Pick all the cold branches

Zhen Xian trembled all over, and his face turned completely red in an instant. He wanted to resist but dared not speak out, fearing that people outside would hear him, so he glared angrily at Jia Fei.

Now in the confinement, it is not as good as in the past in Prince Jing's Mansion. His Majesty has many more people serving him than when he was Prince Jing, especially the historian who is in charge of daily life. Every word and deed of the emperor must be recorded in the book. Drive as far away as you want.Zhen Xian is a thin-skinned person, so he can stand this kind of thing and be watched by a large group of people. He always hides and escapes whenever he can. If he can't hide, he only half-pushes and half-dodges to accompany him, and he doesn't make a sound at all. Ken leaked it.

Ever since Jiafei ascended the throne and became emperor, Zhen Xian always felt awkward and at a loss as to what to do.

He is His Majesty's courtier, not just a courtier.

At least His Majesty obviously didn't regard him as a courtier, but treated him as his closest lover/partner, he could always find all kinds of excuses to let him stay in the palace, and occasionally went out of the palace to find him in disguise.

But he is not a woman, not His Majesty's concubine.

This chaotic relationship can never be sorted out, which makes Zhen Xian feel uneasy.The shame of violating taboos erodes him all the time, let alone his greed, and he has to do his best to barely restrain his sinking desire.

From childhood to adulthood, etiquette, enlightenment, everything in his cognition told him that this is wrong, he should not do such a thing, let alone allow His Majesty to fall off the cliff with him.

But there was always another voice frantically wanting to break out of the cage, screaming at him.

What did he do wrong?

It's just that the heart is happy for one person, and the love comes, why is it so tormented?

Zhen Xian's eyes were red and his cheeks were burning hot. As soon as he touched the cushion on the couch, he struggled to shrink into the corner, grabbed his skirt with one hand, and pressed Jiafei's chest with the other to try his best to resist, barely holding on to the last point. Keeping the distance, he lowered his voice and said angrily: "What about the 'diligence all night long' that you agreed to? Is this how His Majesty intends to be 'diligent'?"

How could Jiafei give up at this moment, kicked off his boots and forced himself onto the couch, his body pinned him down, and whispered in his ear with a chuckle: "It's what you said, the emperor has no personal affairs, nothing about mine , even the bed/matter is a state matter. Since it is a state matter, why is it not considered a 'diligence'?"

This nonsense and fallacies made Zhen Xian blushed more and more, he could only stare at Jiafei dumbfounded, thinking in his heart, how did this man become like this now that he is the emperor, no one can hold back anymore, what a jerk Words can also be spoken.

"This is the place where His Majesty reads memorials and discusses state affairs. How can foreign ministers stay in His Majesty's study...Does Your Majesty still plan to call cabinet ministers here tomorrow?"

The warm, damp/wet breath in his ear made people feel distracted, and he could only force himself to calm down and squeeze out stubborn words.

Jia Fei hugged him, laughing in shock.

"If you don't want to stay in my study, then you can stay in my bedroom. I don't mind taking you back now. I'm afraid you won't agree first." He hugged Zhen Xian as if he was talking , going out.

It's unbelievable for the majestic Governor and Censor to be carried to the couch in His Majesty's study. If he is carried all the way back to the palace like this, how will he deal with himself from now on?

"Don't! Just...just here..." Zhen Xian hurriedly grabbed/clutched Jia Fei's sleeve and begged, and the words had already blurted out before he realized what he had promised, and he was so ashamed that he shrunk completely There was a ball.

With a face full of success, Jiafei took advantage of the situation to hug him even tighter, begging him intimately, and murmuring aggrieved at the same time.

"I promised you everything today. Can't you feel sorry for me and promise me once? You can calculate how long you haven't allowed me to get close...It's hard to catch you. How can you be reasonable? I am such a bitter emperor?"

But His Majesty said this, as if he was making a deal with him, because he forced His Majesty to do something His Majesty was not willing to do, and got a bargain, so he had to offer himself in exchange, so that His Majesty must be satisfied. good.

But in this world, how can there be a courtier undressing to flatter the emperor and make a deal with the Holy One?

What is the difference between doing/doing this and a prostitute...

Zhen Xian always resisted in his heart, but now when he heard this, his heart ached and he opened his mouth to ask back.

"Since your majesty feels bitter, it is better to establish a queen as soon as possible and fill the harem, rather than always grabbing your ministers to serve you."

As soon as the words fell, Jiafei's face became stiff, and he was so angry that he even exerted a little strength in his hands.

