Chapter 218 Ancient Literature (Twenty-one)

"Prince, our plan has failed. That servant boy actually has a powerful guard by his side. We..."

The foreigner knelt on one knee and trembled with fear, his body covered with wounds, but he did not dare to show any pain. He wanted to lower his head to the ground, hoping that the person sitting in the seat would spare his life.

"Oh? Mr. Duan San has such a capable person around him?"

The subordinate, covered in wounds, raised his head cautiously and met the eyes of the handsome prince. Although he was young and had an outstanding appearance, he exuded a gloomy aura, which reminded people of a poisonous snake in the forest.

"Yes! That man is definitely not an ordinary person. All of us brothers..."

Bilitu didn't want to listen anymore and drank the wine in his glass.

"Really? Then go down and rest."

The man kneeling on the ground was overjoyed after hearing this:

"Thank you, Prince. Thank you, Prince..."

He limped to his feet.

As soon as he went out, his eyes widened and blood spurted out of his throat. He looked down and saw a knife stuck in his neck.

With a "thump", he twitched twice and died.

Bilitu looked at the blood on the ground and drank another glass of wine.

"Someone, clean it up."

*

"Bilitu, you are going back to your hometown. Are you happy?"

Su Shangqing knew that he didn't like tea, so he specially asked someone to add milk to it.

Bilitu came to the Su Mansion right after killing someone. He didn't drink tea, but looked at Su Shangqing's eyes, which were light brown and translucent, which was exactly what he liked.

After staring for a long time, he saw a hint of fear in Su Shangqing's eyes, so he tried to look away and smiled.

"It's all the same to me wherever I am."

The Khitan monarch came to visit his dynasty, and he, the Khitan prince, was finally able to go back with him.

Bilitu is the son of a prostitute. Twenty years ago, the relationship between the two countries was not so good. Wars were continuous and the Khitan was defeated. They were asked to send a prince here to study and exchange. It sounds nice to call him a prince, but in fact he was a hostage.

Something that even a slave can step on.

As expected, Bilitu was sent here because he was not liked by his father and his mother was of low status.

As an adult, he would occasionally think back to the past, trying to engrave the hatred in his bones.

Bilitu likes translucent and clear gems. When he was young, he was beaten and couldn't get out of bed for a month just because he looked at the gem on the eldest princess's head for a second longer. Bilitu has slept in a doghouse, crawled through a dog hole, eaten stale rice, and gnawed on mice.

The children on the grassland are lucky and they didn't die even like this.

Su Shangqing's eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen, and they became even clearer after yawning.

Want to dig.

But he held back. After the eyeballs were separated from the eye sockets, they became shrunken and dull. Perhaps Su Shangqing had sensed some of his thoughts and always avoided him.

But those who are targeted by him cannot escape.

One day, Su Shangqing came to him and cried, saying that someone in the capital compared him to a servant.

Bilitu didn't care. Let them compete. He was just a proton and was not worthy to compete with the servants.

But Su Shangqing kept crying in front of him, until her eyes turned red and became ugly, no longer looking like gems.

I really want to dig out these eyes.

But Bilitu couldn't find any eyes more beautiful than his for the time being, so he could only force a smile.

"So what do you want? I'll go and destroy that servant's face, okay?"

Bilitu's living conditions since childhood allowed him to notice everyone's micro-expressions, so Su Shangqing pretended to be scared but was actually happy in his eyes, which was easily discovered by him.

What was he so happy about? No one could compete with him for the title of the most handsome man in the capital?

Boring.

As long as Su Shangqing has those eyes, Bilitu is willing to tolerate his little tricks.

*

"Wow...why hasn't Ye Lin woken up yet? Is he going to die..."

Chu Yun sat on the stool and kept crying, and Duan Fuqing's heart was almost melted by his tears.

"He won't die. He's very lucky..."

