[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

[The taste of the world is as thin as gauze in the past few years, who made Jinghua ride a horse. 】

Murong Li rode his horse and passed the most prosperous street in Yaoguang. It's late spring now, and the last flowering "Yu Rui Yu Qiong" bloomed just in time.The flower sellers on the street were selling flower baskets, and passers-by stopped to choose three or two and went to the gate of the city.

"These people are really interesting. They are going to go out of the city to enjoy the flowers, but they still buy them here." Ayu scratched his head amusedly.

Since Murongli woke up, Zhi Ming became more cautious.The imperial doctor said that his body was injured at the root, and he couldn't stand any more wind and rain, so Zhiming forbade him to travel long distances, and moved all the courtiers of Tianquan to Yaoguang, and Ayu was naturally one of these palace men leading.

"Today is Ching Ming, and they took Yu Qiong to pay homage to their deceased relatives." Geng Chen explained to A Yu.

A Yu understood, looked worriedly at Murongli who was walking slowly in front of him, approached Geng Chen and whispered, "Does Your Majesty miss your family?"

Geng Chen sighed softly, "It must be, otherwise I wouldn't have promised him to come out, and if His Majesty finds out, I wouldn't be scared to death."

Ayu pouted, "Your Majesty scolded me and I admit it, but I was afraid that the king would not be able to bear it, and he wanted to ride a horse by himself..."

"But I'm keeping him in the palace, and I'm afraid that he will be bored." Geng Chen was also in a dilemma.

"Isn't it... It's not right at all, but His Majesty has returned to heaven," A Yu spread his hands, very helpless, "But you can't blame Your Majesty, His Majesty has to go back to worship the ancestors."

"Don't frown, the king is not a reckless person, he is in much better health, and we are protecting him, it's fine, let him relax. He is sad alone in the palace without His Majesty by his side. I don't even know what to do." Geng Chen pursed his lips and smiled, and patted A Yu's shoulder.

The two rode forward and followed Mu Rongli.

"Your Majesty, where do you want to go?" Geng Chen asked with a smile, "Would you like to go outside the city to enjoy the flowers? It was already the end of summer when A Yu came last year, haven't you seen Yu Qiong yet?"

Geng Chen blinked at A Yu, and the latter understood, and coquettishly said to Murongli with eyes full of expectation, "Yes, Your Majesty, I heard A Hua and A Qiong say that Yao Guang's Yu Qiong is the prettiest before, Wang go up Let's go!"

Murongli shook his head helplessly, "Do you really want to go?"

Ayu nodded obediently, stars could appear in his eyes.

"Alright."

Murong Li smiled faintly, and led the two of them towards the outside of the city.

When he reached the tower, Murongli suddenly stopped and stared at the tower in a daze.

Ayu tilted his head to look at him in confusion, Geng Chen slapped his thigh and secretly thought it was not good, because the small hill outside the city gate is the best place to enjoy flowers, they followed the flow of people, and forgot that this road leading to The tower on the hillside is the place where his old master died.

"Your Majesty, what are you looking at?" A Yu looked at Murongli, followed his line of sight to look at the city tower, but found nothing special.

Murong Li didn't answer, but shook his head with downcast eyes, and then went out of the city.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Ayu turned his head inexplicably, "My lord, I... did I say something wrong?"

Geng Chen was concerned about Murong Li, so he didn't know how to explain it to him, "It's not because of you, alas..."

The distant mountains and hills are full of tourists.

The three got off their horses and shuttled through the crowd.Yurui Yuqiong is pure white and flawless, with a little light yellow in the center of the flower, just like white jade inlaid with gold, magnificent and extraordinary, it is the best among them.

The breeze came slowly, and the white stamens piled up like snow, falling on the visitor's head, and covered Murongli's black hair, he took off the piece on his head in a daze, a little dazed.

"Ari!"

When Murongli turned his head, he was stunned for a moment, the surrounding area was empty and very quiet, and the bustling tourists didn't know where they had gone.

Among the flowers in the distance, there is only one person, with moon-white clothes and a handsome face, smiling at him with warmth.

Murong Li opened his mouth in surprise, the man came out from the flowers, took off the petals on his head, twisted them around his mouth and blew them away, then raised his head and smiled, "A Li has grown taller."

"Ash..."

