Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

Yan Chunxi was half-framed in by two servants.

He could hardly straighten his legs, and his feet had to be dragged on the ground, and he knocked heavily when he crossed the threshold.It's just that Yan Chunxi can't feel the slightest bump now.

In fact, he was about to pass out at that moment, but since Guan Junchen summoned him, the servants naturally poured two buckets of cold water on him to forcefully wake him up, and then hastily changed him into a dry one. Clothes, but a head of black hair is still wet behind the back.

After the servants brought Yan Chunxi into the house, they quickly retreated out.

Since Yan Chunxi couldn't stand upright, he could only kneel on the ground wearily, with his head lowered and his body trembling.

"Raise your head." Guan Junchen looked at the young man in front of him with a pair of dark red phoenix eyes, full of complex expressions.

Yan Chunxi raised his head weakly, his lips were dry and cracked, and his face was so pale that a layer of iron blue appeared from under his skin. In the past, the round and bright almond eyes that were always bright and moving like a spring day were now full of blood. Scary bloodshot eyes appeared, and his eyes were almost as hollow as walking corpses.

Guan Junchen couldn't bear to look directly at him for a moment, and slightly staggered his eyes.

In fact, Yan Chunxi has really run out of fuel after coming to such a field.

He knelt down for two days and one night, except for a few sips of water, he didn't eat a single grain of rice, and his stomach was still growling on the first day, but later, it felt like a burning pain, and there was hot rice in front of his eyes. I closed my eyes, and the delicious smell was still rushing into my nose.

Countless times, he almost got down on the ground shamelessly, swallowing the rice grains on the ground like a wild dog.

He knew that what Guan Junchen wanted to see was nothing more than such an ugly appearance.

In the past, even with all the pain in the wounds, he could only force himself to stop loving Guan Junchen, and it was impossible to take a step forward.

But when he almost bent over to lick the food, he felt really hated for the first time.

He really hated Guan Junchen so much that he even had the heart to take away this last bit of worthless dignity from him.

"Stop kneeling." Although Guan Junchen restrained himself, his voice was trembling.

"I—" Yan Chunxi's voice was so hoarse that it was unbearable to hear, he looked at Guan Junchen blankly, and murmured: "I can't stand up anymore."

He was so miserable.

In fact, what can a little bit of my own backbone do? This person, after kneeling for a long time, even if he is so stubborn in his heart and wants to stand up straight, his legs don't work.

Guan Junchen couldn't hold himself back anymore, he stood up abruptly, bent down and hugged the young man's slender and trembling body in his arms.

Yan Chunxi resisted and wanted to break free, but he didn't have any strength now, so in the end he could only let Guan Junchen hold him and sit back on the chair.

Although Yan Chunxi was powerless to struggle, he forced himself to take a deep breath, supported his neck and looked at Guan Junchen's face.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past two days. He already had a severe headache and his eyes were a little blurred, but he still stared at Guan Junchen, and said word by word: "You asked me to come to Mr. Cheng." Here, but what new tricks do you want me to learn?"

"Hee'er..."

Guan Junchen looked at the young man in his arms with a strange look of despair, and his heart couldn't help but panic.

He shook his head, but gently held the boy's pitifully thin face, almost sighed, and said in a low voice, "I just want to see you."

"Do you want to see me?"

Every word Yan Chunxi uttered felt like exhausting all the strength in his chest: "Want to see me like a ghost or a ghost?"

When he said this, he didn't turn upside down in one breath, choked for a while, but continued persistently while panting: "Are you satisfied?"

"It's not my intention to punish you."

Guan Junchen was silent for a long time, but he still endured the unhappiness of being questioned and sarcastic, and said softly, "Xi'er, I gave you a choice, I always gave it to you, it was you—"

He paused for a moment, then sighed, "You are so stubborn. I really didn't expect it. I thought...you just lost your temper with me, and you can't last long."

