Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

Seeing that Zhou Xiang fell hard, Zhao Buxiu helped him up, and then looked at his brother.

Zhao Zhifeng's eyes were red, and there were people around him restraining him, Zhou Xiang lowered his face and waved his hands, those people released Zhao Zhifeng.Zhao Zhifeng strode towards Zhao Buxiu, he grabbed Buxiu's hand, his voice was almost forced, he asked, "Xiao Pan, are you okay?"

Zhao Buxi stared at him blankly, and the thousand words in his heart finally turned into a resentful sentence, "You are married."

Zhao Zhifeng's expression flickered slightly, he subconsciously avoided Zhao Buxiong's probing gaze, and said eagerly, "Listen to my explanation."

Zhao Buxi let go of his hand, his gaze swept across the crowd, and he was suddenly startled.

Why did their brothers quarrel over this matter, why did Zhao Zhifeng come to explain to him about getting married?In the eyes of the world, this should be the most normal. He was startled and frightened by the weird eyes of others. He took a few steps back and hit the wooden chair with his lower back, which caused severe pain.But the pain woke him up, and he suddenly understood that the blood connection between him and Zhao Zhifeng was the most difficult hurdle to overcome.

Don't talk about explaining or not explaining, this has nothing to do with him. After all, you have to adapt to living in this world. They will all change. The elder brother will marry for the sake of the family. The ethics of inheriting the family are not something they can break.When he is with Zhao Zhifeng, it will only become his weakness and stumbling block.

Zhao Buxi seemed to have come alive from a dream, but after waking up, he realized that reality was like a prison.

Even if Zhao Zhifeng loves him, even if Zhao Zhifeng has difficulties, but at this moment it is no longer important.

After all, the elder brother is the elder brother and will not become his lover, they cannot get married, and he will never stand by Zhao Zhifeng's side as a lover.

After the beginning of spring, the wind pierced people's bones for some reason, and Zhao Buxuan shivered.He was in pain all over his body, but he still laughed, the corners of his mouth pulled into an abrupt arc, and he said softly to Zhao Zhifeng: "Brother, I haven't congratulated you on getting married yet?"

Under Zhao Zhifeng's shocked gaze, he said: "May you and your sister-in-law live happily ever after and live in peace."

The prince took two steps, picked up the cup on the small table, swirled the wine inside, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.Throwing down the empty cup, with a "bang", Zhou Xiang stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Buxiu's hand.He is like a lion invading his territory, overlooking Zhao Zhifeng proudly and arrogantly, with the pride of the depriver in his eyes, standing behind Zhao Buxi, he said silently to Zhao Zhifeng: "He is mine now."

Saying exactly the same words as in the letter, Zhao Pan is mine now.

But Zhao Buxiu is not a plaything, he has life and feelings, he has blood and tears, he can cry and be sad.It was probably the first time that this young master who had been pampered and raised had experienced such a heart-wrenching pain.

But the high-ranking prince would not understand this, he was heartless, and all he had was playful possessiveness.He doesn't know what love is, that's why he can stay away and watch Zhao endlessly weep.

Zhao Zhifeng was escorted out, the prince kindly didn't care about his behavior that seemed to force the palace, he was thrown behind the palace wall and that's all.

After Zhao Zhifeng left, Zhao Buxi fell into a coma, curled up in the blanket, and when Zhou Xiang went to look at him, he found that he was sweating profusely.Zhou Xiang gently pushed his shoulder, but Zhao Buxi didn't open his eyes. After a few seconds, the prince stood up and walked quickly outside the house, "Come here, call the imperial physician."

He didn't like outsiders coming in and out of his place, and there was no palace person inside or outside, Zhou Xiang called a few times but no one answered, he pursed his lips, went back to the house and hugged Zhao Buxi.

"Zhao Pan, Zhao Pan, wake up." Buxi closed his eyes drowsily, but he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids.Zhou Xiang's heart became tense for no reason, the joy and joy just now were gone, his heart was beating like a big clock, hitting one after another, he was a little panicked.

