Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

Chang'an, Chu family.

Wearing a light shirt, Chu Yao leaned quietly under the peach blossom tree, looking at the long sword in her hand with the light moonlight.

This is her saber when she was at Lingxi Jianfeng.

Sharp and unmatched, cutting iron like mud, but nameless.

Chu Yao looked at it quietly for a while, before putting away the sword, the peach blossom was floating in the moonlight, and a silver butterfly followed the petals, floating on the sword in front of her.

Yindie's wings were injured, and tried to fly several times, but couldn't fly.

The look of malaise.

Chu Yao was startled slightly, and stretched out her hand. The moment her fingertips touched the butterfly, the butterfly turned into dust and disappeared.

"..."

Chu Yao raised her head.

The girl dressed in a big night looked lazy, sitting on her eaves, looking at her with apricot eyes squinted, her soft black hair draped over her shoulders, and a few silver butterflies around her, fluttering.

Chu Yao took a look and then withdrew her eyes, standing up and walking into the room.

"Sister is too calm." Chu Yi's voice was faint, unable to hear any emotions, "...I don't like this."

Chu Yao didn't speak.

"I never understand."

"Why someone is born and knows where to go."

Chu Yao raised her eyes to look at her: "You came to me just to tell me this?"

A shallow moonlight shone on the girl, and the youngest Patriarch of the Chu family looked at her, raised his hand slightly, and a butterfly fell on her fingertips.

"..."

"No one seems to understand me anymore." Chu Yi's voice was faint.

It's not like sorrow, nor is it very sad, it's just like stating a fact, very plain.

Can't hear any emotions.

"You said I was extreme." Chu Yi paused, "But, even I don't really understand why I am like this."

The butterfly moved its wings slightly.

Chu Yao looked at her silently.

"You say things in this world are weird or weird?" Chu Yi smiled when Chu Yao hadn't spoken all the time. "You can't hold the things you like in your hands, and you can't kill the people you hate."

"What you like does not belong to you, so it is wrong in your hands." Chu Yao said: "There can be no unpleasant people in this world, and you can't kill everyone."

Chu Yi smiled and said, "Look, in this world, no one will stand by my side."

She looked up at the moon and said, "If someone I like said just now."

"I will tell her."

"Just hold what you like in your hand."

"Annoying person, I will make you never see her again."

When Chu Yi said this, there was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she was really talking sweetly to her lover.

Chu Yi paused, looking at Chu Yao underneath, "I think...we should be the same, sister."

"I remember that the Chu family has a lot of affairs, and you should do something about it." Chu Yao neither denied nor admitted to Chu Yi's words, but said indifferently: "Don't forget that you are now the head of the Chu family."

Chu Yi chuckled lightly: "Do you think I am really rare in this position?"

"As long as it's not yours, I don't care who sits in this position."

Chu Yao said "Oh" and opened the door to enter, "Then you are free."

The silver butterfly surrounding the girl turned into powder in the blink of an eye.

Chu Yi thought blankly, what did she do here?

in the room.

The windows closed tightly.

Chu Yao didn't quite understand the look in her sister's eyes.

Obviously got what I wanted.

When you look at her, why do you still look like nothing?

"..."

Obviously shed the same blood, but live in a different world.

Chu Yao laughed mockingly and looked at her hand.

The slender and powerful fingertips still faintly left the touch of the silver butterfly that could not fly just now, kissing the fingertips.

Cold, gentle, but indescribably weak.

However, there is a strange bond, conveying an inexplicable feeling...

-You see, in this world, no one will stand by my side.

It's not.

"Your world is too small."

Only accept what she wants to accept, only love what she wants to love... But there is so little in the world that she can love.

In the end, the world is getting narrower and more crowded, so crowded that once you can't catch what you like.

…Will have nothing.

"no…"

Chu Yao's voice was like the wind, floating out of the window, and in the end it was as silent as those butterflies turned into powder.

She actually wants to say a lot—

Just like when you were young, you met a summer song who was willing to protect you.

There will always be a certain person who will become your hero.

But when your hero falls in love with another person.

…It’s like the day when a confidante has bones, and a hero will have a day of old age.

In the end, Chu Yao still didn't say anything, just sighed softly.

Chu Yi looked at the bright moon in the sky, and for a long while, she stretched out her hand.

A broken butterfly slowly condensed on her fingertips, flapping its wings slowly, and flew towards the distant sky.

You see.

She is not incapable of understanding her.

==

In Fengyue Continent, the wave of evil ghosts is becoming more and more violent, and cholera continues to occur in the world.

For a while, the public was infuriated and hated Qin Shuang, the small priest of the Demon Cult who released evil spirits. Just as more and more people joined the Order of the Heroes held by the Chang family to fight against the young priest of the Demon Cult, a rumors began to ferment quietly.

"Have you heard...The Glory of the Sky is said to be made by Ye Wucai, a talented caster of the Ye family a hundred years ago..."

"Hey, who doesn't know this? Didn't the Ye family be destroyed a few years ago..."

"Hey, I really don't know, the Ye family... a few years ago there was a Ye family here. Haven't you heard of the charm of ancient clothes in his family?"

"Besides, isn't this shining sky brought out by the little son of the Chang family from Bai Meng's cave?"

"Maybe it was accidental, and it accidentally flowed into Bai Meng's acupoint..."

"Where did the accident come from? Bai Mengxue has never encountered it once in hundreds of years!"

In fact, Bai Meng acupoint does not appear only once in hundreds of years. It is just that the Chinese civilization is extensive and profound. You said that the farmer who hoeed the ground for noon, lived for hundreds of years. The Bai Meng acupoint in the sky has nothing to do with him. Seeing once in decades is not impossible.