He stretched out his hand while talking, gently stroking Yan Chunxi's smooth cheek, and then slowly lowered his hand to hold Yan Chunxi's slender wrist. When he held it, he suddenly found that the boy's ten fingers had been ground to bloody flesh. Under the lamplight, the dazzling blood color made him stunned for a moment.

"What happened to your finger?" Guan Junchen was stunned: "Did someone beat you, Xi'er?"

"I grind it myself." Yan Chunxi raised his head, his big eyes were full of stubbornness that would never admit defeat, and he said every word: "You want me to wag my tail like a dog, but I don't—I , When I really can't bear it anymore... I will grind the bluestone tile floor with my hands, even if it hurts to death, I won't eat it."

"you!"

Guan Junchen was so angry that he almost trembled immediately. He and Yan Chunxi looked at each other fiercely, but the anger in his eyes gradually softened little by little. Finally, his whole person's momentum became unprecedentedly depressed, and he murmured: "Yan Chunxi, You are really powerful. I have seldom been convincing in my life, but for you, I really—”

Guan Junchen almost surrendered, a trace of helplessness appeared on his face, he stroked Yan Chunxi's wet hair, and said softly: "You are not willing to give in, Cheng, I know, I will follow you. Xi'er, It hurts me to torture you like this, I haven't slept for a moment in the past few nights, all the things in the past few days are all my fault... Let's stop making trouble, and we will continue as before, okay?"

In this contest with Yan Chunxi, he was defeated in only two days. He already felt that he had lost face, but face is not the most important thing at this moment.

He was really distressed, he had also suffered more severe and painful injuries when he was riding a horse in the field, but those injuries were on his own body, but they did not cause him pain on Yan Chunxi.

In addition to being distressed, there was even a hint of admiration—this little boy, less than twenty years old, with a pampered and pampered personality, really put all his energy into it, which really surprised him.

Although Guan Junchen didn't say anything bluntly, the meaning in his words was clearly that he admitted his mistake.

He had never lowered his body so softly in his life.

But he didn't feel too bad.

At this moment, he just wants to get Yan Chunxi back. He needs that affectionate look in his eyes, that warm and sweet smile like a spring day, and he needs to see Yan Chunxi happily eating Gusu at the dinner table. The appearance of the dishes.

Thinking of this, Guan Junchen's eyes became more and more radiant with a look that had never been shown in the past few days. He looked at Yan Chunxi expectantly, and his eyes became more and more gentle.

But Yan Chunxi raised his head slowly, he looked at Guan Junchen as if he was looking at a stranger.

In his eyes, there was neither gratitude, nor even the slightest touch of affection. He was silent for a long time, but a layer of sarcasm gradually appeared in his eyes.

"My lord...do you really think we can go back to the past?"

Yan Chunxi's voice was indifferent.

Guan Junchen's heart also suddenly cooled down.

……

"Xi'er, what do you mean?"

Guan Junchen looked at Yan Chunxi, was silent for a long time, and finally asked in a deep voice.

"My lord, once upon a time..." Yan Chunxi's words were intended to be indifferent.

His voice was hoarse, and although there were no tears in his eyes, his voice still couldn't help but choked slightly: "I can't go back again."

He looked deeply at Guan Junchen, at the graceful and timeless handsome face like an ink painting, the dark red phoenix eyes, and the haughty slightly raised chin——

This face had been his dream throughout his youth. At that ignorant age, even imagining about this face was enough to make him feel sweet and comforted.

But now, he is so close to this face.

It was so close that he could even hear Guan Junchen's slow and thick heartbeat. To him, this should have been the most complete happiness in the world, but he suddenly felt an unprecedented chill.

"My lord, what you want, I... can no longer give you."

He once hugged Guan Junchen with such sincere affection, but this hug left him covered in bruises and even humiliated.

His heart was dead—so, he didn't have that kind of affection any more.

"What do I want?"

