After Muronghuang passed away, Murong Chuyi became more and more taciturn. He often locked himself in the refining room. The only person in Yuefu who could easily see him was Jiang Yexue.
During the mourning, Murong Chuyi silently pinched many clay figurines, infused them with spiritual power, and slowly adjusted them, allowing them to learn from Murong Huang's demeanor, words and deeds, and walked around in his small courtyard. Jiang Yexue understood that he was sad in his heart, and did not say much. He also followed the drawing of the clay figurine.
However, he did not only make clay figurines like Murong Huang, some of them looked like Murong Chuyi, some like himself, and even some, like the one who was just born and named Yue Chenqing. child.
Those clamorous clay figurines walked in the small courtyard, clamoring loudly, breaking the originally suffocating atmosphere.
Murong Chuyi looked at him gloomily: "What on earth are you trying to do? Are you looking for trouble?"
Jiang Yexue walked up to him and wanted to take his hand, but in the end she only held his sleeve: "Chu Yi, you can't just live in the shadow of Aunt Huang."
Murong Chuyi suddenly pulled back his sleeves and said stubbornly, "I don't."
As he spoke, he didn't seem to want to talk to Jiang Yexue any more, he just turned around and walked to the mecha platform alone, looking at the broken porcelain pieces of the clay figurines, and slowly closed his eyes.
But there was that gentle voice next to him, something gently shaking his sleeves, reluctantly: "Chu Yi, Chu Yi..."
"I said I didn't! Could you please stop—"
When he turned his head, he found that it was just a small mud puppet who was talking, with Jiang Yexue's own appearance in his eyes, clumsily coaxing him to be happy: "Not sad, not sad."
Murong Chuyi: "..."
"It will be fine, it will be fine."
Murong Chuyi stared at it silently, and after staring for a while, his eyes slowly turned a little red. He turned his head and saw Jiang Yexue standing under the wide eaves of the house, behind the lead-grey sky and the remnant flowers fluttering like snow, the lotus-white clothes fluttering in the wind.
The two were separated by a distance and looked at each other in the distance. Murong Chuyi tried to speak several times, but he stopped at his lips and teeth. In the end, he had to whisper something bitterly: "...you are too ugly to squeeze. already."
Jiang Yexue burst out laughing, as if some kind of restraint had been lifted and melted. He walked over to Murong Chuyi, thought for a moment, and gently hugged Murong Chuyi in a relieved gesture.
"You're right." Jiang Yexue gently coaxed him, "Then my uncle will teach me how to pinch it, okay?"
Murong Chuyi: "..."
Their relationship at that time was really the most comfortable, Jiang Yexue was still able to restrain his desires, and Murong Chuyi was very close to him. In fact, Jiang Yexue would often think later, if she hadn't stopped what happened later, would everything have been different.
In the Huantian Cave, Jiang Yexue raised her hand and grabbed Yue Chenqing's neck. The tentacles were slightly cold, which made one feel like being bound by a snake.
Jiang Yexue leaned over, her eyes narrowed dangerously, and stared at him: "Yue Chenqing, do you know that if I hadn't helped you, you would have died at the hands of my mother?"
Yue Chen was stunned.
Jiang Yexue's brown pupils were so close to him, as if there were light and shadows that dissipated years ago.
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Not long after Muronghuang passed away, one day, Jiang Yexue took the wooden toy that Murong Chuyi made for the child, and planned to play with Yue Chenqing in the wing.
Although he knew that the attitudes of many people in the government office had changed because of Yue Chenqing's birth, he actually did not have any hostility or malice towards the child wrapped in the swaddling clothes.
On the contrary, it was Murong Chuyi. Although he pity this child, but because of his face, he never took the initiative to find him. He just handed the carefully polished Shiwan to Jiang Yexue at will, and asked him to send it to Yue Chenqing. After a long time, little wooden figures, little wooden horses, little wooden fish, little rabbits with pricked ears... A pile of scattered things made by Murong Chuyi filled Yue Chenqing's cradle.
Jiang Yexue looked at the wooden squirrel in her hand, and sighed in amusing and helpless ways. He thought, Murong Chuyi should really come and see for himself. If it goes on like this, there will be nowhere for Xiao Chenqing to sleep.
After thinking all the way, he walked outside Yue Chenqing's door, but when he pushed the door in, he heard a "banging" sound.
