guilty subject

The black robe, with a dark red border and purple gold, quietly concealed the hostility of the whole body, like a delicate, careless doll.

Seeing An Su lying in his arms and falling asleep, Sen Ran raised his hand to stroke his head.This is not the first time, so it is extraordinarily natural and skillful.The two of them became more and more familiar at some point. At the very beginning, An Su was so defenseless in his arms, and he was really startled. When he reached out to touch his head, his eyes opened, full of joy. The meaning of vigilance and unknown.But now, it was truly defenseless.

Ever since An Su met Sen Ran face to face, he never set foot in other courtyards.Sen Ran is noncommittal about these, he doesn't know what An Su wants to do, even though the physical distance is so close, they have never had a real communication, and they can't use any words to describe the way they get along with each other, which is very strange.

Feeling the delicate touch of hair gliding over her fingertips, Sen Ran looked at her hand that was lifting An Su's hair.Different from An Su's actions, An Su's actions are more of an invisible friendship and casualness, without the slightest pity, even frivolous to the extreme.

But Senran's movements are delicate and gentle, not out of any emotion, but purely because of what he has in his bones.Sen Ran's hand touched An Su's face unconsciously, and there was a delicate touch from his hand, a pampered prince would indeed have this kind of skin.

Lowering his eyelids, Sen Ran was thinking wildly, and the movements of his hands didn't stop, but his eyes were flickering, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the person who was supposed to be asleep opened his mouth to hold the finger that was kneading everywhere, and the tip of his tongue licked around the covered thumb, which was really provocative but ambiguous.

Surprised, he turned to look at the person who was sleeping soundly on his lap, and opened a pair of clear eyes, looking at him with a half-smile.

The emotion in those eyes was something Senran had never seen before.Even though An Su has been staying here these days, apart from drinking a cup of tea occasionally, sitting quietly at the stone table with him, he would also make some unimaginable movements.But this does not mean that after An Su told Senran about the power of the hidden guards, their relationship had any progress.

No, more than that.Sen Ran secretly smiled.This person, even the emperor's elder brother would be afraid, must have considerable strength, just the little hidden guard, maybe not all of his strength.

Sure enough, this time, what An Su said was different from the usual banter, this time the tone was unexpectedly serious, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Let's play a game."

...

The wick gradually couldn't support the weight of the flame, and began to shake. It seemed that two wicks were specially lit because they were afraid that the room would not be bright enough.The two wicks swayed and touched inadvertently, making a "crack" sound.

A strong smell of medicine permeated the small room, as if choked by the strong smell, the person on the couch began to cough violently, and the thin clothes made the ice-white skin look sickly pale.

Xiuyuan stood quietly in front of the small stove for boiling medicine, looked at Senran coldly as if he was about to cough out his heart and lungs, and curled up on the couch in an extremely distorted posture.

It's not that I don't have any ideas, but I'm used to it.I am used to tacit understanding with each other, and I am used to watching with cold eyes.Because both of them knew very well in their hearts that no matter what the cause and fate, the result could not be changed.

Estimating that it was almost time, Xiuyuan slowly poured the medicinal liquid boiling in the casserole into the bowl that had already been prepared on the table beside her.The hot juice overflowed one after another, and they couldn't wait to jump into the bowl, bouncing round pearls.

When Xiuyuan was doing these things, Senran's situation had basically calmed down.He lay quietly on the couch, tightened the thin blanket around him, and watched Xiuyuan do these things.

After Xiuyuan poured out the medicine, he filtered all the medicine dregs again, and then poured it all out. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, making the people who watched it feel like enjoying it.

But Senran, who was lying on the couch, looked at the medicine dregs thrown away by Xiuyuan with pity, and stared at Xiuyuan.

No matter what, Xiuyuan still frowned uncomfortably staring at him.

"So reluctant?"

Senran smiled faintly, and said: "It's just a pity, after all, it is a high-quality medicinal material. If it is taken out, it may save many people."

"Heh." Xiuyuan chuckled mockingly, "So what, no matter how good the panacea is, it can't cure your cough."

Hearing Xiuyuan's words, there was a glint of darkness in Senran's eyes, and he stopped looking at him, lowered his head and whispered softly: "It's useless..."

Although he couldn't hear what Senran was muttering, after all these years of getting along, he could roughly guess what he was talking about.

"Hmph." He snorted coldly before holding the bowl of medicine that was so bitter that it turned black and tasted bad at first glance, and said under the eyes of disgust and accusation, "Anyway, it's a good tonic. , even if the root cannot be cured, it can be supplemented."

This time it was Senran's turn to show a mocking smile on his face, and he murmured again: "It's useless."

