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"What happened later? Did the emperor die?"

"Not yet. After two years, someone suddenly came to the palace one day and asked to return the goblin."

"Going back? Is it a hunter?"

"Yes, the hunter has come for his lover."

"But isn't the hunter already dead?"

"Actually, the hunter is also a demon. He has an immortal body. Two years later, he was resurrected. The emperor feels guilty about the hunter, but he is the emperor. Whatever he wants, or people, are all his, the emperor. I couldn't bear the goblin, and I didn't want to let the goblin go. The hunter was very angry and decided to kill the emperor."

"The emperor is dead?"

"No, the goblin blocked the hunter's arrow when it was about to hit the emperor, and the goblin died."

"Aren't fairies immortal!" Xiao Douding became excited and grabbed Qiu Yan's arm tightly.

"The goblin just doesn't grow old, but he can get hurt, too badly wounded and die. So he died in the end."

"But! But why does the goblin want to block arrows..." Mr. Orange's eyes filled with tears, and he couldn't help crying. Although he is very small, he is a child with a delicate heart, and he is not stupid.

"Why are you crying?" Qiu Yan touched his fluffy little head, "Because the goblin also loves the emperor. The emperor is also a very important person to him."

"Qiu Yan... I don't understand..."

"You're still too young,... No, you won't understand even if you're older. Some things are unsolvable."

"The goblin shouldn't have died."

"Then the hunter and the emperor should die?"

"No! I don't know." The child lowered his face, tears dripping down his face.

"But that's the way the world is. You can't change it."

"They're all wrong, aren't they?"

"That's right..." Qiu Yan was a little startled, "Everyone makes mistakes."

"Will I meet people like fairies in the future?"

"I don't know,... not everyone has such good luck, and it's extremely miserable."

"Qiu Yan, I'm so sad."

"Well, I see."

"I don't want to hear you tell me stories again."

"Feel sorry."

Xiao Douding tightened his body, the corners of his eyes were still wet, and there were wet tears. He said he disliked Qiu Yan, but he leaned closer to her. Qiu Yan sighed, and took the child into his arms , "Sleep."

"If one day I meet someone like a goblin, I won't let him die." The child closed his eyes and his voice was muffled.

"Okay." Qiu Yan patted him on the back and coaxed him to sleep.

The child was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again, he was already a teenager.When the word juvenile is mentioned, it should be repelled by mediocrity.But... have you done it yourself?

The young man blinked, still immersed in the dream just now.

"What's wrong?" Chang Xiyang sat up and kissed his forehead.

The boy shook his head, "I had a dream, but when I woke up, I forgot what I dreamed about."

"Is it a good dream?"

"I forgot, but it seems... I learned a lot in the dream, the scene in the dream is very familiar, and I have a lot of feelings."

"Probably some forgotten past."

"Yeah." The boy nodded, still a little dazed.

"Is it cold?" Chang Xiyang saw that he was in a daze, so he wrapped him up a little tighter. The little prince didn't wear any clothes after applying the medicine last night, and slept naked just like Chang Xiyang.

Fortunately, even at night, servants would come to fill the fire regularly, and the room was full of warmth, unaffected by the cold of winter mornings.

The young man shook his head, opened his mouth and was about to say something more, when he was suddenly blushed by Chang Xiyang's actions, "Don't."

"Don't move, I'll see if the swelling has subsided." Chang Xiyang had a serious face and had no other thoughts. "It's better, I'll give you another medicine."

"Don't do such a thing when you just wake up!"

The little prince rarely became shy, avoided, and complained in a low voice, "I won't be able to bear it."

"Don't think about these things at a time like this. Let's talk about it when you get better." Chang Xiyang realized that he wanted to laugh a little, so he put on the ointment and rubbed it on him, "Don't move around, I also I won't be able to bear it."

Chang Xiyang's tone was a little frivolous, and he stretched his fingertips inward as if threatening.

"Uh..." The little prince didn't speak, but he was already secretly thinking about how to hold down Chang Xiyang to make him feel better after he recovered from his injury.

Chang Xiyang didn't know the young man's dirty little thoughts, so after applying the medicine, he kissed him and helped him get up.

Winter is always cold and long. Fortunately, this winter, the little prince is really like what he said when he was recovering from his injuries. He and Chang Xiyang are nestled together in a warm room warmed by fire, wrapped in a soft blanket, and snuggled up to each other. Together, whether it's reading a book or feeding him oranges, Chang Xiyang thinks, it's really good.

He can't say what's good about it, but he just thinks that winter doesn't seem to be so cold and long, and it's really reassuring to have someone by his side all the time.

The snow-covered ground was reflected by the sun, which was very dazzling.Like... lighting up his world.

"What are you laughing at?" Mr. Cheng was a little surprised to see that the immortal was laughing foolishly by himself, "What funny thing did you think of?"

The fairy's eyes are bright, like the rising sun of Fusang, "I like you."

