cold jade

Hanyu heard the sound of the door opening in a daze, wanted to turn over and look back, but held on for a long time with both hands, her body was motionless, so she had to give up and muttered: "Xiaolan, you're back."

"En." Mo Lan responded, closed the door, and put a torn padded jacket under his armpit and the four steamed buns he was carrying on the table.He was exhausted at first, but when he saw the wild boar leg on the table, he suddenly became furious. He slapped the table and shouted, "You...you...are you and that wild boar...again?" He grabbed the pig leg, Open the door and throw it out, "A real man won't eat what you get!"

Han Yu choked herself with a mouthful of saliva, and rolled her eyes suddenly, thinking, you have not eaten less in the past three years.Too lazy to argue with the child, she raised her hand and said, "Help uncle up." Mo Lan gritted his teeth and helped him up, leaning against the head of the bed.

"You are the dignified Marquis of Guo'an, how can you be so shameless?" Mo Lan pointed at the wild boar's leg outside the door, tears of humiliation already appeared in his eyes.Mo Lan is just sixteen this year, ten years younger than Han Yu.The first time I saw Han Yu and Gao Yuanshan having sex, I was only fourteen, and that scene had a great impact on this young man.The main reason for the bed sheet was to get a morsel of food, which made the boy even more heartbroken and vomited blood.Young self-esteem, the pride of being a former royal family, everything is impacting his fragile heart.From then on, Gao Yuanshan with an honest face was the last thing he wanted to see.

Han Yu dug her ears, she was already used to Mo Lan's anger, and added: "The Marquis of Guo'an in the former court has a fart!"

Mo Lan looked at him in disbelief with wide, watery eyes, and tremblingly said, "How could you be so rude? Are you..."

"The former Marquis of Guoan, I know!"

Mo Lan said again: "I am..."

"The former crown prince!" Han Yu interrupted again, the corners of her beautiful mouth curled up, and it was a mockery in Mo Lan's eyes. "When you ate your first bite of food three years ago, you were no longer the prince of the previous dynasty. You were a down-and-out wanderer, so let's live your life like this." Hanyu stood up and looked Looking at the steamed buns on the table, he changed the subject and said, "Ah, you earned two copper coins today, which is not bad." Mo Lan is now helping others write family letters in the town at the foot of the mountain. A ragged padded jacket was spread on the ground to write, so naturally there were no guests.It's not been a week since it opened, and this is the first time it has earned money. A letter costs two copper coins, and two copper coins buy four steamed buns.

Han Yu beckoned: "Xiao Lan, come here." Mo Lan walked over with tears on his face, Han Yu hugged him, patted his back and said: "This is very good, you can support yourself with your own hands. Forget Let's go, it's all a dream, now is the reality, remember, we are just ordinary poor people in the countryside, don't let those false names overwhelm you. Gao Yuanshan is voluntary, I don't feel wronged at all. He is very good, He is honest and capable, without him, the two of us would have been exposed to the wilderness. He doesn't despise me, and you can feel at ease when you leave, he can support me for the rest of my life."

Mo Lan shook her head and cried, "I won't leave, I will serve uncle for the rest of my life."

Han Yu laughed and said: "You will find a little girl with a sign in the future, and you will get married and have children sooner or later. You really want to stay on this mountain for the rest of your life." He pulled Mo Lan to squat down, and stroked his face. The color of wheat has changed, and his immature facial features have also transformed into rigid lines. He is completely different from before, and no one will recognize him when he is thrown back to the capital. It is possible to remain anonymous for a lifetime.It's not like him...he just stayed in this deep mountain and old forest for the rest of his life. It was pretty desolate at first, but God gave Gao Yuanshan an idiot, so he wouldn't be lonely after all.

Helping Mo Lan wipe away tears, only hearing the sound of hunger whistling in Mo Lan's belly, Mo Lan's cheeks flushed, Han Yu smiled and said: "Go and pick up the pig's leg, the wild dog will take it away later, look Do you regret it?"

Mo Lan pouted, and trotted to the door to pick up the pork leg.He looked at the pork leg and sighed.Yes, without Gao Yuanshan, they would have died long ago.Three years ago, his uncle led him to escape from the pursuit, and his uncle jumped off the cliff and fell into the river with him in his arms.They went down the river and were pushed to the downstream bank, narrowly escaped death.When falling off the cliff, my uncle used his body as a meat pad, and his entire back was bloody from the fall, and his legs were also crippled.Uncle said that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, and go to the deep mountains.So he dragged his uncle into the mountain with the broken straw mat he picked up, and when he came here, he met Gao Yuanshan.Gao Yuanshan was actually pretty good. He took them in and bought medicine for his uncle.The wooden house they live in now was built by Gao Yuanshan. The broken beds and tables and chairs at home were also picked up by Gao Yuanshan from the town. Even the tattered quilts were given to them by Gao Yuanshan himself.All in all, all in all, without Gao Yuanshan, they were doomed back then.Therefore, Gao Yuanshan should have been a benefactor, and he shouldn't have hated this person.However, when he saw Gao Yuanshan lying on top of his uncle having sex, he immediately felt his brain congested, and he almost didn't bring it up in one breath.At first, he didn't understand, but when he got older, he suddenly knew why this inexplicable disgust came from, he was jealous, he was jealous of Gao Yuanshan, he liked his uncle, his uncle.

Mo Lan shook her head and slapped herself, thinking about something messed up.

Han Yu was sitting on a chair burning pork legs, heard the sound of slaps, and looked up at Mo Lan who was filling the stove pit with firewood.Mo Lan raised her head, her eyes met, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Slap the mosquito." Han Yu smiled without saying a word, holding the armrest of the chair with one hand, and turned the meat with a spatula with the other.

It's almost the beginning of winter, where did the mosquitoes come from? This kid has something on his mind.Han Yu knew it in her heart, but was too lazy to point it out.

The two of them were silent, the smell of the meat in the pot filled the whole room, Hanyu was content to be able to eat this delicious food when he was down and down.After a long time, Mo Lan muttered in a low voice: "Uncle, actually, you didn't have to run away back then...Maybe General Lin wouldn't kill you..."

Han Yu stared at the pot without raising his head, and said casually: "What kind of shit is General Lin, I don't know him."

When he said that, Mo Lan naturally didn't dare to say any more.He knew that the more sad his uncle was, the more indifferent he would act.

The two boiled the meat in salt water and ate the steamed buns, and they were all bursting with oil.When Mo Lan put away the bowls, she saw Han Yu staring at the table in a daze, and when she came back from washing the dishes, she saw Han Yu lying on the table and throwing up all the food she ate at night.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Mo Lan rushed over, grabbed his precarious body, hugged him and put him on the bed.

Han Yu closed her eyes tightly, pressed her chest with one hand, and her lower back with the other, and the front and back pain pinched him, making him in agony.He could only gasp heavily, trying to relieve his suffocating chest, his throat was sweet, he turned over on his stomach on the edge of the bed, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Mo Lan was frightened into a fool, and shouted: "Don't be angry, uncle, Lan'er will never mention him again, uncle..."

Han Yu was lying on the edge of the bed, cold sweat dripping down her cheeks, her black hair was twisted into strands and sticking to her pale face.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his lower body was twitching non-stop, with waves of pain creeping into his back.But he wanted to laugh, why does this thing look like someone else's legs, and what jumps and jumps is really his own thing?Haha, interesting, if Lin Hao saw it, would he feel any regret?Lin Hao... General Lin... No, he is already the emperor, his last kindness was lost when he was ordered to kill him, and he and he can only be killed and killed in this life ...