Qu clear as promised

"Afterwards, I was able to sit firmly on the dragon chair, and I was able to work hard, partly because of you." He didn't love the country very much, nor did he love the people, and he didn't even have a sense of belonging to Daliang. The benevolence and benevolence in his humanity have been trampled and worn out.

For Liang Hui, this world is purgatory, and he is tortured every day.

He was born to suffer, and when he was rubbed by others, no one in the world came to save him, so why should he love the world and save the world now.

Except Zhu Zhiyi.

Liang Hui doesn't love common people, but loves Zhu Zhiyi: "I'm just afraid that if you come back, you'll be disappointed in me, Zhu Qinggui," he said with lowered eyes, "You are my last belief, and I want to give you a peaceful and prosperous life."

"I don't want it, but I know what you want." That is the lofty wish that Zhu Zhiyi has pursued since he was a boy, and it is the highest ideal that he will not give up even if he throws his life and blood.

When Liang Hui was the loneliest and most tormented, he also had evil thoughts. Why should his loved one die for the country in exchange for the happiness of thousands of families, the reunion of thousands of families, and the happiness of mountains and rivers.

When the emperor got angry, he laid down millions of corpses. It was hard for him, and it was hard for anyone else.

It was Zhu Zhiyi who held him back. Even if they were far away from each other, Zhu Zhiyi was Liang Hui's only rein and wake-up call.

Therefore, he dare not slack off in the slightest, dare not be a moody tyrant who disregards human life, dare not be a foolish ruler who indulges in greed and pleasure, and dare not be a mediocre ruler who does nothing.

Every day, I cover up the bloody scars and work diligently to wear clothes and eat food, numb myself, and just want to have a clear conscience.

"but--"

Liang Hui crushed the petals that fell on his hands, tilted his head, and there was a strange evil in the corners of his eyes and brows: "Giving this throne to others will not make me feel ashamed of my ancestors, especially the late emperor, but a trace of revenge." It’s a joy, because they never gave me any shelter when I was as humble as an ant, and even had a hatred against me for killing my mother.”

His brows and eyes were red with hatred, and he raised the petals: "If I don't pry that man's coffin out now and leave his body intact, he should bow his head on the ground and be grateful to Dade and secretly laugh."

"It is my utmost benevolence to choose a good seedling for this country and cultivate it into a generation of Mingjun!"

Zhu Zhiyi opened his mouth, but was speechless. He was more or less aware of the backlog of hatred in Liang Hui's heart, but he didn't expect him to confess it to himself so directly and nakedly.

Liang Hui gently caressed Zhu Zhiyi's face with his hand, lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you afraid?"

He has never mentioned these monstrous hatreds, dark thoughts, and despicable thoughts to others. He is such a selfish, narrow-minded, vengeful, treasonous rotten bone.

Zhu Zhiyi could still smell the faint fragrance of flowers between his fingers, shook his head, reached out to hug him, and said softly: "Liang Junting, you have worked hard."

Liang Hui was startled, Zhu Zhiyi said, "I'm not afraid of you, I only love you."

"Don't think about them, I will be here in the future, and I will treat you well."

Liang Hui looked at him quietly, and Zhu Zhiyi was afraid that he would not believe him, so she hugged him tighter: "I will treat you very well, and I will try my best to make you forget about that."

Liang Hui's violent and sharp teeth and claws just now softened after being caressed, and he smiled as if he was helpless by Zhu Zhiyi.

He buried his head in Zhu Zhiyi's neck, and after a while, he calmed down and said lazily, "You said that."

"Well, I said that."

Zhu Zhiyi hugged him reassuringly, and asked, "What is the aptitude of that son who respects the king?" He had only met him once, and he only remembered that he was a little boy with a powder-carved jade face, and he didn't know anything else. Individuals can do it, and they have to be responsible to the people of the world.

Liang Hui played with the ends of his hair: "I sent someone to check it earlier, you will like him."

"Ok?"

Liang Hui glanced meaningfully at his face, and said, "He doesn't look like he was raised in that idle Prince Jing's mansion, but he seems to have come out of your Zhumen Taifu's mansion."

"How to say?"

"Have you ever seen a young boy read "History of National Policies and Edicts"?" Liang Hui said in a puzzled tone, "Liang Xijing himself changed the school system from ten days to one month, from Yinshi to Xushi every day. History of rites, chess, calligraphy and painting, riding and shooting skills are uninterrupted. Huizong School ranked first in the rankings. His classmate, the eldest grandson of the Shangshu and the son of the Taibao, couldn't match him. The old Confucianism in Zongxue refute people to the point of being irrefutable and speechless, I wish you Qinggui," Liang Hui smiled, and turned around, "Does it look like you when you were young and talked about the group of people in the South Study Room? Suan Confucian is so angry that his beard is raised to the sky?"

"..." Zhu Zhiyi rubbed his nose and came back to his senses, "How do you know?"

"..." Liang Hui paused and raised his chin, "I just know."

Zhu Zhiyi took his hand, turned to look at him, and asked, "Are you going to see me in the South Study?"

In the past, many things felt inexplicable, but now they are as clear-sighted as if they opened up acupuncture points.

Liang Hui must have paid attention to him when he was young, otherwise why was he so obsessed with the most common phrase "see you tomorrow". On New Year's Eve when he asked him when he fell in love with him, Liang Hui kept silent.

"Yes, I'm here to see you." Liang Hui simply said that what he had tried to hide before, can now be confessed to Zhu Zhiyi calmly.

"I took the initiative to clean the road from Lingnan Study Room to Wuzhai Pavilion every day, from the summer of Qianwu 28 to the winter of 29."

That road is the dustiest, without tall trees, scorching in summer and icy in winter, but the little Liang Hui did not fall for a day.

"I saw you giving lectures to Chen Yu, borrowing a pen from Xu Xin, and explaining to Jiang Yuan that we will meet each other."

He didn't have much emotion on his face, but Zhu Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. Every time he felt that Liang Hui was already affectionate enough, Liang Hui could surprise him even more.

"Liang Junting, in fact, if you don't mention it, I don't even remember the names of many of them."

He was young, old-fashioned and boring, devoted himself to reading, and was nodding acquaintance with his classmates. Later, many of these people went to their respective fiefs and did not serve as officials in the court, so they became blurred shadows in Zhu Zhiyi's mind .

But Liang Hui actually remembered it, and he still remembered it so clearly.

"I know." Liang Hui knew that Zhu Zhiyi couldn't remember the passers-by, nor could he remember the kindness he gave casually.

But he was very narrow-minded, he just wanted to see who had obtained such luck during the years when he and Zhu Zhiyi couldn't interact, and what they were based on.

Zhu Zhiyi felt sad, and inserted her fingers into Liang Hui's: "Liang Junting, before going to bed every day, I will tell you 'see you tomorrow', okay?"

Liang Hui stared at him for a while, said yes, then turned his gaze away, and said, "Don't take it to heart, I only remember your appearance when I saw Liang Xijing, there is no other meaning."

Zhu Zhiyi smiled and shook her head: "I can't compare to him." Now that the kids are working hard like this, the heyday of Daliang Zhongxing is just around the corner.