The visit of the eldest prince was naturally unexpected by anyone.

Ye Mujing handed over the wind to the palace people, straightened out his appearance, and walked towards the imperial study with steps.

From a distance, he saw the figure of the emperor reflected in the window of the imperial study.

In the bright candlelight, he seemed to be throwing away a few notebooks in a hurry.

Ye Mujing was slightly flustered - his father was in a bad mood, and he didn't seem to have come at the right time.

However, he also knew that he might change his mind early tomorrow morning.

He didn't know how he got back from the ghost gate.

The first person he saw when he woke up was Ye Mushen, and he was almost about to collapse.

Ye Mujing didn't dare to think about what happened to Zhou Yinchen.

He didn't dare to ask.

Ye Mushen takes care of himself in every detail...... But what about another person who is sicker than himself?

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Everyone who escapes reality will eventually become a madman in the eyes of others.

Ye Mujing can imagine how much pressure Ye Mushen has endured for this, and how much sorrow he has made behind his back.

But he couldn't do it anymore like he used to do, laughing at whatever happened.

Zhou Yinchen was stabbed to death by a long needle in his hand; As everyone knows, he has a longer and more ruthless needle in his own heart.

Seeing Zhou Yinchen again, Ye Mujing felt that he was dreaming.

His pale cheeks had become rosy from serious illness, his sharpened chin had a slight rounded arc, and his deeply sunken eyes no longer shone with a paranoid and insolent light, but overflowed with a feeling that he could not understand.

Zhou Yinchen knelt down in front of him, his voice sincere and firm, "Ah Jing, my life is yours...... But it can only be yours. ”

He also said, "Ah Jing, we will never be separated again...... No one can take you away from me. ”

Ye Mujing didn't want to hear him say such things. He didn't want that at all.

He had someone he loved, and that person had been in his heart for twenty years......

Why did Zhou Yinchen want to brand that ugly mark on himself?

Why should there be such an annoying entanglement between them?

Ye Mujing took out the night dagger given by the emperor and aimed it at his heart.

This time, it will definitely kill him.

But before the tip of the pitch-black blade touched his chest, Ye Mujing went crazy again.

The dagger fell to the ground with a thud.

He also knelt down and hugged Zhou Yinchen.

Like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw, his hands were clasped between his fingers, reliving his smiling lips.

It is different from the eerie and cold place in my memory, with lifeless dry lips.

Ye Mujing clearly felt that the lips on his kiss were as hot as fire.

The suffocating deep kiss almost wiped out the consciousness of Ye Mujing.

The body involuntarily sought a deeper entanglement, but fortunately he opened his eyes and saw the appearance of the person in front of him.

A muffled snort of shame escaped from Ye Mujing's throat.

He dodged Zhou Yinchen's more presumptuous teasing, picked up the exquisite porcelain cup on the table casually, and smashed it at him.

Zhou Yinchen stopped his movements first and snatched the porcelain cup, "Ah Jing, don't deceive yourself...... You want that too, don't you? ”

Ye Mujing's eyes were red, and he bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Ah Jing, promise me...... Don't let me fall into the hands of those people......" Zhou Yinchen bewitched, "As I said, plead with Your Majesty...... When the time comes, I will torture me as much as you want. ”

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