Jiang Yexue's mother-in-law, who was taking care of Yue Chenqing, turned her head like a frightened bird. The overturned medicine bowl smashed to pieces on the ground, and the medicine inside made a hissing sound as it dripped on the stone surface.
"Ye, Ye Xue son!"
He immediately recognized that the poison in the bowl was originally a heart-breaking poison, and in a panic, he grabbed the panic-stricken mother: "What's going on?! What are you doing?!"
Mammy is a person who is greedy for life and fears death. She immediately kowtowed repeatedly and knelt on the ground to tell Jiang Yexue the truth, saying that Madam Xie forced her to take advantage of others to pour poison into Yue Chenqing's mouth. The lives of the whole family cannot be saved.
Hearing his mother's actions, Jiang Yexue felt that her whole body was like falling into an ice cave. No matter what, he couldn't believe that his mother would be so cruel for the sake of power, so he took his mother to find Mrs. Xie together.
The result was that Mrs. Xie beat and scolded hysterically.
"What can you accuse me of? I'm clearing the way for your future! You bastard who won't fight!"
"What kind of morality, what kind of conscience... This world is where the weak eat the strong, you are too naive, Yue Yexue! Do you know how I got to where I am today? You haven't struggled in the quagmire, you don't know. What it's like to be a slave to someone else! Just wait, after 20 years... No, it doesn't take 20 years, after 10 years, you will know that all the cruel things my mother has done are for you! This is Yuefu, not a cat The cat and dog family, there is him without you, and you without him! Do you know?!"
"Yue Yexue, how did I give birth to such a womanly bastard as you!"
He was also sad and angry at that time: "Auntie, that's a life! Why did you become like this..."
"If you can ask something like this, it means that you don't understand what a prince's house is! Yue Yexue, today's me is you in the future!! Just wait! You keep him, those things that belong to you will be in the future It will become his thing in the same way, and then..." The woman's sharp laughter seemed to come from that night many years ago, and the long nails scratched the bottom of the pot, "You will regret that you stopped today. your mother… "
"You will surely regret it!"
You will surely regret it...
This woman, whose eyes were red, and her pupils seemed to be crawling with spider silk, became increasingly mad, suffering from hypochondria, and finally even made unkind words to Yue Juntian, calling him a mean and unkind person in public.
The result is, of course, self-evident.
Yue Juntian originally pampered her because she was obedient and gentle, advancing and retreating properly, so that he could feel the infinite tenderness that could not be found in noble women at all.
Now that the gentle tent has become a jar of vinegar, what else does he have nostalgia for
Madam Xie's favor faded overnight, and everyone saw that she annoyed Yue Jun, and there was no longer the day when the East Mountain came back, so they were scattered, and even the pharmacist who healed him no longer tried his best.
Jiang Yexue saw all this, he and she were mother and son after all, and the mother was so mad, how could it feel good to be a son. He went to take care of her in front of her sick bed, and managed to bring in other pharmacists from outside the house to treat her, but when Mrs. Xie saw him, she screamed and scolded him, tearing and biting, and even nearly stabbed Jiang Yexue with scissors throat.
She didn't recognize anyone, and she didn't listen to anyone. After a while, Mrs. Xie hanged herself on the beam.
When the servants found her corpse, she was dressed in all her best costumes, her black hair was covered with the most expensive splendid pearls and emeralds she had ever acquired, and her arms and necks were covered with golden bracelets and necklaces. Strings, jewels, and the five-colored pheasant robes that can only be worn by Mrs. Gonghou, which she stole from Muronghuang's relics, which was out of decency.
She even wrote a suicide note, which was full of absurdities, and she suddenly thought that she was the heroine of this family, possessing extremely high status and power...
This woman's ambitions and dreams have been left in this world in a very tragic and very ridiculous way. Her suicide note made Yue Juntian's only sympathy for her disappear. She was right in saying one sentence, Yue Juntian was a person with a bad heart.
He ordered her burial to be hurriedly dealt with, without even taking a last look at her. The lady's Chinese dress on her body was replaced with suede, and the bright and prosperous dream became a cold and cold monument.
And because Mrs. Xie's death book almost fanatically wrote "my son Yue Yexue, the young master of Yuefu", and even wrote "my son will take the position of Yue Juntian", although she knew it was crazy, Yue Juntian still had a lump in Jiang Yexue's heart. His attitude affected the attitude of the rest of the Yue family towards Jiang Yexue. Those who once seemed to be alienated suddenly turned into blatant ridicule and contempt.
