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Qi Mao noticed that Shen Huaiyu was restless today.

When working in the treasury, even the chief can only bring one subordinate, and others can only wait in the corridor outside the treasury.Shen Huaiyu's entourage left the outer treasury for some unknown reason, and not long after, Shen Huaiyu also filed a leave.

Shen Huaiyu stood absent-mindedly outside the Kumen for a while, recognized Qi Mao and the others as members of his residence, beckoned them over and said, "Take me to Tongtai Temple."

Tongtai Temple is an official temple, located in the corner of the imperial city, separated from the palace city by a bridge, and concubines and concubines of the palace often go here to offer incense.

When he arrived at Tongtai Temple, Shen Huaiyu waved Qi Mao and several young elders away and said, "Go to the hall and add a lamp for me." But he turned around and walked towards the Ordination Hall.

The Shoujie Hall is built against the mountain, and behind the mountain is the temple in the imperial city. Qi Mao glanced at the direction where Shen Huaiyu's back disappeared, thoughtfully.

Clean outside.

The companion of the Taiping Hou Mansion urged impatiently: "Are you alright?!"

Qi Mao begged his companions: "I've been holding back in the treasury for half a day, whoever expected to be bumped all the way like this, couldn't help it."

The companion gave a "tsk" and said: "I will cover it for you first, if you fail to return to the mansion with Lord Hou in time, you can leave by yourself later."

Qi Mao thanked him a thousand times, and the family of the Taiping Hou Mansion left first.

When Shen Huaiyu left Tongtai Temple restlessly, he didn't know that there was one person missing in the carriage.

Qi Mao listened to the footsteps of others going away in the clean room, turned over silently, and fell onto the beam.

He lay down on the beam, adjusted his breathing rate, and waited for the night.

The two little yellow gates came out together, and complained while pouring water: "When will the palace send someone over to deal with that person?"

Another person said: "Moduo asked, just wait."

The person in front said: "This man is so stubborn, if he doesn't reveal the whereabouts of that Mrs. Xiang, I'm afraid he won't survive."

Another person sighed: "Who can say otherwise?"

They chatted casually, and Qi Mao silently imitated their manners and voices on the beam.

The two sniffed casually, and asked a little strangely, "What's the smell?"

Before the words fell, they both fell to the ground limply.

Qi Mao jumped down lightly, hid the two of them in a secluded place, changed into Xiaohuangmen's clothes by himself, and tried to walk towards the Ordination Hall.

Qi Mao walked in the door as if no one was there, the old monk guarding the precept hall gave him a listless look, then looked away.

Qi Mao walked through the outer hall nonchalantly, there were several small yellow gates in the courtyard, each doing their own thing, only two people raised their heads and glanced at him casually, and then looked away indifferently.

Going to the inner hall again, I really saw a person locked in a side room, covered in blood, I don't know if he is dead or alive.

A few little yellow men sat around playing dominoes, and one of them complained, "Why haven't Fukang and Fuji come back yet?"

Another asked: "Are they twins? They even go to the bathroom together?"

Several people burst into laughter.

One of them stood up and glanced around casually, pointed at Qi Mao and said, "Come here and watch the cards for me! If you lose, it's yours!"

Qi Mao moved over in small steps, and made a subtle expression that dared not speak out at the right time.

The bloody man who was lying on the ground suddenly raised his head and looked directly at him.

Qi Mao paused for catching the domino, and then lowered his head nonchalantly.

Ah Wu.

When Shen Menghan woke up, it was also a gloomy afternoon.

In the early afternoon, the early sun shines on the dim yellow leaves, and the ginkgo is about to turn yellow, and it is crumbling.

As soon as he opened his eyes, it was as if an oracle came down to the world. In Xie Chenyan's world, rivers flowed into the sea, and the four seasons began to rotate.

Everyone gathered around his couch, Xie Chenyan sat on his knees, lost his confidence to be favored and proud, and waited until dusk without saying a word.

He waited silently until the people around Shen Menghan retreated, then moved to his couch and knelt down on the ground, his demeanor reminded Shen Menghan of the little yellow dog guarding the door in an ordinary farmhouse.

He didn't know how long he had slept, nor when Xie Chenyan came back, but the young man had completely faded his greenness during these days, and the sharp and sharp lines of his jaw showed, which made him feel distressed for no reason.

He gently pinched the young man's cheeks, there were a few shallow scratches on his snow-white round cheeks, which were particularly eye-catching.

Xie Chenyan lowered his eyes and let him touch him without saying a word, but he didn't complain as usual, and he also lost his usual coquettish courage.

Shen Menghan couldn't bear to blame him like this.

The long neck was folded into an aggrieved and low arc, and Shen Menghan glanced inadvertently, and saw several bloodstains on his back exposed behind the wide collar.

"Where else is injured?" Shen Menghan coaxed softly: "Take off your clothes and show me."

Xie Chenyan tugged on the belt hesitantly, but didn't intend to untie it, stepped back a bit, and said with twinkling eyes: "No more."

Shen Menghan's focus was on him, so how could he not notice the change in his expression, so he restrained his expression, and said in a deep voice, "Take off."

Xie Chenyan begged for mercy in a low voice: "It's really all right."

Shen Menghan didn't speak anymore, just looked down at him indifferently, not angry.

