After Being Comatose, He Was Picked up and Brought Home by Enemy Hostages.

[Hide your power, bide your time, the troubled prince × endure and restrain the enemy's protons] The first time Chu Yan saw Pei Yuchuan was after he woke up from falling into a coma after falling off a cliff. The man has broad shoulders and narrow waist. He is dressed in coarse linen clothes stained with grass clippings in the forest. A piece of gray-brown animal skin is casually wrapped around his shoulders to protect him from the wind. His whole body is soaked in the refreshing scent of mountains and wild vegetation. He reaches out to fish him back from the gate of hell. He wrapped himself tightly in the waistcoat of the "escaped scholar" and learned to make a fire to cook. He awkwardly tried to share something with this savior. However, when he huddled up in the cold night, the man handed him an old jacket with body temperature. He heard him say in a low voice: "Put it on, don't freeze." The day Pei Yuchuan picked up Chu Yan was a misty morning. The young man had delicate features, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, his forehead was bruised, and bright red blood scabs were stuck in his hair. The originally luxurious brocade clothes were torn into tatters, stained with mud and grass clippings, and had been scratched into disarray by the thorns on the cliff. He just huddled in the withered grass at the bottom of the cliff, his eyes closed, his breath weak, and he fell into a coma. He carried the prey up and down the mountain, roasted the best meat until it was fragrant and handed it to the boy; at night he guarded his bleeding wound and listened to him murmuring words that no one could understand in his sleep. The years are quiet in the deep mountains, and idle clouds fill the corners of the mountains. Chu Yan was so immersed in this peaceful time that he almost forgot that he was the prince of the Yan Dynasty. He just wanted to spend the rest of his life guarding the wooden house with the man next to him. They all thought that life would go on like this—— Watching the sweet-scented osmanthus falling all over the small courtyard, listening to Xuezi knocking on the window lattice, sitting next to each other in front of the fire and eating a sweet potato that was roasted to a crisp and fragrant with honey. Under the oil lamp, one of them lowered his head to read a book, while the other slowly wiped his bow and arrows. Until that day, the pursuers of the Imperial City surrounded the gate of the wooden house. Chu Yan looked at the chaotic figures outside the courtyard and did not dodge anymore. He raised his eyes to look at the person beside him and said in a trembling voice: "I am the seventh prince of Dayan, and I am the person they want to arrest." The moment their eyes met, there was a silent hesitation in the air. Pei Yuchuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he stretched out his hand to grasp his cold wrist. The strength of his fingertips was unmistakable: "I don't blame you." He did not mention the identity he had hidden for many years, nor did he mention the shocking glimpse at the corner of the palace wall when he was young. He only said word by word, "I will protect you through swords, mountains, and seas of fire." Chu Yan's eyes were filled with redness, and his heart ached with soreness. But he saw Pei Yuchuan suddenly let go of his hand, turned around and took out the sword leaning on the corner. The scabbard made a clear sound when it hit the bluestone. He turned around and pushed Chu Yan towards the ajar door in the backyard. His brows were furrowed and his tone was unmistakable: "Don't be stunned! Run from here, follow the mountain road into the dense forest, and run as far as possible!" He pushed Chu Yan hard behind the door, and his voice suddenly dropped, with a hint of coldness, "Remember, don't look back, and don't look for me again!" Before he finished speaking, the man had already raised his sword and strode out of the courtyard. Wearing a plain white gown, he rushed into the black iron armor formation, like falling snow and cold iron, piercing people's eyes in the sky. The sharp sound of the long sword breaking through the wind was his unspoken confession - I have survived these years in the mountains, and I have no regrets. Later, the flames of war burned across the mountains and rivers. Chu Yan was wearing armor and standing on the city tower, looking at the silver-armored figure with a spear in front of the enemy's formation. Thousands of horses galloped, and the man raised his voice and shouted—— "New Emperor Dayan, listen! This battle is not to capture the city, but to take my people home!" Downstairs, Chu Yan looked at him and suddenly smiled. He raised his hand and slowly made a mouth shape towards the figure. --I love you. Intention: Find the passion for life in ordinary fireworks