Okay, okay, if you can bear it now, then you really are not the little prince.Regardless of any hidden discomfort, the young man completely vented the emotions accumulated for many days, Chang Xiyang even wanted to go back to that time just now, and slap himself hard for saying such stupid words.

"Orange,...that's enough."

"not enough."

"I'm going to die."

"Uh..." The boy bit his lip and stopped moving. "Make it up tonight."

"Leave me a way to survive."

"Let Luoyang boil some medicine for you tonight to nourish your kidneys."

Chang Xiyang had nothing to love in his life and collapsed into a pile of ooze.

After living in Fentao Pavilion for less than half a month, Chang Xiyang returned to the stage to play a few songs, and the audience applauded thunderously. Many old guests heard that Chang Xiyang was back and braved the heavy snow to come to praise him.

"Sorry, I haven't practiced the piano for a long time, I'm a little rusty." Chang Xiyang smiled apologetically on the stage, the fairy brows and eyes stretched, as if the ice and snow had melted, and the winter night outside seemed a little less long and cold.All the guests in the audience exclaimed, and they were almost seduced by Chang Xiyang.

The little prince was also in the audience, a little dissatisfied and a little proud.He was dissatisfied that Chang Xiyang's smile was looked at by other irrelevant people, but he was secretly proud, look, such a perfect person is his lover.

The second prince also came to support him, he was still sitting in the Accord, his eyes were gentle, but he was snuggling up to the young man called Zhang Yang in his arms.

Zhang Yang seems to be particularly favored recently. He has been with the Second Prince for many years, but basically he was raised in the mansion and rarely went out to meet people. Now he goes out with the Second Prince in various ways, even Even the royal siege went with him. One can imagine how important his status is in the second prince's mansion.

"My lord's eyes are straight." Zhang Yang curled his lips angrily, and buried his face in Si Song's chest.

"Sorry..." Si Song came back to his senses, "You should learn to play the piano too."

"Zhang Yang is not suitable for playing the piano, the prince knows it clearly,... Zhang Yang doesn't want to make himself more and more like him."

He is not stupid, how could he not know that he is just a substitute beside Si Song, Si Song looked at that man with tender eyes that almost dripped water, but no matter how gentle he was towards himself, it was only after a distance A layer of haze, unable to reach the kind in my heart.

If he is not reconciled, what's the use?

If it wasn't for his resemblance to that person, he wouldn't even have had the opportunity to appear beside Si Song, wouldn't have been able to nest in Si Song's arms, sleep on his bed, and accept his desire and pity.

how ridiculous...

He had to thank Chang Xiyang.

Si Song saw that the man in his arms had obviously weakened, and sighed, "Let's go, go back to the house."

"Won't the prince have a few words with him?"

"Didn't you already say that Chang Xiyang is the third younger brother of this king, why is this king going to join in the fun?"

"My lord! Zhang Yang learned a new posture today, let's go back and try it!"

The young man smiled very brightly, he was like an unpolished ruby, with sharp edges and corners, and a little attractive.

"You are the only one with many tricks." The Second Prince lowered his head and kissed the corner of Zhang Yang's lips, and smiled at him.

Si Song stood up, and Zhang Yang straightened his clothes.When leaving, Si Song seemed to turn his head inadvertently. Chang Xiyang stood on the stage, not only his ears were pointed, but his whole face was dyed pink. Yes, the two will have a wedding.

Mr. Orange's eyes are full of joy and pride that cannot be concealed. He is only a young Huanglong, but he can't resist the golden brilliance and ten thousand miles behind him. He is really eager to tell the whole world, often Xi Yang is his lover.They are going to have a wedding.

Young Master Orange, and Chang Xiyang's wedding.

Everyone in the audience was amazed at first, and then cheered and cheered. Whether they were sincere or pretending, they all put on a look of congratulations and applause.

"Why so suddenly?" Chang Xiyang didn't expect the boy to come up to the stage suddenly and tell everyone these things.

He almost forgot about the wedding. He thought it was just a teenager's joke or some sudden whimsy, which didn't count. He didn't expect this person to remember it until now.

"It's not sudden. I've been planning for a long time. The date is fixed, and the dowry is ready." The little prince went to hold his hand, "I will make up for what I owe you."

When Si Song saw the young prince's piercing smile, he turned and left, but he couldn't see his eyes, and he still had ears.

He could hear the man's smile, the pleasant unconscious panting, and the shy low voice of reply.

On the surface, the wind is calm, but in the heart, it seems that countless bugs are biting.

He still... lost that person?

The door opened, and there was heavy snow outside. The servant at the door sent him off respectfully, and Zhang Yang opened an umbrella to cover him from the snow.

Inside the house, it was peaceful and noisy, with silk and bamboo orchestras, drinking and having fun, and interlacing cups of wine.

"Zhang Yang, this king...is he a good person?"

"What is the prince talking about? Is there anyone better than the prince in the world?"

"That's it." Si Song nodded, and stepped into the soft snow, which was full of snow, leaving only his lonely back.