Chu Yun hasn't changed his clothes yet, and his clothes are covered with Ye Lin's blood. Ye Lin's black clothes are almost soaked with blood.

Duan Fuqing felt a little heavy in his heart. Today, when he met with the Khitan envoys, his fluent Khitan language won the emperor's favor, and he was immediately appointed as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, the same level as his father.

But from what Chu Yun said today, it was clearly the Khitans who assassinated them. Duan Fuqing didn't understand whether this was a provocation from the Khitan monarch or someone deliberately instigating discord. Why did they choose Chu Yun?

No one would cause trouble at such a critical juncture in the diplomatic relations between the two countries. If this matter was reported to the emperor, it would probably come to nothing. The emperor would not give up cooperation with the Khitan because of them.

He looked at Chu Yun, whose eyes were still red, like a rabbit, twitching with fear.

Duan Fuqing was filled with rage. No matter who it was, if anyone dared to attack Chu Yun, he would ensure that this person would not be able to leave the capital.

"Come here and give me a hug."

He opened his hands. The most important thing now was to comfort his little idiot. The little guy was crying miserably and was still trembling slightly when his back was touched.

Duan Fuqing held him on his lap and rocked him slowly, his hand gently stroking his head.

"Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid..."

Duan Fuqing had promised yesterday that he would not suffer any more, but today he suffered so much. He recalled what happened to Chu Yun, and the only thing that was somewhat related was the little episode with Su Shangqing.

He blew a whistle and said to the man in black in front of him:

"Investigate along the Su family."

"yes."

Chu Yun fell asleep while being slowly rocked, and her dream was restless. Chu Yun knew it was a dream but she just couldn't wake up.

The murderer in the dream was kicked by Ye Lin but did not die. He ran towards them with blood in his mouth and a crazy smile.

Ye Lin stood in front of him, covered in blood, huge amounts of blood...

"Little idiot, wake up, Yunyun? Chuyun? My dear..."

Duan Fuqing discovered that Chu Yun was having a nightmare. She grabbed his arm and cried, which was quite painful. She was mumbling something under her breath. He leaned over to listen.

"Wake up quickly... Woohoo, wake up quickly..."

Duan Fuqing didn't expect that he would dream about Ye Lin even in his dreams. As the saying goes, you dream about Ye Lin at night when you think about him during the day. How much does he miss Ye Lin?

"Wake up, you little idiot! Ye Lin is awake!"

Chu Yun shuddered and opened his eyes.

He finally woke up. Chu Yun was almost scared to death by the murderer in his dream.

"I had a terrible dream..."

It was already five o'clock in the morning, the sky was getting light, and dawn was about to break. Duan Fuqing patted his back despite his sleepiness, his voice hoarse:

"What did you dream about? Tell me..."

Chu Yun was scared and wanted to find someone to talk to.

"Will it disturb your rest..."

Chu Yun thought about it and decided not to say anything. Duan Fuqing had been very busy recently and his eyes were dark blue.

His waist was hugged forward and pressed close to him. Duan Fuqing leaned against his neck and smelled it, his breath hitting Chu Yun's collarbone, making him feel itchy.

Duan Fuqing said, "I'm a little sleepy..."

"Then I won't say anything."

Chu Yun pursed her lips and stared at the bed curtains, thinking that she would fall asleep after counting sheep for a while.

Duan Fuqing opened his eyes:

"There's a way to stop you from having nightmares."

"What is it?"

Chu Yun soon knew what was going on. The bed curtains were dropped, and through the faint light she could vaguely see what was going on inside, the ups and downs of someone's body, and the sound of faint cries.

…

Duan Fuqing was so refreshed. Nothing could make him happier than this. The person in his arms fell asleep with tears in his eyes, but he had no desire to sleep at all.

"lady……"

Duan Fuqing had called out this phrase countless times just now, but when he said it quietly, he felt a little embarrassed.

Duan Fuqing smiled secretly, but he got the response that belonged to him.

"Husband...don't come again."