Why does King Zhenbei always bully me?

"Tell me about it, I want to hear it." Seeing that Su Qinghe didn't answer, he asked again.Huo Chiyuan gently rubbed the tip of his nose, every time he rubbed, there were layers of inexplicable nostalgia.

Su Qinghe raised his face and stuck to it, fascinated, but couldn't understand him.Raise your eyes to meet his gaze, very close, it is now.He thought, whether it should be broken or not, it needs to be broken, and it must be broken cleanly.

This is a difficult knot. Even if he does it all over again, Huo Chiyuan's death still cannot be thought about or brought up.That bloody family letter was a nightmare that Su Qinghe had tried to get rid of for several lifetimes.In the days after that, I was dead but alive, alive but dead, and I couldn't tell the difference anymore.

Not as good as The Walking Dead.

After defeating Chisha, the corpses lay in the wilderness, and there were no bones left.Every word is in the heart, every sentence is deep into the bone, and now I still have lingering fears.

He was afraid.

Before everything started to strike, he wanted to rush out, even if he was alone, he had to resist.If we can level the weeds on the way, if we can pave a clean road, we will meet Huo Chiyuan again.

Whether it's three years or five years, as long as Huo Chiyuan is alive, it doesn't matter.

Today he wants to kill Chang Xian and replace him with Su Qinghe.

"What do you take me for?" This was a question, but Su Qinghe didn't ask it anymore, it was more like talking to himself.He is Su Qinghe, so he doesn't want Huo Chiyuan's love for Chang Xian.

The answer, it doesn't matter.

He raised his hand, stroked Huo Chiyuan's face carefully, and slowly, little by little, pulled into the distance between each other.It's so close, everywhere he touches is the smell of Huo Chiyuan, it's so familiar.Su Qing and his well-founded grievances made him want to cry, when this clear smell enveloped him softly.

Once again, Su Qinghe was overwhelmed by what he called the taste of freedom. Even now that he is free, he still can't stop.

It was Huo Chiyuan who he was madly infatuated with in the two lifetimes, he was his obsession itself.

Su Qinghe closed his eyes, with nostalgia, mixed with reluctance, and resolute at the same time.He doesn't want to be rational anymore, he wants Huo Chiyuan.

"Hold tight, A Yuan..." The final ending overflowed from the nasal cavity, teasing the hearing, tempting to indulge.Huo Chiyuan didn't understand him either, he didn't understand his strangeness, and he didn't understand his unreasonable love.

That's all, they will have many years, just the two of them.Thinking of this, he ruthlessly rubbed the person into his arms, hugging him tightly.

All Wuhua Tianbao is nonsense, he doesn't want it.Only the things he hugged and kissed were rare treasures.

He hid something, and he wanted to talk it over with Su Qinghe.

He opened his eyes again at dusk three months ago.

He burned three sticks of incense on the ancient cold road where thousands of wronged souls were buried, worshiped his god, bowed his head to be Su Qinghe's follower, loyal supporter and prayed for his god to live forever.

The scalding breath sprayed all over his face, Huo Chiyuan made up his mind at this moment, what he wanted to say was blocked by Su Qinghe when he wanted to speak.

There is no need to say anything now, just enjoy yourself.

The black curtain fell, and the clothes were all over the place.Huo Chiyuan wanted to look at him, and he didn't want to miss every expression of love for him.

Su Qinghe sat kneeling, wiped a layer of red on his knees, a drop of sweat slid down his delicate chin, along his long neck, slid down his delicate skin bit by bit, skipped his hair, and dripped into the silky brocade quilt .

"Look at me," Huo Chiyuan held his waist and whispered in his ear, "Hey, look at me."

Su Qinghe heard it in a daze, lowered his head, and obediently opened his affectionate eyes condescendingly. His curled eyelashes were wet in two or three clusters, and his eyes were filled with hazy mist.

Huo Chiyuan seemed to be waiting for this moment, telling him over and over again in his ear, "I love you, love you so much, I love you so much..."

The knee that was originally flushed was scratched at some point and was stained with blood. Su Qinghe didn't care about the pain and didn't pay attention to this place.In a trance, he heard the other party say again: "Let's not separate, okay." The voice was deep and very pleasant.