Guan Junchen looked down at Yan Chunxi's pale face, a look of pain that he tried to hide suddenly flashed across his eyes, and he asked, "Tell me, what do I want?"

For the first time, Guan Junchen was as eager as a child thirsting for candy. He stared closely at Yan Chunxi, wanting to get an answer from this young man who was younger than him—this kind of urgency made him appear a little fragile for the first time.

Yan Chunxi shook his head, but he stretched out his hand suddenly, and with some difficulty, used his blood-stained fingers to pin the strand of black hair scattered on Guan Junchen's forehead behind his ear. Such a gentle movement has been between the two for too long Not over.

As if saying goodbye, he gently stroked and outlined the contours of Guan Junchen's brows and eyes with his fingers, and even a few drops of blood from his fingers remained on Guan Junchen's face——

How good-looking this person is, but he is such an indifferent and selfish person, a person who treats others as worthless.

A heartless man.

In his life, the hottest affection was given to a ruthless person.

What else could he answer.

Guan Junchen looked at Yan Chunxi blankly, his heart panicked, and he couldn't help but say, "Xi'er..."

"My lord, can you let me out of the house...?"

Yan Chunxi put down his hands and begged softly.

There is no other wish, just want to escape.

Just run away after leaving the house, maybe you can’t escape very far, but that’s okay, even if you die on the way back to Gusu, it’s like you can smell the fragrance of flowers and singing in your hometown, how nice it would be, How beautiful.

He was no longer afraid of death, he just didn't want to die in this cold Prince Ning's mansion, in the infinite despair and sadness that Guan Junchen brought him.

"No." Guan Junchen immediately said firmly. Although he was resolute, he immediately softened his voice and coaxed: "Xi'er, it's dangerous outside, be obedient."

When he said this, he still felt very uneasy, and said: "Stay by my side, I will never hurt you again, don't be afraid..."

Yan Chunxi lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Guan Junchen was also anxious. He held up the young man's face and asked anxiously: "Xi'er, what do you really want? It is absolutely impossible to go out of the house. Don't you understand that being a criminal slave outside is dangerous? Besides going out of the house, I listen to you, you speak, okay?"

Yan Chunxi bit his lip, his eyes looked blankly at the flickering lights.

After a long time, he showed a miserable and helpless smile, and said lightly: "Since the prince said so, then let me be the most ordinary servant in the palace. I am no longer Mr. Heyuan, nor Please, my lord...don't hug me again."

Guan Junchen hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Xi'er, you have never been a servant, so you don't know how hard it is."

"My lord, look at me—but is there any hardship I can't bear?" A trace of sarcasm floated in Yan Chunxi's eyes.

Guan Junchen looked at the young man's bruised and bruised body, and was choked speechless. Although he became more and more irritable, he tried his best to hold back his temper and persuaded him gently: "Serving others is the same as being served... What is it? Different."

"My lord," Yan Chunxi shook his head, and said word by word: "Mr. Heyuan is served by his servants, but he still wants to serve you? I can suffer all kinds of hardships, but the last thing I want to do is Waiting on you in bed."

What Yan Chunxi said was too harsh.

Even if Guan Junchen wanted to soften his body again, his face suddenly changed.

The look on his dark face was extremely terrifying, but Yan Chunxi was not afraid at all, and only looked at Guan Junchen indifferently.

The two stalemate for a long time, Guan Junchen suddenly let go of Yan Chunxi's body.

He stood up, straightened the folds of the brocade robe, and said slowly: "Since you want to be a servant so much, okay—there is that one lying in there, who has served me just now, and has a little injury on his body. You can start by cleaning him up." Let’s start making the medicine. When you’re done, come back to Liufang Pavilion to see me, if you can’t walk, find someone to help you.”

"Yes."

Yan Chunxi replied indifferently, although he himself could not straighten his legs, but fortunately he could still support the table and the wall, so he reluctantly moved towards the inner room step by step with a limp.

Guan Junchen looked at the back of the young man's hunched body, and suddenly clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails tingled with his palms.

