I know I was wrong

When Yan Shirong woke up, he was sent back to the mansion, and after asking, he found out that he had been in a coma for three days.

Many things happened in these three days, Wu Xiao was scheduled to be killed at Caishikou in early October, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and the whole family was dispatched to the army.

Although he was haemorrhoided again and fainted, but this time he woke up and felt that his body was not as heavy as before. The only reason is that the imperial physician in the palace is skilled in medicine and saved his life again.

"Does Xue Cuo know?"

Chenggui sighed: "Can you not know? Commander-in-Chief took care of you for two days, and you couldn't take off your clothes. Division Honglian asked you three times and four times. Today I really can't refuse, so he went to Division Honglian to interrogate the criminal."

Needless to say, the criminal was Wu Xiao.

"Are there any letters in the past few days?"

Chenggui nodded and handed the letter to Yan Shirong, "Master, you just woke up, don't worry too much."

Yan Shirong unfolded the letter with a gloomy expression.

For some reason, thinking of the way Wu Xiao looked at Xue Cuo that day, he always felt a little strange. Just as he was thinking, Xue Cuo came back.

Seeing Yan Shirong wake up, Xue Cuo's gloomy face finally turned slightly.

He came over with a trembling voice and a cold tone.

"Yan Shirong." He called his name, "You should, give me an explanation."

Yan Shirong was secretly thankful that she had wiped off her lip balm as soon as she got out of bed, otherwise her complexion would have been ugly.

The explanation should be explained.

He opened his mouth, the smell of blood was still in his mouth, what should he say to Xue Cuo?

Is he going to tell Xue Cuo that he is hopeless?

He can't.

He squeezed out a smile, and said, "You, don't worry, I just spit out blood, detoxify and nourish my face. You have to know that this king has to pay for his beauty. God gave me such a handsome face. , I have to embarrass myself in other places. The so-called jealousy of beauty is what it means, this king is really a beauty—"

Yan Shirong was speechless.

His mouth was sealed by Xue Cuo's slightly hot lips, the soft touch was like calcium carbide, it would break apart at the touch of a touch, but it made Yan Shirong's heart beat like thunder.

Only Xue Cuo said in a deep voice: "It's not your turn to be a beauty."

Yan Shirong looked at Xue Cuo steadfastly.

He also heard Xue Cuo say viciously, "Don't lie to me from now on."

Yan Shirong glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Xue Cuo felt much better at last.

Two days earlier, when he heard that Yan Shirong had vomited blood and passed out, he was terrified.In the past, when he was practicing on the battlefield, he was almost pierced into the chest by the enemy's long sword. At that time, the sharp blade was only an inch away from his breast shield, and he had never been so afraid.

When going to Shenghe Hall to pick up Yan Shirong, Xue Cuo bumped into Jiang Yue.She stood outside the hall as if she was waiting for him specially, "Master Commander, please stay safe."

Xue Cuo ignored him and raised his legs to enter, but Jiang Yue behind him lamented that she was a beauty.

Xue Cuo narrowed his eyes suddenly, turned around and said, "What did you say?"

"Master Commander, don't you know that the Sixth Prince has been poisoned by an incurable disease?" Jiang Yue smiled, curled her lips, and confided softly, "It's the poison of Sumeru flowers."

Xue Cuo was stunned, as if he had strung everything together.

It turned out to be Sumeru flower poison.

I thought that the poison was cured ten years ago, but I didn't expect the poison to remain in these ten years.

It tortured Yan Shirong for ten years.

Yan Shirong never said this to him, and everyone talked about him, but they fooled him.

At that time... How uncomfortable the little prince must have been.

Coaxing him while enduring the pain.

Xue Cuo felt as if a needle had been pricked in his heart.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Yue probably understood.

When she went to his house to beg him to save her father earlier, she said that she looked at him because of her past friendship.

Xue Cuo only said coldly: "Concubine Hui and I don't seem to have any affection."

How heartless and cruel, it seems that this is Xue Cuo.

Back then, he saved her just by hand, but she was always concerned about it, even if she became a concubine in the palace, she still couldn't forget it.

She couldn't help asking: "Then who are you in love with?"

It suddenly occurred to her that she had never heard of Xue Cuo getting close to any girl for so many years, and the joke in the palace was nothing more than the fact that the commanding officer slipped out the sixth prince from another building.Jiang Yue couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and a terrible thought gradually came to her mind.

