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Xun Zhui couldn't say anything, the sunflower in front of his eyes was full of wanton expansion.With trembling shoulders, he couldn't help touching it with his hands. He clasped his hands to hold the sunflower in his palms, his breathing was messy and his hair was mixed with tears, and he let out a sharp but extremely weak panting sound from his throat.

He's out of breath.

Yan Zhaohe supported Xun Zhui to sit slowly on the ground, letting him face himself.

"Can I go?" he asked.

Xun Zhui arched his waist and put his forehead on his knees, crossed his arms and hugged himself tightly, he tried his best to keep himself relaxed, telling himself that he must be dreaming.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. If you can't walk, I'll carry you on your back." Yan Zhaohe said again.

Xun Zhui smiled wryly as if giving up after listening, while shaking his head, he exhausted his remaining strength to break away from Yan Zhaohe's hands that were holding him, and barely stood up with one hand on his calf trembling.But he still lowered his head, still didn't want to see Yan Zhaohe's face, still didn't want to recognize the reality.

Xun Zhui said in a hoarse voice: "You go."

Walking away, "I just pretend I haven't seen you."

Yan Zhaohe looked at Xunzhui silently. Seeing that he was unmoved, Xunzhui limped and took small steps to move up the steps. Every step he took was like stepping on the tip of a knife, every inch of skin and every drop of blood on his body screamed, No matter how small the bumps were, the blood in his chest surged.

"They put poison!"

"Go back! Go back!"

"Ahhhhhh my eyes!"

The medicinal powder sprinkled by the Qingcheng army finally took effect under the burning of the flames. The smoke filled the air, which was already dark in front of him, and became cold. A gust of wind blew past, and all the air wrapped in poison flew freely with the wind.I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something else, but the vegetation where the smoke screen touches is instantly stained with a bit of decay.The rebels fled in all directions, and the rebels at the end of the line were frantically pushing and trying to escape, but soon got trapped in it with uncomfortable legs and feet, and fell to the ground after inhaling the poisonous gas. He foamed at the mouth and died within a few minutes.

Yan Zhaohe glanced outside the city, frowned and threw away the handkerchief in his hand, he walked quickly a few steps and suddenly carried Xun Zhui on his shoulders.

"Yan Zhaohe!" As soon as the words finished, Xun Zhui's face changed drastically and he roared angrily.

"puff……"

Xun chased the blood that had been held in his chest for a long time, and every time he wanted to rush up, he was confinement and swallowed by his throat. Finally, Yan Zhaohe was caught off guard by the devastating attack and vomited completely.

"Put me down!" Xun Zhui broke out in cold sweat from the pain, waving his hands wildly to jump off Yan Zhaohe's shoulders.He kicked Yan Zhaohe's waist, and Yan Zhaohe tightened his arms around Xunzhui with a cold face.

Xun Zhui felt that his waist was going to be broken, Yan Zhaohe couldn't breathe, his whole body was still in a head-down posture, his brain was severely congested, his face was flushed and he cursed loudly, every time Yan Zhaohe cursed, he would deliberately throw him Bump, or press hard with your fingers on the wound he was attacked by the Huns just now.

The wounds were found so accurately that Xun Zhui wondered if Yan Zhaohe watched the whole fight between himself and the Huns in the alley.

The strong physical discomfort quickly made Xun Zhui die, he couldn't exert any strength, and could only be carried down the steps by Yan Zhaohe and walked along the base of the wall lifelessly, his limbs were limp and hanging in the air following Yan Zhaohe's footsteps rock.

Yan Zhaohe patted Xunzhui's head, "How is it?"

"I'm dying." Xun Zhui said with difficulty.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xun Zhui suddenly remembered Yan Zhaohe's injury, "Your injury..."

"It's okay." Yan Zhaohe's words were vague, Xun Zhui immediately grabbed Yan Zhaohe's lapel with both hands and forced his face to face Yan Zhaohe.

"What did Bo Yan say? Why don't you rest more?"

"How did you come back?" I just returned to Beijing and Yan Zhaohe followed, and Xun Zhui hurriedly said, "Did you not rest while riding?"

"Don't laugh."

Yan Zhaohe looked at Xunzhui's appearance inexplicably and found it funny. The young man's face was full of everything, smoky black and dried blood stains, especially the bruise on his forehead immediately after being bumped. look like.

Too embarrassed.

Yan Zhaohe found a deserted courtyard and put Xun Zhui down. As soon as Xun Zhui hit the ground, he rushed towards Yan Zhaohe. Clasping the wrists of both hands, it was even tighter than he imagined.

"How is your injury?"

"What about yours?" Yan Zhaohe asked back.

Xun Zhui was in so much pain that he couldn't stand still and was about to be lifted by Yan Zhaohe. He didn't know if he was unlucky enough to drink cold water and stuffed his teeth. When he looked up again, he was as calm as water, "I'm fine."

The boy's petty actions were fully seen by the man, Yan Zhao and Gu Xun followed his words and said, "I will send Your Majesty back to the palace now."

minister?His Majesty?

