[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

[Separate husband and wife] Tanabata special: the years between me and you

Since Xizhao Terrace was renamed Xiangxu Terrace, this high-rise palace garden opposite to the king's bedroom has not only been decorated with flowers, but also surrounded by the sound of nature.

It was the turn of summer and autumn, and the flowers in the garden had long since faded. Murongli stood quietly on the terrace, the cool breeze lifted the blue hair on his forehead and brushed his lips that had never been slightly curved all day long.

The bamboo flute touches the lips, closes gently and opens slowly, the sound of cool music, the cold beats the autumn wind, it is an endless parting sorrow.

Xuanwu Terrace.

The person sitting in a daze beside the short bench suddenly stood up, startling Mo Lan who was driving next to him.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Mo Lan worried.

Zhi Ming frowned intently, stretched out his ears to confirm, "Listen, Mo Lan, is Ah Li playing the flute again?"

When Mo Lan heard the words, she also closed her eyes and listened carefully. There was indeed a faint music among the whirling leaves, "It seems to be... eh? Your Majesty?"

Mo Lan opened his eyes, there was no one else in front of him, when he chased out of the bedroom, he saw the king of his family leaning over the railing on the balcony, resting his chin on his hands, looking into the distance sullenly.

Where is the king's sight, don't ask, it is Xiangxutai.

This is not the first time he has been like this, Mo Lan sighed, walked to Zhi Ming, followed Zhi Ming's line of sight, and saw from a distance, among the layers of forest, on Xiangxu stage, the jade man stood holding the flute, Su Ying was alone , I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

"Mo Lan..." Zhi Ming said in a muffled voice, "Do you think Ah Li is always like this?"

"This..." Mo Lan looked at Murong Li in the distance, and couldn't bear to say, "I don't know, Ah Li seems to like to be alone."

"Ah Li's songs are always like this... this... makes me panic." Zhi Ming muttered to himself.

"A Li's flute skills are indeed outstanding. This piece has the style of Yaoguang and elegant music, but it is more refined than palace music. This piece should only exist in the sky!" Mo Lan admired, his eyes were full Admiration.

Zhi Ming patted Mo Lan on the shoulder angrily, "What's so special, I just think Ah Li is unhappy!"

"Oh, Your Majesty..." Mo Lan pouted and said aggrievedly, "Ah Li is much better now, Your Majesty didn't see that when I first met Ah Li..."

"Just met?" Zhi Ming regained his energy, "When you first met A Li, what was he like?"

Mo Lan thought for a while, then hesitated, "Well... I can't say, anyway, it won't be better than it is now."

Zhiming was silent, he looked at the figure standing alone in the distance, his brows were deeply furrowed, "Do you think Ah Li has always been this kind of person?"

Mo Lan sighed, "I don't know, when I met Ah Li, he was a flute master in the theater troupe, and the troupe master also said that he didn't know where he came from, only that he didn't like to talk, didn't like to laugh, and always stayed alone , but the flute is very good. Thinking about it... A Li used to be wandering around by himself."

Clasping his hand on the railing suddenly, Zhi Ming whispered, "Ah Li...he must have suffered a lot."

Mo Lan immediately nodded in agreement, "Your majesty doesn't even know, let alone anything else, just when I was in Tianji, the national teacher... I don't know what his plan is, so I called A Li to the inn He is still unwilling to leave when Ah Li wants to leave, and if the minister hadn't appeared in time, Ah Li would definitely be wronged."

"You did a good job!" Zhiming said angrily, "What a Tianji, this lord, this lord really wants to deal with him properly."

Mo Lan was startled, quickly grabbed Zhi Ming, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, be careful, Tianji is already a country. It is not right for your Majesty to say that."

"Isn't it right? I'm in my own palace, so I can't say anything?" Zhiming said displeased, "I don't like fighting, but...but at least I have to kill that national teacher."

