Every rebirth is the tyrant Bai Yueguang

After the discussion was over, Jing Cheng just sat there, motionless like a Buddha.

Mu Xi wanted to go in to find him, but was stopped by Zhang Dafu.

"Your Majesty Mu Shijun, I'm afraid your Majesty doesn't want to see anyone right now."

These were never a problem for Mu Xi, but after thinking about it, he still respected Jing Cheng's wishes, thanked Eunuch Zhang for his reminder, and went back to his bedroom to wait.

Jing Cheng suddenly realized that he hadn't polished ink for a long time.

Pick up the ink stick and grind it slowly.

The ink stick has been replaced with a new one, and he only discovered it today.

In the past few months, since when did he go back to the palace to rest immediately after approving the memorial.

"His Majesty."

Jing Cheng came back to his senses, he didn't know how long it took to grind, the ink in the inkstone was almost full, and it would overflow after a few more grinds.

Jing Cheng let go, and with a snap, the ink stick fell and hit the ground hard, breaking into two pieces.

Zhang Dafu went to pick it up, but was stopped by Jing Cheng, he squatted down, picked up the ink stick that was broken in two, but didn't get up immediately.

"Brother Prince, it's so boring, can't you go to the garden?" Mu Xi knelt by the desk, leaning on his chin.

"Not today, I have something to do." After Jing Cheng finished speaking, he added, "When did you go shopping, did you walk the entire distance by yourself? I don't think you like visiting the garden that much."

Mu Xi was aggrieved and whispered, "Didn't I want to go shopping with you?" The East Palace was claustrophobic, except for special hours, there were no people, not even birds.

Jing Cheng lowered his eyes.

Mu Xi said: "Brother Prince, you are too upright. I came here to treat illnesses, and I was imprisoned in this palace to treat illnesses. It has nothing to do with you. What are you thinking?"

Jing Cheng patted his little head, "If I hadn't been imprisoned, your life in the East Palace would be easier."

The young and tender Mu Xi rolled his eyes, "Oh my god, I can still talk about this, I'm not having a hard time." I'm bored because you study hard all day, Amen.

Mu Xi didn't want to get entangled in this topic any longer, and instead said: "Brother Prince, let me grind ink for you, I like to do this job."

Jing Sheng originally wanted to say that he didn't need to do these jobs, but looking at Mu Xi's shining eyes, he smiled lightly, "It's just as long as you like it."

"Wow, brother prince, you have a really nice smile."

Jing Cheng felt that his ears were burning.

Mu Xi picked up the grinder and began to grind it happily. Slowly, the ink filled the inkstone, and he had nothing to do again.

Therefore, in Jingsheng's case, since then, there has been an additional inkstone, and the speed of writing has also increased day by day.

Jing Cheng was the king who reviewed the memorials the fastest in all dynasties, and it was also at this time that he laid a solid foundation.

It's just to use up Mo faster, and Mu Xi will not be so boring by being with him.

The repetitive movements that are extremely boring to others are different to Mu Xi.

He has always liked things that can be done by sitting in the room without moving, so he likes to mix incense, grinding ink is easier, he doesn't even need to move his mind, he can accompany Jing Cheng while grinding, and he can take a short errand to think about other things .

In particular, he discovered that grinding ink can also sharpen one's mind, and as time passed, his mentality became more and more peaceful.

Originally, because of Jingcheng's future changes and personality, his restless heart calmed down, and he was at ease when it came, he believed that he saw and felt it himself.

From the East Palace to the Tai'a Hall, even when Jing Sheng was reviewing the memorials, the palace people could see this scene.

His Majesty King Jing was concentrating on reviewing the memorial. There was a beautiful boy sitting next to him, holding an ink stick in his hand, studying the ink carefully. They did not communicate and did not disturb each other, and they were very harmonious.

This picture is comfortable and beautiful, and was once rated as the first among the eight landscapes of Jingwang Palace.

Jing Cheng grasped the ink stick tightly, and said to himself, "Mu Xi, aren't you happy too?"

Putting the ink stick on the case, he said again: "Don't blame me, don't be unhappy."

Zhang Dafu didn't understand what his Majesty was doing, he wanted to say a few words for Mu Shijun, but seeing His Majesty's expression was not right, he stopped talking again.

Let's talk later.

Jingcheng's dinner was useless, Zhang Dafu proposed it twice, but was rejected.

This His Majesty's illness is just right, and he has used strong medicine before. As His Majesty's chief eunuch, he is naturally anxious.

In the end, there was really no other way, seeing that His Majesty's face was not as ugly as in the afternoon, Zhang Dafu summoned up his courage again.

"Your Majesty, Mu Shijun came to beg earlier, but didn't come in, and has been waiting in the bedroom."

Jing Cheng really looked up, "When is it?"

"It's Hai time." It was already dark, very late.

Zhang Dafu added: "It is said that I am waiting for you, Mu Shijun didn't even have dinner."

"Nonsense." The words had already been spoken before Jing Sheng realized what he said.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said normally: "Understood."

Picking up a memorial, he wanted to wait and unfold it, and at the end of the memorial was his imperial critique with the ink pen, and the memorial had already been approved.

Jing Cheng put down the memorial, got up, and insisted on waiting another half an hour before returning to the bedroom, but it seemed like it was deliberate.

Why did he deliberately do this on this petite matter.

When he reached the door of the bedroom, Jing Cheng stopped again.

Yesterday he told this little pet about moving out. He seemed very unhappy, but he was interrupted when he was about to make a fuss.

Jing Cheng felt a little headache when he went in and couldn't tell how noisy he would be.

