Chapter 206 You Should Die With Me
Lu Yan's features have never changed.
It was the same as it was then, but when he was pushed down on the soft bed, Huo Lang suddenly couldn't see his face clearly. Only his eyes were filled with a faint light, as if he had seen it before in his previous life.
"Little Emperor..."
Huo Lang murmured and wanted to reach out to touch his face.
"My name is Lu Yan, and my courtesy name is Qingzhen."
Lu Yan closed his eyes and leaned against his palm, uttering the name that had been sealed for years and could not be told to anyone:
"The ingenuity of human beings surpasses that of nature, refining medicine and lighting lanterns in the clear day and night... My mother gave me this name, she likes to watch fireworks."
"This name is for you alone."
Clear day, clear day.
Huo Lang repeated these words in his mind, remembering them firmly in his heart. With his thin fingertips, he carefully traced Lu Yan's eyebrows and eyes, which were as clean as ink. His eyes were deep and he said in a hoarse voice, "But you are also my emperor..."
He had never truly knelt before anyone, nor was he willing to be anyone's subject.
There is only Lu Yan, only Lu Yan...
He was the emperor of his own.
Even if no one in the world recognizes it, he will still recognize it.
Hearing this, Lu Yan smiled and glanced at Huo Lang. He raised his hand and quietly untied the tent, then took off Huo Lang's cold armor and the sharp sword at his waist. He did not take off his black bamboo robe until the other party was like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
“Blah——”
The clothes fell to the ground, the soft silk and the cold armor piled together, so different, yet strangely harmonious.
In the dim light, Huo Lang slowly stroked the cinnabar mole on Lu Yan's waist. He felt that it was like a drop of blood in the snow, bright red and dazzling: "The cinnabar is now only a little red, but your mother gave birth to you well. You have an extra mole compared to others..."
Lu Yan held down his restless hands, and with a gentle gentleman's face, he whispered obscene words that made people blush: "I really shouldn't have made love with the prince that day. It was seen for nothing, and my flaws were exposed."
This idiot, if I don't touch him in this life, I don't know when I will be able to recognize him.
Huo Lang seemed to have guessed what Lu Yan was thinking. He forced him closer to him, and his body was so close that he couldn't get through. He curled his lips slightly and whispered in his ear, "I'm not blind. You are different from that sickly guy in more ways than just this..."
You can't think too much about these words. If you think too deeply, it will lead to a blushing and heart-pounding emotion, which is boundless and hard to get out of.
Lu Yan lowered his body and kissed Huo Lang's cold lips directly, swallowing all those muffled groans into his stomach. The shadow of the tent above his head was swaying, like a blurry light and shadow, or like a bizarre dream.
Huo Lang suddenly felt a pain. He couldn't tell whether it was because of Lu Yan's touch or because of something else. His head hurt, his body hurt, and his heart hurt even more.
The soft bedding turned into cold ice and snow.
The kisses that rained down on my body became daggers piercing my heart.
The scene before my eyes was blood red, yet also carried a chill like that of snow seeds.
Huo Lang couldn't help shaking, his ten fingers dug deeply into Lu Yan's shoulders. The corners of his eyes were red with desire, his eyelashes were wet with tears, his brows were wrinkled in pain, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
"Lu Yan..."
He was in a trance, mumbling Lu Yan's name:
"Lu Yan..."
Some fragmented images flashed through his mind quickly. He led his troops into the palace and took control of the entire imperial city. Lu Yan sat on the dragon throne, looking at him in horror and shrinking back.
He raised his sword and wanted to kill him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
The sharp tip of the knife was raised high, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Just because of that moment of hesitation, the flaw was exposed. Lu Yan, who was originally terrified, suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it into his chest fiercely, gritting his teeth and saying, "Huo Lang! Go to hell!"
That face that was familiar to the core was full of hatred and disgust when it looked at him.
Huo Lang was stunned for a moment, blood spurting on his pale cheeks. The scarlet color, contrasting with his dark eyes, made people feel terrified for no reason.
"You killed me...?"
Huo Lang heard himself making incredible noises in his dream.
Every word is piercing to the heart.
He staggered back two steps, but managed to stop his subordinates who were rushing in like a tide. Then he slowly raised the sword in his hand and chopped at the frightened emperor without any warning. There was a crisp "clang" sound, and half of the dragon throne was cut off, but the opponent was unharmed.
Was Huo Lang running out of strength? Or did he lose his aim?
The dream suddenly faded a little, as if someone had thrown a stone into it. All the images turned into broken ripples, leaving only a sentence that was about to fade away, carrying endless hatred:
"You are not worthy to die with me..."
It turns out that I still can't bear to do it.
It’s cold, really cold, even colder than when I was punished by the previous emperor to kneel in front of the Nine Dragon Steps.
Is this what it feels like when a person dies?
Huo Lang could no longer tell who he was. He seemed to have become the "Huo Lang" who was stabbed to death in the dream. He knew nothing about the substitute. His heart ached so much that he trembled uncontrollably.
That man is not the emperor, definitely not, he would not treat himself like that!
But the other party is obviously the emperor. He has been making careful moves over the years, deliberately trying to weaken his power in the court. Maybe it's just to kill him!
Huo Lang couldn't figure it out. His head was aching so much that it was about to split. Hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and he couldn't hide the painful sobs in his throat.
At that time, he was of low status, and that man was a prince, but he was kind and caring to him. How could he do such a cruel and ungrateful thing? !
Huo Lang didn't know what was going on with the emperor in front of him. He only knew that the person he loved was definitely not this person, or maybe it was just his wishful thinking for so many years...
Huo Lang felt like he was in a deep scarlet sea with no end in sight. He frantically groped around like a blind man trying to find the long sword. He was trembling and laughing, with a murderous look in his eyes. Suddenly, he had a terrible idea -
He wants to kill the emperor.
