please respect yourself

"Pianpian, Thirteenth Lang is still alive." Zhuge Luan's tone was soft, unlike Cheng Zangzhi's, with a poisonous tongue.

The woman named Pianpian raised her head suddenly, the pupils on her pale face were not black enough.

"Thirteen..." She muttered, recalling the explosion a few years ago, stones and sawdust were flying all over the sky, and stumps were seen in the blood.She grabbed Zhuge Luan's lapel, "Is it him!? Is it Wenren Ran! Ah Ran... is still alive!? Where is he?!"

Zhuge Luan was strangled by the clenched skirt of his clothes, but he still said in a comforting tone: "Pianpian, Wen Renran is in Qingjing. Your Shisanlang is still alive, and he is doing well. Now, no one can hurt him."

The three prominent families with multiple surnames in Yanzhou—Zhuge, Wenren, and Tuqin—have been friends for generations.The younger generations who grew up during the Xingyi period of Daning had even closer contacts, as close as a family.

Tu Qin Pianpian still clutched at Zhuge Luan's lapel, tears streaming down his face, "Why didn't he come back at Thirteen?! Why?!"

"Pianpian," Zhuge Luan stroked her hair as before, with regret in his eyes, in the past, Pianpian would have broken his hand, "Thirteen, he won't come back."

"...Why?" Tu Qin Pianpian sat on the spot blankly.

Then he crawled towards the unclosed thin coffin. Inside the thin coffin was a pile of half-decomposed limbs, soaked in coffin fluid, which had an unpleasant stench.But Tu Qinpianpian kept dripping tears in it, she waited for the corpse for ten years, it wasn't that person, even ten years of empty guarding would be willing.

"Pianpian, let's get out of here."

"I won't go! Shisansheng is here, even if he doesn't come back, Shisan's soul must come back, I'll wait for him to come back!"

A lifeless woman, like a rock without transfer.

Zhuge Luan held back his tears and suppressed his voice: "Are you going to wait until he dies and his soul returns here?!" He held Tu Qinpianpian by his waist and opened the thin coffin, "You are guarding this pile of unknown rotting bones It’s been ten years! Wenren Ran has never stopped coming to Yanzhou for ten years if he misses you! He abandoned you, abandoned everything in the past, he has killed himself! He is another person now, not you I've heard about it so much!"

Tu Qin bit the back of Zhuge Luan's hand, knocked Zhuge Luan off the stage with his palm, and fell into the sewage of the underground river.Her eyes were dull, "Zhuge Luan! You don't understand anything at all! Your Zhuge family always avoids disasters, how do you know Shisan's hatred! How do you know my hatred! Tu Qin's family was buried in the Suolongjing underground river , I heard that his family was crushed by fire and thunder, and he won't come back at thirteen..." Bitterness overflowed from the corner of his lips, "That's right."

"It doesn't matter whether he comes back or not. I... will always wait for him."

The woman was hanging her head, and the folded yellow umbrella fell to her feet.Tu Qin Pianpian was taken aback, when she was young, Zhuge Luan drew pictures and heard people looking for materials, and she made the umbrella by herself.But she didn't give it to Zhuge Luan or Wen Renran until the year of Jiji, when her father asked her which umbrella she liked, and he gave which umbrella to whom.

Using an umbrella to choose a son-in-law, she gave Qing Xiao to Thirteen Lang, and in the blink of an eye, only Huang Quan was left.As for Wen Renran, up to now, she still hasn't returned her a piece of blue sky.

Green plum leaning on a bamboo horse, was once a teenager.

Pick up the underworld, open the umbrella, and the dark fragrance fills the face.Before Tu Qin Pianpian collapsed, Zhuge Luan held him in his arms, "Pianpian, I will definitely help you see him."

The black and dripping Tsing Yi, hugging a white hemp, walked from the dark river to the faint skylight.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, bid farewell to Yan Suiyuan and Cheng Zang.Emperor Li Shen was on top of the holy car, and sighed long.

Yang Fengxian on one side looked far away at the North Road, without changing his expression, he said: "Your Majesty, let Cheng Jiedu go like this? Are we not going to make preparations? In case Yan Shangshu's heart softens, what should we do?"

"Yan Suiyuan... Ten years ago, he had no heart. He couldn't tell right from wrong." Li Shen narrowed his eyes, "Cheng Zangzhi, no one dares to touch him in the capital. Yanzhou... It's not my turn to prepare." Suddenly looking south, "Li Yan, are you still in Kuizhou?"

"The emperor is relieved, Mrs. Wei has already gone to Beijing." Yang Fengxian's voice was extremely comforting, "However, the servant is still worried about Yan Shangshu, after all, Yan Shangshu is trying to ensure that Cheng Jiedu envoys have the same intentions, if there is a change..."

