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When Yu Moshu woke up, it was already that night.

The sword wound on his shoulder hadn't healed yet, and he had a new internal injury. Yu Moshu was thankful for waking up so soon.

The only thing that surprised him was that it was Yan Xin who stayed by his side.Looking at Yan Xin who was standing aside, who had no intention of reaching out to help, Yu Moshu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Yan Xin doesn't protect Xiao Mo, but stays here to guard her, what is it?Could it be that his condition has reached the point where he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself?

Relying on his own strength to get up with difficulty, Yu Moshu also followed in silence, he wants to see who can't help it first!

After tidying up his messy clothes, Yu Moshu gave Yan Xin a final sideways look, indicating that if he didn't talk anymore, he wouldn't listen.

"General, please stay!" Sure enough, Yan Xin had something to say.Turning around, Yu Moshu smiled triumphantly, waiting for him to speak.Yan Xin was a little hesitant at first, but now seeing Yu Moshu's rare smile, he couldn't help but relax a lot.The king can tell him before, if the general looks unhappy, just wait for him to tell the general himself.However, now it seems that I should be able to complete this task.

"General, the king asked his subordinates to tell the general that what happened in the pavilion at noon, please treat it as if it didn't happen." Yan Xin narrated calmly, not noticing Yu Moshu's face, which had gradually become ugly.

Clenching the fists hanging on both sides, Yu Moshu's facial lines tightened suddenly, and his whole body seemed much stiffer.

What happened in the afternoon, hahaha... Yu Moshu never thought that he was hiding the 'Assassin'.Most of the guards in the palace were dispatched, and even he, the general, was seriously injured by him, how could it be possible to hide it?A scholarly family profiteer, buy

What Xiao Mo wanted him to forget was naturally his wavering determination!

If the assassin came one step later, I am afraid that at this moment, I have packed up my luggage and embarked on the journey with tens of thousands of elite soldiers.However, it happened to be such a coincidence that the appearance of that assassin once again shook Xiao Mo, making him give up.

The nails dug deep into the palm, cutting and piercing the flesh and blood.

Just a little bit, Xiao Mo, do you know that just a little bit, you are really king of the world?

Why, why give up?

Sikong Mo, why do you always want to push away the great country without cherishing it? !

Xiaomo, why?tell me why?

Gritting his teeth, Yu Moshu was silent for a long time before he adjusted his posture, "Please tell the guard Yan to tell the king, Yu Moshu knows. However, Yu Moshu will never give up, not even die!"

To rule the world, even if his body is smashed to pieces, he will do it.

No matter who is in the way, he will find a way to break through.

In this life, no one can stop him!

No one, don't think about it!

Huaqing Palace, the palace of the emperors of all dynasties.

In the middle of the night, although the ancient palace is always brightly lit, it is also eerily silent.Tianxie has established a dynasty for hundreds of years, and here, I don't know how many emperors' love and hatred, and all kinds of glory in the past have been buried.

Tonight, in the emperor's bedroom, there was only a weak candle left, flickering on and off in the dark night.

In the bedroom that was always empty in the past, a person's voice could be heard faintly, intermittently, as if talking with another person.

On the wide bed, lay the emperor who was deeply asleep, with a defenseless sleeping face, and the man sitting on the edge of the bed slightly opened the corners of his mouth and smiled silently.

Staring at the person whom he cared about wholeheartedly, now sleeping soundly without any injuries, Yin Tianao felt that all his worries for the past few days disappeared in an instant.

Even in the dark, Yin Tianao can clearly see the movements around him.Not to mention that there is a lamp lit in the sleeping hall at this moment, so naturally you won't miss Sikong Mo's occasional trembling eyelashes.Also, the strength of the hand that was placed outside the brocade quilt and that was tightly gripping her was aggravated from time to time.

"Is it really okay not to sleep? Tomorrow, you have to go to bed early, right?" Yin Tianao asked softly. He knew that Sikong Mo was not asleep.

Sikong Mo shook his head and quietly opened his eyes.Looking up at the person who hasn't been seen for more than ten years, who has already gone through vicissitudes, his eyes reveal a rare obsession.Sitting up, he held Yin Tianao's hand, still refusing to let go.

"After sleeping, Ao is going to leave?" Yu Yin Tianao wrote gently in the palm of Yin Tianao, and Sikong Mo bit his lower lip.Just like last time, after coaxing himself to sleep, he left secretly, only to reappear in front of his eyes after decades.

For decades, there has never been a single word, and they have completely disappeared in their own world!

"There are countless talents by Xiao Mo's side, so I'm not the only one missing, isn't it?" Even if he really stayed, what kind of status should he stay in this palace?Even if he really entered the court and became an official, how should the Yin family explain it?

The Yin family has always been in harmony with the imperial court.

"But Xiao Mo only wants to be proud!"

"Xiao Mo! As the king of Tianxie, shouldn't he say such irresponsible words?" Yin Tianao said in a deep voice.