Pushing open the door, when I went in, I saw that the small table was full of food, and it seemed that the little pet waiter was getting impatient, so he simply put them all in the bedroom.

A human figure protruded from the dragon bed, with its face inward and its back to the outside, seemingly asleep.

When Jing Cheng picked up the chopsticks, the person on the bed moved, but didn't get up.

The food was already completely cold, but Jing Cheng was never a picky superior, so he ate a couple of mouthfuls, rinsed his mouth, and went to bed.

Turning over, Jing Cheng smiled and said, "Even if you're pretending to sleep, you still have to move out. They're all well settled, not worse than Tai Ah Dian, and it won't save your expenses."

Mu Xi didn't make a sound, and after a while, there was a slight snoring sound from the side, as if telling Jing Cheng directly, I'm already asleep, what do you say?Can't hear.

Jing Cheng closed his eyes, time seemed to go back to five years ago, bitterness appeared in his mouth and heart.

"Gu knows that you are not asleep, you should be clear, this is not a discussion, this is a will."

After finishing speaking, I will not mention this matter again, as he said, this is not discussing with him.

"Did you not eat? Gu Fang just moved his chopsticks and saw you move."

"You are not in good health, and you are still so self-willed. Tell Zhang Dafu to warm up and eat something."

Jing Cheng wanted to say more, but Mu Xi couldn't take it anymore and interrupted him.

"I didn't sleep, so what, I just didn't hear anything, hum."

Jing Sheng laughed.

"Eat, only a fool will be hungry."

Cuckoo, his stomach betrayed him, Mu Xi gritted his teeth, he was so mad at his stomach.

Jing Cheng laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty, you're going to drive me away, why are you so concerned about me?" With that said, Mu Xi turned around and stared into Jing Cheng's eyes.

The two lay on the bed and looked at each other.

Jing Cheng didn't speak, but seemed to be thinking about the answer.

"Your Majesty, do you know that your behavior will cause me to misunderstand." Mu Xi was stubborn.

Jing Cheng was suddenly puzzled, and said, "What's the misunderstanding?"

Mu Xi chuckled, "Misunderstood, misunderstood that His Majesty likes me."

The two held their breath at the same time, Mu Xi said it easily, but under the quilt, his hands were tightly clenched, and his palms were sweating.

That's the end of the conversation, and he can't figure out what answer he hopes to get more.

Jing Cheng said yes, then he likes Mu Yun, and sure enough, death is like a lamp going out, and if time is long enough, Jing Cheng will always forget him.

Jing Cheng said no, so he was still thinking about Mu Xi?But does he really love Muxi?Then why are they so patient, caring and loving towards him "Mu Yun" during this period of time?

In any case, Mu Xi felt that this was simply a paradox, as if he would not be satisfied and happy with any answer he got.

Although, Mu Xi and Mu Yun are obviously him.

Jing Cheng was asked this question face to face for the second time, and he suddenly remembered the situation when he was asked the first time.

If he could be given another chance, he would never let go of that person's hand.

"You look like an old friend of Gu's." Jing Cheng said suddenly.

Mu Xi was quiet, waiting for the next words.

"But it's much younger than him. He should be seven years older than you now. You should call him brother."

Maybe it was the broken ink stick, maybe it was too dark tonight, Jing Cheng suddenly became interested and could have a chat with this unique little pet, just like he had nothing to do with Mu Xi many years ago Don't talk about the same.

Taking the initiative to mention that person who hadn't dared to mention it easily for several years, Jing Cheng felt a little relieved, accepted it and figured it out, he finally lost that person completely.

Instead of constantly deceiving, that person is alive and will come back.He can only see him when he dreams back at midnight, and get a moment of peace of mind, and then he is thrown into hell, which is the punishment he should bear.

He shouldn't run away, otherwise Mu Xi would be angry.

Mu Xi asked again, if he listened carefully, his voice was trembling, but Jing Cheng, who was deep in his own thoughts, missed this strange reaction.

"Is this old man someone His Majesty likes?"

Jing Cheng didn't speak, he didn't want to tell others too much about himself and Mu Xi.

"If you call him brother, the orphan will be able to recognize you as a brother, and it is right to take care of you."

Mu Yun is indeed Mu Xi's cousin.

Mu Xi turned over and hit Jing Cheng with the back of his head, he was about to die of anger.

Brother, your sister's brother, your whole family is all brothers.

Jingcheng, remember it for me, brother.

Pooh.

So angry.

Mu Xi was wronged like a child weighing two hundred pounds.

Anger is written all over the back of Mu Ximan's head, "tactful" such as Jingcheng, how could he not see it.

He was a little baffled, as the king of a country, he lowered his figure to chat with his pet servant, and in the end he was rewarded with the back of the head.

He lost his temper again. This cousin Mu Xi has a really big temper.

Until very later, Jing Cheng was thankful that he just thought about it and didn't say this sentence.

Otherwise, I dare not imagine.

Before falling asleep, a voice suddenly came from the back of his head.

"In the future, reheat the food when it's cold, or let the imperial dining room send some more. Look at you, which king is as thrifty as you are?"

Jing Cheng looked at the top of the bed and smiled.

Hard-spoken and soft-hearted, isn't everyone in the Mu family this temperamental?

Jing Cheng sighed, "I can't help it, I'm lonely and poor."

He snorted coldly at the back of his head, and muttered grudges: "It's all about [-]% of my profit."

Jing Sheng: "..."

The author has something to say: I have been stuck writing this chapter for a long time, although, in the second half of the chapter, I was overwhelmed by Mu Ximeng.