The villain rolls over online [Quick Pass]

Spring is full of vitality everywhere, the white snow melts, the breeze blows through the branches, and the trees grow buds, everything looks quite energetic.

However, Li Qiubai, who was standing in the corridor watching the scenery, was approaching the end of his life.

From the beginning to the present, there was no illusion that made him feel the process of being exhausted step by step. Compared with last year, his body this year is not a little bit worse.

Holding the stove in his hand, Zhufeng and Zhulan stood behind him, Zhulan said: "My lord, let's go inside."

Li Qiubai's eyes hadn't adapted to the light outside, he squinted and said, "No problem."

Zhu Lan's mouth moved, but in the end she didn't try to persuade her anymore, she just said to go in and get a cloak for Li Qiubai, then when he turned around, he saw a yellow shadow standing at the corner of the corridor.

Zhu Lan froze, saluted and said "Your Majesty".

Mu Chenyu didn't know how long he stood there, he raised his foot and walked over slowly, Li Qiubai's eyes still stayed on the branch not far away, he didn't turn his head, until Mu Chenyu came to his side, waved back The people around put their cloaks around Li Qiubai.

Li Qiubai turned his head, Mu Chenyu lowered his eyes to avoid looking at his pale face.

"Is it cold?" he asked.

Li Qiubai said: "It's not cold."

Standing beside him, Mu Chenyu also looked at the direction Li Qiubai was looking at before, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Li Qiubai shook his head, turned around and stepped into the room.

Mu Chenyu followed closely behind, he cared for Li Qiubai, but he never dared to look at his pale face, he stayed for a long time, and also talked to Li Qiubai for a long time, mostly he said, Li Qiubai listening.

Before leaving, Mu Chenyu was silent for a moment, and asked him: "Do you want to leave the palace?"

"Leaving the palace?" Li Qiubai's tone was slightly puzzled.

Mu Chenyu didn't know whether his face was anticipation or numbness, he tried his best to suppress all kinds of emotions welling up in his heart, and said softly: "If you want, I——can answer you."

Li Qiubai laughed lightly at himself: "Where can I go now that I am like this?"

Mu Chenyu's breathing was stagnant, her heart was throbbing, her hands on her legs clenched into fists, but she was speechless, unable to refute what Li Qiubai said.

When he slowly began to learn how to love someone, he realized that he had already lost his qualifications and opportunities. This kind of pain is irreparable and irreparable regret and remorse.

"I can protect you and give you everything... even if you want to leave the palace." Mu Chenyu said.

Li Qiubai smiled lightly again and shook his head: "What's the difference between this and staying in the palace? Forget it, I don't like to make troubles, the last few days——"

Just let him spend it in peace.

Before Li Qiubai could say the last words, Mu Chenyu interrupted eagerly: "Qiubai, I will find someone to heal you."

He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't say such things again."

Li Qiubai tilted his head and coughed twice, Mu Chenyu poured him a cup of hot tea, Li Qiubai took it and took a sip, and waited for the itching in his throat to pass before he said, "I've been drinking tea for a long time. Ready to die."

"Death is not so difficult for me to accept." Li Qiubai said softly, and gently and cruelly stabbed a knife in Mu Chenyu's heart, "Your Majesty, it's not your fault."

It's not that Li Qiubai doesn't know that Mu Chenyu has been looking for a famous doctor these days, it's just a useless effort, even if he finds it, Li Qiubai doesn't want to treat him anymore.

Ever since he entered the illusion, he had been filled with a faint sense of disobedience. Now, he finally realized what he had overlooked.

As far as the difficulty of the illusion is concerned, it is actually not that great. The "he" that Li Qiubai knows should not fall into the illusion and cannot extricate himself. At the beginning, he has already experienced all the disasters, but the illusion is always unbroken. It was Li Qiubai's accident, or the death of the hero, that really ended the illusion.

Up to now, the vague pertinence that Li Qiubai has felt is not an illusion. In every illusion, the hero will fall in love with him, paranoid in love, and they all want his love.

At first he thought it was the reason a strand of his own soul was on them, but... really?

