Murong Li placed Zhiming on the soft bed.

Zhiming on the bed was flushed, sleepy-eyed, "I'm not drunk...... Drinking......"

Murong Li helped Zhiming properly wipe the sweat from his forehead, "What are you doing with so much wine today?" Really. ”

It is said that he spits out the truth after drinking, and while Zhiming can still speak now, Murong Li suddenly wanted to ask him some questions.

These questions, when Zhiming is sober, he may not ask them.

Since Ziyu died, Zhiming seems to have completely changed as a person.

The innocent heart at the beginning was sincere to him, but after all, it changed.

It becomes cold, it becomes unfathomable, and it becomes unattainable.

Only now that he was drunk and Zhiming, Murong Li felt that they could get close.

Murong Li asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you believe me?" ”

Zhiming's drunken eyes were foggy, and his foggy eyes were rarely a little confused, "Believe." ”

Although the voice was soft, Murong Li could still hear it clearly.

Murong Li's cheeks rarely had a smile, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and there was even a sweetness in his smile that he didn't understand.

He was happy to hear this word from Zhiming's mouth, even if it was fake.

Murong Li boldly asked, "How is Ziyu?" ”

"Friends."

"What about Yu Xiao?"

"Nasty."

“…… What about me? ”

"Mine."

Murong Li: "......"

Before Murong Li could react, he saw Zhiming getting out of bed lazily and getting dressed.

Murong Li secretly said in his heart, "Isn't King Fang Cai drunk?" ”

Zhi Ming didn't look at Murong Li, bypassed Murong Li, pushed open the door, and walked outside.

Murong Li silently followed behind Zhi Ming.

But I saw Zhiming walking leisurely to the water pavilion to the sunny platform. There was a swing there, surrounded by feather flowers.

Zhiming sat on the swing and swinged it up and down.

Murong Li was afraid that he would fall, so he walked up to Zhiming, "Your Majesty, the night is cold and dewy, go back and rest early." ”

He said it twice in a row, but Zhiming ignored him, just silently swinging the swing.

He hung his head down, his eyes dim, and there was not a trace of stars.

Extremely lonely and extremely sad.

These days, Zhiming has never shown such a look in front of Murong Li.

After Ziyu's death, he always spoke harshly and left no room for anything.

so much so that people think that his king is strong,

Can withstand all injuries and betrayals.

used to be Zhiming, but he was just a Tianquan King Zhiming who didn't even wear a longevity lock, didn't know martial arts at all, and fought cocks and lackeys all day long.

Today's Zhiming is cold and cold, which is daunting.

Handle state affairs, just organized.

But it's been a long time since I've laughed.

He was hurt too much.

You may have forgotten how to laugh.

The cold moonlight stretched the shadow of Zhiming very long.

The two were relatively speechless for a while.

Murong Li sighed, took off the cloak on his body, and gently covered his body.

Zhiming didn't raise his head, and the depths of his eyes were sad and lonely.

When he was drunk, he was so silent, full of sadness, not at all like the sunny boy of the day.

Murong Li secretly clenched his fists.

The palace lights at the promenade flickered on and off, and there were palace maids who patrolled the night and walked quickly by.

The persistence on the swing is silent.

Like the cold dew of late autumn, silently sad.

The starry sky is bright, and the surrounding sea of flowers is beautiful.

But Murong Li couldn't enjoy this beautiful scenery.

He just wanted to be with the lonely, drunk man on the swing.

Zhiming......

Pivotal

Zhong Kunyi wiped Meng Zhang's tablet several times very carefully and lit three incense sticks.

His eyes were extremely gentle, as if he was looking at his sweetheart.

He sighed and said softly, "My King Meng Zhang......"

Zhong Kunyi's eyes were lowered, trying her best to hide the sadness in the depths of her eyebrows.

"Sir."

The door was opened from the outside.

"What?"

"Senior Brother Luo's letter." Shen Yu handed a letter to Zhong Kunyi in a proper manner.

Zhong Kunyi took the letter and read it intently, a slight chill flashed in her eyebrows.

