Chapter 287 The Language of Xiyan Flowers - Eternal Love

During these three days, Xiao Nanyue kept himself busy all the time.

Seven-year-old Helian Ji has been ill since returning from Yunqiu, and it will probably take some time for him to recover.

He still needs to appease the court and the military camp.

Xiao Nanyue was even a little afraid to step into the mansion.

Sometimes, he would sit on the reviewing platform all night, listening to the night watchman ringing the bell until the morning light dyed his black armor blood red.

No one knew that after taking off the crown of Regent, he did not stay in Liuyunxuan, but walked into Xiyan's former bedroom.

The quilt was neatly folded, and the fragrance of her hair on the pillow seemed to have not yet dissipated, like an invisible shackle, binding his throat.

Since he had to give her to Helian Feng more than two months ago, he has slept on this couch with his clothes on for countless nights, as if this would make him feel more at ease.

Xiyan's eyes, filled with resentment, always appear in my dreams at midnight.

He knew that she hated him.

However, it would be safer to let her stay in the Prince's Mansion. This was because in the past two months, he had to take care of the disputes in the court and the soldiers and generals in Crouching Tiger Ridge, as well as the intrigue with Helian Feng. Most importantly, there was the hidden danger of Zhu Yin, an unknown person, in the palace.

Xiyan was injured by an arrow and stayed in the palace, so it was impossible for him to keep an eye on her all the time.

On the contrary, being indifferent to her and letting the world know that she is his weakness is the best protection for her.

It was all because Xiao Nanyan was being attacked from all sides, and there were too many people who wanted to kill him...

In the darkness, Xiao Nanyue stared at the curtains swaying in the wind and recalled his past.

When he was young, he loved painting and often immersed himself in painting. His mother asked him, "Will Yan'er become a lay Buddhist who is good at painting landscapes in the future?"

He even made an appointment with Fu Yunqing to travel around the world with swords and see every inch of the beautiful scenery of Tianqi.

When did it start to change?

Eight years ago, when the tragic news of Xiao Beicheng's "death in battle" came, he knelt in front of the coffin for a long time without getting up.

Until he discovered that his "father" had been murdered; until the assassin sent by Su Qinyao wielded his knife in the dark night; until Helian Cong at that time was determined to confiscate the military power in his hands...

The once beautiful dream was shattered in a pool of blood, and he had no choice but to bury his youthful heart in the soil.

He wanted to avenge his "father", to protect his mother, and to make himself stronger, so he burned his beloved paintbrush with his own hands. From that day on, his heart was hardened into stone.

Eight years ago, on the streets of Nanzhao, he met the little girl who was running for her life. Even though she was covered in dirt and was being chased by wild dogs, she still had a cold and fierce look on her face. In the stubbornness in her eyes, he seemed to see himself in the mirror.

Over the past eight years, he watched her grow from a little girl with twin buns into a cool beauty, but he also watched the light in her eyes when she looked at him gradually extinguish.

He taught her literature and martial arts, taught her horse riding and archery, day and night, from winter to summer.

He forced her to be a murderer, and after watching her kill someone, she vomited in the corridor but refused to show weakness.

He thought this was a conquest, a way to make her dependent on him.

He also hoped that she would have the ability to protect herself, rather than being a dodder that could only depend on men.

Now that he thinks about it, he subconsciously regarded Xiyan as another self.

He is also forcing himself to be ruthless and strong.

However, when he shot the arrow at Xiyan, he realized that what he broke was not her stubbornness, but his last bit of flesh and blood.

The sky was gradually getting brighter, and the morning breeze lifted the curtains, revealing the upper half of the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

Xiao Nanyue slowly stood up, walked to the window, reached out and touched the mirror, as if he could touch Xiyan's cheek.

A hoarse laugh suddenly escaped from his throat.

It turns out that he and she are both chess pieces nailed to the chessboard by fate, using indifference as armor and hurt as weapons, torturing each other, trying to find a way to redemption, but they are getting further and further away in each other's pool of blood.

Xiao Nanyue suddenly realized that his indifference, his anger, his anxiety, his... pain, all came from that cold-faced person - simply because he had already regarded her as a part of his life, inseparable from her.

