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When you can't protect yourself, you don't have to greedily reach out to another person.

Yan Zhaohe could feel the hand he was holding was slowly escaping from his hand, sliding down little by little.He chased after him vigorously, until the ruins of his chest loosened, and everything scorched by the fire would be swallowed up to his waist.A sharp piece of wood was lodged in his waist, puncturing his clothing and pressing against the last of his ribs.

"Clap."

The corner of Xun Zhui's eyes felt cold, he opened his mouth and his eyelids trembled, and then said firmly: "Yan Zhaohe, people can't be so greedy."

"Your Majesty, save your energy, because I have worked so hard." Yan Zhaohe's voice was a little unsteady, and he tried his best to conceal everything in his emotions, "I will pull you up."

Xun Zhui put his left hand on Yan Zhaohe's hand, and his fingertips touched his protruding veins. Yan Zhaohe realized what Xun Zhui was going to do next, and hurriedly called his name.

Xun Zhui broke Yan Zhaohe's fingers apart one by one, it was too tight, why is this man's fingers so strong.

When Yan Zhaohe held him in the past, Xun Zhui never thought that there would be a time when he would let go voluntarily. Time did not give him a chance to reflect carefully, and he almost separated Yan Zhaohe's hand from his own at the fastest speed.The man's warm blood still remained on the back of the hand, and the blood quickly cooled after leaving another layer of heat preservation, and the blood-carrying skin was taken along with it.

He could almost imagine that when the hands of different temperatures were no longer in contact, he would fall rapidly with his eyes closed.It's too dark here, and it's too narrow, even if it falls, it's constantly rubbing against various ruins.There was a silent scream from his back, his arms, his knees, everywhere in his body, and he couldn't tell where the pain was worse.

Xun Zhui breathed tremblingly, accepting the coming... warmth? !

"Madman." In a state of extreme collapse, Xun Zhui choked out two words.

After the fingertips were separated, the man leaned over and grabbed Xunzhui's hand again. He fell down with Xunzhui and took advantage of the opportunity to protect Xunzhui in his arms. Curl up your body and protect Xunzhui's head.

Even so, Xun Zhui's brain exploded like an explosion when it landed.

"Are you crazy?" Xun Zhui buried his face in Yan Zhaohe's chest and asked angrily.

The cat in his arms jumped out, meowing in the dark, and Xun Zhui roughly pressed the cat's head and stuffed it back.He didn't get a response from Yan Zhaohe, he raised his head in a panic to see how Yan Zhaohe was doing, but it was too dark here, and he could only judge Yan Zhaohe's state by his touch.

Yan Zhaohe's breathing was still steady, Xun Zhui groped to find his face, trying to test his breath.

"The minister is not dead." Yan Zhaohe's weak voice sounded.

"Oh." Xun Zhui silently put down his hand.

"How are you?" Yan Zhaohe asked again after taking a breath.

"Fortunately."

Xun Zhui put his hand on the clothes and wiped it vigorously, then lowered his head and touched the corner of his eyes with his index finger, then put his index finger on his lips and licked it, it smelled like blood.

Not only was Yan Zhaohe bleeding from his arm, but he was also injured in other places.

He was about to say something, but Yan Zhaohe said angrily, "Don't move."

Xun chased him for a while, then hurriedly touched Yan Zhao and other parts of his body.Yan Zhaohe joked, "Does Your Majesty want to take advantage of your injury and become a hooligan?"

"Yan Zhaohe, where did you hurt?" Xun Zhui was in no mood to joke with him, the place was too narrow and there was no space for large-scale movement of the body, he could only judge where Yan Zhaohe was bleeding by the feel of his hand.

"Why don't you let go." Xun Zhui was furious, "What's the benefit of you falling with me? Why did you fall with me? Are you sick? You fell with me to rescue soldiers? Aren't you the smartest? , why do you want to catch me, why don't you even listen to my will! Yan Zhaohe! Don't laugh!"

Yan Zhaohe's chest vibrated, and he let out a muffled laugh, and Xun Zhui scolded more heartily, "Where are you hurt? Tell me, tell me quickly, stop laughing, why are you..."

why......

Xun Zhui choked up and said, "Why did you catch me?"

Yan Zhaohe, don't catch me.

He spoke more and more slowly, his voice trembled more and more, and his heart hurt even more. He tried hard to find his own voice, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold back the tears that were about to well up.

"It's called the emperor's name, you have to pull it out and behead it."

The small space regained its silence, and when Xun Zhui almost wanted to reconfirm whether Yan Zhaohe was still awake, the man's voice sounded steadily again.

"I thought that was not the will."

In the darkness, the man's voice was infinitely amplified, as if a heavy fist had hit his head.

"I'm fine, but if you move again, my ribs will really be broken by you." Yan Zhaohe touched Xunzhui's back, he landed on his back, Xunzhui should not be injured.

As soon as the words fell, Xun Zhui immediately held his breath and remained motionless.

He tried his best to control his emotions, not letting himself make any more noise, but the tear glands couldn't help but produce salty moisture.Xun Zhui pursed his lips, clenched his upper and lower teeth tightly on his nipples, tears slid down his cheeks, and most of them seeped into the corners of his lips.

