The prince of Yan, who Dalan knew, was a mute, but he was not.

The couple of King Yan and ss Yan have deep feelings. There are four sons in this lineage. Xin Yi is the youngest. When he was born, his third brother was twelve years old. When he was just weaned, ss Yan was in poor health, so his brothers took him in turn. Perhaps because he was carried around by his brothers on the back of his horse since he was a child. Xin Yi was not good at speaking at first, and his words were also a stuttering that was not satisfactory. His third brother was the most unscrupulous and liked to learn from him. He was beaten up by King Yan and his elder brother countless times but could not be played.

Xiaoyao's habit is that Xin Yi doesn't like to talk after a long time, especially at the end of the year, when the year is Yuanchun, the palace is full of messy guests. Once he attends the banquet, he will follow his second brother with a paralyzed face to be a pillar. In this way, a few years have passed, when he grows up, he is already rumored that he is a mute person. At that time, the relationship between Kyoto and Beiyang is getting worse. The King of Yan probably noticed that Kyoto is eyeing his sons, so he has no explanation for the mute person's remarks.

Later, ss Yan would tell him to speak hard when he went out, and his brothers would always protect him without saying anything when he was away. At first, he thought that he was stuttering to embarrass the family. He had been studying alone in the house with stones in front of the wall and practicing for more than a year. When he was so erect that he could laugh at his third brother, his second brother died.

In the winter of the 50th year of Hongxing, the second son of King Yan, Xin Jing, died of freezing to death, 800 miles outside Shanyin Posa City, the Pingwangfu area. The body was sent back to Beiyang by King Ping, and the Beiyang Yanwang flag was casually covered with the Beiyang Yanwang flag. When he arrived in the mansion, he was still snowing. His elder brother lifted the flag and stared at the people for a while, without saying a word. Later, the night before the burial, Xin Yi saw his elder brother sleeping in the coffin in the mourning hall, and tears were wet all night.

Immediately after the autumn of the 51st year, Dayuan had another dispute with Dalan due to the registration of the pasture. Yan and Ping went to war one after another. When winter came, Xin Li, the third son of King Yan, was shot in front of the formation. One arrow pierced the heart, and four arrows were fixed on the Beiyang King Yan flag, as if it was a provocation of naked/naked/naked. However, three of the arrows came from behind.

In the winter of the 53rd year, ss Yan entered the palace in response to the imperial edict of the Empress Dowager and died suddenly on the night of the Spring Festival in Yuan Dynasty.

At the beginning of the 54th year, King Xin Zhensheng of Yan died in the war in Dayuan.

In the spring of the 54th year, the eldest son of the King of Yan, Xin Jing, broke into Dayuan and drove out various tribes. Yu Wanze was attacked and died in battle.

In the winter of the 54th year, King Ping succeeded in triumph.

Xin Yi was sent to Kyoto, but when the car arrived outside the city, the emperor fell ill due to exhaustion. King Ping transferred Xin Yi to his mansion on the grounds that his old son was injured.

This time I entered it for four years.

Xin Yi woke up.

His eyes were so red and swollen that he felt uncomfortable. He pressed the back of his hands for a while and felt it was hot. His mind was in a daze and his chest was empty.

A heavy curtain was placed beside the bed. I don’t know when it was, and I can’t hear any other sounds.

Xin Yi turned over and creaked a piece of coldness on one side of his arm. He raised his arm and saw that it was the mutton fat jade pendant he had seen in Bai Jiu's hand yesterday. The outstanding part of this jade pendant was that one vividly carved the fierce thunder of a tiger pounced on food, and the other was a sharp turn of painting style, which turned into the innocent and lively way of a young rabbit holding a cabbage. There were faint blue ears falling from the bottom, which were very precious.

Xin Yi held it in his hand and looked at it. The eyebrows and bass sounds that Bai Jiu was close to last night gradually emerged in his mind. His face suddenly became as burning and hot as his eyes. He rubbed his face and turned over again. He didn't expect how to explain the mute's words.

The of Yan is a mute and can talk to the of Yan. The two functions are very different, and the whole Dalan is also completely different in his attitude towards this. How to continue to cover it up? This is the problem.

He was worried when he looked at the edge of the bed, but the curtain opened. The sunlight at noon came in, slightly dazzling, but the person who was exposed was even more dazzling than the sun.

Bai Jiu wore an ivory-white shirt today, loose on his shoulders, which was very different from his abstinence when he was tightly clasped on his collar. Seeing Xin Yi still had swollen eyes, his expression was exactly the same as when he woke up. He couldn't help but lean in and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Xin Yi's stomach immediately screamed a few times, his face stopped, his eyes drifted away, and he turned around and returned to Bai Jiu's face.