He wanted to shatter that pool of coldness and see her compromise with him and submit to him. Wasn't it also because he wanted to force himself, who was cold and cruel in nature, to one day let go of the heavy burden and return to the gentle and beautiful boy he once was?

He gave her the name "Xuesha" and insisted that she wear plain white silk skirts all day long. People only thought that this name carried a murderous aura, but they did not know the selfish motive hidden beneath his clothes - when he was young, he also wore white clothes that were whiter than snow, and was considered an unworldly young man in the eyes of others.

Now, kneading this white color into her bones and blood is nothing more than quietly planting the youthful spirit that can never be returned in this little person. Over time, the once kind of sustenance has finally made her take root in his heart.

He named her Xiyan. Listening to her low response, he remembered that in the past years, he had hidden in the dark countless times, watching her squatting under the eaves of her bedroom, gently stroking a few evening jasmine flowers that bloomed in the evening with her fingertips, feeling sad.

However, she only knew that the evening primrose blooms in the morning and fades in the evening, quietly withering and falling silently, but she did not understand the foolish words hidden in the petals - eternal love.

Just like his thoughts hidden under the icy mask, every evening when she bent down to grind ink for him, they fell all over the desk along with the shadows of flowers, but he never told her.

At that time, he only knew that his great revenge had not been taken and he could hardly protect himself, so how could he talk about love?

Now, Xiyan has been abducted by Xiao Beicheng. Isn't the blade against her throat also a knife stabbing into his heart?

Using Xiyan as bait, he knew Xiao Beicheng's plan better than anyone else - he wanted the military token, but he also wanted his life.

But he had to go, even though Feiyun Temple was a sea of ​​fire and swords.

…

Suddenly, he thought of Manluo again.

That day she was rescued by Chu Jin, and he did not stop her.

Presumably, Manluo had already cured Chu Jin of the cold pond viper poison.

Back then, he thought Chu Shang was the murderer of his father, so he killed Chu Shang with his own hands. Since he was used by Su Qinyao, his death was not a pity.

However, Fu Yunqing said that Manluo was pregnant with Chu Jin's child. There was no need to continue to dwell on the grudge between the two generations.

He ignored the fact that Manluo saved Chu Jin and even asked Fu Yunqing to deliver the antidote to Chizhong Gu.

Although Manluo acted rashly, she had served him faithfully for many years, and this antidote had eliminated her status as a dedicated soldier. He didn't let Fu Yunqing speak out because he didn't want Manluo to feel grateful to him and impulsively come to serve him while pregnant.

He didn't want anything to happen to Manluo.

Just because she is the one Xiyan cares about...

At the same time, Xiao Nanyan called Han Xiao and Mo Ren and gave them the antidote to Chi Zhong Gu.

"Your Majesty, this is..."

Han Xiao and Mo Ren, holding the antidote to Chi Zhong Gu, looked at each other, their fingertips trembling slightly.

Xiao Nanyan waved his hand, no emotion could be heard in his voice:

"Take it. From now on, I hope you will follow me because you trust me, not because you fear me."

Xiao Nanyan looked at their red eyes and suddenly remembered what Xi Yan had said: Using poison to control people's hearts is not a good deed. People's hearts are warmed by warmth, not forced.

For eight years, he used the Red Loyalty Gu to hold the lives of his death squads, thinking that this was power, forcing them to be loyal to the city. But when he thought about the revenge he wanted to take in the past, what was the point now?

It would be better to give all the assassins a chance to live.

If they truly surrender, it will be far better than being coerced by poison.

Han Xiao and Mo Ren were deeply moved and expressed their loyalty to Xiao Nanyan until death.

Xiao Nanyan waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

He slowly lifted his sleeves, revealing the skin on his forearms.

The morning light seeped in through the window lattice, illuminating the indigo-colored smudge on her fair skin—the evening primrose flower, embroidered stitch by stitch with indigo dye, its five petals curled up like a butterfly...

In another hour, we will set off for Feiyun Temple.

"Yanyan..." Xiao Nanyue whispered to the empty bedroom.

His fingertips rubbed the mirror, and the beautiful woman inside was looking at him with a beautiful smile.

"Believe in me, my king. If I am able to rescue you this time, I will definitely promise you a lifetime of love."