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The bush lily, is a very elegant and pretty flower with a light fragrance. Judging by the look of the flowers, the bush lily is a very suitable flower for a beautiful environment. However, if the bush lily appears in a man's body, it would have a different meaning.

It was said that on the Western Continent, there was a special kind of person. This person was gender, but he was extremely beautiful, and his body was almost as soft as a woman's, his skin was also very good, better than a woman's, better maintained than a woman's, and more importantly, this type of person had a special imprint on their body, it was a very elegant bush, the third type of person that could give birth to life, they would be called Third Gender.

In the Western Continent, there could only be five Third Gender s living side by side. When one of them died, a new one would be born.

Of these five Third Gender s, some of them could be children from rich clans, some of them could be from poor families, and some of them could even be beggars on the streets. That was why Murong Bin said that this kind of person was extremely difficult to find.

It was not only because there were very few of them, even their identities were hard to determine. They were not a type of creature, but their physiques would have been different when they were born.

Besides their gentle and beautiful appearance, there was nothing special about them. Only by taking off their clothes would they be able to see if there were any signs of the bush lily.

The mark of the bush lily only appeared on the back, or on the buttocks and thighs, but it was hard to detect.

Moreover, after these people were born, their parents would tell them how to protect their bodies and not let anyone discover the imprint on them.

There was no doubt that the master of a country was the only one who could own a Third Gender. Because of this, the kings of the several powerful countries of the Western Continent, in order to show off their ability, would specially send people to find the Third Gender and marry them into the palace.

Then, if the Third Gender he found were between fifteen and thirty-five years old, he would have been blessed by the Emperor and be conferred the title of an imperial concubine to reproduce with his children.

If one was younger than fifteen, they would be raised in the palace and wait until they reached the appropriate age to marry, and then the emperor would take them on as his concubines.

If the Third Gender he found was old, then he would only be able to stay in the palace and live his lonely life.

In other words, even if a man with the Monarch's mark on his body died, he would still remain in the palace.

If they were lucky, Third Gender who became the emperor's concubine would be favored by the emperor. If they were unlucky, they would only be bullied by the emperor's other concubines, and might even be framed and killed.

However, according to the records of history, Third Gender who became the imperial concubine would end up in a miserable state.

After all, their gender was that of a man. In the harem, they would be in an extremely awkward situation …

This was also the reason why it was getting harder and harder to find Third Gender. After entering the palace, it was equivalent to entering a fiery pit.

Furthermore, there was something very special about the Third Gender s, it was still related to their special physiques. Every full moon day, their bodies would become extremely strange, and they would become easily moved.

The reaction of a minor was not very obvious. Once he or she had reached adulthood, the response would be very obvious and the need for it would be very strong.

This prevented them from living a normal life. Not only did they have to avoid the people who came out with His Majesty's orders to look for them, they also had to do their best to restrain all kinds of strange reactions …

Blinking slowly, Murong Qing sat up from the ground while struggling to get up. Just as he was about to walk towards his shabby and remote room, he saw Lin Li standing a short distance away, looking at him with a guilty expression.

Murong Qing looked at Lin Li indifferently, then turned his gaze and walked towards his room.

He would never approach this person ever again.

It didn't matter if you didn't help him, but please don't lie to him. This was something he couldn't stand.

When Lin Li saw Murong Qing's disappointed expression, he felt especially uncomfortable. However, in the end, in order to survive, he still cowardly accepted the orders of the Eldest Young Master, and lied to this innocent youth who trusted him the most.

Murong Qing walked towards his room, he was so stubborn that he did not want to let his tears fall, he could only rely on himself in the future, if he was not stronger, he did not know if he could survive in this place.

Because his mother's identity was awkward, the First Lady used the excuse of not being decent and refused to let his mother stay in the main house. He could only live in this abandoned courtyard that was just one wall away from the house.

His mother did not have much to fight for, so living here was a bit more peaceful. Every day, she would clean up the garden and it did not look like an abandoned courtyard at all.

When he was young, he loved to play here. He didn't want to go out because the courtyard felt very warm to him, like home. Once he walked out, he would be bullied and teased by his older brothers and sisters.

However, since his mother had left a few years ago, the flowers and trees in the yard had all started to wilt, and he didn't know how to take care of them.

Now that he hadn't been back for ten days, this place had become even less of a place to live.

Murong Qing pushed open the courtyard door and entered. His entire person was out of sorts, he simply did not have the mood to look at this place that had become even worse.

In any case, this was only the place he was staying. It wasn't home at all.

Pushing open the door, Murong Qing walked in with his head lowered. As soon as he entered the room, he heard a familiar voice.

"Tsk, he's almost turning into a pig head."