Li Shen rarely turned his head, "Yan Sui is willing to do his best to keep Cheng Zang from rebelling, so there is a way to make him not rebel."

"This... this servant can't understand," Yang Fengxian was full of confusion, "Could it be that Yan Shangshu really feeds a tiger with his body?"

Li Shen smiled faintly, "Yan Zhuang and his wife are both upright and upright people. If not, it is unknown who is in charge of Zhongning now. Yan Suiyuan is the only son of the two, and he is well-educated. He is not like Cheng Zangzhi who can walk away with a sword." A slanted person. Yan Sui is willing to protect him, rather, he wants to kill him with his own hands."

Yang Fengxian nodded in understanding, but felt a chill in his heart. The emperor was used to using Yan Suiyuan, and he didn't care what Yan Suiyuan would become.Once upon a time, the young man in white robe and silver armor had already been worn out by these people, and his whole body was withered.

He said: "The emperor is wise."

The horses and chariots going north to Yanzhou traveled neither fast nor slow.

Yan Sui would like to sit in the carriage and read a letter.The hijacked Yanzhou disaster relief cargo ship went all the way to Yanzhou, but was intercepted by the Yanzhou government, and the supplies were distributed, and the disaster situation was postponed.

Outside the carriage, You'an's voice came: "Master Cheng! My lord has been running around for days and is resting, so it is inconvenient to see guests! Please go back!" Since seeing the waste paper, You'an's attitude towards Cheng Zangzhi has become more and more distasteful. Light or heavy.

Cheng Zangzhi ignored it, and directly asked Zhao Jue to restrain him and keep him out of the way.You'an was cut by Zhao Jue's arm, and he was still yelling: "Master Cheng, if you offend my lord again, I will - fight with you!" If Cheng Zangzhi wants to rebel, don't hurt his lord!

The adults in his family can't bear to be involved in another conspiracy.

Cheng Zangzhi looked at him intently, his eyes were serious and sharp.You'an's body turned cold, and he lowered his head.

"Master Cheng, if you have something to do, you can come in, why bother my boy."

Hearing Yan Suiyuan's words, Cheng Zangzhi's expression brightened slightly, but he said to Zhao Jue: "Take Yan Shangshu's servant to rest and drink tea."

Zhao Jue understood that this was sending them away again, similar to the last snow appreciation.He can only follow orders.

He lifted the curtain and entered, and sat upright in a snow-green shirt.Cheng Zangzhi looked down at the hem of his black clothes, and then at Yan Suiyuan, "I kind of want to see how Yan Shangshu looks in my black clothes."

"..." Yan Suiyuan raised his eyelids, "Master Cheng is in good spirits, and he is still thinking about it when his death is approaching."

"People are dying," Cheng Zangzhi got into the carriage, "do you want to treat me better?"

Yan Suiyuan smiled lightly, "Master Cheng has checked out my house. If you want to treat yourself better, don't you think you can do it yourself."

"You have wronged me," Cheng Zangzhi bowed and leaned in front of Yan Suiyuan, "During the Lantern Festival night, you obviously didn't say a few words to me, then left, and put everyone in the mansion on guard. Don't dare to rummage around the house."

Yan Suiyuan couldn't deny it, Cheng Zangzhi stared at the space beside him, "Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?"

"Master Cheng, at the beginning of February, Yanzhou will arrive soon." Yan Suiyuan looked sober, "When you arrive in Yanzhou, you can sit however you want."

"..." Cheng Zangzhi stretched out his arms, with his palms resting on the walls on both sides, "Would it be more interesting to sit up at that time than it is now?"

Yan Suiyuan didn't give up half a point, "Master Cheng, if you have to squeeze, just sit on the floor."

"..." Digging people's ancestral graves behind their backs is indeed going to suffer retribution.

Cheng Zangzhi didn't even think about it, just sat on the blanket, and finally said with emotion: "The blankets in Yan Shangshu's car must be soft elsewhere."

Yan Suiyuan looked down at him speechlessly, wiped his head, and ignored him.

The chariots and horses regrouped and continued to drive outside Yanzhou City.But the two people in the car knew that before entering Yanzhou, someone would come to see them.

Just about to start the journey, Cheng Zangzhi walked around the carriage, and although there was a small case set up, but there was no water bag, he asked, "Yan Shangshu, you don't even have any saliva?"

At the beginning of spring, the north is still a little dry.Cheng Zangzhi has been very busy these days, not to mention day and night, and rarely even drinks water.The corners of the mouth are already dry.

Yan Suiyuan looked at him indifferently, "Master Cheng, why are you bothering? If you don't come here, why can't you even drink your saliva?"

Cheng Zangzhi smiled, "If I didn't go through this, how would I know what Yan Shangshu was up to?" His eyes darkened, his voice was filled with lead, "Why Li Yan?"