The job of patrolling Jianchun Street could not have been done by the commander himself, and Xue Cuo went to patrol the street only because his sweetheart was on the street.

"You really like the sixth prince." Jiang Yue said coldly.

Xue Cuo glanced at her, said something, and walked into the hall without looking back.Looking at Xue Cuo's back, Jiang Yue frowned tightly, her ten fingers sank into the flesh, and drops of blood dripped from her palm.

Xue Cuo said, yes.

After picking up Yan Shirong, Xue Cuo went to investigate the whereabouts of Huichun's genius doctor.

He disappeared too quietly, always eccentric.

Honglian Division's information spread all over the world, and within two days, Xu Yan handed over the secret letter.

Life and death are uncertain, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Xue Cuo crumpled the letter paper, crumpled it into a mess, and threw it outside the door.

Xu Yan was taken aback: "My lord, what's the matter? Is there no news?"

It's not that there is no news, but that the news has been obliterated.

Who obliterated it.

Xue Cuo swallowed the rising thoughts in his heart, looked at Yan Shirong, and said softly, "Ayu will get better."

Yan Shirong lowered his head.

Xue Cuo said again: "I will help you find a way to detoxify."

Yan Shirong shrugged his shoulders, but stopped talking.

Xue Cuo didn't come back in the next few days, but he collected many rare supplements and sent them to the mansion.

A few more famous doctors came for a consultation, prescribed a lot of medicine in a messy manner, and poured it into Yan Shirong's mouth one cup at a time.

Yan Shirong was not as repulsive as before, she raised her head and drank without making a fuss.He knew that Xue Cuo wanted to seek peace of mind.

Then he made Xue Cuo feel at ease.

Xue Cuo looked at his reddish cheeks, and his heart was always a little more settled.

On this day, Xue Cuo sorted out the papers, and the moon was already in the sky when he came out of Honglian Division.Yan Qing confessed too many things to him, and it will be another bloody storm after a while.

He missed the little prince very much.

He wanted to see Yan Shirong.

And he did.

The ladder that Yan Shirong built in the yard had not been removed, Xue Cuo secretly laughed that he would climb trees and climb over the wall like him, but he was sore and hoped that if the mood of the little prince over the wall was the same as his own, how much would it be like? good.

Xue Cuo jumped down from the eaves neatly and swiftly, his steps were brisk, his shadow was like a ghost, he walked through the courtyard and the courtyard, and soon came to the door of Yan Shirong's house.

Just as I was about to open the door and go in, I seemed to hear someone talking inside.Xue Cuo stopped in his tracks, thinking to himself that it's an hour and the voices should not stop.

At that time, Yan Shirong was coughing up blood, coughing one after another as if about to burst his lungs, and it took a long time for him to subside.

He hoarsely said: "Don't tell Xue Cuo."

And Xue Cuo came in at this time.

He walked in with a heavy breath, his pupils were red, but it was too late at night, Yan Shirong couldn't see his expression clearly.

Yan Shirong was suddenly thankful that the night was too deep for him not to smear his face, because Xue Cuo couldn't see his face clearly.

In each other's eyes, the two people only have a hazy shadow.

After a long time, Xue Cuo walked to Yan Shirong's bedside and held his cold hand tightly.

Yan Shirong's chest stagnates.

Xue Cuo wrapped Yan Shirong's hand, his palm was scorching hot, but Yan Shirong was like a piece of ice jade that couldn't be covered with heat, the two of them stayed silent for a long time, his hand still didn't heat up.

It turns out that he is already so weak...Xue Cuo thought.

But I don't know.

—I don’t know anything.Hearing the reports from his subordinates, his complexion was getting better day by day, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

If he doesn't come tonight, how long can Yan Shirong hide the truth?

Xue Cuo was so angry that he clenched his free hand into a fist and slammed the bed hard, causing the blankets to overlap and make a heavy muffled sound.

It seemed to hit Yan Shirong's heart.

He smiled: "Xue Cuo, I'm fine."

Xue Cuo held his hand tightly, his eyes were cold, and he didn't say a word.

"Really, I'm fine." As soon as the words fell, Yan Shirong coughed again, and his fingers unconsciously grabbed the hand that Xue Cuo was holding with him, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Xue Cuo patted him on the back, feeling pain in his heart from his cough.

He was the one who saw it tonight. When he couldn't see it, how long did Yan Shirong cough at night before falling asleep?

