Locke

Under the faint yellow candle flame, a snow-white pigeon flew to the desk table.

The curtains outside the window swayed slightly, blowing a little cool breeze.

Luo Min looked at the pigeon, gently stroked the pigeon's smooth feathers, and slowly removed the secret letter that was sealed in the tube.

He unfolded the letter, carefully studying its contents.

Luo Min looked at it very carefully, for fear of missing a word.

The letter reads:

Plans can unfold slowly.

However, with such a small number, Luo Min looked at it very seriously.

He sighed softly and burned the yellowed letterhead.

The letter paper was lit by the candle flame and gradually turned to ashes, rising a faint green smoke.

Luo Min propped his head expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he sighed softly.

On the second day,

Last night was so crazy that Murong Li stayed in bed for a while before he could get out of bed.

Zhi Ming didn't understand why Murong Li wanted to mention this ridiculous deal.

Time passes, things are not people.

The royal city of the Heavenly Power has not changed, and they have been separated by many things, how can they deceive themselves into the past?

However, since you have agreed to this deal, you should consider it a good show.

Born in an imperial family, isn't what he's best at acting?

Since Ah Li wants to act, he might as well accompany him to act.

Whether it's vanity or delusion,

Ridiculous, he naturally wants to be ridiculous and continue to have a ridiculous dream.

Murong Li wore the white tunic and red dress that he wore past.

He stood under the colorful peach blossom tree, his eyebrows were picturesque, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal.

Zhiming hadn't seen Murong Li wearing this dress for a long time, and when he saw it this time, it seemed like he was back in an old dream.

The past is gone with the wind, and he and him don't seem to have changed.

It seems to have completely changed.

"No matter how you look at it, it's a painting." Zhiming said from the bottom of his heart.

Murong Li bowed slightly and began to boil tea in the pavilion.

"Ah Li, what do you want, tell this king, and this king will bring it to you." Zhi Mingdao.

"What if I want the moon in the sky?"

"That'...... So the king ordered a high platform to be built in the palace. ”

Murong Li's hand making tea paused slightly, "Your ...... King"

Zhiming's eyes moved slightly, "Ah Li, you are smiling." The number of times the king saw you laughing, he counted it with one hand. ”

Murong Li: "......"

Zhiming asked, "How is it, does this king play a like?" ”

"I didn't expect that the king still remembered the words of the year." Murong Li made two cups of tea.

Zhi Ming picked up a cup of tea casually and took a sip, "I never dare to forget the past." It would be nice to be able to go back in time. ”

"Your Majesty, as long as you are willing, you can always go back to the past." Murong Li said.

"There's no going back. You said you wanted me to wait a few years for you. However, how can you really let go of Yaoguang? How can I really let go of the power of heaven? If you can let go completely, you are not you, and I am not me. ”

"Ah Li, there is no misunderstanding between us. This king knows that it is true that Ah Li said [I have me in my heart] last time, but Ah Li can't let go of Yaoguang, and it is also true. We are all kings, and many things can no longer be done to our liking. ”

Murong Li said, "The king promised me that I would return to my old self for one day." Why is it so fast that you don't want to act? ”

"Ah Li, why are you deceiving yourself?"

"As the king of a country, the king cannot break his word."

"Okay."