After Murong Huang passed away, Murong Chuyi became more and more taciturn. He often locked himself in the crafting room and the only person in the entire Yue Residence who could see him easily was Jiang Yexue.
During the mourning period, Murong Chuyi silently made many clay figurines and injected spiritual energy into them. He slowly adjusted them and made them imitate Murong Huang's mannerisms and actions as they walked around his small courtyard. Jiang Yexue understood his sadness and did not say much. He took the clay figurine's blueprint and made it accordingly.
However, he did not only make figurines that looked like Murong Huang. Some of the clay figurines that he made looked like Murong Chuyi, some looked like himself, and some even looked like the child that was just born, named Yue Chenqing.
Those noisy clay figurines walked around the small courtyard and made a racket, breaking the originally stifling atmosphere.
Murong Chuyi looked at him gloomily, "What are you trying to do? Are you looking for trouble? "
Jiang Yexue walked to his side and wanted to hold his hand, but in the end, he only held onto his sleeve, "Chuyi, you can't only live in Aunty Huang's shadow."
Murong Chuyi suddenly pulled back his sleeve and said stubbornly, "I didn't."
After saying that, he did not want to talk to Jiang Yexue anymore. He turned around and walked to the front of the Mecha Station alone. He looked at the broken pieces of clay figurines and slowly closed his eyes.
A gentle voice came from beside him. Something was gently tugging at his sleeves. She was unwilling to let him go. "Chu Yi, Chu Yi …"
"I said I didn't! Can you not — "
He turned around and found that the one who spoke was a small clay figurine. It looked like Jiang Yexue and was clumsily trying to cheer him up, "Don't be sad, don't be sad."
Murong Chuyi, "…"
"It will get better, it will get better."
Murong Chuyi stared at it silently. After a while, his eyes slowly turned red. He turned around and saw Jiang Yexue standing under the wide eaves of the house. Behind him was the lead-colored sky and the snow-like flowers. His white robe fluttered in the wind.
The two of them were separated by a distance and looked at each other. Murong Chuyi wanted to speak several times, but he stopped. In the end, he could only hatefully whisper, "… You made it too ugly."
Jiang Yexue laughed, as if some kind of restriction had been broken. he walked towards Murong Chuyi. After thinking for a moment, he gently hugged Murong Chuyi in a comforting manner.
"You're right." Jiang Yexue coaxed him gently. "Uncle, can you teach me how to pinch it?"
Murong Chuyi, "…"
Their relationship at that time was really the most comfortable. Jiang Yexue could control his sexual desires, and Murong Chuyi was also very close to him. In fact, Jiang Yexue often wondered if everything would have been different if he hadn't stopped the things that happened later.
In the Huantian Cave, Jiang Yexue raised his hand and grabbed Yue Chenqing's neck. It was cold to the touch, and it made people's hair stand on end, as if they were being bound by a snake.
Jiang Yexue leaned over and narrowed his eyes dangerously. He stared at Yue Chenqing and said, "Yue Chenqing, do you know that if it weren't for my help, you would have died in my mother's hands?"
Yue Chenqing shuddered.
Jiang Yexue's brown eyes were so close to him that it seemed as if there were lights and shadows that had disappeared many years ago.
— —
Not long after Murong Huang's death, Jiang Yexue took the wooden toys that Murong Chuyi had made for the child and planned to play with Yue Chenqing in the side room.
Although he knew that many people in the magistrate court had changed their attitude toward him because of Yue Chenqing's birth, he didn't have any hostility or malice toward the infant.
On the contrary, although Murong Chuyi pitied the child, he didn't take the initiative to look for him because of his pride. He only casually handed the carefully crafted toys to Jiang Yexue and asked him to send them to Yue Chenqing. After a long time, a small wooden man, a small wooden horse, a small wooden fish, a small rabbit with its ears erect … Murong Chuyi's scattered toys filled Yue Chenqing's cradle.
Jiang Yexue looked at the wooden squirrel in his hand and sighed helplessly. He thought that he should let Murong Chuyi come and see for himself. If he continued to send things like this, where would Yue Chenqing sleep?
He pondered all the way to Yue Chenqing's room. When he pushed the door open and entered, he heard a "clang" sound.
