Prince is a slave

It is said that it is such an embarrassing broken flower.

But... what's in the eyes...

So Boring.

It seemed that something was stuck in the chest, rotten, turned sour, aggressively eroding the beating viscera.

So Boring.

Yi Luojia pressed his hand to his chest without realizing it, feeling the weight of the beating drum under the palm of his hand, he was a little flustered and at a loss, but at this moment Su Yue saw him again Seeing something was wrong, he hesitated and called out: "...Iroka?"

thump.

The heart was suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand, the sharp nails sank into the flesh, and the five fingers clenched tightly, squeezing out drop after drop of blood.

So sad.

Don't call me by my name, don't talk to me again.

……I feel terrible.

"Get out!!"

Suddenly, a burst of nameless anger ignited, and after shouting, even he was taken aback.He had been educated in the most noble and elegant etiquette of nobles since he was a child. He didn't remember that he had yelled in anger like this. Even when he was the most angry, he would spit out cruel orders word by word with a smile on his face.

But right now, what is he doing?

He was getting angry, he was roaring like those reckless and ignorant commoners, the hoarse and completely out-of-pitched voice stimulated his eardrums, such an uncontrollable self made Iroka's eyes turn red with anxiety—wrong , No, he is not such a person, he should not care about anything, let this slave and Lin Ruizhe go have a good time, how could he mind, he doesn't mind...he should laugh.

Well, smile.Isn't this his purest expression, the most perfect mask?He hurriedly tried to move the corner of his mouth, but he suddenly found that he couldn't laugh, he couldn't laugh at all.

His most loyal mask betrayed him.

And he has nothing but this mask.

Confused and panicked, he didn't know what was going on, he grabbed the wine cup with trembling hands, and threw it towards Su Yue forcefully in a daze.

"Snapped!"

The wine cup hit Su Yue's forehead impartially, and then fell to the ground, torn apart.

Su Yue stared blankly at the man, the blood-red fruit wine mixed with blood slowly and solemnly slid down from his forehead, slid over the eyebrows, slid over eyelashes, and slid into his eyes.

Full of bright red.

He saw that Iloka was completely soaked in blood, and at that moment, it seemed that many, many passionate maple leaves were falling from the dizzy sky, covering the sky and covering the earth.

These lonely and solitary elves lived silently in his world for 12 years.

In the past 12 years, he only knew that he was waiting for someone in this red sea.

That person is nice to him, that person will smile at him.

He looks good when he smiles, there seems to be a bright light on his handsome face, as if all the happiness and warmth are flying around him like a butterfly, very warm and warm.

He thought that person was Lin Ruizhe, and he just waited for him obsessively, year after year.

But when he finally saw a figure in this empty maple sea, he was surprised to find that that person was not smiling as he imagined.

The man is crying.

The man with long blond hair knelt in his maple sea and wept.

Su Yue stood where he was, blood and wine filled his eye sockets, then slipped quietly, along his face, and finally trickled down to his clean chin.He looked at the blond man across from him, and was shocked to find that that man was also crying.

He really wanted to make fun of Iroca, saying that he was noble and indifferent, and that he had no conscience, they were all false and deceitful.

But he did see Iroca crying.

Iroka bit his lip until blood was all over his lip, his face was tense, as if the tears could flow back, he endured very hard, but the warm liquid just couldn't bear it. Sliding down vigorously.

Falling down in embarrassment.

At this moment, looking at Yi Luojia's face blurred by tears.Su Yue unexpectedly...couldn't laugh anymore.

"Get out! Get out now! What's there to see!" Yi Luojia shouted at him, but the voice was not very loud in Su Yue's ears across the sea of ​​red maple trees.

It was like the first time I saw Iroca, the man was wearing a straight white military uniform, and his voice was warm and hoarse, with a very gentle tone.

"The minister is short of slaves. I implore my king to hand over Su Yue to the minister as a slave."

"The carriage of the Jue Mansion has already parked outside the gate of the palace. Go back with me, it's getting late."

Come back with me...

Su Yue wanted to go up and talk to Yi Luojia, but that person kept driving him away. He once said with a smile: "Come back with me." But now, he doesn't want him anymore.

Su Yue moved, but not forward, but backward step by step.