"Yes, yes, the king loves Ah Li very much. It is right for the king to be angry. It is all the fault of the national teacher, but the king should stop saying such things. Otherwise, if the grand master listens to it, won't he say it again? Li is a demon who will harm the country." Mo Lan reminded cautiously.

Mo Lan was quite right, she was at a loss for words, but her heart was holding her breath, pacing back and forth, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence, "Ah Li is not."

Seeing Zhiming like this, Mo Lan shook her head helplessly, and had to "smooth" the angry king, "Isn't it? Then the king can't let Ah Li be wronged."

Seeing that Zhiming's expression seemed to be loose, Mo Lan's heart turned slightly, and he decided to divert Zhiming's attention, "Actually, the king just wants to let Ah leave his heart. This is the most important thing right now, isn't it?"

"You have a solution?" Zhi Ming gave Mo Lan a sideways glance.

The trick succeeded, Mo Lan said with a smile, "I think, no matter how big the palace is, there is only a square of sky on the left, A Li will inevitably be bored if he stays in the palace for a long time, why not take A Li out for a walk? "

Leaving the palace?With Ah Li?It sounds pretty good...but..."What fun is there outside the palace?"

Mo Lan said with a smile, "It's very lively outside the palace today. When I entered the palace this morning, the carriage was blocked on the road."

"Really?" Zhi Ming also often sneaked out of the palace. The street is indeed much more lively than the palace, but... "It's not the first day of the lunar new year or the Lantern Festival. How could it be as exaggerated as you said?"

Mo Lan said aggrievedly, "Really, when did this humble minister lie to the king. Your king, do you know what day it is today?"

"A Li! A Li!"

The resentful flute sound was interrupted by shouts resounding through Xiangxutai, Murongli put down his flute, and looked at the people who were calling his name under Xiangxutai while trotting all the way into Xiangxutai.

It's this man again, who sits in a country, eats and waits to die, but lives a happy life, and calls him "A Li A Li" on his own initiative.

Once upon a time, there was such a person who would call him "Ali Ali", but he was gone...

Murong Li closed his eyes and frowned, tightly clenched Xiao's hand, feeling a severe headache.

"What's wrong with Ah Li?" Zhi Mingcai boarded Xiang Xutai, seeing Murong Li's expression was not very good-looking, hurried over to support him, and asked with concern, "Ah Li is dizzy again?"

Murong Li avoided Zhi Ming's hand without moving his expression, and said humbly in a low voice, "It's okay."

Zhi Ming was skeptical, but he couldn't refute Murong Li's words, so he smiled, "As long as Ah Li is fine."

Murong Li took a look at Zhi Ming, and said calmly, "Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood today."

Zhiming chuckled, "That's right, Ah Li will leave the palace with the king."

out of the palace?

Murong Li was taken aback for a moment, before he could react, his hand was already held by Zhi Ming.The man pulled him away, and just two steps out of Xiangxutai, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and hurried back to the room, Murongli waited in the same place without interest, after nearly a year of getting along, with his respect for the executive Ming Ming understood that he would not be surprised if the king of the country in front of him did any absurd things.

After a while, the man ran out again in a hurry, shook the things in his hands, and threw them on Murongli's body in the air, "It's autumn, the weather is getting colder, I don't know when I will come back at night, Ah Li today The clothes are thin, don't catch cold."

The person in front of him held his shoulders with both hands, smiled at him gently, then lowered his head and carefully tied the cloak for him.Murong Li stared blankly, feeling a sense of warmth in his heart, he hadn't felt such a feeling for a long time, so long that Murong Li almost forgot this feeling, so long that he wasn't sure if it was real.

"Ah Li...what's the matter?" Zhi Ming put on his cloak and looked up, seeing Murong Li staring at him in a daze, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Murong Li was startled, turned his eyes away, "Let's go."

Although it was still daytime, the streets were already hung with lanterns and colorful silks.

Pedestrians coming and going are crowded, cars and horses are noisy, hawkers are hawking, and many shops are greeting customers while setting up their stores, and they are extremely busy.

