The black-bellied prince is all over the city

After returning from the palace, Murong Xiye was quite surprised to see that Qingcheng was still sleeping on his bed.

Just as he was about to pick him up and let him see the bleak sun outside, he inadvertently smelled the elegant fragrance of plum blossoms. "It seems that Qingcheng, you didn't stay on my king's bed obediently. I thought you were waiting for me, it seems that I was wrong."

"Huh?!" Qingcheng's sleepy eyes were half-opened, with a confused expression on his face.He stretched out his hand from under the brocade quilt, motioning for Murong Xiye to pull him up.

Murong Xiye didn't move for a while. "You're so courageous, I have to trouble this king to serve you up personally." He intentionally pulled his arm violently, and before Qingcheng had time to react, he pulled him up violently.The brocade was slipped off, revealing the uncovered upper body.The scene is extremely fragrant.

"The king is suddenly sleepy, I don't think you should get up, Qingcheng. How about sleeping with me for a while?"

Qingcheng shook his head. "I've been sleeping for a long time, I feel dizzy and uncomfortable, and I don't want to sleep anymore."

Murong Xiye's hand slid up Qingcheng's arm, holding his shoulder.His cold hands made Qingcheng tremble slightly. "Do you dare to say that you have been here all this time?"

Qingcheng was taken aback.How did he know that he had been out and about.Seeing Qingcheng being questioned by him, Murong Xiye raised his lips, his thin lips always made his smile look a bit frivolous.

"Why, the plum blossoms in the backyard of this king are not bad? Have you found any women raised by this king in the palace?"

Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief.Unexpectedly, Murong Xiye even had an extremely sensitive sense of smell.I don't know how much I underestimated him before.

"I don't care what woman you raise!" Qingcheng swung his hand, retracted into the quilt again, and turned over, not leaving the egomaniac behind him.

"Speaking of which," Murong Xiye pretended to sigh, and walked away from the bed.There are still a few wisps of unforgettable aroma in the room, and wine that is not intoxicating is just waste. "Your marriage has been settled. I can't reverse it."

"Did you really speak for me?" Murong Xiye couldn't tell whether Qingcheng was talking dull because of anger, or because he covered himself in the quilt.

"No." He answered honestly.

"Then it's not my fault. It's your refusal to make a move, so we will be strangers in the future." It's really a child's mentality.Murong Xiye helped his forehead helplessly.

"Brother Huang's words are the imperial decree, there is no room for me to refute. Who would have thought that Yang Qiyue would dare to break into the Qingyuan Hall. She pleaded with Brother Huang in front of all civil and military officials, completely ignoring her father's wishes." Face, I finally have the opportunity to see Yang Yi make a fool of myself, of course I don't want to miss it. Why bother to get in the way and let others see my jokes again."

The person on the bed was sullen, it seemed that he was not ready to speak.If you can only say something like "My lord doesn't value me at all", it's better to keep silent.

"My lord has a solution." Murong Xiye picked up the teacup, went to the table and poured himself a glass of water.The slow-moving person on the bed suddenly turned over, and didn't care if the quilt slipped off, just looked at Murong Xiye.

"What way?"

"It's just... This king shows his love to the emperor. Stop you from getting married." The cold tea slid down his throat, and looking at Qingcheng's disappointed expression, Murong Xiye couldn't help but want to laugh and almost choked. "Why, don't you think this king's method will work? Don't you think the emperor will be moved by this king, and then let this king marry Yang Qiyue?"

The disappointment on Qingcheng's face changed to "What did you say?" After careful consideration, he understood what Murong Xiye meant.His so-called expression of love was not referring to himself, but to Yang Qiyue.

With a cold snort, Qingcheng said disdainfully, "You have a good idea to marry General Qingyang to strengthen your position. If your brother knows, I wish I could marry Yang Qiyue tomorrow, so that you can stop thinking about it." .”

After getting dressed a few times, Qingcheng got up and picked up the bamboo tube on the table. "Qingcheng didn't really count on the prince. It's just Qingcheng's own sentimentality all the time. I just have this face. Apart from this face, who else is willing to linger on me?"

"Qingcheng?" The other party said such words suddenly, making Murong Xiye a little at a loss.He didn't dare to devote too much sincerity to people who treated him like a cat.He has been walking on the edge of the cliff, and no one can be his real salvation.

He seemed born to be let down.

He is already scared.Knowing that you won't be able to keep it in the end, it is the wisest choice to let go from the beginning.But once you take the first step, you will unconsciously want more.The more you are afraid of losing, the more you will ask for it.Everything will be barren.

It will be too late.

"Sister Ziyun is right. The imperial capital is just a flashy surface, and what is hidden under the surface is all filth and sin. People's hearts are nothing more than that, so how dare you seek the truth." With a cold sentence, Qingcheng opened the door and went out without any hesitation. He didn't care about the palace servants standing outside.

The servants turned their heads and saw their master standing solemnly at the door of the room. They were all silent, and they dared not breathe, let alone go to see Qingcheng.Sitting silently with his head down and doing the work in his hand.

Qingcheng disappeared for a long time, but Murong Xiye was still leaning against the door.

He thought, if there is no way to get a real warm look from Qingcheng, letting go is not a bad thing for him.

Even if he will become a member of the general's mansion.

Damn it!Qingcheng kicked on the locust tree in the unknown winery, the old tree was motionless, but his foot hurt.The pain made the corners of his eyes moist.He shouldn't be sad.Murong Xiye is not worth his sorrow.

Obviously he made himself into this appearance.

The pupils are black, and the outer ring is inlaid with purple, which is hard to see unless you look carefully.Upon closer inspection, it is very beautiful.Although those eyes have lost the ability to express emotions, at least when they are angry, the purple will become more prominent, making people see the difference in themselves.

Such a pair of eyes, such a person, was cultivated through pain and suffering.He must not waste his efforts.

"Meow~" A snow ball ran into his arms, and he subconsciously grabbed it.Xue Tuan'er rubbed his hand against his cheek, found a comfortable position, and absorbed the warmth from his body.

"Feiye, why are you here?" He stroked the cat's head, but the cat ignored him.

No one brought it here on purpose.There seems to be a great fate between Feiye and him.

The bamboo tubes hanging on the treetops collided and made noises because of the wind.Feiye raised her head, her blue eyes fixed on two solitary bamboo tubes hanging on the empty locust tree for a long time.

Feiye, you have to remember that brewing wine is a very delicate matter.It’s not enough to brew it and drink it.There are many types of people, and so can wine.

You have to see both of these things clearly.