[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

[Separate husband and wife] Tanabata special: He and his years (Part [-])

The two wandered on the street for a while, Zhi Ming told Murongli all the way about the streets and alleys of Tianquan Wangcheng, where there is fun and where there is delicious food.

It is really unimaginable that a king who grew up in the palace knows all about these stalls and restaurants.

"Some of these were discovered by Mo Lan, and some were discovered by the king himself." Zhi Ming smiled, and he was very proud of his "wide knowledge" between his brows.

Murong Li sighed inwardly, in fact, after he came to Tianquan, he had already sent Geng Yin and Geng Chen to explore the roads of the royal city, it can be seen that the person in front of him spoke with such interest that he didn't want to disturb him, Since he likes to talk, he just listens.

"This king looks at Ah Li and doesn't seem to like the excitement." Zhi Ming looked at Murong Li and asked softly.

Murong Li said lightly, "As long as the king likes it."

Zhi Ming Mo's eyebrows frowned suddenly, "This king brought A Li out for the festival, A Li doesn't like it, and this king doesn't like it either."

Childish tantrum again.

Murong Li felt helpless, Tianquan took the lead in establishing the country, and the previous king was also a feudal lord that even Juntian was quite afraid of, why did he insist on...

After hesitating for a while, Murongli reached out and pulled La Zhiming's sleeve, "Your Majesty..."

"This king has thought of it!"

Murong Li: "..."

"Where did this king think of taking Ah Li?"

Without waiting for Murongli's reaction, Zhi Ming winked at him, took his hand and ran away.

Murong Li was dragged by Zhi Ming, passing through the flow of people coming and going, the man held his hand tightly in his hand, and ran ahead to block the oncoming people for him, Murong Li looked at the people standing in front of him Looking at the back of the man, he finally lowered his eyes, and he was still pulling him away.

The two of them crossed the streets and alleys all the way, running more and more sideways, and finally stopped at the foot of a mountain.

Murongli looked up at the towering Bixiu Mountain Peak, this is...

"Huh... this is Xuanwu Peak." Zhi Ming panted.

Murongli wanted to say that of course he knew that this was Xuanwu Peak, but why did they come to Xuanwu Peak?

"Ah Li knows that this is the divine mountain of Heavenly Power. It is said that there is a basalt lying in the fairy cave in the mountain. Many people come here to make wishes. I heard that the higher you climb, the more spiritual you will be."

"Your Majesty wants to make a wish?" Murong Li asked.

"It's Ah Li Xu." Zhi Ming smiled, "A Li is always worried, Ah Li refuses to tell this king, and this king can't help Ah Li to relieve his worries." Zhi Ming smiled lonely, "In that case, Ah Li Let's make a wish on the holy mountain, this king will accompany Ah Li to climb to the top of the mountain, and Ah Li's wish will definitely come true."

Murongli stared at Zhiming in a daze, then looked at the so-called "Peak" hidden in the clouds and couldn't see the top, he wanted to tell Zhiming that he really didn't have to, but seeing Zhiming's expectant eyes, When the words came to his lips, it turned out to be, "Then hurry up."

The mountain road of Xuanwu Peak is steep and difficult to walk. Ordinary people who make wishes almost worship at the foot of the mountain. The rare people with strong desires in their hearts can climb to the mountainside at most.

"My lord... Be careful, Ah Li." Zhi Ming took Murongli's hand and supported his shoulder, and continued, "This lord knows that there should be an altar on the top of the mountain, but except for... No one has been there, it is estimated that it is deserted, so we will go there."

Murongli looked at Zhiming whose forehead was covered with sweat, and then looked at the endless mountain road, and sighed in his heart, but he didn't feel tired.

The higher the mountain road, the narrower it is. In some places, the stone slabs have been weathered and collapsed, leaving only the dirt road, soaked in the fog in the mountain, and very slippery.

Zhi Ming held Murongli's hand tightly all the way, carefully protecting him.

