Evil Love: Clouds Overwhelm the World

If time can change anything, time cannot heal a person's wounds, but it is enough for a person to learn to hide the hideous scars in his heart. Yun Shen in the Qingyan Theater is no longer the one who sits alone at the window and stares blankly. Looking at the young man with fallen leaves, he learned to pander and cover up, and the more he sang, the better he sang. In three years, this thin and small boy grew a lot taller, but he seemed to have aged a lot. Since then It is no longer easy for people to see the scars in his heart in his beautiful peach eyes. He has armed himself so perfectly and wrapped himself in a fabricated shell.

"My lord, the Holy Majesty will hold a banquet in Huaqing Palace in three days, please go." In the study, Prince Cheng flipped through the scroll in his hand, glanced absently at the kneeling man on the ground, and smiled narrowly.

"What am I going to do to celebrate that old ghost?"

The people in the hall were covered with cold sweat on their foreheads. From time to time, they looked up cautiously at Prince Cheng. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, and he put down the scroll in his hand with a smile, "Get up."

Prince Cheng walked around the black carved desk in front of him and came to the man, "Go and fetch Yun Shen back from the Qingyan Theater, and say, I'll lend him back to rest for two days, and you go tell Boss Ma, Yun Shen will stay with me until the banquet in the palace is over, and then I will personally send him back."

"Hey, good master." Liu Quan'er got the order, heaved a sigh of relief, and ran out with trembling body desperately.

"I said, young master Yunshen, you are really blessed. Prince Cheng personally sent someone to pick you up." Before seeing anyone, a voice came in from the door of Yunshen's room. , twisted his body and stepped into Yun Shen's room door, leaned against his dressing table, and said jealously, "Look at your room, there is nothing expensive."

"Hehe, in my room now, you, Xinyang, are the most valuable." Yun Shen smiled and patted Xinyang's side cheek, and went out.

From the day they came to Beijing, Prince Cheng kept him in the Qingyan Theater and never saw him. Although he was puzzled, he was still happy. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the sedan chair, "Liu Quan'er? What's going on outside?"

Suddenly a person broke in, covered his face with a red scarf, and a burst of sweetness came into his head, Yun Shen immediately fell backwards unconsciously.

"I got it, let's go." The man hugged Yun Shen's limp body, and quickly disappeared into the crowd

"Who is this child?" Yun Shen vaguely heard a magnetic voice, the voice attracted Yun Shen with difficulty to open a pair of peach blossom eyes like rice cakes, on the soft couch stood a golden crown standing tall, dressed in a purple shirt The man was lying on his side, his slender and sharp sword eyes lazily staring at the scroll in his hand, the nobility exuding from his body made Yun Shen tremble.

"Your Majesty, this is a humble minister..."

"Yo, I'm really sorry, this kid Yun Shen is not sensible, I've troubled General Aoki to take care of me for a long time." Prince Cheng's voice suddenly interrupted General Aoki's world, and Yun Shen was overjoyed when he heard the familiar voice. Lifting his soft upper body and looking at Prince Cheng, suddenly a purple figure came into view, he turned his head like a machine and looked at the person who had often appeared in dreams for the past three years, unexpectedly appeared in such a vivid way again in front of myself.

General Aoki's eyes were like torches, gleaming with gloom, staring viciously at the smiling Prince Cheng, and saw the man on the bed put down the scroll in his hand, came to Yun Shen, raised Yun Shen's chin lightly with his fingertips, "What's your name?"

"Yun... Yun Shen." Yun Shen was shocked, and then laughed bitterly at himself, how could such a person remember someone like him.

"My name is Murong Yujiang." The corner of the purple shirted man's mouth curled into a sinister smile, and his brown pupils stared straight at Yun Shen.

"Murong...Murong..." Yun Shen opened his mouth blankly but was interrupted by Prince Cheng's stern voice, "There are no rules, how can you call the Holy One by his name directly?"

