the candles in the temple flickered on and off, and above the bed, the tent hung up, and the dim candles reflected the two people closely stacked on the bed. xuan long sat on yan iris's body, his hands vainly wrapped around his neck, barely supporting his body. the wound on his arm slowly flowed bright red blood with the constant bumps, and landed on the snow-white back ridge of the yan kite's muscles, and fell into the futon.
xuan long's eyebrows were slightly twisted, his lips were not silent, even his breathing was stoic and resolute, and yan iris's hands were clasped around his slightly rounded waist, pinching out the bruised stranglehold marks.
his gaze touched his slightly bulging abdomen and he frowned.
"i don't like the way you look now, but in a few days i'll send someone to huajing to find the abortion pill and leave the child as soon as possible."
xuan long was very thin, and the child looked a little pitifully small, smaller than the normal four-month pregnant person, but it was enough to make yan iris feel distracted.
he didn't know that for xuan long, it was the only little warmth left in this world, and whenever he felt that he couldn't hold on, the child in his belly moved slightly, and he had some strength again.
in the last life, his only wish is to find a stable growth environment for the child, accompany him on the last journey, and hope that the child in the womb will not go his own old way. it was the only thing he could give him, even at the cost of his life.
but yan yi felt that this child was a burden.
the child born from ning zhiyu's belly, yan yi will be very happy.
the long black hair covered xuan long's slender back, and fell a few bunches in front of him, he was full of some pain in his abdomen, his green eyes were hanging low, his forehead touched yan yu's chin from time to time, and his voice was unstable.
"you are not qualified... decide where he goes to stay. "
yan yi was not happy: "i am not qualified, who is qualified?" "
once yan iris was upset, xuan long was going to encounter it, and he gasped more and more, and it was rare to get on the bar with yan iris, intermittently.
"you don't want him... he has nothing to do with you. "
"shut up." yan yu pulled down his face, trying to make him say something he didn't like to hear again.
"everything about you has to do with me."
"if i say such a thing again in the future, i will—" the threatening words reached my mouth and suddenly broke off.
just how?
xuan long drew the corners of his lips, "you... kill me. "
yan yi's heart appeared a little panicked, his eyes flickered a few times, and he said hard.
"i just... i killed the fox spirit. "
xuan long did not speak anymore.
yan yi successfully told him to shut up, but he was even more unhappy, so he picked up the man on his body and turned over, and pressed him down on the bed.
xuan long never looked at him much at such a time, always closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side, silently enduring, as if it was a very bad thing to be with him.
yan yu pinched xuan long's face forcing him to turn around, his eyes cold.
"look at me."
"don't look at me."
he was with ning zhiyu all day, but he was like a jackal, tiger and leopard who had been hungry for a long time, xuan long didn't know what yan yi really thought, his sweetheart was next door, and he had to pestered him to do these meaningless things.
seeing xuan long looking at himself in a daze, yan yi frowned.
"i tell you, don't think i'm hooked on you like this."
"it's because ayu's body is not good that i reluctantly vented on you."
i see.
xuan long lowered his eyes and bowed his head.
"that's really hard for you."
yan yi snorted, "no. "
"wake up." in the middle of the night, xuan long was pushed by someone in a daze, and he opened his eyes tiredly, and said to shangyan's cold face, "you should go." "
"it wouldn't be nice if ayu found out you were here."
xuan long propped up the bed and sat up, slowly went to bed to pick up the clothes on the ground to wear, so that the action of the body out of a layer of cold sweat, he fastened the clothes belt, pale turned around, "mistle ..."
yan yi's ears were cocooned when he heard this name, and he reflexively resented, "rest assured, i will pay you back tomorrow." "
"as you wish."
xuan long was silent for a moment, "you send someone to send him out of the palace." "
"...... i didn't want to see him anymore. "
yan yi tickled his lips: "it is impossible, who knows if he will go out to find any rescue soldiers, you had better stop the idea of leaving me."
xuan long knew that if he didn't hand over neidan, yan yi probably wouldn't let mistle go, and there was no point in saying more at the moment, so he turned around and wanted to leave.
"wait." yan iris stared at the red sac around his waist.
"what's that hanging on your body?"
xuan long looked down, it was mistletoe sent to him, often felt uncomfortable in his stomach, with this sachet with the effect of calming the gods and nourishing the fetus, it could alleviate some discomfort.
he reached out and covered the bag and tightened it.
"nothing."
"stop." yan yi rushed from the edge of the bed in a few steps, pulled the bag off his waist, and the red lanyard was immediately broken, and the movement was so fast that xuan long did not have time to stop it.
xuan long frowned and held out his hand, "return me." "
yan yi stared at the palm of his hand, and the green tendons in his forehead jumped violently. he had seen this style of tips at the night market of the beggar festival, which was clearly used as a promise gift.
"who sent you?"
xuan long didn't know what the other party was angry about, the soul eater's pain was attacking more and more frequently, his teeth were trembling with pain, he just wanted to go back and rest well, muffled.