"Son of a mad woman."
"Their mother and son have such big ambitions, hahahaha."
Jiang Yexue lost her relatives, she was in a bad mood and did not want to communicate with others. In addition, he has always been personable, and he has read the books of sages and sages. He is a gentleman who does not want to get involved in the quagmire.
Therefore, he didn't say anything more when he suffered these grievances. Others thought that he and Mrs. Xie were the same raccoon dog, and he didn't argue.
What can he argue? Can you tell me about the fact that I stopped my mother from killing my brother before? No matter how ruthless and vicious she was, she treated him well in the past, but now that everyone is dead, how could he bear to put another stigma on her coffin.
That's it.
He swallowed all the pain alone.
It's just that Madam Xie's curse is like a white flag, floating in front of him with resentment all the time - "Those things that belong to you will become his things sooner or later..."
"You will regret this… "
"The me of today is the you of the future. You just don't understand what a princely home is."
How many times he woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and woke up sweating profusely, he looked out hastily, Murong Chuyi was still focusing on adjusting the wooden armor under the lamp.
He gasped and lay back on the bed again, it was fine, at least Murong Chuyi still believed in him, and didn't think he was coveting power and hated Yue Chenqing secretly. At least he can stay in Murong Chuyi's other courtyard, and when he wakes up, he can still see the person he loves by his side.
Because of this reason, Jiang Yexue did not harbor any resentment.
Even when Yue Chenqing could speak, babbled and smiled and stretched out his hand to him and called him "brother, brother", he felt in his heart that this soft little life was very cute and deserved to be protected and taken care of. , do not suffer as he did.
In this way, Yue Chenqing gradually grew up.
He soon reached the age where he could go to the school to practice. Since he was Murong Huang's son and was of royal blood, Yue Juntian, in order to curry favor with the emperor, gave Yue Chenqing the best, and left every opportunity to Yue Chenqing, even from the past. Some of the magic tools that were given to Jiang Yexue were taken back without any hesitation.
"Your brother has lost his mother since he was a child. He is very pitiful. As a brother, let him be a little more."
"Your brother needs more care, you are very sensible, don't fight with your brother."
"You have read a lot of sage books since you were a child, and you should know what comity is."
Some of the shameless little servants in the house all laughed at him yin and yang: "Young Master Yexue, you know how to be humble and you are a gentleman."
Master Song, who couldn't stand it, wanted to reprimand, but was stopped by Jiang Yexue. Jiang Yexue shook her head: "Forget it, you don't need to have the same knowledge as them."
But as the things around him were emptied little by little, a hole in his heart eventually opened up. The hole was getting bigger and bigger, and disappointment, fear, and resentment were all lingering in it.
Until one day, Yue Juntian called him to him: "Ye Xue, you have been practicing with Chu Yi for so long, and you have learned everything you need to learn. From now on, let Chen Qing follow Chu Yi."
Jiang Yexue was startled: "What?"
"Being a father means that when a child is enlightened, he needs a better master to take him with him. If you are sensible, you should clean up the house today and let your brother live there. He also likes to stick to Chu Yi. You two are as expected. Brother, it's like everything."
Jiang Yexue gradually recovered from the shock, but did not move.
His behavior surprised Yue Juntian. Because Yue Juntian was accustomed to what he said was okay, it didn't matter what he said, so when he saw that he didn't agree immediately, he felt strange: "What's the matter with you?"
"Father." Jiang Yexue narrowed her eyes, suppressing her anger, "Am I not sensible enough?"
"… "
"What do you think I have left? You might as well drive me out of this house. Will this make your heart more comfortable, and will Chen Qing feel that the place to play is more open?"
Yue Juntian had never been contradicted by his words like this, so he couldn't help but be very angry, and slapped the table: "You are presumptuous!"
"It's not that I'm presumptuous, it's that you have done too much! What am I in your eyes?!"
"Yue Yexue!! How dare you talk nonsense like this!!"
