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　　皇城百裡外有座山，山間綠水環繞，因是冬季，山下稻田一片荒蕪。季家祖墳便在這山腳。
　　季玖稱替父親守孝三年，搬離了將軍府，獨居在山腳一隅簡陋小院裡。身旁只有沈玨一人看護，替他擋下了所有前來探望的人。
　　他也甚少出行，鎮日閉門不出，沒有人知道他在做什麼。連皇帝在朝堂上也不提他，仿佛刻意要將這個人從朝中抹去。
　　
　　陳老相國被革爵，陳家已經沒落，只剩季家一家獨大，而今季老將軍一走，季玖又守孝不見客，皇帝的態度也是耐人尋味，看起來季家大樹已有敗落之態。朝堂中原本兩棵大樹一顆已經傾倒，另一顆也呈敗勢，一時間誰也看不懂皇帝想要做什麼，只好人人自危，草木皆伏。
　　
　　朝堂之外，季玖每日去父親墳前拜祭一番，回屋後終日與書為伴，左右有沈玨侍候，倒是安然。沈玨每天陪在他身邊，看著日出日落，終日交談不過隻言片語，卻也看不出厭煩。仿佛無論怎樣的生活，都可以坦然應對，又頗有幾分隨遇而安之感。因他這份性子，季玖對他益發倚重，處理事務時也不避開他，甚至有時，會與他談論起前世的事。卻也所聊不深，季玖終是不願意讓他將自己當成沈清軒。
　　儘管在心裡，季玖願意當他爹爹。
　　
　　飯後，沈玨收拾著桌上碗碟，季玖漱了口，在院中閒逛片刻回屋，倚在窗邊看書。沈玨做完事，坐在窗底下，倚著欄柱曬太陽。兩人之間只隔著一扇打開的窗戶。季玖一邊看著書，一邊低聲說話，仿佛說給自己聽，又像是說給窗外的沈玨聽。沈玨且聽且答，這是一個再尋常不過的下午。
　　談話卻突然止住，沈玨歪過頭，耳朵沖著院門聽了一會，道：“爹，宮裡來人了。”
　　季玖“嗯”一聲，眼皮都懶得抬，道：“打發走。”
　　“宮裡也打發嗎？”沈玨又問了一遍。
　　“找我的就打發走，”季玖這才抬起眼來，似乎是笑著，又似乎不是，說：“找你的，你自己決定。”
　　沈玨本來想問皇宮裡那人找我作甚，猛地一停，想起自己兩年前似乎與皇帝有些“故事”，便噤聲了。略等片刻，那腳步聲快到門口了，才對季玖說：“爹，應該不會是找我的。”
　　季玖說：“未必。”模棱兩可的詞，用的卻是確鑿的語氣。翻了一頁書，季玖補了一句：“我比你瞭解他。”
　　院門此時被叩響，沈玨半信半疑的過去開門。
　　
　　季玖老神在在的等著，直到沈玨回來，臉上有些怪異的向他請辭，季玖說：“去吧。”
　　沈玨就要走，身後季玖又淡淡地補了一句：“好自為之。”
　　沈玨停下步伐，折身回來，在季玖面前站定，嚴肅問：“爹，你覺得我去還是不去？”
　　季玖說：“你覺得你去，還是不去？”
　　沈玨被這反手一擊，堵得咽住，說不出話來。半晌，才說：“我不討厭他。”
　　季玖放下書，卻問了一個與此無關的問題：“為何不去修仙？”
　　“放不下，就不修。”沈玨卻回得很快，“否則會走火入魔。”
　　“放不下什麼？”季玖又問。
　　沈玨道：“放不下快活。”
　　“快活嗎？”季玖聞言一愣，隨即問道：“你這一天天虛耗光陰陪著我在這功名利祿裡輾轉，有何快活。”
　　“就是這樣虛耗光陰，我也覺得快活，放不下。所以不修煉。”沈玨笑了一下，露出兩顆虎牙：“爹是覺得人生苦短，成仙就是超脫，所以才擔心我陷進去嗎？我卻覺得，成仙太漫長，守著日升月落無事可做，不如短暫的快活時光。爹爹，這種事，如人飲水罷。”也不過是個冷暖自知。
　　季玖緘默片刻，揮手道：“你去吧。”沈玨又走，走了兩步，便聽見季玖在身後說：“他那人，多疑而善變，這些年無人敢約束，越發狠辣慣了。卻從未出錯，是真正的天子。你當知道，帝王寡情。”
　　
　　沈玨點點頭，“孩兒知道。”
　　季玖垂下眼，望著窗下鋪灑的陽光，燦爛至刺眼的地步，繼續說道：“傳野獸中唯狼窮其一生，只唯一伴侶，終身不棄。若你也要等他沒了，再尋個幾生幾世，便不要去了。”
