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Su Yuhen sobbed, and threw himself into Long Yunteng's arms in aggrieved manner. He grabbed his lapel with his fingers, buried his face in his chest, and sobbed softly: "Brother... Huang'er hurts...it hurts... "

Long Yunteng was stunned for a long time, feeling his chest was wet with tears, he raised his hand stiffly, put it on his shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Huang'er... Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere hurts, head hurts...hands hurt...legs hurt...uh...brother, Huang'er is so cold..."

The cold wind of late autumn blew in from the cracks in the rocks, making the wind sound like a ghost crying. Su Yuhen only wore a single robe, the hem of which was blown up by the wind, revealing her slender calves.

Long Yunteng took off the sable fur and put it on Su Yuhen's shoulders.

With tears in his eyes, Su Yuhen burst into a smile, looked up at Long Yunteng's face, his misty eyes were full of strong dependence, and happily called out with a strong nasal voice: "Brother's clothes are so warm! "

Seeing his pure smile, the corners of Long Yunteng's resolute lips turned up slightly, and he couldn't help showing a faint smile.

"Brother's body is so warm." Su Yuhen wrapped his arms around his waist, and nestled in his arms like a child, "like a stove."

Long Yunteng chuckled and stroked his hair.

Su Yuhen suddenly raised his face and said in a daze, "They said you were dead..."

"What?" Long Yunteng smiled.

The innocence on Su Yuhen's face was swept away, his ignorant eyes were full of horror, as if he remembered something extremely terrible, he hugged his waist tightly, almost melting himself into his body, panting heavily , shouted anxiously: "They said you were dead! I... I managed to escape... I... knew you would come after me... the old emperor... the old emperor, he treated me... and he... I didn’t Martial arts... brother... I don't have martial arts... I don't have martial arts..."

Long Yunteng fell into an ice cave, a chill rose from his spine, and his whole body was stiff: "What did you say?"

"I don't have any martial arts anymore..." Su Yuhen murmured with panic all over his face, "After drinking that medicine... I have no martial arts...brother...why did you die...why didn't you come to save me? "

"Brother... I'm delayed by something." Long Yunteng said in a low voice, unconsciously clutching his slender waist with both hands.

"Ah, it hurts!" Su Yu cried out in pain.

Long Yunteng let go suddenly: "Sorry."

But Su Yuhen didn't seem to see him, covering his head with his broken palm, screaming and struggling in the dark cave like a cub trapped in a trap: "The boat...it's such a big boat...I can't go back Home...Old Dragon King!"

"Who?" Long Yunteng's heart twitched.

"Old Dragon King! It was the old Dragon King who caught me!" Su Yuhen yelled heartbreakingly, "I'm going to tear him into pieces!"

The ruthless voice made Long Yunteng's heart skip half a beat. He squeezed his chin, forced him to raise his head, stared at that beautiful face, and asked with difficulty: "Who are you now, Su Yuhen?" Or Phoenix?"

What answered him was the overwhelming murderous intent, Su Yuhen laughed wildly without warning, and with five fingers like eagle claws, he quickly grabbed Long Yunteng's face.

Long Yunteng slapped it with his palm, and the fierce palm wind caused Su Yuhen to fly obliquely, hit the stone wall hard, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He turned his head, and the hideousness in his eyes quietly disappeared, replaced by a pure and calm like snow on a high mountain.

A ray of sunlight came in through the cracks in the rocks, casting fine specks of light on his face, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and there was only a smear of blood on the corner of his lips.

He fixed his eyes on Long Yunteng, recalled the frivolity of being pressed on the bed by him before, a trace of blushing rose on his pale cheeks, coughed lightly, looked away unnaturally, stared at a small stone on the ground, and whispered Ask: "Why is Xiao Ke here again? What's going on?"

Long Yunteng tightened his thick eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and looked at him indifferently.