Yan Shirong coughed very softly, as if he was trying to suppress it, but gradually, he couldn't suppress it anymore, so he couldn't help coughing louder, one by one, making his cheeks hot.

Xue Cuo's big hand lingered behind his back, gently patting him on the back, his movements were gentle, as if it had some soothing effect, Yan Shirong's nose felt hot.

After Yan Shirong finished coughing, Xue Cuo said coldly, "Is this all right?"

His voice was much colder than the frozen clapper in the twelfth lunar month, "Yan Shirong, don't lie to me."

It's not Ayu, it's not Xiao Wangye.

Instead, call him Yan Shirong.

Yan Shirong bit her lips: "I didn't lie to you, I really didn't—"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Cuo suddenly leaned over and blocked his lips.

Yan Shirong's eyes widened, the fragrance of plum blossoms was beside him, but he had nothing else, he suspected that his mouth still smelled of blood, lest Xue Cuo would dislike it.

Yan Shirong's sharp tiger teeth stabbed Xue Cuo, and Xue Cuo was pushed away by him immediately.Xue Cuo couldn't help but interrupt, but he still didn't want to finish it. He touched the blood on the corner of his mouth and looked at him with dim eyes.

Even though the room is extremely dark, Xue Cuo knew that the face and lips of the person in front of him were red.

There is still water on the lips, and the moonlight is melting outside the window. There is no better scenery than this time.Yan Shirong took two deep breaths, his chest was pounding, before he could speak, Xue Cuo pinched his chin and kissed him again.

Xu Shi thought of that night, Xue Cuo's eyes became darker, and his movements became bigger and bigger.

The smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was Yan Shirong or Xue Cuo.Xue Cuo was angry, Yan Shirong could feel it, but he couldn't comfort him, so he could only let him ask, hoping that he would be happier.

His hands were lightly and softly clasped on Xue Cuo's shoulders, but Xue Cuo pressed him even tighter.

This person looks obedient, but he is very cautious, he is obedient and vigilant, and Xue Cuo doesn't know what he is going to do when he rolls his eyes.It's like a small fish, if you don't hold it carefully, it will slip away once it gets wet.

After kissing for some time, Yan Shirong was out of breath, Xue Cuo finally let him go.

Just as Yan Shirong breathed a sigh of relief, Xue Cuo's hand stretched in from the edge of the quilt, and touched Yan Shirong's words with incomparable precision.

Yan Shirong was shocked, and heard Xue Cuo whisper in his ear: "Is this all right?"

Xue Cuo's hands seemed to be capable of magic, he only moved a few times, and the little prince raised his head up, and put it in Xue Cuo's palm through a layer of obscene trousers.

Xue Cuo laughed lightly, and the breath revealed in Yan Shirong's ear was like an aphrodisiac charm.

Yan Shirong was suddenly grabbed by him, and he kicked his legs weakly: "Xue Cuo—you!"

Xue Cuo pinched again gently, and asked in his ear, "Are you all right?"

Yan Shirong gritted his teeth, not knowing where Xue Cuo learned this job, his toes were all curled up because of the numbness.

He knew that Xue Cuo was angry tonight, angry at him for hiding it, angry at him for not caring about himself, but he was unwilling to admit his mistake to Xue Cuo in this way.

"It's all right!" He was obviously already sweating, but he insisted on saying stiffly, "I'm all right!"

It was this stubborn sentence that caused Xue Cuo to lower his brows, removed his obscene pants, put his palm against the thing, and then moved.

Those words were hot, but Xue Cuo's palm was not cold, and the friction between the two objects was even more heated.Xue Cuo turned over and fell on Yan Shirong's bed.

"Don't be nervous, I won't move you tonight."

As he spoke, he moved the little prince.

Men know men best, Xue Cuo made several moves, Yan Shirong couldn't hold back, panting again and again, unconsciously let out a moan or two, soft, delicate, like a cat.

Xue Cuo paused when he heard that, but he sped up his movements.

And that movement is neither light nor heavy, if you scratch your head, you still feel that it is not enough.

Yan Shirong said hoarsely: "Xue Cuo! What are you going to do!"

Xue Cuo squeezed heavily when he heard the words: "Tell me, what do I want?"

Yan Shirong was discouraged, with a panting trembling voice: "Give this king a good time!"

