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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 63"

weight="152207"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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Wei attacked with his feet and fists, but his moves became more and more unstructured. It was like a desperate beast, struggling in vain.

He wanted to break free, wanted to escape, but the black figure in front of him surrounded him tighter and tighter, making him almost unable to breathe.

But, even if he escaped and broke free, where can he go?

Where else can he escape?

Yan Changqing raised his head and let out a long howl of despair.

The sky was overturned, the world was torn apart, and unprecedented darkness was stacked on him like a mountain and collapsed.

Yan Changqing's eyes were dark, and he fell back heavily.

However, as soon as he was about to fall to the ground, Murong Xiu stretched out his arms and hugged him firmly.

Did you pass out?

Murongxiu gently pulled away the tangled hair of Yan Changqing's forehead, and looked affectionately at this handsome and pale side face that had appeared in his dreams countless times. Why even if he fainted, his brother's brows were still frowning so tightly, and his black eyelashes hung weakly, fragile that he had never seen before.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Murong Xiu hugged Yan Changqing distressedly.

But I must do this.

I can only do this.

The winter of Sheng'an City came very early this year, and the yellow leaves had not yet fallen off, and heavy snow was already falling. It was all night, and it didn't stop until dawn. The damp cold air diffused from the snow, infiltrated the vermilion palace wall little by little, and spread throughout the palace. Everyone in the palace shrank their heads involuntarily and walked in the heavy snow with their heads down. Silent and quiet, almost no human voice, but can hear the creaking snow.

In the Hall of Zhaohua, a little eunuch was holding a steaming food box and was going out with a sad face. When the curtain was lifted, he happened to meet the maid in charge standing outside the door.

As soon as the curtain was opened, a faint bitter fragrance came from the pavement. This maid in charge is an old man in the palace. No palace has ever been there, but she has never smelled such a strange incense in other palaces. heard people say that this incense was specially prepared by the emperor for the master of Zhaohua Hall. A piece the size of a nail is more precious than an ingot of gold. But this Zhaohua Hall smoked the incense day and night without interruption, just like burning that charcoal. Every time the maid in charge came in and smelled the incense, she thought in her mind, this incense is no better than the incense in other temples, and there is even a bitter taste of herbal medicine. Why is it so valuable?

But at this time, the maid in charge was no longer in the mood to ponder the incense. While helping the little eunuch lift the curtain, she lowered her voice, and uttered in the inner hall:

"... Still refusing to eat?"

The little eunuch's eyebrows and eyes were all squeezed together, and he drooped his head and almost cried:

"I haven't used a chopstick when I came, and I didn't even drink water. It's the third day!"

"Sure enough, it's unreliable!"

The maid in charge cursed in a low voice, turned around and beckoned, and saw a short and chubby girl with a round face like a red apple and a red face flushed with cold from behind the red porch. The colorful winter clothing is very festive, but it is not the dress of a court lady.

"Little ancestor, I'm counting on you." The maid said, putting the food box into the little fat girl's hands, clasping her hands together, and bowing religiously.

The little fat girl nodded timidly, holding the food box half a person tall enough for her, and stepped into the temple with a ignorant expression. She looked around as she walked. She is too small, and this gorgeous queen's bedroom is vast, with tall pillars and a dome carved with dragons and phoenixes, but there is no figure, only a strange bitter fragrance lingers around the tip of her nose. The little fat girl got more and more frightened as she walked, and she fell softly without taking a few steps. But keeping in mind the palace maid's instructions, she squatted her mouth and walked forward staggeringly holding the food box.

Under the gorgeous tent, the little fat girl vaguely saw a thin back, with long green silk covering her back, hugging her knees, without saying a word. Only a small part of his pale but extremely handsome profile was revealed. The little chubby girl put down the food box, rubbed her eyes with her chubby fists, and took a closer look. Suddenly she got milky and she cried excitedly:

"Huh, Brother Shenxian!"

Yan Changqing was stunned when he heard the sound, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a fat ball plunged into his arms. Yan Changqing recognized the two furry pigtails and the red round face. This was the little girl he and Helian Rongchuan rescued on the day Qilinwei washed Qixia Village.

"It's you?" Yan Changqing felt a slight fever in his eyes, "Why are you here?"

The little chubby girl raised her round red face triumphantly:

"People from the palace said that there was a big brother who had a temper and refused to eat, which made them sad. They also said that I was the most fragrant child in the world. As long as I help to coax, that big brother will definitely I'll be here for dinner."

The little fat girl said, rubbing against him like a small animal, and curiously said:

"Unexpectedly, that big brother is you. Big brother, why don't you eat, aren't you obedient?"

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Don't worry if you want to send the blade to me~ ahem, the rain of glass ballast hasn't started yet. . . . . (The lid on the head trembles)

North wind

Yan Changqing gently touched the little fat girl's face: "Big brother is not hungry."