Su Yuhen supported his body with one hand and climbed up, leaning his back against the stone wall, and coughed a few times in a low voice, as if in extreme pain, when his fingertips touched the soft sable fur, he was slightly surprised for a moment, then peeked at Long Yunteng, He lowered his head, smiled gently, and said in a soft voice: "Thank you, hero, Xiao Ke is weak and afraid of the cold, this mink fur is really like sending charcoal in the snow."

Long Yunteng suffered serious injuries just now, and his internal organs were in piercing pain. Enduring the pain, he sat down in front of him, looked down at this extraordinary face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Su Xiting?"

Su Yuhen smiled bitterly, did not deny it anymore, raised his hand, touched his face, and sighed: "I haven't heard of this name for more than 20 years."

"This name is taboo in the court, so naturally it will not be mentioned."

Su Xiting was startled: "Is it taboo..."

Long Yunteng was full of bitterness but couldn't tell. He stared into his eyes and said in a deep voice: "24 years ago, you disappeared out of thin air, and the emperor lost his love. The whole court knew about it, and no one dared to mention it."

"Beloved..." Su Xiting's eyes flashed an extremely complicated expression, which combined pain, resentment, and resentment... His skinny fingers tightly grasped the sable fur, with protruding joints, silent and depressing.

Long Yunteng leaned forward suddenly, raised his hand, and brushed his broken hair upwards, carefully scrutinizing this stunning face: "Are you really Su Xiting?"

Su Xiting raised his eyes and looked directly at him, without answering.

"No," Long Yunteng frowned, and gently slid his rough fingertips over the light crimson birthmark on his forehead, and said slowly, "If you are Su Xiting, where is Fenghuangxi?"

"Twenty-four years ago, the first emperor passed away, and the Phoenix was buried, and now he is a dead bone."

"It's not Phoenix who died."

Su Xiting was puzzled: "Oh?"

A very bold deduction suddenly appeared in Long Yunteng's mind - Fenghuang Xi who should be dead is still alive, what about Su Xiting who should be alive?

His heart trembled, he fixed his eyes on Su Xiting, stared at his eyes firmly, and saw the raging arrogance and madness from behind the eyes that were as calm as water, and in an instant, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

He retreated abruptly, his violent movements involved the wound, and he coughed up a mouthful of thick blood: "Ahem, ahem..."

Su Xiting leaned forward, approached, and smiled softly: "I thought of something, I think it scared you."

He has beautiful facial features, and when he smiles, he looks like flowers blooming layer by layer, and he is all over the country, but the corners of his lips and eyes are ridiculed, which is creepy.

Long Yunteng supported the ground with one hand, turned over and was about to jump up.

A skinny hand was passed over suddenly, barely stopping at his throat, and Long Yunteng's movements stopped abruptly.

Su Xiting smiled and said, "So you're not a rough person, you're still a little bit smart."

Long Yunteng looked at the face close at hand with complicated eyes, and uttered a few words with difficulty: "You are not Su Xiting, you are Su Yuhen."

"Hahaha...how could I be that idiot?" Su Yuhen laughed loudly, "That little bitch Su Xiting has long been rotted into mud!"

Long Yunteng murmured: "He is indeed dead."

"That's right! He died right in front of me," Su Yuhen laughed with tears, eyes trembling, and said grimly, "He died so ugly against my face... like a dead dog generally……"

Long Yunteng couldn't figure out why he would change back and forth between Fenghuangxi, Su Xiting, and Su Yuhen, and looked at the corners of his reddened eyes in ecstasy, raised his hand miraculously, and wiped away the tear .

Su Yuhen turned his face away and stared at him fiercely: "What are your plans for me?"

Long Yunteng opened his mouth, but found that he had always been sloppy with words, and couldn't explain his various strange actions during this period of time.

But Su Yuhen asked one after another: "You took off my clothes and put me on the bed, don't you... want to sleep with me?"

"Do not……"

"How do you want to sleep?" Su Yuhen pinched his chin fiercely and approached him, with a sinister smile on the corner of his lips, "Abolished my martial arts, locked on the bed, and opened my legs with iron chains ? Or filled with aphrodisiacs and stuffed with jade, and did not take it off for years..."