Is it not right?

Sikong Mo lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong.However, knowing that it shouldn't be done, he couldn't stop it.He is not a good king, because he is often selfish and desperate.

"Xiao Mo, go to sleep. I will stay with you and never leave. Trust me, okay?"

Hearing the sincerity in Yin Tianao's tone, Sikong Mo nodded in agreement in compromise.Lying back to the original position, he closed his anxious eyes.Holding Yin Tianao's hand, he still has no intention of letting go.

Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, he will know that he has been looking for the answer for many years-if he was not grasping Ao's sleeve, but his hand, what would Ao do?

Cut off his own hand, or his?

Or, neither, Ao would choose to stay.

Stay by my side, never leave...

Steady breathing gradually spread into the ears, and the brocade quilt was rising and falling regularly. Yin Tianao knew that Sikong Mo had really fallen asleep.

She stretched out her hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for him, staring at the face that was no longer childish, speechless for a while.After a long time, he smiled bitterly and sighed silently.

In 14 years, he has been away from here for nearly 14 years.

However, in the past 14 years, he was the only one who was always on his mind and could never forget him---Sikong Mo.

The child in front of him who couldn't speak and held the power of life and death.

There was supposed to be no intersection between them, but because of the grievances of the previous generation, they couldn't escape being involved.

Is it fate?Or evil?

Is it love?Or is it...debt?

When Yu Moshu returned home, the midnight had passed.Due to internal injuries, Yu Moshu gave up trying to climb over the wall, and reached out to knock on the door obediently.

However, having said that, it has been a long time since he knocked on the door of his own house.

However, before his hand touched the vermilion door, he changed his mind.

Oh, forget it, just find a random inn to stay tonight──The people in the mansion always go to bed early, so they should be asleep by now, right?

With a bitter smile, Yu Moshu withdrew his hand, took a step back slowly, and planned to leave.

Yay──

The closed vermilion door behind him suddenly opened from the inside, accompanied by a person shouting: "Master, you are back!"

"Housekeeper?" Turning around stiffly, Yu Moshu was slightly taken aback.She clicked her tongue secretly in her heart, when did the prime minister's mansion cancel the curfew?

"Young master, this old slave is looking forward to you coming back. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise, what face would I have given this old slave to meet his madam?" The old butler was tearful, pulled Yu Moshu enthusiastically, and checked him around. There are no signs of injury on the body.

Seeing his movements, Yu Moshu smiled awkwardly: It seems that the news that he was seriously injured has spread throughout the streets of Wangcheng, and it has become a pastime for everyone after dinner.

Yu Moshu moved the old housekeeper's hand away without any trace, and said it was all right.He really couldn't adapt to such 'enthusiasm', besides, he suffered internal injuries, unless it was Lian Jiazi, most people would not see anything abnormal at all.Therefore, while lying, Yu Moshu didn't blush, nor was he out of breath.

"That's good..." The old butler was easily concealed.Instead, he pulled Yu Moshu and wanted to walk towards the mansion. "Young Master, are you hungry? The old slave has ordered the kitchen to prepare meals, and has been waiting for a long time."

And meals?

Yu Moshu frowned in confusion, why is the old housekeeper so abnormal today?On weekdays, I don't see him talking to me a few more words, so why is he so familiar with me today.No, it should be said that the attitude of the people in the mansion, except Mingri, towards him has always been lukewarm, why are they so abnormal today?

Even, prepare meals and wait for him in the lobby?

Weird!

Delicious food, but for Yu Moshu at the moment, it is like chewing wax.

His questioning eyes cast behind him, intersecting with Ming Zhou's eyes, trying to find out what was going on.The latter sent an innocent look, indicating that nothing was clear.

After finishing dinner with great difficulty, Yu Moshu left as if fleeing, and returned to his courtyard.

There is no one there, no lights, and it looks desolate and deserted as if no one lives there.Only this night, the beautiful moonlight casts a silver glow.

This is right...

Such a cold place is Yu Moshu's home!

"Mingri, don't follow, go back and rest." Yu Moshu said to Mingri who was behind him, withdrawing his gaze.

"But the general's injury..."

"It's okay. If I could die, I would have died so many times." With a self-deprecating tone, Yu Moshu pushed open the courtyard door, entered inside, and closed it behind his back.

Throwing himself into the soft brocade quilt, Yu Moshu half-opened his eyes, looking at the wide open casement, the crescent moon outside the window was like a knife.

Since his mother died, he was moved here.There is no room full of servants before, and some are just alone.When he was ten years old, Ming Zhou and Ming Ya were sent here to be his companions.However, at that time, I was already used to loneliness.Unexpectedly, the three teenagers of similar ages became one with each other very quickly.

Obviously he doesn't care about loneliness anymore, but in the end...heh...

Yu Moshu never thought that it was Yu Dongting's compensation to him.Because, from the moment his mother died and he mercilessly pushed himself away, he had already lost the so-called compensation qualification.