　　沈玨在那處站了片刻，道：“若有那一天，孩兒便自毀道行，去飲了孟婆湯重新轉世，再不為其苦。”說完不等季玖反應，邁步離去。
　　
　　季玖怔在當場，若石塑若木雕，渾身上下，因這一句話而動彈不得。
　　那麼決絕，那麼乾脆。不惜自毀。這便是妖唯一的選擇。
　　人與妖，一開始便不該見，也就不相戀。否則怎麼走，都是一場殊途。
　　
　　良久，季玖才轉過神，呆呆望著窗外景物，不自覺的伸手取出胸前的掛珠，摩挲片刻，終是問了一句：“你在哪？”
　　音量極低，輕聲發問，若微風拂耳。兩年光陰，這蛇醒來後便消失離去，沒有一句招呼，也沒有與他相見，消失得無影無蹤，仿佛從來不曾出現過。
　　那麼……在哪？
　　是不是也毀了道行，飲了孟婆湯，轉世投胎，再不為其苦？
　　是不是，也傷到無法自贖，只好決絕別離？
　　季玖想，不會。他那麼壞的性子，哪裡能幹出這樣蠢的事來。心裡生起一絲惶恐，季玖不安的攥緊了紅珠。
　　
　　血色珠子在他指縫裡微閃了一下，緊接著風聲乍起，季玖鬆開手，望見窗外槐樹下的陰影處顯出一道身影，寬袍大袖，黑髮披散，負手而立。
　　仿佛一直都在。
　　季玖“啊”了一聲，短促而慌亂，神情卻放鬆許多，望著他，開口卻又不知該說些什麼。
　　伊墨卻說：“我沒走。”說著，便走近了，隔著一扇窗戶，從外朝內看，仿佛早知他心中所想，道：“沈玨是狼也是人，他也不過百年道行，就是毀了也無甚干係，至多成為凡人。我若自毀道行，便是山林中一條普通長蛇，不懂人語不識人心，與禽獸無異。”略頓，笑道：“也許為猛禽所食。”
　　季玖臉上白了三分，朝他砸了手中書冊，道：“閉嘴。”
　　伊墨接過他砸來的書冊，問：“怕了？”
　　季玖撇開臉，冷哼一聲道：“你要自毀道行，也等我死了再毀，省得叫我背上債，日夜不得安生。”
　　伊墨將書冊隔窗遞到他眼前，不露喜怒地評了一句：“口是心非。”
　　季玖一副全沒聽見的表情，等伊墨又湊近了一分，才淡淡道：“是實話。”
　　是實話。所以這次，伊墨也沒有話回他。
　　
　　與先前的沈玨一樣，伊墨坐在了窗下，倚著廊柱，在陽光中眯上了眼。季玖低頭看著書，偶爾瞟過去一眼，又很快收回來，裝作沒有那人，看得極其“認真”。
　　“認真”翻書的間隙，季玖開口道：“這兩年你去了哪裡？”
　　伊墨閉著眼，曬著陽光懶洋洋的道：“在睡覺。”
　　“三個月沒睡夠嗎？醒了還要找地方繼續睡？”季玖不信。
　　“你有自己的事要做，我不睡覺作甚？”伊墨反問。
　　季玖沉悶的翻著書，翻了十幾頁，才接著道：“我以為你回山修煉了。”
　　“你以為我去他埋骨之地陪白骨了。”伊墨說，正正經經的。
　　季玖嗤了一聲，“你去陪誰與我何干？就是陪著他一同化為白骨，也是你願意。我管不著。”
　　“你想管？”伊墨坐直身體，仰著頭透過窗戶望著他，“想不想？”調子是正經嚴肅的，卻捎著一抹說不出的曖昧，宛如情人間的頑話。
　　
　　季玖又翻了幾頁書，眼看著實在是無法繼續靜下心，索性將書冊扔到一旁，正眼看他，卻不理先前的話茬，只道：“沈玨去見皇上了。”
　　伊墨知他不願意說這個話題，也就遂了他的心願，道：“去便去吧。”挑起眉來，又補一句：“他不會吃虧。”
　　季玖琢磨著“不吃虧”的意思，頃刻就領會過來，還是有些不信。皇帝到底是九五之尊，雖好男風，也是不容他人犯上的，皇帝又怎麼能容忍他忤逆？
　　正想著，伊墨道：“各有其命，想也枉然。”
　　一切不過是命。就是沈玨遭罪，也合該他有此一劫。一百多年的經歷，狼小子雖不言不語，卻也有些眼高於頂，尋常人，他看不上。
　　所以這一百多年，在紅塵遊歷，伊墨也未見他對誰起過念頭。如今，也差不多是時候了。既然遇到了，便躲不掉。
　　就是皇帝今天不召他進宮，來日沈玨自己也會去找他。
　　為這種事費心，實在是無用。不若冷眼旁觀，需要插手時再去幫襯。
