Prince is a slave

There is no other morbidity revealed.

When he saw Su Yue coming in, his clear water-colored eyes froze for a moment, then moved away resolutely, and turned to look at Ye Yun next to Su Yue, with a smile on his thin face: "Ye writes, the humble house is shabby It's glowing."

Ye Yun was not polite, walked to Yi Luojia's sick bed, lowered his head and asked him: "Ping Xijue, do you know that you are in serious trouble?"

"Oh?" Yi Luojia raised his eyebrows, but he looked calm and composed, "Is Ye writing about Cui Niang?"

"...You actually tried to unite with Uncle Wende to launch a military remonstrance, Iloka, you are so courageous."

"Thank you." Iroja said indifferently, "People who are about to die have nothing to fear."

Ye Yun stared at him: "Ping Xijue, I didn't expect you to stand on the side of the old nobleman."

Yi Luojia laughed: "I am an old nobleman myself, where else can I stand if I don't stand here?"

"Do you know that this is a matter of losing your head?"

"I know, but so what?" Yi Luojia said indifferently, "It's just a matter of dying a while ago, and I won't implicate others. Yi Xin is already dead, and my mother is old and there is no time left." Many, there is no one I am attached to in this world, and I have nothing to worry about."

Most of these words were for Su Yue, and Yi Luojia stubbornly guarded his own face. Even though he was thinking hard in his heart, he still kept his mouth firm and refused to show softness at all.

After a pause, Yi Luojia raised his head and asked, "Ye Zhibi, did the king send you here?"

"...No, I came by myself." Ye Yun said, "I think this incident is strange, I thought it was someone who framed you..."

Iroka interrupted him and said calmly: "No one framed me, and it was indeed my idea to conspire against the army."

He patted the cushion loose, changed to a more comfortable position, and said, "I'm tired, if you're here today just for this, please go back."

The maid standing outside turned her head at this moment and said to Iroka, "My lord, it's raining outside."

"It's okay. It's just a little rain. If Ping Xijue is inconvenient, Su Yue and I will leave on our own." Ye Yun walked out with a straight face as he spoke, paused before going out, and said stiffly, " Mr. Ping Xijue, think it over clearly, if you die of illness, you can at least declare that you can be preserved, but if you attempt to rebel, you will end up being cast aside by thousands of people."

Yi Luojia smiled: "The dead are dead, what do you want these false names for?"

Ye Yun puffed up his cheeks in a fit of anger, as if he was very displeased, he said "I remember you really want to save face." He walked out of the room without looking back.

For a moment, only Su Yue and Yi Luojia were left in the dimly lit room. Su Yue stood in the shadow and looked at him, but Yi Luojia never made eye contact with him.Instead, he lay down on his own, closed his eyes and meditated, without any superfluous expression on his thin and handsome face.

Su Yue suddenly felt that what Ye Yun said was true. This person obviously wanted face so much. He would not lower his eyebrows to please his eyes. Not to mention, but behind the scenes, he was angry like a child who couldn't eat candy.

Su Yue stood there for a while, hesitantly broke the silence: "...you...are you better?"

"En." Iroka replied awkwardly, but he shrank back into the depths of the quilt.

"Cui Niang is gone, I am very sad, I know you must also feel uncomfortable..."

"Hmm." She shrunk even further, covering her nose.

Su Yue felt that his courage to talk to him was rapidly draining along with his evasive movements, and there was almost nothing left. The determination he finally gathered was like the water in a bamboo basket draining away, leaving nothing but emptiness cold.

"...Ye Yun doesn't say anything, but he will definitely help you. You should take good care of your illness and don't think about other things..."

"Hmm." Only a pair of blue eyes remained.

"Lin Ruizhe has a solution...I will ask him..."

"..."

The person on the bed was silent for a while, then suddenly pulled the quilt over and buried his whole face in the quilt, only a few strands of golden hair were exposed.

Su Yue felt that his fingertips were very cold, so he stood there, closed his eyes hard, and said softly: "I'm leaving..."

The posture of going out is very hasty.

Some like escape.

I don't know how long it took before Yi Luojia, who was about to be suffocated by himself in the quilt, slowly poked out half of his face, wrapped in the quilt and curled up, staring blankly at the place Su Yue left, lost in thought for a long time.

He sniffed hard, the tip of his nose sore.Perhaps because of illness, the eye circles gradually turned red.

After I went out, I realized that it wasn't raining outside at all. The torrential rain hit the eaves, and quickly gathered into thin, crystal-clear lines, which fell on the red mud floor.Ye Yun sat on the steps, propping her cheeks in depression and watching the torrential rain.

