Consonance

Chapter 8

"My lord, it's getting late, it's time to go back to the mansion." At dusk, Qiao Zhiyan went back to the mansion first, followed Wen Liang to the temple, but saw that his face was a little pale.

Ji Ci'an shook his head and said, "Don't go back to the mansion, but enter the palace." He covered his mouth and coughed, gasping for breath after coughing: "Let someone take care of Zanqing, and...don't let Huanhuan see Zhiyan...wait I'm back...cough cough..."

Wen Liang helped him to go out, his face was full of distress: "My lord..."

Ji Ji'an laughed, and said lightly: "Today is only fifteen, Wen Liang..." He looked up at the bloody sun in the distance: "The attack of the ghost gate stone is getting faster and faster, I'm afraid it's..."

"My lord, what nonsense are you talking about... My lord is a thousand years old, blessed and equal to heaven..." Wen Liang began to cry as he spoke, silently wiped his tears with his sleeve, and sent Ji Ji'an into the palace.

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Ji Yi dealt with the court affairs. It was already night when he saw Ji Ci'an, and Ji Ci'an curled up on the bed alone in the secret room, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and he couldn't help shaking.Ji Yi got closer, and when he heard the 'clack' sound of his teeth colliding, he panicked, and hurriedly took medicine to feed him, seeing that he was feeling better, he said, "Go and change your clothes."

Ji Ji'an stood up obediently, walked slowly to the side, took off his clothes without hesitation, behind him Ji Yi stared at him, and said for a while: "I heard from the host that Qiao Zhiyan has become the same as before. "

"What? Doesn't the emperor want it?" Ji Ji'an was wearing a thin coat, and turned to look at him: "I have liked him for more than ten years, how good it is, he also liked me in the past..."

"Then you killed more than 100 members of his family, are you going to hide it from him and never let him know?"

"Didn't the emperor tell him a long time ago? Three years ago...the Northwest battlefield..." Ji Ji'an sneered, "If it wasn't for you, how could he not even see his parents and relatives for the last time? If it wasn't for you, how could he You can't even hold back your bones in the northwest! Ji Yi, is your throne safe?"

"How can you not understand the way of a monarch and ministers? Ah Yue, my younger brother of the Nine Emperors, the Qiao family will help me sit on the throne, and they will die." Ji Yi got up and walked to his side, raising his hand to touch his face "It's already a gift for me to ask the host to give you rhino horn incense. I want you to be tender with a dead man again." Clamping his chin, Ji Yi said softly: "I have fulfilled your wish, Ah Yue, why don't you Will you accept me?"

Ji Ci'an turned his eyes away, gritted his teeth and endured the heat rising in his chest, and said, "Ji Yi, you are despicable..." He has never been a human being for many years, but he also knows that he may not be able to go back properly now, and suddenly despairs in his heart stand up.

Ji Yi wrapped his other hand around him tightly, and slowly approached him: "I like you, treat you well, you have accepted the love, why do you ignore me? Ah Yue..." He murmured his name , gently kissed his lips, the tip of his tongue traced the contours of his lips, Ji Ci'an was stiff in his arms, his body was alternating hot and cold, cold sweat flowed, all he thought about was Qiao Zhiyan, Qiao Zhiyan's smile, Qiao Zhiyan His eyes, Qiao Zhiyan's palm, but the person in front of him was Ji Yi, whom he wanted to hate but couldn't wish for.

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Three days later, Ji Ci'an was sent back to the palace, accompanied by several imperial physicians in the palace, who filled the usually deserted palace to the brim.

"My lord..." Wen Liang saw Ji Ji'an being lifted off from the carriage, but in the warm spring breeze, he was covered with a thick quilt, revealing half of his face, pale and bloodless, "My lord..." He Walking forward quickly, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling, Ji Ji'an smiled at him, his voice was also hoarse: "Wen Liang, take me back to the room."

The room was still the same, with the curling incense burning in the incense burner, Ji Ci curled up on the bed, holding a red silk inkstone in his arms, "What about him?"

Wen Liangzheng was tucking in the quilt for him. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked. Qiao Zhiyan was still dressed in blue, standing in front of the door, holding the peach blossoms brought back from his outing that day, and putting them in a slender white porcelain vase. With a faint smile: "I'll come and see him." Wen Liang looked at Ji Ci'an on the bed, sighed and retreated.

Qiao Zhiyan walked over, put the peach blossoms in front of his window, and said with a smile: "Look, how beautiful the peach blossoms are." He turned and sat beside his bed, still smiling: "A Yue, you are so stupid, you like Why don't you tell me in person..."

"At that time, you didn't know how to pull your hair. Sitting by the pond alone, I was thinking at that time that there is a thrush in ancient times. If I pull your hair for you every day, will you come with me..."

"Later when I saw you, it was your mother and concubine who had left, but you didn't seem to remember me anymore. The way I looked at me, you were a stranger..."

"During the civil turmoil in the palace, you were finally willing to leave with me, and you were frightened and refused to leave me for half a step, A Yue. At that time, I thought that you would never leave me in this life... But who would have thought that it would be me I left you first."

Qiao Zhiyan looked at him, and stretched out his hand to touch his face: "I know you like me, very much, little fool."

"Zhiyan..." Ji Ji'an turned his head, tears all over his face: "We...will be together forever... shall we?"

"Little fool, I'm already dead. Humans and ghosts have different paths." Qiao Zhiyan caressed his face, "I am attached to this inkstone, so I can see you often."

The incense in the incense burner was burned out, Ji Ji'an watched him gradually disappear before his eyes, and hugged the inkstone in his arms tightly.

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