Unsuccessful

On New Year's Eve, sacrifices are made to ordinary people's homes, let alone the royal family.

It's just that for the young Prince Jin who hadn't reached the crown and Jing Luo, who was not of royal blood, this sacrifice was roughly equivalent to a group of people dancing to the Great God. The two who had just returned from the gate of hell stayed in Qianli Pavilion.

After the reunion night on New Year's Eve, presided over by the emperor of the Xia Dynasty, the "Plague Chasing" was held at the gate of the palace, that is, the Grand Nuo, and 120 11-year-old boys were selected to act as minions, and there were twelve divine beasts in the Grand Nuo. It is worn on the faces of twelve young people in the form of facial makeup, with the purpose of driving all ominous things out of the palace gate.

Although Feng Yuan has never believed in these ghosts and gods, he has not violated the ancestral system and abolished the Grand Nuo since he became the throne, and he has the meaning of making it bigger and bigger, because what happened to Feng Tuo touched Feng Yuan's nerves, no matter whether it is true or not. There are gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and none of them can take Fengtuo away.

The front of the palace gate was very brightly illuminated by torches, reflecting Feng Yuan's face, expressionless, resolute like a god's mansion, one bright and one dark but like an unscrupulous devil.

In Qianli Pavilion, it is as warm as spring. Although you don’t need to participate in the grand Nuo, you still have to respect your ancestors. Fresh tributes are placed on the altar table. Feng Tuo knelt on the futon and chanted scriptures. You can only read slowly, because you can read slowly but you can't make mistakes.

"Huh!" Feng Tuo let out a breath, put the scriptures back on the desk, and finished the task for tonight's New Year's Eve after praying three times.

After detoxification, Feng Tuo was fine for a long time, but Jing Luo was severely tortured and lost too much blood, so he couldn't get out of bed for a few days.

"A Luo, how's it going?" After pouring a glass of water, Feng Tuo walked to Jing Luo's bedside.

The person who was reading by the light raised his eyes, "It's all right, the wound doesn't hurt anymore."

"Brother Huang shouldn't have treated you that way, I will make it clear to Brother Huang." Feng Tuo also guessed why Jing Luo was severely punished and almost died, the fatal wound on his chest was not the place where the blood was let out, but another one.

Looking at the guilt in the eyes of the person in front of him, Jing Luo said with a smile, "I'm fine, so don't go to the emperor, it's just... I'm wrong."

Feng Tuo watched the person in front of him utter the last few words in silence, feeling suddenly sore in his heart.

"I... don't blame you, A Luo, I don't know what I'm thinking, can you give me some time, let me think about it?"

"Okay." Jing Luo nodded, raised his hand to touch Fengtuo's soft hair, felt a bit of Fengtuo's stiffness but then relaxed, sighed, got up and gently hugged Fengtuo who was sitting by the bed, bowed his head The voice said in Feng Tuo's ear, "A Tuo, don't embarrass yourself. If you don't like it, you don't like it. I'd rather you reject me outright than see me being wronged."

Feng Tuo rested his chin on Jing Luo's shoulder, hummed, Jing Luo let go of the child, carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes, lay down slowly, closed his eyes, but clenched his fists unconsciously, Now it's not just a matter of love, Jing Luo doesn't dare to expect Fengtuo's response, because if Fengtuo knows what he has done, it will be difficult not to hate him, let alone like him... The most urgent task is to quickly make up for those mistakes.

With a sigh of relief, Jing Luo opened his eyes and met Feng Tuo's eyes. After a moment, Feng Tuo quickly turned his eyes away and stared at the light by the bed, pretending to be serious.

That's great, nothing happened, Jing Luo hasn't apologized to Feng Tuo yet, and Feng Tuo hasn't seen Jing Luo's true face.

"Cough," Jing Luo pretended to cough, pretending not to see Feng Tuo's peeking eyes just now, "A Tuo?"

"Ok?"

"How is the mother-in-law?"

"It's always been good." Feng Tuo didn't know why Jing Luo suddenly mentioned this matter, and looked at Jing Luo blankly.

"I know a very powerful folk doctor, and I want him to show his foster father and adoptive mother his body."

"No need, father, queen, mother and concubine are all born in martial arts..."

"Let's take a look, and let him show it to you by the way."

Feng Tuo looked at Jing Luo who was a little pale, and felt that this folk doctor came to Mu Wang's mansion to listen to what he really needed. "Oh, oh, well, Ah Luo, you have to take a good look."

Jing Luo laughed and said, "Okay."

Feng Tuo was dazzled by this ordinary smile, the light was gentle, he seemed unable to bear the beautiful atmosphere, and there was love hidden in the smile.

At this moment, Feng Tuo felt that his heart might be really moved. After all, no one can ignore such an obvious love. Even though Feng Tuo has never experienced poverty, he has still experienced a lot of pain, suffering from illness, and sudden accidents. , even if he didn't take his life away in the end, this kind of thing was like a curse deeply engraved on Feng Tuo's heart, reminding Feng Tuo all the time, even threatening him, and Jing Luo was the one who could save him. His person, and this person is so close, as long as he stretches out his hand, he can touch it, as long as he looks back, he can see it, and he will softly comfort him when he is sick, telling him that it is okay, nothing will happen...

Jing Luo was thinking about how to prevent the emperor from destroying Prince Mu's mansion, but he didn't see Feng Tuo move for a long time. He looked up and saw Feng Tuo staring at him blankly, "A Tuo?"

"Huh?" Feng Tuo came back to his senses, feeling a little complicated, "A Luo, tell me about your childhood."

"Okay, what does A-Tuo want to hear?" Jing Luo lifted the quilt and moved in, motioning for Feng Tuo to come up, "A-Tuo, come up, it's cold in the ground." The reason was justified and there was no violation, Feng Tuo felt a little embarrassed Hot, and hurriedly climbed onto the bed to prove that he was not embarrassed.

"Just, let's start when you come to the palace."

"Okay, let me start before entering the palace." Jing Luo covered Fengtuo with a quilt and started the story.