"Nie Fu'an, why are you here again?"

Chen Yue blinked and looked at Xiao Langjun who stood up from the stone bench. She didn't know why she always felt that Nie Fu'an was weird.

Is there something wrong with the gift my brother prepared?

Chen Yue's attention was instantly attracted by two large boxes placed nearby.

The box is big and heavy, so what kind of strange gift does it contain?

A lion cub, a leopard cub or an immature deer cub?

Thinking of the fluffy appearance of the little animals, Chen Yue couldn't hold back her claws any longer. She stretched out her hand and said to "Nie Fu'an":

"Key, open it and take a look."

"Nie Fu'an" was uncharacteristically silent, took out the key from his sleeve pocket and put it in her hand, then took a step back and stood quietly aside.

Chen Yue's eyes were filled with gifts, and she ignored the familiar scent brought out by "Nie Fu'an"'s sleeves.

Each box is divided into upper and lower layers.

The first box contains novel styles of jewelry, hairpins and the like, which are clearly made by the master of Emperor Zun Palace.

The second box was covered with thick ancient books.

They are all about secret techniques for practicing spells and magic formations. Most of them were newly dug out from the private vault of Emperor Tianhong.

The lower layer is filled with sharp yet exquisite knives and weapons, many of which are uncommon in the armies of various countries today.

After Chen Yue read it, she clapped her hands and closed the box with satisfaction: "Very good, I'll accept it."

She blinked: "But, if you receive a gift, you must receive a gift. An agreement is an agreement and cannot be confused, you know?"

"Nie Fu'an" nodded, his expression was very unnatural, and if he looked carefully, he didn't know whether it was disappointment or something else.

Chen Yue ordered people to carry the box away, pack up the contents, keep half of it in Qinyuan, and send the remaining half to Chen Yue Palace.

After the assignment was completed, she turned around and saw "Nie Fu'an" still standing there, and couldn't help asking strangely: "Do you have anything else?"

"Nie Fu'an" shook his head, but he had no intention of leaving. He sat back down, holding the teacup in his hand and bowing his head in silence.

Chen Yue: "..."

What's going on with this abandoned look?

She ran over with her robe in hand, sat down opposite "Nie Fu'an", and looked around:

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you so sad? Could it be that you were kicked out of the Emperor's Palace by your brother?"

"Nie Fu'an" raised half of his face anxiously and nervously, then lowered it quickly, shook his head and said, "No."

Chen Yue was even more surprised. What happened to Nie Fu'an? Why was his voice so gloomy? What happened?

"Are you okay? Could it be that something happened to my brother?"

Chen Yue was thinking wildly and asked nervously: "Could it be that the King of Jinzhou got angry and got up and stormed into the Emperor's Palace?"

"But this isn't right. If it were so critical, my brother wouldn't send you to bring me gifts. So, is my brother sick?"

"Nie Fu'an" neither nodded nor shook his head, but looked at her cautiously.

Chen Yue became even more panicked when she saw him like this, and stood up immediately:

"Are you really sick? I thought you were lying to me what you said in the afternoon. What is wrong with my brother? Is he still alive?"

"Nie Fu'an": "...still alive."

"Really alive?"

Seeing the expression on his face that was full of words, Chen Yue felt heartbroken and took his hand: "Are you telling the truth?"

But why does it feel like Nie Fu'an's expression is getting more and more solemn?

"Nie Fu'an" looked in disbelief at the white and tender little hand holding his own, and then looked at Chen Yue along the hand: "You..."

Chen Yue also felt something strange at the same time, holding his hand and turning it over and over:

"Nie Fu'an, you look weird today, and your hands are weird too. How come the scar on your left hand is in the same place as your brother's?"

"And the cocoon on your right hand is exactly the same position and thickness as my brother's. Are you..."

"Nie Fu'an" wanted to pull his hand back, but it didn't move, so he could only look at Chen Yue nervously.

Chen Yue also looked at him nervously, and after thinking for a long time, she said, "Have you, have you, been in love with your brother for a long time?"

"Nie Fu'an": "..."

Where did this idea come from?

Seeing his shocked expression, panicked reaction, and frantically withdrawing his hand, Chen Yue felt that she must have guessed it right.

How did that happen?

We have known each other for such a long time, why is there no trace of Nie Fu'an's love for his brother?

No, she had guessed like this when she was little and even asked her brother.

Later, Nie Fu'an was beaten violently by her brother, so she gave up the idea.

It turns out that my brother has no thoughts about Nie Fu'an, but Nie Fu'an has unrequited love for his brother. So far, this is too miserable, right?

Chen Yue looked at "Nie Fu'an" with an expression that said the world was too scary: "You, you, you, don't be nervous, don't be afraid, I won't tell my brother."

"Nie Fu'an" sighed and struggled desperately: "...I'm not, I don't, I..."

"Don't deny it."

Chen Yue took his hand and shook it: "Look, even in such details, you have to be the same as your brother. You said you don't like him, but I don't even do it."

"Nie Fu'an": "..."

Suddenly I didn’t want to live anymore.

Seeing his grief-stricken look, Chen Yue felt sad: "Nie Fu'an, we grew up together, and I thought I knew you very well."

"Nie Fu'an": "..."

No, you know nothing!

Chen Yue looked at the aggrieved "Nie Fu'an" who was like a puppy, and patted his head sadly:

"But no matter how much you like your brother, there's nothing you can do about it. My brother and I have already made a lifelong commitment to each other, and we can't get in with a third person."

"You give up, and don't hang yourself on this tree like my brother. There is no grass anywhere in the world... Hey, the way you feel..."

Chen Yue stretched out her hand and touched "Nie Fu'an"'s head. The more she touched, the more familiar she felt.

If one person imitates another person, he can't even keep the shape of his skull exactly the same, right?

Since it can't be done, it can only mean...

Chen Yue narrowed her eyes, retracted her hand and touched "Nie Fu'an"'s face a few times. Sure enough, it was a human skin mask.

"Xiao Yangui, you are really good!"

The exposed Emperor stretched out his hand to hold her, and acted pitifully: "Ah Yue, brother misses you..."

Chen Yue looked at his face against Nie Fu'an and rolled her eyes: "You miss me, why don't you pretend to be me?"

Yan Gui pinched her sleeves with two fingers and shook them: "Isn't that strange? My brother is taller than you..."

"You think I'm short?" Chen Yue's eyes widened in disbelief, pointing at herself and then at him.

"That was not what I meant……"

Yan Guidu had no time to react, and his fiancée swooped down and hit him on the ground. His collar was also pulled up.

[Author's digression]: Nie Fu'an: (???) Tsk, tsk, tsk, no desire to live.

Yan Gui: Just wait for me!
Chapter completed!