A certain attack stole the cabbage from Tiandi's house

Haofan took out a white porcelain bottle that he had prepared long ago from his wide sleeves, knowing that he might need it, but unexpectedly he really needed it.Haofan handed the white porcelain bottle to Li Xuehan and said, "This is Yuanyangsan. You can mix it with tea. After drinking it, you will fall asleep. When you wake up, you won't remember anything."

Li Xuehan was holding the white porcelain bottle, her hands visibly trembled, which was caused by excessive fatigue from knitting the hand rope.He clenched the white porcelain bottle tightly, and the pain in his fingertips was like needle pricks, but it couldn't compare to the pain in his heart like ten thousand ants devouring it.He walked to the window, and the white figure under the moonlight has been standing from the first day to the present, having experienced wind, rain and sun.Nangong Ling stood there waiting for him for three days, but he was determined not to see him, it was too bad.

But so what, he will never see him again in the future...something has to be left for him, isn't it...

There was a burst of soreness in my heart, feelings of guilt and reluctance surged into my heart like waves, Li Xuehan's eyes that had been crying for three days poured out bitter tears again.Haofan walked over, squatted by the window with him, patted his head and said, "If you don't want to part with it, Your Highness, don't leave..."

Li Xuehan buried her head in her arms, very much like Liu Qing's back then.He twitched a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "No... I can't let him die... Absolutely not..."

Haofan sighed, took out the Charm Stone from his bosom, put it back around Li Xuehan's neck, and said, "Your Highness, are you going to hide in Jingyun Palace and not go back?"

Li Xuehan sobbed and said, "I... I'll stay a little longer..."

Li Xuehan returned the dragon pattern jade pendant given to him by the Emperor of Heaven to Haofan, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his inner emotions.Haofan put away the jade pendant and handed him a cup of tea. He looked at the tea with red eyes, black eye sockets, and pale complexion. He looked like a wandering spirit in the underworld. He really didn't dare to let Nangong Ling see him Face ashen, decided to stealth.

The bright moon hangs on the top of the tree, under the plum blossom tree, Nangong Ling stands there, like a person hidden in a painting, so beautiful, but it is hard to hide her loneliness.Li Xuehan walked down the steps, took a breath, pursed her lips, trying not to feel any sadness, exhaled again, swallowed her saliva, and wanted her voice to return to normal, and she must not let Nangong Ling listen to it. that he had cried.Li Xuehan was so nervous that her hands were sweating. She wiped her palms on her robe, and accidentally broke the blister on her right index finger. She put it to her mouth, let out a breath, and wiped it again to make sure that there was no abnormality all over her body. Only then did Li Xuehan smile, and ran towards Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling looked at the plum blossom petals rising from the ground in front of him, and the worry in his eyes was replaced by joy. A person threw himself into his arms, his body was as warm as the sun, with the fragrance of flowers, and a crisp and pleasant voice wafted into his ears: "Ling elder brother……"

Although he couldn't see it, he knew it was him.

Li Xuehan hugged Nangong Ling's ice-cold body, sadness poured into his heart again, his nose became sore all of a sudden, he gritted his teeth and held back from crying, silently hugging him, not daring to make a sound, for fear that if he opened his mouth, he would cry .

Li Xuehan buried her head into his neck, leaned her face on his shoulder, stroked Nangong Lingliang's cool and slippery black hair with her right hand, slowly slid down, landed on his neck, paused, and landed on his back. There was another pause.This person is his only one, and his embrace is the warmest and safest place in the world. He hugs him very fondly, and only wants to remember his body shape and his body temperature.

From now on... I will never hug again...

Nangong Ling rubbed Li Xuehan's hair, the red plum blossom fell between his fingers, and was bounced away by him, he felt Li Xuehan's teeth were clenched tightly, and he felt the faint twitch of his back holding back tears, I know he must have been wronged.Nangong Ling patted Li Xuehan's head, and called out in a soft voice, "Xiaohan..."

Xiaohan...

Li Xuehan let out a "huh", firmly remembering this call, and wanted to engrave his voice in his mind forever and ever.

Nangong Ling stroked his back, and called out again: "Xiaohan..." When he stroked him, he was always so gentle, like stroking a piece of treasure, always being careful, for fear that he might get hurt.

Li Xuehan took a breath and called him back: "Brother Ling..."

Nangong Ling could tell that his little baby's voice was crying, as if he was about to cry.Nangong Ling wrapped his arms around his waist, hugged him up, and said, "Cry if you want to cry, I can't see, I won't laugh at you."

Li Xuehan stared at him steadfastly, he didn't know how Nangong Ling caught his eyes and his emotions, he didn't want to cry anymore, but after he said that, tears fell down again, like a bank bursting The flood was out of control.