On that day, Jiang Yexue and Yue Juntian had a big fight. Jiang Yexue was just good-natured and upright, not a coward. If he really got angry, it would only make the scene out of control. Yue Juntian was stunned and gasping for breath, and finally pointed at Jiang Yexue's nose and scolded: "You are a wicked beast! Your mother said that you want to replace me, I think you have this ambition! You pretend to be too deep!! You just don't expect your father to be good! You don't expect your brother to be good!! You and your mother are exactly the same!!"
At the end of the quarrel, it was known to the whole government that the father and son had been in love with each other for a long time, and the quarrel finally turned into a hands-on. But Jiang Yexue was young and without help, and was quickly restrained by Yue Juntian.
The whip was pulled down like a hurricane, and blood was flowing.
Yue Chenqing came running after hearing the news, she was startled, and hurriedly pleaded, "Dad, don't hit me again, don't hit my brother..."
"What do you know! What kind of person his mother is, so is he!"
Speaking of which, the whip was about to be drawn down again according to Jiang Yexue's stubborn face—
"stop."
A flash of light flashed, it was an extremely powerful talisman, which opened the barrier in front of Jiang Yexue. Yue Juntian was caught off guard, his arm was sore, and the whip fell off. He turned his head back in shock and anger, and saw Murong Chuyi walking in from the door, with his arms around the dust, fingering the curse mark, and staring at him coldly.
"Yue Juntian, are you enough!"
"...You?" Yue Juntian's lips trembled, "You, you actually helped this wicked beast..."
Murong Chuyi helped Jiang Yexue up, turned her head and said: "He is my nephew."
"You try to move his finger again and see if I can make you feel better."
Because of Murong Chuyi's appearance, things didn't escalate any further in the end.
In the quiet courtyard in the dead of night, the two of them sat under the eaves and on the steps. Murong Chuyi wrapped the wound on his hand for him. The wound was deeper than the welt, and it was injured by his father's Shenwu when he and Yue Juntian were arguing with each other.
Father and son quarreled, and the father actually used Shenwu to deal with his son, which was simply incredible.
Murong Chuyi was silent, and rarely asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Jiang Yexue didn't answer. After a long time, she said in a low voice, "Before my mother left, she said that within twenty years, everything I have will become Chenqing's."
"… "
"But would you believe me if I said that I never thought about competing with Chenqing for the Yue family?"
Murong Chuyi said, "I believe it."
Jiang Yexue did not expect that he would answer so quickly, not even a moment's hesitation. In fact, he didn't want to cry at first, but when he heard Murong Chuyi say these two words so firmly, he suddenly felt so sad, so wronged, he buried his head in his knees and wept silently.
He said I never wanted to fight for anything.
He said that I really didn't want to be the master of Yuefu, I didn't have this ambition.
He said that I gave everything I could, so why did he take away the only thing I could not give.
Murong Chuyi stayed by his side, finally sighed softly and patted his shoulder.
And Jiang Yexue was probably in a state of confusion at that time. So many years of repression opened a vent. He was actually out of control. He looked up at Murong Chuyi and comforted him. He didn't know what he was thinking, or at this moment, he didn't think about anything at all. When he reacted, he was already leaning against Murong Chuyi and lowered his head to kiss his lips.
Just touch it lightly, like a dragonfly on water.
There seemed to be fireworks exploded inside the skull.
The minds of both were instantly blank.
After an unknown amount of time, Murong Chuyi finally recovered from the extreme shock. He pushed him away as if being stabbed by a scorpion, suddenly stood up, and there was no blood on his handsome face.
"what are you doing--!!?"
Seeing Murong Chuyi's face, Jiang Yexue's dizzy mind finally flashed back to clarity. He messed up his hands and feet, blushed, and hurriedly said: "Chu Yi, I..."
Before Jiang Yexue tried to stand up and explain something, Murong Chuyi took a few steps back and stared at him in shock and anger.
"Uncle, I'm sorry, I, I just... I... "
The title of little uncle stabbed Murong Chuyi more and more sharply, the rain and wind in his eyes were extremely chaotic. He pursed his lips several times, but he felt too absurd when he wanted to speak. He had always been accustomed to treating Jiang Yexue with the attitude of an elder. Who would have thought that Jiang Yexue would have such thoughts towards him. He felt cold in his vest and sweaty.
But to ask him to reprimand someone who has just been forcibly kissed, it is really dignified. Murong Chuyi's face turned blue and white for a while, and finally, without waiting for Jiang Yexue to speak again, he turned around with his sleeves and ran away.