[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Stick to this one heart and never leave · Qingming chapter · Still remember the heart of the guest

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and Shenxiang sold apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

In ancient times, it has been rainy during the Qingming Festival. I don't know if it responds to the longing for the separation of yin and yang in this world.

"Your Majesty, all the sacrifices are ready. This is the brochure for tomorrow's ceremony. Please read it over, Your Majesty." The ritual officer presented the booklet with both hands.

Zhiming looked at the rain curtain under the eaves, without looking back, "Put it on the table, it's the same every year."

Mo Lan winked at the ritual officer, who understood and quietly retreated out.Mo Lan walked up to Zhi Ming, and smiled helplessly, "Your Majesty has already advanced the sacrificial ceremony, so I can go back to accompany Ah Li in time."

Zhiming forced a smile, "Teacher Quan knows, I'm afraid he's going to talk about the absurdity of the widow again."

"The Tai Tuo cares about the power of heaven, but the Tai Tuo cares more about Your Majesty. He will not blame you when he knows that Your Majesty is well." Mo Lan sighed with a smile, "When the next year is Qingming, no matter how healthy Ah Li is, Your Majesty will be fine. Bring him back."

Just hearing that person's name, Zhi Ming's heart softened, Shu Yan smiled softly, "I don't know what he is doing..."

"What else can I do?" Mo Lan covered her lips, "I must be thinking of His Majesty while looking at the moon in the sky."

Zhi Ming couldn't help but smile, glared at Mo Lan, and regretted, "Unfortunately, it's raining tonight, and there's no moon in the sky."

It was late at night, and Mo Lan was detained in the palace.

Zhiming leans against the window rail, missing his little lover who is far away in Yaoguang.

The next day, Zhiming got up early, dressed neatly and went to the ancestral hall.He first had to pay homage to his ancestors and pray for good weather, and then he had to go to the Hall of Martyrs to pay homage to the virtuous ministers who have contributed to heaven in the past.

In the ancestral hall, Zhi Ming bowed down with incense sticks, and after performing the salute, he straightened up and looked at the layers of spiritual tablets, and suddenly smiled embarrassedly.

At this time, the sacrificial ceremony was over, and the officials all retreated, leaving time for him to talk to the ancestors.

"Tomorrow is not in Tianquan for a long time, so don't blame the ancestors." Zhiming paused and said again, "It's really that Ah Li is not in good health. When he gets better next year, I'll bring him back to show you guys. look."

After the report like this, Zhiming didn't mean to get up and leave at all, he seemed to be hesitating for something, Zhiming scratched his head for a long time, it was rare to lose the image of a dignified emperor, like a child asking an elder for something, "Next year I will Bringing him back is for marriage."

Zhi Ming glanced at the tablet, and there was a curl of white smoke winding up from the tip of the incense stick, lingering between the tablets, giving off a feeling of a fairy soul descending into the world, is there really a spirit in heaven?Zhi Ming thought about it, and decisively began to boast, "He is very smart, especially good at governing the country, and he is a good king, just what you all want me to be. He is the descendant of the Yaoguang Murong family, the country next door to us. I know if you have met the ancestors of the Murong family down there, anyway, our two families are not far away..."

It was a bit awkward to talk to himself in front of a room of spiritual tablets, so Zhiming stopped there, squinted and looked at the spiritual tablets of his family's ancestors, and finally said coolly, "That's it, if you have any objections, please let me know." Now explain."

The ancestral hall was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop on the ground, Zhi Ming nodded maturely and steadily, "Well, since the ancestors don't speak, I'll take it as your consent tomorrow." He chuckled, thought for a while and added "It's okay if you don't agree. The widow has written all the wedding invitations in the Murong family's ancestral hall. Repenting of the marriage and abandoning the alliance is against the ideal of our heavenly kingdom."

It was so reasonable, Zhiming imitated the way the Taifu taught him, and then solemnly bowed to the spiritual throne three times, and returned home in a good mood.

As soon as he stepped out of the ancestral hall, Uncle Zong greeted him, knelt in front of Zhiming and said sadly, "Your Majesty, Yongling is waiting for you."

Zhi Ming was startled and couldn't believe it, "When did it happen?"

"Fifteen days ago," Zong Bo wiped away his tears, "I received the funeral report this morning."

