set of flowers

On the street, there are old people welcoming guests in front of their homes, children playing games beside the low houses, and couples walking along the road together...the popularity is much more prosperous than Le Yang imagined, but there are indeed not many vendors.There are two rows of stalls missing on the side of the road, and the road looks much wider.

"Call me by my name." Le Liyou said suddenly.

Le Yang was puzzled and looked at Le Liyou, but this time Le Liyou didn't speak to him.

"Your throat has never been hurt, so you shouldn't have lost your voice...I want to hear you call my name."

Le Yang opened his mouth to try to respond, but he couldn't shout out a single syllable with all his strength—strange, how did he speak before?

This is not the first time he has failed to speak out, and Le Yang doesn't want to try again.To be honest, he didn't think trying a few more times would change anything.

He tugged on Le Liyou's sleeve and shook it, trying to make Le Liyou turn his face to him, but Le Liyou still looked ahead, without any intention of turning back.

He walked up to Le Liyou, but because he was too short, Le Liyou's eyes still went over his head - now he was sure that Le Liyou did it on purpose.

He didn't care anymore, and he thought that Le Liyou didn't care anymore, why did Le Liyou suddenly make things difficult for him?

Le Yang raised his hand and punched Le Liyou's chest, Le Liyou immediately covered his heart and coughed.Le Yang was holding back his strength, but he was often told that he didn't know the severity of his strikes, and he didn't doubt that Le Liyou was really hurt by him.

Although Le Yang, who was in a fit of anger, felt sorry, he didn't look closely at Le Liyou's situation, turned around and left Le Liyou behind, and went on his own way.

Le Liyou hurriedly followed, took Le Yang's hand and said, "Don't you want to talk?"

Le Yang was even angrier when he heard this, and turned around and glared at Le Liyou - if he could make a sound, he would definitely yell at Le Liyou.

Would he be willing to be mute if he could speak?

Le Yang shook off his hand and continued walking.

Fortunately, he always felt that Le Liyou was considerate...

"Sorry, it's my fault."

Le Liyou's voice came from behind, Le Yang turned his head again, stared at Le Liyou, and asked in his heart: Do you know where I went wrong?

Le Liyou bent his knees, bent down, tried his best to look at Le Yang, and said to Le Yang, "I just want... have you given up talking?"

Le Yang punched him on the head, expressing his displeasure with actions.Le Liyou closed his eyes in pain, and continued: "If I didn't interpret your words self-righteously, and speak for you self-righteously, would you have more motivation to speak? ——I just think so."

Le Yang was about to punch him again, but stopped when he was about to drop the punch.

In fact, what Le Liyou said was right. He really lived a life so easy that his efforts to recover his speaking ability were not even as good as his daily martial arts training, and... he couldn't see the possibility of recovery. Before he tried to speak out, He predicted the result on his own - he would always be a mute.

Was he really such a negative person?

Le Yang's fist lightly landed on Le Liyou's head, and then stopped.When he became emotional, his eye sockets were also red. In order not to let himself think more and more deeply, Le Yang interrupted his thoughts with a sigh, and was about to raise the corners of his mouth when Le Liyou suddenly grabbed his hand and said in surprise: " You just made a sound!"

Le Yang's expression was first surprised, then doubted, and he hurriedly confirmed: Really?

Le Liyou nodded fiercely and hugged him again, and replied: "Really, I heard you say 'ah'..." The voice was full of smiles, but as he spoke, Le Li The smile on Worry's face gradually disappeared.

It's a lie, he just said that to give Le Yang confidence, and he hugged Le Yang because he was afraid that he would not be able to pretend, and that his expression would show a sinking.

I'm sorry, he thought.

He remembered Le Yang's voice, he had seen Le Yang's happy face when he was chatting, he knew that Le Yang liked to talk, and he also knew that Le Yang had already extinguished his thoughts of recovery.

Perhaps Le Yang shouldn't be given hope.

Le Liyou let go of Le Yang, and seeing Le Yang smiling with red eyes, felt a pang in his heart——Le Yang trusted him too much.He decided to maintain this lie, so he smiled and said to Le Yang: "I told you, go back to Luojing, and you will be fine."

Le Yang nodded sharply, opened his mouth to say something, then closed his mouth.He has too much to say, think about it or shut up first.

Le Liyou pinched his cheeks with both hands, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said, "Say it, I will listen carefully, and talking more will be good for your recovery."