　　其實對沈玨，伊墨放心得很。那人是沈清軒一手教出來的，要什麼謀什麼，結果是什麼，一向清醒自持。不會出大亂子。
　　就是出了亂子，伊墨也覺得，自己還能護得住。就隨他盡興去吧。
　　
　　季玖聽了這話，也就不再多言。
　　伊墨重新倚回欄柱，曬著暖洋洋的陽光，重歸寧謐。
　　
　　到了晚間，沈玨還不曾歸來，季玖等了又等，夜深了，也就掐滅了那一絲僥倖。解了衣帶上榻，躺在床上想起與他首次相見，背著包袱，持著劍，與伍長不溫不火的爭執場景，仿佛還是昨天。一轉眼，卻已經三年了。
　　周邊人事，三年光陰已經損耗的已經面目全非。死去的，活著的，除了沈玨，他身邊一個人都沒有。
　　隱在這山莊裡，等著出征的皇諭。那時，連他自己也該沒有了。
　　
　　伊墨掀起床幃，翻身覆在他身上，季玖在黑暗裡睜開眼，四目相對，各自都是晶亮亮的眸子。
　　時隔兩年又被重新壓住，季玖也不惱，只異常兇狠的口氣，要脅了一句：“你敢！”
　　伊墨倒不是不敢，卻也不想逼迫他，況且他答應過小寶，不逼迫季玖的。頓了一下，低頭在他臉上親了親，翻身躺倒一側去了。
　　身上重量消失，季玖松了口氣，對躺在身側的人也不表態，只重新閉上眼，卷了卷被子就要睡。
　　那手卻穩穩的，穿過棉被縫隙，摟住了他的腰。
　　
　　季玖僵了一下，又放鬆了，眼也不睜，淡淡道：“你要的東西，我沒有。”
　　握在他腰際的手掐了一下，伊墨揭開被子，進了他的被窩裡，問：“沒有什麼？”
　　季玖還是不動，自說自話般道：“我雖不是沈清軒，到底是他轉世，這筆帳你要算在我頭上，我無話可說。”只是他當不了沈清軒，做不到與他日夜相好，更不能為他捨棄家業，眼睜睜望著死去的祖宗為他臉上蒙羞，將這麼多年的心血化為齏粉。
　　這一切，他都做不到。他是季玖，只能是季玖，也只能當季玖。
　　無路可走的季玖。
　　“只是我當不成沈清軒。做不到的事，別逼我。”
　　“你要願意就這般抱著一個不願意回應的人，你便抱著。我也不是吝嗇的人，你尋了一百多年，這點東西，我還是能給的。”
　　“再多的，就不能了。”
　　季玖說。到底頭一回，對他說實話。曾經的憤恨可以放下，雖然不曾被抹去，但也放下無妨。對尋了他這麼多年的蛇妖，他願意給出自己的憐惜，雖然無關情愛。
　　所以，要抱著，便抱著吧。沈玨說，逢夏日，沈清軒便要那人冰涼身子摟得緊緊的。逢冬日，便將那人的原形摟在心口上。
　　這一點往日的依戀，即使不在自己的記憶裡，季玖也不吝給他。
　　誰讓他是沈清軒的轉世。尋來了，就躲不掉。
　　
　　伊墨卻道：“說來說去，你只是不想與我交歡。”撫摸著手下身子，又道：“你要不想，就不做。”說著便罷了手，將人抱進自己身前，一動不動地摟著，再無逾矩之舉。
　　
　　季玖也不掙扎，躺了片刻，仿佛夢囈般輕語一句：“倒是醉了的蛇樣，還討喜些。”也不會這樣胡說八道，活人能叫他氣死。
　　
　　伊墨聞言深深覺得小寶太多事。
　　他就是醉了，誰又敢拿他怎麼樣？偏要把他裝在箱子裡運回來，還叫這人瞅著一條醉蛇，也不知都幹了些什麼事。
　　將季玖的身子往懷裡緊了緊，伊墨湊近他耳畔低聲問：“喜歡我原身，是因為一條蛇，不能與你歡好，是不是？”
　　季玖直接伸出手，擒住伊墨肩頭，一把推開，險些將他推到床底下去。伊墨及時扯住他的手，兩人便糾纏在一處，季玖懶得與他廢話，上手便是狠辣招式，幾回鎖住了伊墨頸項，幾乎要碎了他的喉骨。
　　
　　最後伊墨扣住他的後頸，低頭便吻上去，季玖猝不及防他會突然這般，被堵住了唇，一時也沒有反應過來，便張著口，讓他親了個心滿意足。
　　唇分開時，季玖有些喘，卻也沒繼續揍他，伊墨又低頭，伸出舌來，在他唇角舔了舔，將濕潤的水跡又鋪開些，才躺回枕上，道貌岸然地道：“別鬧了。”
　　到底是誰在鬧？！
　　季玖躺在一旁，真心想回到前世，挖了沈清軒的眼珠子，用鞋底碾個稀泥才好。
　　到底要長了怎樣的眼睛，才會看上這樣的壞東西！