Xiuyuan urged Senran to drink down the whole bowl of medicine, and after taking back the bowl with half a drop of medicine juice left, he sighed slowly: "Speaking of it, your cough is strange. "

"That's it." Sen Ran replied indifferently, how could anyone find out about the medicines from the Lin Tian Family in the Medicine King's Mansion.

Xiuyuan glanced at Senran with a complicated expression. He knew that in fact, Senran still had a lot to say.But those things had nothing to do with the overall situation, so he naturally didn't want to ask too many questions.

"Since the cough has occurred again, it is better not to write those troublesome things these few days, just calm down and cultivate for a few days."

In the end, Xiuyuan's earnest words were of no avail, Sen Ran nodded obediently and then forgot everything.

...

In the past few days, An Su didn't come here anymore.

The light rain outside the window was ticking, dripping from the eaves, passing by the window, and finally dripping on the stone steps.

Sen Ran put down the scroll in his hand, and raised his hand to rub the aching eyebrows.

It is said that King Yao's temperament is uncertain, and this situation was also predictable before.

Senran is very clear that it's not that An Su hates herself anymore, but that there is no need to spend time on herself anymore.

He moved his gaze out of the window, narrowed his eyes sharply, then closed them as if giving up struggling, and leaned gently on the back of the chair.

...

"What are you expecting?" An Su asked.

Senran opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word.

An Su let go of the hand that was holding Senran's chin, and leaned closer to his ear: "Remember, anyone is a pawn."

Sen Ran watched An Su's receding back, raised his hand and pressed his lips.

The scorching breath seemed to still exist, and the lips and teeth intersected, making people dizzy.

"Heh." With a sneer, "I don't think I can recognize the medicine from the Yaowang Mansion."

...

The rain became more and more intense, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the simple eaves.

Sen Ran threw down the paper and pen in his hand, pinching the aching brows irritably.Suddenly, he frowned fiercely. He felt that he had done this action before, also on such a rainy day.

Yes, it was on that rainy day.

Sen Ran glanced at the results he had made in the past few days with disgust. The first few pages were not bad, the handwriting was neat and neat, but later on, it became more and more sloppy, and some contents were even crossed. can't read.

Although he glanced at it in disgust, he was reluctant to part with it. He reached out to pick it up and carefully stroked the writing on it.

Huang Pin's paper, the thick ink, has completely dried on the paper, and it is impossible to wipe it off.

On that rainy day, everything changed.

Sen Ran looked at the paper in front of him, pondered for a moment, and finally picked up a pen to write.

Senran once made a bet with Xiuyuan. At that time, a well-behaved and lovable little brother came. They bet whether he could stay or not, and the loser would have to help the other person with homework for one month.

"Since you're betting that he can stay, then I'll bet not." Xiuyuan looked at the child in the hands of the chief steward, and said indifferently.

Sen Ran frowned, looked at Xiu Yuan's casual smile, and said, "Are you so sure?"

"Well, not really. It's just that it's still unknown who will die?" Xiuyuan moved the corner of her mouth, stretched out her hand and nodded her eyebrows, "Oh, don't be so serious, it's just a joke. Whether he stays in the end, or Let's go, it has nothing to do with us, it's just a pawn, hehe."

"Oh, I almost forgot, you are different." Xiu Yuan withdrew her hand, and also withdrew his smile, against the light, blocking Sen Ran's sight of the new kid.

Averting his gaze, glancing at the lines on the sleeves, he just said: "We...haven't reached the age of dancing spoons yet, and we're still very tall."

In fact, neither of them cared so much about the aftermath.And it was Xiuyuan who won in the end. Although the new kid was cute and clever, but his mind was too active, he offended someone who shouldn't be offended, and finally failed to stay.

"Although you are smart, you are not as good as me in judging people." After throwing her homework to Sen, Xiuyuan began to read idle books.

Sen Ran remained silent, although he was naturally intelligent, it was still a bit difficult to deal with the homework of the two of them.

"The battle between people's hearts, heh, it's better to protect you." Xiuyuan murmured to herself, looked at it with a sense of incomprehension, and then turned her eyes to the book.

The author has something to say:

The timeline should not be particularly chaotic, right? Ansu Senran and Xiuyuan Senran are basically two lines, one recalls the present, and the passages beyond the two lines also hint at age.By the way, Senran is about fifteen or sixteen years old, so Ansu's age. .not a big problem

The year of the spoon dance refers to boys who are 13-15 years old.

Of course, because it is a memory, the emotional line between the two is actually quite intermittent, but I like this kind of ambiguity [? 】a feeling of.

But Ansu is a psycho, no doubt hahaha