"Stop it!" Long Yunteng was furious suddenly, trembling uncontrollably: How dare he treat him like this... How dare he treat him like this...

Su Yuhen didn't seem to be aware of his tyranny at the moment, pinched his chin, and said with a leisurely smile: "It's actually not difficult to sleep with me, just call me daddy, and you can sleep whatever you want. Work is pretty good."

"Shut up!" Long Yunteng scolded, jumped up suddenly, turned over and pressed Su Yuhen under his body, stared at his fearless smiling eyes for a moment, lowered his head, and kissed his lips fiercely .

Su Yuhen immediately groaned and kissed back softly.

The low groan sounded like an explosion in Long Yunteng's ears, making his blood boil all over, but the bone-piercing coldness in his heart quickly spread to his limbs and bones, making his sudden lust completely subside in an instant.

After kissing the birthmark on his forehead, Long Yunteng slumped down from him, and the two bruised and bruised people lay side by side in the narrow cave, with each other's clear breathing next to their ears.

Su Yuhen touched his forehead, feeling a strange emotion from the bottom of his heart. He turned his eyes blankly, looked at Long Yunteng's resolute side face, and frowned: "Why don't you sleep? As a son..."

Long Yunteng smiled wryly, the wounds all over his body were piercingly painful, but all the pain combined could not compare to the piercing pain in his heart.

He thought of his saber, which was sharp and unparalleled. Before it was forged into a knife, it was a piece of brilliance and restrained deep-sea black iron.

"Su Yuhen..." Long Yunteng said hoarsely, "I only know today what Wuyou said, what it feels like to like someone."

"What do you feel?"

Hearing the bewilderment in his tone, Long Yunteng gave a wry smile, and without further words, sat up with his body propped up, cross-legged, and exercised his skills to heal his injuries.

The sky is getting darker, the afterglow of the setting sun is projected on the wall from the cracks in the stone, gradually sliding, and then disappearing quietly, the light in the cave is dimmed, and the night wind blows through the dead branches of the forest, like a ghost crying.

After an unknown amount of time, a chill came from his arms. He opened his eyes and looked suspiciously, only to find that it was a cold bare foot.

Su Yuhen lay reclining on the ground, with a slender white calf exposed under the black mink fur, and said lazily, "Son, warm Dad's feet."

"Nonsense!" Long Yunteng scolded, but still untied his robe, and put his cold feet into his arms, "How is your injury?"

"You child is really strange," Su Yu snorted bitterly, "You were the one who beat me, and now you're asking me how I'm hurt."

"My injury was also caused by you."

Su Yuhen said leisurely: "It's only natural for me to beat my son, so can my son still beat me?"

"Nonsense!" Long Yunteng scolded with a smile, suddenly thought of a place, his smile gradually cooled down, "Su Yuhen."

"Call Dad."

Long Yunteng ignored him, and asked softly, "Your Son..."

The calf in his arms froze for a moment, and after a while, he relaxed again, Su Yuhen said lightly: "What are you doing mentioning that short-lived ghost? If I live for a day, no one will cut my son again, you can do it!" rest assured."

"You entered the palace at the age of 14, 28 years ago, so you should be 42 years old now," Long Yunteng said, "Ten years ago, Su Mengxing was already 14 years old. Could it be that you gave birth to a son as soon as you left the palace?"

"Can't you?"

"Su Mengxing cannot be your biological son." Long Yunteng said firmly.

Su Yuhen sneered lazily: "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

Long Yunteng was full of suspicion, and murmured: "If it's not his own son, then who is he?"

"Maybe Le Qishu gave birth to her."

"What?" Long Yunteng was taken aback, "Aunt Le?"

Su Yuhen looked at him indifferently: "Is it strange? Oh, yes, you Central Plains people value ethics very much. Le Qishu has never married in her life, so she really shouldn't have children. No, how did Le Wuyou get here? ?”

Long Yunteng frowned.