It's a festive season, and the people are happy and happy. Zhiming is very pleased to see it.

A passer-by walked by and bumped into Murongli without paying attention, the man turned his head and smiled apologetically, Murongli bowed his head and responded, but Zhi Ming pulled him closer, "A Li, be careful, don't get too far away from me."

Murong Li didn't answer, but just asked, "Your Majesty, where are you taking me?"

Zhi Ming raised his hand to protect Murong Li, separated him from the crowd, and said with a smile, "Don't Ah Li feel that the street is very lively today?"

Murongli looked around, it was very lively, but no matter how lively it was, it was not his.

"Your Majesty, you seem to like the excitement very much." Murong Li said indifferently.

"Of course, Ah Li doesn't like it..." Zhi Ming turned his head and saw Murong's uninterested look, with a smile on his lips.

The people passing by, two in pairs, four in groups, were all smiling, only Murongli, looking at them, kept silent, his eyes were filled with emptiness that Zhi Ming couldn't understand.

There was a sudden tug in his heart, Zhi Ming felt very distressed, he grabbed Murongli's hand, and asked softly, "Ah Li, look at this street, what Ah Li likes, I will buy it for you."

Murong Li shook his head, "I don't have anything I want."

Seeing Murongli's low interest, Zhiming said in a discouraged manner, "Then I will buy the whole street."

Sure enough, the king of a country would say something, Murongli thought, he doesn't want this person's things, this person has turned into a childish temper...

Forget it, Murongli softened his tone a bit, and persuaded, "Your Majesty does not lack these things, why bother the people and waste money."

"This king just wants Ah Li to be happy." Zhi Ming secretly glanced at Murong Li aggrievedly, and muttered, "Why is it so difficult to make Ah Li smile..."

Murong Li: "..."

Zhi Ming drooped his head, looking very unhappy, in fact he was really unhappy, he was racking his brains thinking about what to do to make this indifferent person feel stuck in his heart, and when he was silent it made him feel even more distressed Master Murong smiled.

When Murong Li saw it, he felt an inexplicable guilt. After all, he was... the king of a country with heavenly power, and he was as worried as a silent child because of him.

But with him like this, no one could persuade him, Murong was helpless, looked around, and suddenly his eyes stopped on a small stall.

Zhi Ming also found out that it was a very common stall for throwing pots and rings. The stall owner put out all kinds of strange gadgets, attracting people to come by throwing rings or throwing pots. You can try it several times for a penny. In the end, the trapper is rewarded with the item in the trap, and the potter is rewarded with the number of lottery hits in exchange for the corresponding reward item. Such stalls are everywhere in Tianquan, and every time Zhiming slips out of the palace, he will go there. For fun, he is a good player when it comes to throwing pots.

"What did Ah Li see?" Zhi Ming asked happily.

Murong Li glanced at Zhi Ming, and said calmly, "That rattle."

Zhi Ming was slightly taken aback, "A Li likes... rattles?"

"Ah."

Mingming nodded, no matter what it is, since Ah Li wants it, "I will win it back for Ah Li."

Zhiming walked to the stall with a smile, paid the money and asked, "Boss, if you want to throw this rattle into a pot, how can you get it?"

The boss smiled and said, "Hey, son, you really have vision. I didn't blow it. Don't underestimate this rattle. Look at the pattern and workmanship... It was sold to a merchant from Yaoguang a few days ago. mine."

Yao Guang...

Zhi Ming was slightly taken aback, then turned his head to look at Murongli who was waiting not far away, in the crowd, he looked so thin, his eyes looked at him like a cold spring in the mountains.

Zhi Ming smiled softly at him, turned his head, "Tell me, how to win this thing."

The boss was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the gentle and polite guest just now suddenly became a little cold, so he said nicely, "Master, this rattle, according to the stall's rules, today's Qixi Festival, throwing pot beards You must hit all seven shots in a row to be considered a winner.”

As soon as this remark came out, there were boos around, saying that the boss's decision was too difficult, it was just a rattle, not only had to hit seven shots, but he had to hit consecutive shots, which was clearly for the purpose of making money.

