Every word is affectionate.

It's just that when the old words were inscribed, I was in love with them, and now I am dotting with new ink, and every stroke is unspeakable suffering.

Gu Nan raised his eyes to look at Yin Cheng'an, who looked as usual, but his eyes seemed to be shrouded in black mist, covering all the bright colors in them.

There is no need to say the pain in my heart, but I can still cling to the words of the old man to give all the warmth and firmness.

The tenderness of the heart.

Gu Nan lowered his eyes, pulled his hand out of his warm palm and wrapped it around Yin Chengan's neck, his voice slightly choked.

"I wish to be good with you forever, but my life is thin."

Nine words were the last words Gu Nan said in the middle of winter this year, and then he fell into a coma for a long time, and the Tai Hospital tried his best to barely use the decoction to hold Gu Nan's extremely dilapidated body.

Three months later, the New Year arrived, and the entire Miyagi was covered in red.

The New Year's Festival is still festive, and the fireworks in the city tower are still bright, but the young man who once stood beside the emperor with outstanding grace lingered on the sickbed in the happiest world of the year, and suffered a lot of pain.

He is rarely sober now, Yin Chengan entrusted the affairs of the DPRK and China to Yin Chengxiu, and sat on the edge of the bed all day long, holding Gu Nan's hand, with deep eyebrows and eyes.

His heart was bleeding and no one could see it.

Gu Nan didn't see the last fireworks on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and time passed, the ice and snow melted, and the branches were new green, until the peach blossoms in the Taiji Hall turned into the color of the first sight in the spring, and Gu Nan still didn't wake up.

He had lost weight for a long time, and he was covered with a wide quilt as if he was going to disappear in the next second. Yin Chengan stretched out his hand to caress Gu Nan's pale cheeks, and suddenly thought that when he saw Gu Nan for the first time, this person was standing among the plum blossoms with a light smile in a plain cloud shirt, noble and graceful, and his demeanor was outstanding.

At that time, he was the son of the most unfavored concubine in the Taiji Palace, forbearance and humility, but he had the best gentleness in the world.

Now he is the incomparable Son of Heaven on the throne of the Nine Dragons, unmatched, and the person who gave him gentle redemption from the deep palace is leaving.

No one knows how much I like you.

So no one knows what I'm feeling right now.

The fingers attached to the pale face couldn't help but tremble, and they tried their best to suppress it for a long time, and finally slowly moved down to hold the pair of slender and thin hands, and kept writing a name in the palm of the hand.

Gu Nan.

Gu Zhi returned.

I don't ask you to be beautiful, I don't want you to be resourceful, I just want you to stand in the spring and smile at me as before.

Even if there is nothing.

The plum blossoms in the hall were dazzling, and Yin Chengxiu in the hall held Gu Nan's head and lowered his head, and gradually a cold liquid was stained on the back of Gu Nan's hand.

Yin Chengan has cried three times in his life.

For the first time, it rained heavily in the Taiji Palace, and the blood spread down the white jade steps, and he hid in the corner with his young brother in his arms and watched in horror, letting the cold rain blur his eyes. At that time, in addition to despair and paranoia in his heart, the only thing he thought about was to ascend the throne of Kowloon in the future, wash away the grievances of the Taiji Palace, and look up at the world.

The second time, sad and desperate, he was redeemed by the clear-eyed boy with the most tender embrace, he hugged the boy and cried until he was hoarse, thinking about the despair and grievances that had been up and down in the palace for many years, the mood of protecting his younger brother and the indescribable humble self-blame.

The third time, he held the young man's hand in the warm spring light, and let the cold wet his arm, but his heart was numb like never before.

He gave Gu Nan all the affection in this life, and he no longer had the heart to mourn for himself.

The color of the plum blossoms outside the window has slowed down by three points, and February has come to an end, and March has begun.

Gu Nan woke up halfway through March.

When he woke up, the spring light outside the window was just right, and he saw plum blossoms through the window, vaguely still the same as before.

Seventeen years ago today, Gu Nan raised his footsteps into the Taiji Palace, the spring was warm, and the old man was clear.

Today, seventeen years later, Gu Nan is lying weakly on the chaise longue, the plum blossoms are like yesterday, but his fate is relative.

He looked down at his hand, which was so pale that it was almost transparent, and smiled bitterly.

After lingering on the sickbed for so many years, it is still coming to an end.

Suddenly there was a sound of broken porcelain in his ears, Gu Nan raised his head and looked at the door, the young man in Xuanfu was standing there, his expression changed from joy to sadness and returned to calm, many feelings were hidden in his indifferent eyebrows, deep and sad.

I used to sit on the edge of the bed in despair and look at my face, expecting the other party to wake up.

Now the person in my heart sits there laughing, and I know what it means to be miserable.

