hold grudges

"My lord, why are you here?" Yu Shouyang asked.

"I was here one year and two months ago." Liu Ke said vicissitudes, he had actually been in this dark place for so long.

Yu Shouyang silently calculated in his heart that the imperial court's participation in Liu Ke's corruption began half a year ago, so that said, the real Liu Ke had already been imprisoned at this time.

"Who is the person who replaced you? Why hasn't anyone raised an objection after so long?" Cao Jie was more concerned about this, as his eyes were always on that fake Liu Ke.

Liu Ke looked at the two of them, not sure if he should say it, but he was afraid that they would not believe him, "It's a demon."

"Demon?" This is a bit tricky, Yu Shouyang started to worry, will they be bad for Cen Ji?

"I rescued a ring-tailed lemur more than a year ago. Who knew that a beast is just a beast, so he imitated me without gratitude!" Liu Ke also wanted to scold someone. He would always remember the day he was imprisoned. How arrogant the monkey is.

"From now on, I will be Liu Ke. I will manage your city and your life. As for you, in order to repay you, I will not kill you. Leave it to you to see how I manage this side." land."

Pooh!

Yu Shouyang understood that it was the demon who embezzled, and he had to tell Master Yu as soon as possible.

"Bastard." Cao Jie clenched his fists, wishing he could blow that fake Liu Ke's head off.

"My lord, I think you don't know the rest. I will rescue you in the near future. Take care of yourself and save your own life." Liu Ke didn't even know about corruption, let alone the evidence of corruption. Yu Shouyang still has to look for it by himself.

He was afraid that others would find out if he stayed for a long time, so he left first, leaving Cao Jie and Liu Ke here, looking at each other and sighing.

Shen Huanming was taken to celebrate, but Yu Cenji didn't bother to go, so he went home first.

The little girl of the Feng family was still squatting at the door, and Yu Cenji stood behind her to watch what she was doing.

Feng Xiaoying took a branch and drew randomly on the ground.

Yu Cenji also squatted with her, rubbing the little girl's head, "Xiaoying, where's grandma?"

"Grandma is shopping for groceries and wants me to stay at home and not run around." Feng Xiaoying was fascinated by the painting and didn't even look at Yu Cenji.

Yu Cenji didn't care. He got up and went back to the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Feng Xiaoying's painting again. She seemed to be painting... big cake?

No, not right.

Yu Cenji thought of the blood moon mentioned by Feng Axiang. How could an old lady know so much?He was skeptical then, and now...

He squatted down again, imitating Shen Huanming, pulling Feng Xiaoying's braid, "Xiaoying, what are you drawing?"

"The moon!" Feng Xiaoying finally waited until her brother asked her what to draw, she was drawing the moon!

"What color is your moon?" Yu Cenji asked.

"Red!" Feng Xiaoying clapped her hands with a smile, the beautiful moon.

Yu Cenji's heart sank when he heard the words, he probably thought of the worst truth.

Feng Xiaoying is special.

Especially because she is stupid, as if she lacks sanity.But she can see things that others cannot see.

Yu Cenji had mixed feelings in his heart, this little girl was Shen Huanming's favorite little girl, so nothing happened to her.

Master Yu, who was walking with his head bowed, saw the hat dropped by the window when he passed by Cao Jie's room.

It is the one that Cao Jie often wears. It seems that he didn't wear a hat when he went out today.Yu Cenji kindly helped Cao Jie pick it up, patted the dust off it, and put it back on the window sill.

He took another look, and with just one look, he discovered the clue.Cao Jie's hat seems to be sewn by himself?The stitches were sparse and messy, and Yu Cenji could still imagine Cao Jie's rough fingers pinching the needle and thread to sew it.

This hat is fine, why is it sewn?

Yu Cenji touched the end of the thread and pulled it out curiously.As the rift widens, what's inside becomes clearer.

is a picture.

Yu Cenji spread it out, the hand-painted sheepskin... treasure map, but only half of it, the crack in the middle seemed to be torn by humans.

He thought of what Xu Sui said, that Cao Zhi picked up half of the treasure map and handed it to Liu Ke.

Could it be that the treasure map handed over to Liu Ke is fake?

Yu Cenji looked back at Feng Xiaoying who was still drawing on the ground, and then at the treasure map in his hand. He folded the blueprint and put it in his arms, waiting for Cao Jie to come back.

In the middle of the night, before Shen Huanming came back, Yu Cenji received Yu Shouyang's carrier pigeon first.

The letter was still not long, but every sentence shocked Yu Cen Ji.

This Liu Ke was indeed not the one he knew.

Besides, Cong Syl also came, this fake Liu Ke must be his henchman.Thinking of this, Yu Cenji wrote a letter by hand, and when he grabbed the pigeon, he carefully wrote another letter, and he put the two letters out.

Haishi has passed, and the most puzzling thing is that Cao Jie hasn't come back yet, neither has Shen Huanming.

Yu Cenji went to the door worriedly, and happened to meet Shen Huanming who was being sent home, and he was almost unsteady when he was so drunk.

"Thank you." Yu Cenji took over Shen Huanming, the tall man pressed his shoulders, Yu Cenji only felt heavy.He thanked the neighbors and helped Shen Huanming back to the house.

The alcoholic seemed to be unable to even walk when he was drunk, Yu Cenji took a lot of effort to put him on the bed.He took off Shen Huanming's boots, and when he undressed, the drunkard on the bed suddenly moved.

Shen Huanming knocked off Yu Cenji's hand, and said in a cold voice, "Don't touch me."

