"Yu Wenyong?" Zi Mo felt that this person was not a master who could pretend to be slapped by someone, so he approached and picked his eyelids, but he still didn't move, and then he got closer and leaned on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, but there was no movement at all!

"Yuwen Yong!" Zi Mo raised his voice and didn't believe that the dignified Emperor of Zhou, Yuwen Yong, would die of such a fate, Yuwen Hu was alive and well, how could he die like this?!

A hand restlessly moved from Yu Wenyong's right chest to the left, and then cautiously turned his face sideways to the man's chest, and sure enough, this person was born strange, and his heart was actually born on the right side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and Zimo's head was getting closer, so the rhythm of the heartbeat became faster and faster, like a drumbeat, about to jump out of his chest.

"What are you doing?。。。。。。 If I didn't win on it, I wanted to prepare a sneak attack while I didn't know what to do?" Yu Wenyong had just woken up, and the man's face was close to his chest, so intimate that Yu Wenyong gasped, they are enemies, even if they are in trouble together at this moment, but he Gao Changgong doesn't need to care about an opponent so much.

And he was cramped as he approached his chest, he had always been calm and composed, how could he have been like a deer, his breathing became short, he began to worry that if he continued like this, a mouthful of hot blood would gush out of his throat, and his chest was hot, which made his face redder as dead ashes. raised his hand and wanted to remove Zi Mo's head, but a sharp pain accompanied his movements, and he snorted.

Zi Mo turned his head and saw that the red blood stains were flowing down from Yu Wenyong's arm, the golden thread was extremely sharp, and when he grabbed the metal thread with one hand to save Zi Mo, he was actually cut to the bones.

Tearing it off, Zi Mo generously pulled the hem of his robe to bandage Yuwen Yong's wounds, and said: "When did we become enemies? Did I rob your windmill when I was a child, or did I carry the black cauldron of killing the Emperor of Zhou to cover you? Or am I now blocking the way of His Majesty the Great Zhou Emperor Yu Wenyong to dominate the world?"

"You don't have to argue with me like this, you and I are destined to be opponents, even if this is not my intention, but after all, the situation of this fight cannot be changed. I'm Yuwen Yong。。。。。。 Yu Wenyong looked at Zi Mo's face in front of him, which was suddenly enlarged, and suddenly his heart was covered in cold sweat, no, he was about to pop out!

"You。。。。。。 The tongue was knotted, Yu Wenyong looked at Chang Gong's eyes, which had been magnified several times, and felt that the eyelashes were about to poke his face, it turned out that this person's eyes were as clear as a clear spring, and in there, there was his own face. The tip of his nose was about to hit a piece, and Gao Changgong actually turned his face slightly, and took a deep breath, Yu Wenyong didn't know why the beautifully shaped lip flap made him roll his Adam's apple unconsciously, and his body tightened.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zi Mo explored this Yu Wenyong, who was obviously so drilled that he couldn't do it himself, and wanted to beat him up again so that he wouldn't have paranoia of being killed, but seeing that his face was pale and his lips were dry, Zi Mo's outstretched hand turned from a fist to a crooked finger and flicked heavily on the man's forehead!

His forehead suddenly ached, and Yuwen Yong roared: "What are you doing?!" Holding his forehead with one hand, it was already red.

"Whew。。。。。。 I knew that you, the emperor, had done such misery, and I shouldn't have left by myself. Yuwen Hu is so suspicious, thinking about you, the emperor, will not be easy. Don't be so nervous, not everyone wants to harm you, if it weren't for you leading the troops to commit Qi Jing, I wouldn't be your enemy. Zi Mo sat down next to Yu Wenyong against a wall, his whole body was in pain, he fell from such a high place, and it was good luck that he didn't break his hands and feet.

