love trouble

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Qiong Huai has heard such similar words many times.

At first he felt uncomfortable, but after a while... he got used to it.

Seeing his calm and watery expression, Xuan Jun couldn't help feeling a burst of inexplicable anger.

He humiliated him in every possible way, why could Qiong Huai be so calm.

Could it be that he really loves him so much that he doesn't even take his dignity seriously?Or did that Yanwei say something bad to him that made him think of leaving?Xuan Jun got a little angry, he shouldn't have agreed to Qian Huai and allowed him to see Yan Wei.

Anyway, no matter whether it is out of liking or guilt, since Qiang Huai is willing to stay by his side and let him dispose of him, even if he asks for everything, he doesn't care.Then, that person must not leave before he abandons him first.

His life is his.

"come over."

Huaiqiong saw Xuanjun's renewed desire, and obediently climbed onto the bed.

He hated himself for being like this, but, otherwise, he had no reason to stay by Xuanjun's side.

After he has exhausted all his love points, can he still leave?

Yang Besi is a special existence to Xuan Jun.

From the perspective of others, he is fresh for three or two days at most, and Xuan Jun will be boring.

Only Qiong Huai knows that he is different.

Because... the way Xuan Jun looked at him.

It is exactly the same as the affection and obsession he once had.

Hyun-jun has someone he likes.

not him……

Sitting alone in the middle of the pavilion, Huai put his fingertips on the strings, couldn't help but pursed his lips, trying to force a smile.

Half a month passed, although Xuan Jun never came to him, but the rumors never stopped.Some people said that he fell out of favor and was still dying, some people waited for him to be sad and ready to make trouble, some people hoped that he would go to Yang Biesi and make a scene so that Xuan Jun could throw him into the cold cabinet.Anyway, he has everything, but he never thought about why he could commit himself here for Xuan Jun.

One night, a heavy object rubbed against him, and Qiong Huai woke up from his sleep, but couldn't move.The smell of wine is tangy, and it is also stained with the aroma of women's rouge, which is unbearably vulgar.

"I like him."

"Who do you like?"

"Yang Besi."

Qiong Huai suddenly couldn't make any sound, the blood rushed up and blocked his throat, he tried every means to swallow it back.The foggy eyes darkened, and soon a look of despair emerged.

Every twitch in his chest became extremely difficult.

It seemed to be beating on a needle board, and the needles pierced his already devastated heart.

"In terms of intelligence and appearance, he is indeed not as good as you."

"Not as much as you care about me."

"But... the moment he rejected me."

"Qingqing, I'm in so much pain."

"It would be great if you were him. Qingqing, you never let me down."

Xuan Jun hugged him and talked a lot to himself.

It is good to be loved.

He doesn't care about the life and death of those who love him.

Qiong Huai gently combed his long hair, covered him with the quilt, and lay down beside him, letting the man speak heartfelt words that had nothing to do with him.

The next day, the servants chatted with each other.Said that Xuanjun begged and begged for pity to stay, and did not hesitate to stage a bitter show, and finally embraced the beauty.It was originally something worthy of congratulations, but everyone was guessing what would happen to Qiong Huai.

"What will happen?" Qiong Huai raised his eyebrows, put down the book in his hand, and smiled at Yan Wei, "Just as long as he is happy."

There was only one Yanwei left beside him.

Except for Yan Wei who was willing to help him, everyone was laughing at him.Those who kept saying they admired him began to avoid him after he fell from a height to the mud and his body was smashed to pieces, after he changed from Qiongjiqing to Xuanjun's lover.

But what does it matter, it is enough for him to have Yanwei.

"Let me tell you, it's not a big deal. I like the version narrated by the fairy from Yaochi who just moved in next door."

Originally, Yan Wei rushed over because he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, but the person concerned just smiled and dragged him to gossip. I'm going to get the magic mirror.

"Do you think it would be useful for me to hang myself and cry?"

"No."

Huaiqiong nodded earnestly, "So... I have this kind of awareness since I moved in."

He needs to understand his situation.

A thing that comes and goes when it is called.

What are you delusional about?

If you are too greedy, it will be difficult to satisfy.It's hard to be satisfied, it's hard to be happy.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-02-2620:11:48~2019-03-0621:47:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Yueya 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

No.20 Three Sections

Huaiqiong occasionally ran into Yang Biesi in the backyard a few times.

He likes flowers.

Xuan Jun moved a hundred flowers for him in the backyard.

He likes quiet.

Xuan Jun gave him the backyard directly to live in.

"I will feel very comfortable staying here, they are good listeners." Yang Biesi fiddled with the precious orchid, "I can't be said to be a flower lover, after all, compared to Mr. Jiqing, I am relatively Much less."

