In my long memory, there seems to be a young man in a pink dress pestering an unfathomable man, and a young man in white is sitting on the seat, looking at the young man in pink with a smile as if he leaned towards the man in the first place, pouting his red lips and complaining to the young man in white.

Yang Jian smiled dumbly, for so long, it was just related to the early morning, and he remembered that when he first heard that there was a master living in the National Teacher's Mansion, but it was obviously demonic, and Yang Jian, who was impulsive, visited the National Teacher's Mansion at night.

Lying on the eaves of the green tile, he took a piece of green tile, and peeked into it along the small hole, and what he saw at a glance was the lazy young man, holding his chin with one hand, and his doting eyes fell on the man and a girl who were making a lot of noise, although he tried his best to hide the affection, somehow, he still saw the strange feelings of the young man at that time, and it was probably none of his business, so he didn't think much about it.

But that night, he didn't spy on anything, because the so-called Taoist master was entangled by the girl in the pink shirt, he was annoyed, touched the girl's chest, held his forehead and said: "You are a man, what's the matter with men and women every day, quickly change it, it's ugly." ”

Yang Jian realized that the girl in pink shirt was a man, and muttered in his heart that the children of mortal rich families were too "comfortable", and continued to observe, only to see the young man in pink shirt crashing into the arms of the young man in white, crying loudly. The young man in white stroked the top of the young man's hair in his arms, and comforted him in a soft voice, "Ling Feng is good, my brother will avenge you." As he spoke, he moved his hand with the man who was drinking tea freely, from the initial fist and kick, to the later sword light ignition, it was actually a night of fighting, and he lay on the beam of the room and took a look, as if he was enchanted.

"I saw you then." The corners of his lips curled slightly, and there was a little sorrow between his eyebrows, Yang Jian ruthlessly broke all his thoughts and resolutely left the National Teacher's Mansion.

It is no longer possible between them, thinking that Yang Jian shook his head, his long hair swayed in the breeze, and in the future, he would only be someone else's pillow in the early morning, and he would live alone for a long time with Yang Can.

Love, or not, it doesn't matter, he answered Yang Can's oath and didn't want to break it.

The rain is shaking, the sky is getting late, the pedestrians on the road are hurrying with umbrellas, and Yang Jian's lonely figure blends into this bleak evening.

"Guest officer, it's better to stay in the hotel." Xiao Er threw the rag on his shoulder and asked with a smile.

Yang Jian went straight to a table near the window, "Serve a few good dishes, just have a pot of good wine." ”

"I heard that the young master of the Zhao family will have a wedding tomorrow." A stout man at the adjacent table touched his chin and said with some envy, "That bride is a young man, and she looks like a peugeot." ”

The man sitting across from him rubbed his hands and said haha, not very reluctant to answer, "It's just that I'm just looking for a man, something." ”

Yang Jian frowned, a little displeased, he had always hated those who chewed the root of his tongue behind his back, his elbows propped up on the table, and when he was thinking about whether to book a private room, he heard the man from before him say, "I heard that the young man named Yang Can was a beggar when he didn't meet the young master of the Zhao family, and he was later picked up by the young master. Tsk tsk, I've seen that young man, more flavorful than a woman, but it's a pity, if only I had met first. ”

Poplar...... Yang Can, Yang Jian was stunned, a little confused, could it be that Can'er was still alive, and the colorful, fragrant, and colorful tastes that tasted in his mouth, and were a little astringent.

"Tomorrow the Zhao family will have a feast, you can take the opportunity to appreciate it, but compared to men, I still think women are better." Although there are many houses in the folk style, not every man is good at this, and there are even fewer who are willing to marry a man publicly.

Yang Jian pricked up his ears and concentrated on peeling off the cocoons from the other party's conversation, picking out favorable news, and decided at the moment to go to Zhao's Mansion tomorrow, whether that person was his Yang Can or not, he would go and find out in person.

In a room in a royal palace in Xian'an City, the candle was bright, and an indifferent man was bandaging the handsome and unparalleled man.

"Does it hurt?" The man hurriedly lightened his movements, blood was faintly oozing from the gauze, a pair of slender and white hands rubbed the arm, his lips were close, and the hot breath he exhaled slowly sprayed on it, a little itchy, "I'll be light, you bear with it." ”

The handsome man was silent, staring intently at the man opposite, and when he heard the man's words at first glance, he nodded heavily, "Okay." ”

Outside the window lattice, the moonlight stretched a lonely shadow, and Ling Ling looked at the somewhat happy men communicating inside, and secretly said that it was time for him to leave. Back in the room, he packed up his baggage in the early morning and left the prince's mansion through the wall.

On the long night on the street, the early morning dragged the burden on his body, raised his eyes to look at the sky, the dark sky seemed to be a huge hollow, as if to suck people in, wrapped in thin clothes, looked back and forth, studied for a long time, chose a strange road, and embarked on a new journey.

A few months ago, Yang Jian, who had been quietly lurking beside him, appeared, and after the two talked for a night, the day they dispersed, he came back from the mountains, and saw the thin car haggard holding a man covered in blood waiting for him anxiously, as soon as he saw him, he came up and begged him to save this mortal.

Ling Chen used to be the eldest young master of the Ling family, but since he was a child, he followed his master to practice martial arts in the mountains, and all the injuries he suffered were bandaged by himself, and he found some herbs to apply them at will, and then Ling Feng died in front of him, but he couldn't do anything. Since then, Ling Chen has had the idea of studying medicine, because he stayed in Yang Jian's house, and his health has not been well for a long time, the idea has gradually dispelled, and as soon as he returned to the world, he regained the concept of studying medicine.