The boss was at a loss for a while, wondering if the young man in front of him who suddenly became cold-faced also felt that his rules were too embarrassing, he hesitated, "Uh...Sir, how about..."

"Seven shots will be seven shots." After Zhi Ming finished speaking, he picked up the arrow and walked to the prescribed position, put his five fingers together, and held the arrow...

He raised his head and glanced at Murong Li, the man in the crowd was also looking at him, Zhi Ming's lips curled up, and an intoxicated smile appeared on his confident face.

Then he retracted his gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly, and fixed his eyes on the mouth of the pot.

brush brush...

Amid the dumbfoundedness of the crowd, Zhi Ming threw all seven arrows without even taking a breath.

"Seven...seven hits!"

"Yes! It's in the Seventh Company."

"Such a speed, my lord is amazing!"

"The boss keeps his word!"

Surrounded by booing and applauding sounds, the boss looked at the clay pot stupidly, then at Zhiming, Xin Dao really met his opponent today...

Zhi Ming patted the boss on the shoulder, and stretched out his hand in front of him.

The boss smiled dryly and picked up the rattle from the ground and put it in Zhiming's hand, "Young master is really powerful, this rattle belongs to you, young master, please go slowly."

It turned out that he was afraid that he was so powerful, and if he threw other things in, he would see off the guests, Zhi Ming didn't care, he only wanted this thing.

Smiling very chicly, Zhi Ming took out a piece of silver and put it in the boss's hand, then turned and left with the rattle.

Unexpectedly, the boss is also an honest person, so he chased after him a few steps and grabbed Zhi Ming, "Master, this is what you won, so there is no reason to collect more money, and besides, you gave too much, this is just a rattle, not worth it." This price."

"I say it's worth it, it's worth it, as long as Ah Li wants it, it's a priceless treasure."

"A Li..." The boss messed around in the crowd with a dazed expression, "Who is A Li?"

Zhi Ming walked back to Murongli with the rattle, shook it lightly, the rattle made a drumming sound, Zhi Ming looked at Murongli and smiled, "Give it to Ah Li."

In an instant, a look of pain flashed in Murongli's eyes, and his water-colored thin lips were tightly pressed together.

"Wow! Father, there are so many people. You see, there are really many people. I still don't believe it when A Xu told me." Murong Li was hugged by a graceful man, and his eyes looked around in surprise.

"Young master, I've already told you that when I come out, I want to call my father, not my father." The servant dressed as a servant of an ordinary family smiled and gave Murongli a "glaring" look.

In a moment of excitement, he forgot what Ah Weng told him before he came out, Murong Li pouted guiltily, and stared at the man with big eyes.

The man laughed proudly, "It's okay, Ah Weng, this street is bustling with cars and horses, no one will notice us."

Murong Li stuck out his tongue at A Weng when he heard the words, and grabbed the man's neck with a sweet smile, "Father, there are so many things on the street, Li'er wants to come out every day."

"Haha, that's not acceptable." The man laughed.

"Why?" Murong Li pouted, "Axu can go shopping in the street from time to time."

"Because Axu lives outside the palace."

"Na Li'er also wants to live outside the palace."

"Young master, don't say these words indiscriminately." A Weng reminded.

"Why!"

"Li'er," the man stroked Murongli's head, and said kindly, "Because everyone has their own responsibilities when they come into this world. Look, Li'er, everyone on this street is happy, with joy in their eyes. It is the responsibility of being a father, and it will also be Li'er's responsibility in the future, Li'er likes the excitement here, but the excitement here needs to be guarded by Li'er, understand?"

Murong Li ignorantly looked at the passers-by and the thriving shops, and nodded obediently, "Li'er wants to protect the people, so he has to study more and practice martial arts, and he can't go out of the palace often. Li'er understands, father, please rest assured." , Li'er will be a bright master like a father."

