thieves

"Blood is red, bones are white, blood is red, bones are white..." The young man on the bed kept murmuring, curled up, with his back against the white wall, but no matter how much he babbled, he still kept talking. There is no sign of waking up.

"My lord, what should we do now? The prince of the Yue Kingdom was injured and unconscious in the area under our jurisdiction. I'm afraid the King of Yue will not let it go easily." A man frowned bitterly.

The other person threw his hands and hurriedly said: "Although it is said that the crown prince is not favored, he is still the flesh and blood of the king of Yue. The king of Yue is the most protective person. Let him know? You have to think about it quickly. A countermeasure!"

The man standing on the steps, dressed in white clothes like frost, looks like walking on floating clouds, the skirt of his robe is covered with a tea-white moon halo, so ethereal that ordinary people can get close to him.He turned around slowly, and his appearance was shockingly beautiful, indescribable: the jade of the He clan was not decorated with five colors; the pearl of the Marquis of the Sui Dynasty was not decorated with silver and yellow; the beauty of a gentleman is not enough to decorate it.

He lowered his eyelids, his thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and his voice was like a jade hairpin knocking on an amber cup. It was very pleasant to hear, "Let's talk about it after he recovers from injury."

The pines are like jade, the stones are like emerald, and the beauty is unmatched, which is second to none in the world.

"Yes!"

One person said: "I think it's very strange, but he was shot by an arrow on the shoulder blade, and the wound was not deep. We treated him promptly. How did he faint for so long? He kept talking nonsense?"

The other person punched him with his fist, and said angrily, "You still mean to say?! If you hadn't proposed to go hunting in Qiu Wei, how could we accidentally hurt Prince Ji? I see that you should carry the pot!"

"What did you hit me for? I didn't shoot him, where is the villain!" He pouted his lips and glanced at the young man who had been standing with his hands down.

Meng Yan coughed lightly, and interrupted their discussion of shirking responsibility, "Okay, okay, if something happens, internal strife, is this what I usually teach you?"

The two were listless, bowing their heads to plead guilty: "I have failed the teaching of the Lord, and I hope the Lord will punish me."

Meng Yan was always a kind and compassionate person, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it. He paused, and then asked, "Which of you would like to stay and take care of him?"

Everyone shook their heads like a rattle, "No, no, no! Meng Huaijin shot him, so he should come. We still have to clean the ancestral hall, so we won't fight with him!"

Meng Huaijin lowered her head in embarrassment, with a hundred or twenty reluctances in her heart, but because everyone said so, and it was clear that she had made a mistake, she could only whisper: "This matter all happened because of Huaijin, Huaijin wishes to be alone. bear."

Meng Yan saw that there were bruises on his wrists and forehead, and there was no good flesh on the outside, and he didn't know what the injuries were inside. He thought that when he was hunting today, he also suffered a lot of flesh and blood.

Meng Yan has always known that his nephew is not as talented as others, but his temper is extremely left-handed. He seems to be indifferent to the world, meek and modest, but in fact he wants to be the first in everything, and everything must be won or lost. .Presumably it was because he was eager to win the jackpot today that he was hurt like this.Meng Yan felt sorry for the junior, and sighed, Fang said: "Forget it, you are tired all day, go to rest, I will take care of him tonight."

Everyone patted their chests rejoicingly, and dispersed in a hurry. Only Meng Huaijin was still standing in the distance, lowering his head and clutching the corner of his clothes tightly, refusing to move a bit.

Meng Yan said, "Why don't you leave?"

Meng Huaijin lowered her head and said, "Uncle, if I hadn't been eager to win today, I wouldn't have hurt the Prince's Sacrifice. It's all my fault, you—you punish me!"

It turned out that he was still feeling guilty and uneasy about this matter, Meng Yan gently pulled the corners of his lips, and really raised his hand, as if he wanted to punish him.

Meng Huaijin shivered, silently waiting for the storm to come.

It's just that the inconceivably beautiful and slender hand was raised high, but it was lowered lightly, and a chestnut landed on his forehead lightly, like a dragonfly on water, without feeling the pain at all.

"...That's it?" Meng Huaijin's eyes widened, and she said so lightly. Doesn't she need to use family law?

Meng Yan laughed, "Otherwise, what else do you want?"

Meng Huaijin wanted to say something else, but Meng Yan said gently: "Okay, go to bed earlier."

"……Yes."

Meng Yan opened the door, allowing him to see the narrow path through the light. After he walked far away, Meng Yan returned to the room and closed the door behind his back.

"Blood is red, bones are white, blood is red, bones are white..." The boy was still speaking vaguely.

The white robe trailed the floor, infinitely elegant, Meng Yan walked towards him slowly, and sat on the side of his couch, the thin quilt sank a little.

The boy's hands were trembling uncontrollably, Meng Yan put his hand into the quilt, feeling the temperature of his palm as cold as an ice cellar, Meng Yan frowned, full of pity, he gave up the plan to take his hand out, and went with him Covered in the quilt.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The thin lips parted lightly, and the four words flowed out, and the sparkle in his eyes flowed slowly.

The sound has a demagogic effect.

Sure enough, the young man no longer trembled or babbled, he held his hand obediently, found his embrace like a map, and rubbed Meng Yan's white clothes with his thin chin, wrinkled several times.

Meng Yan has a very serious obsession with cleanliness, and has never been so close to others. Seeing the young man in his arms pushing forward with peace of mind, he slightly curled his eyebrows and sighed: "... I owe you."

