Rui Yan sat quietly in the courtyard, looking at the moonlight rising little by little, there was always a lingering melancholy in his heart, now he is fourteen and a half years old, and he is no longer the little soft baby who can only be at the mercy of others, the child who can only hold a sword much taller than his height, and quietly hides at the door at night because of fear and shivering.

Yes, he has grown up, and no matter when he is always on this lonely imperial road, he can only be alone.

In the small courtyard, there was only a one-foot-square stone table, and a small stone bench no more than a person's knee height on one side, and Rui Yan sat there silently, merging silently with the surrounding trees in the darkness.

There was not the slightest anger in the ten miles around, and the guards were quietly holding their breath three feet away from the gate of the courtyard.

"Heh, was it right to do that day...... The last person who was willing to bring me warmth was forced to a dead end. Ling Yun, he should hate me. Hehe...... Hehe, hahaha. ”

Rui Yan held the wine glass in one hand and laughed a little maniacally, laughing and laughing, and tears fell into the somewhat dry wine glass with laughter.

The thick bitterness that could not be concealed in his eyes, he raised his head and looked at the moon quietly, muttering to himself, and the last person drank all the wine in the cup, which was the best daughter red, mellow and slightly bitter.

From now on, I will really be the only one left, and this month is as lonely as this, and my life should be ruthless and loveless.

Alone? Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Rui Yan's eyes, a little ethereal and cold, the long ink-colored hair automatically followed the wind, the eyes were sharp and cold with despair, and the white skin was brighter than the moonlight, unruly and stubborn.

Zuo Chen, from today onwards, is the person who belongs to him, even if the part that belongs to him is only the body, he is unwilling to let go of the temperature and the light fragrance that can allow him to sleep peacefully.

"Huh." Rui Yan filled himself with another glass and smiled self-deprecatingly. That person was like a gust of wind, the person he could keep but didn't stay for long, he knew it but still couldn't help but want to provoke him. It is as elegant as a lotus that comes out of the mud and is not stained, but it has an irresistible poison like a poppy.

After all, the wind can't be kept, it's not that he doesn't want to keep it, but the person who can make him care about it is only freedom.

He will still be alone in the end, in fact, he is really afraid of loneliness, since he was a child, when he was very young.

Rui Yan still remembers that when he was a child, he was only knee-high when he stood up, and at that time he was the only prince under his father's knees, and his fair-skinned, cute and pleasing matte made many people like to play with him.

But that person has never included his mother, who in his six-year-old memory has always been a cold and cold woman who does not smile at anyone, and every time she sees him, her eyes are full of disgust and endless coldness.

That's when he was young, he didn't understand why his mother always liked to look at him like this, and it wasn't until he was older that he didn't know that his mother didn't like him and even wanted to strangle him because he was different from ordinary people's bodies.

Such a man-friendly body is simply a monster in the eyes of others, and it is doomed to the fate of being lonely and old, which is the most vicious curse brought to him by the woman he has always hoped to be loved.

At that time, he was only six years old, but he clearly remembered how his mother, the late Empress Zhuang Xiaolan, hated his son.

That year he was still in an ignorant and extremely ignorant age, followed his personal attendant Xiao Shunzi out of the palace for the first time, specially picked a string of beads that looked beautiful but a little simple in the market, happily ran to find his mother when he returned to the palace, wanted to bring the beads to his mother, wanted to see her smile, when he came back that day, Xiao Shunzi was still on the road and swore that his mother would like it.

As a result, he stood at the door of Qifeng Palace, but he couldn't push the door and walk in, because he heard his mother say to her personal maid Biluo: "This palace can't stand it anymore, and I'm going to go crazy if I live like this again." Locked up in this golden house made of gold every day, and constantly smiling at that monster, I'll go crazy sooner or later. ”

He saw through the half-hidden crack of the door his mother, the woman who had always been graceful and graceful, with her hair scattered and dressed in a silk garment, and like mad she grabbed her well-trimmed nails and shook the weeping maid violently.

"Do you know, that strange thing is not the words of this palace at all, no, no, it's a monster, I should strangle him when he just brought him, I should strangle him ......."

That was the last time he saw his mother, because later, after Ruiyan was scared away, someone came to see Biluo, who had been strangled to death by the always dignified woman for three days.

and the woman who kept pulling her hair in the corner, the mother he had always loved, and the words that still did not forget "strange things, cursed strange things".

Later, his father took pity on him for being motherless since he was a child, and took him over and brought him up as a father and a mother without pretending to be someone else's hand, and he still can't forget the scene when the woman was pale and grabbed her hair and said strange things.

"Oh, it's just a strange thing, how can you get love."

Rui Yan's unusually bright face in the moonlight was filled with a helpless and bitter smile, and he picked up the wine glass and poured himself a drink, and drank it in one sip, his cheeks were dyed with a thin red, and the figure of Pianqian improvised with a sword, and his movements were like a swimming dragon.

Zuo Chen, since you can't entangle in the way of a monarch and a minister, then let's entangle in another way, I want the warmth you bring me, but I can't hold him tightly.

The wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong person, unfortunately we shouldn't have met, but the bond is like this, how can I let you escape, let's sink together, entangled with each other in such distorted warmth and desire.