Who took away my wealth

I originally thought that bullying Gu Yu would make him happier, but seeing the other person like this, Song Qinian couldn't be happy anymore.

His "bullying" turned into an army that attacked him.

It was like soldiers pressing down on the territory, overwhelming and even more ruthless than his indifference towards Gu Yu.

The boy shook off his hand.

Breathing slightly rapid.

"You're really pissing me off."

Gu Yu turned his gaze stiffly and glanced at him.

"Young Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Song Qinian: "......"

His chest rose and fell violently twice, and he asked Gu Yu: "What did you call me?"

Without blinking, Gu Yu repeated the question indifferently: "Young Master Song, do you have any other instructions?"

Only then did Song Qinian realize that Gu Yu had called him Young Master several times tonight. This title was what his soldiers called him. It was the name Ajia and Agudamu called him, not what Gu Yu called him. The title that should be given to him.

He also discovered that Gu Yu first called him "kid", then called him Song Qinian, and now he called him Young Master.

The title showed the close relationship between the two. He and Gu Yu actually went further and further away from each other.

Song Qinian pinched Gu Yu's chin in dissatisfaction, "Don't call me Young Master. That's what my subordinates call me, and you're not!"

There was a coldness on Gu Yu's face, and he blinked his eyelashes twice:

"The soldiers in Nanling call me Your Majesty. On the surface, I am still the monarch of a country, but now I am a prisoner. I am worse than your men?"

Song Qinian: "..."

Did Gu Yu choke him like this on purpose?

The young man gritted his teeth and pinched Gu Yu's hand with a little force, leaving a red mark on his fair chin.

He was a little out of control:

"You know it's not, you know it's not!"

Time seemed to have stopped. Gu Yu was still not touched after hearing these words. After a while, one word escaped from his throat: "Yeah."

It doesn't matter what it is.

Song Qinian's emotional rage was not resolved. He bit his lip and said:

"Change your name."

"What to change?"

Song Qinian is no longer the child he was back then. He glanced away and ignored the calm and almost maddening expression on Gu Yu's face:

"Call my name."

"it is good."

Only then did Song Qinian let go of Gu Yu.

He stood up, turned around and walked out.

Gu Yuque sat on the bed and asked him, "Aren't you going to do it?"

Song Qinian: "Not in the mood!"

"Can I put some clothes on then?"

This time, Song Qinian ignored Gu Yu, opened the door curtain and walked out.

Looking at that hurried back, he must be in a bad mood.

Gu Yu watched the person leave, and the indifference that enveloped him suddenly collapsed. He put his clothes tightly on his body, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. He couldn't control it, so he could only bite his own teeth. Stop your own physiological reactions.

He was like a young animal that had lost its home and could not find shelter. He sobbed softly, but he did not dare to cry too loudly to be heard by people outside. He could only bite the back of his hand and choke it from his throat. Overflowing sounds.

don't cry.

Don't worry about crying.

Grandma said boys shouldn't cry.

Boys need to be strong.

In the past, you were so strong even when your parents divorced. You were so strong even when the bad kids pointed out that you were born from a mother or not. You were so strong even when your capitalist boss forced you to work overtime until midnight every day.

Even if you die suddenly, you will still think about the blessings and misfortunes that depend on each other. What does this mean...

do not Cry.

The more I persuade myself, the sadder it becomes.

He lived for more than 20 years, thinking about climbing up every day, thinking about making a lot of money, thinking that it would be great if he had money. No one dared to look down on him, so he never slacked off for this reason, and happiness could not come from him. What a big deal.

I finally became the rich second generation. I thought I could just be a rice worm and enjoy the pie falling from the sky, but in the end it was just a dream.

Maybe it's just because of his hard life, and he doesn't know how many evil things he did in his previous lives, that he is having such a hard time now...

Gu Yu didn't sleep all night.

After Song Qinian left, he just stood there in a daze, forgetting to put on his clothes.

He watched the charcoal fire go from burning brightly to gradually extinguishing, and the temperature on his body slowly dropped to a low point.

Until a shiver pulled him out of his daze.

It's daylight too.

He heard the soldiers outside laughing wildly, and he guessed that they were probably happy because they caught the Nanling soldiers off guard last night.

Footsteps are approaching.

After pushing open the curtain of the main tent, several people were arguing about something.

Judging from the timbre, it should be Ajia and the others.

Ajia: "Young Master, if you want to take Nanling, you must do it now. General Jin was shot and wounded by you last night. Even if he doesn't die, it will take some time to get up again while lying in bed. They don't have it now." We have so much available talent but no leader. We should work together to attack the imperial city. This time I don’t want to dig into a dog hole. I want to be generous and ride in through the main gate."

Agudamu: "Looking at your potential, how can our young master not know what to do?"

"Can you please stop interrupting while I'm talking?"

The two argued endlessly for a while.

Song Qinian paused when he walked in, glanced inside through the screen, and waved:

"You guys have been fighting here so early in the morning. If you're tired of it, go out."

"Young Master, you have to listen, this opportunity must not come back again!"

Agudamu pulled Ajia's clothes and went out.

Song Qinian then walked towards the screen.

Gu Yu was sitting on the bed motionless like a sculpture. The weather was quite cold, he hadn't put on his clothes, and his face was as pale as paper.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, his eyes moved, like mechanical parts lacking engine oil.

"you……"

Seeing him like this, Song Qinian's heart suddenly stung.

"You didn't sleep? Why didn't you put on your clothes?"

Song Qinian walked over and pulled off Gu Yu's clothes on his shoulders. When he wanted to touch him, he saw the other person wince in an imperceptible arc.

The handsome young man frowned slightly.

He directly pulled Gu Yu's body and put clothes on him.

When his fingertips accidentally brushed the other person's face, he found that Gu Yu's face was glowing with a hot temperature.

Song Qinian moved his palm to Gu Yu's forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

Gu Yu said nothing.

To be precise, his throat was on fire, cut by a knife, and he could not speak.

He sat like this all night, without putting on any clothes after the charcoal fire had cooled down. If he hadn't caught a cold yet, the King of Hell would have praised him for his good health.

"Are you trying to torture me on purpose?"

The young man held his breath and his eyes turned red.

Gu Yu thought it was ridiculous, who was torturing whom?

How could Song Qinian throw the blame so easily?

The young man turned around and took out a thick cloak, covering Gu and his whole body.

"Don't move. I'll ask the military doctor to get you some medicine."