The gunpowder canister that Xunzui had ignited was completely ignited by Yan Zhaohe's words of "minister". He smiled ironically at Yan Zhaohe, "Yes, it is impossible for you to give up power. How can you give up easily after so many years of struggling in the court?" What? You really have the means, you can pass without a token, what else did you not tell me?"

"Don't you want to leave? Why don't you leave when I let you go? Are you a dog? Didn't you wish to throw me away to live your happy life before? Yan Zhao and you are so cheap."

"Li Xun chasing after!"

Xun Zhui broke free from Yan Zhaohe's hand, took a few steps back and said with a sneer, "What right do you have to call me by my name!"

What qualifications do I have to let you come back to me?

Seeing Yan Zhaohe again can only make him remember more what Fang Yun warned that night, and it can only make him feel more embarrassed in front of Yan Zhaohe, and make him feel very distressed as long as he thinks of Yan Zhaohe's three words.

If Yan Zhaohe knew about the past, would he pursue it without hesitation?

"Yan Zhaohe, I don't want to see you."

"But I want to see you."

Yan Zhaohe said calmly, "I had a dream."

"I dreamed that you asked me if I kept you in my heart."

"You tell me not to leave you."

"Now that I'm back, won't you keep me?"

Xun Zhui opened his mouth, and he looked into Yan Zhaohe's eyes, which reflected himself, as if everything in the world could no longer be seen by the man in front of him.

"We... can't." He said with difficulty.

"Yan Zhaohe, you and I couldn't explain clearly in just one or two sentences." There are several steep mountains and misty swamps between us, so I don't have the confidence to walk with you.

Xunzhui looked at Yan Zhaohe seriously, never before seriously, "If you want to hear, I can tell you, I like you very much, I have only seen Yu Niesheng like Bo Yan. Me too, I To you, just like Yu Niesheng treated Bo Yan."

"I will be happy to see you, I will be lost if I don't see you, I won't be able to sleep at night without you, and I will cry alone."

But that's not enough to make me feel hard, because I know you'll be fine without me.

But now you appear in front of me, I will be afraid, I am afraid that you like me more than I like you.

"I've lived with you for so many years, it's enough for me." Xun Zhui reached out to meet Yan Zhaohe's face, and smiled slightly, "I know you poisoned me, but I'm not afraid. I'm even more afraid that one day I won't see you."

"But I can't drink it now. I want to make my body recover slowly. I choose the world between the world and you. I can't be ashamed of my ancestors. I can't let the court turmoil and the people be displaced because of my personal grievances." , the tragedy of tonight cannot be repeated in the days to come."

"I will not marry a concubine, I will not betray you, I will guard our relationship, but I hope you can get married."

A line of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, Xun Zhui choked up and couldn't continue, but he still smiled and faced Yan Zhaohe, and he slowly rubbed Yan Zhaohe's frowning brows away with his fingers.

"I hope that the Yan family will succeed after a hundred years."

"Don't waste any more time with me."

The small courtyard cut off the countless noises from the outside world, as if only he and Yan Zhaohe were left in the whole world.

Xun Zhui moved his footsteps and was only one punch away from Yan Zhaohe. He pressed his palm to the side of Yan Zhaohe's face with trembling hands, and suddenly stopped when he lowered his head to kiss Yan Zhaohe's lips.

The crown prince and the seventh prince hugged each other, and the seventh prince's lips happened to touch the crown prince's forehead.

The old Hou Ye never married and adopted a child in the army. The first emperor went south to bring the imperial concubine back to the palace.

He entrusted the future of the Yan family to the late emperor, and the late emperor entrusted this future to himself.

"I owe you."

Xun Zhui's spirit almost collapsed when he was tense, he put his finger on Yan Zhaohe's lips, through his own hand, put his lips on the first joint of the middle finger, giving Yan Zhaohe a solemn and desperate feeling. Tears and salty kisses.

"How do you know I won't marry?" Yan Zhaohe was as gentle as usual, he rubbed the back of Xunzhui's neck, and pressed his forehead against Xunzhui's.

He held the finger that Xunzhui put on his lips, and kissed again and again like nostalgia. Every time he kissed, he could feel that Xunzhui was more afraid, and the tears she shed made him feel more distressed

"Do you remember what I said last time at Lingshu Temple?"

"Luck can only be precious once accumulated."

"Xunzhui, I will give you all my luck and our future."

"So don't let go of my hand."

……

After a while, Yan Zhaohe found Xun Zhui's hand and clasped his fingers together. When Xun Zhui was sobbing and unable to think, he said, "Trust me, and you also believe in yourself."

"I……"

"Xunzhui, you don't have to give back the old me to myself. Every step I take over the years is my own decision, no one forces me, and it is still the same now. You forced me to be alone, let me stay in the south, But have you ever thought about how I feel?"

"I am from the Yan family, but I also have my own life. I hope my life can be chosen by myself."

"But I can't imagine my life without you."