Next to the mountain road is the cliff of ten thousand zhang. Zhiming looked down the mountain, and the two seemed to be born in the clouds, "No wonder the elegant people always want to hide in the mountains and forests. Deep in the sea of ​​clouds, empty green and quiet, even those who want to fly kites in the sky can bear it." I can't stop looking at the peak to rest my heart."

Murongli looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds and waves, and felt a rare sense of relief in his heart.

"Does Your Majesty also want to go into seclusion?" Murongli teased Zhi Ming in a rare way.

If this happened at a normal time, Zhi Ming would have been happy to continue the conversation, but Murongli waited for a long time but did not see Zhi Ming's answer. Yunhai, I don't know what I'm thinking...

Murongli suddenly felt that Zhi Ming in front of him was a little strange.

Xu Shi was absorbed in watching, but Murongli didn't care about his feet, as soon as his footsteps slipped, his body lost his center of gravity and fell down the mountain road.

In a blink of an eye, the person beside him suddenly pulled Murongli sideways, and suddenly moved back, and the two of them fell on the mountain road together.

Murongli just felt that falling on the mountain path didn't hurt very much, the place behind him that should have been on the stone edge was separated, and what separated him from the stone edge was Zhi Ming's arm.

"you……"

Murong Li stared blankly at the person who was close at hand, his face turned pale from the pain, and he said to him with a gentle smile, "Is Ah Li scared?"

Murong swayed in his heart, not knowing what to say or what to do, but Zhi Ming was still holding her, his bubbling eyes were full of shock and unspeakable emotions.

Zhi Ming helped Murongli up with a smile, and raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, "Don't be afraid, Ah Li, this king will protect Ah Li."

Murongli looked at Zhi Ming puzzled, he really didn't understand, why...why did he care so much for him...

It is not easy for the king of a country to get what he wants, so why come to please him.

To please the most heartless man in the world.

Murong Li sideways avoided Zhi Ming's gaze, looked at his arm, the place hidden under the sleeve robe did not know how badly it hurt...

It must be very painful.

Zhi Ming suddenly got up and walked to the edge of the cliff, he paused for a moment and was about to stick his feet out.

"Zhi Ming!"

Murong Li caught a glimpse of Zhi Ming's movements from the corner of his eyes, and called out in desperation.

Zhi Ming turned his head, quite surprised, "A Li...you just..."

Murongli got up and pulled Zhiming to the inner side of the mountain road, with a hint of anger in his expression, "What are you doing?"

Zhi Ming couldn't think about it for a while, so he could only point to a branch of a tree below the cliff on the mountain road and said, "Your rattle fell."

Murongli saw that it was indeed the case, the rattle that he had been holding in his hand like a baby was quietly stuck between the branches of the tree at this moment.

"Ah Li, don't worry, I'm going to pick it up for you."

As Zhi Ming said, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to climb rocks, Murong Li hurriedly grabbed him, and Zhi Ming looked at Murong Li puzzled.

Murong Li frowned slightly, hesitantly said, "Don't pick it up."

"Why? Don't Ah Li like that rattle very much?"

Murong Li let go of Zhi Ming, turned around and left, "Your life is more important."

Zhiming: "..."

After the shocking scene just now, Zhi Ming became much quieter.

The two walked side by side like this, supporting each other from time to time. Although they were silent, they had a tacit understanding.

When the two finally reached the end of the mountain road, as far as they could see, there was indeed an altar built with white stones, which was still majestic and dignified after all the years.

In the middle of the altar, there is a sculpture of Xuanwu looking proudly at it, whistling on the flowing clouds.

"Xuanwu hides feet." Murongli's eyes froze.

"Huh? Hmm...the feet are indeed hidden in the clouds." Zhi Ming looked at the statue of Xuanwu God and sighed earnestly.