Bai Jiu didn't laugh out loud, but his eyes were almost the same. He turned to Old Qu and said, "Clean up and serve the meal."

After Xin Yi washed and cleaned up the food, the food was on the table, and the rice in his bowl was piled into a hilltop. Xin Yi cherished the food very much and ate the rice in the bowl cleanly. Bai Jiu did not make a sound and sat on the window and held a piece of uncarved jade and thought about something. After the meal, a doctor came and prescribed some medicine to calm down and calm the scars. However, some scars were too long and it might be difficult to get rid of.

Mr. Qu sent the doctor out of the hospital, and the two of them were left in the room. Bai Jiu looked at Yu and didn't speak. Xin Yi didn't know what to say. He felt a little uncomfortable opposite Bai Jiu.

"There is nothing to do in the afternoon, if you are sleepy, you can sleep." A sudden sound shocked Xin Yi. Bai Jiu gently stroked the jade with his fingertips without looking up.

"Ah." Xin Yi let out a light voice, his throat was a little dry. He said, "Thank you... sir." Bai Jiu did not answer, Xin Yi slowed down his throat and said, "Thank you, sir... I..."

What are me?

Am I a mute? Or am I a dumb because King Ping died so much that he is no longer mute?

When Bai Jiu looked over, Xin Yi was nervous and his palms were slightly wet. He saw that the emperor was not so nervous. I wonder if it was the sequelae of being close to him last night. In short, he was a little dry under the eyes. When I reached the mouth, I turned around and turned: "Do you want to sleep in the afternoon?"

Pu Yu changed his fingers and played with it. Bai Jiu leaned against the soft and looked straight at him, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

"No..." Xin Yi stuttered: "I dare not worry."

Bai Jiu looked at him for a while, and saw that his ears were slightly red, and his eyes couldn't help but stay. Xin Yi had to lower his head and look at the teacup on the table carefully and thoroughly, and could still feel that his eyes had not moved.

Fortunately, Xie Jingsheng came in time, so Xin Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, before the breath was completely relieved, Bai Jiu suddenly turned around and saw his relaxed expression clearly. Before Xin Yi could recover, the man really left.

This time, Xin Yi held a breath until he couldn't see Bai Jiu, and then he came out and lay down on the soft couch. The mat was soft. He rolled around and buried his face on the soft cliff. A cool and special smell... It was the smell of Bai Jiu. Xin Yi buried it for a long time before turning over and lying on his back. The sunlight dissipated. He opened his arms and felt warm and comfortable. His chest was empty and cold, which made him unable to help pulling the soft cliff over and hugging him. He felt better. He just squinted his eyes and lay in the sun and fell asleep.

Xie Jingsheng could not stay in Kyoto for a long time. Today, Bai Jiu held a farewell banquet for him in the best Xiaoxiao Building in Kyoto. Most of the people who came were brothers from the Jinyiwei, and Xie Jingsheng and everyone were required to toast Bai Jiu. Bai Jiu had never spoken very much at the banquet, and everyone was having fun, and he was quite lazy and he was sitting there, so everyone dared to be more lively.

When the wine is over, there is naturally no need for beauty. Men and women are all beauties. However, Xie Jingsheng has an interesting thing. He will be very upright whenever he gets drunk, sits upright and does not look at him sideways, and is ridiculed by everyone.

I coaxed Xin Yi to sleep last night, but Bai Jiu did not sleep. Now I have drunk a lot of alcohol, so I can't help but have some headaches. I used to touch the jade pendant on my waist, and then I remembered to throw it on Xin Yi's bed. Thinking of Xin Yi, I had to think of Xin Yi. Thinking of Xin Yi, his fingertips on the edge of the desk made him chaotic. After a while, I suddenly felt that the banquet was boring.

Why not go back?

Why not...go back.

As soon as this thought was clear, Bai Jiu suddenly became irritated. He was afraid that he would feel the situation was cold, so he quickly toasted again, and the toast was repeated again.

Xin Yi was awakened by Mr. Qu. When he woke up, it was already dusk outside. Mr. Qu asked someone to have dinner and stood by and accompanied him to use it. In the end, he was afraid that he would be bored, so he accompanied him around the yard.

Xin Yile and the old man walked around, and the two walked in the yard. When they arrived at the study, Mr. Qu pointed to him, "Look, the prince, this pond is full of fish picked from the village, fresh and plump. If you are interested in the future, you must catch a few in this pond."