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There is a mountain a hundred miles away from the imperial city, surrounded by green water. Because it is winter, the rice fields at the foot of the mountain are barren. The Ji family’s ancestral tomb is at the foot of this mountain.

Ji Jiu said that he had been mourning for his father for three years, and moved out of the general’s mansion, living alone in a simple courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Only Shen Jue was by his side to take care of him and block all the visitors who came to visit him.

He rarely traveled and stayed indoors all day long. No one knew what he was doing. Even the emperor did not mention him in court, as if he wanted to erase this person from the court.

The old Prime Minister Chen was dismissed from his title , the Chen family has fallen, and only the Ji family is left. Now that General Ji has left, Ji Jiu is in mourning and not seeing guests. The emperor’s attitude is also intriguing. It seems that the Ji family tree has already fallen. There were originally two big trees in the court, one of which has already fallen, and the other is also in a state of decline. For a while, no one could understand what the emperor wanted to do, so everyone had to be in danger, and all the grass and trees were crouching.

Outside the court, Ji Jiu went to his father’s grave to pay homage every day. After returning to the house, he spent the whole day with books. With Shen Jue serving him, he felt safe. Shen Jue stayed with him every day, watching the sunrise and sunset. They only talked a few words all day, but he didn’t seem bored. It seemed that no matter what kind of life he was in, he could deal with it calmly, and he had a sense of taking things as they come. Because of his personality, Ji Jiu relied on him more and more, and did not avoid him when handling affairs. Sometimes, he would even talk to him about things in his previous life. But they didn’t talk deeply. Ji Jiu didn’t want him to think of him as Shen Qingxuan.

Although in his heart, Ji Jiu is willing to be his father.

After dinner, Shen Jue cleared the dishes on the table. Ji Jiu rinsed his mouth, strolled in the yard for a while, and went back to the house, leaning against the window to read. After Shen Jue finished his work, he sat under the window, leaning against the railing to bask in the sun. There was only an open window between the two of them. Ji Jiu was reading a book while talking in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself, or to Shen Jue outside the window. Shen Jue listened and answered . This was an ordinary afternoon.

The conversation suddenly stopped. Shen Jue tilted his head, listened at the gate for a while, and said, “Dad, someone is coming from the palace."

Ji Jiu hummed, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and said, “Send him away."

“Will they be sent away from the palace as well?" Shen Jue asked again.

