[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Mo Lan walked under the Xunyou Terrace, looking at the high platform, the pavilion was quiet, thinking about the people living in the pavilion, would they be lonely at this moment?

Ah Li, Ah Li, would you be sad if you knew what Zhi Ming was thinking?Will you resent?

What kind of person is Mo Lan, but he is just trying to hide his emotions, and he can still do it.

Walking into Murongli's bedroom with a smile, Murongli was immersed in writing and drawing at the desk.

Seeing him coming, Ayu greeted him with a smile, "Marquis Mo Jun is well," and smiled at Murong Li, "My lord, Marquis Mo Jun is here."

"Understood." Murongli raised his head, gentle and polite, "Master Hou," when he saw the stack of gift boxes in Mo Lan's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked, "Master Hou is here to say goodbye?"

Mo Lan smiled, "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from Mr.'s eyes."

Murong Li asked A Yu to accept the gift, and he and Mo Lan were the only ones left in the room.

Murong Li was still writing and drawing, and he didn't seem to intend to avoid Mo Lan. Mo Lan's eyes glanced at the picture inadvertently, and he couldn't help but pause. Isn't this picture the one that Murong Li didn't let him see before?Now it seems that some more have been completed, and I don’t know what it is...

Could it be that this was the one Zhi Ming mentioned that day?

Murongli suddenly looked up at Mo Lan, "Master Hou is so curious about this picture."

Mo Lan felt that she had lost her composure, and with a little guilt in her heart, she said with a dry smile, "I... I was just curious."

Murong Li lowered his head and was silent for a while before he said leisurely, "If you want to know, I will answer you. I am not sure about this picture. If I can complete this picture, I will hand it over to you in the future. If... If he If you want to know, just say, you can't find out anything."

Mo Lan's heart skipped a beat, but when he saw Murong Li's calmness, he couldn't help feeling a little more distressed. For such a delicate and transparent person, he was like a mirror in his heart. He knew everything, but he didn't say anything when he saw through it. He wronged himself like this , What exactly are you asking for?

Mo Lan called him with a wry smile, "A Li..."

Murong understood in his heart that the most difficult thing at this moment was Mo Lan. He had felt the guilt and entanglement in Mo Lan's heart before, so he smiled and comforted, "Mr. "

"Since you have already planned to give this picture to His Majesty, why did you keep it from him?"

Putting down the pen with a hand as slender as jade, picked up the jade flute at the side, and stroked it lightly. A trace of nostalgia spread in Murongli's eyes, "I'm not sure I can complete this picture. If I can't, why let him be happy for nothing? If it is completed, it will naturally be given to him, and there is no rush."

"But you know that he will misunderstand you." Mo Lan was a little anxious.

Murongli forced a smile, looked at Yuxiao and said, "Master Hou forgot, Murongli died once."

Mo Lan didn't know how he got out of Xunyou Terrace, the phrase "Murongli has died once" lingered in his mind along the way.

"Have died once... Hmph, so you don't care about anything?" Mo Lan shook her head. He would rather Murongli remain as alien and indifferent as when he first met, and he would rather not meet someone who has no heart. .

"Lord Hou, Lord Hou!"

Hearing this, Mo Lan calmed down and saw that the person who came was Little Fatty, so he asked, "Why are you here? But Your Majesty is busy?"

Xiaopang muttered, "I still said that you are leaving without telling me, but His Majesty told me. The Marquis is leaving, so let me say goodbye to you. Here, here you are."

Looking at the willow branch in Xiaopang's hand, Mo Lan couldn't help laughing, "I just went back to Jiacheng County, not a long trip."

"Oh." Fatty nodded, expressing his understanding.

Mo Lan picked up willow branches, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "You just said that His Majesty told you that I was leaving?"

Xiaopang nodded, "Your Majesty said that you are leaving, let me see you off." At the end, he added, "I also wanted to see off Lord Hou."

Mo Lan thought Xiaopang was cute, so she smiled, but couldn't laugh in her heart, Zhiming asked Xiaopang to send him off...

Zhiming asked Xiaopang to send him off...

The hands in the clasped sleeves tightened unconsciously, and Mo Lan couldn't help frowning.

Fatty was puzzled, Mo Lan usually laughed loosely, or was leisurely and proud, and rarely showed such a worried look.

"Master Hou, what's the matter with you?" Fatty tilted his head to look at Mo Lan, and also became worried.

Mo Lan took a deep breath and said to Xiaopang, "Go and report to His Majesty, just say that I can't find anything, Ah Li...Mr. Murong didn't say a word about Tu Zuo."

"..."

"and also……"

"what?"

"You go and tell His Majesty that Mo Lan is willing to guarantee with his life that Lord Murong has no second thoughts about His Majesty."

Xiaopang stared at Mo Lan dumbfounded, what is the concept of guaranteeing his life?He has never seen anything that requires Mo Lan to guarantee Zhiming with his life, "Will the Lord Hou speak seriously? Doesn't Your Majesty trust the Lord Hou the most? And Lord Murong, doesn't Your Majesty like him very much? Although His Majesty personally Yao Guang, but didn't His Majesty show mercy, how could..."

"It's fine for you to go back to His Majesty like this, little fat..." Mo Lan said in a deep voice, "During the time I left the imperial capital, you...you must protect Lord Murong well, you know?"

"Little Fatty understands."

Mo Lan looked at the gloomy sky, it looked like it was going to rain, she hoped that Zhiming treated Murongli with sincerity.

Summer-like downpours are rare in autumn, but today is an exception.

The wind and rain blew the window open, and it slapped against the wall. Ayu covered his face with his hands, and it took a lot of effort to close the window against the wind.

By the time all the windows were closed, I was already soaked through.

