The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

"I don't need you to do this for me." Murong Zhaohui said coldly.

Changsheng looked at him in surprise, for a while, lowered his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "That's what you want, let me live in Qingxin Palace for the rest of my life, and can't go anywhere?" Changsheng thought carefully about what happened after he returned to Dragon City. Most of the time is spent in the Hall of Pure Heart. Every time I go out, I must get Murong Zhaohui's permission. Sometimes I just walk around in the palace, but I will be called back halfway by him. How is this different from house arrest?

Murong Zhaohui also couldn't figure out his inexplicable emotions, seeing that Changsheng was unhappy, he said: "I hope you can always be by my side, don't you want to be with me for a long time?"

"Zhaohui, I want to go out of the palace today, is it okay?"

"Your wind chill is not healed yet."

"I'm already healed, I can run and jump, and nothing happens."

The two stalemate for a while, Murong Zhaohui finally said: "Well, I must come back in the evening."

Changsheng dully changed into his plain travel clothes, packed his purse, got up and left the Qingxin Hall.Murong Zhaohui sat on the couch, looking at Chang Sheng's figure who was slightly thinner than before, feeling inexplicably uneasy.He was uneasy after Changsheng left, but now that Changsheng returned to him, he became more and more uneasy.He was very afraid of the feeling of gaining and losing again. After the death of his mother and concubine, his father went from loving to indifference, and his helpless situation made him close himself for a while.He finally got love here in Changsheng, and he became afraid, fearing that one day, this love would suddenly disappear.

"Li Qing, follow him, don't let him know."

A faint reply came from the empty hall: "Yes, Your Majesty."

It was Chang Sheng who provoked him first, and turned his inexplicable love for him into a scourge, and now it's hard to get over it, he just wants to hold him firmly in the palm of his hand, and never let go.

Chang Sheng was walking on the street in a dull mood. In fact, he didn't want to go out today, but Murong Zhaohui's attitude almost suffocated him.Physical harmony aside, the two seem to disagree with each other on many issues, and neither is happy to back down.Murong Zhaohui is the current emperor, it is very rare to be able to argue with him on an equal footing, what else do you want?Changsheng was a little annoyed.What do you want?He didn't understand it himself.He wanted to go back to Guanshan, and he thought it would be best if Murong Zhaohui wasn't the current sage.He hated this inexplicable sense of humbleness, as if without Murong Zhaohui's blessing, he couldn't live on his own.He hoped that he was protecting Murong Zhaohui, not Murong Zhaohui protecting him.

Passing through the tide-like crowd, Changsheng sat down by the moat. When he was 15 years old, he watched fireworks with Murong Zhaohui here. He liked him so much and hoped to be with him forever.Murong Zhaohui accepted his wish, but he started to feel afraid.What he wants to be with him is to be his right-hand man, not to be a favorite who only talks and sleeps with him.

"Changsheng, is that you?"

Changsheng turned his head, he recognized the person who came, it was Zhao Guangyu.He still had a smile on his face when he saw Changsheng. After returning to Dragon City for so long, he hasn't regained any weight. He is still as thin as when he just came back.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you?"

"Well, it's fine."

"Are you free for a cup of tea?"

Chang Sheng stood up and said, "Okay, I'm bored."

Time seemed to go back to the past, even the place I went to was in the past, facing the famous flower street in Longcheng.Chang Sheng looked at the gorgeous woman not far away, suddenly thought of someone, and asked quickly: "Guangyu, how is Tao Zi?"

I haven't seen him since he went to Guanshan.When Changsheng left, he gave the bustard a large sum of money and entrusted Zhao Guangyu to take care of him, so it was not a big problem after all.He wanted to redeem Tao Zi, but Tao Zi couldn't redeem his life.He wanted to intercede with Murong Zhaohui and give up Tao Zi's prostitution status, but this would definitely arouse his dissatisfaction.What's more, there are many people who are similar to Tao Zi, and if they want to help, they can't help them.

