[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Pivot.

Zhong Kunyi is holding the chess pieces to set up a game, saying it is a chess game, but in fact, if you look closely, you can see that the number of moves of the chess pieces does not follow the rules, and it is more like a children's puzzle.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and a man in black hurried over, knelt down and said, "Sir, Zuoyi... ran away."

The hand of Zhong Kunyi who placed the chess piece paused, and suddenly he threw the chess piece in front of the man in black, and the chess piece split in two instantly. The man in black was startled and said in a panic, "Sir, forgive me!"

Seeing this, Xie Feng intervened, "Didn't you already intercept and kill Zuo Yi in three ways? Why did you still fail?"

The man in black complained, "Sir, I don't know something. Zuo Yi is suspicious, and he can't get anyone around him at all. We tried our best to find out that he will go out of the city in three ways, so we also divided into three ways."

"Could it be that there is a fourth way?" Qie Feng asked.

"No," the spy said, "Zoi was indeed among the three, but he chose the most dangerous one. At that time, his subordinates also guessed that he might choose the most unlikely one, so they didn't take it lightly. Ambush him at Feiyingjian, but..."

"But what?" Qie Feng asked anxiously.

The spy said helplessly, "Zoi jumped into Feiyingjian, we immediately searched along the river, but we didn't find..."

"If you want to see a person if you are alive, if you want to see a corpse if you are dead, you should continue to investigate!" Qie Feng said.

"It's useless." Zhong Kunyi said, "If Zuo Yi hadn't died, he would have already reached Tianquan by now."

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

Spy, "..."

Qie Feng had never seen Zhong Kunyi so furious, and hurriedly smoothed things over, "Sir, don't be upset, right now is the time for employing people, let them pay for their merits."

Zhong Kunyi raised her head slowly, and gave Qie Feng a gloomy look, "Employing people is to use talents, not a bunch of trash!"

The spy's back felt cold, and he didn't dare to take any chances anymore, he nodded and said, "Sir, please forgive me, that Zuoyi seems to be injured, maybe he won't survive."

"seem?"

The spy said with a guilty conscience, "It was dark at that time, and my subordinates couldn't see clearly...uh..."

Another pawn popped out, this time it didn't hit the ground, but hit the head of the man in black.

Qie Feng was dumbfounded, Zhong Kunyi actually killed this person.

A sharp gaze swept towards Qie Feng, Qie Feng's heart trembled, his mind turned sharply, and he tried to calm down, "Sir, Zuo Yi has escaped, should we make arrangements early?"

Zhong Kunyi sighed, since Tianxuan heard the news that Qianyuan was arrested, he had made two-handed preparations, and now it was only the second step. He took a chess piece and put it on the chessboard again, "All men and horses are ready, it is Grain... Huh," Zhong Kunyi suddenly smiled, "You said, how about asking the neighbors to borrow some?"

Of course Xie Feng knew who Zhong Kunyi's so-called neighbor was, "There are heavily guarded there, sir, really intends to..."

Zhong Kunyi smiled calmly, and dropped the last chess piece. The number of white pieces on the chessboard was far less than that of black pieces, but they trapped the black pieces so that they could not move.

When Murongli arrived at the king's bedchamber, the door was open, A'hua and Aqiong both looked into the door worriedly.

Ah Hua inadvertently tilted her head, saw Murong Li, and immediately seemed to be looking for a life-saving straw, pulled Aqiong forward and said, "Master, you are here, Your Majesty... What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Arjun also said anxiously, "Except for the lord who left without saying goodbye, the villain has not seen His Majesty so sad for a long time."

Murong Li clasped his hands in his sleeves and clenched them tightly, "I'll go and have a look."

No time to care about Aqiong and Ahua, Murongli hurried into the bedroom, there was no one outside, he walked around the carved partition, but saw that the bed and desk were empty, panicked, was about to go out to ask people, when he saw the executive Ming put his arms around his knees and squatted in the corner, curled up into a ball, like a child who has done something wrong.

The more innocent you are, the more afraid you are of indebtedness to others.Murongli's eyes turned red in an instant. For Zhiming, Ziyu's death was a guilt that could never be let go. Now that the truth is revealed, it is Zhiming who hurts the most. have no idea.