"Why is it raining so much?" Ah Yu patted the water on his body and sneezed.

Murong Li said softly, "Go and change your clothes, I don't need to wait for you tonight."

A Yu retreated obediently, and Murong Li listened to the wind and rain outside the window, took out his bosom flute, and blew it softly.

Under the Xunyou stage, a person came with an umbrella.

"Who is coming?" The night was heavy and rainy, and the imperial guard couldn't see who was coming, so he had to draw his sword to confront him, and asked sharply.

The umbrella was neatly thrown aside, and the rainwater hit the person under the umbrella, and the hair and robe were drenched in an instant, but the person who came did not see the slightest embarrassment. Wei Jie was startled, and quickly knelt down and said loudly, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"It's raining heavily in the middle of the night, I don't know Your Majesty, I deserve to die." The guard who took the lead to draw his sword said loudly through the rain curtain.

Another guard hurriedly picked up the umbrella and covered it for Zhi Ming, "It's so late and it's raining so hard, why is Your Majesty here alone?"

If it wasn't for the heavy rain at night, Zhiming came alone with an umbrella, and he didn't bring a ceremonial car and didn't hold a lamp, they wouldn't have admitted their mistake.

Zhi Ming stretched out his hand to block the umbrella, "Those who don't know are innocent, I'll give you this umbrella."

As he spoke, he walked up to the Xunyou Terrace against the pouring rain, and the remaining two guards who pleaded guilty looked at each other.

Sure enough, the man hadn't slept yet, Zhi Ming looked at the warm lamp shadows on the bright paper on the window of the bedroom, thinking that the man was either knocking chess pieces idlely under the lamp at the moment, or picking up lanterns in a bored way.

Amid the noise of the rain beating the cornices, there is a faint gurgling sound of the flute in the room, clear and beyond the dust, beautiful in the spirit, the melancholy in the rhyme does not seem like a child's love, but it makes people feel a little pain for no reason, like a thread of thin needles , piercing the apex of the heart, the tenderness suddenly burst into pain.

Zhiming pushed the door open and entered, walked around the outer room and approached the bedroom, he saw Murongli leaning against the desk, his eyes lightly closed, he was blowing the jade flute.

Zhi Ming walked behind Murong Li, quietly sat down beside him, put his arms around his waist from behind, Murong Li seemed not aware of it, and was not disturbed by him, and continued to play by himself.

With a malicious hum and restless hands, he brushed away the hair hanging from the back of Murongli's neck, and then, his warm breath sprayed there softly, and the tip of Zhiming's nose lightly touched Murongli's back. Neck, sniffing the unique cool fragrance of that person, a gentle kiss landed on it lightly.

The flute is an instrument that tests the breath of the player the most. When he sensed the slight instability in the long flute sound, the presumptuous lips on the neck slanted, and a wicked smile burst out.Zhi Ming opened his mouth and bit the back of Murongli's neck lightly, took that tender skin into his mouth, rubbed and licked it gently.

The light touch of the lips suddenly turned into a wet and greasy touch, a muffled hum came from the dancing candlelight, and the sound of the flute stopped in an instant...

The red-sleeve jade hands calmly and slowly put the flute on the low table, Murongli opened his eyes, enduring the disturbing feeling at the back of his neck, calmly put the jade flute on the low table.

The hands around the waist slowly tightened, the grinding lips moved to the ears, and the scorching breath fell on the side, and the trickster asked, "Why didn't A Li stop blowing?"

Murong Li: "..."

A bewitching chuckle brushed past the earlobe, and the earlobe was sucked into a cavity of damp heat. The slippery tongue tenderly loved the petite earlobe, accompanied by an ambiguous murmur, "Ah Li's ears are so easy to turn red."

Murong Li endured and endured, and finally realized a fact: ignore this person, he will not stop.

"Why is it raining so much?"

"The widow is looking for counselors to discuss matters. State affairs are the most important thing. It doesn't matter if it rains?"

Murongli could feel that Zhi Ming's body was probably soaked, even his clothes were soaked in a large area.

The drenched clothes carried the coldness of the night rain, which was the most intrusive, Murong Li sighed, "Change out your clothes first."

"Aren't you asking about state affairs?"

"Change your clothes first, you'll catch the cold."

Murong Li wanted to get up to get Zhi Ming's change of clothes, but the hands around his waist tightened even more.

"Is A Li caring about me?" Zhi Ming asked in a low voice, and he still didn't forget to tease his already red earlobe.

Murong Li frowned slightly, and clasped Zhi Ming's wrist. Zhi Ming was slightly startled, and immediately reacted and raised his hand to clasp Murong Li's wrist.

"Oh, Ah Li is angry?" Zhi Ming stared at Murong Li with a half-smile.

Murong Bie turned his head away and ignored him, went straight to the shackles where his clothes were hung, looked at his clothes and suddenly became worried, would Zhi Ming wear his clothes not suitable?

Seeing the hesitant back of the man, Zhiming couldn't help but chuckled, stepped forward and hugged him into his arms, "Ah Li is slender, I'm afraid these clothes may not fit well for the widow."

Murong Li broke free lightly, "I'll let Ah Yu get it."

Zhi Ming grabbed Murong Li's hand, pinned him on the shackles, leaned in front of him, pressed against the tip of his nose, and said softly, "Master Murong has always been sympathetic to those around him, the same for Xiao Ran, and the same for Fang Ye. , now that Ayu has been rested, and the night is rainy, why bother him again?"

Murong Li said in a low voice, "Then I'll make it up to Your Majesty."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to turn around to get the clothes on the shackles.

But Zhi Ming suddenly broke away from Murong Li's face, clasped it with his hand, and kissed him deeply.