Master is Pretending to Love Me

Chapter 68

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Jian Xiuyun thought it was just an ordinary wind and cold, but he didn't pay attention to it at first, but after a few days, it was like a prairie fire, out of control.

His body was burning hot, and even his consciousness was a little blurred.

Most of the time every day is spent in lethargy, occasionally waking up, either being fed porridge or medicine by the palace servants, or seeing Xiao Xi'er looking at him worriedly, as if looking at a dying person.

The doctor came every day, but what he said was just a few words over and over again, "The body is deficient... the worry is too much..."

Jian Xiuyun didn't expect that he would get such an evaluation one day, obviously he always felt that he was the most heartless person.

He originally comforted himself that it was good to eat more and sleep more like this, just to rejuvenate his mind, but later he realized that sleeping too much is not good, and it is always easy to dream about things from the past.

Waking up from the dream again, Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes and saw the closed window.

"Open the window." Jian Xiuyun said.

"Jian Xianjun, it's cold outside, and you're still sick."

"En." Jian Xiuyun gradually came back to his senses, and the confusion in his eyes faded away.

"Brother Immortal, do you want some water?" Seeing that he woke up, Xiao Xi'er asked in surprise.

The palace man came over with a celadon bowl and said with a smile: "Jian Xianjun should drink the medicine first, and then drink water after drinking the medicine."

The house was full of spring, surrounded by a group of people who were concerned about his health, but for some reason, his heart still felt empty.

Jian Xiuyun glanced at the door inadvertently, it was empty, only the cold wind blowing in occasionally rolled the bead curtain, making a crisp sound.

Seeing this, the palace man immediately stepped forward and closed the gate.

Jian Xiuyun withdrew his gaze.

He calmly took the medicine from the palace man and drank it, and just after he finished drinking, Xiao Xi'er stuffed a candy into his mouth.

Before the sweetness can spread, it is overwhelmed by a strong bitter taste, which is still bitter.

Jian Xiuyun lay down again, looked at the complicated bed curtain, wanted to laugh at himself, every word he said before was heartbreaking, it was already unexpected that Kan Wenxiao didn't throw him into the dungeon, how could it be possible? Come see him again.

Thinking of this, Jian Xiuyun yawned lazily and closed his eyes again.

Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes, and found that he was lying on the cold ground, with the sound of rough scolding and fists hitting the flesh beside him.

He sat up slowly, looked down at his tattered clothes and dirty and thin hands, and realized that he was dreaming again.

Jian Xiuyun looked up and saw that scene again without any surprise.

The tall and strong man cursed dirty words and vented his anger on the weak woman.

Standing beside him were his three elder brothers, looking at the scene in front of them indifferently, no one stepped forward to stop them.

The woman's body was covered with bruises, and she was speechless. She just looked at him with wet eyes, moved her lips, and said the three words "don't look" with difficulty.

He thought he was cold-hearted, but now he realized that he would never be able to remain indifferent to such a scene.

Jian Xiuyun got up, his forehead was still bleeding for some reason, it snaked down along his posture, dripped into his eyes, and his eyes were blood red.

With thin legs, he stumbled and ran over, hugged the man's leg and bit down hard.

He is not Jian Xiuyun, nor Jian Xianjun, so he was kicked away by the man, grabbed his hair and threw it on the woman, "You are a good son who dared to beat his own father when he was young. Don’t hack me to death, damn it, you bastard who always fights against me, why don’t you learn from your brothers, damn it!”

The man cursed, and kicked his thick legs up again.

The woman immediately turned over and took him into her arms.

The pain seemed to be contagious, and he didn't kick him, but he still felt a suffocating pain.

He looked at the man through the gap in the woman's arms, but only saw a tall figure with a blurred face.

Jian Xiuyun pinched himself angrily, why he couldn't see clearly, he obviously hated that man to death, and thought countless times that when he grew up, he must be hacked into pieces and tortured to death.

But before he grew up, the scene changed and he was in the hands of another person.

The man's stout body was bent humbly, and his posture was full of flattery. His wrist was tightly clasped by a thin and thin hand. The man inspected him carefully, as if he was picking out a piece of goods.

After a long time, the man in the yellow coat who was buttoning him nodded, took out a bag of silver from his pocket and threw it to the man.

Then pull him away.

A miserable female voice came from inside the house, and the woman stumbled out, hugging him and refusing to let go.

Seeing this, the man went up with a slap, and the woman pulled his fingers apart, and then the man dragged her back by pulling her hair.