Su Qinghe was deprived of oxygen, had short-term tinnitus, and could not hear clearly.The hand pinching the opponent's shoulder loosened, and he stroked Huo Chiyuan's hot face, which was also covered with beads of sweat.Su Qinghe was laughing, he was more certain than ever that Huo Chiyuan was his now.

Su Bai's fingertips went all the way down, tracing his obvious jawline until pinching his chin.

Huo Chiyuan raised his head in cooperation, looking at the appearance of the person he loves the most, looking at Su Qinghe's indifferent and misty eyes, filled with gurgling love, and in these loves, only he is involved.

The tails of the eyes are pink, like delicate flowers clustered against the warm sun, more like a trap for seductive mud feet.Huo Chiyuan is willing to drown in it, waiting for Nirvana, waiting for a suffering to come to an end.

It is obviously the wine that was drunk yesterday, but today's people are drunk.Su Qinghe didn't care, he let himself fall in this hot and humid, tenderness.

He is sober, so he understands better.

In the middle of winter, where the snow is tormenting the wind, all things will be revived, and all the fresh green before March in Yangchun will disappear.Before the dust settles, any reunion will be inconceivable.

Even so, he pampered himself one last time.Stay tenderly in Huo Chiyuan's arms, a little longer, a little longer.

For a long time, Su Qing and Wuli leaned on each other's shoulders, lying softly on their stomachs.

"I'm going out for a while, would you like to come with me?" Huo Chiyuan caressed Su Qinghe's face carefully, coaxing him to take a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat.

"No, I'm tired." Su Qinghe said hoarsely, unwilling to move.

Huo Chiyuan lowered his head in a funny way, rubbed his little head on his shoulder, and said softly: "Blame me, blame me, I'm tired of you."

Huo Chiyuan remembered his scraped knee and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Su Qinghe shook his head, but said, "It hurts so much." He didn't want Huo Chiyuan to worry, but also wanted him to coax himself.

"It's my fault," Huo Chiyuan said as he went to find ointment for him. This little thing is very delicate, and the wound will not heal for a few days without applying the medicine.

After everything was settled, he tightened the quilt for Su Qinghe, and hugged him to lie down like a child.Thinking that he was asleep, when he got up to leave, a white hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt and firmly grasped his sleeve.

Su Qinghe poked his head out pitifully, the pink at the end of his eyes did not dissipate.

"What's wrong?" Huo Chiyuan sat down again and touched his face, "Changed your mind and want to go with me?"

Su Qinghe propped himself up and shook his head. He leaned over and hugged Huo Chiyuan's waist, rubbing against Huo Chiyuan's waist with great reliance, "I can't sleep without you. Stay with me for a while longer"

It was still early, and Huo Chiyuan was not in a hurry, and took Su Qinghe into the quilt, and said with a smile: "It's like a new wife's first day of entry, she is very clingy."

"You don't like it?"

Huo Chiyuan shook his head quite earnestly, "I used to think that being sticky and greasy is so annoying, whoever dares to pester me like this will definitely tell him to roll as far as he can." He took a breath, and immediately let it out again, "However, there is always an exception to everything. I think you can stick to me, you are willing to stick to me, you only want to stick to me."

Su Qinghe scoffed, "You seem to be talking about love."

Huo Chiyuan laughed: "I'm speaking from my heart."

"What you say in your heart is really like the rhetoric of a client in a brothel."

Huo Chiyuan: "Nonsense"

Su Qinghe turned over and sat straddling his waist again. He was wearing thin clothes. Huo Chiyuan didn't know what he was going to do, so he wrapped the quilt around him.

"No more knee pain?" Huo Chiyuan lifted him up, just applied the ointment, don't rub it again.

Su Qinghe didn't move, just hugged him tightly, buried his head in his neck and closed his eyes without saying a word.Only by holding him like this can he believe that Huo Chiyuan is, really, by his side, and that Su Qinghe is possessing him.

Huo Chiyuan stroked his back gently, with a sense of comfort, and asked, "What's the matter?"

After a while, Su Qinghe said: "You said you love me just now, why do you love me?" How can you say you love someone you have only known for a short time.

Su Qinghe didn't wait for him to answer, and then asked: "Love everyone, or just love me. How long will your love last, one year, two years, or just for a moment on the bed."