"Why can't it be?" Yan Suiyuan asked him back.

Because, the first emperor refused to listen to the defense, and a piece of imperial edict wiped out our Manchu family, and Li Yan played an indispensable role in it.Ten years from now, even you won't recognize me.Cheng Zangzhi smiled, but never opened his mouth.For him, these used to be an indispensable support, but now they are just a small pain from a bee sting.

With his arms pillowed behind his head, his back leaning against the carriage, and his legs stretched, Cheng Zangzhi just closed his eyes like this.It wasn't until the wheels jolted that he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were blood red.After years of nightmares, the smog of that conspiracy still lingers.

The voice was still in my ears: "Ah Xuan, you must escape!"Must live!Must live! ’ Accompanied by the faint and unpleasant sound, Cheng Zangzhi felt pain in his cheeks, as if the owner of the sound could straighten up and slap him hard.

Alive, must be alive.Yan Suiyuan, will you give me a way out?

Someone grabbed his wrist, Xue Qing's robe fell beside him, Yan Sui was willing to sit in the carriage with him.

"You, why are you sitting on the ground?" Cheng Zangzhi smiled.

Yan Sui would not turn his head to look at him, but said: "Did Master Cheng develop the habit of having nightmares when he was in the army?"

Cheng Zangzhi moved his shoulders, "No, it's okay to get used to things like war." He took advantage of the situation and leaned on Yan Suiyuan's shoulder.

Yan Suiyuan breathed heavily, and then said: "Then let's take a nap, and when we get to the place, I will wake you up."

"Okay." Cheng Zangzhi happily answered in his ear, and simply lay his head on his lap, closing his eyes to rest.

Cheng Zangzhi has long eyebrows from a distant mountain, the brows are full of toughness, and when they are not stretched, they are thin and beautiful.Lang Yan is unique, Ling Ran is unparalleled.Yan Suiyuan silently looked at him like this with downcast eyes, and slept peacefully with his eyes closed, but he was still extremely beautiful.

White skin bloomed on the lips, making the lips appear thick and bloody.Yan Suiyuan lowered his head slightly, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a bloody wound.Already bleeding.

"Master Cheng?" No one answered him.

Yan Suiyuan rolled up his sleeves, and put his fingertips on his lips, when he turned them up, he saw blood.

The minister of the Ministry of Punishment, who was always selfless and unkind, was hesitant to think whether he should apply some golden sore medicine to him.

In a flash, this person can bump into his Wuyan without changing his face, so how can he need golden sore medicine.

In the quiet carriage, Yan Suiyuan couldn't help but look at the wound on Cheng Zangzhi's lip in his spare time, the cracks were tiny and crimson oozing.He hesitated again and again, but still looked down and stared, wondering if he should remind Cheng Zangzhi to drink more tea to relieve the dryness.

Almost instantly, people who closed their eyes and took a nap came towards them.You can smell your breath, "Sui Yuan, I've been waiting for you all the way, why don't you move, keep looking to see what's the use, but you can't stop the bleeding." Yan Suiyuan was stunned, and then listened: "I'll teach you a way to stop the bleeding .”

"Treat softness with softness."

Soft to the touch, warm to the touch, and the sound between the teeth, even Fengyue will be intoxicated.The subtle flow in the throat, the unknown sound enters the ears, and the heart is beautiful.

Yan Suiyuan, who originally had his head down, lost his mind during the gap, and was already pushed against the wall by Cheng Zangzhi.He was stunned, but didn't open his eyes in time.Looking at him with lowered eyebrows is a pair of eyes with a different kind of smile, shining brightly.

"Cheng Zangzhi," Yan Suiyuan finally opened his eyes and saw the face close at hand, "enough is enough."

"Sui Yuan, you said that there are some things that cannot be made exceptions," Cheng Zangzhi didn't move his face away, "Is it because you are afraid of being overwhelmed by water, or because you are afraid of getting out of control until you drown to death?"

"Cheng Jiedushi, what do you think?" Yan Suiyuan asked back, his eyes were still clear, "I think that no matter what the ending is, life is better than death."

Cheng Zangzhi paused and just looked at him until the other party turned his face away first.He raised his head slightly, "Life or death, you and I can no longer easily decide."

For a frozen heart, I would rather struggle and torture in every possible way than die.Like Yang Fengxian, and like myself.Cheng Zangzhi was thinking about it, but he heard some other words.

Yan Suiyuan said calmly: "Master Cheng can't decide, but this officer can."

Cheng Zangzhi lowered his head and looked at him, the man who was as dignified as jade was swept away by the gentleness, but he was so ruthless as to snatch away the red and evil purple.

"Yan Suiyuan, Yan Suiyuan." Cheng Zangzhi felt helpless.

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Xuan (xuan): the warmth of the sun