Li Qiubai doesn't know, no one can answer him at this stage.

After Mu Chenyu left this time, he didn't come back for a long time, but doctors kept coming over to treat Li Qiubai. Li Qiubai had endless medicines every day. He was used to the bitter taste of the medicines, but some people were afraid of him Bitter, always prepare candied fruit.

Li Qiubai was still getting more and more haggard day by day, and there was always a faint smell of medicine on his body, becoming a real medicine jar.

This time, Mu Chenyu's absence lasted longer than before. For nearly a month, he did not appear in front of Li Qiubai. Li Qiubai thought of it by chance, and once asked about the eunuch beside him, the eunuch only said The state affairs are busy, and His Majesty can't get away.

Then he carefully glanced at Li Qiubai's face, and asked him if he wanted to see His Majesty?Do you need him to report.

Li Qiubai said it again.

He just mentioned it casually.

That's all for real.

If it wasn't for the rainy night later.

That day Li Qiubai lay on the side of the couch to read a book, fell asleep after watching it, in the evening it started to rain, and the sound of thunder outside awakened Li Qiubai, when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Lan closing the window , A faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floated into the room.

Li Qiubai looked out of the window and murmured, "Did the sweet-scented osmanthus tree bloom in the yard?"

Zhu Lan closed the window and turned her back, said: "My lord, it has been opened a few days ago."

"I just found out now..." Li Qiubai said in a low voice, only he could hear his voice, before Zhulan could ask, he got up from the bed and lifted the quilt covering his body.

He didn't cover the quilt before going to bed, and when he woke up and saw Zhu Lan, he took it for granted that Zhu Lan helped him cover it, and there seemed to be some ambergris on the quilt, which made him feel strange.

Zhu Lan came over and asked, "Where are you going?"

Li Qiubai felt dizzy and unconscious for a while, he hated this feeling, the weather was cool tonight, but not cold, he heard the sound of rain outside, and realized that he hadn't gone out for a long time.

He said he wanted to go to the yard to look at the flowers, Zhu Lan hesitated to persuade: "It's getting late outside now, I'm afraid I can't see things."

"It doesn't matter." Li Qiubai said, "Tomorrow the osmanthus will fill the yard again."

Zhu Lan has always been unable to persuade him.

He went to get an oil-paper umbrella, opened the door and Zhufeng waited outside, Zhufeng saw the umbrella in Zhulan's hand, and asked him where he was going so late, Zhulan whispered that the son was going to go for a stroll in the yard, Zhufeng Feng's face suddenly became a little strange.

He whispered: "I'm going to report—"

Before Zhu Feng finished speaking, Li Qiubai had already come out from behind.

So he could only swallow the rest of the words in his stomach.

The evening sky was not completely dark yet, Zhu Lan said to ask Zhu Feng to get a lantern first, but Li Qiubai didn't let him go, saying that he would just walk around and come back, so it doesn't need to be so troublesome.

Zhufeng couldn't hide his emotions, and conveyed his anxiety to Li Qiubai, who gave him a faint glance.

"You have something to hide from me?" he asked.

Zhufeng looked at him and lowered his head: "...it's nothing."

He didn't want to say it, and Li Qiubai didn't force him, he stepped out of the threshold.

The rain knocked down a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus, the fragrance of the flowers was accompanied by the smell of the soil, and the breeze blew with a little fragrance from time to time, but Li Qiubai didn't take two steps, and suddenly stopped.

There was a person standing under the opposite tree, his long hair was wet by the rain, and he was wearing a yellow robe. With his status, no one should let him get wet in the rain, but he just stood in the rain so stupidly, letting the rain Hit him.

Osmanthus fragrans fell on Mu Chenyu's shoulders, when he saw Li Qiubai, he was a little flustered, turned around and wanted to leave.

Li Qiubai stared at his anxious back, startled.

The rainwater hit the oiled paper umbrella and flowed down, forming thin water columns. The sky was dark, but Mu Chenyu's panic expression was clearly engraved in Li Qiubai's eyes.

Li Qiubai tilted his head and coughed lightly.

The person in front who was about to flee suddenly stopped.