"Hmph, what can you Gao Changgong know about me? Do you know that if I make a mistake day and night, it will be a place of no return?! You see how my eldest brother died, he died for me! He died for my Zhou Guojiangshan!!How can I let him die in vain!" Yu Wenyong slammed his fist on the ground beside him, so his other hand also bled out, but he didn't even frown. How can a person who dares to gamble with his life not be familiar with pain?! He Yu Wenyong is already bloodless and tearless, just like the eldest brother entrusted before he died. For the king, he can be ruthless and abandon thoughts that should not be, and no one can influence his direction. If the one who wavered was himself, then he would cut off all his hesitations, leaving only one of his invincible selfs who could dominate the world.

Zi Mo turned his head to look at Na Yu Wenyong, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were condensed, and there were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth. I was gloomy in my heart, but I really didn't know what I could help, so Zi Mo stretched out his finger and came to Yu Wenyong's lips, wanting to help him wipe the blood stains clean.

Yu Wenyong turned his head to dodge, and then grabbed Zimo back by pressing his shoulder, and rubbed it with his fingertips, wiping the red blood stains on the chapped lips.

"The heavens will descend on the Si people, you must first work hard and work your muscles and bones, you Yuwen Yong will be able to show your ambitions to dominate the world in the future, and the pain of the past should be honed, and it will not be in vain. Zi Mo comforted him.

"Heh, you can think about it, don't you Gao Changgong have the ambition to dominate the world?!" These words were originally a comfort, but from this Gao Changgong's mouth, it made Yu Wenyong feel quite uncomfortable, and approached and said, "It must be you who are competing with me for the world, and you are the only one who is worthy of being my Yuwen Yong's lifelong rival! Could it be that you still look down on me?" his eyes were angry, Yu Wenyong didn't care that his hand was bleeding, he clasped Changgong's hand and dragged it on his chest, his eyes darkened, and the gurgling blood in his palm meandered down Zi Mo's wrist.

"I'm just a little prince, how can I have the qualifications to compete with you, the emperor of the Great Zhou, for the overlord of the world?" Yu Wenyong, you hold me up too high!" Zi Mo shook his arm, but Yu Wen Yong still didn't move and refused to let go, and even became very anxious when he heard the words, leaning forward and shouting hurriedly, "If you are not qualified, no one in the world will have this qualification! Why, I have such a wish, why do you refuse to treat me as an upright opponent?!" In a stalemate, Yu Wenyong actually used brute force to push over, Zi Mo leaned back, and looked at the face of the person above who was greatly pressed, and Yu Wenyong didn't notice that such a posture was too embarrassing, as if he was in a daze, and let his body press heavily on Zi Mo's chest.

"Yuwen Yong!!" Zi Mo suddenly deflected the direction of his face, so the exhalation of the person above sprayed hotly on his white and slender neck, and the knee was topped, the man let out a muffled snort and relaxed his strength, so Zi Mo deftly rolled out from below, and when he got up, he saw Yu Wenyong's face pale and curled up with his stomach covered.

"You regard me as an adversary, and you should also distinguish the current situation! I can run and walk, but what about you? I hurt my arm, and I see the blood at the corner of your mouth, I should have suffered internal injuries, you 。。。。。。 Zi Mo didn't feel anything yet, but now when he talked about this internal injury, he was suspicious for a while. The two fell together, and it should be him who was seriously injured, why did Yu Wenyong vomit blood instead?

Hurriedly helped Yu Wenyong, who was in a cold sweat, to sit up, and asked, "What's wrong with you, why are you so badly injured?" Zi Mo saw Yu Wenyong gritting his teeth as if he was in extreme pain and refused to say anything, so he looked around and found that there was a blood mark on a coffin in this tomb, Zi Mo turned Yu Wenyong's back, and sure enough, there was a wound that was sticky and made the robe red.

