Your Majesty doesn't know

After a day's rest, the two continued westward.

Ever since he expressed his heart the night before, He Zichen has been holding on to Sheng Ling's hand, and the two of them intertwined their fingers, occasionally looking at each other and smiling, full of affection.He Zichen's heart was sweet and soft, but also a little regretful.It is obvious that they are in love with each other, but they have dragged their feet for so long. They should have said it long ago. If the two of them were inseparable at the beginning, they would not be able to have those things happen later.

But fortunately, the time is still early, everything is still too late.

The sun rose in the east and cast their long shadows on the ground. He Zichen looked at the shadows of the two, stopped and sighed softly.

Sheng Ling also stopped and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

He Zichen looked around, smiled lightly, and regretted, "It's a pity that Ziyang always refuses to walk with us."

In the past, the three of them always did everything together, and He Ziyang was the bond between the two of them. With him, He Zichen and Sheng Ling could barely play together.Now, the two of them got better on their own, but He Ziyang didn't know which shadow he was hiding in. He Zichen felt a little guilty, always feeling that they had abandoned He Ziyang.

Thinking back to the past few years, after Ziyang fell into the Tibetan abyss, the peaceful life is no longer the same as before.His father died of illness, Bai Feng died in battle, and he himself left his soul, leaving Sheng Ling alone to clean up the mess amidst many doubts.

But it's only been a few years, how come so much has changed?

It was as if, before they knew it, they were all old.

Sheng Ling said: "Ziyang doesn't want to go with us, but he has been following us."

He Zichen frowned and said, "I don't understand why he has to hide. Could it be that he worked so hard to come out of the hidden abyss just to hide in the shadows?"

"Ziyang is not you and me, so the way of doing things is naturally different from ours. This is... Ziyang's way." Sheng Ling squeezed his hand and said softly, "You don't need to understand, just respect."

If it is He Zichen, no matter what he becomes, he will still go his own way. He doesn't care what he is, and he doesn't care about the sunshine of others. As long as he feels that he is not evil, then he must be bright.

If he... Sheng Ling thought about it, he would never have the mentality of He Zichen, he would be anxious, inferior, afraid, maybe... silent forever, hiding in the hidden abyss and never coming out, waiting for himself to be disintegrated ,dissipate.

And He Ziyang is the same as He Zichen to a certain extent. He never forgets his original intention at any time. He loves everything in the world, can't bear to hurt, and is reluctant to leave, so he hides in the shadows and carefully looks at the world, and then bids farewell in satisfaction... …

bid farewell? !

Sheng Ling was taken aback by his own thoughts, and suddenly felt a little uneasy. He quietly searched for the gossamer-like demonic energy in the air, and finally sensed He Ziyang's existence about ten feet away, and he was reluctantly heaved a sigh of relief.

This is a small world where all creatures and non-living creatures live together. The terrain is complex and changeable. Maybe it used to be majestic and precipitous mountains. Not long ago, it became a flat and vast grassland. The desert borders the jungle, and the swamp borders the hills.

He Zichen and Sheng Ling left the small town, went against the direction of the rising sun, and gradually entered the uninhabited wilderness, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way.

He Zichen casually picked a small white six-petal flower on the ground, playfully put it on Sheng Ling's hairpin, looked at it with satisfaction, and said casually, "Sheng Ling, have you noticed that there are so many flowers here?"

Sheng Ling let him toss about without taking the flowers down, and replied after hearing the question: "It seems that we have arrived at the 'Flower Room'."

"Huajian?" He Zichen looked at him in astonishment, frowned and thought for a while, vaguely remembering that he had seen it in a miscellaneous book back then, and he said with a smile, "Then we don't have to hurry, let's appreciate our Youshengguo" Great scenery!"

Sheng Ling nodded and sighed: "Since you've already come in, you can only follow fate."

Huajian may not be the most beautiful place in Yousheng Country, but it must be the most mysterious and magnificent natural place in Yousheng Country.

This is the kingdom of flowers and the hometown of dreams. Legend has it that it was once the garden of the Dream God in the God Realm.

There are flowers everywhere here, most of which are exotic flowers that cannot be seen in other places, but no one can tell how many flowers there are and how big they are.Even the high-altitude Yujian can't see its edge, and even on the map that has been born, Huajian is just a muddled word, and no one knows what size to draw.

This place is too beautiful, but sometimes beauty is also a kind of danger, which makes people addicted and unable to escape.As is the beauty, so is the beauty.

Because of this unknown danger, most people dare not set foot here. There are also ignorant people who stray into the flowers. Going out, this is unknown.

Huajian is a combination of reality and dreams. When they got here, they had already stepped into half a dream.

Said that there is no need to hurry, because the road here cannot be "rushed".

Thinking of something, He Zichen suddenly turned his head, and he saw He Ziyang who was tens of feet behind him.

There is no hiding in dreams.

He Ziyang looked at the flowers all over the ground, stood there at a loss, some didn't know where to step on his feet, he felt anxious, the devilish energy in his body was not controlled well, and it came out, like smudged ink in clear water, floating on him In the air around him, the nearby flowers withered.

Looking at those withered flowers, He Ziyang shrank his steps, his face was a little melancholy.

They walked for an unknown amount of time, and the sun had already set in the west, but they still couldn't see the edge of the flower garden.

All kinds of strange flowers are on the green grass, like a beautiful pavement brocade, spread from their feet to the sky.And the sky is a beautiful and desolate twilight, the burning clouds gradually turn from bright red to gray purple, like the ashes left by the sun are extinguished, and then dim into blue in an instant, with one or two stars falling into the sky.

