Ling Xiaoju is located in the middle of the whole palace next to the main hall of a side courtyard, the whole house is only a hundred miles square when the courtyard is counted, but it is better than small and exquisite, it is rumored that this is the favorite courtyard of the first queen when she was born, the first emperor in order to make a smile on the beauty, issued an edict to let people imitate according to the place where the queen lived in the old days.

At the door of the small courtyard is the word Lingyunti, the iron painting silver hook is not free and easy, the pen turns with a compelling edge, Rui Yan raised his head and looked at the three big fonts, the person lying inside always has an atmosphere that he can't do, and he can escape from him again and again without hesitation, this time it's the same, one is chasing and the other is on the run, so many years, he is tired, fortunately, this time he is not alone, and he will no longer feel lonely and lonely.

"What are you looking at?"

A familiar and cold voice came from his ears, in a trance with a throbbing that made his heart beat, and he withdrew his eyes in confusion and turned his gaze to the direction from which the sound came. The man was still clear and cold with the temperature of snow, and he had already walked a long way in front, and the flowers that wanted to charm him blocked most of his body, and those familiar eyes turned back and looked at him seriously.

Looking at him very seriously, only at this moment can he feel the satisfaction in his heart, no longer empty, not lonely or lonely, just like the warm and sullen weather is indeed in full bloom.

Unconsciously raised a bewildering smile, gorgeous and flamboyant, with the child's unique childishness and arrogance, but it blended with the calmness and confidence of adults, contradictory and charming. However, the person in the flower bush who just wanted to look back couldn't move forward, stopped the steps under his feet, and looked at him deeply, at this time his heart was really stable, this person is his, and it belongs to him.

"I'm looking at this flower blooming well, if I'm not mistaken, it seems to be called a impatiens, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

It's rare for Rui Yan not to smile wantonly in the sun with a gloomy face, but the eyes of the two people are buried with a deep heaviness, and no one deliberately mentions it, only the moment when there are two people, no one wants to mention it.

The white petals with goose yellow appeared brighter and brighter in the sun, but a faint black shadow formed under the petals, and the swaying breeze added a touch of haze to all this.

"Send me?" Zuo Chen unconsciously repeated to the side, then avoided his eyes and looked at the main house not far away, slowly opened a helpless and bitter smile, and almost whispered: "This whole world is His Majesty's things, why don't you give it away, if you just like it, I prefer Jasmine, although he is not beautiful, but he is proud enough." ”

Yes, he loves jasmine, that's the only one he can never afford to give, because ...... The flower language of jasmine is, you belong to me.

Under this simple sun, like the happiness he accidentally stole from, there was always a lingering sadness, and his eyes fell on the person's window, and there was always a feeling of emptiness, so illusory that it was unreal.

Hearing his almost muttered voice, Ruiyan's breath followed, and when he looked up at him, the man was ethereal, like a gust of wind, unable to grasp it, unable to stay, and followed his confused eyes to the small and delicate room. As if he had been struck by a thunderbolt in an instant, Rui Yan stood there stunned, looking at those vast eyes, like a wide sea with deep tolerance, looking at them with a light smile.

Behind him stood Shi Yun who was stunned in place, looked at him and then at Zuo Chen, his eyes slowly became complicated, and he looked at the person beside him with some concern, the person was wearing a snow-white coat inside, and a dark coat outside, and his thin and strong body stood by the window with a slight bend, so deep that people couldn't see low.

"I didn't expect you to ...... Ahem...... Yes, I like it...... Such a flower, I'm here....... Ahem....... ”

"General, don't talk yet, go back to bed and lie down, anyway, the adults are already here, and it's the same to go into the house and wait."

Shi Yun helplessly held Ling Yun with one hand, and said to him patiently and gently, trying to suppress the inexplicable sorrow that welled up in his heart, not deliberately ignoring, but not knowing how to persuade him, even he could feel the general's sadness, thick sadness, those sad eyes looked lonely at the fallen flowers outside the window, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Rui Yan hesitated for a moment, looked at Zuo Chen and looked back at him, for the first time, he was not so decisive and desperate to run to that person's side, his eyes glanced around a little unconsciously, and followed Shi Yun's words and continued: "You go in first, let's go in, cousin, Da Song still needs you to help me support it, don't practice yourself like this." ”

Ling Yun at the window raised his smile lightly, his eyes looked straight at Zuo Chen, and his soft voice completely lost his previous confidence, and his deep voice said to Rui Yan with his usual doting: "There are some things I want to talk to Zuo Xiang alone, you ...... Can you avoid it? ”

Rui Yan looked at him for a long time and finally compromised under his gaze as he did when he was a child, no matter what time it was, he couldn't refuse his request, especially when his pale face was filled with a touch of helplessness and tolerance. He always felt indebted to him, he didn't feel that way before, but ...... Since meeting Zuo Chen and knowing the difference between loving and being loved, he has felt more and more guilty.