Yu Cenji didn't move. Is this going to be drunk?

Shen Huanming insisted not to let Yu Cenji touch him, but Yu Cenji went to fetch hot water first to wipe his face.

Shen Huanming still refused to let him touch it. Before Yu Cenji reached out, he picked up the soft sword in his hand, but luckily he didn't point it at Yu Cenji.

"Shen Huanming, what kind of drunken madness are you talking about?" Yu Cenji was a little annoyed, he still said that he wanted to marry him during the day, but at night he would draw his sword to face each other, is this something people do.

"Don't touch me." Shen Huanming repeated only this sentence, and Yu Cenji couldn't do it anymore.

"I won't touch you, so can you put down the sword? Can you sleep?" Yu Cenji softened his voice, trying to make Shen Huanming relax his vigilance little by little.

"No." Shen Huanming shook his head, no, no.

"Then what do you want?" Yu Cenji continued to ask with a good temper.

It was the first time he saw someone who became so aloof after drinking.

Shen Huanming didn't answer, he put his hand to his mouth and started to whistle.

The whistle was a bit sharp, Yu Cenji was afraid that he would disturb others, so he hurriedly blocked his mouth, "Master, don't blow it, it's in the middle of the night."

Shen Huanming's eyes were sharp. He shook off Yu Cenji's hand and continued with his instructions.

A few seconds later, Yu Cenji heard the sound of birds, he turned around, and all he saw were colorful birds, either flapping their wings, or standing on the branches.

With this posture, Yu Cenji was afraid that Shen Huanming would make these birds sing loudly.

"Shen Huanming, stop making trouble, go to bed with me." Yu Cenji clenched Shen Huanming's hand, crossed his fingers, and clasped him tightly to prevent him from whistling again.

"Don't touch me!" Shen Huanming shouted.

This was the first time Yu Cenji had heard Shen Huanming talk to him like this, and Shen Huanming had never yelled at him before.

"Why don't you let me touch it?" Yu Cenji didn't back down, and the bones of his hand hurt from buckling him, and he didn't let go.

Shen Huanming's pupils were pitch black, and there was no silence inside, nor the flock of birds he called.

"Shen Huanming." Yu Cenji threw him on the bed and rubbed his neck.

This is not drunk, this is simply obsessed.It's really uncomfortable not to be able to grasp the feeling of Shen Huanming.

"Shen Huanming, I still have a lot of things I haven't said to you today, and I actually don't like to talk about them." Yu Cenji put away his laziness, and said softly and obsessively: "Once I see you, I don't want to be muddled anymore. I even have some regrets, I should have practiced more on the days when I didn't meet you, improved myself, and prepared to meet you. Only in this way can I feel that I am worthy of you."

"You are the flower cluster in my narrow world."

Yu Cenji covered Shen Huanming's lips, wanting to kiss him a thousand times until he died.

Shen Huanming responded to Yu Cenji and gave him the most passionate kiss.

Night, that's how it should be.

Liu Fu, from Xier found out that Yan Qimu had a cold war with him.

Yan Qimu ignored him, and responded obediently and meekly, not at all like that bastard.

"What are you angry about?" Sitting across from Searle, he was not impatient, but a little puzzled. When he went out today, Yan Qimu not only didn't thank him, but even wanted to rebel, what a shame!

Zhen Fugang, tell him who is the head of the family, and see who he listens to!

Yan Qimu looked at Cong Xier sadly, not even knowing why he was angry!

"Oh, my heart hurts." Yan Qimu broke out suddenly, he clutched his heart, fell to the ground and rolled back and forth, he was not out of breath, he couldn't hear the meaning of pain at all.

Cong Xier lowered his head and glanced at the person rolling on the ground, only to feel that this person was dirty and could not be taken anymore.

"You can't afford it?" Syl had already experienced Yan Qimuppi's skills, and they were all pretending.

"How can you touch other people's hands?" Yan Qimu was lying on the ground with mud bricks on his back, quite cold.

What Yan Qimu was talking about was the matter of Cong Syl holding Yu Cen Ji's arm today, but Cong Sill didn't touch Yu Cen Ji's hand, right?

"What does it have to do with you?" Cong Syl didn't want to coax him anymore, it was too hard to coax people, and he was impatient.

"Then it has nothing to do with me lying on the ground, coughing to death, dying of illness, you let me go." After Yan Qimu finished speaking, he coughed heart-piercingly, as if he would be out of breath in the next second. It makes people feel uncomfortable.

"You are so clever, how about knocking out one for me to admire?" Cong Syl squatted down, biting that endless mouth involuntarily.

There is so much nonsense.

"Well."

Yan Qimu was picked up from the ground and kissed by someone holding his head, he couldn't bear it.

After Syl wreaked havoc in his mouth over and over again before he backed out, the rude prince's eyes sparkled as if he had taken a fancy to rare treasures, "You will never leave in this lifetime."

"You get me up."

It's okay if Yan Qimu didn't say it, what he said was to remind Cong Syl, who folded his body on him and kissed him all over again.

Ugh.

The author has something to say: So far, chapters 20-30 have been changed, and I rewrote it, so maybe some cuties who read it before have seen the previous version? (Then I don’t know if anyone has seen it. If anyone has seen it, this version shall prevail, and I will rewrite it. I will say it twice.)

There will be no more changes, if you saw that bad version before, I apologize, I rewrote it, if you are still interested, please re-watch from where I started, sorry sorry sorry<(__)> Otherwise there will be discrepancies.

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