Anecdotes About the Cold Palace Prince and the Enemy Prince

Warm and gentle prince attack × gentle, unyielding and restrained When Qin Shilan first met Shu Yuwen, he was really shocked by him. Because at that time, Shu Yuwen was tremblingly putting his thin neck on the rope loop. He was about to fall off and die as soon as his legs kicked off. He doesn't want to live anymore, he's had enough! He thought he was going to die neatly soon, but unexpectedly, he met the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. That man was gentle and warm, which warmed his miserable life for more than ten years. …… Shu Yuwen is a person that everyone in the palace can bully and dislike. As for why? Just blame him for being a little bastard. He was obviously born into the Northern Yan royal family, but he still carried the blood of the Yi Kingdom in the Central Plains; his mother-in-law, who was from the Yi Kingdom, gave birth to him only seven months after entering the palace. The Emperor of Beiyan felt that he was a shame and a stain, so he was thrown into a side palace as soon as he was born. From then on, he was ignored and left to fend for himself. Alien, questionable bloodline, lowly, and bastard, these words have always surrounded Shu Yuwen, from the time he was born to when his kidnapped mother-in-law finally passed away due to illness, to now... For more than ten years as a young boy, he suffered a lot. When the princes and princesses didn't get their way, they would take it out on him, with whips, sticks, soldering irons... They had everything. Most of the time, his life was worse than that of a little eunuch in the palace. No one knew that he was a master of disguise and bone-shrinking skills, and no one knew that he didn't want to be named Yan. He wanted to be named after his mother's name Shu, the "Shu" of Shu Xin, the general of the Yi Kingdom. Most of the time, he was silent, either planting a small vegetable garden that he relied on for a living, or sneaking away to the study to attend classes, and then being severely humiliated by a group of princes and princesses, and then crawling back with bruises all over his body. After his mother died, there were even fewer people who could talk to him. There were only two or three young eunuchs and maids-in-waiting. No, there were only one or two. There was only one missing in the past few years. So he could only remain silent, hugging his thin body and playing with the little things he had. His only courage was used on the way to the study to study secretly. After being whipped endlessly again, his life was like a bow string that was stretched to the extreme and finally broke under the load, leaving only a broken bow. Shu Yuwen carefully selected a tree that he liked the most, hung it on his belt, and took one last look at the world that made him miserable. He was about to leave quietly, but unexpectedly he met someone who was so gentle to him. Qin Shilan, as a hostage sent by the Yi Kingdom and also the brother of the Yi Kingdom's emperor, King Chen, happened to be placed near the side palace, and he happened to see the man who was about to commit suicide. That year was in the Mood for Love, and there was a gentle breeze under the mountain cherry trees. When I turned my head, I was astonished for years. Oh no! It's stunning, but unfortunately it's not decent. Qin Shilan frowned, looked up at him and asked, "What's going on?" Shu Yuwen said calmly: "Since..." Unfortunately, before "Jin" could be spoken, the whole person was hugged down. Qin Shilan raised her lips, gently stroked the dust on his clothes and said, "It's been a long time since I met someone who can talk. Why can't I just think about it? Don't leave, stay with me for a few days." Shu Yuwen touched the faint red mark on his neck and laughed at himself. He didn't know whether he was laughing at his own weakness or his own helplessness. I obviously have a desire to live, but I want to die. In short, Shu Yuwen was not dead. He was not dead now, and he did not hang himself again after a few days. Qin Shilan was extremely gentle and considerate towards him, pampering him and loving him, slowly melting his tired and cold heart. Shu Yuwen accepted all this at a loss at first, until he learned to take the initiative to treat his lover. Then one day, Shu Yuwen leaned in Qin Shilan's arms and asked: "Why... Why did you save me in the first place?" Qin Shilan kissed his cheek tenderly, slowly touched his waist with her hands, and said seemingly casually: "Yixiao is particularly suitable for me." As soon as I saw it, I suddenly fell in love with it. The red thread is the bond of life and death. The two people met, got acquainted, and fell in love in such a miserable situation... Then farewell. It was the end of the year and the cold autumn of that year, and the remaining flowers and vines inside the vermilion wall moved slowly, but they lingered sadly. When Qin Shilan left, Shu Yuwen was not even qualified to go out of the city to see him off. The first night, Qin Shilan cut off their hair and mixed them together, put them in two sachets respectively, and solemnly said to him: "We are husband and wife, and there is no doubt about our love. You wait for me to come back." Shu Yuwen smiled, and he understood that they would never see each other again in this life. He loved him very much. So he hates, he is angry, he is grief-stricken, he is heartbroken, and he... Is helpless... However, one day after a long, long time, Yi's army came to the city, and the commander was named Qin Shilan. After Shu Yuwen sent out the city defense plan with almost his life, he dragged his tired body and picked up the hay. Fires all over the sky burned away a remote and desolate palace. Shu Yuwen lay quietly on the bed and slowly closed his eyes... The firelight reflected his thin body, and the heat hit him, just like when he first met him. He hasn't been this warm in winter for a long time. So good... It will be sweet, it will be sweet⌯ᵔᗜᵔ⌯ಣ, please give me a little collection! Warm and gentle prince attack × gentle, unyielding and restrained Intention: Persistence is victory!