[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Chapter 15

The nimble soft tongue slid across Murongli's palate forcefully, but a numb feeling came from the bottom of his heart, like a mandala emitting a deadly fragrance in the dark night, so what if he drowned in it.

Zhi Ming held Murong Li between his arms, and pushed the shackle behind him with all his strength.Murong Li staggered, almost falling with the falling shackles.Zhi Ming hugged him by the waist, rubbed his lips against his and murmured, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

Murongli broke away slightly, looked at Zhi Ming and frowned and insisted, "Change clothes!"

Ali was really angry.

But Zhi Ming was very happy.

Leaning closer to Murongli, Zhi Ming gently bit his earlobe, "Ah Yu is not here, you serve me tonight."

Murongli was already used to Zhiming's various teasing, so he moved his arm, and Zhiming let him go cooperatively.

Murongli turned his head and looked at the tunic that fell to the ground with the shackles, he was speechless, although Ayu diligently cleaned the floor every day, but for the Lord of the World to wear the tunic that fell on the ground It also seems very inappropriate.Murongli had no choice but to open the sandalwood cabinet, took out a set of underwear, put it on the couch, and said to Zhiming, "Come here."

Zhi Ming smiled, walked in front of Murong Li quite obediently, spread his arms sideways, "Ah Li, whatever you want."

Murongli didn't even look at Zhiming, stood up, took out the brocade handkerchief he was carrying in his arms, and wiped the water drops on Zhiming's face.

On the forehead, eyebrows, temples... all were gently brushed by the silky silk brocade.

Zhi Ming looked at the handsome face who was close at hand, the man didn't smile, but his eyes were full of seriousness, seriousness and gentleness.

He liked Murongli's eyes very much, since the first time he saw him.

That year, the night breeze was cool, mixed with the unique aroma of Mofu wine and the noisy laughter of the guests.

He was just Mo Lan's doorman, standing humbly beside Mo Lan.At that time, he probably had experienced the heat and cold of exile, and knew how to restrain his sharpness, but in those cold eyes, Zhi Ming saw disdain and arrogance, Murongli would not be crushed by others, he was just like him A bamboo flute is like a pipe, if you want to break it, you must die first.

However, he was reluctant.

Zhi Ming didn't know if Murong Li knew about it, maybe he could see how smart his Ah Li was.

It was Mo Lan who found Murong Li for him, and the person in front of him was what Mo Lan wanted to dedicate to him.

Mo Lan knew that Murongli must not be simple, he brought Murongli back to Tianquan all the way, out of heart-to-heart sympathy, and on the other hand, he believed that this person could assist Zhiming, and this point, Zhiming Of course I know.

He knew that Mo Lan had cherished talents, when he let Murongli enter the palace, Mo Lan had hesitated, although it was fleeting, he couldn't escape his eyes.

Why did Murongli come so simply in the end? When he asked him for Jiacheng County for Mo Lan, he more or less guessed one or two, hesitated again and again, he agreed, and that was the first meeting between him and Murongli. confrontation.

Let him go the first time, I don't know if it was the beginning, he has already lost.

Thinking about it, he really has the talent to be a foolish king.

Murongli's hand was suddenly grabbed, and he looked up at Zhiming with questioning eyes.

Zhi Ming approached Murongli lightly, and pressed a kiss on those eyes that he had loved for a long time.

Those cold eyes flickered slightly, but Zhi Ming didn't allow him to dodge, he put his hand on the back of Murongli's head, he was the most gentle and domineering.

The kiss slipped from the eyes to the tip of the nose, and the white teeth lightly brushed across the nose, bringing a slightly itchy and tingling feeling...

In fact, Murong Li really didn't know how to deal with such Zhiming, he knew that Zhiming didn't intend to humiliate him, and he also knew that he couldn't push away the person in front of him, did he want to fight him?That's even more impossible...

Suddenly, the lips were wrapped in warmth and moisture.

The hand on Zhi Ming's waist tightened slightly, and Murong Li lost his breath.

If Zhiming wants to... what should he do tonight?

Between lips and teeth, Murongli's voice came vaguely, "Change... clothes."

Zhiming felt angry and funny, "Ah Li is really stubborn."

Murong Li was still wrapped around Zhi Ming's arms, he lowered his head and didn't look at Zhi Ming, he just took advantage of the moment when someone was finally willing to stop, and reached out to touch his belt.

Zhi Ming was wearing normal clothes tonight, which was much simpler than the layers of court clothes, but Murong Li went around and pulled it around, and didn't even untie the outermost layer of the waistband.