Han Xiu was sitting on Murong Qing's bed with one leg crossed and the other leg outside.

Murong Qing looked at Han Xiu who was sitting on the bed in disbelief, his eyes sparkling and translucent. It was a scene that resembled the flickering of tears, clearly because he was so happy to see Han Xiu that he wanted to cry. It was as if at Han Xiu's place that he felt an inexplicable sense of security.

"You, why did you come in?"

Murong Qing ran over to the side of the bed and looked at Han Xiu as he asked that. After he finished speaking, tears started to uncontrollably roll down his face.

Han Xiu raised his hand and wiped the tears that had fallen from the corner of his eyes. However, Murong Qing just looked at him in shock, not expecting that Han Xiu would wipe his tears.

But he and the Da Zhuang …

He looked at Han Xiu with wide eyes and actually forgot to cry.

Han Xiu was also shocked by his actions. In the past, he would also use such a gentle action to treat his female companions, but that was just for show. At this moment, however, he couldn't help but do such an action, it was completely unexpected.

Unnaturally, he looked away and used his hands to reach into his clothes to take out something to cover up his momentary loss of composure.

Following that, a bottle of medicine appeared in front of Murong Qing.

Looking at the medicine bottle in front of him, Murong Qing asked, "This is?"

"If you don't want to turn into a pig head, then quickly wipe it."

The tears that Murong Qing had held back started to fall again, and this time they were truly moved.

Other than his mother, there had never been anyone who delivered medicine to him after he was bullied. Han Xiu was the first.

"Thank you …"

Then, he raised his head to look at Han Xiu and said, "I feel that you've changed quite a bit this time. You're not as foolish as you were before."

Han Xiu raised his brows and said, "Because I just recovered a little of my memories."

He was tired of playing Da Zhuang now, so he recovered himself.

However, it seemed like he couldn't get cold in front of this kid.

"Recovered your memories? Then are you a god? " Murong Qing did not forget this matter and could not help but ask again.

Han Xiu could not help but pat his head and say: "Where did these immortals come from, hurry up and wipe the medicine on his head!"

Murong Qing looked at him in dissatisfaction, then took the bottle and opened it.

Then, he passed the medicine bottle to Han Xiu and asked: "Can you help me wipe it?"

"You're making the most of it!"

Murong Qing then handed over the bottle: "I can't see where the injury is, and I don't have a mirror here, so you should help me to the end, alright?"

Han Xiu looked at his pitiful wagging face and felt his heart soften.

After taking the medicine bottle back, Han Xiu immediately poured the medicine in his hands and rubbed against Murong Qing's face. His rough actions almost caused Murong Qing to lose a layer of his skin, which made him cry out in pain.

"Ao, ao, ao, ao! It hurts!" Da Zhuang, can you be a bit lighter! "It hurts!"

"Who asked you to tell me to rub it for you. My hand strength has always been great!"

Murong Qing stopped screaming, and looked at Han Xiu with misty eyes.

Han Xiu bit on the corner of his mouth: "Big power is good for you, if you don't rub it hard, you won't be able to seep into the pill."

Murong Qing nodded, and stood there obediently while Han Xiu rubbed his face. After a while, he felt that his face was burning, and it was not the pain from before, but the burning sensation that came after the medicine had seeped into his wounds.

After the medicine was cleaned, Han Xiu placed the bottle back into Murong Qing's embrace and said: "It's about time, you can clean it again tonight. It's time for me to go back too. Take care of yourself. "

As he said that, just as Han Xiu was about to walk out of the room, he felt something tugging at the corner of his clothes. Just as he was about to raise his hand to pull at the corner of his clothes, he saw that a hand, even smaller than his own, was grabbing onto his clothes.

Han Xiu looked at Murong Qing who was standing behind him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Murong Qing wanted to say something but hesitated. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the ground without saying a word.

"Speak."

Han Xiu didn't actually like people who whined, especially men. Although this brat in front of him was still a child, he still liked to feel refreshed.

However, the feeling that Murong Qing gave him was not too different from before. It might be related to his delicate appearance.

If it was a man who was especially masculine and awkward, Han Xiu would have immediately taken back his clothes and left in big strides.

"Can you take me with you?" Murong Qing finally opened his mouth and asked Han Xiu to take him away.

He finally understood and thought it through. Other than being bullied, no one would care about him in this place, and the fatherly love he hoped for was simply illusory, far, far away from him. If so, why did he still have to be wronged like this, letting himself stay in this shabby courtyard, waiting for something that he couldn't possibly have?

If he followed the Da Zhuang and left, he might even be able to live his life like a human, and not a person that others despised.

Furthermore, he had to leave. The image of Murong Qian and Murong Bin's conversation just now surfaced in his mind, making him even more determined to leave …