Together with Mingri and Mingya, they were trapped and locked in this small courtyard, living a life without contention with the world.Never taking a step outside, the friendship between the three of them is not a problem.Yu Moshu even thought that all his life was wasted in this cold courtyard.

However, at the age of 13, Yu Dongting's words once again turned the world he was accustomed to upside down.It was also that year that he met the ruler of the dynasty who was so high above that he could determine life and death without a sound - Sikong Mo.

In the next few years, they were always inseparable from each other.The calm and calm monarch always walks ahead of him, with dazzling brilliance shining all over his body.Let him give willingly, without asking for anything in return.In private, he called him Xiao Yu, and he called him Xiao Mo.There is no distinction between monarch and minister, but close friends.

However, whenever one person is alone, the young king always looks lonely.Yu Moshu didn't know the reason at first, until he was 17 years old, after seeing the bright smile on his face when he heard that the northern rogues were wiped out by an unknown swordsman in the rivers and lakes, he suddenly realized that the king who planned the strategy Lost in size, what I worry about day and night is not this beautiful river and mountain, but a man.

One, a man named Yin Tianao.

Jealousy instantly burned a ignorant heart.Yu Moshu resolutely asked for his order and went on an expedition to the territory.Whether it's unwillingness to lag behind, or jealousy, he just wants to prove: what Yin Tianao can do, Yu Moshu can also do for Xiao Mo, even better than him!

On the dangerous battlefield, after several life and death, the greenness has gradually changed, and they have learned what is a country and what is an individual.However, neither the hard work alone nor the passing years can erase the emotions buried in my heart, the initial touch I described when I was young.

The first time Yu Moshu understood this was at Sikong Mo's weak crown ceremony.

Wearing a royal robe, under the worship of everyone, Xiao Mo will always have a faint expression.What is revealed between the brows is an unparalleled determination, overlooking the heroes.

That is the king for whom he has dedicated his whole life, as if he has penetrated life and death, ruthless and loveless.

It was also that night that Yu Moshu deeply realized that the sovereign monarch could never belong to him alone.

He will never, never be Xiao Mo who only belongs to him...

As for himself, he will always be his Great General of Zhenbei, the No. [-] Major General of Tianxie, and he will only be his imperial bodyguard in this life!

forever

From the other side of the closed door, there were slight footsteps.Even if the visitor deliberately lowered his voice, he still couldn't escape Yu Moshu's sharp ears.Withdrawing his drifting thoughts, Yu Moshu closed his eyes as if nothing had happened, and let someone push the door to enter.

In the darkness, Yu Moshu knew that someone was staring at him with eager eyes.

Wei Wei calmed down and listened attentively to the opponent's every move, so as to have the best countermeasures if the opponent is an enemy.

After waiting for a long while, he didn't see any movement from the other party. When Yu Moshu was puzzled, he heard a familiar sigh.With deep helplessness, and a little imperceptible regret and distress?

Yu Moshu's heart trembled violently, and he almost opened his eyes, revealing his flaws.

No, not possible.

He won't come, it can't be him!

Yu Moshu kept denying in his heart, but the visitor made new moves.There was a 'rustling' sound of paper in the direction of the desk, Yu Moshu secretly opened his eyes, looking at the corner of the desk covered by the silvery white moonlight.

Even though he kept denying it in his heart, the figures that came into view all proved that the person was real.

In the throat, there seemed to be some medicine breaking out of the cocoon, Yu Moshu forced himself to be calm, clenched his teeth, and did not make any sound.

After tidying up the messy desk, the visitor was careful not to make any abnormal noise to wake Yu Moshu from his sleep.Finally, he looked around the room again, walked to the window, closed the open window, and then returned to the bed, looking at the pale and haggard face.

After a long time, the man took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and placed it quietly on the bedside.Pull the brocade quilt folded by internal force, and cover Yu Moshu's thinly clothed body.

It wasn't until he was sure that the person had left that Yu Moshu suddenly opened his eyes, the sockets of which were slightly red.

Looking up at the porcelain bottle next to the pillow, Yu Moshu reached out to take it, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it—it was medicine for wounds.Holding the porcelain bottle tightly in his hand, he remained silent for a long time.

The originally cold inner room has warmed up a lot after the casements were closed.The long-lost warmth made Yu Moshu a little overwhelmed, as if he was in the hall just now and just wanted to escape.

Why?Why come to this set?

Is it not good to keep the original pattern and get along with each other like ice?A scholarly family profiteer buys for you

Why change?

Yu Dongting, why? !

It was you who put me in prison;

Why do you do these pointless things?

I hate you!

!When—the porcelain bottle shattered at the sound, and the fragments pierced into the palm of the hand fiercely, mixed with the medicinal powder with healing properties, eroding Yu Moshu's heart, and cut a knife deep enough to see the bone.

"Yu Dongting, I hate you!"