[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Chapter 67

"The lord!"

"The king is back!"

As soon as Murongli stepped into Zhiming's bedroom, he was surrounded by three figures, Zhiming was so crowded that he had no room, so he had no choice but to stand aside.

The corners of Ayu's eyes were still full of tears, Aqiong was standing behind him with joy on his face, Ahua was still restrained and shy, but his eyes were also flushed.

Murongli hadn't seen them for a long time, so he smiled and said, "Is everything alright?"

"It's all good, it's just that Ah Yu is always thinking about the king, and still crying!" Ah Qiong laughed.

Ayu poked him with his elbow, blushed and said, "Who is crying?"

Seeing that they were still fighting and talking, Murongli couldn't help but smile, A'hua stepped forward and said, "Master...is it okay?"

Murong Li nodded slightly, "I'm fine."

He looked really good, Ah Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief, Zhi Ming stepped forward and put his arms around Murongli's shoulders, "Okay, okay, I've seen you, it's time to let your lord go to rest."

"It's okay."

"You've been on your way recently, you should take a rest."

The three of "Yu Qionghua" looked at each other in dismay, all pursed their lips and secretly laughed, and they flirted away tactfully.

Murongli turned around and looked at Zhiming, "Why are you always so cautious?"

Ever since he came back from Liuli, this person has always been worried, and Murong Li didn't know how to make him feel at ease.

The hand on his shoulders slipped to his waist, Zhiming pulled him into his arms and hugged him, he didn't answer, but said softly, "I want to hug you."

Murong Li sighed softly, let him hug him for a while, pulled a little distance away, and asked, "Where is the sword I brought back from Liuli?"

Zhi Ming let him go helplessly, walked to a box, and took out the sword from it.The whole body of the sword is as black as thick ink, but without traces, it is majestic and majestic like the benevolence of a king, but in reality the blade is frost-condensed and sharp like ice.Zhiming's eyes were slightly cold, and he touched the blade of the sword.

"Be careful!" Murong Li stepped forward and took his hand, a trace of scarlet dripped from the fingertips.

With a frown, Murong Li took the bleeding fingertips into his mouth and sucked it softly, his mouth was instantly full of fishy sweetness.It's just a small injury, it doesn't hurt, but Zhiming's heart itch when he is served by the lips and tongue of the person in front of him.

Murong Li spat out the blood in his mouth, took out a silk from his bosom, wrapped it around his finger wound, and said angrily, "Be careful."

Zhi Ming saw that his eyebrows were angry, and he seemed distressed, his lips were bright red, and the corners of his lips were faintly stained with blood, his eyes softened, he dropped his sword, took him into his arms, leaned over and kissed him.

As soon as the tongue entered his lips, he tasted a fishy sweetness, thinking about the scene just now, it was even more seductive.Licking Murongli's lips and tongue became more aggressive and deep, but still felt that it was not enough, Zhi Ming simply carried the person in his arms across the screen to the couch.

"Blue sky and white sun, what are you doing?" Murong Li pushed him.

Zhi Ming raised his eyebrows playfully, kissed those watery eyes, and said warmly, "Do what Ah Li is thinking about."

"What am I thinking?" Murong Li whispered.

Action is paramount, Zhi Ming buried his head, bit and kissed Murongli's neck and shoulders, the wet warmth and the tingling pain from the tips of his teeth made Murongli snort, speechless, "I didn't think... um... ..."

The tip of the tongue twitched and twiddled Murongli's clear-cut collarbone like playing a zither, which made his heart flutter and he could only catch it with ease.Zhi Ming snorted and groped with the hand around his waist, then he unbuttoned his waist and loosened his belt with ease.There was a sudden chill in his heart, before he could wake up, he was suddenly sucked into a damp and warm cavity, Murong couldn't help panting, and murmured softly, "Zhiming."