Zhi Ming sighed softly, although the Marquis of Yongling is the Marquis of the county, he is not the same as Mo Lan Cheng Zuyin, he is a serious royal family, and he is his cousin.

Yonglinghou has been in poor health since he was a child, but he is well-behaved and smart, and he is also a child of someone else's family in the legend.He was very fond of Zhiming's father, so he was conferred by his father to Yongling City at a young age.

Every year, apart from returning to the emperor to report on his duties, the Marquis of Yongling almost stayed in the fief without leaving home. In recent years, because of his poor health, he was even exempted from reporting on his duties.Zhi Ming also hadn't seen him for a long time.Although the two don't say how deep their relationship is, they are connected by blood. They used to learn games together when they were children, and now they are gone, so they can't help but sigh.

Mo Lan followed his father into the palace when he was young, and often hung out with them. Now that his childhood playmate left just like that, his heart is heavy.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Zong held back his tears and said in relief, "My condolences, Your Majesty."

Zhi Ming nodded slightly, "Since that's the case, Uncle Zong will take care of it. He went early and was buried with the honor of a prince."

Uncle Zong bowed in response, and said again, "One more thing, Yonglinghou has a son under his knee."

Zhi Ming also knew about this matter, about half a year ago, the Marquis of Yongling wrote a letter saying that he had a son, but his wife had a difficult delivery, Zhi Ming pitied the child for losing his mother at a young age, and Dang even agreed to allow him to take the title of Marquis of the county when he became an adult.Unexpectedly, in just a few months, the child lost his father again.

"The Marquis of Yongling has passed away, so Yu'er will inherit his title."

Zong Bo got the order and retreated, Zhiming looked at the back of Yuan Qu, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, he didn't know what he was thinking.

This room is still worshiping in the Qingming Festival, and another seat has been added to the list of the deceased royal family in the other room, which is somewhat unsatisfactory.Zhi Ming ordered the guard of honor to return to the palace first, changed into ordinary clothes and went to the street with Mo Lan to relax.

"Is the carriage ready? Tomorrow morning, I will return to Yaoguang."

Mo Lan sighed with a smile, "I know that His Majesty's heart is like an arrow, and I have already prepared it."

Zhi Ming was very satisfied, and his steps were much lighter.Seeing the people coming and going on the street, the people being happy and prosperous, I felt a little relieved in my heart. This is what he has been looking forward to. For the sake of the stability of the sky, he even refused to compete in the Central Plains. Fortunately, after all the wind and rain, Tianquan can still make the country prosperous and the people safe.

Fortunately, when the country was safe and peaceful, he was still by his side.

Thinking of Murong Li, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of Zhi Ming's lips, suddenly his right waist was bumped in a daze, and he just heard "Ouch", and fell into a person in his arms.

Zhi Ming stretched out his hand to support him, and the man stood still, completely ignoring other things, looking at the flowers scattered all over the ground, at a loss for what to do.

He turned out to be a reckless flower boy, but Zhi Ming didn't take it seriously.Mo Lan stepped forward and picked up a flower, "Walk well, look at you, the flowers are all scattered."

It had only rained all night, and the ground paved with bluestone was still a little muddy. The boy saw his white apricot blossoms being stained with mud, his eyes turned red immediately, he sucked his nose, and finally couldn't hold back his tears .

Seeing how desolate he was picking up flowers, Mo Lan couldn't bear it, and was about to squat down to help him, but Zhi Ming had already picked up a flower before him, "I bought all these flowers."

The little boy looked up at Zhi Ming, and shook his head honestly, "It's all dirty, so I can't sell it to you."

Zhi Ming didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile, "Flowers are self-cleaning, so they can be easily stained by common dust?"

The little boy looked at the noble young man in front of him with a ignorant face, but he didn't understand a word.

Mo Lan couldn't help laughing, Zhi Ming glared at him, cleared his throat, and became more gentle, "My wife has just recovered from a serious illness and is recuperating at home, so I want to bring this flower back to him for fun."

The little boy declined repeatedly, "You are kind, but you can't fool me. This flower is dirty, how can your wife like it?"

"This flower is very good, and you took the pains to plant it. Even if you didn't grow it, it must have taken a lot of effort to get it. Wouldn't it be a pity to let it fall into the mud for nothing?"

The little boy looked down at the words in his arms and curled his lips.

