After Murong Huang's death, Murong Chuyi became more and more reticent. He often locked himself in his refining room. Only Jiang Yexue could easily be seen in Yuefu.
During the funeral, Murong Chuyi silently squeezed a lot of clay figurines, iand nfused them with spiritual power. He slowly adjusted them, having them learn Murong Huang's expression and behavior and walk around in his yard. Jiang Yexue understood that he was sad and didn't say much. He took the drawings of clay figurines and did the same.
But his were not only like Murong Huang. Some of the clay figurines were like Murong Chuyi, some were like himself, and even some were like the newly born child named Yue Chenqing.
The noisy clay figures walked in the courtyard, breaking the original atmosphere.
Murong Chuyi looked at him gloomily. "What do you want to do? Do you want to pick a quarrel?"
Jiang Yexue came to him and wanted to hold his hand, but at last he only held his sleeve. "Chuyi, you can't live in the shadow of Aunt Huang."
Murong Chuyi suddenly pulled back his sleeve and said, "I don't have one."
As if he didn't want to talk with Jiang Yexue again, he just turned around and went to the refinery table alone. He looked at the debris of the clay figurines and slowly closed his eyes.
But there was a gentle voice coming from his side. He was there, shaking his sleeve gently, and could not help saying, "Chuyi, Chuyi..."
"I didn't! Can you stop - "
Turning his head, he found that what he was talking to was just a small clay puppet, with the appearance of Jiang Yexue's eyes and eyebrows, coaxing him to be happy clumsily saying, "Not sad, not sad."
Murong Chuyi: "..."
"It will be OK, it will be OK."
Murong Chuyi stared at it silently for a while, and his eyes slowly turned red. Turning his head, he saw Jiang Yexue standing under the broad eaves of the house. Behind him were the lead-gray sky and snow-like flowers. His lotus-white clothes fluttered with the wind.
The two men were separated by a distance and looked at each other from afar. Murong Chuyi wanted to talk several times, but he stopped his lips and teeth. At last, he had hatefully murmured a sentence, " You're too ugly."
Jiang Yexue chuckled, as if some kind of prohibition had been broken. He walked towards Murong Chuyi, thought for a moment, and gently embraced Murong Chuyi with a comforting gesture.
"You're right," Jiang Yexue gently coaxed him, "Then Uncle should teach me how to pinch personally, OK?"
Murong Chuyi: "..."
At that time, their relationship was really the most comfortable. Jiang Yexue was able to restrain his desire. Murong Chuyi was also very close to him. In fact, Jiang Yexue often wondered later whether everything would be different if he didn't stop what happened later.
In the Huntian cave, Jiang Yexue held Yue Chenqing's neck with his hands raised. His hands were cool, which them as creepy as a snake.
Jiang Yexue leaned over, eyes narrowed dangerously, and stared at him. "Yue Chenqing, do you know that at that time, if I didn't help you, you would have died in my mother's hands?"
Yue Chenqing and Li Ran.
Jiang Yexue's brown pupils were so close to him that they seemed to gather the light and shadow that dissipated years ago.
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Shortly after Murong Huang's death, one day, Jiang Yexue took the wooden toys made by Murong Chuyi for the child and planned to play with Yue Chenqing in the wing room.
Although he knew that many people's attitudes towards him in the mansion had been changed by the birth of Yue Chenqing, he did not have any hostility or malice towards the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Murong Chuyi, on the other hand, although pitying the child, never took the initiative to find him because of his face. He just handed Jiang Yexue the carefully polished pieces and asked him to send it to Yue Chenqing. For a long time, there a pile of scattered things made by made by Murong Chuyi filled Yue Chenqing's cradle. Little wooden man, alittle Trojan horse, little wooden fish, little rabbit with ears up.
Jiang Yexue looked at the wooden squirrel in his hand, and sighed with amusement and helplessness. He thought that Murong Chuyi should have a look at it. If it went on like this, where could Xiao Chenqing sleep?
Thinking all the way, he went to Yue Chenqing's door, and when he pushed the door in, he heard a crash.