This sound was soft and waxy, without the slightest coldness of the past.This is emotional?Zhiming is funny, but also feels soft in his heart, sucking his heart like a feather, he becomes more and more devoted.The pink and tender Jiaorui was so loved that it turned into two bright red flowers, just in response to the love of this room.Murongli impatiently raised his hand to break off Zhiming, but the wanton head covering his heart seemed to be stuck, and he refused to let go at all.

"Easy... Take it easy." Murong Li snorted.

Zhi Ming let go of him, and saw that the beautiful two bright red spots were covered with water stains, sparkling under the candlelight in the room, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the tip of his tongue swirled down, dragging All the way out of the water, to tease the little thing that has been waiting for him in the dense forest.

The hot and wet lips gently served the fragile and sensitive parts, Murong Li's scalp was numb, and he couldn't help reaching out to cover his undulating head between his legs, and said in a trembling voice, "You...slow down."

It seemed that the man was about to oppose him, and he was not slow but quick, forcing him to bite the two poor thin lips tightly, so as to forcefully turn those shameful chanting into muffled hums.

In fact, it's no wonder that Zhiming, a person who is usually cold, self-restraining, dignified and dignified, can only see such a flattering and uncommon mood under his body, no man can't help but love him.

The low, muffled hum became more and more rapid, and ended with a high-pitched sound, and then, in the undiminished emotional tide, there was only a faint panting.Zhi Ming raised his head, moved upwards, propped his hands on Murongli's sides, looked down at him from above, the person under him covered his eyes with his hands, and smiled contentedly at the corners of his lips.

This person always looks like this, he is obviously too shy to meet people, but he seems to be inviting him, how can he stop?Do you think it's difficult or not?

But Murong Li didn't know Zhi Ming's thoughts, he lay quietly, his messy hair covered his heart, a few strands in twos and threes scattered in his slightly opened mouth, already wet with body fluid.

Zhiming's eyes were blurred, he lowered his head, covered his slightly parted lips, hooked the black hair in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, pulled it aside, and entangled with him again.

With lips and teeth entangled, Murong Li said vaguely, "You are really ridiculous."

"Is this absurd?" Zhi Ming lightly picked the tip of his tongue, and replied, "There are even more absurd."

The sound of the rustling clothes falling to the ground and the creaking of the wood echoed the joyful chant of waves higher and higher. It was a charming and lingering tune, singing from the blue sky and white sun to the moon and stars.

Even if there are eighteen kinds of martial arts, it is time to practice them all. In the bed curtain, Zhiming looked at the person in his arms who closed his eyes peacefully, with a gentle smile, but seeing the blue and red staggered shoulders and neck like snow jade, thinking I'm afraid the more secret places under the quilt are even more unbearable, and I feel guilty for a while, it's too much, people who used to be restrained, why can't they control it today?

Zhi Ming sighed inwardly, this bedroom has been cold for three years, and today he finally welcomes another master back, for him, this is considered to be warmed up, this is considered to be a home.

Zhi Ming gently played with Murongli's hair, pecked lightly on his forehead now and then, then kissed his soft lips again.Murongli didn't fall asleep, but he was tossed so hard that he didn't even bother to open his eyes, he was so used to behaving mischievously, it became more and more unreasonable, Murongli let him go as if he gave up.Although the object under him was finally more honest, it was stubbornly sticking to his body and refused to go out, Murongli was even more afraid to move, otherwise it would suddenly get involved and arouse him emotionally, and it would be his fault to keep it intact. .

Murongli was very puzzled, he felt that it shouldn't be like this, with all the organs in the world, why did he seem to have fallen into Zhiming's hands, and the deeper and deeper he fell, he was afraid that he would never be able to recover in this life.

If he was thinking about it in a daze, Murongli laughed unknowingly, Zhiming saw that he was awake, so he leaned into his ear and said softly, "Since Hao Rong'er is awake, please talk to me."

Murong Li wanted to coax him, but he listened again, "At any rate, I have worked hard all day!"

