[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

"Your Majesty..." Geng Chen called out in surprise.

Murongli restrained his thoughts, "You said that Patriarch Shentu finally landed in Liuli Kingdom, do you know where?"

"It should be..." Geng Chen hesitated before saying, "The Palace of the Liuli King."

Murongli sighed softly, is this really the entanglement that was destined somewhere?

"Have you seen Fang Ye?"

"Never before, I chased Zhiming's soldiers all the way to Tianquan, and I didn't meet Fang Ye before." Geng Chen reported the truth, "But according to the investigation of Zhiming, Fang Ye should not be embarrassed."

That's right, Murongli breathed a sigh of relief just like what Mo Lan found out, "Find some time and go back to Yaoguang, Fang Ye must be in a hurry."

"Yes." Geng Chen agreed, but looked at Murong Li hesitantly.

Murong Li glanced at this from the corner of his eye, and wondered, "What's the matter, why are you looking at me like this?"

Geng Chen hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking, "I don't know what the king's next step is."

Murong Li was a little puzzled, "Countermeasures?"

"Your Majesty has been trapped in Tianquan for a long time, and I don't know how to get out. Do you need Geng Chen to help?"

"..." Murong Li was stunned, he... want to leave?

It was only now that Murongli realized that in the past few months in Tianquan, he had never thought of running away...

"According to my subordinates' observation, Na Zhiming has relaxed his guard recently. He has been busy with court affairs recently, and he is often away from the palace. It is really a godsend..."

"do not talk."

Suddenly interrupted, Geng Chen was very surprised, "Your Majesty?"

"This matter... I have my own plan."

Geng Chen looked at Murong Li, quite puzzled, he knew more or less what had happened in the palace recently, he, the King of Yaoguang, was imprisoned in the palace by Tian Quan, during which time he was often wronged, could it be that the king had other plans ...

"For the sake of Yaoguang, the king has been troubled."

Murong Li was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized what Geng Chen meant, and couldn't help laughing at himself, no wonder Zhi Ming would blame him...

So he is such a calculating person?

That's right, non-toxic, not a husband, not scheming, but good at maneuvering, how can he stand in troubled times, how can he stir up the situation, how can he support a bright future.

"Gengchen, you find an opportunity to come to Xunyou Terrace."

"Yes."

Looking at the back of Geng Chen leaving, Murongli's hand unconsciously twisted his robe, he can indeed go, not to mention his martial arts is not bad, now there is Geng Chen who can secretly help...

That person seems to have relaxed his attitude towards him recently, as Geng Chen said, there is really no better opportunity than this.

Wasn't he letting Xiao Ran lead his troops away to preserve Yao Guang's last lifeblood?

"Master Murong is very elegant."

Murongli raised his head and looked at the people who were walking slowly in front of him, thinking that this gazebo is really lively today.

"Master Luo." Murongli nodded in greeting.

Luo Min glanced at the servant who left in the distance, "I haven't seen the lord for a long time, but the lord is still fine."

"How are you?" Murong Li looked at Luo Min with a half-smile, "What do Lord Luo think?"

Luo Min smiled, but did not answer.

Murong Li didn't want to talk to him too much, so he got up and prepared to leave.

"Master Murong."

Murong Li paused, "At this hour, shouldn't Master Luo go to court?"

Luo Min looked around indifferently, and said leisurely, "Today, His Majesty retired early, and His Majesty left the palace to study in the palace."

"Since His Majesty is busy with government affairs, Lord Luo should give more assistance. Murong Li is leaving."

Murong Li nodded slightly, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Luo Min looked at the concubine-colored back that was fading away, and said to himself: It's no wonder that you can bewitch the king's heart...

A rare bit of clear mood was shrouded in cloud this morning, and Murongli returned to Xunyou Terrace with a tired look on his face.

The lord did not come back all night, so Ayu was very worried. He looked in front of the door early in the morning and saw Murongli coming back from a distance, so he hurried over to greet him, "The lord is back," after seeing the tiredness on Murong's expression , Ayu asked with concern, "Is the lord unwell?"

Murong Li said lightly, "It's okay, I probably didn't sleep well last night, I'll just go back to the room and have a rest."

"..." Ayu fell silent, he... seemed to have heard something terrible.

what to do?Do you want to care about the king?But Arjun said that he can't tell if he knows it, but the king has gone through such a big event, shouldn't he be concerned?The king is so kind to him!ah!what to do?Why isn't Arjun here at this time?

Murong Li has already gone away... Who knows that the little servant behind the scenes has been fighting with heaven and man for several rounds, and he is really entangled.

It was night, the sky began to rain patter, Murongli stopped the pen in his hand, and looked out the window at the cold wind, and there was the faint sound of midnight drums amidst the whirling wind and rain.

A Yu had already dozed off for a while, Murong Li stopped writing, woke A Yu up, spared him from going to bed at night, and allowed him to rest.

Ayu opened the door with his head drooping, a gust of cold air rushed in, and he shivered immediately, sobered up a lot, before he realized something, turned his head and asked, "My lord, isn't your majesty coming tonight? "

Murong Li was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the third watch had already been called, "Probably won't come."

He doesn't come every night, why do you think he should come?

Even Ayu left with his mouth curled up in disappointment.

Murong Li thought that it was time for him to rest, but he felt empty in his heart, and he might not be able to sleep again tonight...

He got up and took out the jade flute, put it to his mouth, breathed out slowly, raised his finger to press the flute hole, and with a pop, it went out of tune.

