After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

Xiao Yunyan subconsciously wanted to chase him out, but was nailed to the spot by Xiao Yiheng's words: "Yunyan, for the family banquet tonight, father, queen and mother are still waiting for you, where do you want to go?"

Yeah, where does he want to go?

He and Chu Jingrong have reconciled, aren't they determined to have nothing to do with each other?

Why is it that after three years of separation, when he came back, he tried not to pay attention or look sideways, but because of that person's eyes and back view, all his efforts would be in vain.

Jing Rong is afraid of pain, how could he hurt him?

Xiao Yunyan's complexion was a little pale, and he felt that he was really hopeless!

Standing in the hall with his head down for a long time, he finally turned around and slowly sat back at the desk. Xiao Yunyan raised the jug and poured it into his mouth. Unfortunately, the fruit wine was light, no matter how much he drank, he was still extremely sober.

The sound of intertwining bones, that bluish-white swollen wrist, and that man's ashen gaze made Xiao Yunyan feel like a knife was twisting his heart.

He would rather bear all the pain by himself, than let it fall on Chu Jingrong, let alone the harm he inflicted.

Chu Jingrong returned to the palace with the wine, it was already late at night, Qingwu was just about to fall asleep, and before he had time to turn off the lights, he heard unusual movements outside the door.

Could it be that the son is back?

Today is the day when the prince’s class teacher returns to the court. The young master has been looking forward to this day for three years. Today, when he sees someone who misses him day and night, he must spend time with the prince to relieve the pain of lovesickness. It stands to reason that he should not come back at this time. , Qingwu even made preparations for Chu Jingrong not to return all night.

Putting on a casual robe, Qingwu pushed open the door and went out, it has been winter for several days now, the ground is still covered with a layer of unmelted snow, the biting cold wind blows into the neck, making the frozen person shiver.

Qingwu searched around in the courtyard, and finally found Chu Jingrong covered in snow behind the wisteria tree, with a crooked wine jug at his feet.

He curled up into a ball, lying in the ice and snow, his exposed fingertips were red, his face was pale, and his blood had long since disappeared.

There seemed to be blood oozing from the palm, staining the thin snow beneath him red, and the slender wrist made the swollen wrist bones stand out.

The glazed lantern held by Qingwu fell to the ground with a 'bang', he rushed to Chu Jingrong's side, took off his outer robe, and put it on his young master.

"Young master, what are you doing? Why do you want to humiliate yourself like this?"

If he hadn't heard the movement and ran out to check, would the young master plan to lie under the tree all night?In such a cold day, people will die.

The wisteria is dead, no matter how much you miss it, it can't be saved. Could it be possible for it to germinate and bloom again if you guard it every night?

Qingwu wiped his tears angrily, but he couldn't do anything to his young master?Isn't the prince already back?Why does the young master still torture himself like this?

"Erro...?"

Chu Jingrong was unconscious. He drank too much wine and was dizzy from the cold. He felt a little warmth in a trance. He thought it was Xiao Yunyan who came to look for him, but he tried to open his eyes to look, but found that it was Qingwu. The light in his eyes instantly shattered.

"My lord, let's go back to the house. What's the matter with your palm and wrist?"

Qingwu's heart aches to death, is his son afraid of pain?Who is so bold and capable?Can it hurt Chu Jingrong?

Looking down at his weak wrist, Chu Jingrong smiled sadly: "Xiao Yunyan did it."

"What... what? How could the prince do that?" Qingwu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why not?" Chu Jingrong's long eyelashes were covered with crystal frost, and Xiao Yunyan's peach-colored lips, which he had dreamed of day and night, were already pale and white at this moment.

As if his heart had been broken, Chu Jingrong was deeply numb, lowered his head and murmured: "He broke my wrist for Liu Mingmei."

Qingwu didn't know how to react anymore!

So, the prince really did all this?For a Liu... a name he had never heard of?Hurt the son?

"My lord, is that really the prince? Could it be..." Someone pretended to be?

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, because Qingwu also felt that this idea was absurd. In broad daylight, who would have the guts to pretend to be Prince Xiang of the Great Zhou Kingdom?

However, when Chu Jingrong heard this, he seemed to grasp the last straw to save his life. He grabbed Qingwu's sleeve robe, raised his head and responded eagerly: "Yes, he is not Xiao Yunyan, no."

His face suddenly collapsed, Chu Jingrong gritted his teeth and deceived himself: "I will die as Yunyan, and I will die as my Erlang on the battlefield. The current Xiao Yunyan is not my Erlang."

No, that person is not, his Erlang would not treat him like this, how could a person who would feel sorry for himself for a long time even if he accidentally tore off a hair for combing his hair at the beginning, how could he break his wrist with his own hands? ?

Although he didn't want to admit it, Chu Jingrong knew in his heart that it was Xiao Yunyan, the fake Xiao Yunyan.

