[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

The person kneeling on the brocade couch in front of him bowed his head silently, gentle and peaceful.The cold wind hit the house, blowing his snow shirt slightly, which was the same color as his skin.

After so many years, that person is still the same as when he was young.

Zhi Ming raised his hand to caress that fat jade-like white and greasy cheek, and stared at the deep pupils with autumn springs in his eyes, which were also looking at him, and the simple doubts in his eyes softened his heart.

"A Li." Zhi Ming called him softly, "The widow once said that if you and I had never met, maybe everything would be different."

The cold night is cold in the courtyard, but his words are colder than the stone corridor, throwing his whole heart under the nine-storey platform.

Being recalled for a moment, Murongli turned his head away slightly, and retracted the gloom in his eyes.

Zhi Ming didn't mean to make Murong Li feel sad, he turned his head gently to himself, looked into his eyes, his words were tender and filled with deep tiredness, "But I have already met you, what can I say to you?" let you go?"

Murongli looked at Zhiming in astonishment, the disbelief in his eyes flashed across Zhiming's heart, causing a tinge of pain there.

"I don't want to think about the past, I don't want to think about the future, I just want you by my side." After finishing speaking, Zhi Ming lightly grasped Murong Li's thin chin with his right hand, wrapped his left hand around the back of his neck, and grabbed the man Like in the arms, leaning over to kiss.

Murong Li was slightly stunned, his pupils froze for a moment, raised his hand and pushed Zhi Ming away, and said in a panic, "Don't!"

Zhi Ming raised his head suddenly, a thin layer of frost formed in his eyes, his tone was still gentle but chilling, "What's the meaning of this, Ah Li?"

Murong Li pursed his thin lips, clasped his fingers tightly in his sleeves, "I..."

Zhi Ming laughed at himself, and stared at Murong Li jokingly, "A Li is rejecting the widow."

It's not a question, he spoke firmly and naturally, as if he was talking about what kind of tea to drink and what kind of meal to eat today.

Murongli suddenly became upset, what is he doing?He didn't want to see Zhi Ming sad, let alone hurt him again.

Stretching out his hand to grab Zhi Ming's sleeve, Murong Li didn't know how to explain, and said dumbfounded, "I'm not..."

"Then prove it to the widow!"

Sweeping across the room from the corner of his eyes, Zhi Ming suddenly leaned over and pressed Murong Li on the brocade couch, leaned over and ruthlessly kissed those two lips that were slightly parted in shock, when the mouths touched tenderly, the sharp blade pierced the air The humming passed by Zhiming's ears.

The lacquer-painted pupils instantly condensed a strong murderous intent, which surprised Murong Xin, the weight on his body suddenly became lighter, Zhi Ming swept his sleeves, brought a gust of wind, turned around, and was able to stop it Thin blade protects Murongli behind him.

It's unimaginable that a person with cold eyes spoke softly, "A Li, don't be afraid."

Before Murongli could open his mouth, Zhi Ming twisted the gleaming white blade with his bare hands, the blade holder paused slightly, retreated with the momentum, and pulled the sword out of Zhi Ming's hand forcefully, Zhi Ming's eyes became even more murderous, and he approached the holder in three steps The man with the sword clasped the pulse gate of his right hand with his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a bang.

But the person who came here is not a vegetarian, how can he just catch him with his arms out, bent his knees and hit Zhiming's abdomen, Zhiming let out a muffled snort, increased the strength of his fingertips, pressed the pulse door firmly, and raised his hand to hit the Tianjing acupoint on the outside of the person's right arm, causing the force to come The man twisted his arm, lifted his foot and swept him, pinning him to the ground.

After some fighting, the imperial guards outside Xunyou Terrace had already been alarmed. A group of people rushed in and saw Zhi Ming knocking people down to the ground. They were so shocked that they forgot whether to salute or draw their swords at the assassin.

"Zhi Ming!"

In the silence, Murongli let out a soft cry.

Zhi Ming looked at Murongli habitually, but when his gaze was about to meet that person, he suddenly turned to a group of guards who gaped open.

The cold look in the eyes made all the guards tremble, and the head guard was the first to come back to his senses, and hurriedly ordered everyone to draw their knives and surround the assassins on the ground.

Zhi Ming looked at the person on the ground who was desperately trying to resist, with a trace of sarcasm on his lips.

"Zhi Ming!"

Zhi Ming raised his hand and slashed at the back of the man's head, and the struggling man finally fell silent.

The imperial guards rushed forward, tied the fainted assassin's hands behind his back, set him up, and bowed his head, waiting for Zhi Ming's instructions.

Zhi Ming leisurely cleaned up the slightly messy clothes caused by the fight, and said to Murongli as if no one else was there, "I've scared Ah Li, Ah Li doesn't have to be afraid, my widow...will protect Ah Li."

It was only then that everyone realized that there was also a legendary Lord of Yaoguang present, and they all looked at Murongli one after another.

Murong Li's brows were furrowed, his expression was complicated, his eyes directly filtered through the other people, and he stared at Zhi Ming for a moment, that person kept his eyes on the ground from the beginning to the end, and never glanced at him.

"Press it down."

The Emperor ordered sternly, and with the fury of thunder, the imperial guards did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly retreated with the assassin in a coma.

Murong Li wanted to speak but barely stopped, he knew that it would be futile to say anything at this moment.

Zhi Ming glanced coldly at the head of the imperial guard, the chief of the imperial guard couldn't help swallowing, he was personally sent by Zhi Ming to guard the Xunyou Terrace, at that time Zhi Ming had repeatedly told him to keep the Xunyou Terrace safe.The voice of the king's order is still in his ears, and today the majestic emperor personally caught an assassin in the Xunyou Terrace. Even if he has nine lives, it is not enough to kill him.

