By decree and pro

Chapter 54

Water was rushing in the corridor, Yan walked forward with difficulty, holding a blown torch in his hand.

The light was still too dim, and he could only see a few steps away, but Yan didn't even have to think about which direction to go, because there were things flowing down the water from time to time, including food bags, wine sacs, and broken naan bread and clothes.

Shuangya also waded in the water to catch up with Yan, lowered her head and sniffed around, and then walked ahead of Yan.

Yan understands that it is leading the way for him, and also knows that Shuangfang is not willing to leave Usman in such a dangerous place.

In other words, it was Usman who drove it to help him.

Yan followed behind Shuangya, the water gradually receded to the ankle, and the walking became much smoother, but Shuangya stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Yan asked.

Frost Fang stepped aside and Yan stepped forward, gasping.

All the people he was looking for were here.

These Xiliang people wearing various long gowns and short jackets were shot to death on the wall by arrows in various weird and terrifying postures. Blood flowed along the wall like a stream.

And this is not far from where they were washed out by the water.

In other words, they were shot dead by random arrows not long after they swam out.

In addition to the horrific scene, the thick smell of blood also filled Yan's mouth and nose, dyeing his mind red.

"No!" Yan suddenly covered his face, the torch fell into the water and went out.

The tragedy of that day reappeared before Yan's eyes.

He rushed into the imperial garden with his retainers and royal soldiers, and fought to the death with Jing Tingrui's army. Because there was no Usman's reinforcements, those loyal retainers and soldiers were killed one by one. beheaded.

The bright red blood sprayed everywhere like a fountain, even though he shouted at the top of his voice: "Quickly retreat! Leave me alone! You retreat quickly!"

"No! Your Highness! If you don't leave, we won't leave either!" They fought hard, protecting their Highness and trying to break out of the encirclement.

They are all men who are indomitable, they are the best soldiers in Dayan, but they followed a stupid master by mistake. Yan felt very painful in his heart. It's called liberation.

Why... why are they all dead and I'm still alive?

Yan asked himself why someone around him always died inexplicably, and death was worthless at all.

Looking at the empty Prince Yonghe Mansion, every time Yan walked, he seemed to see doormen and soldiers greeting him with a smile: "Good morning, Your Highness."

"Your Highness, when will you be free to come and have a couple of tricks with the humble staff?"

"Your Highness, this is a happy event. My daughter-in-law gave birth to a daughter. She said that she would like to thank you very much. Without your help, we would not be able to live a peaceful life now..."

Yan stopped under the vermilion corridor of the blue tiles, thinking in his heart: Those people deserve to die the most.

The traitors and traitors in the court have been completely eradicated. Although the emperor brother gave birth to a pair of children as an emperor, no one dares to question this anymore.With his own efforts, Jing Tingrui not only protected his brother's throne, but also protected their little family.

Just like his original oath, "Ruirui" only protects Chunyu Aiqing in this life.

Jing Tingrui's devotion and loyalty to the emperor's brother has reached the point of being extremely ruthless to others.Although Yan understands Jing Tingrui's difficulties, and understands that he is acting countermeasures for the sake of the emperor's brother, he still hates him very much, as much as he hates himself.

After the storm, the inside and outside of Dayan Palace were peaceful. Yan could not show that disharmonious and uncomfortable expression when everyone smiled. His father, father, brother, etc. were all worried about him... and he was the one who was the least worthy of being recognized. worrying.

Although he really wanted to die, deep in his heart he knew it was impossible. If he died irresponsibly, it would only hurt more relatives and friends and make them cry bitterly.

But it would be fine if he could live like a walking dead, but he still clings to the "scenery" that is full of changes...letting the pain dig out his heart with blood over and over again.

Yan was deeply trapped in a black quagmire that suffocated him, and he couldn't get out no matter how hard he struggled...

He used to think that at least Brother Huang still needed him, but it turned out not to be.

Brother Huang only needs Jing Tingrui in his life.And he——always thought that Jing Tingrui snatched away his most beloved emperor brother, but it turned out to be not the case.

It was he who forcibly intervened between the two of them and "caused trouble" as the "imperial younger brother". From the beginning to the end, "Chun Yuyan" was a superfluous person.

The dirty "swamp" covered his eyes bit by bit, how bright the smile on his face was during the day, and how intense the pain overflowed in his heart at night...

"I've always been the one who deserves to be the most damned..." Yan knelt down on the ground trembling, his face was as pale as paper, he couldn't breathe, and the continuously flowing bright red blood dyed him red...

A black shadow approached quietly from the base of the wall, Yan didn't notice it, and he had no strength to fight back. He collapsed, but Shuangfang grinned quickly, whimpered softly, and put on a murderous stance.

"Help, help... someone... help me."

This faint shout sounded behind Yan, mixed with Shuangfang's low growl.

"Huh?" Yan immediately came back to his senses, looking back, his eyes had already adapted to the darkness, the blood on the body of the man who was calling for help was glowing with deep black light, and only one eye was open.

Yan hurriedly ran over, and when he got closer, he could see clearly that it was the young man who was wearing a handkerchief because of his face injury. He was trembling all over, and when he saw Yan, he even rolled and scrambled forward: "Help me...a lot of arrows... ...!"

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Yan hurriedly comforted him, and supported his arm, pulling him up from the water.

"Shuangfang." This was the first time Yan called Shuangfang's name, and it looked up at Yan.

