Others are jealous that I have a dragon

"Play? Enough?"

Qin Changluo had a look of disbelief.

My heart was stabbed suddenly.

"I originally wanted to keep it from you and not tell you these things, but I think you and I are also brothers of the same school. Some things have to be told truthfully."

Qingyi wanted Qin Changluo to resent Gongshen Fuyun, he was jealous of such a person who confuses Shenlong and is favored to heaven by his appearance alone.

He thought that without Qin Changluo, the only person he was close to, he had nowhere to go, so he could only stay here and be his servant!

The dragon cares about you, and I don't.

"Oh..." Qin Changluo listened to his words, and quickly formed a layer of ice to suppress the river and sea.Keeping his emotions in check, he responded indifferently.

He didn't expect that his reluctance to Gong Shen Fuyun would be so turbulent.

He knew that Qingyi was not a good person, so he had doubts about his words.

But he thought of his attitude in the past two days, deliberately alienated Gongshen Fuyun, and lost his temper for no reason.

Maybe he really annoyed him.

After all, he is the Shenlong, the Shenlong revered by everyone.Why have you always been patient with yourself, how can you keep putting down your body to coax yourself to be happy.

I was spoiled by his temporary freshness, and I didn't know how to measure it.

Either way, in the end, he kept persuading himself to let go of his kindness to him.Now, there is no need to hesitate, Gongshen Fuyun has already made a choice and left himself.

It's just that this burst of grievance and dull pain in his heart was unexpected, and he was at a loss as to what to do.

He minded that sentence very much: Enough is enough.

Qin Chang let go of the doctor's wrist in a daze, and passed by Qing Yi.

Stepped on the threshold, retracted again, turned and left firmly.Step by step, he leveled the snow pit splashed by the colorless dragon's blood, but ignored Lang Huazi's trail in the messy snow footprints.

"Hey! Qin Changluo, where are you going?" Qing Yi looked at his calm face, but the uncontrollable waves in his eyes made him feel very comfortable.

Just you, with the protection of the dragon, let me cook eight dishes and one soup for you.With this breath, he finally got out.

"do not know."

"Here, let's live together." Isn't it better to stay and serve me than to go out and live on the streets?

"I don't deserve it." This is left by Shenlong, what qualifications do I have.

"whispering sound."

Lightly sneered, quite self-aware.That's okay, you know I've hurt you, so it's not safe to keep you by my side.

The old doctor grabbed Qin Changluo, "I can't run so far in vain. If I don't see a doctor, I have to pay the travel expenses."

"I don't have any money, sorry."

These days, Gongshen Fuyun used Ye Mingzhu as money.He never bothered about it.

"You have no money? Your house is so rich, how can you have no money?" The old doctor refused to let go.

"Hey, come on, he's in a bad mood, can't you tell?" Qing Yi casually threw him some coins and sent the doctor away.

Qin Changluo looked at Qingyi, hesitated for a moment, thanked him, and then said: "Your words are accurate."

What words?Lightly wondered.

"Being with him will make me have a shadow for the rest of my life." But he silently replaced the three words "shadow" with: I can't forget it.

This is the only person who treats him well.

What is breeding madness in my heart, disturbing my mind.

What was that, he didn't understand, he was just very sad.

Presumably, the little emperor would not forget senior Moli after reincarnation, because he couldn't forget him like himself.

But why didn't senior Moli come to him once in 300 years?He didn't understand it before, but now, he feels that he should understand it.

Senior Moli has had enough.

The dragon race must be much better than the human race, and the dragon race and the dragon race are the ones whose identities match.

Human beings are so ordinary.

How could Shenlong look down upon it.

When the interest comes, I will find you. If the interest is gone, I will lose it.

So Mo Li will never come to see the little emperor again, and brother Fu Yun will also never come to see me.

His heart was in a mess, he felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he wanted to cry and shout.

He calculated the time, without the help of the dragon, within thirteen days, would he be able to reach the imperial city.

He wants to tell the emperor, throw away the dragon scales and forget about everything.In the next reincarnation, without memories, there will be no pain.

There is no residual snow under the feet, but the uppers of the shoes are soaked, the cold rises, and the heart is frozen.

