Ling Shang turned sideways, turned his back to Ye Mushen, and stared down at his white upper.

He whispered, "I've done no less for you than Ye Mujing...... But the brother in your heart is only Ye Mujing......"

His voice was soft, but it struck loudly on Ye Mushen's heart.

This man...... Are you complaining that you don't treat him as a brother?

Ye Mushen instinctively wanted to avoid this question.

Of course, he didn't want to treat Ling Shang as his brother.

Shedding the same blood as him is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Ye Mushen pretended to be light and said lightly, "Since I was born, I didn't know that I had an older brother...... Afterward...... You've never been around, I only have Jing ......"

Ling Shang clenched his fists, unwilling to listen any further, and strode away.

Under the cold moonlight, Ye Mushen was stunned and watched Ling Shang's slender back fade away.

He couldn't guess what Ling Shang had experienced.

However, it will definitely not be luckier than Ayan in the Princess's Mansion.

For five years, Ye Mushen has been looking for him, wanting to inquire about his past and repent of his childhood naivety and viciousness.

…… I also want to call him "brother".

But Ye Mushen was negligent a little - while he became mature, he was also changing.

A few months ago, the beauty who couldn't take your eyes off it at a glance from a distance was completely two people from the cowardly scholar thirteen years ago.

If he had known earlier that they were the same person, Ye Mushen would not have allowed his feelings to spread and breed unchecked.

He didn't need to cling to Taifu, causing a bunch of troubles later, which involved Ye Mujing.

It will not hurt Ye Mujing to lose the crown prince and be ...... by Dong Changyou

Ling Shang's figure became blurry and hazy.

Ye Mushen was never able to connect Ling Shang with his brother.

Presumably, Ling Shang didn't want to admit that he was a younger brother, otherwise he wouldn't have stubbornly alienated himself at the beginning of their acquaintance.

Ye Mushen couldn't understand why he was pestering him?

He remembered the situation of drinking with Ling Shang, remembered the silent demeanor he looked at him, remembered the appearance of his slightly frowning lips with green silk, and remembered the picture of him meditating on the red maple......

Countless images overlap and flash; Ye Mushen raised his head and smiled bitterly at the moon.

Ling Shang is a person...... How could he be willing not to entangle?

He is not of this world...... That's why I want to possess him more.

It was as if through him, we could glimpse the mysteries of another unknown world.

Or can it fill the ethereal emptiness and loneliness of longing for a confidant for many years......

Ye Mushen couldn't read his own heart.

But in the final analysis, it is all your own fault.

He hated Ling Shang, and he hated himself even more for him.

The most hated thing is probably the weak self who will still tug at his heartstrings at this moment.

Realizing that Ling Shang had disappeared from sight, Ye Mu panicked.

There was no light in the study, and Ling Shang was about to go back to the room.

And that's exactly what happened.

Ling Shang loosened his robe and lay naked on the cold heart-nourishing coffin.

Mi Xiang wrapped around his waist, which did not have a trace of fat, and the sharp front teeth pierced the ink lotus on his back.

Ye Mushen knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered.

His knock became rapid and impatient.

There was a faint light coming out of the door, and he knew that Ling Shang was inside.

His hands trembled with rage.

I just told the truth - Ye Mushen couldn't have the same respect for his brother as he did for Ling Shang no matter what.

Because they never got along as brothers.

But Ling Shang walked away inexplicably, not even wanting to listen to that sentence, not even knocking on the door himself.

The patience and awe of the night ginseng were worn away in the short knock on the door.

His mind went blank, and his hands turned away from what little sanity he had left, and he pushed the door open.