Zhao Guangyu's hands trembled, and he looked at him with guilt: "Tao Zi... is no longer here."

"Not here?" Chang Sheng's head suddenly went blank, and the teacup in his hand fell off and shattered on the ground, "What does it mean to be gone?"

"After you left, someone in the palace gave him a glass of poisoned wine."

"Someone in the palace gave him a glass of poisoned wine?" Chang Sheng's mind was still blank, "Who?"

Zhao Guangyu shook his head and did not speak again.

Changsheng couldn't believe it, he stumbled downstairs and came to Muchu Tower.Although it was the cold spring season, there were still a group of scantily clad boys and girls standing in front of the door.Seeing him, the bustard first smiled, then seemed to remember something, and said with a sad face: "Master, did you come to find Xiaotao? It's a pity that he is no longer here."

Chang Sheng's mind went blank. Xiao Tao's room had been changed by someone else, and his things were gone.Although Chang Sheng has no love for Tao Zi, he sincerely regards him as his friend.He couldn't accept that a life was taken away so easily.

Zhao Guangyu supported Changsheng and left Muchu Tower with him.Changsheng was in a daze, Zhao Guangyu said to him: "Tao Zi didn't have time to leave a letter before he died, and he told me himself that he is very grateful to you and hopes you live happily."

It was already dark, but the streets of Longcheng were still brightly lit and lively.Declining Zhao Guangyu's request to invite him to his house as a guest, Changsheng walked on the street numbly.He felt sorry for many people.Other than him, no one in the palace would want to kill Tao Zi.Changsheng didn't understand why he became what he is today.Or maybe he was like this in the first place, but he never understood it.

He sat on the edge of the moat, and he didn't know how long it had passed, but he could only hear the sound of footsteps.The crowd gave way one after another, and a small troop of cavalry appeared in front of him, led by his master Jiang Ling.He got off his horse, walked up to him and said, "Changsheng, it's time for you to return to the palace."

Chang Sheng turned his head and stared at him blankly, before saying after a while: "What if I don't go back to the palace?"

Jiang Ling put on a cold face: "Stop messing around, if you don't go back, you are resisting the order."

Changsheng met Jiangling's eyes: "Do you want to kill your head?"

"Your Majesty's meaning, as a courtier, you don't dare to speculate. I hope that General Meng will not speculate on His Majesty's mind."

What Jiang Ling said was right, Murong Zhaohui's thoughts, Changsheng was getting more and more unpredictable.He stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said: "Master, I was just joking with you, take me back to the palace."

The heavy Zhumen opened one after another, and closed one after another.If he hadn't been here when he was ten years old, he might never have anything to do with the court in his life, and such days might be much happier.Once you get infected with love, you can't just give up if you want to.He loves Murong Zhaohui, he knows clearly that he loves him.It was precisely because of this that he felt sad.

The lights in Qingxin Hall were darker than those outside, and only one orange lantern was left on the table.Murong Zhaohui was sitting at the table with his hair draped over, holding a cup of tea, reading a letter, his quiet appearance was astonishingly beautiful.He knew that this letter was probably another piece of information collected by his hidden guards for him.Changsheng suddenly felt terrible, he realized that he might not really understand him.

"Changsheng, you came back late today." He stood up and put the paper he had read into the lamp and burned it. The flame suddenly lit up, then slowly dimmed, turning into smoke and dust.He walked slowly towards Changsheng and stopped only half a step away from him.

"I know." Chang Sheng looked down at his eyes, they were still so bright and beautiful.As a man, Murong Zhaohui was too beautiful.

"I know you're still coming back so late, have you eaten yet?"

Changsheng shook his head: "No."

"I'll have someone bring it up."

"No, I don't want to eat."

Murong Zhaohui heard the alienation in Changsheng's tone, and frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

"Tao Zi...you killed him?"

Murong Zhaohui was puzzled for a while before he remembered who Chang Sheng was talking about, and immediately got a little annoyed: "Are you going to Goulan Courtyard again?"