His mind was filled with the phrase that it was not a will, and all his thoughts were not enough to store the weight of these four words.He stretched out his arm to judge the size of the space, and after confirming that there was a spot on his right hand side, avoiding Yan Zhao and the wound, he moved slowly to one side.Yan Zhaohe felt that Xun Zhui wanted to go to the other side, so he gave way silently, Xun Zhui's movements froze, and he asked cautiously, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Zhaohe shook his head, "It doesn't hurt very much."

After confirming Yan Zhaohe's answer, Xun Zhui half-believed and sat on the small open space, and then pushed away all the sundries around Yan Zhaohe.He was about to continue clearing his own land, when he suddenly felt the thick ash piled up behind him, and there was something hard mixed in the ash, not like pebbles, and he suddenly realized what it was.

Xun Zhui paused for a moment, and dropped the thing in his hand like an electric shock.Yan Zhaohe heard the strangeness in Xunzhui's side, and asked what happened to Xunzhui.

"No." Xun Zhui withdrew his hand tremblingly, and Yu Niesheng told him not to get too close before leaving in his mind.

"Yu Niesheng knows I'm here, and someone will come to rescue us soon." Xun Zhui curled up his legs, buried his face in his knees, and held Yan Zhaohe's hand with the other hand that didn't touch the ashes.

It was a little cold, but with only a little warmth, he knew that Yan Zhaohe's situation would not get too bad.Yan Zhaohe's body is healthier than his own, so nothing will happen.

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Zhaohe asked with his eyes closed.

Xun Zhui drew a cross on Yan Zhaohe's palm.

Yan Zhaohe smiled, and Xun Zhui continued to write the word "no" as if he was afraid of being discovered by him.

"Meow." The kitten tentatively struggled to stretch out its head from Xun Zhui's arms again. Only then did Xun Zhui realize that he might have squeezed the cat, so he quickly released the kitten. The kitten wanted to jump, but he grabbed it. The back of the cat's neck was afraid that the cat would jump onto Yan Zhaohe.

He owed Yan Zhaohe one more time, and he couldn't count how many times he owed Yan Zhaohe.

He wanted to return all that was owed to him before Yan Zhaohe left, so that he would leave alone without restraint.

Fate has tortured Yan Zhaohe again and again, and fate is the so-called damn loyalty.Would everything be better if Yan Zhaohe had no loyalty.

Xun Zhui always wanted to forget the scene of the late Emperor's death, which was the first day when the late Emperor entrusted him to Yan Zhaohe. After forgetting, he could lie to himself that he and Yan Zhaohe had no damn responsibility at all.

Even today, he can only blur the face of the first emperor, and after blurring this layer, other things gradually surface from the water.

The moment Yan Zhaohe caught him after falling down, Xun recalled the other words that the late emperor had said while holding his hand.

The first emperor said, I and Yanhou are as close as brothers, we eat and live together when fighting side by side, you can also be Yan Zhaohe as an elder brother, and always remember your elder brother's teachings.

"Brother?" Xun Zhui whispered softly.

Yes, it is brother.

"Yan Zhaohe, you really are the one who treats me the best among all the elder brothers who are kings."

As soon as the words were finished, Yan Zhaohe took Xunzhui's hand and squeezed the ground where Xunzhui's tiger's mouth hurt.

He resisted the pain and continued: "I am very grateful that you can protect me as my brother everywhere."

"Brother?" Yan Zhaohe's voice was cool.

"I'm sorry, I only want to call you brother now." Xun Zhui nodded.

Before the last word "Brother" was pronounced, his hand was released by Yan Zhaohe. He moved forward and gently grabbed it but failed to catch it. He didn't know where Yan Zhaohe took his hand.

"You admit that I am an elder brother, so why is my elder brother disobedient if I want my younger brother to start a family?" Yan Zhaohe said coldly.

That's because Xun Zhui closed his eyes and said resignedly, "I didn't regard you as an elder brother before."

But now it is.

"Do you agree to choose a concubine after returning to the palace?"

"I agree.

Xun Zhui couldn't continue, the rest of the words stuck in his throat, he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry.

In front of Yan Zhaohe, he seems to be a transparent person. As long as Yan Zhaohe looks over, it is clear at a glance what he wants, and he can get everything without doing it himself.But it was this that made him feel even more sad, and made him feel that there was nowhere to hide for all his little actions.

No matter where he fled, as long as Yan Zhaohe hooked his hands, the thread tied around his ankle would be tightened in an instant, and no matter how he grabbed or struggled, he could return to Yan Zhaohe's side.

Yan Zhaohe is the one who can hold that thread.

Yu Niesheng said that he and Yan Zhaohe have exactly the same eyes, yes, he is a dodder attached to Yan Zhaohe, he can't live alone.

Without its host, the dodder will wither quickly, turning into withered grass that can be cut by a wind blade.

Who doesn't want to be the one to be attached to?

Everyone can, but Li Xun can't chase.

From the very beginning, he chose to become a dodder flower, only thinking about how vigorously it would bloom, how bright it would bloom, and how it would bloom so that everyone would know that he and the host were inseparable.

But the premise is that the host can leave at any time, and no longer become a nutrient for the flowering.

Xun Zhui hugged his legs tightly, sniffed and whispered.

"Let me wither."