Murongli finally called out that name, he hadn't entered his dream for a long time, could it be that he dreamed again today...

"I miss my relatives during the festive season." A Xu smiled and easily read out what was on his mind.

Murong Li lowered his eyelashes, a little sad.

A Xu frowned slightly, smiled again, and pulled Murong Li's wind-blown hair behind his ears, "You've never been so sentimental before."

Murong Li was startled, stared at him blankly, stretched out his hand tremblingly to grab Axu's hand, looked and looked, "Can I touch you?"

Axu smiled lightly and said nothing, and let him hold her.Murongli was startled, in the past he could never catch him in his dreams, every time he approached, he would disappear, but today he was able to catch him.

A gust of wind blew, and Murongli couldn't help coughing lightly.

Axu sighed, withdrew his hand from his, wrapped the cloak tightly for him, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and helped him to sit in a small booth.

Murong Li glanced at the gazebo, he remembered that there was no gazebo on this small hill.

Seeing his doubts, A Xu said softly, "Don't be afraid, I built this, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the wind and catch a cold."

He was still so caring, Murong Li smiled, followed him into the gazebo, Axu flicked his sleeves, the bamboo curtains on three sides of the gazebo were lowered to block the spring breeze, leaving only one side for the people in the gazebo to enjoy the flowers.

A sense of both sadness and warmth arose in Murong's heart for no reason, seeing him sleepy, Axu gently embraced his head into his arms, "Are you tired?"

Murongli nodded, closed his eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Axu's eyes darkened, the hand on Murongli's shoulder sank slightly, then he let go suddenly, and gently bent the corners of his lips, "I'm fine, if you don't believe me, just look at me."

Murong Li wanted to stand up, but felt a burst of fatigue for no reason, so he lazily leaned on A Xu's arms and looked at him. The person in front of him still looked like when he was young. Although his face was abnormally pale, his eyes were radiant. Whether it was an illusion, there was a bit of cunning, Murongli was stunned for a moment, and the cunning was gone again, only gentleness remained, so gentle that he wanted to cry.

Axu stroked his face with his fingers, "It's been a few years since we left, and we seem to have changed." Saying this, Axu's eyes trembled slightly, and the distress in his eyes couldn't be concealed at all.

Murong Li lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I deserve it."

The hand on the shoulder suddenly tightened, Murong Li was in pain, and looked at Axu in surprise, Axu's pupils were dark, revealing a chill, "Don't say that, A Li."

"Are you... angry?" Murong Li couldn't react for a while, but A Xu never got angry.

Axu was startled, quickly let go of his hand, stroked his forehead and gave a wry smile, "Scared you?"

Murong Li shook his head in a daze, stretched out his hand to break his hand, hesitated for a moment, "Axu, am I going to die?"

A Xu turned his head to look at him, his pupils were dark, and then smiled, "A Li...do you miss me?"

Murongli nodded honestly, he really missed him very much.

Axu smiled and hugged him lightly, Murong Li was stunned for a moment, although they were good friends when they were young, Axu had never done such an intimate move towards him, the first one who hugged him was Zhiming...

The arms that hugged him suddenly tightened a bit, the voice next to his ear was still gentle, but always faintly cold, "What is Ah Li thinking?"

"I...I..." The name was about to come out, but he couldn't say it anyway, Murong Li frowned, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Axu gently stroked his hair, "Don't worry, just let it go if you don't want to talk about it."

Murongli felt very tired, he just felt that leaning in Axu's arms had a different kind of peace of mind, he slowly closed his eyes, and didn't want to think about it anymore.

The east wind is sentimental, implying a quiet fragrance, which is intoxicating.

"Father, are they alright?" Murong Li asked, "Why don't they come to see me?"

A Xu's eyes sank, and the corners of his lips curled up in a strange arc, "Of course I miss you very much, so shall I take you to meet them?"

"Really?" Murongli propped himself up in surprise and looked at A Xu.

Axu was taken aback, smiled and turned his eyes away.Murong Li took his hand, "Shall we go now?"

"it is good."

Murong Li turned around and was about to leave, Axu glanced at him but didn't move a step, Murong Li turned his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Axu looked down at the two people holding hands, Murongli also looked down, his face blushed instantly, and he was about to let go, but Axu had quick eyesight and quick hands, and held his hand firmly.

