Qu clear as promised

"Hate into nothingness, thousands of grass withered, I am fortunate to be young and regretful."

"The sky is long, the road is far away, the soul is broken, and the devil's dream ends when it enters Yuanshui."

The more Zhu Zhiyi watched, the more frightened she became.

"Qiuzhong Guming, it's over once and for all." Is there no one to accompany Liang Hui even during the Mid-Autumn Festival?The flowers are perfect, the moon is full, and the lights of thousands of families are full. He is alone and not alone.

"When you are sick, you lie down and think about yourself, and your hair grows gray in the morning." Is it sick?Can't sleep all night.

Zhu Zhiyi's heart ached, and it was the first time that he seriously thought about how Liang Hui had lived in the past three years. He thought that the other party finally got what he wanted, that all the people returned to his heart, and that he was in high spirits, but it didn't seem to be the case.

Liang Hui didn't seem to be having a good time, otherwise how could he "broke his soul and refused to return it", weeping blood every word, shocking every sentence, lonely, closed, world-weary, heartbroken, it makes people feel uncomfortable to see.

When Liang Hui arrived, he saw Zhu Zhiyi leaning against the plum tree in a daze, her clothes fluttering, white petals rustled down, and her body was full of fragrance, like a fairy falling into the world of mortals.

His eyes deepened, and it was exactly the same as the picture he had imagined.

When he planted these plum trees, he thought that one day Zhu Zhiyi would be able to dance swords and draw paintings, read books and enjoy the moon here. The roots of this land, flowers and trees have infiltrated his blood, sweat and tears, and now they are finally rooted and graceful. Rugai, just like his affection, is endless and flourishing.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't know what he was thinking with his head down, when someone came over and took away a petal of falling plum on his shoulder.

Liang Hui put the cloak on him: "It's windy."

Zhu Zhiyi curled the corner of her mouth, but she looked a little depressed. Liang Hui guessed that he didn't like this flower forest.

But Zhu Zhiyi praised sincerely: "The emperor's flowers are planted very well."

He grew up in a well-known family in the capital since he was a child, and he has also admired a lot of oiran treasures. He can tell that this piece of plum tree has put a lot of effort into it.

Liang Hui is very capable and very aesthetically pleasing, he can do whatever he wants very well, it is hard not to be tempted, at least Zhu Zhiyi is irresistible.

"This is your flower. I planted it for you." Liang Hui quietly locked his eyes and reminded, "When you were in Jinzhou, you said you liked Mo Mei."

Zhu Zhiyi was taken aback, and opened her mouth, as if a hand pinched the softest part of her heart, neither light nor heavy, making her heart sore and soft.

He bent his eyes: "Liang Junting, thank you for remembering, and thank you for the flowers."

Liang Hui didn't think it was a big deal: "What is this?"

The two walked together, Zhu Zhiyi said helplessly: "The emperor looks at the flowers, don't always look at the minister, the minister...is not pretty."

Zhu Zhiyi has never been a person who cares about appearance. For the first time, he felt that his emaciated and skinny appearance couldn't bear Liang Hui's deep and quiet gaze. He just wanted to hide his embarrassment, weakness and sick.

"Don't talk nonsense," Liang Hui frowned. He restrained himself and endured it, but no matter how many flowers bloomed, his gaze finally returned to Zhu Zhiyi unconsciously. His face was expressionless, but his words were screaming The face of the person is hot: "The rules are clear to me, like cherry blossoms and apricots, like clouds and clouds, and everything in the world is not as good as one."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi's heart was throbbing with his calm but deep gaze, and he turned his eyes away and said, "Maybe it's just that the emperor keeps his eyes on the front. If you look farther and farther, you will feel how far the world is How wide-ranging it is, one by one in front of you, but it’s nothing more than mediocrity.”

Liang Hui pursed his lips and said no more.

Zhu Zhiyi looked at the snow that was about to bend the branches, and Mo Mei showed her tender bones: "The snow will be auspicious and the year will be a good spring."

Liang Hui quietly stood behind him, thinking, there is no need for the next year, as long as Xiao Yi gets close to Zhu Zhiyi, his world will be transformed into a bright spring.

Where there is Zhu Zhiyi, it is spring.

If I can't keep him in the end, then he will stay in this snowy winter forever.

But even though it was extremely cold this year, he was reluctant to come out.

When Liang Hui came, Zhu Zhiyi couldn't take a closer look at the wooden plaques full of the king's thoughts, so he had to suppress his restless curiosity, and he would have read it sooner before he came.

Liang Hui cut a few luxuriant plum branches for him and took them back to hydroponics. Zhu Zhiyi held them in his hand.

Passing by the West Twelve Palaces where the former concubines lived, Zhu Zhiyi wanted to ask Liang Hui why he dismissed the harem and how the previous dynasty explained it, but in the end he didn't ask.

The copper stove was turned on for dinner.