Nangong Ling caressed his swollen back, letting his warm tears drip on his shoulders.The wind blowing from the lake brought a faint fragrance of water lilies. Nangong Ling hugged Li Xuehan for a long way around. When he stopped crying, his tears dried up, and his mood stabilized, he carried him back to Lianli Palace.

The wind blows the cyan tassel, with the transparent glass beads, knocking on the white glass lotus, making a crisp and pleasant sound.The sound of wind chimes rang in my ears, waking up the quiet night. Fireflies rested on the edge of the bed, and the two of them cuddled together on the bed, as if time had stopped and there were only the two of them left in the world.

This is what Li Xuehan hoped, and it is not what Nangong Ling thought...

But we both know this is a luxury.

Li Xuehan still refused to show up, which made Nangong Ling a little worried.But Nangong Ling understood his personality and knew that he didn't want him to see him at this time, so he didn't force him to show up, but just changed the way.

In a daze, Li Xuehan felt a cool hand touching his body, sliding all the way from his back to his waist, opened his robe, and touched his pants.Li Xuehan was startled suddenly, and all drowsiness disappeared immediately. After seeing clearly the person who touched him, he hurriedly called: "Brother Ling..."

Nangong Ling didn't seem to hear, and while touching his thigh through his trousers, he showed suspicion. Li Xuehan shrank his legs and tried to break free from his embrace, but he tightly tied his slender waist, letting him Can't escape.Li Xuehan's ears turned red, and he said nervously, "Brother Ling...you, you...what are you doing..."

Nangong Ling frowned, slipped his slender hands on his Adam's apple, and caressed his chest, Li Xuehan immediately grabbed his hands to stop him from groping.Li Xuehan's hands became very rough, as if they had many calluses, which made Nangong Ling even more worried and wanted to force him to show himself.Nangong Ling was puzzled and said: "Xiaohan, I'm not embraced by everyone, and I can't be taken advantage of by others. If you don't show up, how will I know if you are a fake?"

Li Xuehan was taken aback, "I" for a long time, but couldn't tell the reason.Nangong Ling touched his beautiful face, pressed his cold lips against his forehead, and said, "Let me smell it..." Then his lips slid all the way to the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks, and he could feel his little cutie being so nervous Cheeks are hot.

His soft and cool lips rested on the mandible, Li Xuehan shuddered, and slowly felt his lips slide across his neck and land on his Adam's apple... as if a bomb exploded in his head Open, Li Xuehan hurriedly read: "Nuo Yinruoyun..."

After finishing the reading, Li Xuehan suddenly regretted it, and Li Xuehan read again: "Yunruo... um..." Nangong Ling pressed him on the bed, pressed his slender index finger to his tender lips, and said, "If you dare to recite the mantra again , I used..."Get closer to him," it's not a hand..."

Li Xuehan looked at his lips, thought of his every move just now, knew what he meant, shrank her neck, and dared not make any movements.The corner of Nangong Ling's mouth was molested, but his deep eyes showed more pity the moment Li Xuehan appeared.He looked at Li Xuehan's haggard face, his eyes swollen from crying, and the tears all over his face, and his heart was like a lemon being squeezed by someone, feeling unspeakably bitter.

Nangong Ling lightly touched Li Xuehan's dark circles, frowned and said, "How did you make it like this..." He held his little hand again, the index finger, middle finger, and thumb pads were red and swollen, and there were countless spots. Small blisters, some of which were broken, covered with a circle of rough skin, and the side of the ring finger was also red. Nangong Ling looked at it more and more distressed, and asked, "Who tortured you like this?"

Li Xuehan withdrew her hand and whispered, "No..."

Nangong Ling touched the tear stains on Li Xuehan's face, took a face towel soaked in water from the air, and wiped his face lightly, feeling anxious in his heart, asked: "For the past three days, you have been doing something What?"

Li Xuehan avoided his gaze and did not answer.He can't tell him that he decided to sacrifice, and these three days are preparing for his birthday gift for the next 100 years...

Nangong Ling wiped his forehead, straightened a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of his forehead, and said, "Have you been punished by the Emperor of Heaven?" Li Xuehan turned his head away and did not answer, Nangong Ling turned his head around, "Why don't you talk?"

Li Xuehan felt sad when she saw Nangong Ling's eyes now, and seeing the worried look in his eyes, she wanted to cry even more, so she closed her eyes and remained silent.It was the first time that Nangong Ling saw Li Xuehan so tired and haggard, and his reluctance spread deeply in his heart. He sighed silently, and called: "Xiaohan."

As soon as Li Xuehan opened his eyes halfway, Nangong Ling kissed him on the lips.

The colored porcelain aromatherapy burner on the desk wafts the fragrance of calming flowers, which lulls people to sleep, but it does not stimulate the deep-rooted love.It was rare for Li Xuehan not to be flustered and shy. She quietly looked at Nangong Ling's browbones and eyelashes, and slowly closed her eyes.

Let this be a parting kiss... There will never be any more...

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