Su Yuhen continued: "Maybe both Ameng and Ayou were born by Le Qishu, but they don't look alike, but you look a bit like Ameng, don't tell me..." He approached Long Yun Teng, his eyes lingering on his face, "Could it be that you were born by her too?"

"Bullshit!"

"You are such a difficult child." Su Yuhen snorted, no longer entangled in the issue of background, closed his eyes, and rested his mind.

The light in the cave was weak, and Long Yunteng stared blankly at his blurred eyebrows, his mind was like a mess: Su Yu hated to be Fenghuangxi. 24 years ago, Su Xiting took the place of the funeral, and Fenghuangxi came out of the palace...

Su Yuhen's son was given by Le Qishu, where did Le Qishu get the child?How similar do you look to yourself?Le Qishu never married, how did Le Wuyou get here?

Wuyou is 27 years old this year. Has anyone lost a child 27 years ago?No, wars have occurred frequently in the past few decades, the people have no means of living, and the people have to change their children for food. It is not uncommon to abandon a few children.

On the contrary, it is Su Mengxing's age... If this son is alive, he should be 24 years old now, the same age as Zixuan...

Long Yunteng patted the calf in his arms: "Su Yuhen."

"Call Dad."

Long Yunteng ignored it and asked, "Where is Aunt Le and why did she give you a child?"

Su Yuhen half-closed her eyes, slowly recalled for a moment, and said lightly: "She saw me wandering around alone, it was really boring, at that time...she seemed to say, 'I won't give that pair Dogs, men and women raise children...', but with Ah Meng, those ten years really passed quickly and interestingly, as for the location...it seems to be in Chang'an."

"Chang'an?"

"Yes, Chang'an," Su Yuhen nodded, "On the Leyou Plain in Chang'an, the sunset is beautiful."

Long Yunteng seemed to have a boulder stuck in his heart, and his fingers unconsciously touched the smooth skin on his legs. Su Yuhen's scars were hidden in the darkness, and only delicate and silky things were within reach. Sliding up, the fingertips slid to the soft knee socket, and touched it lightly.

"What are you doing?" Su Yuhen shuddered suddenly, raised her long legs, and kicked him hard in the face.

Long Yunteng couldn't react in time, he was kicked on the head, his brain exploded with a bang, his vision went dark, and it took him a long time to recover, belatedly realizing that he had done something frivolous again.

Mute voice: "Sorry, I can't help it."

"I know your intentions," Su Yuhen finished kicking him, and then leaned over with a smile, clinging to his face, exhaling like blue, "Call me dad, I will sleep with you."

The pain in Long Yunteng's heart was like countless scars scratched by the sharp claws of birds, each of which oozes blood.

Su Yuhen climbed onto his body like a spirit snake, grabbed his hand, reached into his lapel, raised his chest, sent the soft protrusion to the bottom of his hand, rubbed it lightly, and said with a seductive smile: "The body of this seat is worth a hot spring villa. The surname is Long, don't you want to try it?"

Long Yunteng's complexion changed, and he pulled out his hand to pinch Su Yuhen's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes, looking at him quietly with his deep eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I don't care what you have experienced before, from now on From now on, you belong to me, Long Yunteng. What I want is not just this body, but your whole person, from head to toe, from the inside out. Put away your disguise. What I want is a real Su I hate it."

Su Yuhen murmured: "I am full of murders and scars..."

"Then I have no choice but to accept your killing and scars together." Long Yunteng said expressionlessly.

Su Yuhen was stunned, and suddenly got up from him, and walked out sullenly. The huge stone sealed the entrance of the cave, blocking his way.

Enduring the pain all over his body, Long Yunteng stood up, walked to his side, grabbed his shoulders and forced him to turn around.

Su Yuhen lowered his head and said nothing.

Long Yunteng lowered his eyes, cupped his face with both hands, and was startled suddenly, only to see a faint light pouring in from the cracks in the stone, illuminating the water on his face.

——Su Yuhen didn't know when, but tears fell like rain.

Long Yunteng lowered his head and kissed the birthmark on his forehead.