The word "strength" was deliberately emphasized, and when he said it, the lower part of his body was very cooperatively protruding, which caught Murongli off guard, and he gave another loud and joyful chant.

Really! "You're acting good when you get cheap," Murong Li said angrily, "It's you who are talking about!"

Zhi Ming had been teasing him, listening to his cries of pain, he retreated reflexively, Murong Li felt a greasy warm current gurgling down his legs, his neck and face turned red in an instant.

"What's wrong with Ah Li?" Zhi Ming wanted to lift the quilt to look "worriedly", but Murong Li leaned over to kiss him. He even raised it slightly, a very smug smile.

Murong Li's forehead twitched, thinking that this person is really bad!

The next day, both Zhi Ming and Murong Li woke up very early, not because they were in good spirits, but because they were hungry.The two of them didn't eat anything from the absurd afternoon to midnight yesterday, and the dry land was all physical work, so the one who wasn't hungry could only be a god.

Zhi Ming looked at Murongli with a smile on his face, and picked up the clothes thrown all over the floor for him, but felt that it was too dirty to wear for him, so he opened the cabinet, found Murongli's old clothes and put them on for him. .

Zhi Ming, who had already passed the breakfast in the outer hall and came back, saw Murong Li was still lying on the bed, sitting with his knees bent, his chin resting on his hands, he wondered how cute he looked in a daze.

"Aren't you hungry?" Zhi Ming sat down beside the bed and hugged him.

Murong Li suddenly regained his senses, pushed Zhiming, "Well, let's go eat."

After speaking, he got off the bed and took the bedding with him.Seeing his weird expression, Zhi Ming paid extra attention to his small movements, and only after he walked a few steps did he secretly lift the corner of the quilt, only to see some bright red spots in the mess, and a rush of hot blood rushed straight to his throat.

That time many years ago, he woke up dizzy and was shocked to hear that he had left without saying goodbye, so how could he pay attention to this, when he returned to the bedroom, the bed had been tidied up by the palace servants so that he could not even find a strand of blue hair.Afterwards, when Murongli came back, he took care of his body, and controlled himself carefully so as not to hurt him.Last night was so much...

Zhi Ming suddenly turned around and hugged Murong Li.

There was a sudden weight behind his back, and Murong Li laughed, "What's wrong?"

Zhi Ming buried his head on his back, sniffing his faint scent, and said in a muffled voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Murong Li was stunned, knowing that he had seen through him, so he was also ashamed, and said like a mosquito, "It's okay."

Zhi Ming chuckled, rubbed the back of Murong Li's neck, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Ah Li... will you return to Yaoguang?"

This is an unavoidable problem between them. Zhiming knows that they both love someone who cannot completely belong to each other, because they still have the well-being of the common people on their shoulders.

Murongli was silent for a moment, then gently patted the hands around his waist, "Zhi Ming, you and I both want the world."

Although these are words of love, when they come out of his mouth, they are not half as charming as the boudoir. These words should be the most important words of a king, and they are worth a lot of money, which makes people feel at ease.

Zhi Ming chuckled, he was really lucky to fall in love with such a man, and he is still the best man in the world.

After eating breakfast, the emperor, who had been absent from work for a long time, had to go to Shangshutai to deal with government affairs. After all, it was a big deal to run away as a general.

Murong Li had nothing to do, walked back to the bedroom, looked at the residence of his loved one, felt his breath was everywhere, and it was warm everywhere.When the corner of his eyes glanced at the book case, Murong Li's eyes paused, and he walked over quickly, there was a pile of "Murong Li" on the book case.

This is new. I have seen many portraits. It is really rare for wood carvings to carve people so lifelike.Murongli picked up one casually, it was a "Murongli" dressed in fine attire, with a jade button on his head, with a youthful face and defensive eyes, just like the young man when he first came to Tianquan, indifferent and alienated, he didn't believe in anyone People, only they understand their own loneliness, they know their uneasiness.Murongli caressed the wooden carving's brows and eyes carefully, is this what he looked like then?How could he have imagined that such a cold heart could still be warmed up, and would be flustered and throbbed by one person.