Le Yang nodded, his already round almond eyes were opened even more round by him, the sun shone into his dark eyes and flickered in his eyes.He pulled away Le Liyou's hand and said excitedly: Let's go play together!Waiting for Lantern Festival...there are no people on the street right now, but Lantern Festival will be very interesting.Have you ever seen a lion?Then you can see lions dancing!At night, someone will strike iron flowers again. We saw it when we were young, remember?

Le Liyou didn't fully understand, but she still pretended to understand and nodded, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go play together."

It will be fine, Le Liyou is sure.

His lies gave him confidence in the end.

"When you recover, we will move out of Huafu." Le Liyou stroked Le Yang's neck with his right hand, the sudden coldness made Le Yang tremble.When the coldness of the palm scattered, Le Yang felt itchy again, which made him shrug his left shoulder, trying to squeeze Le Liyou's hand away, but Le Liyou didn't let go, and the big palm followed the smoothness of Le Yang's neck to the back of his neck .

"Buy a house, it doesn't need to be too big, just enough to accommodate you and me... It can be near the Huafu, and you can go back and have a look at any time when you miss your son in the future."

Le Yang asked: Why?

"Even if you manage Huafu, shouldn't you move out after we get married?" He said, rubbing the back of Leyang's neck with the thumb of his right hand.

During those days in Mobei, they also became relatives.

Le Yang shook his head: Aren't you going back?What about the Turks?

When Le Liyou returned to the Pingcheng Army, it was because he was an envoy to Daning as the Turkic side, replacing the new Great Khan to discuss cooperation after the end of the war, and to pass Daning's voice back to the Turks.As a Turkic special service, he served in the Pingcheng Army and was entertained in Daning, which is also conducive to stabilizing the hearts of the Turks and Daning, and he can be regarded as a hostage in disguise.And Sui Leyang returned to Beijing at the request of Hua Qianyu.

"It doesn't matter," Le Liyou replied indifferently, "I don't want to go back."

That is your hometown.

"Do you want me to go?"

Le Yang shook his head, then nodded again, he said: I will be with you.

Le Liyou smiled again, then adjusted his expression, approached Le Yang's face solemnly, and whispered something in a low voice: "During my stay in Daning, how many people will be talking about my betrayal? "

Le Yang's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise: Have you betrayed?

Le Liyou replied helplessly: "They think I have betrayed. There are many courtiers in the Turks who hate Daning, and I not only advocate peaceful coexistence with Ning, but also live in Ning for a long time after the peace talks. If I go back and be assassinated—— What do you propose?"

Le Yang nodded: Then I won't go back.

Satisfied, Le Liyou straightened up and said: "When I finish what I should do, we will stay in the capital together for a long time. When I am not around, if you are lonely, you can go back to Huafu, and the young master will reserve a place for you." "In any case, he wants Le Yang to move out of Huafu with him first, and live a real married life.

where are you going

"You're right, I'm a Turkic secret service, and I still have my responsibilities."

Want to go back to Turkic?

"Well, I will come back a few times."

I will go with you.

Le Yang frowned, obviously thinking about the "assassination" that Le Liyou said earlier.

Le Liyou's hand moved up along the curvature of his neck, landed on his cheek and then rubbed the flesh on his face, smiling calmly: "If you go with me, what reason do I have to go back to Luojing? Don't worry, I'll be fine."

but--

Le Yang was suddenly bumped by someone, and before he could look back at the situation, he heard: "It hurts!"

Le Yang turned around and looked down at the boy who was sitting on the ground and blowing on his palms. He was about to care about his situation. What are you doing standing there?"

Le Yang didn't intend to be offended, so he opened his mouth and replied: It's obvious that you don't have eyes!

The boy turned his face away and talked to himself in a voice that Le Yang could hear: "What are you talking about, dumb?"

Le Yang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that it was embarrassing for him to lip-sync to strangers.

Le Liyou stood next to Le Yang, condescendingly stared at the toddler on the ground, and said coldly, "Apologize."

The boy was frightened by this tall man who looked different from ordinary people, and he trembled all over, and then there was a shout from his friend behind him, out of face, he plucked up the courage to retort: ​​"I'm not wrong!"

Le Liyou's complexion became darker, and his voice became deeper. He repeated: "Apologize."

The boy immediately got up from the ground and said while running, "I'm sorry!" He ran in a panic and fell to the ground again by accident, but because he was afraid of being chased by the "bad guys", he ignored the pain and cried from the ground. Got up, and shouted at the friends: "Monster!"

Hearing this, the partners couldn't help but glance at Le Liyou with a gloomy expression, and then rushed away.

The sleeve was grabbed by others, Le Liyou turned around, looking helplessly and funny at Le Yang who was almost unable to stand still with a smile.

