Chapter 226

He didn't know how he finally got out of Aunt Liu's yard. He only felt that there was darkness before him, and then there was no direction. He walked on and on. He walked out of the yard and walked through the corridor. It seemed that someone was saying something behind him, and it seemed that there was no sound.

Until his whole body bumped into the door, his fingers held the wooden copper plated railings, and finally he was completely silent. The breath stuck in his throat was not swallowed, so he couldn't spit out. He looked up and saw the white pear blossoms blooming in the moonlight.

I don't know when, he was staggering to the spring Pavilion.

Pear flowers in the Milky light floating in the light, such as wisps of fragrance slowly spread out.

Staring for a moment, he subconsciously stepped up, but stumbled on the last staircase and sat there with his fingers slightly raised. He moved his body to the pear blossom branches stretching from the window on the attic and several snow petals falling on the ground.

It turns out that in his last life, when he stepped out of the palace with filial piety, he not only acted as a shield for the heartless person, but also acted as a shield for his own younger brother and sister under the control of his parents who had passed away.

It turns out that the first one who betrayed him was not Zhen, the princess of the county, Nan Jinglong, her husband's husband, and Jiang Hui, her cousin.

It was his parents who had expected to live day and night, even though he did not regret the loss of all that he had.

The last betrayal, he took a lifetime to complete, so this time?

How long will it take?

After a few steps, I suddenly stepped into the sky, and the moonlight faded away like a tide, and it was dark.

He fell down on the attic. His blue long clothes slipped from the gap of the stairs. His slender fingers stretched out the railing as if he wanted to touch the moonlight. When he crossed, he suddenly fell down and hit the bronze carving with a thump.

The silence around him spread like water. He lay there askew, his eyes half open and half closed, and his body was soft and painful. He had no strength to get up again.

As if it was just a moment later, there was a very light and light footstep sound in my ear, followed by a sudden rapid breath, and a calm and cold voice ringing in my ears.

"Chen Hua, Chen Hua..."

Who is it?

Eyelid unwilling to earn a few times, followed by the dark surging.

Who's calling me that?

"You are awake." Seeing the eyelids of the man in his arms moved, his eyes turned black for a long time. The man in white could not help but drop down and caress his white side face with cold fingertips. His white clothes seemed to embrace the moonlight and shadow of flowers. Half of his beautiful face was illuminated. According to the color of his eyes, he seemed to melt and his voice was more gentle.

"You don't look right. Your pulse is very disordered. Just now your breath has gone astray, and you are almost possessed by the devil. Fortunately, I came in time, or you will lose your martial arts. "

Jiang Luoyu's black eyelashes trembled, as if he didn't know him. He fixed his eyes on him for a long time, but his fingers slowly lifted up and touched his face.

"Chen Hua?" Feeling the warmth on his cheek, he rushed to the palace immediately after finishing the work. First, he found that the figure of Jiang Luoyu was very busy in the courtyard of the dying side imperial concubine. However, he did not find Jiang Luoyu's figure. So he searched the courtyard where the son of the world should live. He also found that Jiang Luoyu was lying on the stairs with his eyes closed, which made Murong, who was suddenly out of his mind Hao, this just slightly released a breath, and his eyes at this time obscure.

"Why look at me like this?"

The quiet man in his arms didn't answer the question, but the fingers on his cheek did not take back. Instead, they drew them gently. It was not like describing his face, but more like describing his heart.

The light white petals of pear blossom fall down and fall on the corner of the couch where they hold each other and flutter on the ground.

"Remember here?" There was no answer. The man in white was silent for a moment. He was not a man of eloquence, but he opened his mouth again. His voice and the fragrance of pear blossom were refreshing. "This is the place where we first met."

On that spring day many years ago, pear flowers were floating in the silent attic, and the children's clear voice resounded.

"How do you do this? It's a big wound. Does it hurt?"

Pear blossom out in front of the lattice window, a child in white with thick gauze on his face. The bitter taste of medicine depresses all the sweetness of the flower, and the exposed cheek is pale without a bit of blood. Seeing a child in blue from nowhere, he just shakes his head in silence. There is no pain in the bottom of his eyes, but a deep stillness.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the boy pursed his lips and jumped forward. He grabbed his finger and looked at the wound on his face. His apple like face rose.

"I'll breathe for you. My mother said that it won't hurt."

Hearing the words, the child in white still had no expression on his face, but he fixed his eyes on the hand he had been caught. Suddenly, he pulled out his finger a little bit, crossed the person in front of him, and retreated into the pear blossom again. However, the boy in Tsing Yi refused to let him go easily. He took a few steps with him with his pouting mouth. After staring at him for a moment, he suddenly exclaimed."You have good eyes." The child's warm breath sprang up, and behind him he could not retreat. The person under the pear blossom appeared to be some unspeakable embarrassment. He could only passively be held by his arm again. His lovely face was seen in the corner of his eyes. His eyes darkened and his lips became more and more tight.

