I am the poor scholar

Xu Zhilan is a wonderful person, with a delicate and clear mind, but just a few words, a sense of sadness emerges in an instant.

This is my heart.

"Zhilan, you have to trust me." Xiao Yang said affectionately while holding Xu Zhilan's hand.

"Xiao Yang..." Xu Zhilan bit her lips in confusion, and said without turning her head, "I have to tell you something. Three years ago behind Longyan Temple..."

Immortal's joking words suddenly broke into my mind, and my heart, which was a little bit guilty, suddenly became firm. The fun in Longyan Temple belongs to Xu Zhilan.

It's just coveting Yun Hua's body.

The change in thinking also made Xiao Yang's expression more resolute, and the affection between his brows was overflowing: "The reason why I look at him is because I think he looks like you."

His gaze was so affectionate, as if he could travel through time and across regions, following your affection to the ends of the earth.

As if recalling her crush on Xiao Yang, she swallowed the truth suddenly, Xu Zhilan put on a breezy smile: "I believe in you."

-

Xu Xiuzhu drank tea with his nominal brother Xu Zhilan.

Speaking of which, this should be the first time Xu Zhilan saw herself.

He entertained his elder brother with the etiquette he learned in the Prime Minister's Mansion: "The Biluochun brewed by Chun Niang is not top-grade, but it is fresh and sweet."

Xu Xiuzhu has slender fingers, black eyelashes and slender eyelashes when he lowers his eyebrows and pours tea, and the end of his eyes is slightly raised. The originally beautiful peach blossom eyes are more aggressive because of this detail.

This is where the two brothers are most dissimilar.

Xiao Yang didn't like to look into his eyes when making love.

"Your eyes are not like his."

"Your voice is not like his." Yi /R

Thinking of these two sentences again, Xu Xiuzhu smiled deeper, and gently pushed the tea in Xu Zhilan's direction: "Brother, try it."

This is the benefactor who saved himself from the sea of ​​suffering.

The two met at the largest restaurant in the capital.

Xu Zhilan looked at Xu Xiuzhu's eyebrows, speaking in all fairness.

He came here with a mind of comparison.

In all fairness, in terms of appearance alone, I look more elegant.

And Xu Xiuzhu looks more delicate, like a piece of exquisite porcelain, shelved for viewing only.

Xu Zhilan's complexion turned pale as it seemed to have been confirmed.

With hope in mind, Xu Zhilan asked: "Xiuzhu, have you ever been to Longyan Temple?"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Zhilan himself immediately came to a conclusion.

His younger brother grew up in Longyan Temple.

"It doesn't count." Xu Xiuzhu kept his life experience in mind, "I grew up there."

Like a bolt from the blue, Xu Zhilan turned pale all of a sudden.

So, what the prince really likes...

Xu Xiuzhu asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

He remembered that Xiao Yang seemed to say that the two of them made love to Longyan Temple or something.

Of course he has been to Longyan Temple, he used to take a walk there before, and every day he saved countless heroes like flowing water, and then he got the true feelings of the heroes.

"No, nothing." Xu Zhilan didn't seem to be okay.

After chatting again, Xu Zhilan left only after the red glow burned the sky.

The next day, shocking news came from Yanwang Mansion.

Xu Zhilan, unexpectedly died?

The appearance of death was extremely miserable, and he was hacked with a big knife for a total of eighteen knives.Bloody and bloody, it is said that the discoverer has had a nightmare for a whole month since then.

The prime minister was sobbing, and when he found the body, he almost fainted in the palace.

Xu Xiuzhu lowered his eyelids.

Xu Zhilan's identity, to put it bluntly, is serving as an aide to the King of Yan, which is an excuse used to fool the people.

To put it bluntly, it means marrying into the palace. For a man, using the word "marry" is not comfortable.

The burial, coffin lifting and other matters were originally in charge of Xiao Yang's side.

But the prime minister put on an old face and knelt in the palace begging Xu Zhilan to enter the ancestral grave.

Xiao Yang was concerned about Xu Zhilan's reputation abroad, so he agreed.