The only change is that that person no longer loves him and abandons him...

Chu Jingrong couldn't accept this result, so he would rather lie to himself that the Xiao Yunyan who loved him died on the battlefield...

"Qingwu, it was this hand that hurt him back then, so, so... You said he was holding grudges against me, and that he was doing this to punish me?" Chu Jingrong asked cautiously, with a hint of humbleness mixed in beg.

Before Qingwu could answer, Chu Jingrong seemed to have figured out something, and his eyes suddenly turned hard.

Could Erlang forgive him as long as he chopped off his hand?

Then he doesn't want this hand anymore, he only wants Erlang to come back.

Looking around, Chu Jingrong stretched out his hand to grab a sharp stone on the ground, then closed his eyes, and ruthlessly plunged into his palm.

For a moment, blood spattered everywhere, and the sharp edges and corners of the stone directly pierced Chu Jingrong's palm. Because of the pain, his hands and arms convulsed uncontrollably.

All this happened so fast, Qingwu had no time to stop it.

"Young master." With a scream, Qingwu's liver and gallbladder burst, but before he could take any action, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and fell limply to the ground.

Xiao Yunyan's tall figure appeared behind Qingwu, he beckoned to call the guard at the door, it was none other than Wang San.

The prince is away, and the emperor's master has the final say in this palace. Under Chu Jingrong's intentional or unintentional connivance and promotion, Wang San is now the head of the palace's guards.

After receiving Xiao Yunyan's signal, Wang San hurriedly ran in, picked up Qingwu, and sent him to the side room.

After Wang San left, Xiao Yunyan took a step forward and gently grabbed Chu Jingrong's wrist.

There was uncontrollable distress and grief in his eyes, Xiao Yunyan couldn't figure out why Chu Jingrong did this?

He has been obedient and has nothing to do with what this person said, why does Chu Jingrong still not let him go, why does he still torture him?

In the middle of the family banquet, he finally couldn't control himself and ran out. After returning to the palace from Chu Jingrong, Xiao Yunyan leaned against the courtyard wall, listening to the sounds in the courtyard.

He didn't dare to come in, didn't dare to meet each other. After breaking his wrist, he gritted his teeth and put it on.

Xiao Yunyan wanted to know how much he hurt Chu Jingrong, he didn't do it on purpose, Chu Jingrong was a disciple of Guigu, he couldn't kill people without a reason, he didn't want Chu Jingrong to break the precept.

But in the end, he was the one who hurt him, and Xiao Yunyan did not excuse himself for this.

Seeing Xiao Yunyan's figure suddenly, Chu Jingrong thought he was hallucinating again.

Thinking that this person hurt him because of a quack daughter, and thinking that this person didn't give him a single look during the whole dinner, Chu Jingrong was angry and hated, he withdrew his hand and slapped Xiao Yunyan on the face.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to see my joke? Get out, I don't want to see you, I don't want to see you at all."

Chu Jingrong's palm was still dripping with blood, because his body was limp and weak due to drunkenness, this slap hurt but it didn't hurt, but it left a bloody handprint on Xiao Yunyan's side face.

Chu Jingrong began to regret after beating the man, fearing that Xiao Yunyan would really leave, he staggered two steps forward, hugged Xiao Yunyan's waist, and buried his head in the man's generous chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to, don't go, don't abandon me."

Xiao Yunyan's heart ached so much, he didn't push Chu Jingrong away, but lightly put his arms around Chu Jingrong's waist, walked under the wisteria tree, bent down and picked up the wine pot that Chu Jingrong had thrown under the tree root.

"Stretch out your hand." Xiao Yunyan frowned and whispered.

As if knowing what Xiao Yunyan was going to do, Chu Jingrong shrank his shoulders in fear, hesitated for a while, and stretched out his intact hand.

"Another one."

Bai Teeth clenched his lower lip, but Chu Jingrong didn't respond for a long time. He hid his blood-stained hands in his sleeve robe, and shook his head lightly.

Xiao Yunyan had no choice but to reach out and grab Chu Jingrong's hand. Then he unscrewed the lid of the jug, poured wine on the wound, and cleaned up the debris from the bleeding flesh.

It hurts, it hurts too much, even though Xiao Yunyan's movements were as gentle as possible, Chu Jingrong still hurts badly.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his temples twitched, Chu Jingrong struggled desperately, refused to cooperate, and kept crying out for pain.

"Don't move!" Xiao Yunyan's eyes were bloodshot, annoyed and hated.

Why do you know it hurts?Chu Jingrong, are you torturing yourself or me?

I can't even bear to touch you with a finger, but you are willing to stab yourself with a knife, why are you so cruel?Be cruel to others, and be cruel to yourself!

Chu Jingrong was stunned by the roar, and forgot to resist for a moment.

