Outside the Ning Palace, Qin Xufei stopped.

With this, he can't keep up. He was very curious about the situation of Fang Qingchen and Chu Ruohong's reunion, and he wanted to spy on the sidelines very much, but his nature in his bones still did not allow him to peep into people's privacy.

He can't keep up, someone can. Qin Xufei watched Zhao Wangchen follow Fang Qingchen extremely uninterestingly and rush inside, without the slightest consciousness that his skin was thicker than the city wall. The strange thing was that Fang Qingchen didn't mean to stop or be unhappy.

As a result, he, the leader and the one who opened the way, was left alone at the door.

Standing outside the Ganning Palace, he was secretly confused and frowned slightly. He was sure that the relationship between Fang Qingchen and Chu Ruohong was not only close, but also had some secrets that others could not investigate. Therefore, Fang Qingchen saw Chu Ruohong again, no matter what kind of mood he was in, he should not like to have others by his side. Not only should the young man named Zhao Wangchen not be allowed to follow up, but even the original servant should also be driven out.

However, he waited quietly outside the Ganning Palace, but only heard a particularly loud cry in the hall because of excitement, "Fang Hou!" ”

The next moment, the entire Ganning Hall was as silent as a dead domain.

The chief eunuch was originally an old man in the Chu Palace, and he had already experienced three dynasties. At this moment, the person who appeared beside him like a ghost, dressed in white, and holding the golden bowl that was still in his hand just now, had already fallen to his knees.

And Fang Qingchen just frowned and looked at Chu Ruohong quietly.

For everything outside his body, Chu Ruohong has long been ignorant and unconscious.

He just lowered his head and spoke to the bones in his arms. But perhaps it was because the voice of the chief eunuch was too high and too sudden. So he heard. Or. More likely, just by coincidence......

He actually raised his head and looked into the bottomless eyes of the man dressed in white and snow.

He looked very quiet, very quiet. The gaze is confused and there is no focal length.

Just instinctively glanced at it, he lowered his head again, and gently stroked the cold and hard dry bones: "Qingchen, why don't you ignore me." I'm Ruohong, do you hear me call you? Light dust ......"

His voice was soft, slightly bewildering, and a little coquettish soft. The old eunuch kneeling next to him lowered his head and whimpered.

Fang Hou, the omnipotent Fang Hou.

Almost all of them have an inexplicable delusion that he can bring miracles.

Chu Ruohong is crazy because of him. Then if he sees him again, he should always be able to wake up. At the very least, Fang Hou could also make him feel better slightly.

However, Chu Ruohong saw him. Nothing happened.

…………

Fang Qingchen did not say or move. The expression on his face, like Chu Ruohong's gaze, was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. I can't see the slightest wave.

He just looked at Chu Ruohong quietly.

Time. It seemed to stop at this crazy young man. In the past few years, he has been tortured by hardship, and his stature has not grown at all.

It's still the same as when he left. Like a teenager.

Unmessed hair, neat and clean dragon robe. He still seems to be the same as back then, the child who never forgets to fall into the royal majesty.

It's just that the figure is slim and clear, it's just that the cheeks are thin to the point of scathing. It's just skin that doesn't see much sunlight all year round, sickly pale, almost transparent.

It's just that he keeps stroking the fingers on the bones that have been smoothed out, and it's just a little shaped......

At that time, he refused to let go of a decomposing corpse, which had been forcibly broken and had little to take care of.

This slight disability was destined to accompany him for the rest of his life.

Everyone's eyes were looking at Fang Qingchen, but Fang Qingchen only looked at Chu Ruohong.

Only Chu Ruohong himself couldn't feel what a strange change the atmosphere around him had had, he just lowered his head and continued to gently caress the white bone.

"Qingchen, are you standing up? I've been waiting for you for a long, long time. ”

Fang Qingchen's gaze was fixed on his fingers very calmly, and finally he slowly reached out and covered the back of his hand very lightly, covering the somewhat stiff, deformed fingers.

His fingers were bony and his tentacles were cold.

Chu Ruohong shook his hand violently and shook his hand away vigorously, as if he was boredom swinging away a nasty fly.

Without interruption, he can rest assured that he can hold the dry bones in his hands and speak very attentively to the people he cares about most.

"Light dust. I'm here, don't worry, I won't let people snatch you. ”

When he called, his expression was still quiet and peaceful. In his world, there is only this dry bone, and everything else has nothing to do with him.

He was powerless to stop the man from tearing open his chest, and he was powerless to stop them from snatching his most important person away. That's all in the past, though. It's okay. It's okay. He can protect him.

He can protect him......

His world is already very small. In such a small world, he can always protect him.

He could see everything around him, but he couldn't remember it. He could hear it, but he couldn't understand it. Flowing water over the stones, leaving no trace. Even if you occasionally look up and hear a shout, even if you occasionally glance at someone......

