By decree and pro

Tick.

A teardrop slid down Yan's pale cheek, fell into the black soup bowl, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

tick...

Another tear fell on Yan's hand holding the medicine bowl, he was stunned, looking at the wet marks on the back of his hand, he seemed to realize that he was crying.

And once he realizes it, the tears are more like pouring down, crying until he chokes...

"Why am I... so useless!" Yan couldn't stop his tears, complaining to himself, "There are so many couples in this world who can't get along, so why should I cry like this...Chunyu Yan! Pull yourself together immediately Get up! What you have to do now is to drink up all the medicine and take care of your body. You still have to take Yu'er back to Dayan, the road to the desert is not easy..."

But no matter how much he understands the truth, and no matter how full the soup is, there is no way to fill the huge "gap" in his heart. Usman dug out his heart completely, leaving only a miserable wound, which cannot be healed no matter what. .

"Usman..." Yan murmured the name, crying until his shoulders trembled, the soup and medicine bowl slipped from his hand and dumped on the tea table.

Just like last night, he smashed the wine bottle in front of Usman in grief and anger, the juice splashed, and everything fell apart at that moment...

In the beginning, he just wanted to find out what Usman was thinking?Why didn't he want to see him, so he changed into night clothes, avoided everyone and went to the imperial study.

In the imperial study with flickering candles, as if nothing had happened, Usman sat firmly behind the brand-new imperial case, concentrating on reviewing the memorial.

It was Shuangfang who stepped forward to meet Yan, and Usman raised his head.

"Why are you here?" The word "accident" was clearly written on Usman's face.

"Why, you don't welcome me?" Yan frowned, and his heart suddenly burst into flames.

"Of course not, I just heard from Beidou's doctor that you are suffering from a lack of energy and blood and need to rest in bed, so..." Usman calmly put down the notebook in his hand, "Yan, are you okay?"

It's not "Yanyan" but "Yan", which makes Yan can't help but suspect that the person in that gorgeous body is Dan Erman.

"You don't have to stare at me like that, I'm Usman, not Denerman." Usman smiled wryly, "If Denerman shows up, the color of my eyes and hair will change."

"So," Yan paused, trying to suppress the resentment in his heart, "Have you reached some kind of agreement with him?"

"protocol?"

"Yes. For example, you share the same body and live together peacefully from now on." Yan frowned and said, "Otherwise, why would you be so calm and even redecorate the entire imperial study room, 'you' want to start over ?"

Deliberately emphasizing the word "you", Yan saw Usman sighed softly, and seemed quite helpless for his undisguised disgust reaction.

"Yan, it's my fault that I didn't tell you about Den Erman earlier, and it's because I thought of 'Der Man' too simply."

Usman said in a deep voice, "He is not a ghost, he can be dispelled by magic, and he is not imagined by me, so I can't control his behavior and thoughts. We are two people who share the same body. They have the same life. Speaking of it, you may not believe it, but I really tried it. On that day, after I returned to the Imperial Study Room, I tried to kill Denleman with the power of the crow spirit, but it didn’t work at all, even if Suicide is also..."

As he spoke, Usman pulled up his sleeves, showing his right wrist wrapped in gauze in front of Yan, and there were layers of blood oozing from the gauze.

"Den Erman is about to be driven crazy by me, and I am about to be driven mad by Den Erman. We yell at each other and torture each other. In the end, neither of us can destroy the other." Usman sighed heavily, "At that moment I suddenly realized that for so many years, I hoped that the other party could disappear, but it was my wishful thinking. The fate of me and Denleman had been arranged before we were born, and there was no other way out except to "coexist and die" with him. "

"Coexistence and death?" Listening to Usman's thorough explanation, Yan felt that there was an invisible sharp knife digging into his chest, and the pain came from his chest.

Starting from the deep, climbing up along the spine and lungs, he didn't dare to take too much force every time he took a breath, because it would hurt, the pain was heart-piercing.

"Yan, I failed you." Usman stood up and confided in his heart, "I am too self-righteous and always think that everything is under my control, but it is not the case at all. I cannot control my own birth , can’t control Denleman. My life and everything about me never belong to me. Since it doesn’t belong to me, how can it belong to you?”

Yan stood in front of Usman like a wooden man, as if in a nightmare, everything around him was unreal.

These days, Usman has never shown his face in the harem, but has been busy in the front court. Yan thought that he deliberately stayed away from the harem because he was afraid that Dan Erman would hurt himself and his children, but it turned out not to be.

Usman just "figured it out", he decided to give up the marriage and "co-exist and die" with Dan Erman, because that was his "only way out", so Usman was able to cheer up so quickly to deal with the priest tower and the former North Korea matters.

"I remember..." Yan took a deep breath to hide the trembling in his voice, "Jinayali told me that you are half human, half immortal, half heart, so you will not fall in love with anyone. I thought She was joking, didn't you keep saying that you love me and want to marry me? How can you only have half a heart? I didn't realize until now that what she said was true. Usman, you speak very directly and very Calm down, it's really not messy at all."

"Yan..." Usman frowned slightly.

"You mean...we're reconciled?" Yan asked this question as if he didn't give up.

"Yes." Usman nodded, his thoughts were quite clear, "The wedding ceremony has not yet been held, and no invitations have been sent out. It is best to reconcile and leave at this time."

"Heh..." Yan suddenly laughed, even he himself did not know why he laughed, obviously his eyes were already filled with tears, while laughing inexplicably, the tears also rolled down.

