Mo Jingchen brought a bowl of hangover soup, sat beside the bed, and fed Xiao Ye a small spoonful.

The slightly bitter decoction entered his throat. In his previous life, the high level of vigilance developed through twenty years of fighting forced Xiao Ye to swallow the medicine subconsciously!

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he knocked the medicine bowl away and shattered it to the ground!

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ye suddenly opened his big peach blossom eyes, dragged Mo Jingchen onto the bed, turned over and straddled him neatly, and suppressed him under his crotch.

A big hand immediately grabbed Mo Jingchen's neck, his eyes were red, and he asked sternly,

"Which unruly person dares to harm me?!"

Mo Jingchen was tightly choked. In an instant, he felt the threat of death and struggled to squeeze out a word from his throat.

"I ... "

Xiao Ye shook his dizzy head, looked intently at the person in his palm, and immediately released the bear's paw.

"Oh ... it's Jingchen ... "

Xiao Ye immediately let down all his guard, his body softened, and he collapsed on top of Mo Jingchen.

Mo Jingchen had just managed to catch his breath when he was about to be crushed by Xiao Ye's heavy body.

He squeezed out a sound from his throat with difficulty.

"Get up ... you're going to crush me ... "

Xiao Ye didn't move, and Mo Jingchen pushed and kicked him before he was able to break free, finally breathing smoothly.

Mo Jingchen lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Ye, whose face was flushed, his eyes full of heartache:

[He was as drunk as a puddle of mud. It was not easy for him to hold on until the little Khan left before falling down.]

[Bo Erjin, that sinister guy, deliberately provoked me to drink. He is so mean! ]

【Don’t let me see him again! 】

Xiao Ye heard Mo Jingchen's thoughts, his ears moved slightly, and he vaguely remembered that he came to see Mo Jingchen for some purpose ...

right! I remembered!

That bitch Xiao Rui stabbed him!

At this moment, Xiao Ye was so drunk that he could no longer distinguish between the past and the present in his mind.

He only remembers now that Mo Jingchen's back was opened by Xiao Rui with a sword, and his bones were exposed. His heart hurts so much ...

Xiao Ye thought of this and sat up again with difficulty.

He opened a pair of drunken peach blossom eyes and stared at Mo Jingchen, his long eyelashes as thick as crow feathers trembled, and crystal clear tears rolled in his eyes, with a cry,

"Jingchen, let me see your injuries ... "

Mo Jingchen looked confused:

"I'm not injured ... "

Seeing Xiao Ye's sad and broken look, Mo Jingchen thought for a while and added,

"Don't worry, you didn't crush my fracture. I'm not that fragile ... "

Xiao Ye's tears fell softly, and he sobbed,

"Don't hide it from me, I know everything.

That bitch Xiao Rui made a gash in your back.

The bones are exposed, how painful it is ... wow wow ... "

Xiao Ye howled like a child, tears streaming down his face, full of sadness, and looked miserable.

At this moment, in Xiao Ye's mind, he was still the five or six-year-old little prince who had just lost his mother and concubine.

Without the protection of his mother and concubine, his father didn't care about him. Everyone in the harem bullied him, including his only good friend.

How wronged I am to cry, how wronged I am ...

Mo Jingchen looked at the majestic King of Zhenbei in front of him, the ruthless man who would blow up other people's gods if he disagreed with him, and he cried like a little dog. For a moment, he was dumbfounded:

【Ah ... this ... little crying bag ... 】

Mo Jingchen felt disgusted for a moment, and then became extremely moved:

[It must be that Xiaosha drank too much and his memory was confused. He remembered the saddest thing when he was a child ... ]

[The time I was stabbed by the second prince, he cried so pitifully, as if a sword was stabbing him ... ]

[Such a bloody incident must have left a shadow on his young mind, right? ]

[Xiao Rui! You wait! ]

"Alas~"

Mo Jingchen sighed softly, raised his hands, wiped Xiao Ye's tears, and comforted him,

"It's okay. It's been many years. My wound has healed long ago~"

Xiao Ye cried bitterly, blinking her tearful peach blossom eyes, looking at Mo Jingchen, sobbing with a silly face,

"Has it been years? Yes, it feels like I haven't seen you for years ... "

At this moment, Xiao Ye’s mind was filled with the twenty years of extreme loneliness in his previous life.

In the years since he lost Mo Jingchen, he kept using wars to numb himself.

Only in this way could he stop thinking about the pain of Mo Jingchen's betrayal.

Only in this way can I stop myself from missing him endlessly ...

At that time, Xiao Ye cried even harder,

"You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.

Woo woo woo ...

Mo Jingchen, you died so miserably, I am so sad ... "

At this moment, Xiao Ye was completely immersed in his own world:

Mo Jingchen assisted the eldest prince in the rebellion, and was cut into pieces by his father's five horses, and then burned ...

I rushed back from Northern Xinjiang and didn't even see his body.

At that time, I was still feeling the pain of betrayal and overwhelming hatred towards him. Even though I was sad, I didn't shed a single tear for him. I even scolded him that he deserved it and that he had brought it upon himself ...

However, every day he spent since then was more depressed than the seven years he spent in Northern Xinjiang.

Less than three years after Mo Jingchen's death, the young emperor's black hair turned into blond hair.

At that time, he finally understood:

I miss him more than I hate him ...

At this moment, in this situation, after Mo Jingchen listened to Xiao Ye's nonsense crying words, his narrow phoenix eyes couldn't help but widen in a circle, with a confused look on his face:

[You bury your bones in the mud under the spring, but I send them to the world with a head full of snow? 】

【Ah ... where do we start with this ... 】

[I died miserably? Aren’t I living a pretty good life ... ]

[Is it because I have always been weak and Xiaosha is worried that I will die early and he will live alone until his old age? 】

Mo Jingchen couldn't understand and was speechless. He raised his hand, wiped his tears that flowed freely with his sleeve, and comforted him,

"Okay, don't cry. It's been more than ten years, and my wound no longer hurts."

Xiao Ye's tears were like floodgates that could not be stopped at all. It seemed that all the wine he drank in the afternoon was flowing out of his eyes.

Moreover, at this moment, Xiao Ye was intoxicated with his youth again. He cursed vaguely,

"That bitch Xiao Rui, when I grow up and become emperor, I will definitely chop him up!

At least a thousand dollars! Knives are not fatal! Finally, poke his evil heart!

Woo woo woo ...

Mo Jingchen, I regret so much. I didn't send you out of the palace, so you were caught by them. You hit me ... "

Xiao Ye grabbed his hand and greeted him in the face.

Mo Jingchen's heart ached, but he couldn't tear him apart.

Xiao Ye received several slaps.

In desperation, Mo Jingchen shouted loudly,

"Xiao Ye! Xiao Ye! Stop! Stop!"