The man rubbed Mu Rongli's hair with both satisfaction and distress, and said with a smile, "But actually, as a father, I only hope that my Li'er can live in peace and grow old without any worries."

The man sighed in his heart, he knew that being in the emperor's house and being in this world with hidden currents was simply an extravagant wish.Looking at the people who are living a peaceful life in front of him, and seeing the innocent but gradually sensible son in his arms, he has no choice but to fall into worry. He knows that Juntian's royal power is weakening day by day, and it will be a matter of time before the world falls apart.Tianquan and Tianxuan have already established a country, with two strong neighbors on their side, Yaoguang can be said to have a thorn in his back. He only hopes that Yaoguang will be stronger and stronger in his lifetime. He doesn't want his people's country to be ruined, and he doesn't want his son. Experienced the flames of war, life and death.

"Father, father, what's the matter with you?" Murongli stretched out his hand to smooth the man's frown, "Father, don't worry, Li'er will listen to the Taifu and the master."

The man smiled, he shouldn't bring such worries to his son, he should block those wind and rain for him, and let him grow up safely.

"Look, Li'er, is there anything you like on this street? Tell your father, he will buy it for you."

Murong Li opened his watery eyes and looked around expectantly, and finally his gaze stayed on a rattle, "Li'er wants that."

"Ah Weng remember that the young master has a rattle?" The waiter laughed.

"I gave it to Axu," Murongli looked at the man, and explained earnestly, "A few days ago, Axu was sick and refused to take medicine, so I promised him that as long as he took the medicine, I would give him the rattle."

The man smiled heartily, "Li'er likes Axu very much?"

Murong Li nodded.

"How about asking Axu to be your attendant after Li'er enters school?"

"Really?" Murong Li smiled brightly, then bowed his hands, and saluted the man in the arms of the man in a dignified way, "Li'er, thank you father."

The man and the waiter at the side were amused, he laughed loudly, hugged Murongli and ran towards the peddler selling rattles.

Murongli was hugged in his arms, passed through layers of crowds, and laughed so hard.

The man bought the rattle in a few words, shook it, handed it to Murongli, and smiled kindly, "Give it to Li'er."

"Ali"

Murongli put away the past memories and looked up at Zhiming.

Zhi Ming was stunned, and his heart was twisted by the unbearable pain in his eyes.

"Don't Ah Li like this rattle? If you don't like it, I will give it to Ah Li..."

"No need!" Murong Li grabbed the rattle and held it in his arms, "This one is very good."

The two walked down the street side by side.

Zhi Ming turned his head to look at Murongli from time to time, but the person next to him just kept holding the rattle in his arms and remained silent.

"A Li likes this drum very much?" Zhi Ming suddenly asked.

Murong Li nodded.

"A Li... like Yao Guang's things?"

I like Yaoguang's flowers, I like Yaoguang's music, I even like Yaoguang's rattle...

Murong Li paused and stopped in place, "What does Your Majesty want to ask?"

Zhi Ming also stopped and looked at Murong Li, the person in front of him stood with lowered eyes, wondering what was in those eyes...

Zhiming sighed in his heart, "This king wants to tell Ah Li that no matter where Ah Li comes from, Tianquan is Ah Li's home."

Murongli raised his head suddenly, there was surprise in his eyes, and when that surprise touched the tenderness in Zhi Ming's eyes, it gradually softened.

Murong Li opened his eyes, hugged the rattle, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little fairies on Weibo for waiting so late~~~

Do you think the first part of more than 5000 words is over?

wrong!I’m going to pass on the next article~~~~ Two special articles that add up to almost 10000 words~~~ I coded on the highway, this is the legendary driving 233333

And festival traffic jams on Tianquan First Ring Road.

I don’t know how long Mo Lan’s traffic was stuck, anyway, mine was stuck for a long time 233333

The background of the Tanabata special that I promised you is A Li’s first year in Tianquan. This is also the first time he and Zhiming spend Qixi together.

Fairies, for you, I let a country with no women go back to Tanabata 2333333333