Jingshi is still that rich and noble place, as soon as the war stops, people are impatient to move back, and the blood in the city before I leave has now become a purple and red.

He is very popular with the people, about the people in the mountains, although they are rude, but they are all simple and simple, and the people who have been exploited by the Fuqi royal family and the foreign enemies of the ghost side are especially kind to them.

Liao's mansion was snubbed, and he put up the emperor's shelf and didn't allow me to live. I'm worried that if the old maid comes back, how will it be good? With a stroke of his pen, he sealed the heroes, gave them a mansion, and instructed people to take care of the former servants of the Liao Mansion one by one and incorporate them into the new mansion.

The palace was empty for a long time, and the glazed tiles were dusty, and when he came like this, it immediately became lively.

He insisted that I live in the palace, not far from his residence, just like in the barracks, obviously I don't bend down and step into his threshold. The two rooms where I could breathe, he and I, did not see each other for a long time.

He came to me the night before the enthronement ceremony, and we saw each other for the first time in the two months we had settled.

There was a strong smell of alcohol, but he didn't drink it. Looking at the broken wine jug in his hand, he was happy, saying that the threshold of Chongyuan Hall was high, and when he came out, he stumbled and spilled the wine, and the wine jug also fell, leaving a handle in his hand.

He is such a fool that he can still stumble over his threshold when he comes out of his palace.

"I wanted to ask you for wine, so I had to come to ask you for tea." He touched his chin and said with a smile.

I glanced at him and got up to reach for the teapot on the table. He turned his head in disgust: "It's cold." ”

Tomorrow will officially take charge of the people of this world, or this little child's temper. I couldn't, but I boiled water and made him new tea.

He sniffed: "Liao Xiao, you have such good skills!" ”

He seemed to like the smell of tea very much, and he also said that he wanted to come and eat my tea. It's as if the cup in front of you is all there is to it.

He took a sip of tea, and it was still hot. Suddenly, he said: "Today is General Liao's death day. ”

My hand paused, and the teapot in my hand nearly shattered. He hurriedly handed over his hand to help, and he was impartial.

I naturally know that today is the day when my father has been away for three years. I don't have much to do with my parents, but on this day, he always mentions it intentionally or unintentionally, and he is always tempting, testing that the holy will read out by Prince Fuqi himself three years ago is still useless in my heart.

On the day he urged me to live in the palace, looking at the expressions of those girls who forced themselves to suppress their fear, I knew that the holy decree had long been invalid. But I don't want to say that anymore. He should understand that it is useless to talk more.

I squatted down to bandage his scalded hand, but he ran his fingertips over my cheek, as if it hurt.

"Liao Xiao, do you know?" His words, halfway through speaking, seemed to be waiting for me, and after a long time, I looked up and looked at his expression, a little bitter, a little helpless.

"I've never seen you laugh. Even if it's a perfunctory, it's not. His fingertips stopped on my cheeks, as if there should have been a dimple that looked good with a smile.

I don't know what's ridiculous, laugh at his stupidity? I'm used to seeing it, and I don't think it's ridiculous.

"It's been three years, and when I was young, what you said to me was only two words." There was a bit of self-deprecation in his voice.

I remember that it was he who rescued me from the ghost side and healed me, and at the moment when his indifference, his calmness, and collapse collapsed, I called him and left.

These two words alone are all I have said to him in the past three years.

The closeness of childhood is already like a meaningless dream, and occasionally remembering it will only tear deeper the wound pierced by reality.

Missing his fingertips is like missing that dream, that wound, woven too beautifully, to touch.

He looked at my face, his gaze was deep, deep, like a bottomless lake, and he didn't dare to set foot in it. I pressed his hand, bandaged it finely, and wrapped it in layers. It was just a slight burn, but it hurt, and I know, like I was dazzled by the too hot sun, it hurt.

"It's not a big deal, just bring some water." He said tentatively, I didn't reply, but I sat on the wound and tied the knot.

"Reluctantly?" The corners of his lips were slightly raised, but there was no taste of a naughty smile.

I looked up at him. Reluctant? Willing? I don't know, my heart, as calm as ever. Perhaps, I was born like this, I can't cry, I can't laugh.

"If I get hurt in the future, will you still wrap my wounds?" He asked very seriously, and the expectation in his eyes flickered with a blinding eye.

I didn't nod, just looked at the ground.

After today, he is the emperor, even if there is still a court in the south, even if there are still years of war, he is the emperor, who will let him be injured? He was wounded, and how many people were vying to medicate him? I won't rob them, those people are the best for him, not a person like me.

His voice sounded above his head for a long time, low and determined, without half a penny: "I just need you to help me bind my wounds." It was destined in the last life. ”

In his previous life, he always thought that there should always be some fate between us, and the previous life was held together, and in this life, it should be so. It's just that people like me, no matter how many lifetimes they have been tied up in the past, when they see me in this life, I'm afraid they will all throw it away and run away.

His eyes fell to the side unconsciously, and the person in the makeup mirror, even if he wanted me to look at it, felt resentful and resentful, and was full of anger, even me, and I didn't want to approach half a step.

He seemed to see my appearance, and said softly: "Liao Xiao, you are really beautiful." ”

Wandering through his thoughts, he couldn't look at him anymore. He always treated me so carefully, every word and every word, he took care of me thoroughly. Knowing that I hated touching, my hand hung like that, and it didn't fall for a long time. It's just that he has too many naughty jokes in his daily life, and this sentence can only be regarded as a naughty joke.

"It's a great blessing to have both the country and the beauty in your arms." He gave a bright smile.

The beauty of the country, the dilemma of the ages, at this moment, he said it so easily. Beauty is easy to get, just a confidant, a peerless beauty who can know each other's thoughts by crossing eyebrows in a trance, how to find it? I'm not, I don't understand him, even if he understands me.

"Tomorrow, at the enthronement ceremony, can you stand by my side?" His words were very cautious.

I just shook my head.

He smiled: "Indeed, I don't know how Southern Vodez is going to feel. Since the ghost fang was destroyed, there has been no movement, don't you still want the two dynasties to stand side by side and divide the world equally? At tomorrow's ceremony, if you don't know what to expect, you should be careful and stay away, which is not unhelpful. I don't know if Mr. Xu will come over tomorrow, after all, if he hadn't planned step by step, he would never have been able to get to this step. Anyway, when you become famous, you have to have his share. ”

He seemed to think that I had something to do with Mr. Xu, and mentioned it again, and looked at me with a gloomy face.

Although he treated me so kindly, and even invited the prisoner ox and the jaws, although now I have left for some reason, I am grateful to him for more things, and I am as grateful as I am gratitude.

Jimo may know a lot about me, but he can't see through it alone, he can see why I am avoiding and refusing, however, no one can really understand that my heart has no more ups and downs. Nothing, nothing but nothing. He is such a living person, I am afraid that he will never experience such a thought, but I would rather he will not be able to experience it in his life. That's the best for him.