He wanted to retreat to the depths of the sea, where there were no people.

He can't understand feelings, can't understand people's hearts, can't understand Iroka.

This time, he wanted to be a deserter.

After Su Yue left, Yi Luojia's voice was already hoarse. He sat on the bed, looked at the direction where Su Yue left, and did not speak for a long, long time.

There is a salty liquid on the face, but what is it?

...that were not tears.I can't cry.

Although the young man beside him was trembling with fear, he still called out cautiously: "...Master Ping Xijue?"

Yi Luojia turned his head, and in his hazy eyes was a young man who was somewhat similar to Su Yue. He looked at him, and after a long time, he leaned over his trembling body in a trance, and brought him Into his arms, he slowly tightened his arms.

He rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, stroked his back vigorously, and murmured hoarsely in his ear: "I'm sorry...it's my fault...I'm sorry..."

The young man similar to Su Yue listened to the man's shattered apology, and finally just pursed his lips, and put his hands on his golden soft hair with some pity.

Such bright gold.

But it's so cold.

27

27. Mysterious man...

Even the last perch was broken.

Standing alone on the cold and lonely Yuya Street, his forehead was still bleeding.Su Yue walked down the steps, suddenly feeling at a loss.

This kind of bewilderment made him shudder, as if he had returned to the days before he met Lin Ruizhe: killing all day long, depriving tens of millions of lives in order to survive, as a prince, but felt that the palace was just a flashy dream, The real thing is only the battlefield, those gunpowder smoke, the beacon fire is his family.

I remember that after the first time I killed someone with my own hands, my steps were weak, and when I returned to the big tent, thinking of the thick blood and the dissected internal organs, my stomach churns, and I vomited.In the end, he was dragged back by his fellow generals to recuperate.

But what about later?

Already numb.

Killing one person is also killing, and killing 1 people is also killing. His soul has already fallen into hell when he took the life of the first person, and he will never be redeemed. How about it?

Even if he was given the blood of a living person, he would no longer feel sick or afraid.

At that time, he lived aimlessly every day, and he didn't know what else he could do besides swinging a sword.In the dead of night, when he listened to the howling wind in the frontier fortress, he would always think silently, why do people like himself live?

It was Lin Ruizhe's appearance that lit a bright light for him.

That young man standing in the shadow of the sky and smiling lightly but warmly became the reason for him to live.

But this reason is false.

The lamp is also fake.

Without the light, he fell into confusion again. He stumbled and fumbled in the deep ocean, alone.

At this time, another person appeared in his ocean, that person had long golden hair, just like sunshine.

But he looked at him, but didn't dare to walk towards him.

The previous lamp was fake, so what about the sunshine in front of me?

Does it have to be true?

He missed the warmth for too long, long enough to build a magnificent mirage for himself.He was afraid that the golden color, like the previous lamp, was just an illusion he saw.

He no longer has the courage to brew another 12 years for a phantom.

"Squeak."

When Su Yue was at a loss, the gate of Pingxi Jue Mansion suddenly opened behind him.

Su Yue's heart faltered, and he turned his head quickly. The person standing inside the door did not have long pale golden hair, and his heart fell down again, sinking continuously.

"...I...I'll bring you something." Cui Niang lowered her eyes, walked up to Su Yue, and handed over a small silk bag.

Su Yue glanced at her, and then pulled the red thread of the bag, and inside were some Nabel coins commonly used by Elbe.

"...Iroka asked you to send it?"

Cuiniang shook her head: "No, it's the wages I saved myself."

Su Yue looked at her, her head was lowered, she only stared at her instep.

Su Yue sighed, and returned the silk bag to her: "You don't have to sympathize with me, I have done so many bad things, there will always be retribution. I have already prepared for this, so...don't save yourself The money that comes down is spent on people who don’t deserve it.”

Cuiniang raised her head suddenly, and Su Yue saw her eyes clearly for the first time, they were very pure light gray, as clean as moonlight sprinkled on the ground.

Those eyes were full of anxiety and panic: "It's not worth it, my lord cares about you very much, if you're having a hard time, he won't be happy either, so..."

"Your lord is the most romantic person in Elbe, I think I'm just him wanting to prove