The corners of Gu Nan's mouth barely curled: "Cheng'an, come here." ”

Yin Chengan stepped forward and knelt down, looking up at Gu Nan's eyes, Gu Nan reached out and stroked his cheek, and his voice was difficult: "I haven't had a good rest recently, and I'm always disobedient." ”

The young man didn't speak, his dark eyes were so deep that Gu Nan didn't dare to face it, he turned his head to look at the plum blossoms outside the window, and sighed softly for a long time: "Seventeen years, plum blossoms are still so good-looking." ”

Yin Chengan nodded silently, reached out to hold his hand, and silently clenched.

His wrist hurt a little, but Gu Nan didn't move, let him hold it, and smiled slightly for a long time: "The spring is just right, I want to try Danqing, Cheng'an, take pen and ink." ”

Wen Yan, Yin Chengan looked up at him, a faint light flashed in his eyes, he got up and turned his head, and the robe slipped past the back of Gu Nan's hand, soft and cold.

Soon, the young man who had gone out before reappeared, and there was an extra set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his hand.

Mahogany table, Qinghe inkstone, black ink stroke, little life.

Gu Nan rolled up his sleeves and held a pen in front of the table, his wrist flipped, and the Taiji Hall rendered by ink jumped on the paper, but what he drew was not the appearance in front of him, but the scene he saw when he first walked into the Taiji Hall seventeen years ago.

Plum blossoms, boys, stone tables, sketching on paper, Gu Nan put down the brush and looked at it for a moment: "It's just difficult to describe the charm of plum blossoms." ”

The hands of the young man beside him, hidden under the sleeves of his wide robe, could not help but tremble.

Parting gentleness is the most heart-wrenching.

Many times, remembering is to take a sharp blade and engrave a name in the softest place in the bottom of the heart, until the blood is drenched and there is no possibility of healing.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the red that was about to surface, and leaned over against Gu Nan's cheek with the most gentle appearance: "No, it's beautiful." ”

Gu Nan smiled, opened his mouth and just wanted to speak, his throat suddenly itched, he hurriedly turned his head, and when he looked up again, a little red appeared on the rice paper.

It happens to be sprinkled on the plum tree part, and it is gorgeous.

Yin Chengan's eyes hurt, and he half knelt beside him to gently and meticulously wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, his lips trembled for a long time, and he opened his mouth in a low voice.

- "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Gu Nan looked at the outstanding plum blossoms above in a daze and was silent for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand to Yin Chengan: "Take me back." ”

The body rose into the air, and was soon covered by softness, Gu Nan leaned on the bed to look at the plum blossoms, turned his head, and his eyes were gradually blurred by tears.

In the afternoon, Yin Chengqing and Yin Chengxiu entered the Taiji Palace.

Gu Nan was very happy to see them, and smiled and asked them to sit down, his eyebrows moist.

The two sat down according to their words, and there was nothing unusual on their faces, but in a place where Gu Nan couldn't see, their nails pierced into their palms.

Wushuang Valley, Gu Zhi returns.

It's a name that has been in their lives for many years, and now they can only watch it fade away.

The heart is bitter, but the face is not visible. Yin Chengqing smiled and told Gu Nan about the scenery and interesting things he had seen in the north and south of the river over the years, and deliberately played with the little prince, making Gu Nan laugh many times. At the end of the words, Yin Chengqing gently held Gu Nan's hand and said, "There are still many beautiful scenery in this world, Gu Zhiyi, you must go and see it." ”

Gu Nan whispered yes, his voice trembling slightly.

The little prince smiled coquettishly and said that he must take me, and when he turned around, his eyes quietly reddened.

Seeing off Yin Chengqing and Yin Chengxiu at night, Gu Nan suddenly fell down and vomited blood.

Yin Chengan held him in his arms and kept wiping away the blood, and the despair and sorrow in his eyes were so thick that he couldn't dissolve.

The head of the Tai Hospital knelt outside the hall, but he was not called for a long time, and the people of the Taiji Palace stood silently with their heads down, silent.

Everyone knows that this assistant to the king for seventeen years, Gu Zhi, who is the best talent of the emperor, can't stand it anymore.

It was late at night when he regained his consciousness again, the Taiji Hall was brightly lit, and Gu Nan opened his eyes in Yin Cheng'an's arms, and his eyes were blurry.

He moved, and a gentle kiss fell on his brow, and the young man's voice was gentle: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Gu Nan smiled, raised his eyes to look at his side face, and said softly: "Cheng'an, play a tune for me." ”

Yin Cheng looked at him quietly, reached out and took the bamboo flute from the side and put it to his lips.

In a moment, a clear voice slowly rose in Gu Nan's ears, gentle and gentle.

- "Good Night".

I wish to be a good knot and spend a good night with you.

Three thousand prosperous are not counted, and they are affectionate and shallow.

Gu Nan closed his eyes and listened quietly, the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.

The sound of the flute stopped, and the warm hand gently wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, Gu Nan did not open his eyes, reached out to hold the hand that was attached to his cheek, and said softly: "From now on...... Let the Peerless Valley be hidden. ”

"Then you will go to the time of the white head and send me a plum blossom every year, okay?"