The autumn is rustling, and the blood sun in the afternoon has no deterrent effect. With the gusts of wind blowing the fallen leaves, Qin Changluo's mood is matched.

After trekking for three days, his fine clothes were stained and torn.

However, after staying with Gongshen Fuyun for a few days, he felt that his ability to fight wild animals had diminished a lot, and he also felt that the barbecue that he used to devour was so hard to swallow.

The beast was too crafty and the meat too bland.

The amber ring on her finger shone brightly in the firelight.

It's really pretty, but what's the use of looking good, it's hurtful to look at.

Shenlong may dismiss things that he regards as treasures.

He took it off and threw it away.

You're tired of me, I don't miss you anymore.

Such a day should have been expected.

The ring fell into the dry grass without making a sound.But Qin Changluo's heart cracked a crack.

It hurts.

He couldn't eat anything anymore, so he clapped his hands and continued on his way.

Day and night, no one sleeps around him, he can't sleep.

But after all, his physical strength couldn't bear it anymore. One morning, the young master with chapped lips fell on the side of the road.

It coincided with the continuous autumn rain, which almost drowned people.

After bumps and bumps, Qin Changluo had a headache and was extremely thirsty.In a daze, he grabbed a slightly cold hand and squeezed it tightly: "Brother Fu Yun?"

The arrested person has a calm face, majestic and graceful eyebrows, and a dignified appearance.

She twitched her hand and was grabbed even tighter.

Beside him, a young man with a pretty face and beautiful eyes frowned slightly, showing some jealousy.

"My lord...Your lord is precious, let Qing Heng take care of him."

The young man's appearance can be said to be good-looking, but compared with the fainted Qin Changluo, Rao is a collapsed person, and he is three points better than him.

He is the prince's male favorite, but only on the surface.

Masculinity prevailed, and it was promoted by the little emperor.Everyone knows that the nine-year-old little emperor's ambition is to break through gender and seek true love.

At first the people thought he was young and messing around.But later, he found out that he had already begun to demand that the royal family and children should accept male favors, otherwise, it would be considered disloyal to the royal family!

The world is going downhill, and the common people only think that the emperor is crazy.

The person who was called the prince was the little emperor's own elder brother, who wholeheartedly assisted him. In order to make his younger brother happy, he took the lead in marrying a man into the mansion.

It was Qing Heng who took the initiative to ask Qin Changluo to take care of him just now.

Qing Heng is a real broken sleeve, he loves the prince wholeheartedly, but... only in exchange for food and clothing, and has never been touched so far.

Even if it's holding hands.

So he couldn't see that this dying man could rely on that face to let the prince let him be caught.

"Brother Fuyun, I want to drink blood..."

Qin Changluo muttered in a daze, and suddenly let go of the prince's hand.

"You lied to me, you promised to take care of me for the rest of your life..."

For some reason, the prince quickly grabbed Qin Changluo's slipping hand and tightened it tightly.

This person has an indescribable desire to feel distressed.

Qing Heng clenched his fists, "My lord..."

"How long will it take to reach the town? I have to take him to see a doctor."

"I don't know." Qing Heng's tone was sour.

"Ask the coachman if you don't know." Wang Ye gave him a look and ordered.

Qing Heng turned his head and ignored.He knows the prince's bottom line, and even if he has never served by his side after being married for five years, he is familiar with all his emotions.

He will not blame himself, and may even coax a few words.

But he didn't understand, since he had so much affection for him, why didn't he just sit down?

The prince cleared his throat and raised his volume: "How long will it take to get to the next town?"

The coachman replied: "Two hours."

"Speed ​​up, find a medical clinic before dark."

"Yes, my lord."

Even more turbulent, Qin Changluo obviously felt uncomfortable, frowned and locked his body tightly, and pulled the prince's hand away forcefully.

This palm is slightly cold, it's not Brother Fu Yun.

Brother Fuyun, every place is warm.

Qing Heng finally felt a little more comfortable in his heart.But he blamed Qin Changluo for the prince's failure to coax him today.

Disaster!

"Your lord thinks that Qingheng is not attractive and cannot serve you. Do you want to accept him?" He adjusted his tone and asked calmly and dignifiedly.