So far, there have been some achievements in medical skills.

The fiber car is a demon, and he doesn't know anything about medical skills, especially since this person is a mortal, he is a demon, and he can't do anything, so he can only come to beg for the early morning. What makes Ling Chen puzzled is that the heart of the fiber car is a little soft, but it can never be called kind, the magic is the same, selfish, never nosy, and I have seen the attitude of the fiber car towards the life and death of mortals before.

The car hung his head, holding the weak breath of the man's hands and quietly tightened, and said with some trembling, "He saved me." ”

In the man's last life, he saved him who almost lost his life, and now it is time for him to repay his kindness.

Ling Chen stared at the almost desperate fiber car, there was no way to sit idly by, even if the fiber car couldn't give a reason, he would come to the rescue, because he was a half-immortal, or just as Ling Feng Jide.

The man was seriously injured and needed some precious medicinal materials, so he had to go to the dangerous cliff to pick them, and he went without saying a word, and when he came back, he brought a body of injuries, which were more serious than the man's injuries.

I have experienced love in the early morning, and I can see it clearly on the side, I am afraid that the fiber car has fallen in love with this mortal, and he will not care about the danger of his life, but the fiber car is deep in this mountain and has not cleared the clouds. The early hours of the morning are mixed, and the fiber car finally has the happiness it is seeking, but the road of love between humans and demons is not easy to walk after all, and no one knows what the ending is.

After thinking about it, immortals and demons can fall in love, but are humans and demons still far away?

As the only bystander, Ling Chen could only sigh: let it be. and he no longer cared about his affairs.

The man's injuries gradually improved, and the man regained consciousness, but the eyes were temporarily blind. The fiber car is a demon, and he is unwilling to reveal his identity in front of a man, so he comes forward to take care of the man in the early morning and hides himself.

There was only one person on the hill in the early morning.

From the process of getting along day and night, Ling Chen learned the man's identity from the man's mouth, the prince of Qi Yueguo, the future heir, Qi Qianzi. Qi Qianzi lived in the palace for a long time, very yearning for the life of the rivers and lakes outside, one day while the guards did not pay attention, turned into a small group and slipped out of the palace, and began to explore the days of the rivers and lakes, which became the prince who wanted to be simple by nature, just out of the palace was deceived of all the silver taels, and met a robber, to sell him to a large family as a male pet, where did the pride of the sky have encountered such a thing, suddenly his face turned pale, and he had the heart to resist to death, and at the same time he regretted doing things impulsively, and should not be reckless in the rivers and lakes.

On the way that Qi Qianzi was sold into a large family, he met another group of robbers, and in their fight, he also participated in it with his weak body, trying to fight for his life, and killed out of the wolf's den, and was forced to jump off the cliff by the gang at a cliff, and the first face he saw after waking up was early in the morning.

In a desperate situation, suddenly a pair of warm hands soothes you, you can imagine how excited Qi Qianzi is, he has never touched people, he has never liked people, so his heart is moved, but he faintly feels that something is missing.

In the early morning, people are faint, like a glass of cold white water, bland, no fun, Qi Qianzi wants to pull into the relationship between the two, but he always touches soft nails, and he is suddenly a little discouraged.

The car, who was hiding in the shadows, saw everything that happened between the two of them, hammered his eyes, and turned to leave. In the early morning, he quietly followed, stopped beside a lake, and silently accompanied the fiber car for several hours.

Love is three thousand troubles, you can't be smoked for you by others, I don't persuade you in the early morning, just to accompany me, and when it was almost dawn, I went back to the thatched house and continued to take care of Qi Qianzi.

After dusk one day, Qi Qianzi suddenly regained his sight and invited him back to the palace with him. Ling Chen tells Slim Car about it, and Slim Car asks Dawn to agree, but he can't find a reason why he will do it.

As expected, I looked at the fiber car for a long time in the early morning, and persuaded the fiber car to think clearly.

"Alas, it's another person." Whispering in the early morning, the bright moon was in the sky, the stars were full of curtains, and the mood was inexplicably desolate, whether that person was still in his mansion, thinking about the handsome young man, and sinking in his thoughts.

That day was Ling Feng's death day, that night, he was still tossing and turning with this day every year, without eyelashes, wearing his underwear and entering the deeper and heavier mountains, thinking deeply and repenting, hoping that the spirit of the early morning in the sky could forgive him and forgive him for his selfishness and narrowness.

Since the day Ling Feng died, he had never dreamed of it again in the early morning, and it was Ling Feng who discovered his meanness and was unwilling to come to see him again.

In the early hours of the morning, the cold dew swayed with each leaf, hitting his hair, his cheeks, shoulders, and his undershirt.

Not far away, the bonfire was stinging, and Ling Chen suddenly woke up from his sadness, and walked over along the color of the bright flames, and was a little surprised when he saw Yang Jian.

During that period of time, Ling Chen always felt that someone was hiding in the corner and watching him silently, although he was a half-immortal, his mana was low, so he didn't calculate the identity of the other party, so he had to stand still.

I never thought it would be Yang Jian, and a wordless joy rose in my heart.

Immediately after Yang Jian's words, he was beaten into the cold cellar, "Today is Yang Can's death day, I can't sleep, and I come out to sink my heart." ”

Yes, he had forgotten that today was not only Ling Feng's death day, but also the death day of the young man he loved. Ling Chen tried his best to hide the loss that quietly crossed in his heart, barely cheered up, sat down next to Yang Jian, patted Yang Jian's shoulder like a good brother, and said, "I'm sorry." ”