This night seemed to be extremely long. Meng Yan leaned on the bed with his body sideways, aggrieved, and did not dare to turn over for fear of touching his wound. After a night, he felt that his bones were falling apart. The sword is still exhausted.

The juniors usually jokingly say "keep you from getting out of bed", probably... this is the feeling.

Suddenly, the person in his arms moved.

Finally woke up, Meng Yan breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at him.

Eye to eye.

The situation has changed drastically.

The originally beautiful morning was blown up by a violent roar.

"Presumptuous! Who are you, and why are you on the prince's bed?" Zhou Ji's thoughts froze for a moment, and then he pushed the man to the ground with lightning speed, and arched his legs in fear. His lips trembled.

Meng Yan didn't occupy many beds at all, so he rolled out of the bed in such a state of embarrassment, supported his painful waist, and slowly stood up.

There was still no trace of anger in those gentle and calm eyes, as if the sky was full of stars, making people unconsciously sinking deep, no matter how hard they were to extricate themselves.

"What happened?"

"My lord! My lord! Are you in serious trouble?"

Hearing the cry, the disciples rushed in together, but in a sudden, they were dumbfounded and dumbfounded, "My lord... my lord..."

In their eyes, the young man wrapped the quilt tightly and shrank to the side, like a frightened elk, while the master of the fairy spirit in their hearts, the master of the fairy spirit, even supported his waist to barely stand up straight...

The reverie is full of stories, full of spring, all in words.

Naturally, Meng Yan didn't know what they were thinking, but it was the first time he had humiliated himself in front of the juniors. He coughed to hide his embarrassment, and looked at Zhou Ji, "His Royal Highness, how do you feel?"

The disciple's expression became more and more weird, so he just did it, and asked how the effect would be?

"...how about what?" Zhou Ji asked in astonishment.

He saw the man in white clothes with wide sleeves, coming towards him neatly, bent down, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "You are dressed like this, is it because of Bai Wuchang? Am I dead?"

Meng Yan caressed his wound, and seeing Zhou Ji grinning in pain, he showed his face and comforted him: "Your wound is open, get up and bandage it again." Turning around, he said to his disciples: "Do it in a daze. What, why don't you hurry up and prepare hot water?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The disciples nodded their heads.

They ran out, brushed out copper coins from their pockets, spread them out in the palms of their hands, and vowed: "I bet the Lord is on top, and Prince Sacrifice is on the bottom. Do you dare to bet with me?"

"The master is the one supporting the waist, how could he be the one above? I bet the master is on the bottom!" There was also a silent voice on the other side, it really is that every bet is not avoiding relatives, even the statement of the master can be used to slander.

"What kind of skill is it, do you dare to take a gamble?" One person challenged him.

The man said: "It's easy for me to place a bet, but how do you prove this kind of thing? Could it be that you are going to eavesdrop on the wall, spy on Fengyue, or ask the Lord face to face?"

"Nonsense!" A sound like a loud bell startled the people who were chatting happily. When they looked up and saw the face like Hell's Yama, they almost died. "This junior has seen Elder Si Li."

Meng Changqing pointed at them with a straight face and reprimanded: "Young people have worked hard all their lives, don't be lazy about time. You usually memorize very smoothly, but it's like the wind in your ears. It goes in the left ear and goes out the right ear! It's early in the morning. Don’t go to practice swords, but surround yourself here to criticize the Patriarch, who gave you the courage? Are your wings stiff? Tomorrow, I will roll down the mountain to experience everything, so as not to dirty my eyes!”

"This junior knows his mistake! This junior knows his mistake!" Everyone hurriedly apologized.

Meng Changqing didn't want to give up easily, and looked around them back and forth, but couldn't find any satisfaction in the end, and said with a gloomy expression: "A group of unworthy things! The karma is in the hands of you ignorant scum!"

"Brother, what's the matter?" The voice of the visitor was like a pool of spring water flowing over pebbles with the soft wind.

Everyone calmed down and looked at Meng Yan as if asking for help, but was forced back by Meng Changqing's fierce gaze, so they had to stand still.

"Let's leave first." Meng Changqing waved his hand.

"Thank you, Elder Si Li!" Standing on tiptoe, they looked at each other resentfully, and they disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

"Junior Brother, what are you going to do about the Prince's Sacrifice?" Meng Changqing asked with frowned eyebrows.

"After he recovers from his injuries, I will personally send him back to the capital of the Yue Kingdom, and then plead guilty to the King of Yue." Meng Yan said.

"That's the only way to go. It's strange to say, why did this dignified prince of the Yue Kingdom suddenly appear in Jiangling? Or did he come alone?" Meng Changqing looked suspicious.

Meng Yan shook his head.

He is not the only one who doesn't know about this matter, neither does the Lord Zhou Ji.

Lying powerlessly on the bed, his eyes were filled with chaos, as if after being swept away by strong winds and waves, he had no more thoughts of death and desolation.

Still alive!

And it's back to 14 years ago!

The tide of the past is generally surging in his mind, running around endlessly, killing, haze, hatred, and responsibility, making him unable to breathe. He thought everything was over, but unexpectedly...he had to start all over again.

Is this a blessing or a curse?

A wry smile appeared on his lips, and his internal organs ached violently.He stretched out his hands to touch the corners of his brows and eyes. Although he still looked like a teenager, unstained by the dust of the years, his heart had long been pierced into holes by reality.

The world is ruthless, a hundred years of shame, and it is gone in a blink of an eye, but this time, whether to be slaughtered for the chopping board again, or to be the king and hegemony, above ten thousand people, it is all up to him to decide!

The author has something to say:

The protagonist's values ​​should not be too distorted