"Your question is very tricky." Huo Chiyuan rubbed his chin against the back of his head, feeling helpless: "What do you mean by everyone, I only have you, now and in the future I will only have you."

Su Qinghe: "Why love, and why is it me?"

"It's hard to say, I'll tell you later."

Su Qinghe sighed lightly, without being entangled, nodded clearly, and said: "Come back early. Come with me early."

Only Su Qinghe understands the true meaning of his word "early".

Huo Chiyuan hugged him, but said: "Don't go, I will accompany you now."

Su Qinghe: "I'm very sleepy. Or, you wait until I fall asleep. When I wake up, you will probably be back."

Huo Chiyuan's heart was so soft that he kissed Su Qinghe's forehead, Su Qinghe looked up at him pitifully, as if he was about to cry again the next moment.

Little pitiful cried enough today, how could Huo Chiyuan be willing to say, "I'll be back soon. I'll take you home."

Su Qinghe was thinking in a trance, which family it was, it would be fine if it was the palace, in this life he wanted to go back to that house in the north of Zhenbei with Huo Chiyuan, and avoid Cangqing City far away.

He nodded obediently, let go of Huo Chiyuan and lay down again. He was really tired, and he breathed evenly before Huo Chiyuan left.

In the past two hours, the North Street of Cangqing City, it was dusk at Xu time.

Today can be described as the busiest day since the "fifteenth floor" was built.

A few months ago, Boss Hua on the [-]th floor hired a highly skilled luthier called Mr. Fengle.It was played on stage three months ago, but I didn't expect to attract countless dignitaries to watch it.Those who were lucky enough to hear it were full of praise, and it became a god after passing it on and on.

Unexpectedly, this Fengle young man was like a flash in the pan, after he appeared on the stage once, there was no news for three months.Now I heard that Mr. Feng Le has reached the fifteenth floor again after three months, and he will perform on stage tonight.

Ordinary people come here after hearing the news, seeing the rich and expensive cars parked in front of the gate on the fifteenth floor, watching from a distance, they can't stop clicking their tongues.I've never seen such a scene before, I'm afraid there are quite a few people from the palace.Today's [-]th floor is different from the past. You can't get in if you have money to buy a ticket.

They don't have the ear to listen to the fairy music.

At the gate on the fifteenth floor, Rong Xun was handsome in a brocade blue robe, holding a white fan in his hand, and he stepped in first.Followed by a black-clothed guard, his face is solemn, although he is a man, there is an indescribable beauty between his brows.

They booked the private room on the second floor, and Song Shiying, who was seated in a plain blue shirt, arrived later and entered the private room on the second floor.

"Song Jijiu" Rong Xun's eyebrows and eyes were refined, he closed his white fan and pointed to the seat opposite, "Sit."

Song Shiying sat down and said, "Your Highness, you don't have to be polite, just call the official's name."

Although he is the Imperial College Jijiu, he is not as old-fashioned and old-fashioned as others think.Twenty-five years old, handsome in appearance and elegant in manner.There is a faint edge between her brows that is incomparable with her elegance, and she likes to drink and listen to the piano the most.

Today, I have postponed many things to go to Rong Ji's appointment, and it is also because of this young master Fengle.I heard a song by accident a few months ago, and I can't forget it again.

After that, he often came to the fifteenth floor but never saw Mr. Feng Le on the stage again. He secretly regretted that Mr. Feng Le is here again.

When Song Shiying heard that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince actually recognized this young master Fengle, he was so excited that he wanted to ask him to recommend him.Song Shiying looked downstairs, there were people coming and going, and the performance would not start for a while, so he asked, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince also likes the piano?"

"Of course I like it," Rong Xun casually shook his fan, and continued, "However, I only know a thing or two."

Song Shiying: "I don't know how Your Highness met Young Master Fengle?"

Rong Jin smiled and said: "Coincidentally, he helped me when I was lost, and he became familiar with him after coming and going."

"If Song Jijiu is interested in Young Master Fengchen, let's have a drink together after he gets off the stage." Rong Zhen said, "Compared to Song Jijiu, I'm a piano idiot, and you and Fengle are definitely better than me." We can talk."