All the people serving were seven or eight steps away. Mr. Qu was ordered by Bai Jiu. Xin Yi was not afraid of people hearing this, but laughed, and the dimples were sweet. He had never heard of any high-ranking official and nobleman who had raised these fish in the pond in front of the study room. When he thought of Bai Jiu's smile, he felt it was just right. He couldn't help laughing and whispered to Mr. Qu: "Whose idea?"

Mr. Qu cooperated and whispered: "When you are in the whole yard, you want to be relaxed and comfortable at home. Fishing is the best."

Xin Yi saw that the fish in the pond were so plump that they were very plump and interesting, and said, "There are fewer things, otherwise it would be quite wild."

Mr. Qu immediately listened attentively.

Xin Yi said: "If you add another small boat, it's just right."

Mr. Qu clasped his hands and laughed, "If you go to two or three fishermen in a civilized manner, it will be the Taolin Sanjing, which is very beautiful."

The two of them chatted and walked around like this. Before they could reach the horse farm behind, the sky was already dark. Xin Yi stopped and did not go to see it. He walked back with Mr. Qu. He had his servants in front of him to shine on the road. Mr. Qu was paying attention to Xin Yi's feet. Seeing that Xin Yi's expression gradually calmed down, he knew that there was something in his heart.

"I am upset this summer."

Xin Yi nodded, looked up and curiously said, "Why?"

Old Qu touched his short beard and showed an unsettling expression. He pointed to the grass beside him and said, "The bell and the tripod are really disturbing people's dreams."

Xin Yi was amused by the old man's expression. He listened to the lively crickets around and smiled, "If it were a frog sound, it would be even more painful." He said, tilting his head, and recalled a few words: "In the past, my third brother liked fighting crickets. Every time he was afraid that his elder brother would find him, he would hide in my house for several nights. I was still a little stuttering, and when I was anxious, I couldn't sleep by the crickets, so I begged the second brother. The second brother always had a way to put the crickets into the third brother's quilt in the middle of the night. The third brother remembered it and found an opportunity to beat me. Finally, he went to the elder brother and asked the elder brother to beat me up." When he said this, his eyes looked at the eaves of the dark and undulating houses, and his voice gradually lowered: "In order to coax me, my mother asked my father and brothers to hang lanterns for me in the mansion, colorful, one by one, hanging them all over the mansion, and the eyes were all colored at night..."

Xin Yi's voice stopped, and he showed a blank look in the darkness. As if he had said this, he realized that all this had disappeared.

Mr. Qu kept listening, and a kind look on his face, and said softly: "It's all good colors."

Xin Yi smiled and the two continued to walk back. When they returned to the house, Bai Jiu had not yet returned. Xin Yi took the medicine after taking a shower. Old Qu originally wanted to apply plaster for him, but Old Qu pushed him, but Old Qu did not force him and left the house without mentioning it.

Xin Yi, like Bai Jiu, was displeased with someone serving him at night, so he turned off the lamp in the outer room, took off his clothes through the screen, and applied medicine to the scars himself in front of the bronze mirror. The worst injury was on the back, when King Ping of the Cold Food Festival was stabbed in the 57th year, tied him to the horse stake, and placed the traces left by two evil dogs.

Xin Yi turned around and turned to wonder whether the injury should be applied. Just as he was thinking seriously, he suddenly heard that the edge of the screen was knocked by someone. When he raised his eyes, he saw Bai Jiu leaning against the screen, his eyes slid down from his face calmly, as if he was actually passing through his neck, collarbone, chest and lower abdomen.

This gaze was so calm that Xin Yi's lower abdomen tightened slightly. He pulled his clothes and thought that the two men should pretend to be pretentious. His hands were not up and down, so he could only look at Bai Jiu in a daze.

Bai Jiu raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, saying, "I'll do it."

"I dare not worry." But Bai Jiu had already arrived in front of him, and the man who was more than one head taller than him leaned over. His extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes in the light made Xin Yi's chest pound. Seeing that he was about to lean over, Xin Yi took a step back. Bai Jiu pressed his back shoulder with one hand, and Xin Yi realized that Bai Jiu leaned over to take the medicine behind him.

A smell of alcohol surrounded Xin Yi. Bai Jiu stood up and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you afraid of?" After saying that, he lowered his head and approached him, "Aren't you afraid of heaven and earth? You dare to burn Posa City."

Xin Yi was stunned and wanted to say something. Unexpectedly, Bai Jiu rubbed his hair seriously and whispered like a little dog: "It's okay, it's just a Posa City. Even if you burn King Ping's Shanyin, it's no big deal. Go around, I'll give you medicine."

His whisper was different from last night, and it actually caused a gentle numbness in his ears. Xin Yi's ear tips were already burning, and he felt that his breath and the smell of wine were mixed together, making him faint.
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