[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

It was a long dream, as if it had lasted half a lifetime, if it hadn't touched his heart, and the pain pierced through his heart, Murongli would have thought that he should have arrived in the underworld, and he should have looked at the past by the Three Lives Stone again.

The consciousness became clearer and clearer, and the pain in his heart became more and more acute. Murongli supported himself and sat up. After he calmed down, he looked around.

The curtains intertwined with black and gold, and the gorgeous yet elegant carvings created by the rotary knife and diamond carving method, this is the palace of Tianquan, but this is not Xiangxu Terrace.

He wasn't dead yet, Zhiming didn't kill him, and brought him back to Tianquan.

"Zhi Ming..." Murong Li murmured while covering his heart.

"Ah! Kingdom... Lord Murong has woken up!" A sudden exclamation came from the side.

Murong Li had a headache and a pain in his heart, but he couldn't do it when he wanted to speak.

Hearing the exclamation, he hurried to the door and greeted the outside, "Master Murong is awake, go and tell His Majesty!"

There was a lot of noise outside and I didn't know what to say, so the palace man yelled again: "Wake up, wake up, this time I really woke up, everyone is sitting up, and they are on the couch! Go, go!"

There was a burst of footsteps outside the house, and gradually went away, the palace man ran back with a thump, and knelt down, "Little man Ayu, I pay my respects to Lord Murong."

Murongli looked at the people crawling on the ground, and saw that the clothes should be Tianquan's servants, considering the situation just now, thinking that he was the one who took care of them during the coma, he asked, "Where is Zhiming?"

"Zhi..." The waiter paused, wanting to bite off his tongue, how dare he call the monarch by his name, he was overjoyed, "Your Majesty is handling political affairs at Xuanwu Terrace, the villain has already been invited, Murong Lord, wait patiently."

His Majesty?

Murong Li just heard that the servant was asked to "tell His Majesty", he thought he heard it wrong, but now...

"Your name is Zhiming...Your Majesty?"

"Yes!"

Murong Li lowered his head in a daze, looking at the floor, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while he gave a lonely smile, "Zhi Ming...it's His Majesty..."

"Yeah!" The servant nodded in admiration, "Our Majesty has been on the throne for more than a month, since His Majesty confiscated Yao... er... Guang..."

The waiter realized that he seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said, so his voice faded away without confidence, and he looked up at Murongli cautiously because of his guilty conscience.

Murongli was only silent for a while, and then he continued calmly, "Take Yaoguang, unify Zhongyuan, and rule the world."

After finishing speaking, Murong Li gently closed his eyes and smiled faintly.

The corners of the lips are slightly raised, which is obviously a smile, but this smile is so sad in the eyes of the little servant.

"My lord, are you alright?" the little servant asked tentatively, with a worried face on his face, this guy just woke up, he was so sad, if he passed out again, your majesty saw him, why don't you punish him for deceiving the king, the little servant was extremely sad , People, usually die of talking too much!

"Ah Yu..."

"Ayu..." Murongli called out again when he didn't hear the answer.

Only then did the servant come back to his senses, and said in a panic, "Is something wrong with Lord Murong?"

"You said Zhiming has been enthroned for more than a month?"

"Yes, what's the matter, my lord?"

Murong Li looked at his hand, the pale and slender fingers became more and more distinct, it turned out that this sword had made him sleep for so long.That's right, when he decided to accept the sword, he didn't intend to wake up again, he owed Zhiming too much, if Zhiming wanted him to repay, he was willing to do many things for him, but if Zhiming didn't want anything, he thought, Perhaps the only thing he can give back is this life.

"Master? Lord Murong? Are you okay? You just woke up, I beg you, Ayu, don't be sad anymore." You can't faint until His Majesty arrives! ! !

Murong Li glanced at the servant when he heard the words, he didn't understand what he was worried about, but he was grateful for his worry, then he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar palace, and said, "How can a man who has lost his country be called the lord of the country again."

"The widow asked him to call you the lord, so he has to call you the lord!"

A familiar voice, but an unfamiliar tone.Familiar faces, but can no longer find familiar eyes.

Murongli stared blankly at Zhiming in front of him, feeling as if he had passed away.

The front of the door was backlit, and the person who came with his hands behind his back wore a golden crown, and the sequence of black jade beads and golden beads fell on the golden crown carefully. Every step he took was magnificent, and the crown was slightly swaying without being chaotic. .

Murongli suddenly realized that Zhi Ming is really no longer the Zhi Ming he used to be, he has grown up now, he is a man, a man who controls the world.

Seeing the emperor coming, the little servant hurriedly saluted in a panic.

Zhi Ming didn't seem to see him, he just stared at Murong Li for a moment.

The four eyes met, Murongli's eyes could not hide the tiredness, presumably it was just recovering from a serious injury, and his body was still weak.

This confrontation was silent for a long time, until the doctor came to check the pulse, and after speaking again, Zhi Ming shunned everyone.

The door of the palace was tightly closed, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed a lot.

There was a beep, and it was the sound of lanterns exploding.