"it's none of your business, give it back to me."
yan yi slammed the bag to the ground, "you're so mean, aren't you?" who sent you the heart you received? "
xuan long responded with a low voice, bending down to pick up the bag that had landed at the feet of yan yi.
"well, i'm just a slut."
before the hand could touch it, yan yi raised his foot and stepped on the bag.
"the lowly don't deserve this kind of thing."
the bag was finally crushed by yan iris with the soles of his feet, and the spices inside leaked out and spilled on the ground. the delicate red satin surface is full of dark footprints.
yan yu ruined mistle's kindness and left, xuan long's fingertips twisted the broken shell of the bag, trying in a vain attempt to clean up the dirt on it, but he couldn't do anything.
"despicable people... don't you deserve to use this kind of thing..."
he murmured what fang cai yanyi had said.
it turns out that lowly people are not worthy of using this kind of thing.
the night was thick, and when xuan long went out, yan yi had already entered ning zhiyu's door, and he walked back to the qiankun palace with a strong support and fell outside the door.
when he woke up again, it was still dark, there were candles burning in the temple, xuanlong was a little confused about the time, and someone on the side of the bed held his hand, which was warm.
"apo... you're awake. mistle was fine when he called his name, but the second half of the sentence was dumb.
xuan long sniffed and looked, his ice-green eyes were faintly soft, and his throat did not make much sound due to the high heat.
"mistle... you're back. "
"hmm." mistle returned with a thick nasal sound.
xuan long's gaze fell down on mistle's blood-stained prison coat, his long hair was scattered, his white face was dirty, and he looked at the marks on his body, as if he had been whipped out.
"they hit you."
mistle smiled, squeezed his hand and said, "what is this little injury, little master, i can stand it." "
xuan long turned his head and closed his eyes.
"i'm sorry."
"i shouldn't have brought you here."
mistle: "you should have brought me." "
"if you don't bring me, i don't know what kind of hot days you have here, and they have gone too far to make you faint outside the door, and if i hadn't come back, you wouldn't have known how long you would be lying outside."
xuan long narrowed his eyes and looked upwards, "... he won't let you go. "
mistletoe said dumbly, "i like to be with you, i am wherever you are, you have already dumped me once, this time you don't want to dump me again." "
"don't lie to me... i don't allow you to sacrifice anything for me, we all have to live well, as long as we live, there is hope to leave. "
xuan long looked at mistle, his enchanted eyes glowing red under the candle flame, and there was a tough light in them.
"the fox clan has a highly respected elder who is proficient in astronomical geography and has a way to prolong your life and keep you alive."
"don't you want to grow up with shui shui?" ......"
xuan long opened his lips, "think..."
mistle took the opportunity to say, "then you promise me not to do stupid things, not to compromise with that bastard... even for me. "
xuan long was silent, "good. "
at this moment, xuan long had hope in his heart, and there was mistle on his side to accompany him, and the suffering in front of him seemed to be nothing.
however, he never expected that one day, mistle would leave this world before him.
since xiao dezi was replaced, the new eunuch xu ishi saw yan yu leave xuanlong here and ignore it, and with the prestige of the old lord, he always intentionally or unintentionally sent some steamed meals over, and those things would not die or go to half life.
the imperial dining room does not steal every day, and if it does not steal, it can only eat moldy food.
at noon on this day, the little eunuch arrogantly threw two steamed buns that had been placed for several days on the table in the outer temple and left, and mistle opened the steamed buns to see that there were worms inside.
he smashed the steamed bun on the ground, and his eyes were red with anger: "it's too much, as an emperor, he won't even give fresh food." "
back in the inner temple, only to see xuan long leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes closed, his face bloodless and sweaty, mistle knew that he was in soul-eating pain and had another attack, and went over in pain, wiping the sweat for him with his sleeve.
"apo..."
"does it hurt so much?"
xuan long closed his eyes and shook his head, weakly.
"i can stand it."
at this time, mistle could do nothing but quietly accompany him.
after the attack, xuan long fell asleep weakly, and mistle covered him with a quilt, went out of the temple, and returned with two more red carp in his arms.
qiankun palace has a small kitchen, and mistle carefully cleans the fish, one of which is cut off from the bones and cut into fillets, and the other is steamed.
"apo... it's time for dinner. "
xuan long is now pregnant, and it is not okay not to eat on time, soraku calls him up, and the fox dragon sits down at the table together.
mistletoe clipped a piece of sashimi into xuanlong's bowl and smiled, "the fish was collected from the imperial dining room, i forgot to take the fish sauce, the taste is inevitably dull, you will eat it." "
xuan long shook his head, "that's fine."
"you eat too."
xuan long knew that mistle wanted to cook it, so he didn't take a long chunk of steamed fish into his bowl, and the second demon in the palace was eating warmly, when the door was suddenly pushed open.
the eunuch who summoned xiao dust walked in, followed by a tall and cold palace maid and two guards with knives. xiao dust pointed to mistle, a pair of hanging triangular eyes full of darkness, and his toes were high and high.
"it was he who stole the queen's beloved red carp."
"the fish scales are still in the small kitchen, the evidence of the nails."