He Zichen stood in the breeze, looking at the boundless beauty from afar, then turned around suddenly, facing Sheng Ling who was staring into his eyes.

The wind blew Sheng Ling's hair and clothes, and the colorful background behind him made him look as white as a fairy, as if he was going to be blown up by the wind in the next moment.

He Zichen rushed over, and Sheng Ling was thrown to the ground without noticing it for a moment, and rolled twice on the gentle slope, crushing many flowers and plants.He Zichen stood up and looked at Sheng Ling for a moment, his eyes were full of affection that he had never seen before, so hot that Sheng Ling felt that he was about to melt, and looked away a little uncomfortable.

He Zichen looked at it for a while, and suddenly he started giggling all by himself. He kept laughing for no reason, but he couldn't stop for a while.Sheng Ling didn't ask him why he was smiling, and quietly rolled his eyes.

"Sheng Ling." He Zichen called him.

"Ah."

"Sheng Ling." There was a smile in the voice.

"Ok?"

"Sheng Ling, Sheng Ling." Continue calling.

"You... just say something!" Sheng Ling was rarely annoyed.

"It's nothing..." He Zichen turned over and lay beside him, looking at the blue sky and the distant stars, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, "I just realized that I really like you... even more than I thought like."

Sheng Ling didn't speak, and He Zichen didn't turn his head, but he knew that Sheng Ling's heart beat faster.

"I always thought that you hated me." Sheng Ling's voice was so soft that it almost drifted away, "That's why..."

He Zichen continued with a smile: "That's why you avoid me, treat me coldly, turn a blind eye to me, and write you so many 'love letters' without being moved?"

At that time, the monarch died of illness, Baifeng died in battle, and the identities of the two also changed. They were no longer partners who played together, but the monarch of a country and the master of the Star Picking Tower.

At that time, due to some reasons, Sheng Ling was questioned...or it could be called hostility. He Zichen tried his best to mediate during this time, and the pressure was also great. But at this time, Sheng Ling was still very indifferent to him, except for important matters. Apart from speaking in the court, I have no more words with him.

He Zichen was angry and wronged in his heart, coupled with some other misunderstandings between the two of them, he couldn't figure out what kind of person he was in Sheng Ling's heart for a while, and he was a little bit cowering in his heart, and he no longer had the confidence to be arrogant and domineering.

He wanted to go on like this, but every time he saw Sheng Ling's indifferent face facing the undisguised mockery and malice of a group of courtiers, he still couldn't help but soften his heart, and always wanted to get closer to comfort Sheng Ling A few words.

Ziyang is gone, how come the two of them are no different from strangers?

In the end, I was still a little unwilling.

Out of this unwillingness, he brazenly "coincided" with Sheng Ling many times and greeted him with a playful smile, but every time he only got a cold gift and a jade plaque in return.

At that time, Sheng Ling was not yet able to speak, so he kept his previous habit of hanging a jade tablet with the word "Zhiyu" engraved on his waist. Show the jade card to the other party, so as not to be too rude.

When he was young, Sheng Ling used this jade tablet frequently when He Zichen was so annoyed that he didn't want to talk to him. Later, He Zichen became impatient with these two words, and he took a few bamboo tablets with him. They were going to retaliate in their own ways, and then...they had no communication for more than a month.

However, He Zichen was calm, and later he really made him wait for the opportunity.

At that time, Bai Feng was out, so he specially taught Sheng Ling the homework for the next day in advance the night before, and told him to hand it over to the two young masters.Such a task is really demanding for a child like Sheng Ling who can't talk and doesn't like to communicate, but the strange thing is that he and He Ziyang don't need to talk, and one can teach the other quite smoothly. Thanks to the fact that they are too familiar with each other, the tacit understanding does not require words.

But this kind of "tacit understanding" failed with He Zichen.

He didn't make trouble that day, and he was very quiet-because he slept through it.After Sheng Ling pushed him awake, he impatiently showed Sheng Ling the bamboo card he had carried with him for more than a month, and by the way he looked up with a casual and provocative smile.

On that piece of bamboo tablet, there are two big characters written in a pen and ink—Zhiyi.

He Zichen's reasoning is that the three karmas include body karma, oral karma, and mental karma. Since Sheng Ling can practice closed mouth meditation, then of course He Zichen can practice "closed thought meditation".

I don't mention the small fights afterwards, but the final result of this incident is that Bai Feng softly "taught" Sheng Ling after returning, and asked him to try to use less words in the future. You can communicate in other ways; and then cast a curse on He Zichen in a pleasant manner, so that he can only eat, drink, and sleep for three consecutive days, his mind is hazy, and he has a headache when he thinks for a while.

Seven days later, Bai Feng asked softly: "Young master, do you still want to 'stop meaning'?" A black-hearted fox with a bad stomach!

Sheng Ling was really soft-hearted, and after three days of watching He Zichen with a dumb face, he probably felt a little guilty, and he really seldom used words from then on.

When Sheng Ling once again dealt with him with the words card, He Zichen knew in his heart that some things might not be explained clearly, and he didn't want to explain, not because he was afraid that the description would become darker, but because the guilt in his heart made him unable to explain it clearly. Open your mouth.

Not wanting to talk about too many heavy topics, He Zichen greeted Sheng Ling jokingly every time, but he never got a response, so he decided to exchange letters.

The content of the letter is also some frivolous, funny and nonsensical sour poems like "the king is in the star picking tower, and I live in Fuyue palace. I can see the stars every day, but I can't dream of the moon every night". A casual word of concern or comfort.

He thought that the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet high, Sheng Ling will never even read the letter.

As he thought, Sheng Ling did read the letter, and the person who opened the letter gave him a stop sign.

He Zichen had a heart attack.