Revlon

The next day—

Qi Chen ordered Xiaoyue to be thrown into the Jingku, and the medical officer was not allowed to treat him, and no one was allowed to visit him, and he was left to fend for himself.

The Jingku is located in the southwest corner of the palace. It is the most enclosed courtyard in the entire palace, with dilapidated door hairpins, mottled and peeling walls, a courtyard full of weeds, and black doors and windows.

Fu Jia secretly sent someone to clean it up briefly, and the excess cobwebs and dust were cleaned up, but the traces of the fire were still shocking.

Ten years ago, dozens of palace maids were burnt beyond recognition by a fire at night, and then there were legends of ghosts here, so they were sealed up and no one set foot there for ten years.

The guardian of the palace tore off the rotten iron chain on the gate with his bare hands, and threw Xiaoyue into this gloomy courtyard. Since then, the gate has been locked again, leaving only a small window for food delivery.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, snakes, rats, ants, and spiders on the beams. Xiaoyue was lying in the dark and damp room, his head was sweating from the high fever, and his body was covered with musty bedding.

Yinshuang is the girl sent by Fujia to take care of Xiaoyue. She is a 15-year-old girl, wearing a gray cloth shirt covered with patches, with two buns on her head, and her eyes are big and juicy.

Xiaoyue woke up coughing and coughing in his dream, Yinshuang helped him up with difficulty, and handed the broken pottery bowl to Xiaoyue's mouth avoiding the gap: "Brother, drink some water."

The slender female voice awakened Xiaoyue's fragmented consciousness, he instinctively took a sip of the water stuffed into his mouth, and slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

The glare of the sun shone into his eyes through the black lattice window, Xiaoyue was very uncomfortable, he moved his dry lips in a daze: "Chu Yu..."

Apart from Chu Yu, he couldn't think of anyone else who could take care of him by his side at such a time.

But after he listened carefully, he realized that the voice was slender and immature: "Brother, my name is not Chu Yu, I am Yinshuang."

Yinshuang?

Xiaoyue sat up with difficulty propping himself up, the high fever made his eyelids extremely heavy and dry, and the infected wound on his wrist was painfully painful.

A little bit of black soot was rubbed on Yinshuang's tender face, and her eyes flashed nimbly.

"Brother, are you feeling better? You slept all day and all night, I thought you couldn't wake up."

"..."

Xiaoyue stared blankly at Yinshuang's face, her eyes gradually turned red.

When his consciousness came back, the heat and pain all over his body reminded him that everything in the dream was real.

Chu Yu is no longer there.

It was Xiaoyue who killed her.

It was Qi Chen who killed Chu Yu...

Xiaoyue always thought that Qi Chen loved him. They have gone through so many ups and downs. Although Qi Chen threatened the lives of Qi Delong and Chu Yu countless times, he always just talked, and even treated Qi Delong and Chu Yu as guests. Even though Xiaoyue fled to Xizhou, Qi Chen never treated Qi Delong and Chu Yu harshly, so...

So Xiaoyue thought that Qi Chen would not hurt them.

Xiao Yue never imagined that such a day would really come true.

He was wrong, he thought that he was important to Qi Chen.

Xiaoyue's chest trembled twice, almost fell, two lines of tears fell instantly.

Yinshuang quickly put down the bowl and supported him: "Brother, why are you crying again? Did Yinshuang say something wrong?"

Xiao Yue shook his head, looking out of the window with blurred vision, a yellow-backed mouse was wandering on the peeling wall, and got into the gap at the top of the wall.

there is nothing left...

Xiaoyue came here with nothing, and will leave with nothing in the end.

As if it was still yesterday, Xiao Hanyun stood in the wind, his face soaked in the setting sun was peaceful and soft, Chu Yu stood beside him with a childish smile on his face, and Mo Ziwei rode a tall horse and followed Fang Yuwu down the Tashan Mountain .

Everything that was vividly visible seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

Xiao Yue cried and laughed, his heavy eyelids and breathing made him close his eyes wearily: "...Yin Shuang."

Yinshuang moved to Xiaoyue's side: "Say it."

Xiaoyue panted tiredly: "I still have a friend...have you met him?"

"I……"

Yinshuang couldn't answer his question, he didn't even know who Xiaoyue was talking about, she was just bought back from the brothel by Nanny Fu Jia, she didn't even know why Xiaoyue was imprisoned in this place.

But God seems not to want Xiaoyue to wait too hard, a very low voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard——

"Xiaoyue—"

It was Chidron's voice.

Xiao Yue's heart was shocked.

He immediately forgot about the pain, and he was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt, and almost fell back when he got up.