As soon as the words fell, Xue Cuo's movements deepened, and he took care of it from beginning to end with his hands. Yan Shirong hummed in comfort.

The top of the words was just about to burst out, but Xue Cuo pinched the lifeline of the lifeline again.Thinking of the same on the night of Qixi Festival, Yan Shirong was upset by repeating the old trick at this time, so he pushed Xue Cuo: "Are you finished?"

His strength was as small as cotton, and the cotton fluffed lightly onto Xue Cuo's heart.

Xue Cuo knew that Yan Shirong was extremely impatient, so he guarded his essence with his fingertips, and said coldly, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Yan Shirong twisted her waist and rubbed his palm, said in a low voice, "I know."

Under the hazy night, the little face was flushed.

"Louder."

Yan Shirong's legs were grinding, so he had no choice but to follow him and said loudly: "This king knows his mistake."

Seeing that Xue Cuo didn't intend to let him go, Yan Shirong straightened up, moved closer to Xue Cuo, and called him softly: "Brother Cangyu, I know I'm wrong—"

After saying that, Xue Cuo let go, and Yan Shirong gushed out happily.

During this time, Xue Cuo kept looking at Yan Shirong, sizing up his blurred eyes with the help of the faint light, his eyes lingering over his gorgeous lips and slightly open collar.

It seems that the little prince really belongs to him at this time.

It took him a long time to calm down.He took a deep breath, quickly retracted into the quilt, and buried his head tightly, not daring to look at Xue Cuo at all.

Xue Cuo fished him out of the quilt, pulled off a handkerchief, and wiped his body for him.

Yan Shirong didn't know why Xue Cuo treated him like this, as if everything was messed up tonight.

No, everything has been messed up since that night.

This time Xue Cuo was unbelievably gentle and took good care of him. After tidying him up, he held him in his arms.

Yan Shirong's eyes became hot, and he turned slightly sideways and pressed his head into Xue Cuo's arms.

Xue Cuo's voice came from above him: "Don't hide anything from me in the future, huh?"

Yan Shirong nodded: "I'm not going to hide it from you."

It took him a long time to calm down.He took a deep breath, quickly retracted into the quilt, and buried his head tightly, not daring to look at Xue Cuo at all.

Xue Cuo fished him out of the quilt, pulled off a handkerchief, and wiped his body for him.

Yan Shirong didn't know why Xue Cuo treated him like this, as if everything was messed up tonight.

No, everything has been messed up since that night.

This time Xue Cuo was unbelievably gentle and took good care of him. After tidying him up, he held him in his arms.

Yan Shirong's eyes became hot, and he turned slightly sideways and pressed his head into Xue Cuo's arms.

Xue Cuo's voice came from above him: "Don't hide anything from me in the future, huh?"

Yan Shirong nodded: "I'm not going to hide it from you."

Only then did Xue Cuo put him on the bed contentedly, and got on the bed by himself, still hugging him.

Yan Shirong had a very down-to-earth idea, but after thinking about it, he turned the down-to-earth into not down-to-earth.

After years of preparation, he told himself that he might die from poison one day, but he just waited for Yan Luo to think about it and take his life.

But the days were approaching, and his body was getting heavy day after day, but he felt that all the previous preparations were burnt to ashes under Xue Cuo's burning gaze.

Xue Cuo seemed to be asleep. With the light of dawn, Yan Shirong gently drew the outline of his facial features, trying to memorize them better. His face was always in the lantern before he died.

The eyebrows are thick, the nose is straight, and the mouth is thin.

That's great, this is his Tibetan jade.

At least tonight.

Xue Cuo was asleep and still hugged Yan Shirong in his arms, face to face, Yan Shirong expected that he would hug his wife like this after his death.Thinking of this, Yan Shirong felt powerless and sour, wanting Xue Cuo to remember him, but also wanting Xue Cuo to forget him.

Without Jiang Yue, without him, Xue Cuo should have lived a happy and beautiful life.When God met him harshly, he should repay him for a good marriage in his life. His Xue Cuo deserves to be loved by very good people.

Instead of messing with him, a dying man.

The little prince sighed and made up his mind, just tonight, just to disturb tonight.

He held Xue Cuo's hand tightly.

The author has something to say: how about my ellipsis, it is exquisite!

Thanks to Lei, who is super fierce and hardcore, and thanks to the little girl for her fat house water.

Complained about the drop yesterday and the increase today, are you wishing lights?

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