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Cheng Cheng: When did I ask you to play the redemption game?

Xiaoyu was also taken aback by Fu Xun's reaction, and he looked at Cheng Cheng with confused eyes.

Cheng Cheng shrugged, expressing that he didn't know, he waved his hand and told Xiao Yu to wait outside first.

In the ancestral hall, only Cheng Cheng and Fu Xun were left, but they were separated by a long distance.

Cheng Cheng was in a daze, but Fu Xun's spirit was not normal now, the most urgent thing to do was to appease him.

He took a tentative step forward, but Fu Xun didn't respond, as if he was immersed in his own world.

Cheng Cheng saw that Fu Xun's mood eased slightly, and his voice slowed down again, "I'll take you to see the imperial physician, okay?"

Fu Xun tilted his head like a child, as if confused by what Cheng Cheng said.

He murmured: "Will you still abandon me?"

As he spoke, he nodded while asking and answering himself: "You will definitely abandon me!"

Cheng Cheng felt strange, why did he give up on Fu Xun? He temporarily gave up the idea of ​​exploring, and he shook his head firmly at Fu Xun: "No, Fu Xun. You trust me, okay?"

Fu Xun shook his head, "You lied to me again..." His tone was firm and disappointed, Cheng Cheng was almost driven crazy by him, he had never abandoned him before!

This made Cheng Cheng think of the killer who almost killed him, Mie, and the weird masked chestnut man. They seemed to be talking to themselves, saying that they had forgotten their agreement.

But it never happened, how could Cheng Cheng remember.

Fu Xun's movement of taking a step forward pulled Cheng Cheng out of his thoughts.

Fu Xun approached Cheng Cheng step by step, his expression kept flashing with struggle and annoyance, but he still moved forward step by step, walking firmly, he was smiling.

But this smile made Cheng Cheng feel bitter and sad. Fu Xun said that he would lie to him, but he would still approach him, knowing that he would be deceived and hurt, a love like moths flying to a flame.

Cheng Cheng took a step forward involuntarily, and the distance between the two continued to increase. Then Cheng Cheng caught Fu Xun who was about to fall with both hands.

Fu Xun's frame was bigger than his, and it was a bit difficult to hug him with both hands. In addition to the scars all over his body, Cheng Cheng had nowhere to start. He was afraid that his hands would be too strong and hurt, so he just wrapped his hands lightly around the man's waist. The distance was extremely close, and they looked at each other for a moment.

In the end, Cheng Cheng was defeated. He couldn't stand the sticky eyes, and turned his head to the side. Now he couldn't help but coax a child when talking to Fu Xun: "Go to the imperial doctor to see the wound first, okay?"

"I'll carry you, huh?" Cheng Cheng and Xiaoyu didn't bring their maids here today, and the distance from the ancestral hall to the East Palace might have to be walked by themselves. Looking down, they saw the blood-stained leg and wanted to carry him, but they were afraid It hurt Fu Xun's self-esteem, so he asked tentatively.

Fu Xun nodded, and the tall man consciously withdrew from Cheng Cheng's embrace, and the tears stopped, but it might be because his eyes were very clear because of the crying, with red eye sockets, which made people feel pitiful.

Cheng Cheng knelt down and walked out of the ancestral hall with Fu Xun on his back.

Xiao Yu didn't know what was going on inside and waited anxiously outside. Seeing the son coming out with the prince on his back, her eyes lit up and she immediately followed Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng turned his head and said: "I'll take the prince back to the East Palace, and you go to the imperial hospital to ask for an imperial physician."

Xiao Yu nodded, trotted away.

Cheng Cheng turned his head and saw Fu Xun looking back at the ancestral hall. He was puzzled but turned his head as if he didn't see it.

When the two of them gradually got farther and farther away from the ancestral hall until they couldn't see clearly, Cheng Cheng felt his left shoulder sink, his warm breath fell on his neck, and he flinched a bit.

Fu Xun's voice was painful, as if there was an indelible sadness. He said, "I've never stepped into the ancestral hall before. I keep my filial piety for the emperor's grandmother every day, but I just want to add the mother's share."

Fu Xun's biological mother died early, and even the entire matriarchal family was treated cruelly. Cheng Cheng knew that he didn't need to ask, and silence was the best answer now.

Fu Xun went on to say: "My mother died when I was six years old. In the name of a sinner, I can't enter the ancestral hall. I can't find the plaque for a long time. I don't have the opportunity to be filial on festivals every year, so I I want...to make up for the debt owed to my mother...the queen mother and the emperor's grandmother have left me..."

Cheng Cheng didn't know how to comfort him, even the coldness on his neck made his body stiff, but his heart turned into a puddle of water.

After a moment's pause, Fu Xun buried his face toward his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I only have you, will you leave me?"

Cheng Cheng couldn't help being intoxicated by delivering his whole-hearted dependence, but there is still a line of defense in his heart that pulls him, thinking about his mission clearly, thinking about his identity as a villain, the ending is irreversible...

There was a lot of worry in my heart, but now Cheng Cheng shook his head without hesitation and said, "I won't."

