Do not kiss the king

Chapter 52

Xiao Luo helped Li Wuyue to the pond in the imperial garden, and saw a golden figure in the pavilion from a distance.

Xiao Luo lightly raised his arm to that side, motioning for Li Wuyue to go over.

But Li Wuyue looked at that figure quietly, a trace of quiet desolation flashed in her eyes.

She supported the heavy hairpin on her head with her other hand, and the hand resting on Xiao Luo's hand trembled slightly.

"The emperor had another nightmare last night."

"Let's go, don't bother him."

Xiao Luo nodded, helped the luxurious lady to turn around, and walked back slowly on the small stone road when she came.

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the imperial garden is in full bloom, and the garden is full of fragrance.

But this scent smells sad.

"What kind of flowers does the emperor like, the flowers and trees in the imperial garden should be changed."

Luo Xiang stood behind Chi Jinnian, half-bent and looking down.

Chi Jinnian turned his face slightly towards the direction where Li Wuyue disappeared, his voice was still steady,

"Don't plant locust trees."

"Others are fine."

Luo Xiang responded, "Hey."

Chi Jinnian withdrew his gaze from that side, and turned to look at the lake in front of him, which was blown by the wind.

"Your sister, I brought you into the palace."

"Just follow the queen."

Luo Xiang's expression remained the same, unchanged.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love."

Chi Jinnian put his hands behind his back, looked at this humble father-in-law,

"You don't go and see."

Only then did Luo Xiang raise the corners of his mouth, still bowing his body,

"Go back to the emperor, I won't be a slave."

"Looking at her alive and well, it doesn't matter if we don't recognize her."

"In her eyes, Nu is already a dead person."

Chi Jinnian paused for a while before continuing,

"The things you have done for me all these years are all for her."

"Forget it now, are you not unwilling?"

Luo Xiang still smiled,

"Your majesty, in my heart, it is enough for her to live well."

"One day when she encounters trouble in the palace, if I can reach out to help her, I would like to thank the emperor for giving me this opportunity."

It's enough to live well...

Chi Jinnian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the air was mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus and fell into silence.

How is that little boy living now?

Would you be happy without him?

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus stopped at the tip of the nose, becoming the fresh fragrance of the little man's hair.

The little boy leaned on his chest, his raised fingertips wrapped around his temples.

Mr. Xiaoqiao was leaning on the window sill of the carriage, and the light from Shangyuan's lantern fell on his picturesque face.

Young Master Xiaoqiao turned his head and called him "Jin Lang".

The pain is deep in the blood vessels and diffuses, no matter how the autumn wind blows, it is separated by the warm skin.

So no matter how long he stood in this pavilion, the pain did not go away.

Chi Jinnian looked away, turned and walked out of the pavilion, and an osmanthus flower brought by the wind landed on the tip of his nose.

He stretched out his hand to take it off, and the little man smiled and said,

"My nose is either sticky to leaves or sticky to flowers."

He also smiled and said,

"It's okay, I'll stick my nose on in the future, and you just take it off for me."

Looking back again, the young master was nowhere to be seen, only a rotten osmanthus flower in the palm of his hand.

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There was a knock on the door, and Ruan Yuan opened his eyes suddenly.

Looking up, the person who pushed the door was not Fang Shiyun.

A lovely-looking girl entered, who looked just like any other human being.

Carrying a basin of water, she came to Ruan Yuan's bed and knelt down, not daring to look up at him.

"Master Ruan."

"The servant is ordered by Lord Fang to serve Lord Ruan to wash up."

Ruan Yuan sat up and looked at her black hair.

All of a sudden, it seems to go back more than ten years ago, when I saw Baguio for the first time.

At that time, she was also kneeling on the head of her bed, her voice was pitifully low.

With a frown, Ruan Yuan raised his hand and landed on top of the girl's head, but stopped.

This is not a human, this is a demon.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away from looking at her.

"stand up."

"Don't call me Master Ruan in the future."

"I'm human, and the rules of your monsters have nothing to do with me."

The girl raised her eyes in amazement, and Ruan Yuan found that she looked about the same age as Baguio.

"Then...what's the name?"

The sight became soft uncontrollably, Ruan Yuan sat down, put his hand into the warm water, his eyes were covered with a layer of gray,

"Call, Mr. Ruan."

The girl put the cloth next to the basin into the basin to wet it, and wiped his hands carefully,

"Yes, Mr. Ruan."

"Are you...a human or a demon?"

Ruan Yuan couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Ruan, this servant is a demon."

Ruan Yuan's eyes revealed a hint of understanding, and he took a light breath,

"I used to be a human, but I have always been a demon."

The girl didn't look up,

"Slaves have been monsters since they were born."

"It's just that it's the most inconspicuous little demon."

Ruan Yuan turned his face to look at her again,

"They're all demons, what's the difference?"

The girl smiled and shook her head,

"Adults don't know, the difference is huge."

"For example, Mr. Fang, his status in the demon world is much higher than mine."

"He is a figure highly valued by that adult, and he can summon a large army by moving his fingers."

The girl said, raising her eyes,

"You mortals, aren't you also divided into three, six, and nine classes?"

