Lord, don't be too arrogant

he.

When he thought of this for the first time, he felt that there must be something wrong with him. The prince always has a cold and serious face, how could he be like Huairou who is gentle and loves to laugh?

Huairou smiled with crooked brows and would act like a baby to him, telling him, Senior Brother Yue, when I learn this trick you won't be able to beat me.

I will care about him, Brother Yue, remember to wear more clothes when it is cold.

I will feel sorry for him, Senior Brother Yue, Master has been too strict with you recently, look, the bruises here are not healed.

……

Huairou has never shown her status as princess, she is the first person to treat him with equal eyes.

So, I unconsciously had that humble thought, even if... there is a glimmer of hope, to be by her side for the rest of my life, even if I just look at her.

He knew that Huairou also liked him.

The five years when he studied art with Wang Ye and Huairou were the happiest days in his life.

But in the end, in the end...he still lost her. When he found out about this situation, she had already married into the Eastern Wei Dynasty. Perhaps her life would be worse than death, but even his humblest thoughts were completely shattered. .

And all of this is because of him!It was because of him! !

For the first time that thought came to his mind, he wanted to kill him! !

That day, at the master's gate, Yue Jiansheng angrily challenged him one-on-one.After cutting his arm, he just said a word, and his swordsmanship has improved a lot.It's just too hasty.Afterwards, he was beaten helplessly.

And he saw Luo Fan coming out of his room in the early morning of the second day...

They're...together...

Why.His heart will be so painful that even his soul is trembling.

He suddenly realized that he was still the beggar with nothing.

He was drunk for the first time, so drunk, his footsteps drifted like the time he was beaten many years ago, he couldn't control himself, and then he fell in front of Songmozhai's door.

Supporting him with one hand, he looked up at him.That face is still beautiful.

That night, he talked a lot of nonsense, he didn't even know what he was talking about, crying and laughing, he tore his clothes, and called his name...

On the second day, Huangfu Qingcheng was by his side, his eyes were very clear, and he could not see any color of confusion.

younger brother.Do you regret it?

I do not regret……

In this bureau, who is... messed up

After that day, he started to hate him.He couldn't help hating him, he wanted revenge on him, he made him lose everything...

Originally, he wanted to torture Luo Fan, but he soon realized...the prince doesn't really love him.

Luo Fan is smart and transparent, like a perfect work of art, which makes people want to hold it in their hands and collect it carefully.

However, he doesn't love him.

He couldn't help but think, is the prince's heart made of ice?Does the prince really know how to love someone?When the prince loves someone...will it hurt?

finally.He got close to his side thoroughly and gained his trust.But he never got what he wanted most.

For so many years, as long as he closes his eyes.It seemed that he could see Huairou, and when he opened his eyes, Huangfu Qingcheng was beside him again.

This kind of love-hate relationship was so tormenting that he was going crazy.

However, what he has been dreaming of all this time, this Lu Yao who appeared out of nowhere, got it!

He didn't understand, what's so good about Lu Yao?Nothing but good looks!

Wen is not as good as Luo Fan, martial arts is not as good as him, and even his height is so short!

The prince is so obsessed with him, for him... to let go of everything!

He really couldn't take it anymore.

Fortunately, for so many years, he has been looking for an opportunity, and it finally came.

He told the emperor that he only wanted his life.As long as he is still alive, he can...torture him...humiliate him...

In this conspiracy, he has been acquiescing to something, watching something, and he is looking forward to the moment when he falls from that unbearably cold height.

He ruined Lu Yao's face, triumphantly imagining the expression of shock, disappointment, fear and heartache at the moment he saw it, but...no, nothing.He is still so calm, how can he not care!How could he not care! !

He is so ruthless and cold-blooded!How could he feel that he resembles Huairou!

My lord, then, at this moment, let me cut open your heart completely, and see if it is filled with ice or not!

The cold sweat on Huangfu Qingcheng's forehead grew more and more, Yue Jiansheng knew that Hua Gong San had already started.At this time, he must have collapsed from pain all over his body, and he will no longer have the strength to fight back.

Yue Jiansheng picked up the sword and stabbed at Lu Yao viciously.

He wants to kill Lu Yao, and in front of him, he wants to take off all his disguises!

Lu Yao screamed and dodged to the side, Yue Jiansheng's first sword missed and hit the table.He drew out his sword, Lu Yao was so frightened that he wanted to rush out of the door, he swept the wind away, and Lu Yao fell to the ground, he followed up, drew his sword and stabbed again...