Yun Shen was stunned by Prince Cheng's sudden anger, and stared at the three people in front of him with wide eyes, he turned out to be the emperor!

"Hey, Aiqing...it's okay." Murong Yujiang lightly stroked Yun Shen's outline. Wherever he went, Yun Shen's body was lit like a ghost, and a burst of soft sounds came from Yun Shen's ruddy lips. The petals poured out.

"My lord, this child has a certain spirituality in opera. I have been raising him at home. Later, I was reluctant to let such a good child be delayed by me, so I sent him to Qingyan Theater to learn opera. This child was originally given to Your Majesty by this minister. I hope His Majesty can accept this gift."

"Oh?" Murong Yujiang raised his sword eyebrows, seeing Yun Shen's astonished expression, "What an interesting child."

Gift? !Prince Cheng, it turns out that I am just a pawn of yours. Yun Shen's eyes gradually filled with tears, and those smart eyes are looking at Prince Cheng in disbelief at this moment, and the expression of that person has never been produced by him. No change, his eyes never lingered on him.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late at night, and the minister will take his leave."

"My lord... don't..." Prince Cheng's back was cold, his fingertips were pointed straight at him, but he couldn't touch him, the door of the upper study was closed firmly, leaving only the shadow of a candle shaking all night, Murong Yujiang held him Throwing it on the bright mattress, he pressed his muscular body on top of it, lightly flicking his fingertips, revealing the milky white skin with loose belts in front of him.

"Uh... let go... let me go...it hurts..." The legs were spread apart to the maximum limit, and the back acupoint was roughly invaded. And into, "ah, it hurts."

Yun Shen was still powerless at this moment, with one hand resting lightly on Murong Yujiang's chest, the other hanging by his side, his slender waist bent backward like a bow.

Murong Yujiang only felt that his lower body was tightly wrapped, and the suffocating pleasure rushed straight to the top of his skull, and his five fingers clasped Yun Shen's waist even more forcefully, "Qing'er...Qing'er..."

This strange name stunned Yun Shen, and the subsequent burst of pleasure made him unable to think too much, "Ah... ah... slow... slow down..."

The man's scorching heat seemed to penetrate him, the intoxicating lingering, two tightly entangled bodies, his legs wrapped around his waist, and he kissing his hair, all of this was as lingering as a dream, without a trace of happiness. Disgust, the great pleasure that had drawn him into this lofty man's lavish dream, yes, a dream.

"Yun Shen, which play are you best at?" Murong Yujiang hugged Yun Shen in his arms, gently stroking the strands of hair sticking to his side cheeks due to sweat beads, his tone was very soft.

""Long Lovesickness"" Yun Shen gently buried his head in Murong Yujiang's neck, took a deep breath, the aroma of ambergris lingered on the tip of his nose, Yun Shen couldn't help wrapping his arms around Murong Yujiang's neck tightly , "Tell me, isn't this in a dream, right?"

Murong Yujiang's lips were sullen, and he turned over and pressed him under him again, "One more time, I'll tell you if it's true."

Yun Shen blushed, was at a loss for words for a while, turned his head away from him with a stubborn temper, Murong Yujiang smiled brightly, turned over and got out of bed, Yun Shen looked at his sturdy figure, felt a little embarrassed, glanced at him quietly and turned his head Buried in bedding.

Murong Yujiang put on his clothes and sat at the desk, "Come here."

After finishing speaking, two court ladies came in quietly, Murong Yujiang flipped through the memorial on the table and said, "I will find someone to take him back later."

"Go back?!" Yun Shen exclaimed, startled himself, shrank back in embarrassment.

"When you become popular all over the world, I will pick you up and arrange for you to enter the music department."

What he said that day seemed like a joke, but it was taken seriously. Yun Shen looked back several times at the man who was waiting to write the memorial. Missing, but it hurts in my heart.

There were still whispers in the cold wind at night, this resplendent and magnificent palace was like a dream of prosperity, several times like this made him wonder whether all this really belonged to him.