"Why don't you talk and play with me? I tell you, our yard is very big. It doesn't matter if you live one more. My younger brother and sister are afraid of me when they see that I am a legitimate son. You can stay and play with me in the future. "

After saying this, Jiang Luoyu, who was still a child, shook his head. Jiang Luoyu, who was still a child, was not happy at last. She raised her hand and grabbed the person in front of her. Suddenly, she shook him violently. Then she stepped forward on tiptoe into his arms and protested loudly: "why not? I can't find you easily. You have to play with me!"

Standing not far away from their bodies, Bai Tingfang, who was just a servant girl, fled with muronghao for a long time. When Bai Tingfang, who had just returned to her senses, saw this scene, she couldn't help pursing the corners of her lips, and the first smile appeared on her face.

This little son of a bitch is really interesting. It's hard to find a playmate of the same age as you. It's not easy to find you.

However, the child in white didn't see the funny eyes of the people beside him. He was suddenly bewitched by the soft and fragrant things in his arms. After blinking his eyes, he could not help repeating: "it's not easy..."

As soon as he uttered these four words, Jiang Luoyu, who was buried in his arms, jumped up abruptly, pulled his clothes with bright eyes, and cried out to him happily: "you have spoken! what you were saying? Say it again, say it again! "

The young Murong Hao didn't understand his meaning, and was a little deaf by his loud voice. Subconsciously, he said, "stay..."

"It's very kind of you to stay." Young Jiang Luoyu heard him agree, immediately raised a very brilliant smile, but also afraid of the people in front of him to repent, immediately stretched out his little soft little thumb, again used coquetry * * "that even if you promise me, we pull hook, you will stay, stay with me."

At that time, when the young man said this with a smile, the sky outside the lattice window also had a breeze, and the pear flowers hanging on the branches were floating on the hands of the two people, which had a lingering and intimate meaning at that moment.

The man in white hugged the man in his arms. His memory was interrupted by the cold wind blowing in. He looked down at the man in his arms. He was surprised to find that he closed his eyes again, as if he had already fallen asleep.

"Chen Hua?"

He called softly, but no one in his arms answered. Seeing that he looked peaceful and peaceful, he was not as ugly as he had just looked at him. He put down his heart a little, closed his arms, looked down at his white and beautiful face, and then slightly tilted his head, against the tip of the nose of the sleeping man, and was deeply intertwined with his breath.

But at this time, the man who was sleeping beside him fell into the boundless darkness when muronghao bent down.

A piece of snow pear blossom is flying in the dream, blood and fire light from the distant towering familiar palace, as if he had seen the scenery before, but he did not have any reaction, just stood still and looked at it, motionless and expressionless.

Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around, facing a ferocious and familiar face.

It's nanjinglong who is dead.

The face was still handsome and hazy, wearing a dragon's robe. It was no longer the pathetic proton of this life, but the dress of the king of gold. The golden dragon with five claws unfolded on the robe. Behind him was endless darkness and blood. He fixed his eyes on him without saying a word. The corners of his lips rose slightly, but a line of blood and tears flowed from the bottom of his eyes To kill.

He could not help but step back, but felt the hot liquid rolling down on his back. He turned his face to face Jiang Hui's smiling face. The girl's white face was particularly striking in the black and red color. At the next moment, it turned into blood and flesh blur, and the long fingernails stretched out towards his face, and then a burst of pain occurred it was as if he had been hit hard by something on his chest, his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly lift his eyelids. He suddenly woke up from his nightmare and gasped with cold sweat.

Even if you open your eyes, there is darkness in front of you.

The pain in his chest was still on. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the bedding under his tight skin. He didn't make any sound. His face, which was wet with sweat, tilted slightly. There seemed to be something burning in his dark jade eyes. When his eyes moved to his cool and beautiful face, he felt a strong sweet smell almost burst out of his throat.

The hand holding the quilt under her body is lifted up a little bit, and it is suddenly clasped on the neck of the people around her in the form of claw. Like a jade statue that has lost her breath, Jiang Luoyu's face is hidden in her black hair.

His hands were extremely cold and white. Under the moonlight, his skin refracted cold light, and his action was cruel and merciless. In an instant, he caught him, and his face was flushed. According to his eyes, his first reaction was to hold the wrist of the man and try to throw him out.However, when he saw clearly who was lying on his body with his hands clasped around his neck and trying to strangle him to death, his hands, which had already accumulated internal power, suddenly settled in place, as if losing all their strength, and slowly fell on the bed. According to the color of his eyes, his eyes twinkled, and after a deep look at him, he seemed to have no sense of it Yes.

It is still a completely submissive posture. Even if the breath becomes more and more rapid, the face and lips turn blue and purple. There are bursts of black light in front of you. The people lying in bed have no resistance. Even the whole person has a kind of tacit approval and silent communication - if this is what you want, if I have, I will give it to you.

Even this life.