Ruan Yuan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his tone was a little shaken,

"Fang Shiyun, she used to be a human being."

The girl nodded, raising an innocent smile,

"Yes, but Mr. Fang has yin and yang blood on his body."

"Only a person with yin and yang blood can become a demon."

"In this world," her eyes shone with envy, "only two mortals can exist at the same time."

"Because of this, people who are bleeding yin and yang and are willing to become demons are more precious."

Ruan Yan sat there in a daze, his thoughts drifted back to the night in the yellow sand, Fang Shiyun put him on the stone steps and said to him,

"If you become a demon, you will have the power to protect you."

Heavy memories hit his chest, Ruan Yuan closed his eyes in pain, frowned, and his heart was bleeding.

Fang Shiyun, for him, became a demon.

The girl was talking to herself, not seeing anything wrong with him,

"My servant also heard that another yin and yang adult has also become a demon."

"It seems to be lying in our courtyard now."

Ruan Yuan opened his eyes in shock, grabbed the girl's slender shoulders with both hands, the bloodshot eyes struggled, sharp enough to kill,

"What did you say?!"

Move your finger, and you can recruit an army...

Then the prince's demon army is...

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The night was quiet, but permeated with a dangerous smell.

Ruan Yuan squinted his eyes slightly, watching the gatekeeper go away without feeling sleepy.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, one leg moved out of bed comfortably, but the other leg was difficult.

Enduring the pain, he propped his whole body on the table and stood up, controlled the sound and moved to the door, stumbling.

He reached out to poke a hole in the window paper, leaned over to look vigilantly, and opened the door with one hand.

He leaned out his upper body, but his vision was blocked.

Frightened climbed up the corner of his eyes, he raised his head and met a pair of serious eyes.

"In the middle of the night, where are you going?"

Ruan Yuan's breath froze for a moment, his lips opened and closed.

Finally, he lowered his head and did not answer.

Fang Shiyun's drunkenness came through the air and hit the top of her head.

Ruan Yuan turned around stubbornly, dragging the leg that couldn't walk, and went in bit by bit.

Fang Shiyun's gaze fell on his lap, and it instantly dimmed a lot.

He slammed his hands back to close the door, stepped forward, grabbed the little boy's arm abruptly, picked him up and threw him on the soft quilt amidst the boy's exclamation.

"square…!"

Before Ruan Yuan finished speaking, his jaw was suddenly grabbed.

The moonlight penetrated through the gap in the window and fell on the horrible eyes in front of him.

Terrifying, but also covered with paranoid affection.

Ruan Yuan stared wide-eyed, until his eye sockets were dry.

Danger ran up his throat, and before he could make a sound, a warm lip came up to enclose his lips, rough but controlled the strength.

The old friendship took root and sprouted, and more than ten years later, it was exchanged for a tough kiss.

Tough enough to kiss the bleeding marks.

Fang Shiyun was pushed away, her lips were dry and sore, but her eyes were vivid.

"Fang Shiyun!"

The little boy came over with a palm, and there was another palm mark on his cheek, which was next to the terrifying whip mark, shining brightly.

"mean!!!"

"You dare to move one of my fingers again..." Ruan Yuan had tears in his eyes, but his eyes were fierce, shaking the sky with determination, "Even if I can't get out, I will burn this place..."

"with you…"

"perish together."

Fang Shiyun put one hand on his bleeding lip, stained with blood, and put it down again.

"Yuaner, why..."

"I have loved you for more than ten years, more than ten years..."

He suddenly broke down in tears, grabbed the clothes on Ruan Yuan's shoulders, lowered his head and cried hysterically.

"I really...really..."

"I want to be with you...for the rest of my life...I want to be with you...to grow old..."

"why why---!!!"

Ruan Yuan closed his eyes, tears finally fell down in grief, but fell silently on the quilt.

"You broke your oath first."

"We, can't go back."

Fang Shiyun raised her head suddenly, tears flowed more violently than him,

"It's not that I want to break my oath!!!"

"Then Lian Junqiu... hanged me and forced me to marry..."

"His father... put a knife on my father's neck, Yuan'er, tell me what to do... what can I do!!!"

"I've never loved anyone... Yuan'er..."

Fang Shiyun was crying, but raised one hand tremblingly, before stroking his face, she retracted it under Ruan Yuan's dazed gaze.

"sorry Sorry…"

"As long as you don't leave, I will never touch you again, okay..."

His heart ached from the whip marks on his face, and Ruan Yuan's chest began to tremble violently.

He tried his best to swallow the sobs into his throat, grief surged up, and he suppressed it again, trying not to cry out.

"go out."

He stopped talking, turned his head, and didn't even look at the embarrassed person until he left the room.

Wrong, all wrong.

But this is life.

Chi Jinnian has long been burned in his heart, and he can't even scratch it off.

When will his lord come to pick him up?

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The author has something to say:

The author: "Fang Shiyun! Let go of Yuanyuan!" [Screaming]

Chi Jinnian: "Go to hell——" [draws the sword]

Fang Shiyun: "I didn't do anything..."

Ruan Yuan [cries]