Luo Yan Lone Star

(Two male protagonists + he + mutual favor + age + strength) Smiling fox with dark belly/gentle, strong and tough Xue Shen did not deny the prophecy. It wasn't until it got worse that he began to feel guilty. Everyone said that he admired Xiao Yu, the eldest son of Marquis Weiyi, and even picked up poems and books for him and passed the scientific examination. The storyteller told the tactful story in a touching and pathos way, which made the two parties involved feel sour. Xue Shen was extremely mean: "Yu Lang, I love you so much." Xiao Yu's expression remained unchanged: "Thank you very much." After many years, the grass has declined, the wind and rain have turned into a muddy swamp. Xue Shen spent the whole night digging in the heavy rain with his hands that held pen and ink. None of the sixteen corpses was his. A pair of cold and numb hands, with glaring blood stains, held the cracked jade. Everyone said that Xiao Yu was dead, but he didn't believe it. Have you ever heard of the Xue family who founded Beijing? In the past, Xue's mansion was so luxurious that even the lions in front of the gate were carved from jade. Brick by brick, wealth can rival the country. The great clans that had lasted for nearly a hundred years were all defeated overnight. The children of the clan should die, and those who are not dead should also die. Xiao Yu was stunned, and the man opposite smiled and picked the Zhu Ying on his crown. The young master Xue who died in the story even joked leisurely, "Yu Lang, the rumors about Yongnan are a little behind." Xiao Yu didn't understand his emotions, so he put down the money and asked him: "Are you leaving? If not, I'm leaving." Xue Shen slowed him down a step, looked at the figure walking away in the distance, and fanned the folding fan in his hand. His expression was as gentle as water, "Wait for me, Hao Yulang, wait for me."