Chapter 118:

Cen Lishan had a rest early, and there were many things in the barracks, and Jiang did not leave the camp account anymore. After Cen Lishan slept, he slept on the ground leaning on the couch.
Tonight he actually dreamed of Wei Lin again, but he dreamt of what happened in the past.
The day the dream started with Wei Lin before he left in the city, the two began to listen to books in the teahouse. Speaking of dreams, it is more like taking out the memories of that day in your sleep and recalling them. Wei Lin's serious face when listening to the book, and the temperature of the palm when he took his hand around. Then they inevitably dreamed of their tongue and tongue entanglement, dreaming that Wei Lin rode on the horse and left.
And he turned back, at a long distance, as if to say something to himself.
That day Jiang could not hear what Wei Lin said, or whether Wei Lin said anything, he could not be sure. Similarly, Wei Lin must not know what Jiang also said.
But Jiang knew it himself. That day he looked at his back, which he was about to go away. He tried to say a few words. It was just too far away, he knew that Wei Lin could not hear, and the words became self-talk.
He said: Don't go.
"Don't go." Jiang also read out in his sleep. He heard himself and woke him up.
He opened his eyes with a faint candlelight in front of him. The candlelight was beating, as if Wei Lin were in front of me. But when he was more awake, Jiang knew that it was just an instant illusion. Jiang couldn't help but feel a little lost, but he didn't wait for long before he lost, he noticed some strange whispers around him.
It's like a kind of whimper crying for mercy when captured by a natural enemy, listening carefully to the rapid breathing and a little crying in it.
Jiang also got up from the ground and looked at the sound. Cen Liyu on the couch closed her eyes and fell asleep, but her small body curled up together. That was the voice from Cen Lishan.
Jiang Yexin said that maybe he was having a nightmare. After all, he was still a young boy. This is normal.
Just as he lowered his mind and planned to sit back on the ground and sleep again, Cen Liyu's voice suddenly became louder. He cried, screaming something vaguely in his mouth. Jiang also got closer and wanted to listen, but unfortunately couldn't understand.
This picture is really rare, but Jiang is not unseen. When he was a teenager, Jiang Yu often woke up with a nightmare when he woke up with a pillow, ran to his room and knocked on the door. Hold him.
At that time, Jiang Fei was much smaller than Cen Lixuan in front of him. At this time, Jiang would also bring Jiang Fei to sleep on his couch, supporting his head with his hand and gently patting Jiang Fei's back with the other hand until Jiang Yu calmed down and fell asleep next to him before he went to sleep.
I just don't know if this method is useful for the current Cen Liyu.
Before waiting for Jiang to figure out whether to try Cen Lishan like this, Cen Lishan suddenly cried out, "Save me!"
Jiang was also taken aback by the cry, and then Cen Liyu opened his eyes. His face was full of wet tears and looked pitiful. He only rolled his eyes and looked around with vigilance around him. His eyes finally fell on Jiang Ye.
People always have such a sense of mourning, and Jiang is no exception. Cen Liyu cried in her dream until she woke up. Yomo was like his brother who grew up together with great affection. He did n’t think too much. Rest your head on your thigh.
"I'm not afraid, it's just a nightmare, it's okay when I wake up." He comforted Cen Liyu strangely, reached out and slapped it behind his back, and it was very gentle.
If it were not for today, Jiang also forgot that he had such a gentle time.
Cen Liyu's rapid breath gradually calmed down under his comfort. Cen Liyu didn't know why. When he opened his eyes and saw Jiang Ye, his panic was relieved a lot ... Probably because last time, after he thought that he was dead, the first one he saw with open eyes People are just Jiang.
"I'm fine." Cen Lishan whispered dumbly.
Jiang also looked down at him, and the teenager's eyes had closed again, so he whispered: "No bravery, there is no one else anyway."
Then there was a long silence.
Jiang kept patting Cen Liyu's back with such an unpleasant frequency. When he was almost asleep, Cen Lishan said the next sentence: "You ... and Brother Wei, why should you save me?"