Murongli stared at Zhi Ming, the guard in his eyes disappeared for a moment, replaced by doubt and bewilderment.

Zhi Ming didn't seem to see him, he took Murong Li's hand and walked towards the altar, "Let's go, Ah Li, let's make a wish."

Murong Li frowned deeply, he wanted to ask if the person pulling him in front of him really didn't know?

He would like to think that this is just a high mountain that has been passed on by people in some myths. In which country can there be several such mountains?Unexpectedly, there is actually an altar on this mountain, and the god in the altar is Xuanwu.

Everyone knows that Xuanwu is the totem of heaven.

Xuanwu hides his feet and keeps a low profile.Proud Neck Xiaotian, is he going to aspire to the title of Zhongyuan?

Murongli withdrew his hand from Zhiming's hand, and looked at Zhiming with complicated eyes.

His hands were suddenly empty, but Zhi Ming didn't turn his head back, but asked softly, "A Li, what's the matter?"

Murong Li frowned and said hesitantly, "I am not a person of Tianquan, I am afraid that the God of Tianquan may not fulfill my wish."

"A Li, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhi Ming turned around, walked to Murong Li with a smile, took his hand, interlocked his fingers, and then moved the interlocking hands to Murong Li's eyes, "This king is the king of Tianquan, and this king must let the god of Tianquan also protect Ah Li."

After finishing speaking, Zhi Ming raised their interlocking hands, turned to face the altar, and said softly, "A Li, please make a wish. This king is holding A Li's hand, so it should be regarded as this king who made a wish. This king is all heaven." Now that he is the king of power, Xuanwu will still give him some face."

"..." Murong Li felt that he was thinking too much, he should have known that this person would never play cards according to common sense.

Forget it, it's all here, if he doesn't make a wish, he will be disappointed again.

Murongli looked at Xuanwu on the altar, closed his eyes lightly, and made a wish to the totem of the neighboring country.

Let his Murong clan come back to life?Bring Axu back to life?Why should such an unrealistic fantasy embarrass the Great God Xuanwu.Ask the neighboring country's totem to bless you and restore your country?This is too ironic...

Then... why don't you protect the person next to him for the rest of his life? He is the king of heaven. If Xuanwu is really alive, then protect your king of heaven. Let him play like this for the rest of his life, although it is a bit absurd , but it is not a good thing.

Murong Li didn't know that while he was thinking about it with his eyes closed, the person he was praying for beside him was staring at him.

Murongli, who closed his eyes and prayed, had a sense of peace and tranquility, Zhiming was so fascinated by it for a while, when the mountain wind picked up the black hair hanging on the man's forehead and brushed his eyebrows, Zhiming's heart suddenly moved, He also closed his eyes lightly: Beiming Xuanwu, Changyou Tianquan, today the Lord of Quanming petitioned, hoping to protect Murongli's life well.

The weather in the mountains is changeable, often the foot of the mountain is still clear, but the top of the mountain is rainy and empty.

Zhi Ming took off the cloak on his body, grabbed Murong Li to protect him, the two ran all the way and finally found a dilapidated stone house.

"This stone house looks like it should have been built together with the altar." Murongli looked around.

"I think it's used by his old man to take a break after offering sacrifices. It's really thanks to him."

Seeing that Zhiming mentioned that his ancestors were not in good shape, Murongli couldn't help shaking his head.

Seeing Murongli shaking his head helplessly, Zhi Ming thought that he was unhappy because of the rain, and hurriedly said, "Ah Li, don't worry, this king has a loud arrow with him, and Mo Lan will find us soon."

Zhi Ming took out a loud arrow from the back of his waist, and then fell silent.

Murongli looked at Zhi Ming, who was dripping water from head to toe, and at the sounding arrow that was still dripping, and patted Zhi Ming's shoulder, "It's okay."

Zhi Ming looked at Murong Li and saw that his hair and clothes were slightly wet from the rain, he smiled with satisfaction, "It's good that Ah Li is not wet."

