the morning, staring at the silver bell hanging on the door of the courtyard in a daze. Today, there is no wind in the woods, but the bell has been ringing non-stop. Ye Qingan felt strange, and before he could ask, Qing Zhe said, "The time of the osmanthus wine buried under the osmanthus tree is almost here, Qing'an, come down the mountain and buy some good food for me. Today, I have an old friend who is coming to be a guest. ."

The smile on her face was full of nostalgia and shallow sadness, which made Ye Qingan's heart twitch involuntarily. What kind of old person can make her miss her so much...