What Xia Ge is completely entangled in the misfortune that he has prepared for a long time is another question, how many people have really been to the dangerous Baimeng Cave many times in this world?

"I heard that the Ye family was destroyed by the Demon Cult a few years ago... Could this shining of the sky be hidden by the Demon Cult remnant party in the Baimeng Cave?"

Although this statement sounds credible, after careful consideration, there are still many doubts.

Someone couldn't help but say: "Later, the magic sect became so powerful, why didn't you take out the radiance of the sky?"

Everyone is suspicious.

"Hey, don't talk about this. It is said that this shining sky is full of righteousness, but it can suppress the evil spirits. As long as it is taken out, it can temporarily slow the turbulent trend of evil ghosts."

"Yes, yes, discuss with Patriarch Chang, it may not be impossible..."

"..."

Similar rumors are overwhelming.

These rumors have doubts about the origin of the sky shining, without exception, they are forcing the Chang family Patriarch to sacrifice the sky shining to calm the tide of evil ghosts.

teahouse.

The sound of silk and bamboo is elegant, with few traces of people.

A delicate compartment with shallow incense, and a small tea table on the tatami.

The girl held her chin, the red dress bloomed like a red lotus, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and she pushed a cup of warm tea toward the boy who was opposite the table, her fingers long and white.

"have not seen you for a long time."

The exquisite bone china tea smell filled with a shallow tea fragrance, Ye Ze paused, and his voice was unwavering: "Long time no see."

"You are not surprised at all." Su Chuang poured himself a cup of tea, and smiled, "It's just that the recent wind sounds a bit interesting."

Ye Ze didn't speak.

"It's the Chu family." Su Chuang smiled disapprovingly, and opened the door. "Hundred Ghost Cave really spared no effort to spread rumors that are beneficial to you."

Ye Ze said, "What do you want to ask?"

"Don't ask anything." Su Chuang's gaze swept over his waist inadvertently. Ye Ze was dressed in a blue and white sword clothes at Lingxi Jianfeng, with brows as sharp as blades, bright black eyes, and grandeur. He was a handsome young man.

It's just that the bamboo scabbard sword that this young man had brought out from Bai Meng acupoint before disappeared, replaced by an unknown long sword.

Su Chan naturally knew the saber that belonged to Xia Wushuang before Ye Ze.

It's just that Ye Ze is a disciple of Lingxi Peak, and the origin of this Qingqingjian really made Su Chuang not like it, so he turned a blind eye.

But now that this sword is missing from Ye Ze's body, it is really thought-provoking.

"It's because I didn't treat guests well enough, so I asked some unpleasant topics as soon as I came up." Su Chan smiled and took a sip of tea. "I am here to replace wine with tea. I am sorry."

Ye Ze looked at her, but didn't mean to touch the tea.

Su Chan raised the corner of his eyes and smiled very enchantingly: "What? Are you not willing to give this thin face?"

The girl smiled very nicely, but as long as she was not a fool, anyone could understand the hidden threat.

Ye Ze looked at her fixedly for a long while before he picked up the tea and took a sip.

However, the next moment, his whole body froze slightly.

"It is said that the Ye family acts low-key, but it is also rumored to be a family of scholars from generations to generations, and they also know some tea ceremony."

Su Chan smiled slightly, "I just don't know this tea, Master Ye Xiao, is it conscious or ignorant?"

Ye Ze's body trembled slightly. He slowly, like a wooden man, put the tea in his hand on the tea table, staring at Su Chan with his dark eyes, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

"A hundred years ago, Ye Wucai, the master casting master of the Ye family, once made the glamour of the ancient clothes, and sighed, "No regrets in this life, Angelica Huangquan." The family hasn’t leaked any rumors to the outside world."

Su Chuang was indifferent, as if chatting with Ye Ze, "...so that more than a decade ago, no one knew what the Glory of the Sky was."

"It's just a few years ago...your father had a very good personal relationship with the head of the Chang family, Chang Ren, and he broke a word after drinking..."

Ye Ze's hand holding the teacup slowly tightened, and his finger bones were slightly white.

"...I accidentally told this big secret."

Ye Ze suddenly said, "Enough."

Su Chan looked at him with a smile.

Ye Ze took a deep breath and tried to stay calm: "You just need to tell me where the person who served this tea is."

"Others, I... don't want to listen."

The secrets that have been learned from Baiguiku are like a family ugly, so naturally they won't listen to it again in front of outsiders.

Su Chan smiled lightly: "This is naturally no problem."

But her conversation changed, "But..."

Ye Ze said, "Do you want to ask about the sword before?"

Su Chan smiled and said, "I like to talk to smart people."

Ye Ze was silent for a while, but turned the front of the conversation, and said, "The taste of this tea is very good."

…It was matched by his mother's hands back then, and it was also her favorite tea.

He has forgotten everything, nor can he forget the fragrance of tea.

Ye Ze paused, then said, "I have given the sword to someone else."

Su Chan didn't speak, but looked at him with a smile.

Ye Ze put down the tea and lowered his eyelashes, "I can only say so much."

After speaking, get up and leave.

"Sometimes, people have to learn to be cunning." Su Cangman looked at his empty tea cup indifferently, and said, "If your back is too straight, it is easy to suffer...Of course it is not good to be too bent, and it is easy to be looked down upon."

"Although I don't like you, but I think someone will like it."

The screen moved slightly.

It seems that some secret door has been opened in this small tea room.

The soft footsteps.

With a sense of familiarity that travels through time.

It's like a memory long, long ago, like the gentle looking back that can be thought of when dreaming back at midnight again and again.

Ye Ze stood still, not daring to move.

Until the warm voice rang.

"...My son?"