It's just a momentary interruption.

"Qingchen, why, this time you have been angry for so long, and you will not go away

It's my turn to be angry. ”

Chu Ruohong frowned slightly, and his voice was a little childish with complaining and anger.

In fact, of course he will not be angry, he will never be angry with light dust. He just wanted to scare him, maybe Qingchen would be frightened into standing up and talking to him.

But it doesn't matter if you ignore it, he can just keep calling.

Chu Ruohong shook his head and sighed slightly, with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Qingchen, why don't you ignore me. I'm Ruohong, do you hear me call you, Qingchen ......"

Everything is back to the beginning. He forgot that he had called him like that before, and started again. Year after year, he called out again and again. His world is simple, in an infinite loop. Time has long lost its meaning. Forget about the last setback. You can have infinite patience. With infinite patience, you don't give up and don't understand what disappointment is. If you don't understand what disappointment is, hope will always be there. There is still hope, and he is not gone yet.

Fang Qingchen stood quietly beside him, listening to him call his name, watching him cling to the bones that once belonged to him. After a long time, he moved slightly, stood in front of Chu Ruohong, and bent his knee slightly. Half-kneeling, he could face Chu Ruohong, who had been sitting, head-on.

However, Chu Ruohong didn't pay attention to this person who was so close to him, so close, so close that he could see it as long as he raised his eyes.

The golden spoon that came to his lips was still ignored by him. Occasionally open your mouth and swallow the rice porridge that is lukewarm with internal force. It's the same, I don't even know I've eaten.

I don't know how long it took. The golden bowl is finally empty. And Chu Ruohong never looked up again. Take a look at the man who feeds himself.

Finally, Fang Qingchen smiled slightly.

For so long, all the worries, all the uneasiness, all the bothering. All decisive decisions. Those sleepless nights, those bloody battles, those scheming plans to get together as soon as possible. The shocking move has become a joke.

That Chu Ruohong is already dead.

The child who threw himself into his arms and cried bitterly, the young man who guarded the ground behind him with his flesh and blood, the king who firmly told him not to let him have worries, and fully supported him on the front line to defend his home and country, that ...... That cold-blooded suspicion, the person who hurt him the most, is no longer there.

The current Chu Ruohong, how can he need other Fang Qingchen.

In his own world, he was at peace and calm. In the world outside of him, everyone also took good care of him.

At least, no worse than he can take care of.

He can't wake him up, he can't let him heal, he can't even make him swallow a bowl of rice porridge faster.

That humanoid ghost, those stinking stench, had long existed only in Qin Xufei's distant narrative. Now he doesn't need him to worry about poor food and clothing, he doesn't need to worry about cleaning up his stool, and he doesn't need to worry about his physical health.

As the signboard of the Qin people, he has long been well taken care of.

So, what else can't he rest assured, and what reason is there not to smile.

"Everybody out." His voice was surprisingly calm.

A few palace maids and eunuchs who stayed behind to serve in the palace quickly withdrew. Only Zhao Wangchen was still standing there upright, staring at these two people in a daze.

Fang Qingchen didn't look back, and his tone was extremely calm: "What I'm talking about is everyone." ”

Zhao Wangchen silently retreated outward.

All along, he knew that Fang Qingchen's tolerance for him was far greater than that of others, but this by no means meant that he could really be unscrupulous.

He retreated all the way, exited the palace, retreated into the flowery garden, and saw that the eunuchs and palace maids who had retired from the hall were kneeling down and saluting Qin Xufei.

He stood alone without saying a word.

That man...... It's Chu Ruohong.

Qin Xufei outside the hall, Chu Ruohong in the hall. The suffering of the Chu State, as well as the death of his relatives, the two culprits, were all in front of his eyes.

However, he could no longer simply hate. can no longer be Qin Xufei a murderous demon king, and can no longer be Chu Ruohong is the faint king who should be cut by a thousand cuts.

By the way, there's ...... There is also Fang Qingchen......

It's uneven, and it's confusing. He suddenly looked up at Qin Xufei: "Why isn't he sad?" ”

This sentence was asked thoughtlessly, but Qin Xufei seemed to fully understand his inexplicable words.

"Because, for some people, he would rather die than let others see his sorrow."

As soon as the words fell, a crazy scream suddenly came from the depths of the hall. The voice was terrible and harsh, just a simple, beastly howl, without human language. One roar after another, as if it was about to tear his throat.

All the eunuchs and palace maids were a little frightened. Chu Ruohong has always taken good care of him, as long as he doesn't violate his taboos, no matter how lenient he is, he will never get angry and make trouble. Now what's going on?

When Zhao Wangchen heard the change, he instinctively pulled his legs and wanted to run to the hall, but was stopped by a calm voice.