Thinking of this, an indescribable sweetness flooded his heart, and he picked up another one, the golden crown robe, which was the same as when he was a Lantai Ling, and then there was a fox fur cage, sleeping peacefully with closed eyes, It was him three years ago, before he parted ways with Zhi Ming.

Murong Li's eyes trembled, and he pressed the wood carving to his heart. He had already seen the sawdust and the scattered carving knives on this table, and the only one who could do carpentry in the emperor's bedroom was the emperor himself, so he thought He, has he spent three years engraving his appearance?It's no wonder that every time I linger with him, I always feel that there are many small wounds on the hand caressing my body.

"How could Murongli meet such a you!"

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an idiot.

There are a lot of things that need to be dealt with urgently, seeing the sun is in the sky, Zhi Ming stretched his waist, thinking about finding a free time to have dinner with Murongli.Since the reunion, the two have been almost inseparable, and he is not willing to leave him alone.

"Report to Your Majesty, Lord Murong seeks to see you." The servant came to report.

Zhiming's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said happily, "Come in, please."

Saying please, he threw away the pen himself, and hurried out, and just two steps away, he saw the man approaching, with a food box in his right hand.

"Why is Ah Li here?"

Murongli put the food box on the low table, and said with a smile, "I'm here to eat."

It turned out that the two wanted to go together, Zhiming was even more delighted, he quickly sat him down, opened the food box, there were several side dishes inside, and there was a plate of pastries on the second floor.

That's all for nothing, but the appearance of this pastry is very familiar, Zhi Ming took a piece and tasted it, wondering, "Is this the pastry we ate in Yaoguang?"

Murong Li nodded and smiled, "How?"

Zhiming laughed and said, "This time it's not plum blossoms, but... jujube paste?"

Murongli nodded and said, "There is no plum blossom, so I used jujube paste."

The two of them went to pick the plum blossoms back then. They only soaked a small box, but they didn't use up all the plum blossoms. After three years, they didn't know where they went.

"It's delicious." Zhi Ming brought the chopsticks to Murong Li's mouth again, "Ah Li, have a taste too."

Murongli took a bite, sweet to the point of his heart, and Zhi Ming said, "Unexpectedly, the imperial chef from Yaoguang is quite capable, and can also make palace cakes, so it can't be that he came from your palace?"

Seeing that he was eating happily, Murong Li smiled and said nothing, "If you like it, just do it again."

Zhi Ming was delighted to have such a peaceful and stable time with him, he didn't pay attention too much, seeing Murong Li smiling shyly, he was not surprised, "Ah Li, what are you laughing at?"

Murong Li hurriedly collected his expression, turned around and asked, "Why didn't you see Mo Lan? And Xiaopang."

Forget it Mo Lan, Xiaopang watched him leave back then, and had to hang him out in the snow all night, Murongli was very sorry, but he never saw him when he came back, could it be that he is not in the imperial capital?

The hand holding the chopsticks froze slightly, and Zhi Ming said, "Little Fatty, he was injured, and Luo Min held him hostage when he left the city."

Murongli understood that Mo Lan returned early, probably because of this, "You're hiding it from me again."

Zhi Ming apologized, "I didn't do it on purpose, but I just saw you happy, so I couldn't say anything."

Murong Li sighed, "After lunch, shall we go out of the palace to see him?"

Zhi Ming nodded and smiled, whatever Ah Li said was good.

In the North Garden of Mo Mansion, Mo Lan came slowly, looked at the food on the table, and finally there were traces of tampering.He heaved a sigh of relief, and when he walked into the room, he saw that Xiaopang was still sitting on the window string with his knees in a daze, but he had finally changed his clothes, and at first glance it looked the same as before.

"Little Fatty." Mo Lan called him.