Zhiming saw that his expression had softened, so he took advantage of the victory to pursue, "Look, these flowers and leaves are not damaged, I'll take them home and wash them with water."

"Then... I'll give you a discount..." In any case, the flowers won't be wasted in vain, the little boy was finally relieved, and he refused to accept even more than the discounted price, and hurried across the street with a few copper coins The alleys disappeared.

Mo Lan squinted at the alley, then at Zhiming who was still looking at the alley, and frowned softly.

Zhi Ming pursed his lips and held the corners of his mouth, and shook his head helplessly, "Go to the teahouse opposite and have a rest."

He got up early today, so he was indeed a little tired.

Sitting on the teahouse and ordering a pot of clear tea, Zhi Ming began to stare at the passers-by downstairs in a daze.

Seeing that he was still looking at the alley, Mo Lan became more and more dissatisfied, and muttered, "People have walked a hundred and eighty miles, and His Majesty can't see a big hole in the wall."

"What?" Zhi Ming couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed softly, "You said that when Ah Li was living among the people, he was like this..."

His expression darkened slightly, and he didn't say any more.Mo Lan suddenly discovered that at this age, Zhi Ming had already faded away from the carelessness of his youth, and became gentle and careful, and all such changes were all because of Murongli.

Before being brought back to Tianquan by Mo Lan, Murongli might not be as lucky as the little boy today. Thinking of this, Zhi Ming didn't know whether to be distressed or to be thankful.

"The person I should be grateful to is you." Zhi Ming poured a cup of tea and handed it to Mo Lan, "You brought him to the widow."

Mo Lan was taken aback, he knew that Zhiming regarded him more as a playmate and a close friend than a monarch and minister, although he was not flattered by this behavior, he was still shocked from the bottom of his heart, and he was stunned for a long time before He took the tea and said with a smile, "When I brought him here, I never thought that I would lose your heart."

Zhiming looked up to the sky and sighed, then said with a light smile, "You can't talk about being bound in a cocoon."

"Can't say it, or don't want to say it?"

A cold voice crossed the ears, making people unable to help but tremble all over. Zhi Ming frowned slightly, and when he turned his head, Mo Lan, who was seated opposite him, had disappeared. A man in black and plain gauze, with loose hair , lazily and arrogantly sat down by himself, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea unceremoniously.

Zhi Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly, the surroundings were completely silent, one didn't need to look to know that there were no people there, this scene was really strange.

"Don't be surprised by changes, you are indeed the master of the world!" The man looked up at him, full of provocation.

Zhi Ming snorted and shook his head, "Is this a dream?"

The staff paused, and said, "You and his words are so similar."

he?

Zhiming's eyes sank, and he grabbed the man's wrist holding the pot, "Have you seen him?"

The man smiled playfully and wiped Zhi Ming's hand away, "No, it's just that I grew up with him, he... is actually very confused, if I go to see him, he will definitely think he is dreaming, and then Ask me stupidly."

Zhiming was not as angry as he had imagined, but he was relieved, and the person sitting opposite him was puzzled, "You guessed who I am, and you're not angry?"

Zhi Ming sighed, looking at that person with both resentment and gratitude, he hesitated before slowly opening his lips, "Axu..."

The two words are light and slow, like a sigh.

The person seated opposite smiled complicatedly, "Only he can call me that."

Zhiming smiled wryly, nodded and said, "He's not in good health, don't go see him."

I didn't believe in ghosts and gods in the past, and I laughed off those folk sayings, but now I saw such a statue, Zhiming suddenly remembered that people often say that sick people have weak yang energy, and they are afraid of losing their lifespan if they are haunted by ghosts.

"Is he not in good health?" A Xu's face was sullen, and his words were sneering, "Why is he in poor health, you know it well!"

Suddenly the cold wind howled out, Zhi Ming couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, but still looked directly at the person sitting opposite him, the table between the two of them disappeared at some point, and the black robed plain gauze figure approached him almost instantly, He raised his hand to clasp his neck.

At a distance of a few millimeters, Axu suddenly withdrew his hand, and the wind also stopped.

Zhi Ming looked at Xing Ming who was humming faintly at his waist, and then met A Xu's serious eyes when he turned his head.

"Xing Ming..." A Xu pulled back his robe, then fell back on the bench, leaning against the table that popped up out of nowhere, "Sword of Destiny, sing to the Lord."

