"Han Zigao is a famous beautiful man in the south of the Yangtze River, don't you really know?" Gao Zhan raised his eyebrows, and the words he asked with an inquiring face were finally a strong vinegar smell, Zimo glared at him, the king of a country didn't ask him why he secretly hid his fine works but was obsessed with what beautiful men were not beautiful, it was really unseemly!

His Majesty the Emperor seemed to easily understand the meaning of thinking that he was unorthodox and did not distinguish between the important and the important, and said with a wicked smile: "I just care about whether Chang Gong is affectionate again, if you want to say that you have a heart of treason, I don't believe it at all, I want to offer the country and the mountains to please you, you will treat it as if you are a, if you say that Your Highness Lanling has gone to great lengths to plot against foreign countries, it will be a big joke!

。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。。。。。 "Han Zigao is really meticulous?" Zimo didn't want to believe it.

"It's true. However, at the moment, Changgong's body is the most important, so there is no need to worry about these things. Look at you, you don't even remember to put on all your clothes, so you ask me about many things. Gao Zhan hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled maliciously.

Zi Mo was said like this, and suddenly tightened himself a little more. looked at Gao Zhan vigilantly, and then lowered his eyes to think about this is not right, why did he stay in the inner hall of this palace again!

As soon as he stretched out his arms and legs, Zimo was rummaging around on the couch.

"What are you looking for?" Gao Zhan asked him.

"My clothes!" glared at the man angrily, asking for some reason!

Gao Zhan looked thoughtfully at Chang Gong, who was only wrapped in a quilt, reluctantly, and reluctantly took out the middle coat from the couch and handed it over: "This middle coat was taken off by me, and only I can find it." Gao Zhan was in a very good mood today, so he took out the clothes he had hidden with a hippie smile and offered treasures.

Tut...... Zi Mo is really helpless about this uncertain Gao Zhan, where does he look like the Ninth Five-Year Honorable in the eyes of others! Because of the deliberate alienation, he and the Ninth Uncle seem to have become more distinct, but he didn't think about how this confusion could be mixed up like this! He could clearly put on his face, but he saw that the tears on Gao Zhan's cheeks were still there, so he could only sigh helplessly and hand over his clothes.

Turning over the futon that was blocking his body, he put on his clothes, and was about to wear underneath, but he couldn't help but find that the burning gaze was still attached to him.

"Ahem。。。。。。 Zi Mo frowned and looked at the man, Gao Zhan realized it, so he turned around with a smile so that Zi Mo could put on his pants.

"Where's my robe?" Zi Mo asked.

"Hey, Changgong is leaving?" Gao Zhan turned his head abruptly, grabbing Zi Mo's shoulders with both hands.

"Your Majesty, thanks to Your Majesty's grace and Rongchen, who was treated by the imperial doctor in the palace, there is no major problem now。。。。。。 Your Majesty。。。。。。 ”

"I won't let you go. Before Zi Mo finished speaking, Gao Zhan said categorically.

。。。。。。 "Your Majesty, don't make a distinction between public and private!"

"When did I separate public and private in front of you?!" Gao Zhan broke the jar and broke it, and he was talking nonsense with a righteous face. Seeing that Zi Mo was stunned and about to be angry, he slowly said again, "As long as any official matter has anything to do with Chang Gong, it is a private matter! You are so seriously injured, you don't stay in the palace and want to run around, where can I let you out? When you leave the palace, you must thoroughly investigate the ins and outs of Han Zigao's matter, how to take care of your injuries? Chang Gong, you are not iron-clad, and you are not so lucky to escape death every time!"

Gao Zhan looked concerned, his expression on weekdays was too cold and arrogant, so that the corners of his eyes and eyebrows melted into temperature, as if he was a different person, and he didn't know which was the most authentic Gao Zhan, the cold one, or the infatuated appearance of such tenderness and infatuation now.

"I know, but the courtiers who live in the palace will be truthful. Zimo said.

"Are you afraid of falling into other people's mouths or are you worried that you won't be able to see that person?" Suddenly, Gao Zhan's tone became heavy, faintly gloomy.

The hand holding Zi Mo's shoulder also instantly increased its strength, making Zi Mo stunned and not understanding what Gao Zhan was referring to.

"What does Your Majesty mean?"

。。。。。。 Gao Zhan's brows tightened, it was a relief that he had endured such an attack for a long time, but suddenly he was a little scared, this fear that he had never had before actually made him cringe, and he didn't open his mouth for a long time. Thinking of Murong Chong's celestial appearance, Chang Gong's affection for that person, and the human ethics and etiquette between himself and Chang Gong, it is obvious which is right and which is wrong. Gao Zhan insisted on stepping over the moat and keeping Changgong by his side, but when one day he found that it was his wishful thinking, fear and panic, and suddenly all his desires and obsessions were poured out like cold water. The heart was slowly stirring as if it were being stirred by a dagger, and it was dull and painful。。。。。。

He Gao Zhan was obviously not such a cowardly person, and he also thought about keeping Chang Gong by his side no matter what. But when he saw Chang Gong lying on the couch almost breathlessly, he had a vision in his heart that he was willing to use everything to redeem it. So when the months-long jealousy and the plan to transfer Murong Chong back to Yecheng to hold the power of life and death in the palm of his hand and want to wantonly humiliate him were all realized, he was overwhelmed by Changgong's sudden accident. After two nights of sleep, when Gao Zhan hugged Chang Gong, who was like a corpse, came to his mind, if Murong Chong really died in his hands, would Chang Gong also be as sad as he was at this moment, and it would be difficult to let go of his life. Gao Zhan was surprised by his transformation, and even more shocked that the so-called love could make him so unreasonable.