Fatty turned his head and saw that it was Mo Lan, so he jumped out of the window and smiled, "Master Hou."

"You..." Mo Lan was surprised, he seemed to be more energetic than a few days ago.

Xiaopang knew why he was surprised, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, the king has been back for two days, if he doesn't go to the palace, he will get suspicious."

Mo Lan hesitated to speak, and finally said after a while, "I was about to tell you, Ah Li...I mean the king already knew."

Xiaopang was stunned, and forced a smile, that's right, how can such a big matter be hidden, instead of covering it up in every possible way, it is better to face it calmly, "Master Hou...I..."

Mo Lan knew what he was worried about, and said, "I will definitely not say too much."

Xiaopang nodded, "Thank you, Lord Hou."

Mo Lan sighed deeply, with mixed feelings in her heart.

The emperor arrived at Mo's mansion in the afternoon, Zhi Ming led Murongli out of the carriage, and saw Mo Lan leading the mansion's servants waiting in front of the door, Xiaopang stood behind him, his eyes were red when he saw Murongli.

After entering the main hall and retreating from others, Murongli asked softly, "Is the injury better?"

"It's all good." Xiaopang rubbed his eyes, then suddenly knelt down, "Little Fatty was careless and let Luo Min escape. Please punish him, Your Majesty."

"What are you doing?" Zhi Ming frowned, pulling Xiaopang up, "The widow and Ah Li are here to worry about your injury, what is the crime? He must have planned for a long time to escape, and you are lucky that nothing happened. !"

Xiaopang's eyes darkened slightly, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Seeing that he was still listless, Zhiming only thought that it was because he was frightened and felt guilty, so he asked him for a long time.

Everyone chatted all afternoon and left Mo's residence after dinner.

On the carriage back home, Murongli was silent all the time, Zhi Ming saw that he was bored, and wanted to make him smile, so he moved close to his ear and breathed.Murong Li is the most ticklish here, he shrank his neck after being treated like this, and said angrily, "Don't make trouble."

"What are you thinking about?" Zhi Ming stretched his body and lay down on Murong Li's lap.

Murong Li said, "Little Fatty...why did you get hurt?"

"Naturally, Luo Min held him hostage."

Murong Li shook his head, "But east, west, and west are far away, how could Xiaopang bump into Luo Min so coincidentally?"

Zhi Ming suddenly opened his eyes, slightly shocked, "The two of them often meet each other in the palace."

"But didn't the guards say that Luo Min didn't enter the palace that day?"

This is true, if there was such a possibility long ago, he would definitely send someone to protect Xiaopang. Besides, although Xiaopang doesn't claim to be strong in martial arts, self-protection shouldn't be a problem.

"A Li...do you think that Fatty..." Zhi Ming frowned, "Pangty won't do that."

"Where are you thinking?" Murong Li smiled wryly, he was worried about other things.

Seeing that he didn't suspect Xiaopang, Zhiming felt relieved, Murongli smiled faintly, "Maybe I was overthinking."

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips were wrapped in tenderness, Murong Li smiled and bit Zhi Ming's lips lightly, Zhi Ming bit him back twice, and said dissatisfiedly, "A Li, don't think too much, there are always people around. "

Murong Li nodded with a smile, "Your Majesty wants me to be a hands-off shopkeeper?"

Zhiming laughed, "If there is a store, the widow is in charge of the work, and Ah Li is in charge of counting the money, that would be great."

Murongli smiled and looked sideways at Zhiming, "I'm afraid the capital is not enough to pay, you can't even start a fire."

Zhi Ming was convinced, "Yes, the widow is indeed no better at lighting a fire than Ah Li, but I don't know if Ah Li can put out a fire?"

These words were ambiguous and charming, with a warm breath, flirting in the ears, Murong Li kept avoiding them, and said nervously, "This is in the car."

Zhiming sighed, and reluctantly pulled him back, "I know, we know, let's go back and study the matter of putting out the fire."