"You have to eat more if you are not hungry. Brother, you are much thinner than before." The little fat girl blinked and looked at Yan Changqing, took out a few small dishes from the food box, and pinched a piece of soft white with the tips of her little fingers. He held his yam and jujube mud cake in front of Yan Changqing: "Big brother, eat this! My aunt said, this is delicious!"

The so-called aunt is the mistress who adopted this little fat girl. The family was said to be very nice to the little fat girl, but they had to hide the truth about her mother's death and only said that they were going to recover from the illness.

Yan Changqing looked at the little fat girl secretly swallowing her saliva, a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth: "It's you who love to eat, right? Then I'll give it to you."

The little fat girl didn't expect to have her own share, and smiled and took a bite of the yam cake, only feeling sweet in her heart. But she hasn't forgotten the mission given by thousands of warnings. She gobbled it up, and moved her chubby feet, carefully poured a glass of water, and handed it to Yan Changqing's lips: "Big brother drink water."

Yan Changqing smiled faintly and shook his head.

The little fat girl is a little anxious: "I heard that the big brother will not drink water and eat for three days. You will die if you continue like this. Big brother, why are you not behaved at all?"

good?

Yan Changqing was silent. Tong Yan Wuji, but the word "behave" has stuck in his heart. When he was a child, he and other princes and nobles listened to the Master’s teachings. Those children who did not follow the rules were always admonished, and he was always praised by the Master as the best behaved one. Later, when others grew up, the word "good" gradually evolved into the word "loyal". Carrying this heavy "loyalty" on his back, he became the most powerful general in the country of Yan. For the people and the monarch, he worked hard, gave up his life and forgot to die, but never regretted it.

until now.

The piles of bones in Qixia Village and Qinchuan City made him feel the weight of the word "loyalty" thoroughly. It turned out that in order to be a loyal minister, his own efforts and sacrifices were not enough, and countless lives were needed. Can you understand it in the same way once you have succeeded in doing so?

But the loyal minister is there, where is Mingjun?

For him, Murong Xiu killed so many innocent people, just to fulfill his "loyalty" word.

Yan Changqing clearly remembered that Murong Xiu has been working diligently to govern the government since he became the throne, and he is an out-and-out sage monarch. But since the case of Quenching Stone, Murong Xiu has changed since he was suspected of "treason". He obviously has the ability to prove his innocence, but Murong Xiu always takes a step ahead of him and uses the most tragic way to defend his "loyalty."

His loyalty has never changed, but Murong Xiu's heart for him has completely changed.

Yan Changqing knew that in Murong Xiu's eyes, he was no longer an ordinary courtier or elder brother.

Will there be room for any change in all this?

What else can he do?

Seeing Yan Changqing's delay in speaking, the little fat girl panicked a little, and her voice became a little timid: "...Big brother?" The little girl was still holding water in her hand.

"Let it go. Big brother drink it later, okay?"

Yan Changqing recovered from his thoughts, replied casually, took the little fat girl to the door, and carefully arranged the furry cloak collar for her to prevent the cold wind from pouring into her neck. The little chubby girl smiled heartlessly: "Big brother, I will come to accompany you tomorrow."

Before I finished my words, I heard someone smile softly: "Brother, you helped me tie the collar like this before, do you remember?"

Yan Changqing dismissed the little fat girl without saying a word, without raising his eyes, turning around coldly and leaving. Murongxiu's gaze slowly swept over the few mouthfuls of food that hadn't moved in the case, and said:

"No one can persuade you after seeing it. Mingzhi on a hunger strike? Brother, you still won't forgive me, right?"

Yan Changqing said nothing, standing quietly in front of the closed window like a porcelain sculpture.

The cold silence made Murong Xiu slowly clenched his hands. But he tried his best to maintain a gentle tone:

"Drink saliva, okay? Your lips are chapped."

The clear water was in front of him, and Murongxiu stretched out his fingers to touch the corners of Yan Changqing's pale and graceful lips, but as soon as his fingertips touched, Yan Changqing took a step back and looked at him silently.

This subconscious action angered Murong Xiu. He took a big mouthful of water suddenly, stepped forward and pressed the back of Yan Changqing's head, trying to pour the water down from mouth to mouth.

"Well!"

Yan Changqing struggled immediately, but for some reason, the more he struggled, the less strength he had on his body. His cold fingers gripped Murongxiu's clothes vainly, and finally slipped slowly.

Murongxiu looked at him deeply, lowered his head, fed water in little by little, then pressed his chin and kissed deeply.

There was no more resistance, the kiss was violent and intense at first, but slowly became lingering and gentle. After a long time, Murong Xiu reluctantly ended.

Yan Changqing lay slumped on the ground, glancing from the corner of his eyes to the curling incense in the silver cloud and dragon pattern incense burner, and closed his eyes sadly. The bitter medicine-like incense that permeated all corners of the hall was specially developed by Murong Xiu looking for a capable person and stranger for his physique. Smoked in this temple day and night, just to let go of all the power in his bones, so that he can't hold the sword and can't resist. All the sharp tools were also put away, and thick cotton cushions were even wrapped around the rigid wall pillars.