“Send away those who are looking for me," Ji Jiu raised his eyes, as if smiling, but not, and said, “Those who are looking for you, you decide for yourself."

Shen Jue wanted to ask why the man in the palace wanted to see him, but suddenly stopped, remembering that he seemed to have some “story" with the emperor two years ago, so he kept silent. After waiting for a while, the footsteps were almost at the door, and then he said to Ji Jiu: “Dad, it shouldn’t be for me."

Ji Jiu said, “Not necessarily." The ambiguous words were used in a firm tone. Turning a page, Ji Jiu added, “I know him better than you do."

There was a knock on the gate at this moment, and Shen Jue went to open it doubtfully.

Ji Jiu waited calmly until Shen Jue came back and asked for his leave with a strange look on his face. Ji Jiu said, “Go ahead."

Shen Jue was about to leave when Ji Jiu added calmly, “Take care of yourself."

Shen Jue stopped, turned back, stood in front of Ji Jiu, and asked seriously: “Dad, do you think I should go or not?"

Ji Jiu said: “Do you think you should go or not?"

Shen Jue was choked by this backhand attack and couldn’t speak. After a long while, he said, “I don’t hate him."

Ji Jiu put down the book, but asked an unrelated question: “Why don’t you practice Taoism?"

“If you can’t let it go, then don’t practice." Shen Jue replied quickly, “Otherwise you will go astray."

“What can’t you let go of?" Ji Jiu asked again.

Shen Jue said: “I can’t let go of happiness."

“Are you happy?" Ji Jiu was stunned when he heard that, and then asked, “You waste your time every day accompanying me in this pursuit of fame and fortune, how can you be happy?"

“I feel happy and can’t let go of wasting time like this. That’s why I don’t practice." Shen Jue smiled, revealing his two fangs: “Dad, do you think life is short and becoming an immortal means transcendence, so you are worried that I will fall into it? But I think that the process of becoming an immortal is too long. Watching the sun rise and the moon set with nothing to do is not as good as a short period of happy time. Dad, this kind of thing is like drinking water." He only knows his own warmth and coldness.

Ji Jiu was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and said, “Go ahead." Shen Jue walked again. After two steps, he heard Ji Jiu say behind him, “He is suspicious and fickle. No one has dared to restrain him over the years, so he has become more and more ruthless. But he has never made a mistake. He is a true emperor. You should know that emperors are unemotional."

Shen Jue nodded, “I know."

Ji Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at the sunlight spreading under the window, which was so bright that it was blinding. He continued, “It is said that among wild animals, only wolves spend their entire lives with only one partner and never abandon it. If you also want to wait until he is gone and then look for him for several lifetimes , then don’t go."

Shen Jue stood there for a moment and said, “If that day comes, I will destroy my own cultivation, drink Meng Po soup, and reincarnate again, and never suffer for her again." After saying that, he walked away without waiting for Ji Jiu’s reaction.

Ji Jiu was stunned on the spot, like a stone statue or a wooden sculpture, unable to move his whole body because of these words.

So resolute, so straightforward. Not hesitating to self-destruct. This was the only choice for the demon .

Humans and demons should not have met in the beginning, nor should they have fallen in love. Otherwise, no matter how they go, they will have different paths.

After a long time, Ji Jiu came to his senses and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window. He unconsciously reached out and took out the beads on his chest, rubbed them for a while, and finally asked, “Where are you?"

The voice was very low, and the question was asked softly, like a breeze brushing against the ear. Two years later, the snake disappeared after waking up, without a greeting or meeting him. It disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

So… where?

Did his Taoism also get ruined, and after drinking Meng Po’s soup , he was reincarnated and no longer suffered?

Is it that you are so hurt that you cannot redeem yourself and have to break up?

Ji Jiu thought, no. With such a bad temper, how could he do such a stupid thing? Feeling a little panic in his heart, Ji Jiu clenched the red beads nervously.

The blood-colored bead flashed slightly between his fingers, and then the sound of wind blew. Ji Jiu loosened his hand and saw a figure emerging from the shadow under the locust tree outside the window. The figure was wearing a wide robe with large sleeves, with loose black hair, and standing with his hands behind his back.

As if it had always been there.

Ji Jiu uttered “ah", short and flustered, but his expression was much more relaxed. He looked at him, but didn’t know what to say.