Jiang Yexue's nanny, who looked after Yue Chenqing, turned her head like a frightened bird. The overturned medicine bowl was smashed on the ground, and the medicine in it flowed on the stone and made a hissing sound.
"Ye, Yexue Gongzi!"
He immediately recognized that the poison in the bowl was originally the poison for rotten intestines and soul breaking. Under the shock of anger, he grabbed the panicked nanny. "What's the matter?! What are you doing?!"
Ma Niang was a greedy person who was afraid of death. She immediately kowtowed to the ground and cried the truth to Jiang Yexue. She said that Madam Xie forced her to pour poison into Yue Chenqing's mouth by accident. If she didn't do so, her family's lives would not be safe.
Jiang Yexue listened to his mother's behavior, only felt like the whole person was falling into an ice cave. He couldn't believe that his mother could be so cruel for power, so he took her with him to find Madam Xie.
But the result was lady Xie's hysterical beating and scolding.
"What can you blame me for? I'm clearing the way for you! You don't have to fight or steal!"
"What morality, what conscience… This way of life is the law of the jungle. You are so naive! Do you know how I got to this position step by step? You haven't struggled in the mire. You don't know what it's like to be enslaved! Wait, twenty years later… No, it won't take twenty years. Ten years later, you will know that all the cruel things your mother does are for you! This is Yuefu. It's not a cat and dog house. If it has him, it won't have you! You know what?!"
"Yue Yexue, how can I have such a bastard like you!"
At that time, he was also sad and angry. "Ah Niang, that's a human life! Why have you become what you are today... "
"If you can ask such a question, it means that you don't know what the family of Marquis Wang is! Yue Yexue, today's me is the future you!! You wait! You keep him. Those things that belong to you will become his things in the future. At that time... " Women's shrill laughter seemed to come from the night many years ago, with creepy long fingernails scratching the bottom of the pot. "You will regret that you stopped your mother today…"
"You will regret it!"
You will regret it…
Her eyes were red, and it seemed like spider's silk crawling all over in her pupils. She became crazy and suffered from hypochondriasis. At last, she even spoke rudely to Yue Juntian and called him a mean and ungrateful person in public.
The result, of course, was self-evident.
Yue Juntian used to love her because she was submissive and gentle, and he could feel the infinite tenderness that he could not find in the noble women.
Now that the gentle account had become a vinegar jar, what else did he want?
Madam Xie's favor fell apart overnight. When people saw that she had caused Yue Jun's natural disgust, they were scattered one after, and even the healing medicine was no longer brought to her.
All of this, Jiang Yexue saw with his own eyes. He and she were mother and son after all. The mother crazy so how could the son's heart be good? He went to take care of her in front of her bed and tried to bring in other pharmacists to cure her. But when Madam Xie saw him, she screamed and scolded. She tore and bit him, and almost stabbed Jiang Yexue's throat with scissors.
She didn't recognize anyone and didn't listen to anyone. After a while, Madam Xie hanged herself on a beam.
When the servants found her dead body, she dressed up to the limit. She stole the most expensive colorful pearl emerald from Murong Huang's relic. She wore golden bracelets, necklaces, strings, and beads on her arms and neck. She also wore the colorful pheasant robe that only the Marquis and his main wife could wear.
She even wrote a suicide note, which was full of absurdity. Between the words, she suddenly thought that she was the mistress of the family, and had high honor and power…
This woman's ambition and dream, was in a very tragic and funny way to stay in this world. Her bequeath made Yue Juntian's only sympathy for her disappear. She was right in saying that Yue Juntian was a man who was very grateful.
He ordered hastily to deal with her funeral, and didn't even go to see her for the last time. Her lady's dress was changed into a plain one. Her bright and splendid dream became a cold and shabby monument.
In Madam Xie's suicide note, she wrote that "My son Yue Yexue is is the leader of Yuefu", and even wrote "my son will take the place of Yue Juntian." Even though he knew it was madness, Yue Juntian still had a knot in his heart about Jiang Yexue. His attitude influenced the other people's attitude towards Jiang Yexue. Those seemingly estrangements became naked ridicule and contempt overnight.