With a sound of rubbing the ground, the blade pierced into the flesh, Yue Jiansheng was stunned, he pulled out the sword tremblingly, at that moment, blood gushed out from Zijin Panlong's clothes.

"My lord... my lord...you!" Yue Jiansheng's mind went blank at that moment!

In the end, he still has to protect him!Why! !

Lu Yao struggled to get up, his hair was disheveled, and he looked embarrassed. He held Huangfu Qingcheng in his arms, and pointed at Yue Jiansheng tremblingly, "You are wrong!! Yue Jiansheng!! From the very beginning! You were wrong!!"

What was wrong... Where did he go wrong...

Looking around in a daze, he suddenly saw the endgame on the table... the game that Huangfu Qingcheng had been watching before...

His pupils suddenly tightened!

Mutiny, hidden lotus, Hua Gong San, chess game...

I see! !

He was really... dead wrong! !

Chapter [-] of Luo Fan. Memories

Yue Jiansheng finally understood why Huangfu Qingcheng didn't feel heartbroken when he saw Lu Yao's face destroyed.

Why was he able to drink that cup of Hua Gong San without changing his expression?

Why did he say he couldn't remember clearly when he recalled what happened to Huairou.

That endgame... facing the seat of the carved red sandalwood chair, the chess pot on the right hand side contained white stones! !

And Huangfu Qingcheng, he has always only held sunspots when playing chess with others!

This is him, take advantage of the opportunity!

So this person...he is not Huangfu Qingcheng at all!But there is only one person who can pretend to be Huangfu Qingcheng, so that even he is temporarily confused - Luo Fan! !

At the beginning, when he saw Yinlian, he should have thought of it. He never left Yinlian, why did he fall into Lu Yao's hands again, and they haven't even seen each other in the palace for a month. Pass.Therefore, that day, the person who sent them to Xiaoyue Villa was not Luo Fan, he was the real Huangfu Qingcheng! !

On that day, he seized the last chance, not only escaped, but also created a perfect illusion, deceived everyone, and turned against the general!

The mutiny... Why did the emperor's scheduled date suddenly come a day earlier? Today... something happened, and the ending was destined to be different from the original plan.

Now, Heizi is already in Huangfu Qingcheng's hands.

However, there are some things that he still can't figure out. In the past month, Huangfu Qingcheng has left early and returned late. With his skill, it is very difficult to follow him.But when he was in the palace, he and Luo Fan were under his nose all the time. Because of his status, Luo Fan had never been out of Beiting Palace, and Cao Fu was watching him, and they said every word.Nothing can escape his ears, and everything he does cannot escape his eyes.Then how on earth did he arrange everything quietly?

Luo Fan struggled to sit up from Lu Yao's arms, and leaned against the door frame.He looked at Yue Jiansheng who was already pale with astonishment.

"Don't move..." Lu Yao was at a loss, trying to press his wound in a panic, and the blood gushed more and more, dripping from his fingers.

Luo Fan smiled faintly, "Don't hug me, the lord is jealous, he sees...ahem...it's time for you to quarrel again..."

"Luo Fan... Luo Fan... why do you save me? Where is the prince, he will come over in a while, and you will be fine soon!" Lu Yao was so anxious that he wanted to cry.

"Yeah, it's almost time...cough cough" Luo Fan gasped, the poison of Hua Gong San was corroding his tendons, even though he didn't have martial arts himself, he still felt the pain to the bone marrow, and this poison, The sword that passed through the heart vein is rapidly penetrating into the blood.

Luo Fan only felt the blackness in front of his eyes.He didn't know when the prince would come, or even if he would come, but he couldn't die yet.He wanted to hold Yue Jiansheng back.

"Yue Jiansheng, you know, I have always envied you," Luo Fan looked up at him with a smile, "You have so much freedom, you can always do what you want, but...you dare not ..."

He knew him well, from the first day he entered the palace, he noticed this wild boy.The way he looked at the prince was too hot, in the first few years.He didn't quite understand the feeling until later.He himself gradually began to look at Huangfu Qingcheng with this kind of gaze...

When he first took over the internal affairs of the palace, Yue Jiansheng was always at odds with him. He liked to provoke him. He always made trouble on purpose or raised objections to the work he assigned. He always had to spend a lot of thought on how to settle him down. .

That day, as usual, he was caught by Yue Jiansheng when he passed the board room where the servant lived.He was only ten years old at that time, and Yue Jiansheng was already 15 years old, more than a head taller than him. Because he often did rough work, his body was healthy and strong, so he was beaten up without any suspense.

He curled up on the ground in embarrassment, feeling