He ran out with Zhao Buxi in his arms, eating whole grains, but Zhao Buxi didn't seem to weigh much, as light as a few feathers of white snow.Zhou Xiang tightened his hands, and he ran outside the palace, the passing palace people looked at him in amazement, "His Royal Highness!"

"Come on, call the imperial physician."

Sweat was dripping on Zhou Xiang's face, he looked down at Zhao Buxi, the man unconsciously breathed even weaker than before.He suddenly felt frightened, his stomach regurgitated, his heart tightened, and his hands trembled.

The imperial doctor came soon, and Zhou Xiang came to the side hall with his arms in his arms.The imperial doctor ran two steps quickly, the old man was in poor health, he was out of breath within a few steps, he staggered towards him, Zhou Jin grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

"Look at him, he was fine just now, but when he got back he said he was tired, but he couldn't wake up, and he had a fever."

Zhou Xiang's expression was agitated, the imperial physician had never seen him like this, maybe even the prince himself didn't know what he looked like at the moment?He babbled a lot, the imperial doctor concentrated on his pulse, then raised his head, his expression was unpredictable, and finally all the rest was worry, he said: "Your Highness, Mr. Zhao, he is afraid that the disease he contracted before has relapsed, and the blood has been drained." This method only works for a while, if you want to keep it going, you have to do it often.”

Zhou Xiang frowned, and said: "Then find a few more people, and find a few more people with the same blood as him to raise and exchange blood for him."

He said such cruel and senseless things calmly, the imperial doctor felt chills in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey, he just said in a low voice: "I will do it now."

"Then how can he wake up now?"

"Weichen prescribed a patch of medicine, Mr. Zhao will feel better after taking it."

Zhou Xiang nodded, waved his hand and said, "Go and do it."

Zhao Buxiu felt very hot, his whole body was burning hot, but the feeling seemed familiar.For example, when he was in the Wannai River, even though the river was icy cold, he didn't feel cold. His body seemed to be burning, wrapped in flames, and when he was about to turn into ashes, he hugged him tightly with both hands.

Zhao Buxi shivered. He curled up under the quilt, sweating all over, his clothes were all wet, and he pulled his shirt uncomfortably.Zhou Xiang leaned against him and woke up when he noticed the movement. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. When his eyes were clear, he saw Zhao Buxiu half-undressed.Zhou Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Zhao Buxing's flailing wrist, "Zhao Pan? Are you awake?"

Zhao Buxi's eyelids moved, he coughed a few times, and then opened his eyes with difficulty.His eyes flickered, and several double figures appeared in front of him. He reached out to touch Zhou Xiang's face.

The light and shadow formed an ambiguous arc, Zhou Xiang lowered his head, stroked Zhao Buxiu's long hair with his hand, and the kiss was entangled with a trace of alcohol.Zhao Buxi raised his head, his tears were like severed white jade beads, Zhou Xiang heard sobbing, Zhao Buxi called "Brother", his shoulders trembled slightly, smelling the damp breath on Zhao Buxi's body, he slowly raised his head, Gently wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes.

Asakawa floated between his brows, and suddenly he felt dull.

The exchange of blood was on the agenda, but it couldn't be done in time. It took time to find someone, and it would take even longer if it couldn't be done with great fanfare.Zhao Buxiu's health gradually deteriorated, and he didn't care about it anymore, but Zhou Xiang became more and more irritable. He would get angry in the hall every day, and lay beside Zhao Buxiu drunkenly, muttering in a low voice, "Don't worry, I won't Let you die. Who am I, this world is mine, Zhao Pan, you will be fine."

Zhao Buxi laughed at him in his heart, thinking that he was exactly the same as when he was a child, and what he said and did was very naive. He turned his head and stretched out his hands to cover Zhou Xiang's flushed cheeks. He said in a voice that only he could hear: " But I don't want to live anymore."

If only he could die.

But instead of dying, he found that his exhausted body was gradually recovering.Day after day, until the end of spring and the solstice of summer, the prince's person was finally found, and Zhao Buxi lay on the bed, hearing the voice in his heart.

The exhausted and weak swordsman's voice seemed to come from a very deep ravine, and slowly rang the bell in Zhao Buxi's hand.