If you don't count, you will die

Shen Mo lay on Lin Mu's lap, his head was dazed, and he slowly fell asleep.

But I don't want to continue to fascinate the boy Qin Huan.

Opening his eyes, he found that his vision was obstructed. The little Qin Huan was squatting behind the huge screen, looking out through the gaps in the carved patterns of the screen.

The two people who are talking in the room are...Zhao Huan and his mother, Concubine Hui.

I saw Concubine Hui with a sad face, and the little Qin Ye squatted there, covering his mouth with his small hands, watching quietly. He had never seen such an aunt, and he had been by his aunt and Zhao Huan since he was a child. Growing up, the two of them loved him very much, and they never said anything troublesome to him, nor did they show trouble in front of him.

Concubine Hui sighed, and said, "I'm sorry for you, Huan'er, life is getting worse and worse."

Zhao Huan shook his head, with a serious look on his immature face: "Mother, Huan'er is fine, but it's just some unsightly troubles, just ignore them."

Concubine Hui put her hand on Zhao Huan's shoulder lightly, and asked for a while, "Did mother do something wrong... If mother hadn't resisted everyone's advice to adopt Ye'er, if mother had sent him out of the palace, you would have You are still the prince, no one dares to lie to you, to lie to you."

Zhao Huan immediately took a step forward and held his mother's hand: "Mother, you must never say that again. Huan'er doesn't care about the position of prince. To Huan'er, Ye'er and mother are more important. If Ye'er heard these words of my mother, how sad Ye'er would be if she had a delicate heart since she was a child."

The silence attached to Qin Ye's body could feel that Qin Ye's small body had started to tremble, but he still tried his best not to make a sound.

Concubine Hui helped Zhao Huan's hand away and lowered her head. Concubine Hui, who had always been proud, resigned from the position of national teacher to avoid suspicion because Zhao Huan's birth astrology was too unique. After adopting Qin Ye, she took two Concubine Hui, who had a child struggling to survive in Nuo Da's imperial palace, bowed her head guiltily in front of her child.

"Huan'er, you are the best imperial destiny. This world should be yours. If it wasn't...if it wasn't for your mother's kindness for a while, you insisted... insisted on keeping that child, and you wouldn't be so angry because of the evil star. He was accompanied by him, but his fate was changed, and the crown prince was deprived of his position... It would have been good to send him away at that time... It would be good for everyone to entrust him to the care of ordinary people outside the palace..."

After the words fell, Concubine Hui finally broke down and cried.

This strong woman couldn't take it anymore.

Knowing that Concubine Hui was under too much pressure, Zhao Huan couldn't say anything more, so he could only step forward and hold Concubine Hui's hand tightly, chatting to express comfort.

Mo Mo had already lowered his head with Qin Ye at this time, and tears fell on the ground in front of him, and then more and more, Qin Ye's thin shoulders couldn't help shaking, and he covered his mouth with his hands desperately, fearing that he would cry out. voice comes.

Mo Mo can feel Qin Ye's great sadness and guilt, but such a young child has such complicated emotions, it seems that he is really like what Concubine Hui said, since he was a child, he has a delicate heart, although.Although he is young, he sees everything clearly.

Zhao Huan gently wiped the tears from Concubine Hui's face with a handkerchief, "Mother, don't be afraid, although the queen has repeatedly slandered Ye'er as the result of her mother's adultery with others, as long as we grit our teeth and refuse to let go, she can't handle it." We, in the final analysis, are nothing but fabricated rumors..."

Concubine Hui seemed to be really comforted, she stopped crying slowly, and hugged Zhao Huan's not-so-broad shoulders with both hands.

After a long time, after Concubine Hui and Zhao Huan left, the little Qin Ye was still squatting there. He was finally able to remove his hands covering his mouth and cry loudly.

"It's all because of Ye'er...it's all because of Ye'er...if there is no Ye'er...it will be fine...it will be fine if there is no Ye'er..."

Mo Mo's trance time was extraordinarily long this time. He thought that by this moment, he should leave the trance state, but he didn't want to, so he kept on Qin Ye's body, listening to him cry for a long time, until his crying gradually faded away. He stopped, rubbed his eyes vigorously, his eyes hurt until he stopped, stood up and wobbled outside.

Not far away, I bumped into Zhao Ye.

Apparently Zhao Ye had been looking for him for a long time. As soon as he saw him, he flew over and hugged him, yelling softly, "Ye'er is not good, where have you gone? I have been looking for you for a long time but I can't find you!"

With a sob in his throat, Ye'er suppressed it, and slowly squeezed out a miserable smile, and said to Zhao Huan, "Brother Huan, it's Ye'er who just wants to play, and I won't do it in the future."

As soon as Zhao Huan lowered his head, he saw Qin Ye's red and swollen eyes. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your eyes? Are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

Qin Ye immediately shook his head vigorously, avoiding Zhao Huan's hand that was about to touch his eyes, and said in a low voice, "How could it be, with my aunt and Brother Huan here, no one would dare to bully Huan'er, Huan'er just didn't catch the butterfly he liked , a little self-defeating..." Qin Ye suddenly choked up, the picture in front of him was blurred again, tears blurred Zhao Huan's concerned face, and also blurred the picture in front of Shen Mo.

