In the pavilion, Qiqing rested his chin on his hand, listening to the clear and distant sound of the flute.

Yu Wuchen's piano music was no longer so empty and ethereal, and seemed to have something else in it.

"Yu Wuchen..." Qiqing called softly.

The flute stopped playing. Yu Wuchen held the flute and looked at Qi Qing, "Hmm?"

There was an imperceptible tenderness and tenderness in the voice as cold as jade.

The Qiqing in front of him was not wearing a veil, and half of his disfigured face was hidden in the shadows.

Half beautiful, half seductive.

Yu Wuchen looked into Qiqing's eyes, which were not the cold and dead look that others usually saw.

Unlike Bai Ziyu and Dugu Ling, Yu Wuchen lives a simple life.

It is even purer than Ning Anan having a master and a mistress.

The ultimate purity, only the seven emotions and the sound of the flute, nothing else.

The sound of the flute is Yu Wuchen's sustenance during his lonely years.

The seven emotions are Yu Wuchen's beliefs.

Or perhaps it is the belief of all guardians of the Yu family for thousands of years.

The words "seven emotions" have long been deeply engraved in every inch of skin in the body.

Yu Wuchen's life is based on only two words: seven emotions.

For the Seven Emotions, it is the thousand-year-old guard outside the Jade Gate.

The song of Soothing the Demon has long been ingrained in my bones, soothing the loneliness and torture that have plagued me for thousands of years.

When staying with Yu Wuchen, the time spent by Qi Qing felt was stretched out.

There is no sun or moon, no morning or evening, only endless years.

Qiqing looked down at the crescent-shaped mark on the palm of her hand, which was shining brightly.

Yu Wuchen also spread out his palms and looked at the crescent moon that was also shining.

He slowly approached Qiqing's jade hand, interlocked his fingers, and felt the softness of her slender jade hand.

The Yu Clan guards the Seven Emotions lineage, and when they take over, they enter the Yu Clan, leaving behind their own unique mark.

Naturally, the mark of the previous person will also be removed.

As long as the mark remains, the guardian will have to guard the Jade Chamber and the seven emotions within it.

"Qing'er..." Yu Wuchen whispered softly.

Even the heartless and desireless exiled immortal will have a moment of falling into the mortal world.

The close relationship between our lips and teeth is like returning to those long and quiet years.

Yu Wuchen hung the jade flute at his side and held Qiqing horizontally in his arms.

There is nothing else between heaven and earth.

The only person in his arms is his responsibility, his faith, and his only love.

It is an existence more important than his life.

After Yu Wuchen took the girl away, two people walked out in the dark night.

Bai Ziyu looked at Bai Ziche, who was staring at the pavilion, pursed his lips, and said with some difficulty: "Royal brother..."

He had already made preparations to stay by Qing'er's side, even if he was not the only one by her side.

He naturally knew that besides himself, Ning Anan also had a lover.

There are also Yu Wuchen, Dugu Ling...

Especially that guy Dugu Ling, who pesters Qing'er every day.

Bai Ziyu knew that they would definitely not leave easily.

Although Bai Ziyu was heartbroken, he could do nothing about it because he was a prince.

But others are also the chosen ones of heaven.

Who is willing to share, who doesn't want to monopolize, but who can monopolize?

Without Qing'er's consent, who among them could stay by Qing'er's side?

Since it is Qing'er's own wish, he will definitely accept it completely.

only…

Bai Ziyu looked at his royal brother, he knew that his royal brother was also deeply in love with Qing'er.

But now...

"Royal brother, you are the Crown Prince Yunlang, and you will ascend the throne and become emperor in the future.

It is necessary to enthrone the Queen of the Eastern Palace and have three thousand beauties in the harem.

Continuing the royal bloodline of the Cloud Wolf.

This is the duty of Crown Prince Yunlang, the future Yunlang Emperor."

Bai Ziyu spoke word by word, looking intently at his most beloved royal brother.

Bai Ziyu has always respected his royal brother, and now he feels even more guilty.

Bai Ziche withdrew his gaze from the man he had long since lost sight of, and looked at Bai Ziyu, his biological brother from the same mother.

"Zi Yu, the throne or your lover, which one do you choose?"

Bai Ziyu was stunned and shocked. He knew he was right.

My royal brother, if I ask for the throne, will you give it to me?

But he replied seriously: "Even if there is no love, I have never thought about that position since I was a child.

Moreover, if I have a lover, the throne will be mine, but it is not as valuable as a lover's smile."

Bai Ziyu's face was a little heavy: "Royal brother, what do you want to say?"

He did not think that his royal brother was testing him to see if he coveted Yunlang's throne.

That's why he was even more surprised, and had a vague guess in his mind.

Bai Ziche smiled and said, "I am the same..."

Bai Ziche's smile is always as gentle as jade, like a gentle breeze without rippling the water.

But today, under the faint moonlight, Bai Ziche's smile was more free and easy and proud.

Bai Ziyu was stunned. In the blink of an eye, Bai Ziyu chuckled and said:

"Brother Huang, no matter what decision you make, I will always support you!

As long as we brothers work together, we will never let that guy Dugu Ling play any tricks again!

only…"

Bai Ziyu said with some gloating pleasure:

"It's just that my Royal Brother, Qing'er seems to have a grudge against you. I wish you good luck...

I will do my best to help you get forgiveness as soon as possible."

Bai Ziche felt helpless and sighed softly, thinking that the road to pursuing his wife would be long.

…

"Yu Wuchen..." Qiqing murmured, slowly opened his eyes, and met a pair of peach blossom eyes full of resentment.

Qi Qing hadn't reacted yet. How could he have been a different person after a night of passion?

"Dugu... um..."

Dugu Ling suddenly pounced on Qiqing, pressing down on him with his arms on both sides of his head.

Without saying a word, a look of deep resentment appeared on his evil face.

He lowered his head and bit Qiqing's sweet lips, venting his dissatisfaction.

"Um...Dugu Ling, um...you, let go first..." Qiqing was kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe, and she slapped Dugu Ling on her body with her hands.

Dugu Ling relaxed a little, Qiqing turned his head to the other side and took two deep breaths.

Qiqing looked at Dugu Ling, her purple eyes full of confusion, and she frowned slightly, as if she was looking at a unreasonable toddler.

Dugu Ling placed one hand gently on Qiqing's eyes.

He panted a little and said, “Qing’er, I’m jealous!

I'm going crazy with jealousy. You gave it to Bai Ziyu, you gave it to Ning Anan, and now you gave it to Yu Wuchen.

I want you, always, always want you. My love, you can't be partial, you also love me, okay?

I am greedy. I can't stand just staying by your side and watching you love others.

Qing'er, please love me too.

My love, my heart aches. Please listen to me, listen to how much I love you."

Dugu Ling lowered his head as he spoke, gently pecking Qiqing's lips.

"Qing'er, give it to me, I want you... give it to me"

Dugu Ling's kiss slowly slid from Qiqing's lips to her neck.

Looking at the snow-white neck, which was already stained with red plum blossoms, my eyes couldn't help but darken...