He also wants to abandon the bullshit plot without any scruples!

Fu Xun behind him smiled, a big smile, very weird, like a hunter finally caught his beloved prey, and found the prey's Achilles' heel, smiling very satisfied.

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When the imperial doctor lifted Fu Xun's clothes to check the injury, he couldn't help but gasped. Under the clothes, there was not a single piece of intact skin, and it was covered with dense scars, criss-crossed with bruises.

The imperial doctor couldn't help but tremble when he was applying the medicine, mainly because the eyes of the princess who wanted to kill someone were really frightening.

Cheng Cheng knew about this plot in the novel. The days after the Queen Mother's death were the saddest period for Fu Xun. It was a thorn in the eyes of many people to occupy the crown prince without power, but he couldn't be removed. Self-destruction, when watching this passage, Cheng Cheng's tears wet the pillow, too much wanting to wear books to stand in front of the boy who is still only.

But when he really came in through the book, he thought too much about the mission, instead, he lost his original intention and thought that this was the way Fu Xun grew up, the way arranged by the author, and it was indispensable. With a self-view of God, but Fu Xun is not a paper man now, he is a living person!

Fu Xun's face was buried in the quilt.

Cheng Cheng regretted it very much. What qualifications did he have to decide Fu Xun's life?

Cheng Cheng suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, gently touched the scars with his fingertips, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Xun shook his head, showing half of his face, and said in a cheerful voice, "It doesn't hurt at all if the princess is with me!"

Cheng Cheng thought to himself: What a silly laugh.

The imperial doctor, who witnessed the whole process, shivered with aversion, because he was too old to see these petty loves.

The imperial physician prescribed good medicine and prescribed some medicines. Cheng Cheng asked Xiao Yu to lead someone to collect the reward. Only Fu Xun and Cheng Cheng were left in the bedroom, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Fu Xun's upper body was exposed, his scarred back was exposed to the air, and the butterfly bones protruded. He had a unique war-damaged beauty. Half of his face was exposed from the quilt, and he kept staring at Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng found a stool and sat down. Feeling Fu Xun's naked and fiery gaze, he looked at each other for a second and then turned his head, pretending to look at the layout of the room. Some things looked familiar to him.

For example, a bamboo painting hanging on the wall.

"this painting……?"

Fu Xun's gaze also shifted to the painting, and Cheng Cheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fu Xun: "You painted that painting, and I found someone to buy it at a high price."

The original owner was also very good at painting before, especially landscape painting, and he may not have such a refined taste, Cheng Cheng smiled perfunctorily and prepared to expose it.

But Fu Xun didn't seem to have planned it, but he was excited all over, "Your painting is really beautiful, I like it very much, this painting was bought by someone else at that time, I thought you were going to marry me , the wedding room must be a place for two people to live together, and I need your things, so I bought them back." After talking a lot, I noticed Cheng Cheng's expression, and asked cautiously for a moment. : "Do you not like me doing this?"

Cheng Cheng shook his head, "No, don't think too much." He chatted with the system for a while just now, and was a little distracted.

The system told him: Some things cannot be stopped by Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng really shouldn't interfere with this plot, but he will not regret what he has done for him, even if his ending is to be thrown into Ten Thousand Snakes Cave by Fu Xun.

But so what?In this world, he died of a heart attack a long time ago. Isn't it profitable to live so long now?

Fu Xun's carefully nervous expression relaxed, "That's good." Immediately afterwards, his black eyes flashed with admiration and excitement, and he asked, "Can you draw a picture for me?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Xun hurriedly explained: "Because I live alone all the time, I think this room needs something that symbolizes the bond between you and me. Sometimes I am greedy and have many wishes. It doesn't matter if you don't want to paint." His voice became smaller and smaller, as if he expected Cheng Cheng to reject him, his face was full of frustration.

"No problem, I'll draw for you tomorrow." Cheng Cheng couldn't help laughing, and immediately agreed.

Fetters, this word, he likes it very much.

Cheng Cheng approached, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted his head, "Do you have any wishes? I can satisfy you today."

Fu Xun's eyes lit up immediately, "Really?" Covering his face under the quilt again, he smirked a few times: "It's earned."

Cheng Cheng nodded, but he didn't hear what Fu Xun said later, "What did you say?"

Fu Xun showed half of his red face again, and shook his head: "It's nothing, can you go to the ancestral hall with me tomorrow to observe filial piety?"

"Okay, and you don't have to ask me."

"Accompany me to see the moon every night."

"it is good."

"Stay with me every day, don't ignore me."

"must."

"What you promised me, you are not allowed to forget and go back on it."

"no sooner said than done."

When Fu Xun said this, he paused for a moment.

Cheng Cheng smiled: "That's it? It's not very greedy."

Fu Xun stretched out a finger, and looked at Cheng Cheng's expression while talking, "The last one..."

Cheng Cheng nodded.

"Can you move back from the side hall?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Xun closed his eyes nervously, waiting for Cheng Cheng's sentencing.

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