After dressing as a sick and weak villain

Jiang Yanchi frowned, but he didn't show any abnormality. He used a ruler to flatten the letter paper for him, and then raised his hand to rub the ink for him.

Chu Xie picked up a pen and wrote again: Seeing the words is like meeting, and listening to brother's words.Looking at the current situation, it is a difficult autumn, when the mountains and rivers are about to collapse and the world is not at peace.When the emperor descended, a pack of wolves waited for him, and he could not tell the truth. Wan Pan listened carefully.

Chu Xie was holding the pen, but the pen was not stable, and the handwriting was a little crooked. He couldn't hold his wrist tightly, and even a drop of ink stained the rice paper black.

Looking at the trembling hands, Chu Xie secretly sighed.

"Is it cold?" Jiang Yanchi put his hands together to cover Chu Xie's fingers, "Let's write tomorrow."

No.

The whole hand is cold.

This is a dying body, and it is still too reluctant to write.

"Jiang Yanchi, screen back to the left and right. No one is allowed...cough, within ten feet of this sleeping hall." Chu Xie gave an order, and at the same time asked him to cover the distant doors and windows, leaving only the two near ones to ensure No one around could hear their conversation anymore.

After finishing all of this, Chu Xie just finished writing a letter.

As soon as he pulled out the knife, the little emperor pressed his hand quickly: "What are you doing?"

Chu Xie compared the bed: "I don't have the strength, go, twist off a piece of that red silk."

Jiang Yanchi did as he did, and Chu Xie tied the piece of red silk outside the window pavilion. About half an hour later, an extremely black and energetic night vulture came under the moonlight and trampled the snow on the window sill. Make a pair of thin footprints.

Chu Xie fiddled with the bird's beak with his fingertips before rolling the letter into the bamboo tube.

"It turns out that you also raised such a beautiful night vulture. It's such a rare and interesting thing." Jiang Yanchi echoed softly, watching the bird go away, but was silent.

When he was supposed to be grounded, Chu Xie used it to communicate with the outside world.

The night vulture fluttered its wings silently, and it flew three hundred feet high in one leap, and ordinary guns could not hurt it at all.It's just extremely difficult to domesticate.

That's right, Chu Xie used to be an extremely human minister, and he couldn't get any rare things he wanted.

The moonlight is clear and bright, and the shadows are sparse and slanting.

Chu Xie watched the black shadow gradually disappear under the moonlight, then turned around and sat on the table, picked up a cup of hot tea that had just been brewed, took a sip, sat upright, with his forearms leaning on the table table, his left and right hands clasped After thinking for a long time, he asked, "If I die, will you kill Zhao Lingqu?"

"You won't die." Jiang Yanchi hurriedly replied, holding his arm at the same time, "What's wrong with you, it's very, very uncomfortable, isn't it, I'll help you..."

"That's it."

Chu Xie took a long breath with difficulty, grabbed Jiang Yanchi's sleeve, looked sideways, and called him over: "I have something very important to tell you."

"Ah."

"Help me to the couch first." Chu Xie used his strength to get up, "It's too cold here."

Jiang Yan Chi glanced at several charcoal basins in the four corners of the room, gave a soft "hmm", and felt that the strength in his hands had increased, and without saying a word, he wrapped his hands behind him and hugged him firmly horizontally.

After placing him on the couch and pulling up the quilt so that it almost covered Chu Xie's mouth and nose, he asked, "What did you say?"

"Don't you ask me who I wrote the letter to and where it went?"

Chu Xie's eyes were strange, and he asked a question.

"I saw."

The little emperor had a sore nose, and raised his hand to tuck a lock of his sideburns behind his ears, with a slight smile on his lips, "You want to write to Xu Chunmu, right?"

Chu Xie felt more and more strange about him, so he asked, "Then you..."

Jiang Yanchi stretched out his arms to hug him, and the familiar agarwood and sandalwood infiltrated the air, blowing toward his face.

There was the slight sound of a brazier burning in the empty hall, the snow was falling more and more, and under the darkness of night, the room felt a little more dull.

Jiang Yanchi just hugged him like this, and said, "You like him very much, don't you. What about him, does he like you very much too?" Under the silent voice, it seemed that Chu Xie's unpredictable emotions were hidden , "How much do you like it, huh?"

Jiang Yanchi laughed dryly, with a nasal sound, and whispered in his ear: "I like you, do you like me this way?"

As if stuck in his throat, Chu Xie's heart beat violently.

"Axie." Jiang Yanchi's voice, which was close to his ears, gradually weakened, trembling slightly but extremely gentle, exhaling and scratching his ears, sweeping out a tinge of redness, "I admit it."

"I can't fight, this time, I really admit it."

Chu Xie felt the beating of the man's heart, beating.The warm body temperature penetrated through the thin fabric, from the palm of his hand to the back, as if it wanted to iron his internal organs.

Except for that one place, there was a chill everywhere on his body.

But Jiang Yanchi let go.

That hand slipped down from his back inch by inch, and finally supported Chu Xie's shoulder.

Supporting him to lean on the pillow, he lowered his head and kissed his brow lightly, "In this life, I will never be able to grow old with the one I love again."

"But you can."

As if all his strength had been drained at once, Chu Xie's eyelashes trembled slightly, covering his eyes full of astonishment.

This man had treated him cruelly and violently.But that was not as painful as this shallow kiss.

pat.

Cold tears fell on his forehead and fell into his hair, like a heavy winter rain that extinguished all the fires.

"...I let you go. From today onwards, you are no longer the queen of Wei. Just treat him as he died of illness in the city tower. When you recover from your injury, I will send you out of the city. If you hate it, this You don't have to see me again in your life, I..."