Yi Mo said, “I didn’t leave." As he spoke, he walked closer, and looked in through a window, as if he knew what he was thinking, and said, “Shen Jue is a wolf and a human. He has only a hundred years of Taoism. Even if he destroys it, it doesn’t matter. At most, he will become a mortal. If I destroy my Taoism, I will be an ordinary long snake in the mountains, unable to understand human language and human hearts, no different from animals." After a pause, he smiled and said, “Maybe I will be eaten by birds of prey."

Ji Jiu’s face turned pale, and he threw the book in his hand at him and said, “Shut up."

Yi Mo took the book he threw at him and asked, “Are you scared?"

Ji Jiu turned his face away and snorted coldly, “If you want to destroy your own cultivation, wait until I’m dead before destroying it, so that I won’t be burdened with debt and have troubles day and night."

Yi Mo passed the book to him through the window and commented without showing any emotion: “You say one thing and mean another."

Ji Jiu looked as if he hadn’t heard anything. When Yi Mo came closer, he said calmly, “It’s the truth."

It was the truth. So this time, Yi Mo had nothing to say to him .

Like Shen Jue before, Yi Mo sat under the window, leaning against the pillar, squinting in the sunlight . Ji Jiu lowered his head to read a book, occasionally glancing over, then quickly retracting his gaze, pretending that there was no one there, reading very “seriously".

While flipping through the book “carefully", Ji Jiu asked, “Where have you been in the past two years?"

Yi Mo closed his eyes, basking in the sun and said lazily, “I’m sleeping."

“Haven’t you gotten enough sleep in three months? Do you have to find a place to continue sleeping after waking up?" Ji Jiu didn’t believe it.

“You have your own things to do, why shouldn’t I sleep?" Yi Mo asked back.

Ji Jiu flipped through the book dully, and after turning over a dozen pages, he continued: “I thought you went back to the mountain to practice."

“Do you think I’m going to his burial place to accompany his bones?" Yi Mo said seriously.

Ji Jiu sneered, “Who you go with is none of my business. Even if you want to turn into bones with him, it’s your wish. I don’t care."

“Do you want to care?" Yi Mo sat up straight, tilted his head and looked at him through the window, “Do you want to?" His tone was serious, but with an indescribable ambiguity, just like the playful talk between lovers.

Ji Jiu flipped through a few more pages of the book, and seeing that he couldn’t calm down any longer, he simply threw the book aside and looked at him straight in the eye, but ignored what he had said before and just said, “Shen Jue went to see the emperor."

Yi Mo knew that he didn’t want to talk about this topic, so he fulfilled his wish and said, “Go ahead." He raised his eyebrows and added, “He won’t suffer any loss."

Ji Jiu pondered the meaning of “not suffering a loss" and understood it in an instant, but he still didn’t believe it. After all, the emperor was the supreme ruler. Even though he liked men, he would not allow others to offend him. How could the emperor tolerate his disobedience?

Just as he was thinking about it, Yi Mo said, “Everyone has his own destiny. It’s useless to think about it."

Everything is just fate. Even if Shen Jue suffers, he deserves this disaster. After more than a hundred years of experience, although the wolf boy is silent, he is a little arrogant. He looks down on ordinary people.

So in the past one hundred years, Yi Mo had never seen him have any thoughts about anyone. Now, it was almost time. Since he had met her, he could not avoid her.

Even if the emperor didn’t summon him to the palace today, Shen Jue would go find him himself in the future.

It is useless to worry about such things. It is better to just watch from the sidelines and help when needed.

In fact, Yi Mo was very confident about Shen Jue. That person was taught by Shen Qingxuan. He always knew what he wanted and what he got. He was always sober and self-sustaining . There would be no big trouble.

Even if there was trouble, Yi Mo felt that he could still protect it. So let him have his fun.

After hearing this, Ji Jiu said no more.

Yi Mo leaned back against the railing , basking in the warm sunshine and returning to peace .

By the evening, Shen Jue had not returned yet. Ji Jiu waited and waited, and as the night went on, he gave up the glimmer of hope. He untied his belt and went to bed. Lying on the bed, he recalled the first time he met him, the scene of him carrying a bag, holding a sword, and arguing with the sergeant in a lukewarm manner, as if it was just yesterday. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

The people around him had changed beyond all recognition in the past three years. Dead or alive, except for Shen Jue, there was no one around him.