"Ah?" Jiang Ye's drowsiness was awakened by this sentence again, "Wei Lin is kinder."
"how about you?"
"Me? Ah, I ... I also have a younger brother, you know." Jiang also said, but he was reluctant to say these slightly hypocritical things, and continued to speak in the tone of a mature man, "Anyway, like you Young children should live in honey jars without thinking too much. "
After saying this, Cen Lishan smiled disdainfully, but did not laugh out loud, only slightly ticked the corner of his mouth.
"As a prince, there is no honey pot, only sword mountain and sword sea."
"I know." Jiang also said, "But I didn't know before. It was not important to us. The children should be spoiled."
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.
Cen Liyu had to admit that this sentence, plus the love that Wei Jiang and his two had for him, those days when he took care of him, he opened a small window in what he thought was already invulnerable.
Even Xue Ziqin tried his best to satisfy all his needs and loved him so much, he didn't feel that way. It was a warm feeling that would trickle from Wei Jiang and them into the cold place under his heart.
"Cen Lishang wants to kill me, but unfortunately I shouldn't die. In the end, even my 3rd brother is fine. He must be very angry." Cen Liyu said to herself.
Jiang is not very clear about the royal matter, but at least he knows one or two. If he remembered correctly, Cen Lishang should be the name of the great prince. Although this was a bit shocking to say, Jiang didn't show his voice or answer, and Cen Liyu continued to say:
"I didn't die even if I fell from Qizhenfeng, but I can't think of it. But it's nothing. Killing such an insignificant prince, he couldn't have done so much."
"Isn't he the eldest son of the heir, what are you fighting for?" Jiang also said softly.
"Who knows, I don't dispute anyway."
When Cen Liyu said this, she was judged by Cen Lishan in Jiang Ye's memory. The tone seemed to be indifferent, but there was another coldness.
"But if you don't fight, it's a dead end." Cen Liyu said again, "Even if I don't fight, even if everyone knows that I have no hope of inheriting the Great Command, they still hate me and torture me."
"why?"
"Because my biological mother is the unparalleled princess, my uncle and even my uncle are all heroes of Xuan Guo and allegiance from generation to generation." When Cen Liyu said this, Jiang could not hear emotions. He also knew these things, I am afraid that no one in the folks knew the glory of the Xue family.
Starting from the previous generation of Xue Yuanshan, to this generation of Xue Ziqin, they are all famous heroes with outstanding military achievements.
In addition to the queen, Jinfei is also the highest concubine in the harem.
Jiang didn't ask any more questions, but just continued to listen to him.
"They can't humiliate my mother concubine, the three emperors who love her every day, they can only humiliate me." Cen Liyu said, his thoughts drifted away, as if those memories came to my eyes again. The pain of the past and the peace of mind for Jiang Ye made him completely put down his precautions and talked about the past things intermittently.
"The concubine ignored me, and the only one who loved me was the grandma beside me ... But she was also dead, ashamed, and she would not die if it was not for taking care of me."
"I waited a long time, when will he come to fulfill his promise, but he never entered the palace."
Jiang doesn't know who this 'he' is, but Jiang doesn't want to ask. If Cen Liyu is willing to say, then naturally it will be said that if he is not willing, then it would be in vain to ask. But Jiang also always felt that this person was Xue Ziqin.
Cen Liyu went on to say: "Four years ago, I met a painter in the palace. He was very kind to me. He spoke with me and taught me to paint. For a long time, only he dared to talk to me in the palace."
Speaking of which, Cen Liyu closed his eyes again, his expression a little struggling, and continued: "How could someone really treat me well, he was sent by the second prince, he pretended to hurt me ... then I, I ..."
"Later I killed him myself."
Although the words are not clear, Jiang has already guessed a lot about the content.
He stopped the movement in his hand and hugged Cen Liyu in his arms, tightening it more tightly. Cen Liyu didn't speak again, but from the slight twitching of his shoulder, Jiang knew that he was crying again, this time not because of nightmares, but because of memories.
