Qu clear as promised

The snow was getting lighter, and Zhu Zhiyi could clearly see that Liang Hui's horse couldn't hold on anymore. He had just been injured by a knife on the valley road, and he galloped for dozens of miles, and now he was trembling. Suddenly, Liang Hui on the horseback was covered with old wounds and new wounds were added, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression was forbearing and indifferent, but Zhu Zhiyi still caught a glimpse of pain.

There are wounded soldiers behind them, and there is no reason to ask them to give up their horses. On the battlefield, they are not monarchs and ministers who are superior or inferior, but generals and soldiers fighting side by side.

Zhu Zhiyi stretched out his hand to Liang Hui: "The emperor and his ministers ride together." The horse should be able to barely reach the camp after the burden is reduced.

Liang Hui lost a lot of blood and his face was pale, but he still smiled and asked feebly, "You invite me to ride together?"

"?" Zhu Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I invite the emperor."

The soldiers at the back saw their king turning over and jumping onto the queen's horse, but why...is the emperor sitting in front of the queen?

It was Zhu Zhiyi who was worried and insisted that Liang Hui sit at the front so that he could keep an eye on his injuries at any time under his nose.

Zhu Zhiyi hugged Liang Hui empty-handedly with one hand, and held the rein with the other hand. The blood seeped into Liang Hui's clothes and wet Zhu Zhiyi's palm. It smelled fishy and sticky. Zhu Zhiyi's fingers trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look down. .

Liang Hui had been protecting him all the time, whenever Zhong Yan wanted to get close to him, Liang Hui was like a bloodbathed Rakshasa from the underground palace, not giving the other party a chance to touch him.The red-eyed Hades rested his head on his shoulder weakly at this moment.

Zhu Zhiyi was afraid that he would fall asleep, so she talked to him one after another: "What is the emperor thinking?"

"I'm thinking about how many older brothers and younger brothers the Queen has."

"..."

Liang Hui's eyes that had been closed before opened a slit to stare at him, the northern Qiang general and Jingzhou celebrity, and now another southwestern staff member came, tsk, it's terrible.

Before, he only thought that Zhong Yan was Zhu Zhiyi's fellow student, or the former Taifu's former lover, but he was more cruel and ruthless, and he was afraid that he would miss his old love and need to be guarded against. Looking at it today, it is not that simple.

Almost immediately, he noticed the other party's complex and subtle emotions towards Zhu Zhiyi and his strong jealousy towards him.

Zhu Zhiyi said righteously: "How can he be my brother Zhumen?"

Liang Hui: "..."

The "brother" he said seems to be quite different from the "brother" in the other party's mouth.

"Oh? Why?" Liang Hui asked, "I think he never forgets you as a senior brother."

Zhu Zhiyi didn't care about his yin and yang strangeness because of his bruises all over his body, and briefly told Liang Hui about the past. Liang Hui thought that Zhu Zhiyi might really be an elm, and he was glad that he was an elm.

"Qinggui is so unfeeling." Liang Hui said deliberately with his eyes half downcast.

Zhu Zhiyi bowed his head, Liang Hui's face was pale like a ghost, his brows and eyes were even darker, and his lips were bloody, adding a bit of evil spirit.

"Unfeeling?" Zhu Zhiyi was afraid that he would fall, so he hugged him a little tighter, "It's just that the way is different and there is no conspiracy.

Liang Hui let out a muffled laugh, closed his eyes, and thought that Zhu Qinggui's way is too difficult. I am afraid that only gods and great saints in this world can keep up. Qingrui is different, doesn't Qingrui also often don't want to conspire with me?"

Zhu Zhiyi said, "No."

"How can you be the same as him!"

Liang Hui's heart skipped a beat, and he rubbed his head on his shoulder weakly, insisting on asking: "What's the difference?" The dark thoughts are the same, the despicable methods are the same, even the possession and desire for Zhu Zhiyi are the same, If you really want to talk about other things, I'm afraid he will be much more outrageous.

Zhu Zhiyi held him firmly, lowered her head, and her gentle breath lingered in Liang Hui's ears: "I said before, the minister used to be the weak who pityed himself, the emperor was the strong who saved himself, and Zhong Yan was the humble who fell from himself. "

"Zhong Yan was nurtured by his grandfather, helped by Ce Zhao, and cared by his fellow disciples in the face of adversity, but he still chose to blame God and others for his kindness and revenge. The emperor had nothing at the most difficult time. He occasionally helped Mr. Shi, and he never forgot him. The grace of a meal."

"Bottom line, that's the difference."

"We can't choose our origin or circumstances, but we can still choose what kind of person we become."

"There will be no pure and kind people in this world. Judging a person does not depend on whether he does good or evil, or whether his means are ruthless. There are many unavoidable things in this world, but all of them come down to the bottom line. "

"The bottom line determines the lower limit, and also determines the root."

"Therefore, the emperor and I can be harmonious but different, but Zhong Yan is completely different from the root. We believe differently, so why force it." He gave the other party many chances, but the other party didn't want it, and... He really will never forget the time when he was so rare. The lively and enthusiastic Ce Zhao showed his lifeless appearance.

Liang Huiyou opened his eyes quietly. Zhu Zhiyi is like this. He is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. He abides by his principles with extremely strict standards. If you touch his bottom line, he will never look at you again until he dies.

Thinking of this, Liang Hui panicked a little bit.

With puzzled eyes, Zhu Zhiyi lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liang Hui smiled half-truth and half-fake: "I'm apprehensive, afraid that Qinggui will treat me like this sometime."

"..., no," Zhu Zhiyi thought to himself, although Liang Hui was ruthless, goofy, and very fake, sometimes it really made people gnash their teeth, but he just subconsciously tolerated this person more, even a lot Sometimes, there will be an inexplicable... pity.

He still doesn't know the reason now, and he won't understand until a long time later, it's called preference.

People's hearts are inherently biased. For a selfless person like Zhu Zhiyi, there will be people who want to be biased in this world.

He said: "Liang Junting, I know some of the things you did, and there are still many things I don't know, but as long as you don't go too far, I will never treat you like this."

These words really sounded like the bodhisattva who had always abided by the rules and precepts wanted to break the precepts for him. Liang Hui was a little happy in his heart, but he didn't show it, he just said "oh".

The mountain road was bumpy, and the horse was tripped. Zhu Zhiyi felt that the blood flowing on her hands was more and thicker, and her palms could no longer hold it.

The muscles in Liang Hui's waist and abdomen trembled slightly, and his body became colder and colder. Zhu Zhiyi knew that he was in pain, but he didn't say anything. He was afraid that Liang Hui would faint. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and touched his lips.

Liang Hui's consciousness was about to fall into a sea of ​​ice when he suddenly woke up: "What are you doing?"

"?" Zhu Zhiyi was taken aback by his big reaction, and explained, "Didn't you say..." The more he said, the lower his voice: "Your mother said that the pain will be less painful?"

Zhu Zhiyi didn't know if it was the right way to kiss her, so she asked, "Is that so?

"..." Liang Hui stared at him quietly, and said softly, "That's right."

Zhu Zhiyi asked with concern: "Do you feel better?"

Liang Hui raised his head, and stuck his lips along his chin to his white earlobe. Without touching it, he exhaled: "The dose is too small."

He showed Zhu Zhiyi the puddle of blood on his hand, "No matter how pity Qinggui is, pity me."

Zhu Zhiyi was frightened by the shocking blood on his hands, and the blood dripped between his fingers, so he had to stick to Liang Hui's lips for a long time, and let him stick his tongue into his mouth, lick and bite, I didn't know how many times I kissed along the way, and finally made it to the camp.