"You are very noisy." Qiong Huai basked in the sun lazily, without looking at the person talking to himself from the beginning to the end.

"I'm sorry." Yang Biesi picked up the scissors and carefully trimmed the branches and leaves of each flower. "I really like a poem written by my husband. It is inevitable that I will be rude when I meet this deity. I hope that my husband will not take offense."

"Which song?"

""Love Trapped"."

At this moment, Qiong Huai half-closed his eyes and looked over slowly.

"Love Trapped" is a poem he wrote for Xuan Jun, which is far less famous than "Chao Mu", it is like throwing a stone into the water, turning up a little blue waves, and then there is no sound.

Yang Biesi read softly, "If you ask how deep the lovesickness is, but the love is endless."

He was originally a little fairy, and he probably never had the chance to meet such a noble person as Qiong Huai in his life.But God seems to have deliberately leveled the difference between cloud and mud.Otherwise, when will he be able to chat with Qiong Huai calmly like now.

"In the future, I will not allow anyone to talk about this poem, do you understand?"

Qiong Huai wished to kill everyone who knew this poem.

In this way, no one will know how humble his love is.

Qiong Huai went to the backyard every day, and the servants who didn't know it thought that the old man who had fallen out of favor was going to give the new man a bad blow, and there was no way to consolidate his position without some harsh words.

In fact, they are overthinking.

Qiong Huai just covets the sunny backyard and comfortable lying down.Yang Biesi chatted with him occasionally, but there was no such thing as rumored gunpowder.

"Who asked you to stimulate Biesi?"

Yang Biesi was drowning and unconscious, the maid who witnessed said that it was because of the fierce quarrel between Qianghuai and Yang Biesi that she pushed her down with her own hands.

Xuan Jun actually believed such a lame lie.

"I said no, would you believe it?" Qiong Huai raised his head calmly, "I didn't quarrel with him."

"What are you doing."

"to chat with."

"What are you talking about?"

"you."

Xuan Jun looked at him condescendingly and smiled disdainfully.

The red-hot dagger penetrated into the skin, and the burning pain rushed to the brain instantly, piercing all the nerves.Huaiqiong trembled all over, the blood couldn't stop flowing out, and his knees were red when he was kneeling.The sharp knife cut through his flesh, causing him to grin his teeth in pain, and the wound deepened the pain.

Gradual loss of consciousness, followed by sanity.

"This is just to teach you a little lesson, so that you know what you are."

"I... no." With blood in his mouth, he wanted to speak clearly, and slowly said word by word: "I didn't push him."

"Don't think about being someone you can't touch in this life." Xuan Jun drew out the dagger, and before Qiong Huai could breathe, the hot iron pressed against his wound, "If you don't remember my words, next time you won't just ruin this half of your face. "

"Ahhhh!!!"

Huaiqiong finally let out a shrill scream.

The blood and water evaporated without a trace when it touched the soldering iron.

His skin was black and red, like burnt rotten meat, emitting a disgusting stench.

It was bearable just now, but now it hurts so badly.

His eyes went black and he fell into endless darkness.

Xuan Jun took off the soldering iron, and suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.That half of the face has long been twisted into a mess of black and grotesque pieces of meat, and the pitted knife marks can be vaguely seen.He was terrified when he saw it, and realized that he had done so many things, he hurriedly called someone to find a miracle doctor, and later spent a lot of expensive medicinal materials to bring back Qiong Huai's little life.

After he calmed down, he found out who was behind the scenes, but the lovers in the backyard who forgot their names all became jealous because of the quarrel, and had nothing to do with Qiong Huai.

The words passed by the servants will more or less fall into his ears, Xuan Jun didn't believe that Qiong Huai was such a jealous person.Who told him to like Yang Biesi, it was hard to tell right from wrong for a while, so he believed in other people's slander.

Huaiqiong touched his right cheek with different shades, and when he lifted the scabbed scar, he could still see his bloody and unhealed flesh.The pain of skin peeling is nothing more than that.

He still loves Xuan Jun, even though Xuan Jun has been guilty for a few days at most.Because Xuan Jun knew confidently that Qiong Huai would never hate him.

This love, after all, has a crack, just like his pain, it will always exist and be indelible.Waiting for his patience to drop to the lowest point, waiting to die with someone.

A little longer.

Emperor Hades invited him back to the Underworld.

Seeing his stubborn silence, his father seemed to have aged a lot overnight. The aloof Emperor Underworld looked at the wound on his face with distress, and sighed, "I'm only your son."

Underworld Emperor is worthy of being weather-beaten.

A simple sentence made him suddenly