Yinshuang quickly supported him: "Brother, be careful."

The wooden floor has been carbonized in the fire, and after years of weathering, it has been completely brittle, and there is a crackling sound when it is kicked.

Qi Delong's voice continued, Xiaoyue walked out of the house, the sight was blocked by the weeds, and the rusty wind chime swayed in the wind in front of the beam, but it stopped ringing.

He anxiously stepped down the stairs, stepped on the dead leaves on the bluestone slab, walked through the weed forest, and headed for the place where the sound came from.

Chidron was lying on the ground, with his head protruding through the small window for delivering food. At first glance, he looked like a prisoner about to be beheaded on the execution ground.

He saw Xiaoyue struggling a few times excitedly: "Xiaoyue, I'm here! Xiaoyue!"

The moment Xiaoyue saw Qi Delong, the boulder hanging in his heart fell.

Chidron is still alive.

Qi Chen didn't make things difficult for him.

Xiaoyue thought for a moment that Qi Delong was also dead.

Xiaoyue gently pushed away Yinshuang who was supporting him, and walked forward: "Professor Qi, I..."

He choked up, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

Qi Delong looked up at him hard: "Look at you, you can play a vampire without makeup, and you can go down and be with Chu Yu after crying for a few days."

I haven't seen him for a few days, Xiaoyue is frighteningly thin, his complexion is pale, his whole body is as pale as a beauty lamp in the wind, it seems that it will break if it blows.

Sadness and tears are hurting both the mind and the body, Qi Delong is really afraid that he will not be able to get up in one breath: "I am here to bring you food, Qi Chen is not at the house, Fu Jia will accommodate me and see you."

Xiaoyue suppressed her emotions, her voice hoarse: "I'm sorry...Professor Qi, I..."

"Okay!" Qi Delong interrupted him, "What's the use of talking about it now, Chu Yu is gone, Qi Chen has returned to the Taiji Hall now, and the whole world is hunting Fanghou Ye outside, and the emperor already knows that Qi Chen and Master Fang led the troops to fight in the East Lake, and now the outside is pointing at you alone, you can run away with me, otherwise we both have to go down and gather a table of mahjong."

"it is good."

Qi Delong heard Xiao Yue say.

Xiaoyue didn't even refute. Qi Delong said the same thing to Xiaoyue countless times, but this was the only time that Xiaoyue answered him without hesitation.

Chidron squirmed twice, raised his head: "Have you thought about it?"

Xiaoyue thinks it over, he has no other choice, he will only kill more people if he stays, maybe only if he leaves, can all this end, maybe if he leaves, Qi Chen will also give up Yuwu All of them were killed.

Chu Yu's death made him completely awake. He and Qi Chen are not in the same world. Even if Qi Chen really loves him, he will only be a plaything in Qi Chen's hands. Everything about him, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to hate and resist.

Xiao Yue hates, he hates Qi Chen for being so cruel, but...

But can Qi Chen really be blamed for all this?

Xiao Yue's mistakes are outrageous, even though he loves Qi Chen deeply, he still chooses to hurt him time and time again according to his own sense of right and wrong.

Once, Qi Chen forgave him.

He told Fang Yuwu the secret of the red scroll, and Qi Chen forgave him.

He betrayed Qi Chen and Huo Daer's information to Fang Yuwu, and Qi Chen also forgave him.

Even Qi Chen thought that he helped Fang Yuwu break the battle in Xizhou with the skill of controlling soldiers, Qi Chen also forgave him.

Finally, he angered Qi Chen and killed everyone.

Xiao Yue has regrets, if he has never been involved with Fang Yuwu, if he is not so kind and weak, if he can be firmer and more cruel, will he be able to truly stand with Qi Chen?

Could Qi Chen have entered the East Palace a long time ago?

Can those who died stand in front of their eyes?

……

It's a pity that Xiaoyue understood it too late.

Everything is too late.

The mistakes made cannot be turned back, and the dead will not come back.

There were tears in Xiaoyue's bright red eyes, his eyes were so dark that he was almost disheartened, after a long silence, he moved his lips hoarsely: "...I'm homesick."

Qi Delong stared blankly at him from bottom to top, then pulled his head out of the hole suddenly, and then stuffed a basket in: "Here are the porridge and vegetables for you, and the medicine given by the old lady Fujia."

Xiao Yue took the basket, her pale knuckles trembling.

Qi Delong: "Qi Chen ordered that you are not allowed to see a doctor. This medicine is secretly brewed for you. You save your life and wait for my news. There will be thunderstorms in the next few days. I will find a way to charge the signal pump. You eat obediently."

"..."

"Did you hear me!"

"…it is good."

Xiao Yue said.

……