"Did you fall on top of that coffin? No, you and I fell from the same place, you weren't the only ones who fell on top of that coffin, you 。。。。。。 Zi Mo suddenly remembered something, some of the pictures flashed away, thinking it was a dream, but now it was clear. Yuwen Yong hugged him tightly before touching the ground, flipped the direction, and then used his body to cushion underneath. Zi Mo's eyes were dark before he saw the coffin, and the blood spit out from Yu Wenyong's mouth, there should be blood splashed on his face.

This is not a dream! Zi Mo raised his hand to wipe his face, and sure enough, there were blood marks on the back of his hand that had been wiped off his face.

"Why don't you say that you are so seriously injured?!" Zi Mo was very annoyed for a while, he wanted to pick up Yuwen Yong on the ground, but this obviously underestimated the height of this kid, so he hurriedly squatted down and carried Yu Wenyong on his back, there is no water and no medicine here, he should think about going out first, and the time to speak was delayed for some hours, this kid was injured like this and pretended to be fine, he was almost deceived by him!

Zi Mo hurriedly turned around in the tomb to find the exit, Yu Wenyong was still shouting to let him down, but then he was so painful that he couldn't speak, and when he walked out of the tomb, his head hung on Zi Mo's shoulder.

"Yuwen Yong, what are you talking about, Yu Wenyong?" Walking between the dim and long tomb corridors, Zi Mo turned around and called Yuwen Yong uneasily, this arrogant person didn't react for a while, which really made Zi Mo anxious.

"Don't scream, I hear my ears hurt。。。。。。 After a long time, Yu Wenyong replied softly.

Zi Mo let out a long sigh of relief, lifted up the person on his back, and comforted him: "I am familiar with this underground tomb, my subordinates are here to pass through the secret passage, although it will take some effort to go around, but this road is all open, if you hold on, I will definitely find the exit! You can't die!"

"Huh. Yu Wenyong raised his eyelids with difficulty, leaned on Zimo's shoulder and smiled softly, "I said where did you get this helmet, it turned out to be snatched from this tomb." You are a dignified prince of Lanling, and you even want dead people's things。。。。。。 There seemed to be something in his back that had pierced into his abdomen, and Yu Wenyong was actually breaking out in a cold sweat when he moved, but he didn't feel relaxed for a while. It seems that because he is dying, so a lot of things that should be carefully thought about and planned can be put aside first, and it seems that because there are dead people here except for the two of them, no one wants to harm him, no one is watching him, only this Gao Changgong is looking for a way behind his back, so he is more like the original Yuwen Yong. This man was his most difficult enemy to deal with, and the person he trusted the most in his heart, which was paradoxical, but surprisingly logical.

"What is this, I have always had no taboos。。。。。。 Why are you in so many cold sweats, am I walking too fast?" Zi Mo wanted to distract Yu Wenyong as he spoke, and looked back at his face, the color of earth gray, not too good.

"No, I can hold on, it's just that no one has carried me for a long time, and my brothers would carry me to play cavalry games when they were young, and at that time, it was really good。。。。。。 Yu Wenyong was really hurt a lot, and he muttered such soft and sad words, which made Zimo feel a little melancholy for a while.

"Then I'll carry you more, it's your brother who is carrying you, anyway, I'm two years older than you。。。。。。 ”

"You're not my brother, don't let me repeat that. Yu Wenyong on his back suddenly sank, interrupting Zimo's self-inflicted affection.

All right...... No, it's not. Zi Mo snorted, he was not uncommon to have such a moody brother! The tomb was stuffy, and he didn't know how long he had been looking for his way in the labyrinthine tomb, and finally saw the secret passage that the dog had opened before, Zi Mo wiped his sweat and was overjoyed, and shouted that he could go out! But when he looked back at Yu Wenyong on his shoulder, he had already fainted and lost his reaction.