"Son of a mad woman."
"Their mother and son are so ambitious. Hahahaha."
Jiang Yexue lost his family, so he was in a bad mood and didn't want to communicate with others. In addition, he had always been elegant and full of reading books of sages and scholars. He was a gentleman who did not want to stir into the mire.
So he didn't talk much about these grievances. He didn't argue whether he was the same as Madam Xie.
What could he argue about? Can he say something about his mother's poison to kill his brother? Even if she was cruel and poisonous, she used to treat him well. Now that person was dead. How could he bear to put a stigma on her coffin again?
Only.
He swallowed the pain alone.
But Madam Xie's curse was like a white flag, which had been lingering in front of his eyes. "Those things that belong to you will become his things sooner or
later..."
"You will regret..."
"Today's me is you in the future. You just don't know what a 'Marquis's house' is?"
How many times did he wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat? He looked out in a hurry. Murong Chuyi was still debugging the wooden armor under the light.
He gasped and went back to bed again. It was good. At least Murong Chuyi believed him. He didn't think he was greedy for power and hated Yue Chenqing. At least he could stay in the other courtyard of Murong Chuyi. When he woke up, he could also see the person he loves around him.
Because of this reason, Jiang Yexue did not have much resentment.
Even when Yue Chenqing reacheed out to him and calls him "Gege, Gege" with a drool and smile after he could speak, he felt deeply that this soft little life was very lovely, worthy of protection and care. He could not suffer the same pain as him.
In this way, Yue Chenqing gradually grew up.
Soon he was old enough to go to the school to practice. Because he was Murong Huang's son and of royal blood, Yue Juntian gave Yue Chenqing everything he could to flatter him. He even took back some of the spiritual artifacts he had given Jiang Yexue.
"Your brother has lost his mother since he was a child. He is pitiful. If you are a brother, please let him have more."
"Your brother needs more care. You are very sensible. Don't compete with him." "You have read a lot of books of sages since you were little. You should know what is comity."
Some shameless little guys in the family laughed at him in a strange way. "You are a gentleman only when you know how to be humble."
The despised Master Song wanted to speak and scold, but he was stopped by Jiang Yexue. Jiang Yexue shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't get to know them."
But as the things around him were emptied little by little, a hole was also worming in his heart. The hole was getting bigger and bigger. Disappointment, fear and resentment were all circling in it.
Until one day, Yue Juntian called him to the front. "Yexue, you have been practicing with Chuyi for so long, and you have learned what there is to learn. In the future, let Chenqing follow Chuyi more."
Jiang Yexue paused for a while. "What?"
"Being a father means that children need a better master to bring them to enlightenment. You are sensible. Today, I will clean up the house and let your brother live there. He also likes to stick to Chuyi. You two are brothers. You look after everything."
Jiang Yexue gradually responded from the shock, but did not move.
His behavior surprised Yue Juntian. Because Yue Juntian had been used to saying everything well and didn't care, when he didn't immediately agree to it, he felt strange. "What's the matter with you?"
"Father." Jiang Yexue narrowed his eyes and pressed his anger. "Am I not sensible enough?"
"..."
"What do you think I have left? Why don't you drive me out of this house? Does this make your heart stronger? Does Chenqing think that the place to play is more open…"
Yue Juntian had never been contradicted by his words like this. He couldn't help but be furious and take the case and say, "You are presumptuous!"
"It's not that I'm presumptuous, it's that you've done too much! What do you think I am?"
"Yexue!! How dare you talk so nonsense!"
On that day, Jiang Yexue had a big fight with Yue Juntian. Jiang Yexue was just good-natured and upright, not a loser. He was really angry and only made the scene out of control. Yue Juntian was so angry that he pointed to Jiang Yexue's nose and said, "You are a monster! Your mother said you want to take me instead. I think you have this ambition! You're too deep!! You just don't expect me to be good! Don't look forward to your brother!! You and your mother are just like each other!"