Yes, I was married by the prince to make the emperor happy, but it has been five years!People are not plants, and the prince treats himself well, it cannot be all hypocrisy.

He thought that as long as he waited with peace of mind, he would always wait for what he wanted.

But the handsome young man who came out halfway, the prince's steadfast gaze made him panic.

Qingheng does not strive for fame and fortune, but only has a sincere heart.

Why is it so difficult?

This dying person had better not survive in the hospital.

He was jealous, but he couldn't show it.

The prince is the one who hates jealous people the most.

The prince looked at Qingheng and asked, "Will you live in peace with him?"

Half of Qingheng's heart collapsed, his body froze, but he tried to smile: "It's as long as the prince likes it."

Wang Ye looked thoughtfully at Qin Changluo again.

As night fell, the carriage stopped.

The coachman said respectfully, "My lord, the clinic is here."

"Put this person on your back, be gentle." Wang Ye ordered, reaching out his hand towards Qing Heng.

For many years, when he got off the carriage, he would always hold his arms with his male favorite, and they were deeply in love.

This is also for the emperor to see, and you will get used to it after doing it.

Qing Heng always numbs himself, the prince, not just for the sake of his brother's happiness.

He was worried that the prince would carry the unconscious person to the hospital, but fortunately, no.

The doctor at the medical center gave Qin Chang a pulse, saying that it was just that he had been over-stressed in the past few days and his diet was not enough, and that he would be fine after a few days of recuperation.

But the prince is on his way. This time he went to the Jiangnan area to investigate the floods and dealt with several corrupt officials.You must go back and report to the little emperor.

Best not to waste time.

"Is there a prescription for quick recovery." He asked.

Qing Heng interrupted: "I have saved enough money, let him rest here."

The prince seemed to have never heard of it, and stared at the doctor.

Qing Heng was a little jealous and jealous.

Fall in love at first sight?

My five years of praying and my deep love for you are nothing compared to a half-dead person.

Ridiculous, pathetic.

The doctor understands that the person who looks quite rich in front of him is not short of money, and the patient is very important.

"If you are in a hurry, then soak him in a medicated bath for two hours, and use my precious herbal medicine from my ancestors to restore his physical strength in a short time. But after you return home, you must find a doctor to prescribe it to him in time. Fang Zi replenishment."

"Okay." The prince raised his hand, telling him to prepare quickly.

For the past five years, Qing Heng lived in the Prince's Mansion with his hands not stained with spring water, never getting tired, let alone sick.

At this moment, he really wanted to be terminally ill immediately, and see if the prince would cherish him so tightly.

He looked resentfully at Qin Changluo, who was carried away by the little apprentice in the medical hall, and said to the prince, "I'll help."

Then quickly followed.

The prince said to himself: "It's getting more and more presumptuous, I really think I'm pampering you."

Just now Qingheng was explaining, not asking for instructions.

The authority of the royal family was ignored, and Qing Heng was the first to be so bold.

A small bathroom with an oval wooden barrel.

Someone poured hot water and medicinal soup, and someone hurriedly undressed Qin Changluo.

Qing Heng couldn't help admiring the snow-white skin in front of several people, this man is indeed a beautiful woman with such an uncontrollable figure.

He must not marry into the prince's mansion!Then she is destined to be left out in the cold for the rest of her life.

"Oh, what a pity." The doctor said suddenly.

Qing Heng's eyes lit up, could it be that he has some hidden disease that cannot be cured?

"What's wrong?" He tried not to look happy.

"I shouldn't say something. That graceful-looking man outside must be very rich. Is this young man his bed partner?"

Qing Heng seemed to have noticed something, he approached the naked Qin Changluo, followed the doctor's finger, and saw his slightly swollen area.

Also a male favorite?

In the jealousy that has been rising in my heart, there is actually a trace of sympathy.

But also, I envy him being loved by his lover.

For herself, marrying into the palace to guard her lover is equivalent to being a widow.

He hurried out of the bathroom and grabbed the prince's sleeve: "My lord, he was lucky."

He is no longer clean.

The prince lifted Qing Heng's chin and smiled: "Oh? Then do you mind if I marry a son who has been lucky?"

"My lord..."

Qingheng felt overwhelming despair.

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