Jian Xiuyun was forcibly dragged away.

Then he was taken to Yanling, the land of wealth and honor at the foot of the emperor.

At that time, there was a game among the rich and powerful, choosing young boys to be with them since they were young, wearing skirts every day, pretending to be women, and often accompanying the master's side to add fragrance to the red sleeves, which was regarded as an elegant thing.

And he was bought as such a "pedophile" existence.

The face of the person who bought him was already blurred, he only remembered being elegant and elegant, with a gentle smile always on his lips.

He liked the little boy he had bought.

Clean him up, put him in a dress, and dress him up.

He asked, "What's your name?"

"Little four."

He smiled softly and continued to ask, "Then what's your last name?"

"simple."

"A nice surname." He pondered for a while, then said softly, "Then call it Xiuyun, Jian Xiuyun."

After that, he called himself Xiuyun, and he called him Brother Liu.

Brother Liu was born in a wealthy family, and what he loves most every day is reciting poems, composing poems, tasting wine and admiring flowers.

Take him with you every time you go out.

He was wearing women's clothes, with two ingots tied into a bun, and followed behind him like a tail.

Brother Liu had new clothes tailored for him, fed him without hunger, shared the bed with him, and taught him to read and write.

Brother Liu's favorite thing is to hold him on his lap, and said to him with a smile, "Xiuyun, I like you the most. When I reach the crown, I will marry you home and we will be together for a long time." .”

Jian Xiuyun was a little surprised.

The owner of people like them will only keep them until twenty at most, and then they will be separated from each other and never see each other again.

He was still sad because of this, but brother Liu said that he was willing to be with him for a long time.

"Are you willing?" Brother Liu asked in his ear.

At that time, he was still ignorant about emotions, but Jian Xiuyun still hugged him with his backhand, and said word by word: "Yes."

Later, Brother Liu and Guan, what they were waiting for was the news that they were going to get married.

Jian Xiuyun went to look for him, still wearing the ingot bun, but changed into a more mature, bright-colored mamafeiyu gown.

As soon as Brother Liu saw him, he hugged him into his arms as usual.

"Brother Liu, are you going to get married?" Jian Xiuyun said, his eyes were full of water, which made people feel pity.

Brother Liu raised his hand to caress his face, with a sigh in his voice, "Xiu Yun, no matter how similar you are, you are not a woman after all, and I cannot marry you."

When Jian Xiuyun heard the words, his eyes turned red instantly.

Brother Liu quickly held his face and comforted him: "But don't worry, the most important thing in my heart will always be you. Although you can't be my wife, you can always be by my side."

"Will you not want me?" Jian Xiuyun suddenly worried about gains and losses.

"Never."

When the new wife entered, he was locked in the room.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, not even a ray of light could penetrate.

He was a little scared, knocked on the door and asked, "Is there anyone? Can you open the window?"

There was a "squeak" sound, whether it was a mouse or something, Jian Xiuyun froze in place for an instant.

When he knocked on the door again, his voice was already crying, but no one paid any attention.

At this time, a burst of firecrackers came from a distance, it should be that Brother Liu came back from his marriage.

Jian Xiu stopped crying, stood on tiptoe and pressed his ear to the window, trying to hear more voices.

He closed his eyes and thought to himself, Brother Liu must look good today.

But he couldn't see it.

Jian Xiuyun knows that his identity is sensitive, so he has been very careful, but the new wife still doesn't like him very much, and he never shy away from scolding.

Brother Liu never refuted her publicly, but every time he was scolded, he would quietly comfort him and make him happy.

Looking at his gentle face, Jian Xiuyun felt sour in his heart, and asked that question again for some reason, "Will you not want me?"

Brother Liu was stunned for a moment, but still patted his head and replied, "Never."

He believed in Brother Liu, but the new wife made more trouble.

Every time I look at him, the eyes are like poisoned arrows, with undisguised malice inside.

The usual beatings, scolding and abuse became commonplace, and later, when Brother Liu was away, she almost beat herself to death.

Brother Liu rescued him who was dying, glared at her and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

The new lady looked at them coldly, without a trace of warmth in her eyes, "Just beat them to death like this or sell them to the Nanfeng Hall, I will never allow such disgusting things in my house, with him without me, without me He, if you don't agree with us, let's make up, Liu Wenyu, are you willing to let go of this relative?"

Seeing his hesitation, Jian Xiuyun felt severe pain all over her body, but she still stretched out her hand and gently tugged at his front, asking, "Will you want me?"

