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King's Mansion.

There was panic and silence, waiting for the servants to wait outside the noble room, the expressions of the masters were different, King Jing paced back and forth anxiously, the princess was hesitant to speak with pity in his eyes, and several young masters also looked inside worriedly and curiously.

Feng was shocked to leave the palace, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse.

"Emperor One One" before the singing of the big peng in front of the imperial court fell, a person rushed in from outside the door, and after a while, a large group of black attendants followed up.

Liang Hui strode into the courtyard with a tense expression, ignoring the servants who knelt on the ground in the palace and the master who came up to him in fear, his heart was beating almost to a standstill, and he drove straight in without saying a word, and finally saw him People who have been thinking about more than 200 days.

With just one look, the string in Liang Hui's brain broke.

The man who had been thinking about it day and night and became a demon lay silently before him, thin, haggard, and dying.

When I came, the excitement and joy that rushed out of my soul cooled down a little bit, and my heart felt a dull pain like being run over.

Zhu Zhiyi lay pale in front of him, her cheeks were sunken, her jaw, collarbone, and arms were sharply cut, her blue bones and veins protruded, and only a fragile skeleton was left to support her.

Motionless, like gods and Buddhas feeding blood to eagles, like Avalokitesvara who sacrificed his life for Purdue, like a widow who is in limbo.

Liang Hui's eyes suddenly became wet, three years, how did Zhu Zhiyi come here?Where did this injury come from?He wanted to know, but didn't dare to know.

Liang Hui's sore throat rolled, and he held his breath and carefully touched and hugged him, like holding a handful of fragile jewels, or touching a page as thin as a cicada's wing, as if he only needs a little use. Without force, the opponent will shatter and disappear.

It took a long time for the imperial physician to come and go.

As soon as the door of the wing room opened, the people outside all knelt on the ground again.

Seeing the emperor walking out with the queen in his arms, King Jing went straight to the dragon sedan chair with a calm face, not daring to step forward to get in the way. He was still uneasy in his heart. Whether the queen was injured to save his young son depends on the fact that the emperor has been injured in the past few years. For the madness of the queen, I don't know if he will remember to respect the palace.

Eunuch Hai, who was still accompanying the emperor on errands, turned back two steps when he reached the door, and gave him a reassurance: "Don't worry, my lord, the sage is not a person who doesn't know who is right." One person, the other people have no time to go along with it.

These words were cryptic, but reassuring, the prince hurriedly responded: "Hey, thank you, Eunuch Hai, for your advice, this king will save it."

Zhu Zhiyi felt hot, and the warm breath pressed against his face like a thick soft cloud, with the smell of wet water, and it seemed that the rising tide wrapped him airtight.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and met a pair of earnest and anxious eyes, which were different from the calm and decisive face outside the city gate in his usual dream. He didn't take it seriously, and slowly closed his eyelids.

Hot water drops landed on his lips in a "ba da" and it was so hot that it hit his heart.

Waking up again from a deep, deep dream, his whole body was in pain, but the surroundings were soft and warm. This time, he really smelled the familiar sandalwood that he had dreamed about thousands of times.

Candles are flickering, is it at night?

How long has he slept?It took Zhu Zhiyi a while to see clearly the person in front of him who was hugging him tightly without blinking his eyes, his heart was full, and he suddenly asked, "Aren't you sleeping?"

As soon as the words fell, both of them were startled, no one thought that after three years, the first words of goodbye would be like this.

Zhu Zhiyi was only half awake at first, but now she is fully awake.

It was too abrupt, he fell asleep, and the joy of reunion occupied his mind. Time has changed, and the familiarity and casualness between him and the other party have long been separated by separation and time. The person in front of him is Liang Hui, but I don't know if it's the Liang Hui in his memory, Zhu Zhiyi vigilantly restrained his expression and pleaded guilty: "The emperor forgives——"

Liang Hui suddenly leaned over and lowered his head, and pressed his lips tightly against his lips, holding it lightly, with a hint of heartbreak, he was afraid that Zhu Zhiyi would not be able to bear any touch.

Zhu Zhiyi's lips became red and moist before he let go, Zhu Zhiyi: "Chen——"

Before he finished speaking, he was kissed again, "Well——"

Liang Huihan Zhu Zhiyi's lips, like a desperate believer kissing a god statue, indulged, obsessed, and restrained, lest he offend and frighten.

"I dare not sleep, I want to keep looking at you." Liang Hui said hoarsely, his eyes were deep and soft.