Jiang Yexue's nanny, who was taking care of Yue Chenqing, suddenly turned her head like a bird startled by the twang of a bow. The overturned medicine bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The medicine inside dripped onto the stone floor and made a strange hissing sound.
"Ye, Master Yexue!"
He immediately recognized that the medicine in the bowl was originally the Soul Destroying Poison. In shock and anger, he grabbed the panicked nanny and asked, "What's going on?! What are you doing?! "
The nanny was a greedy person who was afraid of death. She immediately kowtowed repeatedly and knelt on the ground to Jiang Yexue to tell him the truth. She said that Lady Xie forced her to pour the poison into Yue Chenqing's mouth when no one was paying attention. If she didn't do it, the whole family would die.
When Jiang Yexue heard his mother's actions, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. No matter what, he couldn't believe that his mother would actually be so cruel for power, so he brought his mother along to look for Madam Xie.
However, the result was that Lady Xie beat and scolded him hysterically.
"What do you have to blame me for? I'm clearing the obstacles for your future! You're a good-for-nothing who doesn't fight for anything! "
"What morality, what conscience … This is the law of the jungle. You're too naive, Yue Yexue! Do you know how I got to where I am today, step by step? You haven't struggled in the mud, so you don't know what it's like to be a slave! Just you wait, twenty years later … No, no, it won't take twenty years. Ten years later, you'll know that I'm doing all these cruel things for you! This is the Yue Mansion, not the home of some cat or dog. It's either you or him! Do you know?! "
"Yue Yexue, how did I give birth to such a soft-hearted bastard like you!"
At that time, he was sad and angry. "Mother, that's a human life! Why did you become like this … "
"If you can ask such a question, it means that you don't know what a noble family is! Yue Yexue, what I am today will be what you will be in the future! Just you wait! If you keep him, the things that belong to you will become his in the future. At that time … "The woman's shrill laughter seemed to come from that night many years ago. Her long nails scratching the bottom of a pot was terrifying." You'll regret stopping your mother today … "
"You'll regret it!"
You'll regret it …
This woman with red eyes that seemed to be crawling with cobwebs became crazier and crazier. In the end, she even spoke rudely to the Yue Juntian and insulted him in front of everyone, calling him a cruel and ungrateful person.
The result was self-evident.
The Yue Juntian originally doted on her because she was respectful and gentle. He could feel the infinite gentleness that he couldn't find in a noble woman.
Now that her gentleness had turned into a jar of jealousy, what else did he have to miss?
Madam Xie's favor withered overnight. When everyone saw that she had provoked Yue Jun's innate disdain, and that she would never rise again, they dispersed one after another. Even the medicine cultivators who treated her no longer tried their best.
Jiang Yexue saw all of this. After all, they were mother and son. As a son, how could he feel good when his mother went crazy? He went to her sickbed to take care of her and tried to get other medicine refiners to come in and treat her. However, as soon as the Lady Xie saw him, she hit and scolded him. She tore and bit him. She even almost used a pair of scissors to stab Jiang Yexue's throat.
She didn't acknowledge anyone and didn't listen to anyone. Not long after, the Lady Xie hanged herself from a beam.
When the servants found her corpse, she was dressed to the nines. Her head of black hair was adorned with the most expensive colourful pearls that she had ever obtained. Her arms and neck were adorned with dazzling gold bracelets, necklaces, bracelets and jewels. She was even wearing a colourful pheasant robe that only a Marquise could wear, which was something that she had stolen from Murong Huang's belongings.
She even wrote a suicide note. It was ridiculous. She suddenly thought that she was the female lead of this family and had a very high status and power …
This woman's ambition and dreams were left in this world in an extremely tragic and ridiculous way. Her suicide note made the Yue Juntian lose all sympathy for her. She was right about one thing. The Yue Juntian was a heartless and fickle person.
He ordered people to hastily attend to her funeral and didn't even look at her one last time. Her beautiful madame dress was changed into a white mourning dress. Her dazzling dream became a cold and unsightly monument.
Because of the Lady Xie's death note, she wrote "My son is the Young Master of the Yue Residence, Yue Yexue". It even wrote "My son will replace the Yue Juntian". Even though he knew it was crazy, the Yue Juntian still had a knot in his heart towards Jiang Yexue. His attitude affected the other members of the Yue Clan's attitude towards Jiang Yexue. The estrangement they once felt towards him became naked mockery and disdain overnight.