Liang Hui ordered people to cook the nourishing and conditioning medicinal materials prescribed by Yizheng together with the mutton. The soup base was fragrant, but no amount of treasures could hide the smell of medicine.

Zhu Zhiyi frowned and said: "Next time the emperor asks people to cook separately, there is no need to be exposed to this medicine."

You can't take medicine indiscriminately, because the medicine is three-point poisonous. If you take too much medicine, you will get sick even if you don't get sick.

"No need." Liang Hui didn't take it seriously at all, "I want to eat the same meal as you." He wanted to taste the bitterness that Zhu Zhiyi had suffered, and he had to remember it firmly.

Zhu Zhiyi looked at him, not knowing what to say.

The taste of the last medicine was extremely bad, and he often spit it out after swallowing it. Liang Hui went out of the palace in the rain to Shiting to buy the candied fruit he liked when he visited the temple fair.

He didn't send anyone, so he went in person, and when he came back, he was drenched and secretly changed his clothes in the side room, warmed himself up, and then came to the bedroom to feed him medicine.

Zhu Zhiyi knows, he knows.

Knowing that every time Liang Hui came back, he warmed his clothes first before approaching him; knew that the protruding skin on the inner side of his arms had carved his name with cinnabar; knew that when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would silently stare at himself in the dark for a long time ;Knowing that he would wash and dry his underclothes filled with plasters and blood pus with his own hands, as if he did not pretend to be the hands of others... Little by little, every detail, every detail, he would not say anything, but did a lot silently, Don't take these good things seriously.

But Zhu Zhiyi can't take it seriously, can't pretend not to know, and turn a blind eye.

Now Liang Junting in front of him is not popular for not playing tricks, but it is even more sinking and difficult to resist.

It was because he was too cowardly to try. Thinking about it this way, I really feel sorry for him.

Not allowed to drink, Zhu Zhiyi poured half a bowl of soup and held it up: "I respect the emperor for a cup."

Liang Hui was surprised, and put down the chopsticks for blanching vegetables: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Liang Junting, thank you for your care, my health has improved a lot." Although he didn't give up, he was always prepared for his own illness. He had to admit that it was Liang Hui's strong will And the constant companionship made him feel a sense of security and hope.

Liang Hui opened his mouth and poured himself half a bowl of soup without saying anything.

Because there is no need to speak, to confess, to retain, to express one's heartfelt feelings, there is no need to express one's heart. Some things can no longer be expressed with the mouth. If the affection is too strong, words and words can't bear its weight. It can only rely on actions, and the other party can feel it naturally. .

Zhu Zhiyi solemnly said again: "Thank you, the emperor, for fulfilling my long-cherished wish. For this cup, I thank the emperor on behalf of my grandfather and fellow family members of the Zhu clan."

This is the opportunity for them to meet at the beginning, and today they can also come to a satisfactory result. They all got what they wanted. Zhu Zhiyi is very pleased. The heavy burden that has been lying in his heart has finally been let go, and his life seems to have become easier. up.

Liang Hui continued to give him vegetables, and said: "Don't thank me, they have to thank Qinggui. Now that the wish is over, then live for yourself and do what you want, you still have my backing .”

This is the truth, no matter whether Zhu Zhiyi stays with him in the end, whether he is a husband and wife or a monarch, he hopes that Zhu Zhiyi can live a chic and reckless life in the future, and he will always be behind him.

Zhu Zhiyi smiled lightly, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Liang Junting." He thought for a while, and asked seriously in a low voice, "Do you think it's good for us to be friends." Husband and wife are common, but confidants are hard to find.

"..." Liang Hui didn't feel it, so he didn't speak.

Zhu Zhiyi said: "I want to take advantage of the sunshine tomorrow to worship my grandfather."

Liang Hui subconsciously wanted to say "I'll go with you", and then withdrew his words. Zhu Zhiyi went to sacrifice his relatives for the first time after returning to Beijing. He probably had a lot of personal things to say, and it would be inconvenient if someone was around. He said, "Okay , I ordered people to prepare incense and paper products."

Zhu Zhiyi: "Don't bother, my grandfather doesn't care about that, so I'll just talk to him."

Even though he said so, Liang Hui still prepared the tribute for worship, and repeatedly asked his entourage to guard him strictly before going to the court.

When entering the ancestral hall, you need to bring a sacrificial manuscript. Zhu Zhiyi stretched out his hand silently, then clenched it into a fist. He tried it a few times, and was worried that he might not be able to hold the pen firmly.

He has a Changbai Jianhao, which was given to him by his grandfather when he entered the South Study Room, and he has been using it all the time. He also carried it with him when he entered the palace for the provincial examination, general examination, and imperial examination.

He didn't find it in the study, so he looked for the wing room in the veranda. Qiao Yi said that since Liang Hui moved to Fengsui Palace three years ago, he had treasured all his things and sealed them up in the wing room.

As soon as she stepped through the door, Zhu Zhiyi's pupils shrank slightly.