Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

Zhou Xiang had a dream. In the dream, he became a handful of loess, and he was brought to his hometown along with the wind.

He saw someone talking about him, a dead prince of subjugation.

They said that he had no virtue or talent, that he was not worthy to be a king, and that it would be better if he died.

His soul lazily leaned against the red wall, thinking with a sneer in his heart, who cares about being an emperor.

He doesn't care about anything, when no one lives in his heart, he is freer than the wind.But... until the child grew up and became a young master, the only one left in the Zhao family, he went to find his brother and left the imperial city far away.

He stood on the city wall and looked out of the city. He went every day, standing like this, hoping that Zhao Pan would come back safely.

The city gate was knocked, one after another, when he heard Zhao Pan's voice, he raised a smile, for the first time he showed a real smile to the prince who didn't care about anyone.

He ran down the city wall, straightened his clothes, and pretended to get into the carriage. The wheels were slow, but his heart was beating like a drum.

But that heartbeat stopped when he saw the people around Zhao Buxi, Zhao Zhifeng came back, why did he still come back.

Resentment burst out in Zhou Xiang's heart, he endured so hard, he restrained the possessive desire, opened the carriage curtain, smiled flawlessly, and waved his hand to Zhao Pan.

Everything was supposed to be good, Zhou Yan covered his heart and looked at the group of people who mourned for him.

He lowered his head, and his body slowly turned into a puff of green smoke along with the wind. Does it make Zhao Pan happy that he is dead?

"Zhou Xiang, Zhou Xiang, wake up."

Zhao Buxiu frowned, and lightly touched Zhou Xiang's face with his hand.

Zhou Xiang muttered something in a daze, his body was hot, Zhao Buxi took a deep breath and wiped the blood from his mouth.

He didn't know if it would work, but he saw that the wound on Zhou Xiang's back was indeed slowly healing.

Zhao Buxiu dragged Zhou Xiang to the softer sand and stones, he went to get some water, and continued to pour it on Zhou Xiang's hot body.

Zhou Xiang's consciousness was still fuzzy, Zhao Buxiu called him several times, and seeing that he was still asleep, he sat down beside him.

The terrain of the valley here is steep, he has poured most of the blood in his body into Zhou Xiang's body at this moment, and he really doesn't have the strength to carry an unconscious person up.

Zhao Buxi sat for a while, feeling that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he slowly closed them, and fell asleep like this not long after.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a low gasp.

He opened his eyes, and found that it was already night, and the surroundings were dark and unclear. Suddenly, his arm grabbed it hard, and the heat shook him all over.

He heard Zhou Xiang's panting, full of love and desire.

"Zhao Pan, I'm so uncomfortable, why, why is this happening."

Zhou Xiang hugged him, and Zhao Buxiu realized that he wanted to push him away, but found that he couldn't use his strength.

He seemed to have returned to the past and became an ordinary person.

"let me go."

Zhao Buxi scolded, Zhou Xiang loosened his hand holding him, he restrained himself, raised his head, his heavy breathing was in the vague darkness, he whispered: "Why save me? You have my heart in your heart." Yeah?"

Zhao Buxiu was stunned when he heard his words, he didn't know why he wanted to save Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang's hand covered it carefully, and when he touched Zhao Buxiu's hand, he swallowed his saliva and said to him, "I miss you very much."

"Don't do this, I don't want to forgive you."

"I don't ask you to forgive, I just want to pay back."

"What are you going to pay back, you can't protect yourself right now." Zhao Buxiu looked away, the empty darkness was covered by his hands, and Zhou Xiang's temperature was frighteningly hot.

He said: "Zhao Pan, help me, I can feel that you have me in your heart, even if it is a corner, I am willing."

……

The fire in the valley was extinguished, and Zhao Zhifeng sent people to look for Zhao Buxiu and Zhou Xiang.

The living dead were all burned to ashes. They walked around these things and saw a cliff at the end of the valley.

Lin Qiyu swept his sword across the marks on the ground, turned his head and said to Zhao Zhifeng, "It may have fallen from here."

Xie Chenjian stood beside them, his expression slightly moved. He walked to the edge of the cliff step by step, glanced down, and said, "They are fine."

Zhao Zhifeng was startled, "How do you know?"

Xie Chenjian was too lazy to explain to him again, he was walking alone under the moon with a long sword on his back.

He heard that Zhao Zhifeng asked people to go down to find them, Xie Chenjian shook his head and smiled mockingly, he turned his head and called Zhao Zhifeng, and asked him: "Do you love Zhao endlessly?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Zhifeng frowned.

Xie Chenjian stared at him, and said word by word: "I love him, because I love him, I don't want to get everything from him."

The swordsman's face was covered with silver, and he asked Zhao Zhifeng, "Can you?"

The moonlight flowed between them, the atmosphere of stalemate did not change at all, Zhao Zhifeng looked serious, he took a step back and uttered three words, "I can't."

"Then you are not qualified." Xie Chenjian swept across the cliff, and said, "Don't bother them, Zhou Xiang has become a half-human, and the desire and fire in his body has nowhere to vent and he will die.

Zhao Zhifeng opened his eyes wide, he gritted his teeth, his face was instantly livid, and he said: "Then let him die."