"The crazy woman's son."
"The mother and son are so ambitious. Hahahaha."
Jiang Yexue lost his family and was in a bad mood. He didn't want to interact with others. In addition, he had always been elegant and well-read. He was a gentleman who didn't want to get involved in a quagmire.
Therefore, he didn't say anything when he was wronged. When others thought that he and the Lady Xie were jackals of the same tribe, he didn't argue either.
What could he argue about? Could he tell others that he had stopped his mother from poisoning his younger brother in the past? No matter how cruel and vicious she was, she had treated him well in the past. Now that she was dead, he couldn't bear to put a stain on her coffin.
Forget it.
He swallowed all the bitterness alone.
However, the Lady Xie's curse was like a white banner, floating in front of his eyes with hidden bitterness. "Those things that originally belonged to you will become his sooner or later …"
"You will regret it …"
"The me today will be the you in the future. You just don't know what it means to be a noble family. "
Many times, he woke up with a start in the middle of the night, sweating profusely. He looked outside in a panic. Murong Chuyi was still focused on adjusting the wooden armor under the light.
He panted and lay back on the bed. Fortunately, at least Murong Chuyi still believed him. He didn't think that he was greedy for power and secretly hated Yue Chenqing. At least he could still stay in Murong Chuyi's courtyard. When he woke up, he could still see the person he loved by his side.
Because of these reasons, Jiang Yexue didn't harbor too much resentment.
When Yue Chenqing could speak, she would babble and drool as she smiled and reached out to him, calling him "Older Brother, Older Brother." From the bottom of his heart, he felt that this soft little life was very cute and deserved to be protected and cared for. He didn't want her to suffer the same pain as him.
In this way, Yue Chenqing gradually grew up.
Soon, she reached the age where she could go to the school to cultivate. Because he was Murong Huang's son and had the blood of the royal family, in order to curry favor with the emperor, the Yue Juntian gave the best things to Yue Chenqing and left all the opportunities to Yue Chenqing. She even took back some of the magic tools that she had given to Jiang Yexue in a roundabout way.
"Your younger brother lost his mother when he was young. He's very pitiful. As his older brother, you should give in to him."
"Your younger brother needs more care. You're very sensible. Don't fight with your younger brother."
"You've read many books since you were young. You should know what courtesy is."
Some of the shameless servants in the residence mocked him, "Young Master Yexue, you're a gentleman if you know how to be humble."
Master Song, who couldn't stand it, wanted to scold them, but Jiang Yexue stopped him. Jiang Yexue shook his head, "Forget it. Don't lower yourself to their level."
However, as the things around him were taken away bit by bit, a hole gradually formed in his heart. The hole grew bigger and bigger. Disappointment, fear, and resentment swirled in his heart.
Until one day, the Yue Juntian called him in front of him, "Yexue, you've cultivated with Chu Yi for so long. You've learned everything you need to learn. From now on, let Chenqing follow Chu Yi more."
Jiang Yexue was stunned, "What?"
"I'm saying that a child needs a good master to guide him. You're sensible. Clean up the house today and let your younger brother live there. He also likes to stick to Chu Yi. The two of you are indeed brothers. You're alike in every way. "
Jiang Yexue gradually recovered from his shock, but he didn't move.
His behavior surprised the Yue Juntian. The Yue Juntian was used to him agreeing to everything. Therefore, when he didn't immediately agree, he felt strange, "What's wrong with you?"
"Father." Jiang Yexue narrowed his eyes and suppressed his anger, "Am I not sensible enough?"
"…"
"What do you think I'm left with? Why don't you chase me out of this house? Wouldn't that be better for you? Wouldn't Chenqing think that there's a better place for him to play? "
The Yue Juntian had never been talked back to like this before. He couldn't help but feel angry. He slapped the table and said, "How dare you!"
"I'm not being presumptuous. You're going too far! What am I in your eyes?! "
"Yue Yexue!! How dare you speak such nonsense!! "
That day, Jiang Yexue and the Yue Juntian had a big argument. Jiang Yexue had a good temper and was an upright person, but he wasn't a coward. If he really got angry, the situation would get out of hand. The Yue Juntian was embarrassed and panted heavily. In the end, he pointed at Jiang Yexue's nose and scolded, "You're an evil creature! Your mother said that you want to replace me. I think you have this ambition! You're too good at pretending!! You just don't want me to be good! You don't want your younger brother to be good!! You're just like your mother!! "
In the end, the whole residence knew that the father and son had been thinking about each other for a long time. The argument eventually turned into a fight. However, Jiang Yexue was still young and had no help. He was quickly restrained by the Yue Juntian.