"Yan, I know you are not convinced. We even gave birth to a child, but we couldn't make it to the end, but I did this for your own good." Usman's tone was gentle, almost earnest, "If we don't separate, You are equivalent to marrying two men, for you..."

"Yes." Yan said firmly, "As long as I can be with you, I don't care."

Usman was obviously taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Yan to be able to lower his figure so low, he was speechless for a while.

"Usman, I don't know how you discussed with Dan Erman, maybe you have figured it out thoroughly, knowing that you will never be able to get rid of Dan Erman in this life, or maybe you are just confused for a moment, thinking that it is best to get along with Li like this , but I... I know very well in my heart - I can't live without you, I love you. If I can be with you only if I marry Dan Erman, then marry, I don't regret it, I just want to want you……"

Yan's voice was already hoarse, and tears poured down like springs.

"Yanyan..." Usman seemed to want to get up, but finally sat down again, "Even if you want to, I don't want to share you with other men. Besides, it will damage the face of Dayan Kingdom, you forget you Your brother?"

"Don't I know?!" Yan was furious for a moment, rushed to the imperial case, and grabbed Usman's skirt, "I and your child have both been born, and we are separated now, Dayan's face has long been lost." It exists! I'm sorry, Brother Huang, I feel bad, but I still want to be with you. I don't want face, I don't want anything, do you understand?! Bastard!"

"Yan," Usman stretched out his hand to gently hold Yan's hand, "Why do you humiliate yourself like this, even if it's for Yu'er, for his future consideration, you have to recognize the reality and get back on your feet. Since we can't grow old When you get old, you can get together and get away, isn't this a way out?"

"You are not allowed to mention Yu'er!!" Yan glared at him, grabbed the wine bottle on the imperial case and hurled it to the ground with a bang, messing up the ground.

"Yan..." Usman frowned slightly, "You can be angry with me, but Yu'er is still our child, the prince of Xiliang Kingdom, you have always been a very smart person, how could you not understand the 'big situation? Relying on this principle, our grievances and grievances cannot spread to the next generation..."

"Grudges?" Yan's heart was pulled violently, causing his chest to twitch in pain, and he immediately tasted a fishy taste in his lips, but he didn't care about the bitter taste on his tongue, and continued, "So, you and I There is already a 'grievance' between us... Before I came here, I thought you had too many unspeakable secrets, so I couldn't tell me, but it turns out that you have already turned the page, and only I still think about our previous love... Wu Siman, do you want to be so 'reasonable', so ruthless..."

"Yan, you should also be more sensible. You know that it is unrealistic for the three of us to be together. Even if we can coexist peacefully now, one day you will ask to break up because you can't bear it. Instead of having a quarrel in the future and causing the two countries to turn against each other, Wouldn't it be better to cut the mess quickly now, wouldn't it be better?" Usman's eyes were serious, "Yan, you are still so young, do you still worry about not meeting the right person in the future?"

With blood on his inflamed lips, he stood there in a daze, staring at his face as if he had met Usman for the first time.

"Yan, you should never stop being disturbed by it. I thought I didn't need to tell you these truths."

"Usman..." Yan Shengsheng swallowed the blood on his lips, but the corners of his lips were still red, "Maybe I was wrong, I shouldn't be so naive..."

Naively thought that we were really in love.

"Yan, are you okay?" Usman finally noticed that he was vomiting blood, and the deep red blood stained his teeth.

As if Yan didn't hear it, he suddenly turned around and walked out of the imperial study, Usman didn't hold back, Shuangya whimpered a few times, lying on the ground, it seemed that it was the only one who was reluctant to let go of Yan.

Yan didn't know how he left the imperial study room. He stood in the chilly garden, staring blankly at the cacti. The flowers had already withered. Jing Tingrui was right, he shouldn't believe in any auspicious omens .

Love comes and goes... The flowers bloom and fade, just like fate, no one or anything can change his parting ways with Usman.

Yan felt that he should turn back and kill Usman. Isn't this the best way to deal with the wicked?There is no need to listen to his ramblings.

But Yan knew that he couldn't do it, even in such a situation, he still couldn't do it.

He is Yu'er's father... always will be.

Yan held a bunch of cactus palms tightly in his right hand as if punishing himself, pierced into Yan's hand like a sharp steel needle, and blood beads kept coming out, dripping down on the ground.

Does it hurt?It hurts, but the pain is not sharp enough to cover up the pain on the apex of my heart.

"Didn't you say that when your fingers connect to your heart, it will be very painful?" Yan looked at his bloody hands with an indifferent expression, "It's all a lie."

"It's all a lie..." Yan murmured to himself, and the memory came to an abrupt end. He picked up the soup bowl on the table, and looked at the little medicinal soup and medicine dregs left at the bottom of the bowl.

Even if he is heartbroken and mournful...he still has to take medicine, because he still has Yu'er to take care of.

Yan swallowed the extremely bitter medicine dregs expressionlessly.Then he stood up, washed his face in an orderly manner, and seeing that the time was almost up, he sent someone in and announced his departure.

It was Shen Fangyu who came in to listen to the order. He looked at Yan with a bad expression, and hesitated to speak for a while.

"What's wrong?" Yan raised his eyes and asked.

"Your Highness," Shen Fangyu said softly, "It would be the best if you can think about it, and we will never come to Xiliang again in the future."

Yan didn't respond, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she was extremely silent.

Shen Fangyu's heart ached, he couldn't bear to see such a lonely prince, so he turned around and went out to get busy.

The hand that Yan curled up under his sleeve shivered slightly as if afraid of the cold...