His loneliness, his loneliness are all because of him, Rui Yan has always known that this person does not love him, it is his mother, the dignified and crazy woman, but only when facing him will there be a little tenderness.

As a young man, he was envious and jealous of him, envious that he could accomplish everything with such grace and calmness that seemed impossible to him, and that under his hands it was like a miracle, with grace, and always so confident and flawless, except for one point, he should not have fallen in love with his mother.

Knowing that the woman had been using him, he was willing to be used by her without complaint, if he hadn't killed the woman with his own hands out of jealousy and hatred at that time, would he have been able to be happier, at least not as decadent as he is now. It was he, oh, who wiped out all his happiness, all his hopes, all his future, and now he knew how stupid he was.

That man, Ling Yun, he actually knew everything, but no matter how sad he was, he would smile at him with sadness and a faint doting.

There are some things in this world that cannot be changed, such as people's hearts, but even if he feels guilty, he still does not regret it, because he is an emperor, he has no right to regret, and his words are the only compensation he can give him, even if he really doesn't want to leave, he doesn't want Zuo Chen to be alone with him in the same room and breathe the same air, and he doesn't want Zuo Chen to leave his sight for a quarter of an hour, but it's .......

"Okay, I see, I'll go, you ...... Let's go back and sit down and get some rest. ”

Rui Yan sighed, lowered his voice and let out an ugly smile, softly coaxed him, and saw his thin figure disappear at the window, only then did he quietly breathe a sigh of relief, and when he raised his eyes again, the slender white figure that was still standing in the courtyard just now was gone, it was really like a gust of wind coming and going, his heart couldn't help but shudder, and he had an uneasy premonition...... It's like...... It's like the man is going to leave him.

Looking at the path that seemed to have no end, he frowned, and wanted to turn away, but he was a little reluctant to turn around and stop a few times, but finally stopped, staring at the path blankly, remembering what happened when he was a child.

Walked through the path paved with stones in the yard, pushed open the door Zuo Chen's slightly narrowed eyes flashed a touch of surprise, the outside was dilapidated and looked like a thatched house, but I didn't expect the inside to be extremely exquisite, although they were all made of wood, but the materials were all good materials, the pattern looked very warm, the sun was just right to shine on the corner of the bed, and it wouldn't feel too bad to sleep.

"Shi Yun, you go out first, I have something to tell Xiangye alone."

There was a slight cough from the bed hidden in the corner, accompanied by a burst of heavy wheezing, and Shi Yun, who was standing on the side, reluctantly refused to leave when he heard what he said, and even his eyes looking at Zuo Chen were infected with hostility, and he raised his lips high like a child.

There was a light laugh from inside the tent and then a whisper came out softly, I don't know what he said, Shi Yun's bronzed cheeks were flushed with a blush that could not be ignored, and the lowered eyelids quietly raised his head and glanced at Zuo Chen, which was red through the roots of his ears.

"What did you say, that he listened to you like that?"

Zuo Chen asked curiously while approaching his bed, his thick sword eyebrows flew up lightly with confidence, and came to the bed, Zuo Chen knew why Shi Yun was so nervous about him, he didn't want to die, he was wrapped in a white cloth, and he had been stained red with blood.

But he still looked indifferent, Yaoyao's eyes looked at him happily, and said with a playful smile: "This is a secret between us, I can't tell you, but if you guess it yourself, it doesn't matter about me, haha." ”

Ling Yun smiled and coughed again, as his body trembled, the white veil on his chest was dyed into a brilliant red, Zuo Chen hurriedly took out his handkerchief and handed it to him, and then sat behind him, supporting him with one hand, and gently afraid of hitting him with the other.

It took a while to stop coughing, but Ling Yun's pale face became more and more ugly when he took the handkerchief, Zuo Chen followed his gaze and looked at his handkerchief, the fine stitches of the Qinglian had been dyed a bright red.