Yin Chengan's fingers moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "...... Good. ”

Gu Nan moved his hands up and pressed against the other party's chest, feeling his heartbeat, for a long time, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked: "Cheng'an, now that the night is dark, the scenery outside the window is not very clear, I suddenly want to see plum blossoms, go and help me break a branch in." ”

Yin Chengan's eyes were instantly rendered in pain, his hands trembled violently, and he stood up gently.

The plum blossoms outside the window are scorching, and even if they are shrouded in the night, they do not hide their color.

Gu Nan lay on the couch and watched him go out, closed his eyes, and seemed to have entered an ethereal dream.

In the dream, it was the spring of March, he stood in the plum blossoms with the picture scroll and smiled lightly, the green silk was like ink, the smile was warm, and he was still the same as the scorching appearance of the year, looking at the young man in the dark gold robe opposite and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Cheng'an, come here." ”

And the young man walked calmly with a gentle smile, slowly raised his hand to touch his palm, and his eyes were full of affection.

The spring years are good in the dream, and the red plum is thin outside the dream.

Gu Nan bent the corners of his mouth, raised his hand slightly in the hazy eyes of tears, and gently landed on the brocade quilt, silent.

At the same time as his wrist hung down, the young man in the Xuanfu with the red plum in his hand walked quickly and knelt on the edge of the couch, and said in a trembling voice: "...... Taifu? ”

No one answered.

Yin Chengan stretched out his hand and gently covered Gu Nan's heart, and after a long time, he let out a whimpering sound.

There was no wind, no rain and no snow on this night.

There is only one heart, drenched in blood in the red plum dots, covering up all the bitter affection-

[Ding, congratulations to the host for clearing the male matching world 08, the task progress is being counted...... End of statistics. 】

【Plot Requirements】

1. Help Yin Cheng Anshun lì ascend the throne. (Completed)

2. Change the fate of Yin Chengxiu's death. (Completed)

3. Become the last emperor of Wushuang Valley / Make Wushuang Valley escape from the world. (Completed)

4. Change the fate of your own confinement. (Completed)

5. Ensure the peace and prosperity of the two generations of the Great Apocalypse. (Completed)

[All the plot requirements are achieved, the host of this world has completed a total of 11 tasks, the points are settled at 1698177, and the host continues to work hard.] 】

[The system enters the update state, and the world 09 will be opened after the update is over, please wait patiently.] 】

After the system prompt, it suddenly went dark in front of me, and the big screen gradually fell.

It was the spring of the third year after Gu Nan left.

The Taiji Hall is warm in spring, and the plum blossoms are dotted, which is still an elegant scene from the past.

Yin Chengxiu stood on the stone steps and lowered his eyes to look down, under the plum tree, the indifferent emperor quietly brewed tea, occasionally stretched out his hand to brush away the fallen flowers on the chessboard, and there was no wave in his eyes.

He looked at the emperor's indifferent expression, and his eyes suddenly became a little sour.

It's been a long time, and he hasn't seen Yin Chengan smile for a long time.

The sleeves were suddenly pulled, Yin Chengxiu lowered his head, and the little prince looked up at him with red eyes: "Uncle Wang, I miss Mrs. Gu......"

I want to, very much.

Yin Chengxiu smiled bitterly, reached out to hold the little prince's hand, and did not speak.

There are actually too many regrets in this world.

For example, the promise that the young emperor's heart can no longer touch.

For example, Yin Chengqing's scenery that can no longer be seen.

Another example is the peach blossom wine that he can never drink again in his life.

Yin Chengxiu raised his head to suppress the dampness that was about to gush out of his eyes, led the little prince to turn around, and raised his feet to leave.

The red plum behind him was blown off by the wind, and the young man in Xuanfu sat in the plum blossom and sipped tea lightly, his expression was faint.

Time goes by, year after year.

The little prince is becoming more and more aggressive, and he has a faint imperial demeanor.

In the eighth year of Gu Nan's departure, Emperor Zhaode issued an edict to abdicate, and three days later, the crown prince ascended the throne, changed to Yuan Tiancheng, and the year name was Xuande.

And Yin Chengan, on the second day of his abdication, went to Wushuang Valley alone with a picture scroll.

Wushuang is actually very beautiful, there are peach blossoms in the south, bamboo in the north, lotus ponds in the east and plum in the west, Yin Chengan and Yin Ziwang spent the New Year in this beautiful place together, and then on March 15 of the following year, Yin Chengan put on a plain dress and brought the picture scroll, and entered the southernmost peach blossom forest.

Where it burns, where Gu knows where the bones are buried.

Three glasses of sake, heartfelt, the peach blossoms of Wushuang Valley are still burning, Yin Ziwang watched the man in plain clothes go in calmly, but he didn't see him come out again.

Seven days later, a yellowed picture scroll was sent to the capital from Wushuang Valley, and the noble Prince Duan opened the scroll with trembling hands, and cried hoarsely in the Taiji Palace.

Above the picture scroll is still the familiar Tai Chi Hall and the thin young man, but beside the young man, the person who is lit by the new ink stands in the spring light and smiles softly, and the elegance is more outstanding than the plum blossom.

Gu Zhi returned.

Yin Cheng'an.

Live up to the affection.