If he didn't close his eyes, this person would disappear in a blink of an eye. Zhu Zhiyi's appearance was unreal, and Liang Hui had to keep watching repeatedly to confirm.

People who have lost and regained can't get enough of it. Zhu Zhiyi also has a kind of fragile and tough beauty in serious injuries, vigorous, delicate, and heroic. Liang Hui couldn't help reaching out to touch his temples.

"..."

As if he was not used to the reunion after a long absence, he switched to such a straightforward and intimate mode so quickly and directly. Zhu Zhiyi moved his body a little uncomfortably, and only then did he realize that Liang Hui was hugging her in an extremely intimate posture. He, gently, carefully, but impenetrably.

His whole body fell into the gentle but strong embrace of the other party, and there was nothing to hide from every move, frown and frown.

Zhu Zhiyi's heart throbbed and she flinched.

Liang Hui's eyes are also...complicated. Zhu Zhiyi is still not clear-headed and can't explain it. It always reminds him of beautiful flower snakes or sharp-toothed snow wolves. It's the eagerness of beasts to see the treasure, but also Wrapped in heavy heartache and mourning, it was too complicated for him to understand.

How could there be such an expression on Liang Hui's face?Like a blazing fire, it was about to burn him.

This was very different from the calm young king in his memory, even before he left to be a hostage, the other party was still expressionless.

What happened in these years?

For a while, no one said anything, as if they wanted to make up for the faces they hadn't seen all these years.

The candles were orange and red, and the night tent was warm and warm. After all, Zhu Zhiyi couldn't bear Liang Hui's fiery and earnest gaze, and opened his mouth first: "That Tong Jun——"

"He's fine."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi had no choice but to say again, "The minister is in the south, and I heard that the situation in Nanzhao has changed. The king of Yunchang is old, his son is still young, his family is in power, and the tribes below are about to move. Your Majesty, be careful."

"..."

Zhu Zhiyi added: "There is still the Ye Sai area, has the emperor thought about sending troops to take it over?"

"If I can go back to the capital, I will rely on others to help me, and I will repay my kindness." Not only to save Jiangzhuli, but also the people there who are addicted to Gu making.

Liang Hui's lips were pursed into a line, and only now did he feel a little bit of real feeling-Zhu Zhiyi has really come back, to be able to talk about state affairs in a serious manner at this moment and in a serious crisis There is no second person in the world.

I can't help feeling sad in my heart, Zhu Zhiyi is still the same Zhu Zhiyi, and there are always many people and things in my heart. Even after three years of separation, Liang Hui will never occupy a place, but he dare not show his sadness and sadness , Not daring to offend Zhu Zhiyi, the phrase "Have you ever thought about me" was swallowed by him.

Zhu Zhiyi: "Your Majesty, are you—"

"Don't call me that." Liang Hui lowered his eyes halfway, almost begging in pain. He couldn't stand Zhu Zhiyi's mouthful of "emperor, monarch and subject" like this. He begged loudly, "Didn't Qinggui stop calling my name?"

He kissed Zhu Zhiyi's forehead, his lips mumbled, and his voice was hoarse and low: "You used to call me by my name."

Liang Hui's kiss moved to Zhu Zhiyi's eyes, and he asked sadly, "Did you forget my words again?"

"?" Zhu Zhiyi raised his wet black eyelashes with some doubts. The emperor in his memory who was always at ease seemed to have changed. Zhu Zhiyi had to blink slightly blankly: "No."

"Liang Junting." Zhu Zhiyi asked slowly, "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Well, I heard it." Liang Hui's tone suddenly became very obedient, gentle and doting, "Depend on you, everything depends on you, okay?"

"..."

Liang Hui closed his eyes, pressed against Zhu Zhiyi's temples, sniffed deeply in his ear, and kissed gently, like a drug addict.

Zhu Zhiyi's back was slightly stiff, and Liang Hui, whose temperament had changed drastically, made him feel a little confused and... weird.

Liang Hui hugged him even tighter, and pressed his face lightly against his, so that the breath, smell, and body temperature of the two people were intertwined, regardless of each other, but he still felt that it was not enough, not close enough, not intimate enough, it was better I wish Zhiyi could turn into a vine, entangled with him forever, until death, even a slight separation would make people feel unbearable and suffocating.

Liang Hui tilted his head, his bottomless gaze swept his earlobe and eye tip inch by inch quietly and slowly, and asked softly, "Apart from these? Is there anything else Qing Gui wants to tell me?"

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