不卡在线一区二区三

All right!!!

As expected, it turns out that you still need the specific location to trigger the original plot!!!

Xiao YuAn nodded his head slowly and walked, with one heavy footstep followed by a light footstep, towards the bedchamber.

As the snow fell, Xiao YuAn’s clothes were soaked wet; and since he only wore a thin white coat, he froze for most of the night. At this time, his eyes were dazed and his feet constantly stumbled. Every ten steps he had to stop for a moment to catch his breath, his back and shoulders were slightly hunched over, his shoulders feeling as if they weighed a thousand pounds due to exhaustion. This action jostled the dagger hidden in his bosom, alongside the two hairpins and the headband, pinching his flesh, which made Xiao YuAn feel a strong pain that allowed his consciousness to not be swallowed up by the cold so quickly. He tried to concentrate all of his remaining energy on walking the road in front of him, without noticing that Yan HeQing was carefully following behind him, and that his eyes were filled with depression and pain.

Yan HeQing opened his mouth several times and stretched out his hand several times. But in the end, the words he wanted to say but didn’t dare to, were lost to the wind and snow. Slowly, his outstretched hand clenched into a fist, and his arm went back to its original position.

And just like that, a journey that originally took a quarter of an hour, took them half an hour to walk all the way back.

Xiao YuAn stopped at the entrance of the Imperial bedchamber, exhaled a long breath of white fog, and then turned around to face Yan HeQing.

After a few months of being apart, the two of them were looking at each other again. However, this time around, the emotions hidden in the depths of each other’s eyes were not as frank anymore. Xiao YuAn thought: In the original book, what was the mood of the young Emperor of the Northern Kingdom when he saw such an elegant and unrivalled man, standing right in front of him?

Did he feel more anger than fear? Or was his fear far greater than the hate he felt?

What was the young Emperor’s mood, when Yan HeQing plucked out his bloody bones out of his still alive body?

What about Yan HeQing?

Was he able to vent his anger?

He must’ve felt relieved, the enemies who once destroyed his family and later forgot about his Country. Those who used to bully and hate his people and himself. Those who made him crawl on the ground once, all of them became indifferent to him after a single slash, doesn’t it?

Xiao YuAn watched as Yan HeQing walked closer towards him, and ever since Yan HeQing left, Xiao YuAn would often dream of this scene. In his dream, sometimes he was the young Emperor of the Northern Kingdom, and other times, he was an spector. But it didn’t matter what kind of role he took, he had always felt cold and frightened.

But now, when this moment really came, Xiao YuAn realized that he wasn’t really afraid of Yan HeQing at all. He stood there calmly, just like every time he saw Yan HeQing walking towards him in the past.

However, after things developed until this point, nothing was like it used to be.

Xiao YuAn dropped his gaze and took out the dagger from his bosom. After seeing this, Yan HeQing suddenly stopped walking and looked at Xiao YuAn intensively, with the intention of not turning his gaze away.

Xiao YuAn took a deep breath and suddenly placed the blade of the dagger on his arm, making a deep cut on his own flesh.

Under such circumstances, it was better to kill himself rather than let Yan HeQing dirty his hands.

The scarlet blood and the silver light of the dagger pierced into Yan HeQing’s astonished eyes, this scene caused his internal organs to tremble with great pain. Yan HeQing’s eyes shrunk as he took a hurried step forward, however, Xiao YuAn suddenly raised his voice: “Don’t! Don’t come over, please listen to me, please listen to me.”

After several pleas, Yan HeQing was forced to stop advancing any more. As he stared at the dagger in Xiao YuAn’s hands, his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe right..

Xiao YuAn steadied his mind and stretched out his injured arm, letting the red blood to drip down his arm and fall onto the snow. After the pain eased a little bit, Xiao YuAn slowly opened his mouth: “Yan HeQing, with this dagger on me I beg you, please let Eunuch Zhao go, please don’t punish the common people of the Northern Kingdom. If you have any anger or wish for revenge, you can just take it out on me, ten times greater.”

As soon as he finished talking, Xiao YuAn made another deep cut on his arm. The blood stained the white flesh, and as the strong pain made Xiao YuAn’s entire body shrink and tremble, he said in a slow breath: “These wounds are for the sake of your lost people. In those years, the late Emperor destroyed your Country and killed your family. Now, it’s the turn of the Royal family of the Northern Kingdom to disappear. But I beg you, please protect Ning’er. She’s in Yongning Palace now, I hope you can hurry up and find her. Anyway, I can’t escape from the Palace. After everything is settled, you can punish me by cutting me into pieces¹ whenever you want ….”

Before Xiao YuAn could finish his words, Yan HeQing suddenly stepped forward and took the dagger away from him. Everything happened in a blink of an eye, Xiao YuAn was only able to see a shaking shadow in front of him, when right the next second, Yan HeQing was already standing by his side.

Xiao YuAn instinctively wanted to step back, but his whole body felt painful and stiff; because of this, he wasn’t able to control his pace and staggered backwards. But he didn’t fall on the ground, because his waist was suddenly held by the man standing at his side. Xiao YuAn then was suddenly surrounded by the warmth coming from Yan HeQing’s body.

Yan HeQing held Xiao YuAn tightly with one hand and with his other one pressed hard on his wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Yan HeQing’s hands were trembling and his lips turned white, as if these shockingly deep wounds were on his own body.

Xiao YuAn was completely stunned, and when he slightly opened his mouth, he didn’t know what to say. After a moment of hesitation, a sudden dull pain grew inside his chest. This was the accumulation of the depression he felt, seeing all of the hard work he did in vain that suddenly erupted after being repressed for so many days. A mouthful of fishy sweetness came out of his throat, staining everything with a frightening red color.

After coughing up blood, Xiao YuAn’s head exploded with aching pain. From a distance, he seemed to faintly hear that Yan HeQing was anxiously calling for him, this cry was so painful that his heart and lungs could be torn apart. However, Xiao YuAn couldn’t really hear what he was saying to him, and he was trying really hard to respond, but in the end, Xiao YuAn’s strength eventually failed him, as he fainted into darkness.

XYA!!!! Why do you have to act so hastily??? Why do you have this tendency of hurting yourself for the “sake” of others?!!(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ Pls stop, YHQ doesn’t want to see you suffer like this!!｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

This must’ve been a huge shock for YHQ, he just wanted to send XYA to a safe place where they could (maybe) talk a little (altough, I’m not so sure about that, considering that YHQ doesn’t communicate at all and XYA firmly believes that he’s hated… sigh)

It’s even more sad that XYA wanted to protect Eunuch Zhao’s life too without knowing that he already sacrificed his own flesh and blood for XYA’s sake… (cries)