At the end of the quarrel, the whole house knew that both father and son had been saving each other for a long time, from quarrel to practice. But after all, Jiang Yexue was young and helpless, and was soon controlled by Yue Juntian.
The whip and staff were drawn down like the wind and rain, and the blood flowed.
Hearing the news, Yue Chenqing came and was shocked. He went to plead, "Dad, don't fight anymore, don't fight brother..."
"What do you know! What kind of person is his mother, and so is he!"
As he spoke, he whipped Jiang Yexue who stubbornly did not bow face down ——
"Stop it."
A flash of light came from a spiritual spell with great power. It spread a barrier in front of Jiang Yexue. Yue Juntian was caught off guard. His arm was sore and his whip was shaken off. He looked back in surprise and anger, and saw Murong Chuyi coming in from the door. He brushed the dust with his arms, twirled his fingers, and stared at himself coldly.
"Yue Juntian, have you had enough?"
"... You?" Yue Juntian's lips trembled. "You, you are helping this evil animal..."
Murong Chuyi picked up Jiang Yexue, turned his head and said. "He is my nephew."
"Give him another finger and see if I can make you feel better."
Because of the appearance of Murong Chuyi, things didn't make any more noise in the end.
In the quiet courtyard at night, they sat under the eaves and on the steps. The wound his hands wrapped by Murong Chuyi was deeper than the whip mark. It was caused by his father's spiritual force when he argued with Yue Juntian.
In the father and son quarrel, when the father unexpectedly took a divine weapon to deal with the son, this was simply unimaginable.
Murong Chuyi was silent and in a rare moment asked, "Is it still painful?"
Jiang Yexue didn't answer. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Before my mother left, she said that within twenty years, everything I have will become Chenqing's thing."
"..."
"But if I said I never thought about fighting Chenqing for her family, would you believe it?"
Murong Chuyi said, "I believe it."
Jiang Yexue didn't expect that he would answer so quickly. He didn't even hesitate for a moment. In fact, he didn't want to cry, but hearing Murong Chuyi say these words firmly, he suddenly felt so sad, so wronged, he immediately buried himself in his knees, sobbing.
He said he never wanted to fight for anything.
He said that he really didn't want to be the master of Yuefu. He didn't have this ambition.
He said that he had given everything I can. Why take away the only thing he couldn't give.
Murong Chuyi accompanied him, sighing softly at last and patted him on the shoulder.
At that time, Jiang Yexue's mental state was in disorder. So many years of depression had torn a vent. In fact, he was out of control. He looked up at Murong Chuyi and comforted him. His mood was like the surging tide. He didn't know how he thought, or at this moment, he didn't think of anything at all. When he responded, he bowed and kissed Murong Chuyi's lips.
It was just a light touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
But there seemed to be fireworks exploding in his brain.
Both of them had a blank mind.
Who knows how long it took for Murong Chuyi to recover from the extreme shock. He pushed him away as if stabbed by a scorpion. He got up in a hurry. There was no blood on his beautiful face.
"What are you doing --!!?"
Jiang Yexue saw Murong Chuyi's face and finally flashed back from his dizzy mind. His hands and feet were in disorder, his face was red, and he said hurriedly, "Chuyi, I..."
Murong Chuyi, however, retreated a few steps before Jiang Yexue tried to stand up and explain something, and stared at him in surprise and anger.
"I'm sorry, Uncle. I, I just I... "
The name of uncle stabbed Murong Chuyi more and more acutely. In his eyes, there was a sudden rain and a strong wind, which was extremely chaotic. Several times he pursed lips, but he thought it was ridiculous to open his mouth.
He had always been used to treating Jiang Yexue as an elder. Who knew that Jiang Yexue had such thoughts on him? He felt his clothes were cold and sweaty for a while.
But it wasn't dignified to ask him, who had just been forcibly kissed, to reprimand others. Murong Chuyi's face was green and white for a while. At last, he didn't wait for Jiang Yexue to speak again. He turned around and ran away.