Suddenly, Le Yang closed his mouth and stared at Le Liyou with crooked smiling eyes. The smile was shallow and meaningful... He remembered that when he saw Le Liyou for the first time, he was also thinking of "monsters".

--do you know?Most of the monsters in the storybook are charming.

……

Even though An Qingfeng followed the doctor's advice and took the medicine on time, his body was still getting worse and worse. The speed of his weakening was visible to the naked eye, and he lost a lot of weight within a month of his onset.

Her body is like dead wood, her face is like green vegetables, her lips are purple... An Qingfeng looked at herself in the mirror, turned her head away, and laughed at herself: "Brother Huang didn't look so ugly before he died."

Wei Lan put the cloak in his hand on An Qingfeng's thin shoulders: "It's cold."

"Heh," An Qingfeng looked at the mirror again, through the mirror to see Wei Lan's expression behind him, "Aren't you going to comfort me?"

"Why do you need comfort? There are more important things than appearance." Wei Lan met An Qingfeng's eyes through the mirror, but An Qingfeng staggered his eyes and walked away from the mirror.

"What's more important?" An Qingfeng asked.

He didn't want to see himself, let alone be seen by Wei Lan.

Wei Lan shook his head and did not answer.

During the illness, some people pity him like a dying person, and some people fear him like a plague ghost. Wei Lan, who is no different from usual, becomes his psychological comfort, but at this moment, he really hopes that Wei Lan can say a few words of his own. , or get closer to him—maybe that way, he won't feel so empty.

He claims to be superior, but now he is more like Wei Lan's appendage.What can he give Wei Lan?He has only one sick body.

An Qingxuan walked to the bed and sat down.He raised his right hand and patted the seat beside him, signaling Wei Lan to sit with him.

"When I die," An Qingfeng said, "you will be the master of the palace." He seemed to be able to foresee his own death.

Sitting on his right hand side, Wei Lan said calmly, "Lan'er is just the prince's male favourite, no matter how much she loves her, she can't be in charge of Prince Gong's mansion."

"This is my palace. If I say yes, I can - after I die, everything behind me will be given to you."

He graciously consolidated his precarious position in this way.

He didn't intend to look at Wei Lan at the same level, he wanted to stand on a high place, to be admired and loved by Wei Lan.

"It will be the Lantern Festival in a few days." An Qingfeng said while holding Wei Lan's hand.

Wei Lan looked at the clasped hands and replied, "Yes."

"The first time I saw you was also on the Lantern Festival."

"……Um."

"Do you remember where it was?"

"It's been too long, I forgot."

"I'll take you."

"it is good."

Wei Lan blinked, as if thinking of something, he showed a rare sincere smile.He looked up at An Qingfeng, his eyes were full of tenderness, causing An Qingfeng to raise the corners of his mouth together.

That's great... If I can live longer, can I see more of your smiles.

"I really want to grow old together with you..."

An Qingfeng moved a little to the left, then fell down, resting on Wei Lan's lap.

Wei Lan stroked his black hair and replied, "I can't live that long either."

Yes, being so close to a consumptive patient, it will only happen sooner or later.

An Qingfeng knew that no matter how much he gave, he could not repay Wei Lan, because what he owed Wei Lan was a life.

……

The location of Prince Gong's Mansion is quite remote, and there are no residential houses around, but early in the morning, the clear and clear sound of the suona pierced the ears of An Qingfeng and Wei Lan.

In the blink of an eye, it was the Lantern Festival.

An Qingfeng rubbed her ears with her palm, and said with a smile, "It's really lively."

Wei Lan put the warm wine into the basket and said "Yes".

"You don't seem to have much energy today." An Qingfeng said.

Wei Lan responded lightly: "You are too energetic."

An Qingfeng looked at the already covered basket, and said, "You don't need to prepare these."

"No effort."

"Let's go now?"

"Ah."

"Do you remember where we first met?" An Qingfeng asked with a smile.

In this case, he had already asked and got an answer from Wei Lan, but maybe he is in a particularly good state today. He wants to talk, whether it is meaningful or not, he wants to talk to Wei Lan.

Wei Lan, who was about to lift the basket, paused, and Shu Er replied: "I remember." Then he handed over the basket to the accompanying attendants.

Hearing a different answer, An Qingfeng was overjoyed: "Really?"

"Ah."

"You remember?"

"I never forget."

An Qingfeng smiled, smiling like the fat boy who gave him flowers when they first met.

Wei Lan turned his face away.

They are long gone.

Under the gazebo by the pool, Wei Lan and An Qingfeng were drinking hot wine. The surrounding people had already been driven away, and the accompanying servants were all a mile away, but even so, the two people's ears were still noisy.