Murong Li walked slowly to Zhi Ming and squatted down, hugged him into his arms, just stay with him like this, since it is useless to say anything, at least let him know that he is there.

After a long time, Zhi Ming finally raised his head to look at Murong Li, he was slightly startled, and there was a trace of clarity in his empty pupils, he stretched out his hand to caress his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Li, are you hungry, my widow... …Let’s pass on the meal.”

Murong Li covered Zhi Ming's hand, forced a smile, "Okay."

The meal was very deserted, Zhi Ming barely ate a few mouthfuls, all the food was given to Murongli.When the palace people removed the table banquet, Zhiming sat by the desk and was lost in thought.

He didn't make any noise, nor did he get angry and throw things, but the more this happened, the more sad it was for Murongli, which meant that Zhi Ming didn't blame anyone, he was blaming himself.

But he never opened his mouth to mention this matter, and he still had to do what he should do.He obviously had no appetite, but he still passed on the dinner.Obviously unable to sleep, she still dragged Murongli to bed early.

Lying in Zhi Ming's arms, Murong Li didn't feel sleepy, and he could see the person who closed his eyes "sleeping peacefully" when he turned his head slightly.This oppressive atmosphere is like a dense steel needle, piercing the heart inch by inch.

"It's not your fault." Murong Li said softly, he knew that Zhi Ming was not asleep at all.

Sure enough, as soon as Murongli opened his mouth, his arms tightened, and Zhiming said softly, "I'm fine."

Before Murongli could respond, he felt two patches of tenderness on his forehead, Zhi Ming kissed him.

Zhi Ming said, "Don't worry, Ah Li, go to bed earlier, huh?"

The voice was gentle and exhausted, Murong Li forced himself to bear the pain in his heart, nodded lightly, and then closed his eyes in Zhi Ming's arms.

He was still in a daze and didn't fall asleep. When it was about to dawn, he faintly felt the people around him move, and immediately grabbed him, "Zhiming."

Zhiming froze, turned around and kissed his forehead, and said softly, "It's still early, you should rest well."

Murong Li had already got up, "Where are you going?" If he remembered correctly, he will take a rest today, and there will be no court meeting.

Zhi Ming smiled lightly, "Ting Wei's night trial of Zuo Yi, there should be a result, I'll go and have a look." Seeing Murong Li wanting to speak, he said, "Don't worry, wait for the widow to come back."

Murongli nodded, and leaned over to kiss Zhiming's lips, "Go early and come back early."

Zhi Ming was taken aback, then smiled softly, "Okay."

Zhiming didn't wait for Ting Wei to hand over the confession, and went directly to the prison.Zuo Yi was put on a wooden stake, his expression was pale.Putting down the confession, Zhi Ming walked up to Zuo Yi with his hands behind his back, and glanced at his waist, where the blood stains had soaked his clothes, but the clothes were intact.

"hurt?"

Zuo Yi took a deep breath, looked at Zhiming with a listless expression, and lowered his eyes again, "I've said everything I need to say, if you want to kill him, you can do whatever you want, let him go."

Zhiming was silent for a while, Fang said, "There is one more thing."

Every time Zuo Yi said a word, he touched the wound on his waist and gasped, "What's the matter?"

Zhi Ming lowered his eyes, "Back then when the widows attacked Yao Guang, were there people from Zhong Kun Yi on the tower?"

"I don't know. At that time, I had nothing to do with Zhong Kunyi," Zuo Yi smiled mockingly, "However, with Zhong Kunyi's ability, it's not difficult."

Zhi Ming nodded and said coldly, "Take it down!"

The imperial guards got the order and stepped forward to take Zuo Yi away.

Zuo Yi struggled and shouted, "Zhiming! Let Qian Yuan go, I will fight the battle, I asked him to build the flying falcon, let him go!"

Zhiming didn't say a word, Tingwei winked at the imperial guard, Zuoyi's voice gradually faded away outside the execution room.

"How does Your Majesty plan to deal with Princess Kaiyang?" Ting Wei asked for instructions.