Changsheng felt a little tight in his chest, and those inexplicable emotions just now surged out all of a sudden, and he only said coldly: "You are really unreasonable."

Murong Zhaohui also had a cold face, and said, "Is a male prostitute worthy of you? Or, he is really your old friend, and you feel sorry for him."

"Apart from me, do you have any friends? He is not my lover. I just regard him as a friend. Do you understand what a friend is?"

It was the first time that Changsheng spoke so seriously in front of him, Murong Zhaohui was startled, and said angrily: "Yes, I don't have many friends. But I know that a friend like him will not do you any good, and will only become a stain on you. "

The corners of Changsheng's eyes suddenly became wet. He pointed to himself and said, "I am your stain, why didn't you kill me?! Will you kill me in the future?"

Murong Zhaohui took two steps back, sat down on the couch, and stared into Changsheng's eyes: "Changsheng, what happened to you today? You just said something inexplicable. It's just a little male whore. I sent someone to give him poisoned wine." , so what. He is different from you, what do you compare him to yourself."

Changsheng shook his head: "I don't like you like this, you are not like this in my heart."

Murong Zhaohui took Chang Sheng's hand, pulled him closer, and asked: "Then what do you think I should be like?"

Changsheng felt cold in his heart and shook his head.Murong Zhaohui just admitted that he had killed a living life indifferently, and Chang Sheng felt that he had never known this kind of Murong Zhaohui.He didn't even care about Lian Yi, although he still loves him now, but in a few years?Will you feel that you are nothing more than his stain, and then remove yourself?

Seeing that Changsheng remained silent, Murong Zhaohui changed the subject: "Your father wants to retire and return to his hometown, and I have already agreed." When agreeing to Meng Hun's request, Murong Zhaohui actually had his own selfish motives.When Meng Hun left, it was impossible for Chang Sheng to follow him. In Dragon City, he was the only person closest to Chang Sheng.In the next few years, he will gradually have only him in his eyes.

At this time, longevity has an indescribable taste.Since then, does he have no place to live except the palace?Without his father's Sikong Mansion, what reason would he have to go back?He said again: "I want to go back to Guanshan."

"I won't let you go."

"Then what am I doing here, as your concubine?"

Murong Zhaohui knew that Chang Sheng was angry, but it was not like he didn't have this thought: "If you are willing, I really want to make you a concubine."

Chang was so angry that he couldn't speak, did Murong Zhaohui really mean what he said? "What the hell do you think of me?"

"Who said that you will always follow me and never leave?"

"No..." Chang Sheng turned pale and shook his head: "It shouldn't be like this."

"Then tell me, what should I do?" Murong Zhaohui thought of all the past, Changsheng had clearly said many times in the past that he cared about him and wanted to stay by his side forever.Now the older he gets, the less likely he will be able to live forever.Changsheng has traveled too far, recognized too many people, and the more days we spend away from him, the more he will be forgotten.Murong Zhaohui didn't want to end up like this, he didn't want to.

"We shouldn't be like this. I want to go back to Guanshan and do what I should do well."

The last thing Murong Zhaohui wanted to hear was this sentence. He pulled Chang Sheng's wrist and said, "Didn't I say that you just stay here, and you want to resist the order?!" After saying this, Murong Zhaohui Only then did Zhaohui realize that he had called himself "Zhen" in front of Changsheng, and he was really confused.

Changsheng shook off Murong Zhaohui's hand, and said sadly: "Yes, it's my fault, it's my disobedience to His Majesty, please forgive me."

Murong Zhaohui slapped Chang Sheng with his backhand, the force he used was not too strong, but the sound was exceptionally loud.He hated Changsheng calling him respectfully like this, he was bored. "If you want to be a courtier, kneel and reflect on yourself tonight."

The heart of longevity is ashamed, the relationship between them is really not equal as his father said.In fact, he has long understood that he and him will always be the one who makes the sacrifice.If he is not willing to lower himself, their relationship will fall apart at any time.

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