Gao Zhan was thinking deeply, stared down at Zi Mo's chest, pulled out the piece of jade from his shirt, played with it in his hand, and said softly: "It's nothing, I thought that Changgong would wait until he was better tonight and then it would not be too late to leave the palace." If Changgong is worried about the people in the palace of the Lanling King, I can specially allow the sick to come to the palace to see you, okay?"

Zi Mo didn't know what was wrong with this Gao Zhan, and the indescribable weirdness seemed to be too kind. Seeing that the night was already dark outside, and the hands and feet were sore and soft for a while, he knew that this time the water was really not a minor injury, if it hurt the root, I was afraid that there would be a disease in the future, so I nodded, and was comforted by Gao Zhan and lay on the couch.

Gao Zhan covered him with the futon and walked outside gently.

"Uncle Jiu, you can also go back and have a good rest, you have been with me for two nights, your face is not good, you should be tired. Somehow, looking at Gao Zhan's lonely figure walking outside the hall, Zi Mo said so without thinking. As soon as he said this, he himself was a little surprised.

Gao Zhan's hand stretched out to pull the door was suspended in the air, but his body trembled slightly without looking back, and his face was gloomy for a while, he hadn't heard Chang Gong call him Uncle Nine for a long time, this kind stupid boy was still so easily moved。。。。。。

"Changgong, I love you, I love you to the bone。。。。。。 So, you can't die until I'm dead. If you dare to leave me alone, I will wait for you for the rest of my life and pester you by the bridge even if I am just a lonely soul。。。。。。 Gao Zhan's deep eyes just glanced back, and then Zi Mo shrank on the bed and shivered. As if seeing Zi Mo's reaction, Gao Zhan hooked his lips coldly, then raised his chin and returned to his former invincible appearance.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!" the guards outside the door saluted in unison, and as the footsteps faded away, Gao Zhan finally left.

For a while, Zi Mo was still trapped in that Gao Zhan's intimidation for a long time. The closer Gao Zhan gets, the more he feels that this person is like a vortex that can entangle people and can't extricate themselves, cold, infatuated, happy, ruthless, uncertain, regardless of the cost, Gao Zhan is as cold as ice, but hot as magma erupting, but no matter which side, Gao Zhan is so difficult to approach, no one can get close to him, no one can understand him, no one can sympathize with him, and no one can manipulate him。。。。。。 Uncle Jiu's determination made him invincible wherever he passed, like a trapped beast that had escaped from the reins, and the Jedi counterattacked, so he marched all the way towards his goal, but he also hurt others and himself. But people like him must also be the loneliest, like a lone star in the night sky, people can look at his starlight, but no one can stand side by side with him. Covered in bruises, it emitted a cold light in that far away。。。。。。 It's been a long time since I've been alone with Gao Zhan like this, but it's just that the back makes Zi Mo read so many associations.

Thinking of Gao Zhan's moodiness, Zi Mo frowned, and suddenly realized that his head was full of Gao Zhan's manners, words and deeds, Zi Mo was even more cramped, and pulled the futon and covered his face. Why did he care so much about Uncle Nine's affairs? He should hate this bastard! He 。。。。。。 He couldn't forget the hug of Fang Cai, his head seemed to be stuck, repeating over and over again the body temperature of the person holding him, the tears in his eyes, the sadness that should have been resolutely cold when his emotions collapsed could not be contained.

Zi Mo pounded his chest, as if he was drowned in those tears, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe for a while. Uncle Nine's pain should have been a burden and a burden to him, but he didn't know when it started, and he would feel panicked and sad because of this person's pain. Suffering for his pain, mourning for his suffering, mourning for his sorrow, empathizing, as if being dragged and watching him cry, his heart also dripped blood together, and whimpered, as if he was singing. His heart was beating a lot faster, beating rapidly and more than panic, Gao Zhan's worry and loneliness were completely conveyed to him, so that he couldn't calm down and cold his heart. Such a reaction made Zi Mo's heart stagnate, and he suddenly panicked.

He asked himself that he had never been nostalgic and deeply entangled in Gao Zhan's obsession, and that everything in the past was nothing but mistakes and absurdities! He thought that all he had for Uncle Nine was hatred and helplessness, like a ghost, the source of all his nightmares. If this is the case, then what should be the pain and reluctance that envelops his heart at this moment? He is reluctant to let Gao Zhan blend into the ice and snow like this, the night outside is lonely, and Uncle Nine is like the only star in heaven and earth emitting cold light alone. As soon as he raised his hand and looked back, he was so sad and deliberately forbearing, painful, it actually made Zi Mo curl up his hands and feet, he didn't want Uncle Nine to go like this.

What was he thinking?!Could he still pull Gao Zhan and let him sleep in the same hall and share a bed?!Zi Mo was so frightened by his own thoughts that he touched his forehead, it was still a little hot! This is a burnt mess。。。。。。 With his eyes closed, Zi Mo forced himself to wave away the thought that scared him. But even though he was dazed and fell asleep, the face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Changgong, my place is your own home, you can come and go if you want. The man touched his head and smiled.

Gao Cheng's father, Zi Mo frowned slightly. Oh, no, who would treat him like this except Uncle Nine。。。。。。

"Uncle Jiu, Mr. Liu punished me for copying words! You let me hide!" Zi Mo was only a few years old at that time, and said with a mischievous smile and lying in front of Gao Zhan's window.

That year, the pear blossoms were full of trees, like a fragrant and fragrant youth.