"Mu Chenyu."

Now the only person who dares to call him so openly is Li Qiubai.

"Why are you running?" Li Qiubai said.

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Rain was dripping from the eaves, Zhulan put away the oil-paper umbrella and stood at the door with Zhufeng, like two gatekeepers.

"What's the matter?" Zhufeng quietly asked Zhulan.

Zhu Lan: "Maybe it's all right, I see you don't seem to be angry."

Li Qiubai moved in spring, because he wanted to be quieter. Mu Chenyu has been coming here all the time, but he just stayed outside and never came in. He had told Zhufeng and Zhulan not to talk to Li Qiubai, for fear that Li Qiubai would see him until he got worse.

For the sake of Li Qiubai's health, Zhufeng Zhulan didn't take the initiative to mention it to Li Qiubai. Today was also an accident. How could they know that their young master wanted to go out for a walk on a sudden whim, and they didn't have time to react and report the news.

But in the final analysis, no matter how good the starting point is, they are also "betrayers". What Zhufeng is afraid of now is that Li Qiu will be mad at them for telling him that he is not in good health, and the doctor has said that it is not appropriate to get angry.

The two of them were still whispering, Li Qiubai called Zhu Lan inside, Zhu Lan gave Zhu Feng a look, pushed the door open, and inside the door Mu Chenyu stood aside, holding a handkerchief in his hand, his face full of tears. The sacrosanct cold expression.

Zhulan felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Li Qiubai asked him to call hot water, and then let them go down.

As soon as the door was closed, Li Qiubai asked Mu Chenyu again why he ran away when he saw him.

Mu Chenyu pursed her lips and said, "I'm afraid you won't be happy seeing me."

Li Qiubai thought for a while and asked, "Did I ever say that I didn't want to see you?"

Mu Chenyu: "Never."

Li Qiubai glanced at him: "That's it, since there is no such thing, why not say so?"

Mu Chenyu: "..."

He no longer put on airs just now, with low eyebrows and obedient eyes like a little daughter-in-law, and also like a well-behaved hound.

Li Qiubai coughed twice, angrily: "Change into dry clothes, I don't have anything you can wear, I'll ask Zhu Lan to get some for you."

"Don't bother." Mu Chenyu said, "I'll just wear yours."

"what ever."

After a brief wash, Mu Chenyu changed into Li Qiubai's underwear as he wished. Li Qiubai's figure was thin, but Mu Chenyu really looked smaller when he put it on. His chest was exposed, and the belt was loosely tied. He wiped his hair by himself.

Li Qiubai was sleeping on the couch, Mu Chenyu came out from behind the screen with this appearance, and asked Li Qiubai if he could stay here tonight, he said that he could sleep in another wing.

Li Qiubai had already taken two quilts from the bed, he heard the words: "Why don't you make the floor bed tonight."

Mu Chenyu's Adam's apple rolled, and there was a little water in his eyes: "That's okay."

Li Qiubai slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "Why do you have to put on a show and ask me to keep you?"

Mu Chenyu said softly, "I'm afraid you might dislike me."

Today's Mu Chenyu is really afraid that if he takes a wrong step, it will make Li Qiubai feel uncomfortable, so he is very careful in his words, keeping his selfish desires in the deepest part of his heart, like a poor little girl.

Mu Chenyu felt that tonight might be the good luck accumulated over the past month.

The candles were turned off in the room, Mu Chenyu slept on the outside of the bed, Li Qiubai fell asleep facing the wall, this bed was very big, there was still a distance between the two of them, Li Qiubai fell asleep on his side, This distance is more obvious.

Li Qiubai was about to fall asleep, but was affected by the slight movement behind him, so he couldn't fall into a deep sleep for a long time.

"Mu Chenyu." Li Qiubai's voice was tired.

"En." Mu Chenyu answered quickly, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

"If you don't want to sleep, go down." Li Qiubai said.

Mu Chenyu was quiet for a moment, stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and touched Li Qiubai's hair, "Qiubai, can I hug you?"

People are really greedy.

Mu Chenyu withdrew his hand, his voice sounded at the same time as Li Qiubai's.