"Where is your Highness, this qin idiot is not the other qin idiot." Song Shiying said with a smile: "In this case, we are all friends, don't use bureaucratic accents, just call me Shiying."

"Then, call me Yanjin"

As the two talked, they saw a man holding a paulownia harp stepping onto the high platform.The white clothes are fluttering and flowing, and the white gauze bamboo hat is on the head, covering the face.Even if he couldn't see what he looked like, just this calm and elegant demeanor made people feel like a fairy.

Mr. Fengle knelt and sat on a low table, with a paulownia qin in front of him, his narrow and slender fingers holding the surface of the qin, his black hair flying down.

The dancers came onto the stage one by one, and the music of the piano began to dance.When playing the piano, knead gently and twist slowly, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes strong and sometimes soft, with cadence and setback, and the lingering sound lingers around the beam.The music makes the dancer in the pool look like a neon fairy, dancing gracefully, twirling her sleeves, extremely charming.

With a smile in his mouth, Rong Jin turned his eyes back from the high platform, but saw Huo Chiyuan sitting on the other side, feeling puzzled.

Never heard that General Zhenbei also has such an elegant mood?

Huo Chiyuan also saw Rong Bao with his lowered eyes, nodded with a smile and turned his gaze back to the high platform.Looking at it, he couldn't help frowning.

Song Yu was originally dancing with the dancer, and was enjoying it when he suddenly noticed that Huo Chiyuan's eyes were in the wrong direction, and when he followed his gaze, he was looking at the luthier on the high platform!Unable to help worrying in his heart, he said to Huo Chiyuan: "Cousin, you are not really masculine, are you?"

Although the two Chang Xian in the mansion acted a little bit closer, it didn't really explain anything, after all, Chang Xian was born well, and it's human nature to love beauty.

But what is it now, instead of looking at the beauty, he stared at a male luthier without even turning his eyes.

"What's wrong with the good man?" Huo Chiyuan didn't care, glanced at him, took a sip of tea, "Do you have an opinion?"

"I dare not have it, but my aunt..."

Huo Chiyuan stopped him, "My mother only said to bring a filial daughter-in-law back, did you mention men and women, filial piety is enough. You don't understand what that means?"

"Take it out of context!" Song Yu turned his face back to the high platform, and said, "You like Mr. Feng Le? At first glance, this back looks like Chang Xian. The body is immortal, but if you can't see the face, don't be afraid of that." Under the veil is a terrifying face?"

"Superficial! If you study hard for a few more years, you won't end up judging people by their looks." Huo Chiyuan teased, "Why don't you go back to Zhenbei to study for a few more years while you're young?"

Hearing this, Qiao Feng hooked his lips and held back his smile.

Song Yu was not happy, so he glanced at Qiao Feng, "Don't laugh! You're not rude. The first thing you see is the appearance, otherwise, how can there be so many surprises? Love at first sight? If I say Chang Xian is Damn, if it's a woman, I'll let my mother go to his house to propose marriage! And what's the matter with you seeing a man who loves another man! But he's a man, it's a pity."

Song Yu couldn't help shaking her head: "In the future, if you get married, cousin, you should marry someone who looks better than him. Chang Xian has made my eyes tricky, and I'm afraid I'll be angry with you."

Qiao Feng couldn't help interjecting, and asked, "Why is Second Master's daughter-in-law being angry with you?"

Song Yu sighed inscrutably: "Qiao Feng owes you to my cousin for seven or eight years, and I haven't figured out what his virtues are. Huo Yuanzhen didn't pick good-looking ones since he was a child. Look at Wuzhi Jinghong, Even war horses are beautiful! This virtue has ruined me too. When I see ugly ones, I always compare them with good-looking ones. You said that if Huo Chiyuan's future daughter-in-law is not as good as Chang Xian, ask me to make this comparison. Don't you want to be angry with me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Huo Chiyuan squinted at him.

"Young Master Song, the second master didn't come here specially to listen to the music." Qiao Feng said, "Don't blame the second master." He turned to Huo Chiyuan and said, "The Seventh Prince and Song Jijiu were in front of each other. Arrived. Second Lord, if, as you guessed, His Highness the Seventh also secretly paved the way for himself, we changed Yan Wenbo's letterhead that day, and in vain became a stepping stone for His Highness the Seventh."