Murong Li sighed softly, took out the silk from his sleeve, and gently covered Zhiming's forehead, from the forehead to the eyebrows, then to the cheeks, the corners of the lips...

The soft silk is soaked in water, and it also softens the king's heart.

Zhi Ming stretched out his hand to hold the hand holding the silk handkerchief, and called softly, "A Li..."

Murong Li paused slightly and lowered his eyes.

"A Li..." Zhi Ming called him again, with the utmost tenderness.

Murong Li broke away from Zhi Ming's hand, "I'm going to gather some hay to light the fire."

Zhi Ming grabbed Mu Rongli's arm.

Murongli had no choice but to stop, Zhiming chuckled and said, "With this king around, how can I let Ah Li do such a thing."

Zhi Ming pulled Murong Li to a side of a stone and sat down, then turned around and went to the house to collect some dry wood and withered grass left over from the old days.

The stone house where the fire was lit was much warmer, Zhi Ming took off his wet clothes and roasted them by the fire.

From the distance of the fire, Murong glimpsed a deep bruise on that well-proportioned and powerful arm.

Feeling uneasy, Murongli walked over and sat down beside Zhi Ming, took his arm and looked at it, it seemed a bit skinny.

"Be patient." Murong Li said softly.

Zhi Ming stared blankly at Murong Li tying the silk around his arm, and replied in a daze, "Ah Li is so kind."

Murong Li glanced at him and thought, what a fool.

People always tend to get sleepy after being drenched in the rain. The two snuggled together around the fire, chatting without saying a word.

"It's a pity, it's raining tonight, otherwise you will be able to see the sky full of stars at the top of Xuanwu."

"Your Majesty likes stargazing?"

"Not really, it's just... Does A Li know what day it is?"

"Tanabata."

"So Ah Li knows."

Murong Li said, not only did he know that today is Qixi Festival, but he also knew that this idiot had spent a whole day trying to make him happy.

"A Li, why didn't A Li speak for a long time, the king is sleepy..."

Murong Li's eyes flashed brightly, and he said softly, "Then your majesty can go to sleep."

The rain hit the stone eaves, the vegetation was desolate, Murongli sat quietly by the fire, watching the dry grass beeping in the fire.

The sound of even undulating breathing is wrapped around the ear, and the warm breath blows by, bringing a slightly itchy feeling.

Murong Li knew that the person leaning on his shoulder had already fallen asleep.

Before and after the saddle, you have to rack your brains to figure out how to make him happy. You should be tired after coaxing him so carefully all day.

Based on his understanding of Zhiming, Zhiming doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and what he dislikes the most is Tianji who asks gods for divination all day long.Such tossing is just for him.

Murongli turned his head sideways and looked at the sleeping person beside him, his eyes that were either happy or angry, idiotic or childish were calmly closed at this moment, and occasionally trembled slightly, as if he was dreaming.

There was a trace of tenderness in Murongli's eyes.

He lightly supported Zhiming's head, let him rest on his knees, then took off his cloak and gently covered Zhiming's body.

"Father..." Zhi Ming murmured.

Murong Li thought it was his actions that disturbed him, so he gently brushed the hair on his forehead behind his ears, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Unexpectedly, Zhi Mingchao leaned against Murongli again, and murmured again vaguely.

"A Li..."

Murong Li was slightly taken aback, looked at the person sleeping on his lap, and smiled in the light of the fire.

On the good night of the Qixi Festival, the silver and the Han are far apart, and when the golden wind and the jade dew meet, there are countless victories in the world.

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Ink painting on the seventh day of the seventh month of Yu Dingyou Year (August 2017, 8) on the Chengdu-Chongqing Expressway

(It’s so memorable. I finished writing this 10000-word special feature 2333333 on the Chengdu-Chongqing Expressway, climbing up and downhill, with seven turns and eight turns, resembling a QQ speeding track.)