"That's it."

"what ever."

Mu Chenyu: "..."

"You just...agreed?"

Li Qiubai gave a low "hmm".

Without any explanation, Mu Chenyu got into his quilt, hugged him from behind, pressed his forehead against his shoulder and neck, and breathed a sigh of relief.

With the sound of rain outside the window, the two people in the room fell into a deep sleep.

After a night without dreams, it was rare for Mu Chenyu to have a good night's sleep.

But Li Qiubai dreamed of many fragmented images, too many, which made his mind even more confused.

The next day, Mu Chenyu didn't wake up Li Qiubai, and left quietly.

Ever since Li Qiubai knew that Mu Chenyu would secretly come to his yard, unknowingly, he saw Mu Chenyu's figure more and more often. He didn't care about it before, so he couldn't see him. Now that he pays attention, he feels that everywhere It is his figure.

He seems to spend all his spare time here with Li Qiubai.

Li Qiubai never asked him to come in, and Mu Chenyu never approached, just watched from afar.

Like a watchdog stone.

In summer, Li Qiu became more sleepy. Sometimes he would fall asleep while reading a book during the day. Mu Chenyu would take advantage of this short period of time to come in to see him, and then catch up with him when he woke up. leave before.

After many times, Li Qiubai also found clues, but he never revealed it.

In mid-July, the weather is dry and hot.

Li Qiubai's body is getting weaker and weaker, but his mind is getting more and more clear. He always thinks of some familiar and strange scenes.

The small courtyard, him, and the monk.

He felt very strange, if it was his experience, why he had no impression, if not, why it was so real and familiar, not clearing up this memory made him feel like he was stepping on cotton. A sense of solidity, as if he is not him.

He began to write those pictures in the form of words and pictures, trying to think of something.

In the fragmented memory, another person who left a deep impression on him had the same face and long hair as Mu Chenyu, very similar to Mu Chenyu, but not so similar.

That day Li Qiubai was drawing the monk, halfway through the painting, his mind suddenly felt a stabbing pain, his brush fell to the ground, his pupils constricted suddenly, and the memory that came to mind was clear.

He remembered that playing chess and playing the piano were not his hobbies, they were all taught by that monk.

Li Qiubai spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, the blood dripped on the drawing paper and the back of his hand, Zhu Lan beside him panicked, but Li Qiubai couldn't feel anything, he stared blankly at himself stained with blood hand.

Until someone picked him up by the waist, Li Qiubai saw Mu Chenyu's face, which seemed to coincide with the face in his memory.

Mu Chenyu put him on the bed and held his hand. In the scorching summer, his hand was colder than Li Qiubai's.

"That's enough..." Li Qiubai murmured, "I... am a little tired."

His eyes focused, he looked up at the anxious Mu Chenyu, Li Qiubai leaned back on the bed, and said softly: "Enough, enough."

Hearing this, Mu Chenyu suddenly became quiet, and didn't ask anyone to call the imperial doctor again.

Li Qiubai twitched the corner of his mouth: "You really... remember everything."

Mu Chenyu: "..."

He didn't deny it.

"When did it start?"

Mu Chenyu's voice was dry, and she said in a low and hoarse voice, "That night."

From the night when he stopped dreaming, it was also the night when he fell asleep with Li Qiubai in his arms for the last time.

"How long do you want to lie to me?" Li Qiubai looked away from his face, fell to the bed curtain not far away, and closed his eyes tiredly, "Come here, let's end."

"……it is good."

All the sounds in the ears became distant, and the scorching temperature suddenly dissipated, as comfortable as being in warm water.

Li Qiubai opened his eyes, and saw that all the pictures in front of him were frozen and began to dissipate little by little. He opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him without blinking.

"Can I... give you a hug?"

The man in front of him asked him.

Li Qiubai's eyes focused on his face.

"your name."

"what?"

"What's your name?"

He forgot, forgot a lot of things, and he also remembered a small part of them, but he still couldn't remember what his name was.

The man raised his hand, stroked his face lightly, looked at his thin and almost heartless eyes, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows with his head down.

"Ghostly white."