[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Zhi Ming turned his head to look at Murongli, and Murongli also looked at him, their eyes reflected each other's figure.

"Is Ah Li so confident in the widow?"

"Meng Zhang is no better than Your Majesty. At that time, the Tianshu was a country, and the King of Meng was a king, but the king was young and his subjects were tyrannical. Meng Zhang had the heart of reciting the world, but it was not at the right time. Now, Your Majesty is even more talented..."

"The widow asks you."

Suddenly interrupted, Murong Li paused, turned his eyes away, and looked into the distance, the shadows of plants and trees swayed in the wind and rain, like ghosts, behind the shadows there should be the Xuanwu Terrace, and the young emperor in the Xuanwu Terrace is now standing beside him , he asked if he had confidence in him.

"Have."

Zhi Ming smiled lightly, and stood by the railing with his hands behind his back, "Then Ah Li will tell you, how should this plan be done? Ah Li should know that if the widow gives the order tomorrow, the powerful and powerful in the entire Juntian Continent will probably gather together." And angry. Don’t look at these powerful families who fight openly and secretly, but they can maintain everyone’s great cause and become a famous family to this day. No one is a fool, and they still understand.”

"Understand, but may not be able to do it, and do not necessarily be able to keep it. People in the world know the truth a lot, but they understand it and follow it, but few practice it. Scatter, profit and fight."

"Then the widow only needs to..."

"The snipe and the clam fight each other."

"The fisherman wins!" Zhi Ming turned his head to look at Murong Li, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his smile was like a mandala blooming in the dark night, with evil charms, "Lord Murong, you really are good at reading people's hearts."

Murong Li tightened Xiao's hand, and after a while, he sighed softly, "Human nature is just like that."

Zhiming seemed to have casually glanced at Murongli's hand holding the flute, raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand to grab the hand that was the same color as Yuxiao, and held it in his palm. It was as cold as Yuxiao, and his sword eyebrows slightly twisted, "Why so cold?"

Murongli looked up at Zhiming, with puzzlement in his eyes, and a little surprise that he himself didn't realize.

"Why do you look at the widow so much?"

"It's nothing." Murong Li turned his head away, but didn't withdraw his hand.

"The widow suddenly wants to know why Ah Li never pushes the widow away."

Murongli looked away from the beginning to the end, and did not speak anymore. The black silk on his forehead was wet by the rain and mist, and after the autumn wind passed, it stuck to his neck.

Zhi Ming looked at the person in front of him firmly, stretched out his hand to gently smooth down the hair that was sticking to him, and stroked Murongli's neck with his hand along the hair, almost instantly, he stretched out his hand to hook Murongli's neck Pulling him into her arms, Da Heng hugged him up.

"you……"

Murongli looked at Zhiming in surprise, but Zhiming didn't look at him, he just carried him and walked into the house.

"Why?"

"What why?" Zhi Ming didn't look at the person in his arms, but just walked step by step, each step was very slow, "The autumn rain is cold, so Murong Kingdom wants someone to accompany you in this rain, Shang Kingdom, right?"

"I dare not."

"You are the lord, not a subject."

"Yaoguang already belongs to the kingdom of heaven."

Zhiming paused, holding Murongli's hand tightly, "I remember once before when you were sick, the widow carried you back to the bedroom in the same way. The road was far away across the bridge and through the garden, but the widow still hated it. not long enough……"

It was only a few meters from the railing on the balcony to the door of the room, Zhi Ming carried Murong Li through the door and walked into the bedroom, ignoring his eyes staring like copper bells, A Yu, who even forgot to perform the etiquette, put Murong Li on the bed.

A Yu rolled his eyes, and immediately turned around and backed away quietly.

"Stop! What are you going to do?"

A Yu staggered and nearly tripped himself, he turned around and found that Zhi Ming didn't look at him, but was just tucking the quilt for Murong Li on his own.

"Back to Your Majesty, shouldn't the villain step down?"

After saying this, Zhi Ming was so angry that he lost his temper, and said with a sneer, "He is very knowledgeable, what does Ah Li think?"

Murongli looked at Zhi Ming, and then at A Yu who was lying on the ground, "You are still alive, which shows your majesty's benevolence."