"According to the law?"

"Behead." Ting Wei said.

Zhiming frowned deeply, but said nothing.

Ting Wei immediately cupped his hands and said, "I understand."

"Hold on."

Hearing Zhi Ming speak, Ting Wei immediately stopped, bowed and waited.

Zhi Ming rubbed between his brows, waved his hands and said, "Close it first."

After coming out of the dungeon, Zhiming sighed in his ear, he looked back and saw Lord Lu stroking his beard, he was quite relieved, this look reminded him of the Taifu.

"Why is Lu Xiang sighing?"

Master Lu said humanely, "I sigh your Majesty's heart today, the spirit of the late emperor and Tai Tuo should comfort you in heaven."

He was shocked to hear the truth about Ziyu's death yesterday. He was really afraid that Zhiming would lose his mind in a fit of anger. Today, seeing him calm and self-possessed, and acting appropriately, he feels that Zhiming is becoming more and more like a king. It is a blessing of heaven to have a king like this .

Zhi Ming was silent for a while, Fang smiled lightly, "Miss Lu is wrong." He looked into the distance, through the flower and tree garden, as if he could see the sleepless person in the king's bedroom, "I just don't want Ah Li to be sad. "

Master Lu, "..."

Zhi Ming said, "When the widow is sad, Ah Li will also be sad."

He originally thought that it was the self-blame and guilt in his heart that kept him awake at night, but when he closed his eyes, he found that there was another pair of eyes behind the overwhelming regret—Murongli's red eyes.It is impossible to change the past, and he cannot make the living feel sad because of him, "This matter...let's stop here."

Returning to the sleeping hall again, the sound of the flute in the hall is faint, not a melodious weeping sound, but a sense of sadness lingers in the hearts of those who hear it.

Zhiming sighed softly, walked onto the balcony, and embraced the player from behind, "You don't believe me if I say nothing happened to you, what can I do to reassure you?"

The sound of the flute stopped, and Murong Li held the flute and covered his hands that folded on his lower abdomen, interlocked his fingers, turned around and stared at the pair of black pupils that were close at hand, "Don't be embarrassed, if you are well, I will be safe good."

Zhi Ming smiled softly, and touched Murongli's forehead, "Guilty and self-blame can't be exchanged for Ziyu, I won't let him sacrifice in vain."

"Okay." Murong Li closed his eyes and nodded, "I'll accompany you."

Zhiming looked at the person in his arms, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "A Li, have you ever hated me?"

Murong Li was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, "No."

Although it has been guessed that many misunderstandings back then may have been plotted by Chung Kun Yi, it is still shocking to see in black and white.The trick is just one of them. In the final analysis, he didn't trust the person around him enough to treat him like that... "Hasn't Ah Li ever had a trace of resentment, and hasn't he regretted meeting me?"

Murongli frowned and looked at Zhiming, and when he saw the pain in his eyes, his heart ached, and he answered the question just now.

"How can I make you feel at ease?" Without waiting for the man's answer, Murong Li leaned forward and kissed him, and whispered, "Is this reassuring?"

With soft eyes, Zhiming hugged Murongli and kissed him back tenderly.

Maybe even more peace of mind.

The author has something to say:

The atmosphere in this chapter is as depressing as today's continuous rain. I will wake up at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, so I will post it next time with Zuo Gantang.After pondering for a long time how Mengmeng should react after knowing the truth (revised several drafts back and forth), self-blame, collapse, and in the end, I feel that it is not good. The king of the world who has experienced wind and rain should not be hypocritical and fragile, let alone , Regret and self-blame will only make loved ones hurt and enemies happy.So even for Li Li, he would cheer up.It can be seen that when he is suffering in his heart, Mengmeng still cares whether Li Li has eaten or not, and cares that Li Li has a bad pulse and can't be too tired (so he pulls him to sleep early).Thinking of my father once said, "A man has to carry it!" I think Zhiming should be like this, and a real man should be like this, and he will not bring uneasiness and worries to those around him.This is the person who is worthy of Li Li's phrase "If you are well, I will be well"!