Zhi Ming was silent for a moment, then untied Xing Ming, put it on the stool, stood up and looked at A Xu.

Axu was quite surprised, but didn't intend to do anything more, "I can't kill you."

He said this calmly, and Zhi Ming should also seem to be chatting, "Why?"

Axu pointed to Zhiming's heart, "There is also a talisman over there."

Zhi Ming looked at his unadorned chest, feeling baffled, when he suddenly remembered that these clothes were prepared by Murong Li, his mind went blank for a moment.

"It's probably sewn in the middle coat," Axu squinted at Zhiming, then lowered his head and muttered mockingly, "When will you sew clothes again?"

Zhi Ming caressed his heart in a daze, and suddenly felt that the place was soft and warm, as if when the two were sleeping together, the man curled up in his arms and lightly touched the hand on the heart.

Seeing the person on the opposite side caressing his heart and giggling, Axu felt depressed, "There are still some things that need to be clarified."

"Please tell me." Facing the life-changing benefactor of his beloved, Zhi Ming respected him very much.

A Xu stared at Zhi Ming for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "If it's for him, so what? Xing Ming can't do anything to me, and the Dao Talisman can't do anything to me. "

Zhiming nods his head, he believes what Axu says, isn't he a ghost?According to what he said just now, he probably knew something about the past between him and A Li, and because he knew, he was angry, and he didn't fight him desperately, presumably because...

Because of A Li's feelings for him.

Zhi Ming turned sideways, not knowing what to say, in fact, he really had nothing to say when faced with A Xu's feelings for Murong Li.

"That sword was stained with his blood, right?"

Zhi Ming's whole body trembled, and the past that he least wanted to be remembered, but was impossible to forget no matter what, rushed back into his mind.His eyes were full of pain, and the man opposite him was the same as him.

The person who was wounded by the sword, the person they love the most in this life, is the same person.

"Ah Li is also the king," Axu turned around and said with lowered eyes, "The sword of destiny, the Lord of destiny, is originally a king's sword, and it is stained with king's blood. Since the sword regards you as the master, I can't even get close to you." Impossible."

"Zhi Ming," A Xu's cold gaze was filled with unpredictable anger, "I can't hurt you, but I can take him away."

Zhi Ming was shocked, he never dreamed that A Xu would say such a sentence.

Take A Li away, a ghost wants to take away a person, what does that mean, A Xu will not be unclear.

"Impossible!" Zhi Ming pulled out the star inscription with one hand, and the light of the sword changed from silver and white to brilliant gold. People, but if you dare to hurt him, don't blame me for not knowing how to repay him!"

Axu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and retreated several distances away, "Xing Ming can hurt me, but I don't have to confront you, I will go to Yaoguang much faster than you..."

Zhi Ming finally panicked, Axu's words hit the nail on the head, he is an ordinary person after all, even if he thought about it, he could outrun an erratic ghost as fast as he could.

"Why?" Zhi Ming was very puzzled, "You saved him back then just to take him away today?"

"I shouldn't have left him alone in the world back then!"

The sound of almost howling was engulfed by the air waves rising from the ground, messing up the black robe, and the messy blue hair brushed A Xu's bloodless face, and the dark pupils glowed with strange blood, showing the anger that was about to burst out , "I regret it. If I had known that he would suffer so much, I would be reluctant to leave him in this world."

Axu stood with his eyes downcast, his pupils were hidden under the flying black hair, even if he lost his face, people could read his heartache.

"I won't let him suffer anymore..." Zhi Ming's voice trembled faintly, "I know I haven't done well enough, and I always want to treat him better..." He closed his eyes and smiled wryly, then opened his eyes again. Opening his eyes, he cut off a strand of hair from Xing Ming in his hand, and handed him to Axu.

A Xu frowned, in disbelief, "You are..."

"I once swore to God that I would never fail him in this life, but who knows whether God will hear it or not. My body is hair and skin, I receive it from my parents, and my soul depends on it... If one day, I have failed him, I will hold on to the king disposal."

Axu coldly looked at the hair that was placed with both hands, not only ghosts, but anyone who knows evil magic can cast curses and nightmares on human hair...

"Ghosts are paranoid," Axu said with a wry smile, "You can do it yourself."

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