【Execution】Order of Folding Flowers

Chapter 19】

Zhi Ming held the wooden box and refused to let go, and got drunk in the Palace of Qinzheng.It was already night when I woke up, and the rustling insects under the flowers outside the hall were intertwined in the watery night.

"Go away." With a single step, Zhi Ming kicked away the eunuch who came to help him, and staggered towards Xutai.

What kind of madness is going on, Your Majesty?

When a group of people followed Xiang Xu's platform, they saw Zhi Ming directly smashed open the door, but stood at the door and did not enter.

"Let's go...it's not what we should see or listen to..." Someone in the crowd spoke first, and then everyone agreed, and then dispersed on their own.Against the night, Murongli could only see a figure standing alone, his black robes blended into the night, except for his hair slightly curled up by the wind, he could not be seen moving at all.

As Murong approached, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

The man lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He only heard him say in a hoarse voice: "This king has thought a lot..."

"Since I met you at the Yu Qiong Banquet... I have thought about it a lot..." He was drunk, and his words were broken, and his words couldn't express himself, but he seemed to be trying to remember something, "But I... I don't want to I can't get up..."

Murong Li didn't know what he wanted to say, thought that Zhi Ming had admitted to the wrong person again, so he pushed him away coldly: "Your Majesty looked for the wrong place."

"...No." Zhi Ming took a drunken step forward and pulled him into his arms, "I didn't find the wrong person... It was always you... Ah Li..."

When Murong Li heard this, he was furious: "How long are you going to tease me?" The next moment, his fist greeted Zhi Ming's face.

People who are recovering from a serious illness, where does the strength come from?Yu Zhiming used to say that this punch was nothing more than a joke.On the contrary, Zhi Ming hugged him even tighter, and said: "...Yes, you don't like... You don't like me calling you A Li, so how about I call you Rong'er in the future?"

"Rong'er, Rong'er..." He said it twice himself, and found it quite pleasant, "...well, it's too sad to call Ah Li, please call Rong'er..."

"..." Murong Li couldn't break free, and simply let Zhi Ming hold him.

He embraced seriously, after waking up for a while, he carefully looked at the eyebrows of the person in front of him through the night.His gaze followed the waterfall-like long hair, and Murongli's eyes were as cold as frost. His eyelashes were thick and slender. When he blinked, the eyelashes fluttered up and down, concealing the tiredness in his eyes.

Zhi Ming didn't dare to take a closer look, but boldly kissed her, and it burned into the corner of his eyes.As the two breathed, all the warm breath sprayed on each other.

"I won't lose you again."

Zhi Ming held his face in his hands, as if holding his own precious pearl.

The young emperor, who is usually powerful in all directions, is now like a cub looking for his way home, guarding his own side of the world and whimpering softly.

Murongli lowered his head and closed his eyes, he really couldn't figure out Zhiming, but he knew that he had to make up his mind this time.

While he was thinking, Zhi Ming carefully took out the blood jade hairpin from his sleeve pocket, replaced it for him, combed it carefully and looked at him with a smile: "I haven't seen it for many years."

"..." Murong Li was slightly surprised, and suddenly remembered the origin of the blood jade hairpin.

The twelfth lunar month of that year was the coldest season in Tianquan's history.The cold wind howled in the north, ice and snow caused disasters, and tens of thousands of people died of freezing.Even Tianquan, which has always been prosperous, was hit hard by this disaster.

Murong Li is not born weak, if there is no incident of falling into the water that year, it would not be difficult for him to practice martial arts and join the army with his aptitude.

But on that day, the two brothers lost their sense of proportion while playing, Murongli stumbled and fell into the water, after encountering Zhiming to save him, Murongli had already injured his bones.

The blood jade hairpin was originally worn by Zhi Ming, but Murong Lishui grabbed it when he was afraid.Everyone was busy sending him to see a doctor, and in a hurry, the hairpin remained in Murongli's hand.

"This king always thought...the person he saved that day was Ali..."

Zhi Ming said in a low voice, quite annoyed.Murong Li lowered his eyes and remained silent, not telling the truth behind.

After Murong Li was taken away that day, Zhi Ming grabbed a servant beside him and asked, "Who was the one who fell into the water just now?"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and after careful consideration, he confirmed: "Return to Your Highness, that is the young master Murong Li of the Murong Mansion."

Murong Li...Zhi Ming read it carefully, thinking that this name sounds really nice, and it matches that person.

After returning to the palace, Zhiming caught a cold and fell ill for several days.After waking up, he pestered his father and asked Murong Li to be his companion by name.

Murong De was ordered to enter the palace, and when he came back, he locked himself in the room overnight, and brought his younger brother into the palace the next day.Since then, on the genealogy, my name has changed from "Murong Li" to "Murong Li"...

Mind wandering, Murongli slowly raised his eyes to look at Zhiming, and suddenly asked softly: "If the king hadn't admitted his mistake back then, the king would have treated me as he did to A Li, would you?"

His voice was soft and soft, like the breeze and the moon, calm and calm, as if those things were just someone else's past.

"Yes." Zhi Ming replied firmly and earnestly, "It will be better, a thousand times better, ten thousand times better... I will make up for everything I owe you."

"Your Majesty, have you seen through your own heart?"

Young love, do you love the glimpse with Murongli at the beginning, or the company with Ali's bamboo horse?

"...Whether you admit your mistake or not, I am sure..." Zhi Ming stared at him with burning eyes.

"The person in your heart is the person in front of you."

This answer seems to have been waiting for too long.

Murong Li chuckled lightly: "I know..."

In the past, he only felt that living was too painful, and that this person was the only support he could not reach but was struggling to find.He also hated him very deeply, hated that he had obviously saved him, but caused him to lose his identity and name; hated that there was an extra figure in his eyes, but what he was thinking of was his younger brother.

Fortunately, neither he nor Ali is a stand-in for the other.

Making up his mind, Murongli said slowly, "Does what the king said a few days ago still count?"

"Ah."

Zhiming waited patiently for him to continue, only listening to him say, "Then let me go, Your Majesty..."

Between you and me, whether it is the entanglement of cause and effect, whether it is love or hatred, it just disappears.

Murongli lived too long for others, and wanted to live for himself the rest of the time.

Zhi Ming's hands holding him trembled slightly, and he couldn't help asking in a trembling voice:

"You still want to go?"