"Are you attacking me? You bastard, how dare you attack me?" After reacting, Chu Jingrong yelled back at Xiao Yunyan.

Xiao Yunyan before had never spoken to him in such a harsh tone, he should have coaxed himself, and he changed his voice to coax himself nicely.

Unable to bear this kind of grievance, Chu Jingrong's eyes turned red. He has always had revenge.

With his hands restrained, he lowered his head and bit Xiao Yunyan's protruding wrist.

It didn't hurt at all, it seemed that the man was childishly venting his dissatisfaction, Xiao Yunyan didn't move, and let him bite, for fear of hurting his teeth.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Yunyan threw away the flagon with the other hand, took out the golden sore medicine from his bosom, and carefully sprinkled it on Chu Jingrong's palm.

After three years of fighting abroad, it is inevitable that he will be injured, Xiao Yunyan never leaves his golden sore medicine, and it is just in time to come in handy.

After finishing all this, Xiao Yunyan tore off a strip of clean cloth from the hem of the inner lining of his robe to bandage Chu Jingrong's wound.

But Chu Jingrong still bit him, it was really inconvenient, Xiao Yunyan sighed softly, stretched out his hand, two fingers got into Chu Jingrong's lips, stuck on the man's slightly sharp canine teeth, Xiao Yunyan stuck to Chu Jingrong In Jing Rong's ear, he softly coaxed him: "Let's go, bandage it, and your hands won't hurt."

Chu Jingrong's eyelashes trembled, as if he was being tempted, he opened his mouth lightly, leaving a light tooth mark on Xiao Yunyan's wrist.

After bandaging the wound, Xiao Yunyan wanted to send him into the house, but it was too cold outside, even if he was surrounded by him, Xiao Yunyan could still feel that Chu Jingrong was shivering from the cold.

Shaking his head, Chu Jingrong refused to go back. He grabbed the lapel of Xiao Yunyan's chest with one hand, raised his head and asked him, "Tell me, do you like that...that Liu Mingmei?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yunyan frowned, wondering why Chu Jingrong asked such a question?

He didn't have that kind of thought for Liu Mingmei. All his affection and tenderness were given to one person, and he was no longer able to love another person.

Seeing that Xiao Yunyan remained silent and did not respond, Chu Jingrong thought he had acquiesced, and felt distressed for a moment as if he was about to die. Chu Jingrong refused to accept it, and asked in a broken voice: "What do you like about her? Answer me, what do you like about her?" ?”

His eyes were moist, and the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes instantly condensed into ice. Chu Jingrong's eyes were dazed, and when he glanced over, he looked a little silly.

"Do you like that she can dance?"

"I can do it too. Don't watch her dance, watch me dance." As he spoke, Chu Jingrong pushed Xiao Yunyan away, took two steps back, and spun on the spot as if making up his mind.

The blue silk fluttered, the clothes fluttered, and it was just a simple rotation. In Xiao Yunyan's opinion, it couldn't even match the world's most brilliant Jinghong Dance.

Perhaps the descended Luoshen should not be a woman, but a man.

Chu Jingrong drank too much, and after spinning a few times, his head became a little dizzy, he staggered a step, and almost fell, but was grabbed by Xiao Yunyan, who had quick eyesight and quick hands.

Nervously grabbing Xiao Yunyan's sleeve, Chu Jingrong tried to excuse himself, trying to convince Xiao Yunyan.

"I haven't learned it before, so I can't dance well. You like to watch, I can learn, you know, as long as I want to learn, I can do my best, so... so..." Don't look at others, okay? good?Can you just look at me?

The second half of the sentence was not spoken, Chu Jingrong was very flustered, he raised his head and wanted to kiss Xiao Yunyan, but Xiao Yunyan turned his face sideways and avoided it.

Chu Jingrong became stiff, and before he had time to ask Xiao Yunyan why he didn't want to kiss him, Xiao Yunyan hugged him tightly. The man's arms exerted strength, as if he wanted to rub him into his blood.

In a corner that Chu Jingrong couldn't see, Xiao Yunyan showed a ferocious face, and his eyes were full of bitterness and pain, which was the pain inflicted by Chu Jingrong himself.

Chu Jingrong, stop doing this, please, stop tempting me.

He died once before finally deciding to let go. If this continues, he is afraid that he will lose control of himself and pester Chu Jingrong again.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have come back, and he shouldn't have come back from the border.

Xiao Yunyan overestimated himself too much. Chu Jingrong was like a poppy, so beautiful that he couldn't refuse him at all. Whenever he saw Chu Jingrong, he couldn't help but want to love him and love him.

If the entanglement continues, the day when the rumors spread, this person will be in trouble again.

So, he can only leave, he must leave.

The author has something to say:

The dog is so gentle~

He really loves, loves, and only loves Chu Jiaojiao~

Never hated, just want to love but dare not love!