The head of the imperial guard resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes, laying his head on the ground, waiting to be dealt with.

At the end of the day, there was only a cold voice above his head, "Let's all back down."

The head of the imperial guard looked at Zhi Ming in disbelief, and Zhi Ming glanced at him indifferently, the head of the imperial guard trembled all over, and immediately exited the dormitory as if he had received an amnesty.

In the sleeping hall, there were only two people left for a while, relatively speechless.

Murong Li approached Zhi Ming, raised his hand to cover his arm, "It's all right."

Zhi Ming smiled lightly, and withdrew his hand calmly.

Murong Li was slightly taken aback, laughed at himself, looked up at Zhi Ming, "That man..."

Zhi Ming suddenly hooked his hand around Murongli's neck, kissed him, ignored the man's struggle, the tip of his tongue got into the man's mouth that was about to speak, and swallowed all the words the man wanted to say between his lips and teeth.

It seemed that he wanted to prove the previous question, and it seemed that because he had experienced a hand-to-hand fight, the hand that clasped the back of Murong Li's neck was particularly strong, and he was not allowed to dodge even a little bit.He has nowhere to escape, he can only let that tyrannical tongue hook and curl his tongue, kiss and tease him, he can only still let those snow-white teeth bite his lips, from bottom to top, from top to bottom, over and over again Repeatedly, inch by inch seemed to torture his heart.

The person who was not satisfied with loving the two thin lips slipped the kiss to Murongli's neck, bit down on that inch of snow muscle, and slid his soft tongue wet and greasy across the skin, making Murongli's breath stagnant and aware of his forbearance , Zhi Ming pushed Murong Li to the railing of the partition, pressed him against the railing, and kissed his earlobe.

Murongli's ears are the most sensitive. At this moment, Zhiming sucked it into his mouth maliciously, and teased him very gently. The wet touch intertwined with the scorching breath made Murongli finally unable to hold onto Zhiming's hand, and dodged, "Don't, Please don't..."

Zhi Ming snorted, frowned and let go of Murong Li, as if he was trying his best to calm his messy breathing.For the first time, Murongli saw a kind of restraint in those gentle eyes that shocked him. He is also a man, and he understands what this kind of eyes means. Because he understands, he is shocked.

Zhi Ming bowed his head and softly kissed those surprised eyes, the cold and stern eyes softened instantly, "Did the widow scare Ah Li?"

Murong Xin's head froze, his eyes were stained with deep intolerance, the word "Chuan" was frowned between his brows, Zhi Ming smiled gently, and then he planted a light kiss on the twitching brow, "Don't do this, widow!" I like your smile."

After the kiss was over, Zhi Ming let go of Murong Li, turned around and said, "I will send more people to protect Xun You Terrace, Ah Li don't have to worry."

"Zhi Ming!"

Murong Li grabbed Zhi Ming's hand, "Listen to me."

"Ah Li is tired," Zhi Ming brushed Murong Li's hand away lightly as if nothing had happened, "Ah Li was shocked today, let's go to rest early."

Murong Li wanted to follow Zhi Ming slowly.

"A Li." Zhi Ming suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to do something that I regret."

Murong Li froze in place until the figure of that person disappeared at the palace gate.The hands in the sleeves were tightened unconsciously, with a wet and greasy feeling, Murong Xin's head shook, and he slowly raised his hands, what caught his eyes was a bright red.

There was chaos just now, but now that he thinks about it, he realizes that Zhi Ming took Geng Chen's sword with his bare hands.

His pupils trembled deeply, and Murongli punched on the railing of the cubicle with his fingers.

In an instant, the railing shattered, and a drop of bright red passed through the gap between the fingers, winding down on the slender fingers of the jade sculpture, which was shocking, and then dripped to the ground, splashing a coquettish residual red.

When Zhiming returned to Xuanwu Terrace, Luo Min was waiting for him in the study room of the side hall. Seeing that Zhiming's black robe was slightly messed up and his face was pale, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, Luo Min was taken aback, he was a martial artist with strong insight, when Fu looked carefully, he found that Zhi Ming's right hand lower garment was wet, even though it was a black robe, Luo Min's Min still recognized that it was blood stains, and was shocked immediately, stepped forward to support Zhi Ming and said, "What happened? Why did Your Majesty get hurt?"

Fatty was still calm after hearing this, and immediately ran over from the desk in three steps and two steps, and said in amazement, "What is hurt? Where is your majesty injured?"

The two helped Zhi Ming to sit down beside the brocade couch, Luo Min flicked Zhi Ming's sleeve, blood was everywhere he touched, Xiaopang stared blankly at Zhi Ming's sleeve which was soaked in a large piece of blood. Putting on and taking off his shirt, until Luo Min turned Zhiming's palm over, the two deep interlaced sword marks were still bleeding out.

Xiaopang's eyes turned red in an instant, and his tone was crying, "How can your majesty get hurt when you are so good?"

Luo Min glanced at Xiaopang, and then at Zhiming. He lowered his eyes and was silent from beginning to end, making it difficult to see his mood clearly.

"Don't cry, hurry up and pass on the doctor." Luo Min said calmly.

Xiaopang came to his senses after hearing the words, and ran to find Yicheng while wiping away his tears.

Luo Min sighed deeply, searched around, and finally found a piece of clean silk cloth, and temporarily wrapped Zhi Ming's hand.

"Your Majesty...is it worth it?" Luo Min couldn't help asking.

Zhiming seemed to have finally heard what others said, and smiled indifferently. He put his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and leaned on the low table, his words were filled with exhaustion, "What happened today must not be passed on to the court. superior."

The author has something to say:

Hmm...for the first time, I, Lord Li, got angry~~~~

The house is demolished~~~~