Sang Tu Doomsday

By coincidence, I kissed the corner of his mouth, and then slowly kissed his lips, and he didn't push me away.I slowly deepened the kiss, until he couldn't breathe, he wrapped his hands around my neck, and called me vaguely, "...uh...brother...your highness..."

I blinked to let the pimples out of my eyes.He wasn't quite sober yet.Seeing that I let him go, he unconsciously rubbed against me. I only felt hot, but knew that I couldn't continue.

Not to mention that I don't have love with him, even if there is, he is still so young, I shouldn't be emotional or reasonable.I shook him and called him in a hoarse voice, "A Tu..." He regained consciousness for a moment, blinked, "...brother?"

I nodded, he looked at me, then at himself, suddenly thought of something, big tears fell down, his whole body trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.While trembling, he admitted his mistake. "Brother...Brother, I...Your Highness... Your Highness, forgive me, slave...Slave...I know my mistake...Your Highness...Your Highness don't want me, I will be obedient...Really...I will really be obedient...Woo...Your Highness..."

I hugged him, and dense kisses fell on the top of his head, forehead, and corners of his mouth.Every time I touch him, he trembles even more, "... Good... It's not your fault, it's okay, good..."

He was already crying soberly, he was murmuring non-stop, his body was shaking more and more, his whole body was icy cold, I was afraid that he might catch a cold, so I carried him into the bedroom and wrapped him up with the quilt. Cover tightly.

There were teardrops on his pale face, and he was groggy. When I touched his face, he was really hot. I wanted to pour a basin of cold water to reduce the fever, but he seemed a little uneasy, and held my hand tightly. I couldn't bear to break him apart, so I had to wrap both of us up in blankets.

Woke up in the middle of the night, sweating all over.Seeing him sleeping soundly, he didn't bother anymore.I kissed the corners of his eyes and hugged him to continue sleeping.

Early the next morning, when I woke up, he was no longer on the bed. I thought he was sweating and his fever was gone, and he was more energetic, so I didn't care.

So when I opened the door and saw him kneeling in front of the door with red eyes, I was a little shocked.

When he saw me coming out, he greeted me and said breakfast was ready, and he didn't know how long he had been kneeling. "Your Highness...Your Highness has no one to serve you now, and you will leave this servant behind. This servant must keep his own place and never...be shameless...If...if Your Highness doesn't want to see this servant...Slave, hide in the dark, no...you won't stain His Highness's eyes... ...and in today's world, slaves can still help His Highness block death, slaves are still useful, then... then slaves are useless, His Highness will throw away slaves..."

Seeing him counting the places where he was still useful one by one, I sighed, pulled him up from the ground, dragged him into my arms, and kissed his red eye sockets, "Little idiot, when did I say I was going to throw you away? Think wildly."

He widened his eyes, and it took him a long time to realize, "...Your Highness...Your Highness is kind and willing to keep the servant." When he looked at me, his eyes were bright, which happens every time he is happy.

Seeing him like this, I can't help rubbing his head.Thinking that he hadn't had breakfast yet, he walked to the table and asked him to sit down. He shook his head and picked up his chopsticks to help me with the dishes. In fact, they were just a few small dishes.

He sat down in response and ate with vegetables as usual, but I felt that he was a little reserved. In the past, I helped him with vegetables, and he always ate them quickly, and then smiled at me. Today, I helped him with vegetables, and he just I swallowed it quickly, and didn't say anything when I was full. As long as I still put it in his bowl, he would pick it up and eat it.

I watched him continue to eat despite his stomach being full, with cold sweat on his head, and I was inexplicably angry. "That's enough!" He was startled by me, got up and knelt on the ground in a panic, "Your Highness...Your Highness, don't be angry, it's a slave who doesn't know what to do...Your Highness, don't get angry..." Obviously it wasn't like that.But he kept kowtowing his head, and he didn't stop when he saw blood on his forehead.

I walked away angrily.

When I went back to the inner room, I couldn't figure it out. Although I didn't have a good temper, I shouldn't be so irritable.It was the same last night...

... I was like this just now, I must have scared him again, thinking about how to appease him later, but I didn't want to see him kneeling at the door as soon as I opened the door, and the anger that had just subsided instantly rose up.

But when it touched his broken forehead and the blood on the ground, it went out all of a sudden.

When he saw me open the door, he knelt down in front of me, "Your Highness, don't be angry, just punish this slave, but please...please His Highness keep this slave,...you can do whatever you want... This slave doesn't know what to do..." As he spoke, tears flowed fall down.

Yuan didn't want to punish him, so he just comforted him softly, "It's okay. It's nothing, just don't eat if you can't eat. Why are you crying? Why do you cry so much? Don't kowtow, I have never seen you kowtow so much before. Didn't you say it Don't you want to drive you away?" I smiled and rubbed his head.He didn't speak, but nodded with tears in his eyes.