"...What do you mean by 'Iser serving the king'? Between you and me, do you really think so? Could it be that I have humiliated my subordinates under the pressure of the strong?" He stared at Zhen Xian with a pale face, with an unbelievable expression on his face, it was really unacceptable These four words were actually spit out from Zhen Xian's own mouth.

The relationship between him and Xiaoxian can be seen by more or less discerning people.There are plenty of people who gossip and say bad things, and for an unknown period of time, he feels that there is nothing to care about.

But only Xiaoxian herself.

How could Xiaoxian say such a thing by himself?

If even Xiaoxian thinks this way in his heart, then what are his painstaking efforts and persistence all these years?Is it really just absurd?

Now that he is the emperor, why can't he get what he wants?There are countless people in the world wishing they could kneel and crawl into his bed curtains.He is all single-minded, he only wants to shelter from the wind and rain for one person, even if he falls behind and is infamous.Unexpectedly, this person did not follow him.Not only did she not follow him, but she also acted like he did something wrong.

But what did he do wrong?

He just fell in love with someone, so deeply in love that he couldn't get it out or quit.

The heart of admiration, human nature, is really hard to restrain, why is this.

Like pouring cold water on the head, no matter how hot it is, it will be completely cooled.

Jiafei suddenly lost interest, but he was extremely unwilling and even annoyed, so he let go of his hands and sat there, gritted his teeth with a gloomy face and said nothing.

Zhen Xian also sat silently aside with red eyes.

His Majesty is already not very aware of what kind of words he said just now, why it hurt him, and it is even more impossible to understand personally what kind of embarrassing and tormenting situation he is in.All His Majesty can think of and perceive now is grievance and anger, the depression of being bound by invisible shackles but still not being happy despite being above ten thousand people.

This shackle may not really be put on by Zhen Xian for His Majesty.

But this monstrous anger can only be endured by him alone.

Zhen Xian didn't dare to say, once a person grasped the supreme power in the world, would he gradually degenerate under the long-term erosion, lose empathy, become dangerous, strange and distant.

But between him and His Majesty, it is really pointless to investigate who is right and who is wrong, and who speaks first.

He also really didn't want to quarrel with His Majesty.

Zhen Xian sighed heavily, managed to straighten out his ripped clothes, stood up and bowed his head to salute Jiafei.

"It's the minister's slip of the tongue, Your Majesty, don't be so angry and hurt yourself. It's cold in the middle of the night, Your Majesty should rest early, and the minister... and leave."

He actually planned to leave just like that.

"Come back to me, don't leave!"

Jia Fei suddenly became furious, and without even thinking about it, he reached out and grabbed Zhen Xian's wrist, dragged him back, almost fell to the ground and fell on the couch again.

Zhen Xian suppressed the pain from the blunt impact on his back, and couldn't help taking a deep breath of cool air, and suddenly coughed violently.Jiafei held down his hands with such strength, like a male lion, holding down the prey condescendingly, showing its blood-stained fangs.Zhen Xian even forgot about struggling.

The dusty fragments in the memory are like the silt at the bottom of the sleeping water, which is suddenly stirred up and becomes turbid.

Zhen Xian's eyes widened, and he looked at the man who was pressing down on him in horror, his eyes were distorted, and he had the illusion of seeing another person.

It wasn't the Jiafei he was familiar with, but Batu Mengke, and it turned into a darker and more terrifying blurred figure in an instant, like mud crawling out of the deepest abyss.

The flood of past that I don't want to remember floods up like a suffocating one.

Zhen Xian couldn't stop trembling, his eyes were frantic, and he immediately bit his teeth hard, biting the tip of his tongue.

Blood gushes/comes out immediately, overflowing the throat.But he closed his mouth tightly and swallowed it himself.

He stared at himself with such terrified eyes, like fallen leaves under a storm, which would be completely broken at any moment.

Jiafei was startled suddenly, and suddenly woke up feeling bad, and hurriedly hugged him into his arms.

"Xiaoxian! Xiaoxian! Look at me, take a good look at me!"

He pinched Zhen Xian's chin with one hand and forced him to let go, only then did he see that his mouth was already covered in blood.Jia Fei was so frightened that his heart went cold, he almost shouted, and wanted to summon the imperial physician, but was grabbed by Zhen Xian.

"Your Highness..." Zhen Xian called out with a hoarse voice, and fell limply in his arms as if he had collapsed, as if he hadn't regained consciousness and was still in his dream.

Jiafei had no choice but to hug him tightly, while repeatedly coaxing and comforting him, "It's me. I'm here. Don't be afraid, it's okay." Wiping the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips.