Xie Chenyan was captured by his gaze, and lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

Shen Menghan withdrew her thin and lonely fingers.

Xie Chenyan subconsciously tried to persuade him to stay, and raised his head to meet his gaze, sharp and indifferent.

He trembled slightly, not daring to refute anymore, and untied his belt with trembling fingers.

On the young man's shiny and fair back, there are several stick marks scattered, layer upon layer, which is shocking.

Shen Menghan's gaze changed a few times, and he gently reached out to touch the scar.

In the hidden pavilion, there is no precious wound medicine, the wound just looks scary, but in fact it should be fine, but Shen Menghan's fingers are slightly cold, and when he touched Xie Chenyan's back, a piece of cold hair came up, Xie Chenyan was shocked, Immediately shivered slightly.

Sensing the boy's trembling, Shen Menghan withdrew his fingers and said softly, "Who did it?"

Xie Chenyan's eyes flickered and said: "When I was being hunted down, I rubbed myself on the ground."

Shen Menghan looked down at him.

How can the bruised and the wounded be the same.

But Xie Chenyan is so squeamish and self-willed, usually he would come to him to complain and seek comfort after being bitten by A Hua, but now he is left with injuries all over, but Ai Ai said, I fell myself.

Shen Menghan didn't expose him, but stretched out his hands to close his clothes, and said softly: "Be careful in the future."

How could he not know where the injury on his body came from? When he didn't see the injury, he also thought that if Zhou Qian hadn't punished him, he would have to punish him with a small punishment. After all, Xie Chenyan had indeed made a mistake. If not punished, how will Yin Pavilion convince the public in the future.

But after seeing the injury, he knew that he would not give up.

If he was awake, he wouldn't bear Xie Chenyan's slight injury, he was bitten by A'hua, and his heart ached.

Seeing such an injury, his heart ached as if it had been gouged out.

How could he endure that someone else would hurt the person on his heart?

He himself is not willing.

He is doomed to be a stupid and stupid person.

Shen Menghan put his hand lightly on his shoulder, and Xie Chenyan obediently leaned over.

Shen Menghan just wanted to ask for a silent hug, but he didn't expect him to be so caring, as if his whole body fell into his embrace.

The young man is still relatively thin, but his frame is flexible and his figure is handsome. He is a newborn tree, and he has the potential to rise above the clouds.

He lowered his head lightly, and then rested his head on his shoulder, with pity and love, his heart was sore, and he sighed imperceptibly.

How can he control himself and not be greedy for such unconscious tenderness.

Xie Chenyan leaned on the side of the couch and told him all the things that happened these days in detail.

He knew that there was nothing wrong with washing the pillow, and he also knew that Shen Menghan actually saved the lives of Xiaohua's mother and daughter, so when he repeated these things to Shen Menghan, he felt even more embarrassed and ashamed.

After hearing such an incredible story, Shen Menghan didn't show any surprise.

It was just silent for a long time, and he let out a long breath.

Xie Chenyan held his cold hand: "You don't seem to be surprised."

Shen Menghan said: "Yes."

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, revealing his pale and weak neck.

Xie Chen pressed his cigarette butt against him, felt his weak but steady pulse, sniffed the cool medicinal fragrance on his body with attachment and said, "I can't even believe it, why did you believe it so casually?"

Shen Menghan said softly: "Maybe it's because... I have no hope for people's hearts."

Xie Chenyan shrank his fingers, and said with tears in his eyes, "What about me? Do you have any hope for me?"

Shen Menghan opened his eyes and looked at him gravely. If he had no hope for him, he probably wouldn't be so sad.

But what's the use?

This person tugged at his heartstrings without authorization, but he was still ignorant and unaware of it.

Even touching it, he felt as if he was desecrating his innocence and innocence.

Xie Chenyan's stubborn lock of hair made him itchy slightly.

He rubbed lightly and sighed slightly.

Xie Chenyan said sadly: "We, Nan Yan and Bei Zhao, can't we not fight?"

It all started because of the war, if it wasn't because of the war between the two countries, they would not have been injured if they were too late to cultivate each other, so why bother Mrs. Xiang to use such a vicious method.

Shen Menghan said softly: "Your father is a young hero with great ambitions. If he is still alive, the battle between the two sides will not be settled."

He broke people and died for the Beizhao army and politicians, and it can be regarded as a bloodbath for ideals and ambitions. I don't know if he has never regretted it in the end.

Xie Chenyan emphasized: "He is him, and I am me. What he wants to do has nothing to do with me."

Shen Menghan couldn't help being stunned for a moment, this was what he said to comfort Xie Chenyan, and now Xie Chenyan returned the original words, even the eloquent Young Master Yin couldn't help being dumbfounded for a while.

He stroked Xie Chenyan's hair amusedly, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yan is right."

Shen Menghan was also thinking about the war, and carefully sorted out the people in the imperial army and court who went to the southwest border 20 years ago.

Xiangxiu Chi needed to change his body because he died of a serious illness, so why did the abandoned disciple of Weaving Star Palace need to change someone else's body?

With a sudden thought, Shen Menghan straightened up from the couch suddenly, startling Xie Chenyan who was lying beside his couch.

Shen Menghan breathed unsteadily and said: "Xiaoyan, you know that man with superb martial arts will fight you with a whip made of Tianluoyin."