"Go and see, are there any survivors?" The young man was seriously injured, but he was still alive at this moment, which rekindled hope for Yan.

Shuangfang's eyes and sense of smell are much stronger than Yan's, and he obediently goes around everyone to check.

The young man was seriously injured. Several ribs were broken. It should be because he was hit by the wall after being hit by the water. His shoulders and arms were also scratched by sharp arrows. Bloody, the inflammation tore off his underwear. Hem, bandaged him, and put a little internal force on him.

The breath of the young man has obviously calmed down.

Frostfang came back, and squatted down without saying a word, and it turned out that there was no one else to live here.

Yan sighed silently, but there was still one person alive at last, Yan supported him along the way he came, and slowly went back.

Usman built a small bonfire with clothing materials and wood washed down by the flood to keep the survivors warm.

The underground water is extremely cold. At the beginning, everyone was busy running for their lives and didn't feel it, but now the air they drank from their mouths was all white mist.

"inflammation!"

Usman breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yan walking back slowly while helping a wounded person. Instead of staying by the campfire, he stood by the corridor and waited.

At this time, Usman's silver hair and silver eyelashes were dotted with tiny wet vapors, and they rolled down in the blink of an eye. The shiny appearance was very beautiful.

Yan didn't show any expression, he just said: "He's the only one left."

Aunt Aya stepped forward to help catch the young man, supported him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, kid, lie down by the campfire to keep warm."

Aunt Aya couldn't say anything else, she was extremely tired, sad, and cold.

She didn't even notice that the blood-stained Yan looked like he had crawled back from hell, and looked even more miserable than the seriously injured young man.

"Are you injured?!" Usman looked up and down and asked anxiously.

"It's not my blood, it's theirs." Yan replied with a very indifferent expression, "Did you forget? I know martial arts, those traps can't hurt me."

Yan said, instead of going to the bonfire to warm up, he walked to a puddle, picked up some biting cold water, and scrubbed his face and arms.

His left arm and right leg had already been scratched by back arrows, and when the wound touched the ice water, it was like scorching fire. Although Yan frowned, he didn't take it seriously.

Compared to them who lost their lives, he is still alive, isn't he?

Usman squatted beside Yan, looked at his pale face and said, "Chunyu Yan, let's talk."

"What?" Yan stared at Usman incredulously, what should we talk about at this time?Had he been kicked in the head by a camel again?Still dizzy from blisters?What is there to talk about between them?

"Flame."

"I have nothing to say to you." Yan said coldly, his face had been washed clean, but the blood in his heart could not be washed clean.

"I'm tired, I want to take a break, don't bother me." Yan stood up and walked to the other side away from Usman, Usman followed, and grabbed his right wrist.

"What are you doing? Let go!" The anger in Yan's heart ignited and burst.

Vigor like countless needles flew over Usman's cheeks, ears, arms, and waist, and the wet clothes were cut instantly, and Usman's fair skin was slightly red, just like the red plum in the snow.

Usman didn't back down, grabbed Yan's hands and pressed them against the wall, and then kissed him forcefully.

The entanglement of lips and tongues was as intense as a fight, all kinds of rough gasps and whimpers.

"Stop... um!" Yan resisted strongly, arched his back several times and lifted it away from the wall, but was pushed back by Usman's waist and hips, and his lips and tongue were more deeply combined.

And no matter what kind of anger and dissatisfaction was burning all over Yan, Usman was like the Linze tyrant who slaughtered the whole city, forbidding him to resist at all, even if there was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he would not let him go.

Facing Usman who was suppressed by brute force, Yan had nothing to do. His body trembled uncontrollably, his shoulders pressed against the wall repeatedly, and the weathered wall bricks rustled, just like the friction of a belt Voices.

"Hmm..." Yan couldn't breathe smoothly, and his eyes were half-closed due to the discomfort, with an unnatural flush of red on his face.

Usman suddenly let go of his wrist, and Yan immediately wanted to push Usman's head away, but Usman's extremely presumptuous move made him shiver in shock, the head that was not so awake due to lack of oxygen Suddenly woke up.

In this kind of place... what does Usman want to do.

"You bastard! Stop...!" The blush on Yan's cheeks suddenly deepened, and his struggle became more intense and weaker.There is a man's weakness, even Yan who is extremely self-controlled is no exception.

Yan's right hand is grabbing Usman's silver hair, the dark blue veins on the back of his hand are all floating and protruding, all the amazed and choked gasps are swallowed up by Usman's kiss...

When Usman finally let go of Yan, Yan gasped sharply, his body shook twice, and he almost fell to his knees.

Usman stretched out his arms in time to hold him in his arms who was trembling all over, but Yan quickly stood up straight and pushed Usman away vigorously, but Yan's legs were still weak, and he swayed, He retreated to the side and leaned against the corner of the wall.

Usman stretched out his arms, leaned directly on the two walls, looked at Yan who was blocked with nowhere to go, and whispered: "Cry."

"What, what?" Yan frowned, his face was blushing, his anger was mixed with various emotions, and he couldn't figure out a clue for a while.

"Didn't I bully you? You can cry now." Usman said, his green eyes stared at Yan closely, as if he wanted to see through his skin that pretended to be strong. The inside has been broken into a mess.

"Crying" seems to be very strange to Yan, he can't remember the last time he cried...