He may be angry, but what is more than anger is unspeakable powerlessness and pain.

He didn't know why he and Yan Chunxi ended up like this, even if he didn't want to, as long as the two talked, they would eventually come to the point of hurting each other.

"But the last thing I want to do is serve you on the bed."

He was in such pain when he heard Yan Chunxi say that.

Before, he only thought that he could hurt Yan Chunxi wantonly.

But it wasn't until tonight that he realized that Yan Chunxi could also seriously hurt him.

……

Since Guan Junchen gave such orders, Nanyu naturally only dared to prepare the wound medicine, silk and warm water and bring them in, then immediately backed out with her head down.

In the inner room, Cheng Yixuan was just lying on his back quietly. After hearing the movement, he turned his head and saw Yan Chunxi limping along the wall and walking slowly to the bed. Knelt down beside the bed.

Cheng Yixuan became flustered, he wanted to stand up, but all of a sudden he pulled mottled whip wounds on his chest, his face turned pale in pain, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yan, Mr. Yan, don't kneel."

"I..." Yan Chunxi gritted his teeth, his sanity was almost completely supported by a desperate force, his body was a little shaky at the moment, his voice was hoarse, and he forced out an answer: "I, I can't straighten my legs. Only when I kneel can my legs not hurt so much..."

Under the flickering lights, Cheng Yixuan and Yan Chunxi looked at each other.

Although the two of them have stayed in Prince Ning's Mansion for a long time, they have almost never spoken to each other. Although they met each other at the New Year's Eve dinner, they were both beautiful young masters of Crane Garden, with bright clothes and radiant looks.

Unexpectedly, when they were together in the same room this time, Cheng Yixuan's white body was covered with vertical marks and welts, and blood still oozes out from places where he was beaten too hard, while Yan Chunxi was already starved. His face was so pale, and his legs were so kneeling that he couldn't even stand upright.

The two of them turned out to be bleak, and neither of them was any better.

Yan Chunxi lowered his head, and with some difficulty wiped the blood from his own fingertips with a silk towel.

Although it was quite painful, it wasn't unbearable now. He then changed a clean silk towel and soaked it in warm water. Although he was about to faint from hunger, his movements were still extremely gentle, and he began to move slowly. Wipe off the blood dripping from Qi Cheng Yixuan's chest.

After the blood stains were wiped off, the whip wounds on his smooth and moist skin were really heart-wrenching to watch. Fortunately, Guan Junchen just hit him casually with the whip that he usually used for entertainment. Fan Cheng Yixuan wondered if he could survive.

Cheng Yixuan lay quietly on the bed. Although the wound was really painful, he still restrained himself from speaking. His slender eyelashes were trembling slightly, making him look even more fragile.

After Yan Chunxi changed two pieces of silk scarf to clean Cheng Yixuan's chest wound, he hesitated slightly, and finally gently separated Cheng Yixuan's slender legs.

Under the light, I saw that the small hole between the boy's buttocks was very red and swollen, and it was even slightly torn apart because of the too rough entry before. A few drops of blood dripped on the mattress under him, but it was even more shocking. .

Cheng Yixuan's body tensed up because of the unspeakable shame and pain mixed together, his eyes were closed tightly, but his eyelashes seemed to be wet.

Yan Chunxi took a deep breath, he and Guan Junchen had been in love for a long time before.

Every time it made him feel very happy, even if it was the whip, he had suffered it before, but Guan Junchen's strength was so exquisitely grasped, in the end, it was just a slight pain that turned into endless comfort and numbness.

He never thought that when such a beautiful thing happened to Cheng Yixuan, what would be left... would be such an unbearable wound.

Earlier, Guan Junchen had deliberately made him kneel outside the screen, and when he heard Cheng Yixuan and Guan Junchen's happy time, his heart ached so much, if he said he didn't mind at all, it was naturally impossible.