Finally, the little Qin Ye was hugged by Zhao Huan, coaxing him repeatedly. He didn't know what really happened to Qin Ye, and thought Qin Ye was too young, but a butterfly he didn't catch caused him so much pain. He comforted him somewhat dumbfounded: "Ye'er, don't cry, don't cry, it's just a butterfly, wait for Brother Huan to catch you seventeen or eight, put them all in your room, and let them run away again." No, okay?"

Qin Ye hiccupped until the end of crying, and gradually stopped under Zhao Huan's constant patting, and hugged Zhao Huan's waist tightly, refusing to look up, and said, "Ye'er doesn't want butterflies, Ye'er only wants Brother Huan and Auntie, As long as you, as long as you..."

Zhao Huan was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes became more gentle. He hugged Qin Ye up, and then walked to the bedroom, "Okay, I'll listen to you, it's too late, let's go back quickly, my aunt is almost worried to death is you."

Qin Ye nestled his face into Zhao Huan's shoulder, and nodded lightly: "Yeah."

Brother Huan, Auntie, forgive Ye'er for being selfish, Ye'er is not afraid of suffering, not afraid of all torture, Ye'er just wants to be with you, Ye'er promises to be selfish, as long as Auntie and Brother Huan don't abandon Ye'er, Ye'er Anything can be done.

The little Qin Ye nestled in the arms of little Zhao Huan, and made a resolution that no one knew about.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, Concubine Hui rushed forward anxiously, stretched out her hand to hug Qin Ye from Zhao Huan's arms, and scolded, "Ye'er, what's the matter with you, you're so playful, I'm so worried!"

Through Qin Ye's eyes, Mo Mo saw Concubine Hui's anxious face, with sincere concern in her eyes. He knew that Concubine Hui really cared about Qin Ye, whether she was taking care of Qin Ye by her side, no matter how regretful or angry she was, It is also reluctant.

At this moment, it wasn't just because of Qin Ye, the silence seemed to have a slight warmth in his heart, this warmth was so familiar, as if at this moment, he really became Qin Ye, the Qin who was desperately protected by Concubine Hui Ye, became Zhao Huan...became the Qin Ye whom Lin Mu cherished and cared for tenderly.

At the same time, he was so jealous of Qin Ye, he couldn't control it, he couldn't control it and began to envy this child who died at the age of eight.

That kind of Rin Mu was something he had never seen before, the Rin Mu he longed for.

This night, Qin Ye slept with Zhao Huan. It should be said that Qin Ye slept with Zhao Huan almost from childhood. Every night, Zhao Huan would carefully protect Qin Ye in front of his body, close to his chest, Gently patted Qin Ye's back, coaxing him to sleep.

During the day, Qin Ye's mood fluctuated too much, and he couldn't sleep at night. Zhao Huan patiently patted him on the back and whispered stories to him in his ear.

Finally, the silent consciousness slowly became drowsy together with Qin Ye, and fell asleep.

When he woke up this time, Shen Mo finally left his trance, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Mu who was staring at him.

At this time, the two were lying on the bed together, and Lin Mu was lying beside Shen Mo with his arms propped up, looking at him intently.

Silence looked at Lin Mu in a daze, and then he couldn't help but move forward and threw himself into Lin Mu's arms.

Lin Mu's arms were as warm and safe as a feeling of ecstasy.

Shen Mo couldn't help rubbing his cheek against Lin Mu's chest, then blushed slightly, and said shyly, "Lin Mu, pat me."

Lin Mu raised his eyebrows, looked down, and could only see the top of silent black hair, and said: "You have been sleeping for a long time, and you are so clingy when you wake up, but are you stupid?"

Mo Mo's head was still buried in Lin Mu's chest, he grabbed Lin Mu's hand beside him with one hand, put his hand on his back, and said softly again: "Lin Mu, pat me."

Lin Mu pursed her lips, put her hands on Shen Mo's back obediently, patted Shen Mo's back slowly, and said with a teasing smile: "Why, how old is a child after sleeping? Do you still need someone to coax you?"

Silence didn't make any more noises, but just pressed closer to Linmu, the pat on the back made him relax, because he had been asleep for a long time, he couldn't sleep for a long time, but just nestled in Linmu's bed so quietly. In his arms, it also made him extremely happy.

However, when Lin Mu patted his palms, his taste changed.

I saw his palm raised, then lowered, but the position kept moving down, and the last palm patted Silence's buttocks.

Shen Moben's eyes, which were still closed, opened immediately, but he didn't dare to move.

Lin Mu noticed his small movements, but didn't speak, just raised his hand again, and this palm landed on the same position as the previous one.

Being patted like this, Shen Mo finally couldn't stand it anymore, arched his body, and shouted: "Lin Mu..."

Lin Mu kept moving, and chuckled lightly: "As soon as you woke up, I asked me to pat you, don't go back on your word."

Shen Mo moved his body but couldn't avoid Lin Mu's hand, so he simply turned around and leaned his back on Lin Mu's chest so that he couldn't take pictures, and muttered softly: "I didn't ask you to take pictures there..."

Lin Mu looked at his blush face that was finally revealed, turned her hands around, pinched his chin and lifted it towards her, bowed her head and kissed him.

In silence, Lin Mu, like a poison, will only become more and more addictive.

And the same is true for the silence in the evening.