The lights are bursting, and the happy event is here.

Murong Li looked at the lantern, but his heart was cold.

"Wang..." Murong Li paused, still not used to calling the person in front of him like this, "Your Majesty, Fang Ye, Xiao Ran..."

Murong Li looked at Zhi Ming, his eyes were half anxious, half questioning.Although in front of the city gate, Zhi Ming had already promised him that he would not harm the people of Yaoguang, but what about Fang Ye?What about Xiao Ran?They are his right-hand men, and Xiao Ran is his Yaoguang's general, the pillar of the enemy's country, and the taboo of the emperor.

"Heh... the first thing the Lord Murong wants to do when he wakes up is to know the whereabouts of his cronies? Very good, very good." Zhi Ming approached Murong Li's bed with a smile, sat down, looked at Murong Li, "how about The widow taught you a way?"

Murongli looked at Zhi Ming who was close at hand, his smile hung on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes, he was smiling, but it made him feel chilly.

"Also... Please enlighten me, Your Majesty." Murong Li wanted to salute but it was really inconvenient, so he bowed his head respectfully.

Zhi Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, took a look at Murong Li, gradually clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "If the Lord Murong is smart, he should have thought about how to make the widow happy. If the widow is in a good mood, the world will be happy." All is well, if the widow is in a bad mood..."

"The wrath of the emperor, millions of dead bodies, bleeding and drifting... Does your Majesty want to say this?" Murong Li raised his head and said calmly.

"Haha, Ah Li is still so smart!" Zhi Ming smiled and stretched out his hand to caress Murong Li's hair hanging on his chest, gently picking up a strand and playing with it in his hand.

The sudden but extremely natural action made Murongli stunned, but Zhiming didn't take it seriously, as if it was a matter of course, and only cared about playing with the few strands of soft black hair in his hand.

There is a folk saying that people with thin hair are the most affectionate, but there is also a folk saying that the emperor's family is the most ruthless.

"I should congratulate His Majesty for ruling the world."

The hand that was playing with the hair paused slightly, and a few strands of that strand of hair broke off.

"Master Murong is worthy of being a member of the emperor's family." Zhi Ming looked up at Murong Li, his eyes full of frost.

Murong Li didn't understand why he said this suddenly, and he didn't want to guess, he just asked, "Can Your Majesty say it?"

Zhi Ming stood up suddenly, and the round sandalwood stool fell to the ground with a muffled sound, echoing in the empty palace.

"Isn't Lord Murong the clearest where Xiao Ran is? As for Fang Ye, he is where he should be. As long as Xiao Ran is smart enough, Fang Ye will be fine! Similarly," Zhi Ming grabbed Murongli's lapel and pulled him away. Pulling towards him, the distance between the two of them was only an inch, and the slightly hot breath rushed towards his face but wrapped in cold words, "If Lord Murong is smart enough, then the glory will be safe."

Murong Li's throat choked up, and he said softly, "What does His Majesty want me to do?"

"What do you think?"

Murongli lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I promised His Majesty to play for you every day..."

"There is no shortage of you as a flute master in the widow's palace."

Murong Li's heart was heavy, with an indescribable stagnation.

Zhi Ming leaned closer to his ear, and his warm breath lingered on Murong Li's neck, "A Li is so smart, he must know what I want."

As soon as the words fell, a strong hand pinched Murongli's jaw, Murongli subconsciously leaned back, but was stopped by the other hand...

Murongli's chin was so thin that he grasped it, Zhiming felt a ripple in his heart, but it was only for a moment, remembering why this person was so thin, he hated him...

Zhi Ming kissed Murongli's lips ferociously, biting the cold softness, he didn't understand how such soft lips could have such a cruel heart.

Murongli didn't hold back the sword that day, in order to make him feel unbearable, how could he easily fulfill his wish to a person who could ruthlessly kill him?

Murongli's knuckles holding the quilt gradually turned white, but he didn't resist, he just let Zhiming suck and bite to vent, until his soft and greasy tongue/head knocked open the teeth domineeringly like his master, disturbing/pushing every moment When he lost his nerve, he finally couldn't help but gently grasped Zhiming's skirt.

This movement involved the wound, and Murong Li's breath suddenly became stagnant, and he let out a soft snort.

Hearing the sound, Zhi Ming let go of Murongli, but seeing Murongli's thin lips were bright red, faintly gleaming, and his eyes flickered, he was a bit embarrassed and dodged.

"Master Murong, why should you be so surprised?" Zhi Ming raised Murong Li's chin, gently stroked the soft lips that he had enjoyed just now with his fingers, his eyes were as deep as the deep sea, and said in a leisurely tone, "Actually, Ah Li should have known earlier. , you are so good at guessing people's hearts, it is impossible for you not to guess the hearts of others."

The words have come to this point, it is useless to say more.

"I know that Lord Murong is recovering from serious injuries, but I don't want to wait too long. Lord Murong, please take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, Zhi Ming walked away in a flick of his sleeves. In the empty palace, only the lanterns and shadows accompanied the silent Murong Li.