Hiding in this mountain villa, waiting for the imperial decree to go to war , by then, even he himself would be gone.

Yi Mo lifted the bed curtain and turned over to cover him. Ji Jiu opened his eyes in the darkness and their eyes met, each with bright eyes.

After two years, he was suppressed again. Ji Jiu was not angry. He just threatened in an extremely fierce tone: “You dare!"

It’s not that Yi Mo didn’t dare, but he didn’t want to force him, and he promised Xiao Bao that he wouldn’t force Ji Jiu. After a pause, he lowered his head and kissed him on the face, then turned over and lay on his side.

Ji Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when the weight on his body disappeared. He didn’t say anything to the person lying next to him. He just closed his eyes again, rolled up the quilt and went to sleep.

But the hand was steady, reaching through the gap in the quilt and wrapping its arms around his waist.

Ji Jiu froze for a moment, then relaxed again, without even opening his eyes, and said calmly: “I don’t have what you want."

The hand holding his waist pinched him, Yi Mo lifted the quilt, got into his bed, and asked, “Nothing?"

Ji Jiu remained motionless, and continued to talk to himself: “Although I am not Shen Qingxuan, I am his reincarnation after all. If you want to hold this account against me, I have nothing to say." But he could not be Shen Qingxuan, could not be with him day and night, and could not give up his family business for him. He could not watch his dead ancestors bring shame to his face and turn all his years of hard work into dust.

He couldn’t do all of this. He was Ji Jiu, and he could only be Ji Jiu, and he could only be Ji Jiu.

Ji Jiu has no way out.

“It’s just that I can’t be Shen Qingxuan. Don’t force me to do something I can’t do."

“If you are willing to hold someone who is unwilling to respond, then hold him. I am not a stingy person. You have been looking for more than a hundred years, so I can still give you this little bit."

“Any more than that, I can’t."

Ji Jiu said. After all, for the first time, he told him the truth. He could let go of his past resentment. Although it had not been erased, it was okay to let it go. He was willing to show his sympathy to the snake demon that had been looking for him for so many years, even though it had nothing to do with love.

So, if you want to hug, then hug. Shen Jue said that in summer, Shen Qingxuan would hug that person’s cool body tightly. In winter, he would hug that person’s original form to his heart.

Even though this past attachment was no longer in his memory, Ji Jiu was willing to give it to him.

Who made him the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan? If he came to find me, I couldn’t hide.

Yi Mo said, “After all, you just don’t want to have sex with me." Stroking the body of his hand, he said, “If you don’t want to, don’t do it." After saying that, he stopped, hugged the person in front of him, and held him motionlessly, without any more inappropriate actions.

Ji Jiu did not struggle. He lay there for a while and whispered as if in a dream, “It looks more likable as a drunk snake." He would never talk nonsense like that. A living person could make him angry to death.

Upon hearing this, Yi Mo felt that Xiaobao was too troublesome.

He was drunk, who dared to do anything to him? They had to pack him in a box and bring him back, and let this man look at a drunk snake, and I don’t know what they did.

Pulling Ji Jiu’s body tightly in his arms, Yi Mo leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You like my original body because I’m a snake and can’t have sex with you, right?"

Ji Jiu stretched out his hand, grabbed Yi Mo’s shoulder, and pushed him away, almost pushing him under the bed. Yi Mo grabbed his hand in time, and the two of them got entangled. Ji Jiu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and started with a ruthless move, locking Yi Mo’s neck several times, almost breaking his larynx.

Finally, Yi Mo held the back of his neck, bent down and kissed him . Ji Jiu was caught off guard by his sudden action. His lips were blocked, and he was unable to react for a moment. He then opened his mouth and let him kiss him to his satisfaction.

唇分开时，季玖有些喘，却也没继续揍他，伊墨又低头，伸出舌来，在他唇角舔了舔，将湿润的水迹又铺开些，才躺回枕上，道貌岸然地道：“别闹了。”

Who is making trouble?!

Ji Jiu was lying aside, really wanting to go back to his previous life, dig out Shen Qingxuan’s eyeballs, and crush them into mud with his shoe soles .

What kind of eyes do you have to have to be attracted by such a bad thing!