It was still dawn when it fell, but out of the tomb was a sky full of stars. Zimo put Yuwen Yong on the grass by the stream and used the leaves to catch some water for him. Seeing that the blood on his back seemed to be overflowing, he recalled that it should be his knee that made Yu Wenyong's broken bones inserted, and when he entered the abdominal cavity, his heart suddenly went up and down, and he became an ant on a hot pot. He and Yu Wen Yong are life and death on the battlefield, but if Yu Wen Yong is accidentally injured by him and loses his life in his hands, how can it be good? ! Zi Mo remembered that there should be some dried herbs on his body that Murong Chong had used to treat his wounds before, so he turned over Yu Wen Yong's body, undressed him, and treated him.

Dressing the medicine to correct the bones and then binding them firmly with dry branches, this kind of broken bones he has encountered many by himself, and now it is easy to help people get it. It's just that this Yuwen Yong doesn't know where the internal organs are broken, he doesn't know, the internal injuries are mysterious, and he can't cure the bleeding of the internal organs, so he has to quickly let Zhou Jun find him and take him back for treatment.

After pouring a few more sips of water into Yu Wenyong, he coughed and came to his senses.

"Great! You're finally awake. Zi Mo was elated.

"We're out?" Yu Wenyong felt that those eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky, and his smile dazzled him.

"Well, I have to find a farmhouse to settle you, and let someone go to Nada Xiwu to take you back!" Zi Mo said as he picked up Yu Wenyong and continued to walk down the mountain, he vaguely saw the light of candles in the forest.

"Gao Changgong, you don't have to take care of me like this。。。。。。 Wouldn't it be better if I died. Yu Wenyong suddenly said frustrating words, and let Zi Mo turn his face to look at him in confusion.

"I let you die like this, didn't everything I did in the Xuanshu Hall be in vain? Isn't there a credit for you Yuwen Yong to be the emperor, although others don't know, but I know it in my own heart, you say, can I let you die easily?!" Fang was still arrogant in the tomb, but now he said such depressing words, how can he be worthy of your brother?!" Zi Mo continued to walk down the mountain, the summer breeze was refreshing, and it made people feel a lot more comfortable.

There was the fragrance of wisps of mountain flowers in the wind, and the smell of the man who was almost unpleasant. It's just as faint, it's the same that makes people sink into it and have no defense.

Chang Gong's hair gently rubbed Yu Wenyong's cheeks, and the man on his back seemed to be tired, and slowly leaned on his shoulder.

"I'm eighteen, I'll get married when I go back。。。。。。 ”

Zi Mo was stunned for a moment, looked back, and then said with a smile, "Congratulations to Your Majesty, but I came out in a hurry today, and I didn't bring any gifts to give, so I will make up for it later." ”

。。。。。。 Yu Wenyong turned his face slightly, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were sad that he couldn't let go, twisted his brows slightly, and said, "I don't want you to send a congratulatory gift, I just want to tell you that I have had a crush on me a long time ago, but it is impossible for me to be with him。。。。。。 Yu Zhen, getting married will never be for any feelings. Because I don't deserve to talk about any feelings。。。。。。 ”

"Your Majesty's sweetheart will be sad that you sacrifice yourself like this. ”

"My life is not my own, let alone any feelings。。。。。。 Yu Wenyong's voice was muffled, and he buried his face in Zimo's hair.

"Your Majesty didn't say this to me for a congratulatory gift, so what is it for?" Zi Mo asked.

"In order for you to help me remember the love that made me fall in love at first sight and probably never forget for the rest of my life. This kind of longing is too lonely, I don't want to hide it alone, and if you know, I feel that this affection will not be erased. One more person will help me remember, and I won't forget each other。。。。。。 After he finished speaking, Zi Mo felt that his hair was sticking to the back of his head, thinking that the wind was blowing and he didn't take it to heart.

Yu Wenyong raised his head slightly, his eyes were wet, then closed his eyes and kissed the man's hair gently, small tears rolled down his face very delicately, and then slid into the flying green silk. The wind quickly dried the traces, and when Zi Mo put Yu Wenyong on the bed of the peasant at the bottom of the mountain, His Majesty the cold-faced Zhou Guo was doing everything as usual.