"I heard that if the birds are fed well, the birds will not fly away even if the cage door is opened." At that time, Lu Zhixing turned to look at Shen Yuexu, smiling, in the bright sunshine, with a look that Shen Yuexu would never dare to touch. He smiled and said, "Axu, do you think it's true?"
Shen Yuexu lowered his eyes and whispered: "No."
It doesn't need to be fed well, it just needs to be gentle, and he will never be willing to leave. Even if the indifference only worsens later, he will not be willing to let go.
That's all he could hope for.
Prince Qin, how can a secret guard touch him?
But everything in Prince Qin's Mansion is as easy as a dream.
The most cruel thing that gentle princess ever did was to hold Shen Yuexu's hand before she died and repeat over and over again: "You can't tell him... He can't know..."
Shen Yuexu agreed, and from then on, when Lu Zhixing looked at him, his eyes were no longer gentle.
How long can a secret guard live? How long can a secret guard survive after the King of Qin is rehabilitated and the prince returns to the capital?
As Shen Yuexu wielded his sword day after day, he thought numbly: Maybe his death day was coming soon.
"Axu, this is the last time." Lu Zhixing looked directly at him, his eyes calm.
Shen Yuexu stared at the thin sword, and what he saw in his eyes was not only the cold sword light, but also the dazzling blood.
Yes, for the last time.
When Lu Zhixing led people to find Shen Yuexu huddled in the darkness, he just sat in the corner and watched indifferently as the wounds on his body were bleeding, bit by bit, just like the joy that had gradually passed away over the years.
"Your Majesty, this is also the last time." Shen Yuexu smiled lightly, "I can only kill such a person again."
Intention: What has been lost is precious, and what is never returned will always be empty.