Xu Xiuzhu followed the prime minister to collect the bones, and the prime minister was crying on the way, as if he had lost the pillar of life.

It is embarrassing that a generation of virtuous ministers choked up like a child.

Xu Xiuzhu feels sorry for Xu Zhilan's untimely death. After all, although blood is thicker than water, the relationship between the two of them is not even comparable to that of Alan.

I don't know if it's Xu Xiuzhu's illusion, but the look in Xiao Yang's eyes that day in the palace was terrifying.

The murderer who killed Xu Zhilan couldn't be found for a long time, but the prime minister's body collapsed.

After writing a letter to beg for the bones, she held Xu Xiuzhu's hand and burst into tears: "Xiuzhu, you must find the murderer and avenge Zhilan."

Xu Xiuzhu lowered his eyebrows.

Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, Xu Xiuzhu with his hands behind his back, watched the carriage drive into the distance.

He is as tall as a bamboo, and he is dressed in a moon-white robe.

Footsteps came from behind.

Xu Xiuzhu didn't turn his head back: "Alan."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, no matter how slow Xu Xiuzhu was, he found something was wrong, turned around suddenly, and when he saw the face of the person behind him clearly, Xu Xiuzhu's eyes widened in horror.

It was Xiao Yang?

Seeing Xiao Yang's face sinking like water, the tense lines on his face seemed to be holding back his anger, and he suddenly strode over.

The sharp palm wind was accompanied by a heavy slap, and Xu Xiuzhu was slapped to the side of his face.

"Xiao Yang!" Xu Xiuzhu was furious, and when he raised his head suddenly, he felt his jaw being pinched.

He swung his fist, and was suddenly wrapped by Xiao Yang's hand, which was so powerful that it seemed as if he wanted to crush the bones of his hand.

"you--"

Xiao Yang said coldly: "Yun Hua, you are really a snake and a scorpion, how dare you send someone to kill Zhilan!"

After Xu Zhilan's death, Xiao Yang tried his best to find the murderer. In the end, all the blame was pointed at Xu Xiuzhu!

In Xiao Yang's eyes, Xu Xiuzhu instantly turned into a ghost, a ghost wearing a hypocritical mask.

"No..." No.

The pinched jaw was almost deformed, Xu Xiuzhu uttered a word from his mouth with difficulty.

"Since you dare to touch him, I want you—life, no, such, and death."

Every word, as if weeping blood, you can almost feel the fury behind this person.

-

Xiao Yang did what he said, and he locked Xu Xiuzhu into the dungeon of the palace.

Through the bars, the moonlight soaked in the dungeon and sprinkled on Xu Xiuzhu's body.

With his hands and feet bound by iron chains, Xiao Yang vented all his anger on him.

Mottled and interlaced welts, brand marks on the face, toes still being bitten by rats.

Xu Xiuzhu wiggled his toes, trying to drive the mouse away.

But this mouse has also become a spirit. After chasing it away again and again, it seems to know that this person is a paper tiger.

If you are stubborn, you will not leave.

"Don't get the plague."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Xu Xiuzhu drooped his head, like an eggplant beaten by frost, his spirits were sluggish.

Fearing that he would lose hope in this darkness, Xu Xiuzhu moved his lips and did not make a sound, but a tune emerged in his heart.

Biyuntian...

Yellow leaf land...

It is better to learn the tune from Nanfeng Pavilion.

"Squeak—" The prison door was opened.

The heat came rushing in.

Xu Xiuzhu didn't move his eyelids, he was about to be tortured again.

But he was still firm, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see King Yan, I didn't kill anyone."

"The king is here."

"Wang, lord?" Xu Xiuzhu's eyes burst into surprise, as if a traveler trekking in the desert saw a glass of water.

He found sadly that at this time, he could only pin his hopes on Xiao Yang.

In Kyoto, apart from his identity as the son of the prime minister, he has no, nothing, roots, or foundations.

Xiao Yang's cold face was as usual: "This king is wrong."

Xu Xiuzhu blinked slightly, his breathing slowed down, and he used all the strength he gained from eating and drinking in the past few days to his ears.