The whip was like a storm, and blood flowed everywhere.
Yue Chenqing heard the news and ran over. She was shocked and hurriedly pleaded, "Father, don't hit him anymore. Don't hit brother …"
"What do you know! He's the same as his mother! "
As he spoke, the whip was about to hit Jiang Yexue's stubborn face again.
"Stop."
A ray of light flashed. It was a talisman full of spiritual power. It opened a barrier in front of Jiang Yexue. The Yue Juntian was caught off guard. His arm ached and the whip slipped out of his hand. He was shocked and angry. He turned around and saw Murong Chuyi walk in. He held a horsetail whisk in his arm and formed a seal with his fingers. He stared at him coldly.
"Yue Juntian, have you had enough?!"
"… You?" The Yue Juntian's lips trembled. "You, you're actually helping this evil creature …"
Murong Chuyi helped Jiang Yexue up. He turned around and said coldly, "He's my nephew."
"Don't you dare lay a finger on him again. Let's see if I'll let you off easily."
Because of Murong Chuyi's intervention, the matter didn't get out of hand.
It was late at night. The two of them sat under the eaves and on the steps in the courtyard. Murong Chuyi bandaged the wound on his hand. The wound was deeper than the whip mark. It was caused by his father's Divine Martial Skill when he fought with the Yue Juntian.
When father and son quarreled, the father actually used the Divine Martial Technique to deal with his son. This was simply inconceivable.
Murong Chuyi was silent. It was rare for him to ask, "Does it still hurt?"
Jiang Yexue didn't answer. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Before my mother left, she said that in less than twenty years, everything I have will become Chenqing's."
"… …"
"But if I said that I never wanted to fight with Chenqing for the Yue Clan, would you believe me?"
Murong Chuyi said, "I believe you."
Jiang Yexue didn't expect him to answer so quickly. He didn't even hesitate for a moment. Actually, he didn't want to cry. But when he heard Murong Chuyi say those two words so firmly, he suddenly felt so sad and wronged. He buried his head in his knees and sobbed.
He said that he never wanted to fight for anything.
He said that he never wanted to be the Master of the Yue Clan. He didn't have the ambition.
He said that he had already given everything he could. Why would he want to take away the only thing he couldn't give away?
Murong Chuyi stayed by his side. In the end, he sighed softly and patted his shoulder.
At that time, Jiang Yexue's mind was also in a mess. After so many years of suppression, he had actually lost control. He looked up at Murong Chuyi comforting him. The emotions in his heart were like a surging tide. He didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe at that moment, he wasn't thinking at all. By the time he reacted, he was already leaning against Murong Chuyi. He lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.
It was just a light touch, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.
But it was as if fireworks had exploded in his head.
Both of their minds instantly went blank.
After a long time, Murong Chuyi finally recovered from his extreme shock. He pushed him away as if he was being stung by a scorpion. He suddenly stood up. His handsome face was completely pale.
"What are you doing?!!"
When Jiang Yexue saw Murong Chuyi's face, his dizzy mind finally became clear again. He was flustered. His face turned red. He hurriedly said, "Chuyi, I …"
Before Jiang Yexue could stand up to explain, Murong Chuyi suddenly retreated a few steps. He stared at him in shock and anger.
"Little Uncle, I'm sorry. I, I just … I …"
The word 'Little Uncle' pierced Murong Chuyi. His eyes were stormy and extremely confused. He pursed his lips several times. He wanted to say something, but he felt that it was too absurd. He had always been used to treating Jiang Yexue as an elder. Who knew that Jiang Yexue would have such thoughts about him? He suddenly felt his back turn cold and he broke out in a cold sweat.
But if he were to reprimand someone who had just been forcefully kissed, he really didn't have any dignity. Murong Chuyi's face turned green and white. In the end, he didn't wait for Jiang Yexue to say anything. He flicked his sleeves, turned around, and ran away.
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