An Qingfeng looked at the crowd across the pond in a daze, as if he had also approached the crowd in a trance, and could clearly see the fine hairs on the lion's body.

Wei Lan poured warm wine for him and asked, "Do you want to go there?"

An Qingfeng shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't want to be the source of the epidemic and be scolded by living beings after I die."

Wei Lan didn't answer.It wasn't until An Qingfeng drank the warm wine that he filled the wine glass again, and said, "You know you pretended to be dead that day, why didn't your lord not only realize that it was fake, but also believed that it was me who did it?"

"Why?"

"Because he did give me the poison, but didn't order me to do it then."

An Qingfeng looked at the wine in the glass, rubbed the wine glass with his index finger and thumb, feeling the heat from the glass.He said: "But in the end, you still miss me, don't you?"

Wei Lan smirked, and asked, "Why? Do I seem to love you?"

An Qingfeng's mood fluctuated, and suddenly he couldn't stop the urge to cough. He coughed for a while before it stopped, and the blood foam in his throat was also coughed on the handkerchief.

"Maybe, maybe I love you," Wei Lan met his eyes and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "But even so, I don't want to be your male favorite, I am a man, and I am more or less a man with self-respect. "

"What's wrong? What I can give you..."

Wei Lan shook her head: "I'm not interested in glory and wealth, but I'm indeed used to the corrupt life when I was attached to you, maybe if you throw me out, I will crawl back and beg you to love me... Because I'm such a useless person."

"Hahaha..." Wei Lan laughed, but he flattened his smile after a while, "Why do you love me? Why do you still love me even though you know that what you faced in the past is not the real me? Because only My love is something you can't get, isn't it?"

Wei Lan closed his eyes, and what appeared in front of his eyes was Wei Zhongliang's face when he was young - at that time, Wei Zhongliang asked most often "Does Lan'er love his father", and his answer was always affirmative.

He is always regretting.If he said "no", would he be able to stay by Wei Zhongliang's side forever?Just like Weikan.If he could exchange lives with Wei Kan... Heh, if so, his beloved father would not have to die.

"Why can you say you love me while embracing someone other than me? Didn't you say that there was only me after that? Why did you break the oath? I want to believe you too..."

When the eyelids were lifted, hot tears slid out of Wei Lan's eyes.

"If one day I am tired of you, how miserable will I be? You will drive me out of the palace for your new love just like you did to everyone other than me back then, right?"

An Qingfeng kept shaking his head, and he could only shake his head as he would keep coughing when he tried to speak.

"Obviously leaving you can get rid of this fear, why should I stay by your side? Is it because of love?" Wei Lan shook his head and denied, "No, it's because I'm a waste." He was sure of it.

"This trash wants to stretch out his hands and open his mouth when he wants to eat, but he doesn't want a woman to lie under you, so..." Wei Lan gradually lost her voice.

An Qingfeng wanted to answer, but more and more blood was coughed up from his throat, because the handkerchief could no longer carry the large amount of blood, he had no choice but to catch it with both hands.The more he coughed, the more blood he coughed, and the more hoarse the cough became, a thought flashed in An Qingfeng's mind: I'm going to die.Thinking of this, he suddenly calmed down.

He raised his right hand and was about to wipe away the tears from Wei Lan's face when he found that his hand was covered with blood.

He didn't stop, and swept Wei Lan's cheek with his index finger, but after a while, his hand fell, and he fell on the table.

Wine pots and thin cups fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces. The sound of breaking was drowned out by the joy of the festival.

Wei Lan looked at him and murmured: "So, you should die soon, and I can love you after death."

The guards in the distance turned their backs to them and did not notice their abnormality.Wei Lan pulled the bloody handkerchief from An Qingfeng's hand, took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the blood on An Qingfeng's face and hands, and then came to the pool with two bloody handkerchiefs.He squatted down and was about to wash the handkerchief, but found the word "Love" that had not been written on the left face.

"Didn't you figure it out until the end? Aren't you very smart..." Wei Lan looked at the reflection in the water, and stroked the blood mixed with tears on his face.

Strange, why wash it?

Thinking of this, he let go, and the two handkerchiefs fell into the pool together. After a while, they sank into the water one after another. The bright red blood was drawn into red threads by the pool water, and then faded and dissipated.

The high-pitched suona sound came through the air, Wei Lan stood up and followed the sound, looked far away, and saw the procession of welcoming relatives in the distance, he suddenly recalled the proud appearance of An Qingfeng when he called him the princess.

"We...we're not married yet."