"No matter what he's doing, he's not going to kill that person. But at this time, if someone rushes in, how likely do you think it is that he will kill him? ”

Zhao Wangchen was stunned for a moment, stopped and looked back.

Qin Xufei didn't look at him again.

Own toes: "If one day." Liu Heng fell to this point, and he killed all the people who saw him unbearable and embarrassed. After a while, he sighed: "Perhaps, I will kill all those who see my sorrow and weakness." ”

Zhao Wangchen hesitated for a moment, and finally did not rush into the main hall again.

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Fang Qingchen didn't do anything. He just stretched out his hand to check Chu Ruohong's pulse.

He's not a wind festival. However, he still has some understanding of medical Taoism. Qin Xufei told him about Chu Ruohong's condition, although it was said that those diseases had been cured. But looking at Chu Ruohong's thin and pale appearance, he was still not at ease.

He had tried his best to make his movements as soft as possible, but to no avail. As soon as his hand touched Chu Ruohong's wrist, Chu Ruohong shook his hand vigorously to shake him off.

Fang Qingchen frowned slightly. The strength of a madman is always very strong, but with a little force between his fingers, Chu Ruohong can't get rid of him at all.

However. Chu Ruohong couldn't detect the gap in each other's strength at all, and he couldn't shake it off once. He flung it a few times, and his wrist was restricted from moving by the force, and he struggled to writhe his whole body.

He was working wildly, completely unaware that struggling too much would hurt him, and he was angry at his failure. Loud screaming and roaring.

All his language skills. Only in the face of that dry skeleton will he not be forgotten, and at this moment, he will only let out a simple howl of syllables.

If it's an ordinary person. As long as Fang Qingchen exerts force on his wrist vein, he can paralyze the other party's whole body, and reason will naturally protect his body from injuring himself too much. But Chu Ruohong no longer has this kind of rational instinct, and his body has forgotten what that weakness represents.

In the end, Fang Qingchen had to let go of his hand.

As soon as he was free, Chu Ruohong hugged his bones tightly, jumped up, and ran far away to the corner of the main hall, and the whole person shrank into a ball.

"Light Dust...... Light dust, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll protect you. In the past, you protected me, but now I can protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you, and no one can hurt you...... Light dust ......"

He shouted in a trembling voice, extremely attentive and infinitely concerned.

He didn't believe in him. He had thought he would never need his protection again.

However, his last obsession was to protect him. He thought that by shrinking his world to the smallest and smallest, he would have the ability to protect him.

Sansheng IV, even his biological parents, never thought of protecting him after he was twelve years old.

The first person who thought that he should protect such a powerful Fang Qingchen, and tried to protect such a strong Fang Qingchen was a madman.

Fang Qingchen looked at him quietly and slowly straightened up. He closed his eyes and was silent for a while before shouting, "Ruohong." ”

Mori Temple, no one answered.

Fang Qingchen slowly approached: "Ruohong! ”

"Light dust, light dust ......"

He cried out, but not in response to him.

Ruohong, light dust......

How many times have passed, they have called each other like this. He is not Fang Hou, he is not His Majesty. Such an intimate title only belongs between the two of them.

He smiled casually and asked an unintentional sentence, which tied the fate of the two for a lifetime. Ruohong believes in the light dust, and the light dust protects Ruohong, how many years have there been, until that day.

Walking in front of Chu Ruohong, Fang Qingchen knelt beside Chu Ruohong, lowered his head, and his forehead almost touched the person.

"Ruohong ......"

"Qingchen, wake up, Qingchen, you are good, wake up, okay?"

Now, he reached out to touch him, but what he got was his frantic resistance.

Now, he wants to take care of him, but he avoids him like a femme fatale.

He called out to him, and he didn't know how to answer. His light dust is just the white bones in his hands, not the real person in front of him.

Fang Qingchen looked at him blankly, watching him show a gentle smile to the white bones, looking at his expectant eyes staring at the dry bones, and then, he couldn't bear it anymore! As soon as he stretched out his hand, he forcibly snatched the dry bone!

Chu Ruohong's eyes widened, his pale and quiet face suddenly revealed a beast-like and extremely hideous face, he roared and jumped up, and pounced towards Fang Qingchen!

Fang Qingchen lightly touched his forehead, and the momentum of the young man's flutter sank, and he immediately fainted.

Fang Qingchen's right hand grabbed him in time and held him up, but he didn't have any pity for his former skin. He casually threw the dry bones to the ground, hugged Chu Ruohong and walked towards the inner hall.

The huge dormitory, with heavy beds and curtains, is rich and magnificent. There is no human track.

He threw Chu Ruohong to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, expressionless, and directly reached out and tore it, and the seven-layer "imperial clothes" inside and outside were torn by him with one hand, revealing the young man's thin and naked chest.