What the hell am I doing.

Chu Xie was a little dazed, with the boy's gloomy eyes imprinted in his pupils.

A sharp pain broke out in his heart, Chu Xie subconsciously covered his heart, Jiang Yanchi immediately supported him: "What's wrong, does your heart hurt?"

Chu Xie coughed lightly, and the coughing sound grew louder, as if shaking his lungs. His slender wrist stretched out from under the quilt, and tightly grabbed the clothes on Jiang Yanchi's right arm.

That hand covered his back again, caressing him gently, comforting him.

Immediately afterwards, as if he was going to call someone, Chu Xie immediately grabbed his leaving hand to stop him, "Don't call for someone, don't let anyone approach."

"Jiang Yanchi, I have a secret that I want to tell you."

The little emperor looked slightly stagnant, and sat on the edge of the bed, noticing that Chu Xie's face had finally turned red, and he didn't know if it was because of the violent cough just now, at least he looked like a living person now.

His brows and eyes are listless, but his lips are red and his teeth are white.

"Tell me." Jiang Yanchi turned his eyes away, as if the more he looked, the more he would linger.

"Look at me." Chu Xie raised his hand and turned the man's face away, "You swear first, no matter what I say in a while, you will keep this secret for me for the rest of your life, no matter what happens in the future, time shifts Shiyi, I will never use this to hurt him or plot against him."

Jiang Yanchi lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes gradually narrowed, and the expression on his face changed several times. After hearing the whole sentence, he was silent for a moment, and then nodded seriously after careful consideration: "I swear."

Chu Xie stretched out his hand and interlocked the ten fingers of the raised right hand.

"The little emperor Jiang Yanchi is Xu Chunmu's only real lifeline. '

Clenched slowly.

Jiang Yanchi's eyes burst into brilliance in an instant, and after only a moment, he was forcibly suppressed again.

He turned his eyes away, trying to pull his hand away.

But Chu Xie couldn't let go.

'With your last prayer and entrustment before you die, completely trap Jiang Yanchi for the rest of his life. '

With that strength, Chu Xie leaned forward, and the little emperor froze for an instant.

He clasped the ten fingers of Jiang Yanchi's right hand with his left hand, and put his right hand on the man's shoulder, close to his right ear.

' Only in this way can he use the imperial power in his hands to completely save my only real brother in this world, Xu Chunmu. '

Yes.

Yuan Chu is right.

Once Jiang Yanchi is dethroned by Su Mingan, Xu Chunmu will have no way out.

If Xu Chunmu cannot be saved, Shen Yin cannot be saved.

The thin lips parted slightly, whispering the secret.

"Xu Chunmu is my younger brother."

The howling cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing the half-opened window pavilion, and slapped it on the wall, creaking back and forth, disturbing the snow on the sycamore tree in front of the window, and falling one after another.

"What did you say...?" Jiang Yanchi's breathing trembled violently, as if a string in his mind broke instantly.

"Two people survived the fire in the Shen family back then. One was the eldest son who was taken away by Su Ming'an, and the other was the youngest son who was hidden by Xu Yi. The young master of the Xu family, Xu Chunmu...he is not from the Xu family. His surname is Shen." Chu Xie felt Jiang Yanchi's whole body tremble, and when he saw that he was about to get up, he exerted force with his right hand, the force was clearly not strong, but it trapped him in front of his eyes.

His voice was very soft, as if he was exhausted, and he seemed unwilling to let anyone else hear him, "Jiang Yanchi, I know that Zhao Lingqu is your uncle. But I beg you, keep the secret of Xu Chunmu's life experience , let him live as the Xu family for the rest of his life. Protect him and give him peace and freedom for the rest of his life..."

Jiang Yanchi's whole body was trembling, until now, the hands of the two were still intertwined.

The emperor looked at the hand, stepped back a little, and stared into Chu Xie's eyes: "What you said is true."

No matter how hard it is to hold back the sore nose, two more tears rolled down.

Jiang Yanchi raised his hand, kept kissing the back of his hand, and then pressed that hand to his cheek, as if recalling something carefully, stroking the many thoughts that had never been sorted out.

Chu Xie nodded solemnly: "This time, I didn't lie to you. Xu Chunmu was born in the midsummer of the 13th year of Yong'an, on the [-]th of July, and my younger brother was born on the third day of July. It's only ten days away. He uses soldiers like a god, and he is born with general talent ...It is the blood of my Shen family."

Jiang Yanchi remained silent, only looking at Chu Xie's eyebrows.

It was only now that I remembered that Xu Chunmu had galloped on the battlefield for ten years, but his eyes were clear and sharp, and he was somewhat similar to Ah Xie.

It's just a delicate and beautiful one, and a cold and delicate one.

Looking at it a few more times, I found that the eyes of the two were too similar.

If Xu Chunmu's eyes were not always full of righteousness, they were far from Chu Xie's appearance and strength, and they were exactly the same.

Therefore, Xu Changling and Xu Chunmu are not alike at all.

Therefore, for so many years, Xu Yi hid Xu Chunmu in the northern border and never let him enter the capital.

He even handed Shen Qi'an's 30 Changming military power to the young son early.

It turns out that there is such a hidden secret in it.

It was only now that Jiang Yan finally remembered that Xu Changling had told him after the Jin Huan Gambling Workshop incident that Xu Chunmu was a concubine brought back by the old Hou Ye, and he was not a direct descendant at all.

He was still stuck here and couldn't recover, but he heard Chu Xie cough lightly, and said slowly: "It's too hard to live as the Shen family."

"I don't want him to live the same life as me."

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