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The aftermath (?)

Got inspired by leaves from the vine

So imagine xie lian is singing it to wu mings grave 🛐

+ crying lianlian

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Enjoy the read!

Part 1/...

The clash of peasants, the crying of a baby, the scraping of a heavy sword on stone and the intense pain throughout his body; torn skin and a sea of blood, all this surrounded the Crown Prince even in his unconscious state; in this chaos he felt every rustle of clothes, felt a hundred looks: sympathy, contempt, mockery and indifference. He saw his sword being swung at him once more, and then there was an inexpressible cry of grief, pain, fear and despair. With the last effort of his blurry eyes, he saw a red blur and a white blur behind it, whether it was his imagination or not, the creature in white raised its hand and then Xie Lian was plunged into darkness…

When he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling of his chambers, the desk on the right by the window, the couch with a mirror on the left, behind which Mu Qing tidied up the prince every day, the screen opposite the bed, and behind it the sofa where Feng Xin usually collapsed and muttered as they slowly gathered. Taking a sitting position, Xie Lian hung his legs off the edge of the bed and looked around himself: simple underclothes for sleeping, hair loose and flowing down his back; it looked as if there was no fall of state, he didn't want to be killed, his parents were still ruling the country, and his friends were still by his side. Coming out from behind the screen he stopped. There was a man sitting on the couch, he was dressed in white but tattered clothes, the narrow sleeves under the translucent cloak were dark colored and reached to his hands, in which he held an old cane; his almost black hair was very simply tied in a low ponytail, and on his head was a doily so that Xie Liang could not see his face.

– Wha... – Xie Lian wanted to speak, but his throat was dry, so he coughed and tried again, – Who are you?

– You've been asleep for a long time, – the man leaned on his cane and got up from the sofa, turning to face the prince, – I thought you wouldn't wake up.

On the man's face was a white smooth mask, which was very different from the whole image by its purity and novelty; one side, the right side, expressed sorrow, the left side had a soft smile. With leisurely limping steps he approached the prince raising his hand and touching his forehead.

– I will answer all your questions, but first, wake up for real, child, – Xie Lian lost consciousness again.

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He opened his eyes sharply and closed them again, it was too bright compared to what he had seen last time. The smell of medicinal herbs, dampness and food hit his nose? It was not a pleasant combination. The nausea came sharply, and as he lifted himself up he felt his hair being picked up and a small wooden basin placed in front of his face.

– Right here, Your Highness! – It was the voice of a young man.

Xie Lian spat bile and blood, after what became of his stomach it was surprising that he had vomit and was not lying in the ground. He weakened greatly and his body slumped to the side. He was gently caught by the shoulders. The young man's hands were trembling violently, or he was trembling himself, Xie Lian didn't understand; it was as if his head had been placed in a huge bell and was ringing without stopping. He rested his forehead on the guy's collarbone and exhaled blissfully, it was cold; Xie Lian was about to fall into unconsciousness again, but a worried voice sounded again.

– Your Highness, you shouldn't fall asleep, he said that it would be difficult to wake you up..... – the boy spoke quickly, confused but confidently.

– My head. hot... cool, a little more... let me... – Xie Lian spoke incoherently, there was noise in his head, but the young man's voice was a little soothing and sobering, the prince squeezed his hand with all his might and moved a little closer.

The boy was grateful to everything in the world that Xie Lian couldn't see his brightly flaring face, but the masked man who had just walked in saw and let out a chuckle.

- Not asleep, I hope? – He put the jug of water on the table and approached the one sitting on the mat, – He is awake. Child, can you hear me?

– My body is aching. My head is about to explode... – Xie Lian tried to regain focus in his eyes, but so far, no result.

– Let the boy go and drink this, – the man took out a small vial of murky water from his sleeve and handed it to the young man.

– Your Highness... – He helped Xie Lian into a slightly more comfortable position and put the vial to his lips.

Xie Lian tried to drink, but he coughed. The young man tried again, but more slowly and so managed to pour it all the way in.

– Now he can sleep, this decoction will help repair his internal organs, the external wounds will take some work, he was torn almost like a rag doll, poor child," the man shook his head and went to another room, immediately returning with a wet roll of cloth, – put it on his forehead and cover him better.

– Uh-huh! – The young man immediately fidgeted and did as he was told.

– Now we just wait for him to wake up again, you can sleep, you haven't been away from him for so many days, you need rest too.

– No need, I'm fine," the boy looked at the prince and even though his heart wasn't beating anymore it hurt like hell to be in his place.

The man just hummed and continued to prepare the food.

To be continued…

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Big mood Yin Yu

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San Lang~

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They’re funny to me.

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that one new image of the Little Soldier. This one.

You tell me he died with a sword in one hand and a flower in the other and you expect me to be normal about this?!?! 😭😭😭

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Hualian family went to the beach

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