With a "snap", he slapped the letter on the table. "So easy to reconcile? Murong Li, you are really a good means! ”

Shen Yu stood aside respectfully.

Zhong Kunyi's heart turned a thousand times, secretly thinking about which move he made wrong.

After being silent for a long time, Zhong Kunyi took a sip of tea and took a sip of tea slowly, "Even if the two are really reconciled." The two of them once separated from each other, as long as the seeds of doubt were planted. Even if Murong Li said that he was in the sky, Zhiming would not believe it. ”

Shen Yu said, "Mr. already has a clever plan?" ”

"That's nature." Zhong Kunyi's eyes moved slightly, and there was a faint expectation in the depths of his eyes, "However, I am also looking forward to how Murong Li will resolve my game." ”

I want that Murong Li to die at the hands of my best friend!

Murong Li......

Zhong Kunyi's eyes narrowed slightly, and she gently put down the teacup in her hand.

After Shen Yu left, Zhong Kunyi drank tea alone.

One person, one wooden monument, one candle flame.

Alas...... After the king left, the grandson left.

Is...... It's lonely.

Now the only thing that supports him to live is hatred.

And in his heart, there is only hatred, no love!

Heavenly Palace

After Zhi Ming woke up, he only felt a splitting headache.

He rubbed his temples in frustration.

It's still early outside, and it's not yet morning time.

Zhiming was stunned for a while, and was about to get up and change clothes.

saw Murong Li push the door and enter.

He was dressed in bright red clothes, charming but not vulgar.

The bright red and gorgeous clothes reflected Murong Li's cold cheeks, which were as good as water, and his posture was silky.

It's so beautiful that it's intoxicating.

Confusing Murong Li.

Murong Li, who captivated the country and the city.

Back then, as long as he got a smile from him, even if he paid any price, he was willing.

The past is vivid, and I never dare to forget it.

But now, Jun is no longer the king of yesterday.

And Ah Li, it was still Ah Li at that time.

It's just that at that time, he had always misunderstood that Ah Li wanted to focus on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he was elegant and indifferent.

But now that I think about it, it was really wrong.

Who is wrong with whom?

Let Zhiming be in a trance for a while.

Murong Li was carrying a tray with a large bowl of delicately carved jadeite.

The decanting soup in the bowl was billowing with smoke.

He walked over to Zhiming and placed the tray on the table beside him.

Zhiming withdrew Fang Cai's overly burning gaze, "Did Ah Li send me back last night?" ”

Murong Li nodded.

Zhiming only remembered fighting with Yu Xiao, and he didn't remember anything about the rest of the matter.

What do you seem to be missing?

Forgot something you shouldn't forget.

He glanced at Murong Li tentatively, "This king didn't be rude in front of others last night, right?" ”

Murong Li's eyes moved slightly.

He picked up the bowl and stirred the soup with a spoon, "No." This decanting soup is still hot, so let's drink a little. ”

Zhi Ming said, "This king is not a child anymore, so he doesn't need to drink this." ”

Murong Li blew on the mouth of the bowl, "The king is afraid of being hot?" ”

Zhi Ming scratched his head, "It's not ......"

Murong Li continued, "Is the king afraid of hardship? I've just tasted it, and it's not bitter at all. ”

"This is Ah Li's own hands?"

Murong Li didn't answer, but asked, "Is the king afraid that Ah Li will poison you?" Is it this kind of shirk? ”

"Not really."

Murong Li took a sip of the sobering soup and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, this time you should believe that there is no poison." ”

Zhi Ming suddenly took the bowl in Murong Li's hand and drank it all.

A brown liquid slid down Zhiming's face, and he wiped it casually.

"Not next time."

"What?"

Murong Li couldn't react for a while, and was a little puzzled.

"This king should not be reckless and fight with others for wine. I also want Ah Li to boil the sobering soup, this king is really ...... It really shouldn't be. ”

Murong Li clenched Zhiming's hand.

Zhi Ming looked up in surprise, the two of them looked at each other, and suddenly they both retracted their gaze at the same time.

"It's not early, it's time for the king to get up and go to the court."

"Hmm."