Your Majesty doesn't know

They are really a pair of particularly beautiful eyes, cool and beautiful narrow and long eye shape, but the pupils are black and moist, and there is a bit of affection in the coldness, which is especially eye-catching on the face of this white man.

He Zichen secretly sighed in admiration, and felt a little unhappy when he realized it. This person's eyes and voice were clear and cold, and his expression was very calm, but he himself didn't know how to put his hands and feet for a moment-why? !This is his bed!Acting like a master on someone else's bed, what a wife...

So bold!Domineering!charming!

Well, good-looking can be forgiven for everything, it's just so unprincipled.

He Zichen chuckled and said, "I haven't seen enough."

"The eyebrows are like thousands of layers of snow in the distant mountains, and the eyes are like stars in the pond..." He stretched out a finger to frivolously lift the man's chin, and teased, "I'm afraid I can't get enough of such a beauty in my whole life..." ..."

"... In your eyes, I am a beauty?" As a man, he was teased like this, but the man didn't get angry, on the contrary, he looked a little weird.

He Zichen said without hesitation: "That's natural, I only see it in my life, and forget the world when I see it."

Of course, his "biography" of "only seen in his life" can only refer to these days since he woke up.

The man didn't see any reaction after hearing his praise. He collected his expression, lowered his eyes, and returned to his indifferent look, "You've never said that before."

"What?" He Zichen pretended to be shocked, "I never praised you for being good-looking before? This, this is really inappropriate!" After a pause, he continued: "But maybe I was too shy before. , I never praised him with my mouth, but I must have praised it many times in my heart."

I don't know which of his words was too shameless, that person Gujing Wubo's expression fluctuated slightly, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't, his expression looked a little pale.

Seeing his expression, He Zichen suddenly stopped smiling, not in the mood to make fun of it.To make fun of and make fun of is to make the other party smile successfully. Since you can't laugh, you don't have to force it. It makes him... upset.

He Zichen asked, "What's your name?"

The man's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were like cold stars, and his voice was like a cold spring.

"Sheng Ling."

"Sheng Ling, Sheng Ling..." He Zichen held these two words between his lips and murmured repeatedly, each sound becoming more familiar, as if he had called this name thousands of times.

Sheng Ling got up and put on a white silver-trimmed robe, stood by the bed and looked at him, and asked, "Did you feel any discomfort these days after you woke up? Or did you have any strange feelings?"

He Zichen was still sitting on the bed, and Shengling from this angle was like a flower in the snowy mountains. He was clearly standing here, but it made people feel beautiful and far away.He Zichen looked at this person, feeling both familiar and strange came to his mind, he didn't pay attention to what Sheng Ling said for a while, and he didn't react until the other person asked him again.

"I don't have any physical discomfort, but I keep having some weird dreams... For example, I dreamed that I turned into a piano and was chopped off by myself. It's like a dream, and it's like a memory from the past. In short, it's quite weird."

He Zichen recounted the dream he had in the study that day in detail. Sheng Ling's expression moved slightly as he heard it, as if he was recalling something, and soon regained his composure.

"Did you put Jueyin...a broken-stringed violin in the study?" After listening quietly, Sheng Ling asked.

"That's right, how do you know?" He Zichen was surprised, but quickly understood something, and asked hesitantly, "Those... are all things that actually happened?"

"Yeah." Sheng Ling said lightly, "The Jueyin is a guqin made of Shenmu as its body and female silk as its strings. Spirituality has been born in the long years. You cut off the strings so that it can no longer make sound. As a reference, let you also experience the feeling of being broken by a sword."

"It's true...I'm such a bastard..." He Zichen murmured in a daze, and suddenly remembered something, "Why did I do such a bastard thing? And this Qin Ling...won't want revenge Me?"

"Don't worry, this 'Qin Ling' is just a trace of chaotic spiritual consciousness, without substance and spiritual power, and ordinary people can't feel its existence at all. But you have a special constitution, and your soul is temporarily unstable, so you are called Influenced by this subtle spiritual consciousness."

"As for why you cut off the strings..." Sheng Ling paused and said softly, "Perhaps, it's because he hates its owner."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but He Zichen felt that the breath on his body was a little lonely and sad.

"Your Majesty, General Luo is here to visit you, Your Majesty..." Qingsong suddenly ran in and was dumbfounded when she saw Sheng Ling beside the bed, "National, National Teacher, you, your hair..."

He Zichen was not surprised to hear that Sheng Ling was the legendary national teacher, perhaps he had such an intuition before.

After Qingsong finished speaking, he felt that he had talked too much, and how could he be allowed to intervene in the matter of the Master of the State Teacher, so he quickly bent down and bowed to make up for it: "I have seen the Master of the State Teacher, and you have come to visit His Majesty so early, you have a heart."

He Zichen thought: "It's more than that, those who come in the middle of the night are more caring."

He couldn't help imagining what it would be like if Qingsong came in a moment earlier and saw Sheng Ling lying on his bed, thinking about it unexpectedly gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

The saint asked, "What did you just say?"

Qingsong dodged his eyes, and said falteringly: "Luo, General Luo is here..." After speaking, he held his breath, waiting for Sheng Ling to respond.

The room was silent for a while, and He Zichen felt strange, but he still didn't ask what he wanted to ask.After a while, Sheng Ling turned around, with a calm face, stretched out his hands to put on He Zichen's robe, and even bent down to put on shoes and socks for him.

He Zichen looked down at him. For such a cold and noble person, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart when he naturally did this kind of thing for himself.The excitement that was about to move was suppressed by the inexplicable sourness.