There was a sudden panic in his heart, Murongli called him in a low voice, "Axu..."

A Xu raised his head suddenly, with a smile on his lips, looking at him very complicatedly, "I like you."

Murong Li was stunned, staring blankly at his childhood playmate.

Axu didn't hold his hand very hard, but he couldn't break free, Murongli watched him approaching step by step, and when he walked in front of him, he was actually taller than himself, and his clothes were no longer moon white, but dark blue. Inky black.

"Axu..." Murongli said in a daze.

"It still scares you?" Axu raised Murongli's chin with his index finger, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Murong Li shook his head and looked at him quietly.

Axu smiled and brushed the corner of his eyes with his fingers, "A Li likes me too?"

Murong Li did not avoid his eyes, but nodded slowly.

Axu smiled, warm as a breeze, he stretched out his hand to wrap around the back of Murongli's head, and slowly approached him.

Murong Li looked at the man's face getting closer and closer, and closed his eyes subconsciously. When his cool lips were about to cover his lips, Murong Li took a step back suddenly, and put his hands on A Xu's heart.

"Zhiming."

Just a soft call, and everything was silent in an instant.

Even the wind froze.

Murongli didn't see that apart from the piece of feathers in front of his eyes, the flowers on the other three sides covered by bamboo curtains were all smashed into mud in an instant.

Axu was obviously smiling, but Murongli knew that he was very angry.

Although he had never seen him angry, he just knew it.

But he is not afraid of him, just very distressed.

"Axu, I like Zhiming." Murongli said in a low voice, with guilt in his eyes.

The other party was silent for a long time, then chuckled suddenly, "Is he treating you well?"

Murongli looked at the gentle person in front of him, couldn't bear to nod, "Very good."

Axu lowered her eyes, her eyes were hidden in the shadows, "That's good."

"Axu..." Murong Li didn't know what to say.

"Ali, I want to hug you."

Murong Li bowed his head and was silent for a while, "Okay."

Axu smiled softly, walked forward, and hugged him into his arms, "You, don't always be so hard on yourself, if you don't want him, don't let him go back to heaven."

Murong Li nodded and hugged him gently.

"No matter how powerful he is, he's still a mortal," A Xu's lips curled up, "It's not like I can see A Li's heart."

A ghost lurks in the world, hovering around, and can spy on people's hearts, not to mention that he is a ghost who loves him, and he can easily see his heart.

A Xu pulled a little distance away, looked at the person in front of him, and said seriously, "I want to kiss you."

This time he didn't even care about embarrassment, Murong was very sad in his heart, looked at Axu in front of him, lowered his eyelids, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the front of his shirt.

Axu looked at him deeply, held his shoulders, slowly bent down, and gently kissed his forehead, affectionate and gentle.

"That's good." He murmured.

"Ash..."

"Don't make things difficult, you didn't let him down." Axu was still gentle.

Murong Li pursed his lips and smiled helplessly, "Although he is childish, he is actually a very gentle person."

Axi caressed Murongli's temples, "Ali is the most gentle one, it's a pity I can't take you away..."

It is precisely because he can spy into his heart that he cannot take him away after all.

Murongli looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, Axu walked to the fence of the gazebo with a smile, "This is not your dream, I am a ghost," he turned to look at Murongli, "You knew it early on."

Murongli nodded and looked at him with pain in his eyes.

"I'm here today because I miss you so much. I don't know if you're doing well when I left you like that back then." Axu closed his eyes, hiding the pain in his eyes.

In the past, Liang Ting pointed at him, and he said that he must be a wise king, so that he can be matched as a good minister.

But the legends of later generations are destined to belong only to him and him.

He is destined to be a passer-by in the world of mortals, and there will be no other in the prosperity of the three thousand.

Fortunately, he said he was good to him.

Axu turned around suddenly, waved his sleeves, and embraced Murongli in his arms, looking at the person sleeping peacefully in his arms, his eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance, "A Li, this is the last time I hug like this I miss you, thank you for liking me, I don't regret it at all, I just can't bear it, he is a person worth entrusting, forget me."

He raised his hand and slowly stroked Murongli's forehead, and the flowers scattered all over the field in an instant.

"Zhi Ming, if you dare to betray him, I will definitely make you take the oath."

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