At that time, although he also vaguely felt that Cheng Yixuan had suffered for no reason, but he never expected that Guan Junchen would have the heart to torture such a beautiful and innocent boy like this.

Although Yan Chunxi has no friendship with Cheng Yixuan, seeing Cheng Yixuan's appearance, he couldn't help but feel sad for a while, but this sadness is mixed with indescribable complex emotions.

He really hated Guan Junchen's indifference, his ruthlessness that didn't take other people's lives seriously.

But when he thought that from now on, he would never be Mr. Heyuan again, and he would never have the time to be close to Guan Junchen again, while he was relieved, he felt unspeakably sad.

Holding the silk scarf, Yan Chunxi was stunned for a moment before starting to clean up the place for Cheng Yixuan.

That place is naturally the most fragile and sensitive. Although Yan Chunxi was already extremely gentle, Cheng Yixuan's body still trembled slightly involuntarily, and his legs couldn't help but close together.

"I'm sorry." Yan Chunxi stopped quickly, and looked at Cheng Yixuan apologetically: "Did I hurt you?"

"I……"

Cheng Yixuan opened his eyes, his beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes filled with crystal tears in an instant, his chest heaved slightly, he suppressed his emotions for a long time, and finally couldn't control himself at this moment.

He looked at Yan Chunxi sadly, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Yan, I really can't forgive you."

Cheng Yixuan seemed to have made up his mind, propped himself up on his arms and looked at Yan Chunxi, and continued muttering: "Years ago, the matter between you and Xiao Shiwei... I happened to meet one day and reported it to Guanshi Wang. "

Yan Chunxi shook his hands, and the silk scarf fell to the ground. He froze in place, staring at the weak and harmless young man in front of him in astonishment, feeling mixed feelings in his heart for a moment.

A sad smile appeared on Cheng Yixuan's face, big and big tears rolled down his cheeks, he choked up and said: "I don't know if you believe it or not, but I don't hate you, or I want to harm you... I'm just, just jealous of you, jealous of your courage..."

Yan Chunxi's heart skipped a beat, he only felt that Cheng Yixuan's words were extremely dangerous.

At that time, Cheng Yixuan was a hundred times more favored than him, the young master of Heyuan who had never met the prince. Naturally, what he was jealous of was not the power and wealth in the palace, but only...

Yan Chunxi couldn't believe that Cheng Yixuan would tell him such life-threatening words, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Cheng Yixuan, almost speechless.

"I'm sorry for you, I caused you to suffer a lot... What happened to me today is all retribution. I know, it's all retribution..."

Cheng Yixuan muttered repeatedly, after the tears in his eyes gradually flowed away, what floated up in the pair of black pupils turned out to be a complete emptiness and tastelessness.

At the end of his speech, he suddenly looked at Yan Chunxi as if pleading, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Yan, can you forgive me?"

Yan Chunxi's body tensed slightly, and a trace of bewilderment and confusion flashed across his almond eyes.

Although the punishment of the nine-section lash at the beginning was painful, but now it seems extremely far away. How can that kind of physical pain compare with the death of his heart at this time.

What's more, he looked at the naked young man who was beaten and bruised all over his body, with those pleading, peach blossom eyes full of sorrow, how could he bear to say anything else.

Yan Chunxi was silent for a long time, finally just nodded, and said softly: "Young Master Cheng, it's all over. I... I don't blame you."

Cheng Yixuan looked at Yan Chunxi, there were still tears in his peach blossom eyes, but he still showed a bitter yet sweet smile.

He suddenly leaned over and kissed Yan Chunxi's forehead softly with his lips.

Yan Chunxi knew that it was not a kiss mixed with lust, but rather like the behavior of two small animals helplessly keeping warm in a winter night.

"You are so kind, Mr. Yan..."

Cheng Yixuan's smile gradually spread, he seemed to be relieved of everything in this world, he closed his eyes slowly, and when he lay back on the bed, he whispered again: "You really good."