It is also difficult for Jiang to imagine that there will be such unreasonable insults in this world, and that some people will be so cruel to his brother.
Those who Jiang also tried to guess from the words and words, in Cen Liyu's memory, deep and painful, but new and bright, always dreaming, vividly remembered.
Cen Liye accidentally heard from an older palace man when he was a child, telling the young maidservant about him in the palace like a story.
"When the ninth prince was born, the emperor was happy ... The prince gave her a name three days later. How much favored the princess princess, even if she hasn't gotten out of the moon and can't get out of bed. Give the name to the nine princes. Just look at the empress lady, the emperor has one horizontal, two horizontal, one vertical and one horizontal, and the word "king" is written on the red paper, and the empress lady smiles like flowers ... you Think, the prince gave it the name "King". How big is the emperor's residence? But the holy intention is unpredictable. The emperor added a little more.
"Jade?" A maid raised her small face and guessed naively.
"Click here, it's" 玊 "!"
"What is that word?"
"That word is not important, what is important is the meaning."
"what does that mean?"
"Jiyu is free and imperfect," said the man of the palace, and shook his head regretfully. "The face of the Jinfei lady changed on the spot. The Nine Prince gave him such a name. But there is no expectation at all. "
At that time he didn't understand the meaning of this paragraph, but later when he couldn't see the princess no matter how he saw him, he suddenly understood.
The father emperor used to hurt him very much. When he was young, he often came to see the concubine in the palace of the concubine and also looked at him. It was only at that time that the concubine would treat him tenderly and would call him 玊 儿 intimately. Later it was probably that the father and emperor were too busy, and he rarely came to see him. Similarly, he rarely saw the mother concubine.
Everyone in the palace is worshipping and stepping down, except for the grandma beside him who takes care of him.
The prince bullied him, the palace also bullied him, Jin Fei never asked. Mammy couldn't stop her. Every time, he could only give him some medicine for the wounds on his body, and then he cried and said that he was suffering.
But Cen Liyu felt that if there was a grandma, it was not a misfortune.
When he lived with his mother wholeheartedly, his mother died.
One day, his head was broken, and he ran back to his house with blood to find his mother, but she fell in the yard with blood and nose and nose.
Since then, Cen Liyu has recognized some realities-he was born without being loved.
The most desperate thing is to give him a little hope when he has no choice but to crush his hope.
When Cen Liyu was twelve years old, he was bullied by a palace man one day and rescued by a face-to-face painter.
The painter showed him his favors and taught him to draw. The two said nothing, facing each other day and night.
For two years, the two were like glue, and even made Cen Lihang forget the pain of being bullied in the palace, and then fell naturally in love, almost drowned in the love. The painter proposed to have fun with him, Cen Liyu refused. Not because of his side, but because of his shyness.
Then the man gave Cen Lishan medicine, waiting for Cen Lishan to beg him, and watched Cen Lishan kneel on the ground to beg him, laughing wildly. No more humiliating things, no more gentleness in the past.
He will never forget that day, when he was raped until he almost fainted, the second prince kicked open the palace door and took a group of palace people to witness the scene with his own eyes.
Later, the palace began to be rumored outside the palace, the nine princes are good men.
After this incident was spread, the father emperor came to see him. Cen Liyu remembers the appearance of his father and emperor, regrets, distressed, a little bit hate iron not steel, and a little ... other.
The painter died anyway. Cen Liyu plunged into his throat while he was sleeping beside him. The blood splattered everywhere, and it touched Cen Liyu's chest and face, making him feel unexpectedly warm.
The sky was bright.
Jiang also noticed this through the gap in the curtain, and realized that the night was almost over.
Cen Liyu cried for a long time, but no sound came out.
Jiang Yesi thought for a long time and did not come up with any comforting words, and finally helped him wipe away the tears on his face stiffly, saying: "Don't cry, in short ... within my ability, it will be good to you, but also There is Wei Lin, and Wei Lin will too. "
"You don't even know where he is." Cen Lishan said hoarsely.
"That's right, but," Jiang also yawned, "Woo-I know what he is thinking in his heart."