"Does that Dongyun man always treat you like this? You like it, don't you? But why do you not want me to do this?"

...

Still no response.

Murong Xiu lowered his eyes and stroked Yan Changqing's pale face with little by little nostalgia. This face is so handsome and so cold. In his memory, this face has always smiled brightly only when facing him. A smile can warm him all spring.

When did this face no longer smile at him?

Murongxiu's fingers slowly touched Yan Changqing's slender neck and stopped.

It was after the Dongyun man appeared.

It was the Dongyun man who stole the smile that belonged to him.

There is a heart that belongs to him.

"Why the Dongyun man lied to you and deceived you, you can easily forgive him. But I can't? That Dongyun man is all for himself. And me, it is for you."

...

"I am your brother, your monarch, you swore at my mother's grave, you said you would stay with me forever and assist me to be the emperor of the emperor. Yan Changqing, have you forgotten?"

silence. Still silent.

No matter what Murong Xiu said, whether he roared loudly or pleaded in a low voice, all his words were like fine sand sliding into the water, just silent.

At the neck of Yan Changqing, the fingers with white jade dragon patterns finally tightened unbearably and tightened again.

Yan Changqing frowned, but closed his eyes, not struggling at all, only subconsciously breathing harder and harder. The air gradually thinned, and the blood almost stagnated. Gradually, he felt a little fuzzy in his consciousness. In the darkness, the screaming blood shadow that was always lingering in his mind was gone. Only a bright shadow spread to him. Arm, seems to want to hug him.

The increasingly clear figure has a pair of dark brown pupils, slightly curly forehead, and a handsome and unruly smile.

is it you?

Helen Rongchuan?

is it you?

Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough! !

Murongxiu suddenly released the hand that pinched Yan Changqing's neck, but then pressed his jaw forcefully, ignoring Yan Changqing's violent panting and coughing, forcing him to look straight into his eyes. However, in these black and white, extremely clear eyes, there was no more waves or a trace of himself.

"Helian Rongchuan?!!! You even thought of him to death? You gave him everything, and you didn't give me anything. Didn't you?" Murong Xiu laughed desperately, and suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Changqing. :

"But you know what, now only I can protect you. Your life can only be given to me."

Speaking of clapping his hands, Qilinwei responded and led a group of people into the hall. There were men and women, old and young, forty-five mouths in total, all of them looked at Yan Changqing in panic. Yan Changqing froze after only one glance, a terrible premonition seeping into his bones like frost.

These forty-five men, women and children are just the collaterals of his Yan family.

"Brother, do you know that I was in the court today, what did those veterans who support Taishi Pang and always oppose me say?" Murongxiu quietly looked at Yan Changqing's eyes, and recounted what he heard in the court today. Arrived:

"They said that although you have been able to save and drive, you have secretly sneaked into Dongyun, wandered for several months, and received preferential treatment by the Dongyun imperial family. There are even rumors that you have trained for Dongyun people. Although there is no treason for the time being, you are afraid He has become a spy for Dongyun, and it is inevitable that he will not be treasonous in the future."

Murong Xiudao: "They all force me to punish you and force me to kill you. And I have only one way to protect you forever."

Murong Xiu paused, then suddenly smiled to himself:

"Brother, do you remember the empress Zhao from our previous dynasty?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murongxiu in disbelief, motionless like an ice sculpture.

Empress Zhao is a famous male queen in the former dynasty. Although male style is regarded as a normal thing in Yan and other countries, there is no rejection of derogation, but after all, men cannot be the heirs of the royal family, so they have always been only used as male favorites by the royal circle. The only exception is the Zhao empress.

"As long as you become my queen and stay with me in this deep palace forever, no one under the world will doubt your loyalty, and no one will dare to hurt you again."

Murong Chong smiled brightly, but there was a light of unwillingness and sadness in the long Ruifeng eyes:

"This method, in fact, was not forced by them, and I wanted to do it a long time ago. Do you know why no matter how the ministers recommend me, I refuse to stand up? Because I am waiting for you. Since I became the throne at the age of fourteen, I have been waiting for you."

"In my heart, you were never just my courtier, nor just my brother."

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Murong Xiu's words were like a blow to the head, and there was a buzzing in Yan Changqing's mind.

Male queen? Is Murong Xiu crazy? !

But with his eyes, Yan Changqing's heart felt cold. Murong Xiu's eyes were so sad and angry, like a young wolf who was afraid of being abandoned but was unwilling to be abandoned, showing all its sharp teeth and claws, guarding his last one. Territory.

Yan Changqing knew that he was wrong.

After the incident in Qixia Village, Yan Changqing knew what Murongxiu thought of him. It’s just that he was lucky at the time, thinking this