The other person deserves to die with you, never leaving or abandoning you.
How can he live if he is dead?
Huo Lang didn't care whether that person was Lu Yan or not.
The road to the underworld is long, and souls cannot be together.
But for your sake, the sword will drive away the monsters.
He couldn't sit on the throne securely when he was alive, and he would be even more uneasy after his death. How could Huo Lang feel at ease leaving the emperor alone in the world? It would be better for him to go to hell with him, and he could drive away the evil spirits for him in Yanluo Palace.
Huo Lang was shaking violently and breathing rapidly. He woke up from his sleep and groped around in the dark. Finally, he accidentally touched Lu Yan's neck and suddenly calmed down.
Huo Lang stared at the person on his body and was stunned for a moment. The Emperor?
He could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality. His slender fingers slowly grasped Lu Yan's neck, tightening like a snake, and he moved his lips silently: "I love you..."
I love you.
Did you know?
The suffocating feeling of impending death swept over them, yet it also made them feel the joy of living and dying together.
Lu Yan couldn't see Huo Lang's bloodshot eyes, nor could he see his ghostly pale face, let alone the mad look in Huo Lang's eyes. Suddenly, a faint black line appeared on his right arm, like a raised blue vein, winding all the way to his heart.
The snake poison actually broke out at this time!
It was as if there was an invisible blade inside Lu Yan's body, desperately cutting his internal organs. The pain was the most severe in his heart. He endured it to the extreme and even bit the tip of his tongue. A fishy sweetness filled his throat. However, he ignored it, held Huo Lang's face and kissed him deeply, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you shaking all over?"
Huo Lang didn't expect the emperor to kiss him. He was stunned for a moment. He moved his pale and cracked lips and uttered a word in a hoarse voice: "Cold..."
He died on the coldest winter day in Beishu, when the imperial city was covered with snow.
Lu Yan hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to embed himself into his bones and blood.
Huo Lang said again: "It hurts..."
Lu Yan: "Where does it hurt?"
Huo Lang said nothing. He slowly let go of Lu Yan, his eyes dark as he pointed to his heart: "Here..."
Lu Yan smiled. His forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat, but his smile was so gentle: "I'm in pain too. I'll be in pain with you, okay?"
His movements were fierce and brutal, as if he wanted to kill Huo Lang on the bed, but that bloody kiss also had an imperceptible tenderness. Huo Lang's hands, which were gripping Lu Yan's neck, could have easily broken his throat countless times, but they also slipped away countless times.
Huo Lang's mind was in a mess.
Where is he? Yanluo Hall or Shenkang Hall?
How can I be alive if I am not dead?
The emperor even lay with him and did such an intimate thing.
Another group of strange memories flooded into his mind. Compared with the bad ending in his previous life, he had taken another path to fulfill his long-cherished wish, and even the identity of the emperor had an answer.
The other party is indeed fake...
Huo Lang suddenly closed his eyes tightly and bit the flesh of Lu Yan's shoulder, like a lone wolf, like a poisonous snake, like all the ferocious animals in the world, but not like a human. He would not be satisfied until his prey was dead.
Lu Yan did not dodge or evade, but buried his face in the other's neck and panted softly. He reached out and hugged the man tighter. After a long while, he uttered a sentence: "Huo Lang..."
He said, "Become the emperor."
Most of the Zhao family members were already dead. He had blocked their way in his previous life, so in this life, Huo Lang would stand in a high position and no longer have to kowtow to others.
Huo Lang didn't say anything. It was a long time before he loosened his teeth. He kissed the blood flowing from the wound, and then went all the way to Lu Yan's lips, exaggerating the fishy and sweet taste. His voice was hoarse: "Lu Yan?"
"Um?"
"Lu Yan?"
"Um."
Huo Lang's eyes were dark, and because of the blood on his lips, he looked bewitching for no reason: "I love you, do you love me?"
Lu Yan lowered his head and kissed him, slowly uttering a word: "Love."
He had let him down, but he also loved him.
How can such an unfaithful person be moved?
The only thing at stake is life and death.
Huo Lang used his previous life to impress this man who was colder than an emperor. He was covered in wounds, but he didn't know if it was worth it. But he was content.
Huo Lang was too cold, and Lu Yan was still worried, so he ordered the palace servants to boil some medicine and bring it to him. He put on his coat and sat on the bed. He smelled it and took a sip to make sure there was nothing wrong. Then he reached out and helped Huo Lang up: "Drink it and have a good sleep."
Huo Lang stared at him motionlessly: "I don't want to sleep."
Lu Yan asked in a low voice: "Don't you want to sleep, or don't you want to take medicine?"
Huo Lang was silent.
Lu Yan held him in his arms and sighed helplessly: "Be obedient, I'll feed you."
He fed Huo Lang the medicine spoonful by spoonful, and Huo Lang drank it all. He was quiet and silent. After a long while, he uttered in a daze: "...You have never treated me so well before."
He was talking about the previous life.
Lu Yan thought he was talking about this life, and put the medicine bowl aside: "I think you are confused in your sleep."
He might have wanted to ask if Huo Lang had been driven stupid by him in bed just now. He looked like he had lost his soul. He lifted the quilt and lay back on the bed.
"Still cold?"
"cold……"
"You won't be cold if I hold you."
"Lu Yan, hold me tighter..."
"If it's any tighter, I'll strangle you to death."
Lu Yan closed his eyes and rested his head against Huo Lang's forehead. He reached out and patted him on the back. His voice was gentle and lazily: "Go to sleep. I'm here."
He didn't know whether Huo Lang slept well or not, he only knew that he slept exceptionally long that time. When he woke up again, the whole Beishu had changed.
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