I took him into the house, and helped him wash his face with hot water, and then washed his forehead. He was bleeding, and some sand stuck to the wound.Knocking hurts and doesn't know to stop, it really is a little idiot.

Just now he couldn't eat and didn't know what to say, but now he knows it hurts, seeing him sweating coldly and looking aggrieved.Thinking that he loves that flute, I played a tune with him.

He fell asleep soon after listening to the tune, but the tune that I played yesterday always appeared in my mind. I played it slowly, and it was the same as yesterday, but it was always broken in one place, but it was different from yesterday. The state of mind is much more peaceful, and there is no anxiety from yesterday.

When it broke, it broke, and I didn't care. Thinking that he likes flute, I went to the back mountain to find another one to make for him.

Who would have thought that he didn't see me when he woke up, and ran out looking for me without his shoes on.I frowned, "Why did you come out like this? Didn't you say I won't leave?" He didn't dare to answer, he just went back to put on his shoes and ran back squatting and looking at me.

"Your Highness is making a flute?" I nodded. "But it's not for me." I said with a smile of interest.He blinked, and asked in disbelief, "Is...is it for the servants?" After speaking, he blushed and his eyes brightened.

I nodded, and the light in his eyes grew brighter.Just watched me do it, and when I was done, I handed it to him, and he took it carefully, and said softly, "Thank you, Your Highness..."

I nodded, "Want to learn?" He nodded, then shook his head, "Your Highness taught me the characters yesterday, but I haven't learned yet..." "Huh? Then let's see how you learn."

I watched him write my name, and carefully wrote his on the side, looking at me quietly.His face was flushed, and even his ears were slightly pink.I rubbed his head, and he squinted his eyes and rubbed against my palm.

"Isn't the writing very good?" He looked at the words I wrote yesterday, compared his, pursed his lips and shook his head seriously.

I picked up the pen and wrote on the paper over and over again, but I remembered the song from yesterday again. That song is always in my mind. Although it is weird, it is indeed an extraordinary artistic conception.

I took out the sheet music and started playing according to the rhythm above, but stopped at one place several times, and it always stopped abruptly even though there was nothing wrong.I touched my nose, feeling helpless.Turning my head to look at him, I saw that he was also looking at me. Seeing me looking at him, I immediately turned around again. I laughed, "Is writing boring? Do you want to learn?" He nodded hesitantly, and then leaned over.

I first explained the structure of the flute to him, then taught him the pronunciation, and then explained the rhythm to him. He learned it ignorantly, but he was very excited.

I saw that he was very happy to play the tune, and rubbed his head, "I will teach you tomorrow." He nodded, and reluctantly returned the flute to me, I laughed, "What is given to you is yours, take care of it." keep it."

He took it back again, took the flute in his hand, felt it was not safe, put it on the desk again, put it on the bed again after thinking about it, picked it up again...

I grabbed him, "No need to put it on purpose." Then I took the flute in his hand and put it on the desk with mine, and pulled him out the door together.

I took him for a walk around. Although the house was a hut, it was not small. The trees in the back mountain were lush and lush, and there was no fish or shrimp in the gurgling stream. At the end, it turned back to the small hut.

He blinked at me with eyes full of water, "...Your Highness, is that river... endless?" I smiled, "I don't know about that either, let's go and make dinner."

He hesitated, "Your Highness, this place is so weird... Your Highness, be careful..." I snorted, "It's also weird outside, don't worry, nothing will happen."

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After dinner, I dare not bathe with him anymore, so he prepared clothes for me.When I came out, I saw him sitting at the door, looking eagerly at him.I smiled and rubbed his head, "Why are you like a puppy, always guarding the door?"

He was a little shy, lowered his head, and said softly, "The slave is guarding His Highness." "Didn't you say that you don't need to call it that?"

He whispered, "Brother finished taking a bath?" I squeezed his face in satisfaction, "Yeah." Seeing his blushing face, I let go of my hand contentedly.

Seeing him go in, I waited for him in the bedroom, seeing him come out with wet hair, and his skin was also steamed pink, which made me feel a little distracted.

He took a towel to help him dry his hair, and he also sat obediently and let me move. After I finished wiping, he said softly but with some firmness, "I'll help... brother to dry his hair too."

I nodded and watched him rubbing my hair carefully and carefully. I suddenly felt itchy in my heart. I slowly leaned over and kissed his forehead. He was startled by my sudden kiss, but he didn't hide.

"Brother?" I nodded, I didn't want to, but I still couldn't help it.I shook my head, suppressing my thoughts.

I just patted his head and asked him, "What are you thinking?" He shook his head, "My brother kissed me... very happy." I also felt happy, and then kissed the corner of his mouth again, making him look like a puppy Licked my lips.