Did he find out the truth?

Yan Wang can't explain it with normal thinking, he is not a normal person: "If you kill Zhilan, then you will replace Zhilan."

"Cough, cough, cough." Xu Xiuzhu's eyes were dizzy, and he would rather poke his ears than hear this sentence again.

-

In this world, the word metamorphosis was tailor-made for Xiao Yang.

Xu Xiuzhu once again became the man who was fucked under Xiao Yang.

Gorgeous houses, golden handcuffs and handcuffs, and poor clothing.

Clenching the curtain beside the bed tightly with his fingers, his knuckles turned white, Xu Xiuzhu grabbed Xiao Yang's back with his fingers, leaving streaks of blood, and scolded: "Xiao Yang, you bastard! Don't be in heat like a dog all day long." !"

"It's not the first time! Don't be a bitch and still want to set up a memorial archway!" Xiao Yang's forehead was bruised, "You should make amends!"

Both of their bodies were covered with hideous and ambiguous scars.

"I didn't kill anyone." Xu Xiuzhu emphasized again.

"What you say doesn't count." Xiao Yang turned around indifferently.

Xu Xiuzhu was trapped in a beautiful cage, and it was much more painful than when he was Yun Hua.

Like a girl in a boudoir, she can only wait for Xiao Yang's "fortune" day after day.

vomit.

During this torture, Xu Xiuzhu exhausted all means and methods, and came to the conclusion without exception: Xiao Yang's hands and eyes are in the sky, and he cannot save himself.

I don't know the sun and the moon, I don't know the time, I don't know current events.

Xu Xiuzhu is really isolated from the world.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Xiuzhu saw a different color on Xiao Yang's face.

It was a kind of joy lost and found, mixed with unspeakable heartache.

This was mixed joy and sorrow, obviously more worry than joy, Xu Xiuzhu's heart burst into crazy joy.

The corner of his mouth opened into a smile unconsciously.

The resentment towards Xiao Yang made Xu Xiuzhu smile clearly.

There was a bright smile on the thin face, and it made people feel distressed.

Xu Xiuzhu smiled wantonly and without concealing it, even if the next moment he was greeted by Xiao Yang's beating.

Xu Xiuzhu's prediction was wrong.

"Xiuzhu, Xiuzhu." This was the first time he heard Xiao Yang call himself that, Xu Xiuzhu raised his face, "You..."

Seeing his arm raised, Xu Xiuzhu gathered strength all over his body, ready to resist when Xiao Yang slapped him.

"Xu, Xiu, Zhu." He stroked his cheek gently with his palm.

Guilt and pity, even blazing love.

Xu Xiuzhu waited numbly.

Not long after, Xiao Yang said, "You are the one I met in Longyan Temple."

I asked the outgoing prime minister, the guards, the monks of Longyan Temple, and investigated many people and things before I came to a conclusion.

Xu Xiuzhu is the white moonlight that I have been thinking about for four or five years!

"..." Xu Xiuzhu's eyes moved down mechanically, and after a while, he said dryly, "So, it's me you've always liked?"

"Yes." Seemingly remembering what he had done to Xu Xiuzhu and Xiao Yang, he hastened to make amends, "As long as you are willing to forgive me, I am willing to do anything."

Xiao Yang is really two extremes.

When I care about you, I love you a lot, but when I don’t care about you, it’s like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves and severe cold.

At this moment, his eyes are full of tenderness and guilt, and he treats Xu Xiuzhu as if if you want his life, he will give it to him without hesitation, as long as you are willing to forgive him.

Xu Xiuzhu smiled lowly for his own thought, which made people feel embarrassed.

Good fortune fools people.

After a while, Xu Xiuzhu asked, "Are you willing to do anything for me?"

"Yes." Xiao Yangzhen kissed the back of Xu Xiuzhu's hand lovingly, like a pug.

"Heh." Xu Xiuzhu said slowly, "Cut off your crotch."

作者有话要说：努力朝着狗血方向狂奔（*/?＼*）感谢在2020-03-2423:08:31~2020-03-2523:07:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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