Su Yue walked over and comforted him: "Wait a while, it will stop soon."

As a result, Tian Gong seemed to be deliberately contradicting Su Yue, and a spring thunder thundered down. The blue-purple lightning split the sky like a blunt axe, and the dark night was instantly illuminated as pale as a ghost. In the increasingly wanton storm, he staggered and shivered.

Ye Yun: "..."

Su Yue: "..."

Butler Liu wore a straw hat and ran from behind to the corridor under the heavy rain, panting, "Lord Ye, it's raining too much. My lords invite you to stay overnight in Wanfengyuan, and leave when the rain stops tomorrow."

Su Yue looked at Ye Yun, who held his chin and thought for a while, then stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said openly: "Then I will trouble Manager Liu to lead the way."

Wan Fengyuan is still the same as the day he left, nothing has changed, even Su Yue's favorite little decorations on the bedside have not been moved.No matter how lazy the servants of Pingxi Jue Mansion were, they would never be so negligent.

Su Yue watched the maid lighting the candles, and then turned her head to look at the courtyard behind her. Although it was night and it was still raining heavily outside, she could still see the fallen red maple leaves that had accumulated all winter, which had never been swept on the ground.

My heartbeat missed two beats inexplicably, and I was able to meet the feeling that was about to come out, but I timidly took a step back at the moment I stretched out my hand.

He looked proud, cold, brutal and bloody.

But under this empty shell, the courage that everyone relies on has long been exhausted by the 12 years of waiting.

Ye Yun was acquainted with each other, she changed a pillow and a bed and still fell asleep. Before the time for half a stick of incense came, she had a lively conversation with Zhou Gong, and she couldn't wake up no matter how much she pushed.

Su Yue couldn't fall asleep in this familiar Wanfengyuan. The building of Wanfengyuan was based on red, and even the walls were dimly cooked red.

This used to be Su Yue's favorite color, like the blood gushing from the enemy's chest on the battlefield, like the gorgeous red clouds draining from the west of the royal city in the evening, like the overwhelming maple sea on the outskirts of the old country, rushing all the way to the sky, and then straight from the horizon straight down.

But now sitting in the Wanfeng Garden, he found that he didn't pay attention to those fiery red lights, his eyes stayed on the copper lamp in the corner, and that lonely lamp was docilely exuding golden light.

It was such a dazzling color, but it was strangely soft in the darkness.

It seems that everyone has an unknown side. The ferocious and ferocious dragon withdrew its claws and was so gentle to the little mole who accompanied him in the cave.

Leaning on the couch staring blankly at the solitary lamp, until the lamp oil was burned out, the last jumping brightness was emitted, and it went out with a puff, then he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Su Yue opened his eyes blankly in the heavy darkness, and slowly pressed his hands to his chest. He was a little surprised, because when he was looking at the lamp, the person it thought of... was always him.

Irocar.

From the tall, elegant and calm nobleman I saw for the first time in the main hall, to the thin figure curled up on the sickbed, huddled under the quilt, only willing to show a handful of golden hair.

Whether it's smiling, angry, or the only cry.

It's all him, it's all Iroca.

Lingering.

Just like that solitary lamp, although it was extinguished, its stubborn and stubborn light still appeared in front of Su Yue's eyes, and it didn't fade away even after he blinked hard several times.

Su Yue suddenly panicked.

That light went out.

But what about Iroca?

He... is he leaving too?

When I didn't meet him, that person lived so calmly and unrestrainedly, he knew everything from right to left, and never leaked water. This was the impression that Yi Luojia left in the hearts of others with all his heart. He was so perfect, tall, and indifferent, as if there was no obstacle in the world that he, Ping Xijue, could not overcome.

But such a strong man really fell on the muddy gravel road. He fell in such a mess, but he refused to let anyone help him, or even let others see him.

Su Yue thought that he was so powerful that he would definitely stand up by himself.

But he never seriously thought about it... What if Iroka could never stand up again?

It was still raining heavily outside the window, the spring thunder hit the heart in bursts, and the pale lightning dyed everything in the world gray.

Iroka was lying on the bed alone, the quilt was so thick that he could hardly breathe.The spirit he pretended to have when he met Ye Yun faded away, and this proud dragon would only show a painful expression when he was alone, and returned to the cave of Heiyuhou, licking his wounds alone.

The little mole that he caught and played with him couldn't stand the ugliness of the dragon anymore, so he ran back to its wheat field, where there was the smell of rice that it liked, but he could only suffer in silence, waiting. , guarding, alone.

He didn't blame it, it was originally captured by force, and it was never left willingly.

But it's really sad...