【Execution】Order of Folding Flowers

Who worries me?Who will give me joy?I have paid all my love and love in my life, but I finally know that the ups and downs are in vain.

That's it, that's it.

Murong Li seemed to have lost all vitality, his complexion became grayer day by day.Gradually, there were more trivial words in the previous court, and even more boldly wrote: "The queen is like this, I am afraid it will not last for a few days, please ask the king to prepare for the funeral earlier."

Zhiming got angry on the spot, ordered the minister who spoke rudely to go home to reflect, and even pressed the Ministry of Internal Affairs not to prepare those frustrating things.Having said that, Keren is getting more and more irritable.

While Zhiming was tired of dealing with the Conservative Party after the implementation of the New Deal, he also used absolute thunder to control the military power of Tianquan. It was not until Qi Zhikan took over the military power that he had time to stop and breathe.

On this day, Murong Li broke free and broke into the palace directly.A group of guards didn't dare to do anything to him, they all rushed to Xiang Xu Terrace.

"What do you look like, let me get the hell out of here!" Zhi Ming shouted, shouting everyone away, then softened his tone, "A Li, what are you doing here?"

"If I don't come, wait for my elder brother to die at your hands?" Murong Li said coldly, "Give him back to me."

Zhi Ming looked haggard, shook his head, and said, "A Li, stop making trouble."

Murong Li became angry from embarrassment: "Your father wants his life, and you want his life too! Your family is so high, so you can do whatever you want?" Murong Li took a step forward and grabbed Zhi Ming's lapel, and shouted , "It's really unlucky for my brother to meet you!... No, I was wrong. I should have wiped his neck clean with a knife at the beginning, so as to save him from being tortured by you now!"

"What do you mean?" Zhi Ming's face was gloomy and ugly.

Murong Li paused for a moment when he heard the words, then sneered and said: "Want to know? I won't tell you! You can spend your whole life guarding your father's lies!"

"..." Zhi Ming's expression became more and more terrifying. Murong Li had known him for so many years, and had never seen him lose his temper with him, so he forgot that Zhi Ming was never a kind person.

"So what..." Zhi Ming suddenly laughed, "It should belong to this king, and it will always be in my hands, and so will Murongli."

"...I misjudged you." Murong Li seemed to be talking to himself, but when he turned his head away, he turned red and said in a muffled voice, "...I should just die, it's not such a troublesome thing..."

"...A Li." Zhi Ming rubbed his face, calmed down his anger, and said softly, "Recently, this king... is really not in the mood to fight with you... When your elder brother wakes up, let's talk about other things, okay? "

"...That's a beautiful idea!" Murong Li pushed him away, "Brother wakes up and I will leave with him! From now on, how you run your family has nothing to do with the Murong family!"

Murong Li was furious and left in a huff.

Zhiming looked at the background where people were leaving, and murmured: "I am sorry for you, and I am sorry for him."

Walking back to the bed, Zhi Ming lay on the side of the bed, stared at Murong Li for an unknown amount of time, and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, I don't know where to reach the shore, there is only a piece of misty water, and I can't see anything clearly.Suddenly there seemed to be a sound of Xiao, and Zhi Ming went looking for the sound.In the misty clouds and mists stood a man dressed in red like fire.

"Murongli?"

The man didn't answer, but looked at him with a smile on his face. Gradually, his robe and long hair began to disappear.

"Murongli, where are you going?" Zhi Ming chased after him.

Chasing, but still unable to catch the corner of the clothes: "...don't go!"

Zhi Ming fell into an endless nightmare and couldn't wake up no matter what, when he was struggling in the dream, he suddenly grabbed Murong Li's hand hanging by the bed, and then he calmed down.

The evening wind was getting cooler that day, and the Yuqiong outside Xiangxu Terrace had already bloomed very well. The evening breeze carried a strong fragrance of flowers and floated into the hall.

Murongli opened his eyes, and what he saw was a cluster of brocade flowers and red curtains, which gradually changed from a vague image to a clear one.