Brother Liu was silent for a while, then replied as usual: "No."

Just lowered the voice.

After the new wife returned to her natal family, Brother Liu's complexion became more and more bad.

Jian Xiuyun felt that it was his own fault, so he became cautious.

On this day, brother Liu suddenly showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, dressed him up, put on new clothes, and said to him, "Today is the Flower Festival, brother will take you out."

Jian Xiuyun was full of surprises, and nodded cautiously in agreement.

Brother Liu took him to play for a day.

Jian Xiuyun thought, there will never be a happier day than today.

It was getting late, Brother Liu said that he wanted to go to Mingxiu Temple, where he heard that seeking marriage was always effective.

Jian Xiuyun asked, "Whose marriage are you looking for?"

Brother Liu stroked his head, with a slight sadness in his eyes, "I beg us to go to the next life."

When Jian Xiuyun heard this, she also became sad.

That's right, brother Liu's marriage in this life is the new wife, so he can only wait until the next life.

The monk gave them two marriage talismans, and Brother Liu handed him one.

Jian Xiuyun took it and carefully held it in his hand.

The sun is about to set, half of the moon is already hanging obliquely, and a few remnant stars are twinkling slightly, night is coming.

Afterglow spreads the green steps, like blood that is about to dry up, and they walk together hand in hand.

After passing the viewing platform, Brother Liu suddenly said, "Let's take a rest here."

Jian Xiuyun naturally had no objection.

Then Brother Liu led him forward, they were on the side of the cliff, watching the lights of Wanjia in the distance, and the smoke from the cooking.

Brother Liu raised his hand to caress his head, and suddenly called his name.

Jian Xiuyun raised his head, but before he could respond, a strong attack came from behind him, and he was pushed out.

At the last glance, I only saw the setting sun like blood, and a light green figure.

It turns out that Liu has only given farewells since ancient times.

It was obviously just a dream, but the feeling of falling from a height was still so clear.

Jian Xiuyun suddenly opened his eyes.

After a long sigh of relief, the mood gradually stabilized.

That mountain was more than a thousand feet high, but fortunately he met the master who passed by by chance so he survived.

It was just lying on the bed for seventy-seven forty-nine days.

The master said that his bones were not bad, and he brought him back in a moment.

Since then, he has devoted himself to cultivating with Master.

Master treated him very well, just like Brother Liu back then, he took him with him wherever he went.

He also said that everything about him is his.

But later, when he came back from Qiyuan Valley, he found out that Master had passed the headship to Yu Shaozhi.

He didn't believe it, and made a fuss for three days.

But everyone stood in front of him and told him that this is indeed what Master meant.

After he calmed down, Yu Shaozhi gave him a letter with Master's handwriting on it.

The letter said that he had thought about it for a long time, and still felt that Yu Shaozhi was more suitable.

After reading it, Jian Xiuyun calmly crumpled the letter, as if the first thing he did when he woke up many years ago was to throw away the marriage talisman in his hand, and threw the letter out.

In this world, nothing can be trusted.

As he got older and his cultivation became stronger, no one could hurt him anymore, but his heart became colder.

He does not ask others to believe in himself, and he no longer trusts others.

Since people's hearts cannot be trusted, then trust skins.

After all, only the skin is clearly displayed on the face, you can't be deceived, you can't be deceived, you can't hide it, you can tell whether it is beautiful or ugly at a glance.

He didn't like Kan Wenxiao.

Because of his ugly face, and also because in him, he can always see the poor self he used to be, so weak, and always likes to entrust everything to others.

He didn't want to save it.

It's just that the way Kan Wenxiao was protected by his mother reminded him of the woman in his memory, who also protected himself like this.

Poor parents in the world.

It's just that occasionally I still regret it when I think about it. This soft-heartedness, I don't know whether it was Kan Wenxiao or himself who ruined it.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

A voice came from behind.

Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, and came back to his senses completely, only then did he realize that he was hugged in someone's arms.

His brows furrowed instantly, he didn't expect that a wind and cold could make him so dull.

He hurriedly turned around, but met a pair of familiar eyes.

Jian Xiuyun was stunned, not knowing how to react for a moment.

"you… "

As soon as Jian Xiuyun uttered a sound, he was hugged by Kan Wenxiao.

His head rested on Jian Xiuyun's shoulder, his breath was warm, and his voice was drunk.

He said, "I've thought about it for a long time, Master, I like you."