After putting on his shoes and socks, Sheng Ling stood up, "Your Majesty, the one who came to see you, do you want to see him?"

His expression was calm and calm, and he obviously didn't show any signs, but for some reason, He Zichen always felt that he didn't seem to want to meet that General Luo by himself, but at the same time, he didn't intend to stop himself.

"Qingsong, please invite General Luo to my study, I will come later." After a little hesitation, He Zichen said.

As soon as he said this, Qingsong slightly widened his eyes, seemed a little stunned, but went obediently.After Qingsong left, He Zichen tidied his clothes and was about to comb his hair, but Sheng Ling took the wooden comb first, and said to him, "Let me do it."

He Zichen was a little surprised, usually he would do these things by himself, and he didn't need the servants to serve him, but when Sheng Ling proposed, he didn't refuse.

In the mirror, one person is dressed in black and has black hair, the other has silver hair and white robe, one is loose and the other is quiet. They seem to be out of place, but they are extremely harmonious.

"Sheng Ling," He Zichen said suddenly, with a serious expression on his face, without any teasing, he said seriously, "We must have been very close before, right?"

Sheng Ling's hand that was combing his hair stopped, and his clear and quiet eyes looked at him in the mirror, and then shifted his gaze to his hair as if nothing had happened, "We... are indeed very familiar."

very familiar.

It seemed that he gave an affirmative answer, but in fact he avoided his question.After all, familiarity does not necessarily mean intimacy. It seems that there may have been some rifts between him and this Master of the National Teacher in the past.

He Zichen noticed this keenly, but pretended not to hear anything, raised his brows lightly, and laughed.

"I'll just say..." He purposely prolonged his tone, the smile on his face was as bright as the sun, "The relationship between being able to climb into my bed in the middle of the night must be very close."

He purposely spoke frivolously in such a frivolous way, wanting to see how the master of the state, who was admired by everyone, would react, would he speak harshly, or give him a cold glance?Or make fun of him?Either way, he was looking forward to it.

Sheng Ling's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a fleeting arc, like a wry smile that hadn't yet formed.

"Your Majesty was joking, you don't need much intimacy to climb into His Majesty's bed." It didn't seem like a mockery, Sheng Ling seemed to be just stating a fact calmly, but this "fact" made He Zichen a little unacceptable, "Go up Sheng Ling is not the first person in your bed, nor will he be the last."

how come……

He Zichen was dumbfounded, it sounded like he used to be a slut... Although he still looks like a slut now, he always felt that he should not be so casual. This kind of vague trust in his integrity made him I can't quite believe that I am this kind of person.

"It's His Majesty's study..."

Sheng Ling combed his hair, took an ink-colored ribbon and tied it casually. After tidying it up, he looked at him in the mirror again, and there was no emotion in his voice, "You used to never let others in. Your study."

He used to be able to let people go to his bed at will, but he didn't allow anyone to enter his study?He Zichen was taken aback for a moment, then thought, he just asked that general Luo to wait for him in the study...

"I..." He Zichen frowned, stood up and turned to look at Sheng Ling, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go." Sheng Ling turned sideways and made a gesture of "please" without a trace of expression on his face, "General Luo must have been waiting for a long time."

He Zichen sighed from the bottom of his heart, and decided to go to meet the first... No, the second General Luo, who came to visit him, came out of the bedroom, and after ordering Zizhu to make tea for the Master, he went straight to the study go.

In the study room, a woman in Tsing Yi stood sideways in front of the shelf. She had a graceful figure, her hair was like a waterfall, and half of her profile face was exposed, which was very beautiful.At this time, the woman was playing with the kite, her expression and posture were very casual, and she didn't seem to be in someone else's territory at all.He Zichen stood at the door and coughed.

The woman turned her head when she heard the sound, she didn't panic when she saw He Zichen, she calmly put the kite back on the shelf, went to the study room to have a look, then breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a bright look at He Zichen Smiling, he punched him on the shoulder.

"He Zichen, are you really resurrected? That's great!"

The author has something to say:

Regarding the setting, let’s talk a little bit about it. This is an overhead small world (why it is called a “small world” will be mentioned later), so it is different from any dynasty in history, and there will be many confusing names, such as Chenchen His mother is the queen mother, not the wife, but before Chenchen became the emperor, he was the son, not the prince... Wait, whenever you feel that it is nonsense, just silently say "The author is happy" [Hey, there are ghosts in this world, but except Most of the people outside the Zhaixing Building are ordinary people (the people in the Zhaixing Building are equivalent to half immortals), and the Zhaixing Building is located in the palace, so it can be regarded as a ruler. The star building is responsible for dealing with evil spirits and ghosts. The two cooperate and coordinate with each other. There is no saying that anyone has a higher status than the other. Maybe the star picking building is more mysterious. In the peaceful and prosperous age, the star picking building does not have a strong sense of existence. , in the hearts of the common people, the Zhaixing Tower naturally has a higher status.

In addition, etiquette is not so strict, so it is not particularly strange to see someone calling the monarch by his name.A little bit close to the ancient times, even if it is the identity of His Majesty Jiangzi, there is no Sangong and Sixth Court, it is still monogamous, most like Ehuang and Nvying, there are no "eunuchs" in the palace, so Qingsong Qingbai and others have little JJ of……

As for why it is set like this, because I think that since the background is already so nonsense, why should it be based on reality or history, why not be more nonsense and change it to a setting that I prefer ╮(╯▽╰)╭