What Xiaoxian encountered in the past and what he was afraid of, he should be the clearest.Once upon a time, he was also angry and wished he could tear the barbarian who hurt Xiaoxian to pieces. In the end, he was no better than a barbaric man whom he despised. He almost lost his mind and did irreparable evil. .

But how could he be like this?

Since when did he gradually become like this... Those undercurrents of churning and screaming in his heart unconsciously rose up and flooded his eyes.

Jia Fei hugged Zhen Xian in a daze.Except for the time when Xiaoxian was injured and almost died on the way back to Beijing, he has never felt so thin and fragile in his arms, as if he was just a handful of phantoms, the moonlight cast into the palm of his hand. To be scattered, without a trace.

And he didn't know what to do, it was as if he had returned to the remote palace that he couldn't get out of when he was a child, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch, wait, wait for the dark... A preordained ending.

But if this is the case, what is the purpose of all the long struggles like penance?

With a sudden throbbing pain in his heart, Jiafei subconsciously tightened his arms, hugging the person in his arms tightly, like hugging a treasure that he would never lose.

He didn't know how long it had passed before he heard Zhen Xian whispering hoarsely.

"Your Majesty, we... can't go on like this..."

The familiar and warm body temperature soothed the trembling soul, and the fishy-sweet pain dragged the almost withdrawn consciousness back to the body.Zhen Xian raised his head slowly, and when he looked at Jia Fei, his eyes were full of endless night, filled with deep black sadness.

In fact, each other's low hearts have long been clear to each other.

If this continues, there will always be a person who will suddenly collapse at a certain moment without warning, just like this moment, like the reincarnation of fate, endless death.

But I can't stop, and I can't let go anyway.

Jia Fei heard a strange sound with unknown meaning coming out of his throat, maybe it was an extremely suppressed whimper, maybe it was just a sigh.

"You know exactly how my heart treats you. I have identified one person in this life, and I only want to watch Wu Feitu walk around the world with him. I have no other request. Tell me, this person who is it?"

"You...don't force me—" Zhen Xian's eyes glowed with pain.

"If I don't force you, you will run away again." Jia Fei stubbornly stared into Zhen Xian's eyes, forcing him to look back at his, demanding an answer.

For a moment, there was silence for two moments.

After a long time, Zhen Xian let out a long sigh.

"...Your Majesty, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, is the ruler of the world. He should choose a virtuous and noble daughter as a virtuous housemate, mother the world, and give birth to heirs. Zhen Xian is just a sinner and not a woman. She is really not worthy of your majesty—— "

"Why do you still say such nonsense to anger me." Jiafei interrupted him.

I really don't want to hear a word of these clichés.

Jia Fei slowly moved his hand to the position of Zhen Xian's heart, pressed it firmly, and looked at him without blinking.

"Just once, even just this once, don't think about anything superfluous, just ask your own heart, if you take it seriously, you really don't want to be entangled with me anymore... that's okay, as long as I've been wishful thinking all these years. I don't want to force you. As long as you open your mouth, I will never make it difficult for you from now on. It doesn't matter if you are a monarch or minister, or anything else, as long as you can feel at ease, I will what ever."

Speaking of this, he suddenly fell into a dead silence, but still looked deeply at Zhen Xian, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "But Xiaoxian, you have to think about it before you speak."

Then he said nothing more.

Zhen Xian couldn't help trembling all over.

Thousands of crazy thoughts surged up in my heart in an instant, and they all turned into fly ashes in the end.

His Majesty looked at the desperate struggle in his eyes, which disappeared in a flash, but he still saw it.

But until this moment, when Jia Fei was in front of him, looking into his eyes, and said such words that required him to make a decision.But he suddenly realized that all resistance was futile.

He could no longer go back.

If it was in the past, ten or even twenty years ago, he and His Majesty hadn't been entangled to a deep level, or could have stopped, but now it has long been impossible.

How to do so that the other half of the souls that have merged with each other can be torn apart and left behind?

He can't.

His Majesty is his life.Even if he died, he couldn't give up.

Zhen Xian bit his lips tightly, until the wet and blood gushed out again, and he heard the scream of desire.

"I will definitely suffer retribution... I will definitely die badly—"

He finally reached out and grabbed Jiafei's skirt, embarrassingly buried his face in the familiar warm chest, unable to leave or face it.

"Nonsense!" Almost immediately, Jia Fei hugged him tightly, as if to drive away the anxiety that surged up in his heart, frowned and patted him on the head, "With me here, I won't let you die, God I can't take you away..."