Murong Li laughed at himself, his wrist was swollen and he couldn't control his voice well, if that person listened to this tune, he should laugh at him.

"Murong Xiao master also sometimes loses the tune of his flute, could it be that Master Xiao is distracted by his thoughts?"

I really want to come here...

The one who pushed the door and entered was the co-lord of the world who was dressed in a black robe and wore a black gold emperor crown on his head.

Zhiming returned late at night, as soon as he entered the palace gate, he went straight to Xunyou Terrace, just about to open the door, when he heard the out-of-tune flute sound in the room, he almost suspected that he had gone to the wrong palace in the middle of the night, and couldn't help but Just made a joke.

Murongli raised his head to look at him, in those eyes full of autumn water, the color of surprise flashed away, and there was some surprise that he himself didn't realize.

But Zhi Ming was stunned.

Murongli in front of him was wearing a concubine-colored long-tailed light gauze robe with embroidered feathers, holding a jade flute, and sitting next to a short table. If it wasn't for the magenta blood jade hairpin on top of his head, Zhi Ming would have thought that everything was the same. In a dream, Zhongyuan is not in chaos, he is still the king of heaven, and the person in front of him is still the Lord Murong who holds an important position in Lantai and acts as the king's order.

Murong Li was the first to react, he put down Yu Xiao, got up and walked to Zhi Ming, pulled him into the room, closed the door with his backhand, and blocked all of Yi Ye Qing Han from the door.

"It's so late and it's still raining, why do you... um."

Just as Murongli was about to turn around, Zhi Ming pulled him into his arms.

Zhi Ming clasped Murongli's chin with his hand, leaned over and kissed the person in his arms.

He missed him, no matter how many things happened before, no matter how many mountains separated their hearts, at this moment, Zhi Ming had to admit that he missed Murong Li very much, the Murong Li when he first met.

He knew that he must have suffered a lot before he could walk in front of him, so he wanted to give him prosperity and stability for the rest of his life, and he wanted to protect him in his arms for the rest of his life.

The tip of the tongue lightly licked the thin and slightly cool lips, tender and sympathetic, as if telling a love story handed down from generation to generation, and then rushed into the warm, wet and soft narrow area with ease, teasing the shy and evasive tenderness.

"A Li..."

The soft words between the lips and teeth are the most deceptive.

Bewitched by the last remaining tenderness in Murong's heart, he raised his arms and hugged Zhi Ming, maybe when he saw this dress and that blood jade hairpin, he wanted to hug him like this.

He has nothing to give back to him.

Just this kind of response is enough to make Zhiming's heart move deeply.

Followed by more ecstasy of kissing and sucking, chaotic breathing echoed in the silent bedroom, the domineering tongue ignored the shy and dodging little thing, rolled it into the mouth, repeatedly sucked and sucked, tough but full of tenderness.

For the first time, Murong Li felt that his heart was disturbed.

With lips and teeth intertwined, Zhi Ming stroked Murongli's hairpin, and with a light twitch, the crown fell apart, and the man's black hair poured down.

Moving away from his lips, Zhi Ming raised his hand to caress Murong Li's face, looking at the person in front of him with black hair covering his shoulders and pink lips, Zhi Ming couldn't help but kiss Murong Li again, nibbling his thin lips , teasing the softness in his mouth, his lips, his person, and his heart are better than any intoxicating wine in the world.

Between the two lips, Zhiming whispered full of nostalgia, "It's cold in winter and the night is cold, why is A Li dressed so thinly?"

Murong Li's eyes flickered slightly, he turned his head away slightly, and said softly, "It's cold in winter and night, why are you still here?"

Zhi Ming understood it, couldn't help smiling, took the hand of the man in his arms, and took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

Murongli looked at Zhi Ming in puzzlement, when he understood, he smiled knowingly, and in that person's eyes, he was peerless.

Zhi Ming pulled Murongli, let him sit on the couch, then took Murongli's hand to observe carefully, and said displeasedly, "Why didn't you take the medicine? How did Ah Yu take care of you?"

"It's not a big deal, it will be fine in a few days." Murong Li laughed, this kind of injury is really nothing compared to the injuries he suffered from practicing martial arts in the past.

Zhi Ming was dissatisfied, when he pulled his hands up, he still relaxed his movements, opened the porcelain bottle and poured the medicinal oil into his palms, then clasped his hands together, rubbed them to warm them, and then put them on Murong Li's hands.

Murong Xin's head suddenly turned sour, this is not the first time Zhi Ming has been gentle and kind to him, but this situation is too familiar.

That kind of meticulous and appropriate, careful and gentle, unexpectedly resembles that person...

Even that bit of unhappiness caused by worry is very similar.

That year Murongli was ten years old, Yaoguang's winter was the same as Tianquan's, cold and rainy.

The master who taught him martial arts was Yaoguang's guest minister, and his swordsmanship was excellent, but he was also known to be strict, and his temper was even more eccentric.

A set of swordsmanship, the footwork alone corresponds to the Liangyi, the Sixiang and even the eight trigrams, changing the shape and changing the steps, it is inevitable that you will trip yourself.

When he was practicing swordsmanship, his master never allowed others to disturb him, but he knew that there would always be a boy his age in a corner of the garden secretly watching.

The author has something to say:

Regarding this chapter, I just want to say: If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan?Waiting for leisure to change but old people's hearts, old people's one-heartedness has never changed.

Rolling and selling cute, please {comment}+{favorite}~~ Before I know it, there are already twenty chapters 233333