Murongli felt that the candlelight was too bright and dazzling, and wanted to raise his hand to cover it, but moved his fingers stiffly, and suddenly realized that someone was holding his hand.

Turning his head to look, it was Zhi Ming who fell asleep beside the bed.

Murongli tried to pull his hand away, but found that Zhi Ming's grip was so tight that he couldn't pull it away for a while, and instead woke Zhi Ming up.

"Murongli!" Zhi Ming was overjoyed, and he lost his hand and increased the force in his hand. Murong Li gasped softly in pain, and then Zhi Ming hurriedly relaxed his force and calmed down his emotions, "Is it still uncomfortable? The king sent the doctor to come and see look..."

Murong Li only felt that the Zhi Ming in front of him seemed to be a different person, but he didn't have any more thoughts in his mind, he just said lightly: "Your Highness, you should let go of your hand."

After Zhiming paused, he remembered that when he ascended the throne, he was suffering overnight.

Seeing that Zhiming didn't move, Murongli frowned slightly, and gently pulled his hand away from Zhiming's palm. Immediately, the warmth that had been sticking to him dissipated, replaced by bursts of chill.

But he said that Zhiming was looking forward to Murongli waking up every day, but when he suddenly saw him looking at him like this, Zhiming suddenly didn't know what to say.The sudden withdrawal of the hand made Zhi Ming feel empty in his heart for a moment, so he twirled his fingertips, nostalgic for the warmth just now.

"This king said, I will pick you up..."

This king...Murongli raised his eyes to look at him, it turned out that Zhiming had already ascended the throne, so he smiled lightly and said: "The humble minister congratulates the king on his succession."

That smile is full of alienation, Zhiming used to think he didn't care, but now he feels a little bit sad and guilty.

"Murongli..." Zhi Ming's fingers climbed up his long hair, trying to touch Murongli, but the person in front of him avoided him.

"Your Highness... No, it's time to call you the King." Murong Li suppressed his smile, "The King has got what he wants, can you let this humble minister live?"

"...The humble minister will definitely remember what the king said...be safe...don't have anything to do with others..." He gritted his teeth and said these words.

Zhi Ming opened his eyes slightly, and felt that Murongli in front of him was covered in thorns all over his body, wishing he could poke a few more holes in his body.

"In the past... I was confused, I was an asshole! This king has no intention of forcing you to death... If you want, you are still my king..." Zhi Ming's tone became lower and lower, and he said later He no longer dared to look into Murongli's eyes.

"Your Majesty is pitying me?" Murong Li laughed.

Pitiful, he almost lost his life in the camp?Or is it pity that he has become a stepping stone for others?

"No! My king..."

"Your Majesty still thinks that you haven't had enough playing tricks on humble officials?" Murongli stared straight at him, and suddenly felt that he had suffered so much wronged for nothing, and if he asked why before he died, it would be regarded as death and rest in peace.

Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Isn't this righteous gentleman, Weichen, the king's plan step by step for the sake of his younger brother?"

On a whim, it is clear that Yu Qiong recognized him at the banquet back then, but he made the mistake and used his sincerity to pave the way for A Li, and used himself to sweep away the obstacles in the court to seize power and ascend the throne...

Facing Murongli who complained and accused him when he first woke up, Zhi Ming was speechless to refute - because those things were indeed what he did to Murongli.

"Zhi Ming..." Murong Li lost his strength, but tried to open his hands in front of him, and said powerlessly:

"Do you know how much blood my hands are stained because of you?"

Zhi Ming has seen Murong Li's high spirited appearance, he has also seen him lost, melancholy, and wronged, but he has never seen him like this - despair, despair and loathing for himself.

No matter how I make up for it, I can't wash my hands clean.

"It's okay..." Zhi Ming hugged him tightly to prevent him from struggling, "You just keep hating me."

If you feel that there is nowhere to put those despairs, then you can continue to hate me.