Zhi Ming suddenly couldn't help laughing, and when he turned around after laughing, he saw Murong Li was looking at him for a moment, Zhi Ming's smile condensed on his face, and then gradually disappeared, both of them knew that this kind of warmth was already Long time no.

Zhi Ming got up suddenly, "Ah Yu, go and make some ginger soup, and get a replacement coat for the king."

"Yes." Ayu obeyed and withdrew.

Zhi Ming turned his head slightly, but did not look at Murong Li again, "It's late at night, you... rest early."

At the end of the speech, Zhiming wanted to leave with his hands behind his back.

"Zhi Ming!"

Zhiming stopped.

"Let's discuss it together tomorrow night."

Zhi Ming looked up and looked outside the house, "OK."

The next day, Xuanwu Terrace.

Pick up the pen and ink, the lower case is hard, the outline is thinly outlined, the middle case is soft, and the brush is soft and soft.

Zhiming draws every stroke and traces carefully. Since he took charge of the world, he has not been so elegant for a long time.

"Your Majesty's painting is really good." Xiaopang praised from the side.

Zhiming stopped writing, looked at it, and seemed dissatisfied, "It seems that he didn't get his mind."

"I think it's pretty good. Apart from His Majesty, Xiaopang can't think of anyone else who can paint Lord Murong so vividly."

Holding the pen for a while, he turned his head and stared at Xiaopang coldly, "Which of your eyes saw that the widow drew him?"

Xiaopang was stunned, and looked at the painting. Indeed, this painting has not been painted much, and the eyebrows and eyes have not yet been outlined, but..."Hasn't Your Majesty never painted anyone other than Lord Murong? Not only people, but also landscapes, flowers and birds." But, ah! Speaking of which, if it wasn’t for the fact that the painters in the palace couldn’t draw His Majesty’s satisfaction all the time, His Majesty wouldn’t have learned it by himself, but His Majesty is really amazing, once you learn it, you can…”

This person often dies because of talking too much...

"Speak...continue..." Zhi Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiaopang, the cold light in his eyes burst.

Fatty saw that his heart trembled, and he muttered, "Your Majesty, forgive me."

Zhi Ming ignored him, and was just about to pick up his brush and continue painting when someone came from the hall.

"Wei Chen sees His Majesty!"

Zhi Ming frowned slightly, thinking that today's painting might not be finished, so he had no choice but to put down his pen, and looked at the person who came, "Luo Qing excuse me."

Luo Min stood up and replied, "Your Majesty, Mr. Chen has returned to Yaoguang."

"Yeah." Zhi Ming waved his hand, "Everyone back down."

Waiting for the screen to retreat everyone.

"Luo Qing, tell me."

"I would like to ask Your Majesty if you want to continue to investigate the whereabouts of the sword."

Zhi Ming lightly tapped the ebony table with his fingers, but didn't say a word.

Luo Min raised his head and glanced at Zhi Ming, then cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being bold, I don't understand something."

Zhi Ming finally looked up at Luo Min, his eyes signaled that he could ask if he wanted to.

"Master Murong is in the palace right now, why doesn't Your Majesty ask the Lord?"

"He doesn't want to say it, and I don't want to force it. Luo Qing is quite satisfied with this answer."

Luo Min was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "I don't dare."

"That's all." Zhi Ming waved his hand, "Luo Qing doesn't need to panic. These eight precious swords are very important, and they involve a lot of things, and they go deep...for now..."

Luo Min's heart sank, he couldn't believe it, "What does His Majesty mean?"

"Let's wait to find the sword. Although this matter is important, it is not the top priority."

"Yes."

"Go back."

Luo Min saluted and resigned. When he was about to leave the room, he couldn't help but look back. The figure in the black robe sitting on the high platform, his thoughts are becoming more and more difficult to fathom. Is it really the so-called unfathomable power of heaven?

Small building in the forest.

"Sir, Brother Luo's letter."

Zhong Kunyi took the letter from the apprentice, unfolded it, "Hmph, Murongli, I underestimated you."

The author has something to say:

Zhi Mengmeng's words hurt my heart~~~

But this time, Zhi Mengmeng finally noticed that Ah Li's heart was pierced by his words~~~

I want to hate others but I can't bear it after all~~~ So what are you doing so awkward~~~ I miss the simple and frank Mengmeng in the past~~

But...don't worry everyone~~~

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