The busy hands were suddenly covered by a pair of warm hands, "A Li... don't be afraid."

Murongli suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhiming, his eyes were clear, he suddenly realized what he was panicking about before... he was really...

Zhi Ming smiled, let go of Murongli's hand, turned around and untied his belt, and took off his already drenched black robe.The Xuanpao was soaked in water and became a lot heavier, Zhi Ming casually threw it on the round stool beside him.

Murongli looked at Zhi Ming, who lowered his head and fiddled with his clothes, that slightly arched back, like the arms around him, touched his heart gently.

Zhi Ming took off his shirt, twisted it casually, and a puddle of water dripped into the bedroom.

That umbrella is simply a decoration for the rain tonight. Zhiming came with an umbrella, and it is not much different from not having an umbrella. He almost walked all the way from his bedroom in the rain, and there was a section of the straight road. The distance, the road to the palace still has nine twists and eighteen bends. For a moment, Zhiming really wanted to tear down the Luanfeng Terrace, Chasing Cloud Terrace and so on...

While he was wandering in thought, there was a sudden cool feeling on the side of his arm, his fingers were like jade, it was Murongli's hand.

Zhi Ming was stunned, where Murong Li's hand brushed lightly, Zhi Ming knew that there was an arrow wound there.

Zhi Ming could feel Murongli's hands trembling slightly, the hands holding the king's seal, stirring up the situation, and rebuilding a perishing country, were trembling slightly now.

The moment Zhi Ming took off his shirt, Murong Li's heart was stabbed hard, and then the pain, like a roaring flood, was stuck in his chest, and he knew the pain better than Zhi Ming. How did you get here...

He calculated that Zhi Ming would not just sit idly by when he was missing, but what he couldn't calculate was that Zhi Ming cared so much for him. If he hadn't dragged him into the chaos with his own hands, General Wei wouldn't have died. If there is an opportunity to openly rebel, if he goes one step later on that day, will Zhiming just...

But Zhiming didn't know all of this...

"Zhiming, I'm sorry."

The trembling breath fell softly on Zhi Ming's ears, but Zhi Ming's heart was shocked, and he turned around abruptly to avoid Murong Li.

Zhi Ming turned his eyes away, he couldn't tell if he didn't want to look at Murong Li or he didn't want Murong Li to see the panic in his eyes at this moment, "A Li, you...don't have to do this."

Murong Li laughed at himself and didn't say any more.

Zhi Ming finally couldn't help looking at Murongli, in the dim and flickering candlelight, he stood with his head bowed, his thin and thin appearance made people feel distressed.

Zhiming approached him, raised his face, the dull pain in those eyes also touched Zhiming's heart, "Didn't Ah Li save the king?"

Murong felt a pain in his heart, he turned his eyes away, and the teeth biting his lower lip couldn't help trembling slightly.

Zhi Ming leaned over and kissed Murongli's lips, gently pried open the white teeth that were pressing on the soft lips, and murmured softly, "If I bite you, I will feel sorry for you."

Murong Li gently avoided his intimacy, "Why does Your Majesty call himself the King?"

Zhi Ming was silent for a while, and said with a smile, "Isn't it good? Ah Li is only my king's Ah Li, and this king is also Ah Li's king. Ah Li...don't you like to call me the king?"

It's not that he didn't discover it, even though Murong Li has become the king of a country, he still calls him the king from time to time.

At that time, when Zhiming realized this, he suddenly felt that being a "king" is a very good thing.

But after all, you are already "Your Majesty", the His Majesty of the entire Zhongyuan.

Murong Li thought this way, but didn't say it out loud.

He didn't want to disappoint Zhiming anymore, if this was what he was looking forward to, a dream in the world of mortals, a prosperous three thousand, it would be fine if he played with him one by one.

After several times of intimacy, Murongli's clothes were also soaked in water, Zhi Ming was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he stretched out his hand to untie the tie for him, and took off the outer clothes.

Murongli quietly let him move, Zhiming knew that his heart must be tightly restrained, so he stopped teasing him, took the jacket seriously, and handed it to him, "Change the rest yourself."

After speaking, Zhi Ming took another set of jacket, turned his back and went to the outer room.

Murongli was a little embarrassed for a while, since he is a man, there is no need to be so shy, but now he is made to look like a big girl, but if Zhi Ming is really allowed to stand here and watch him change clothes, he would be really awkward.

This matter was destined to be entangled and unsolvable from the moment Zhi Ming made his mind clear.

After Murong Li changed his clothes, he saw Zhi Ming walking in.He stared blankly at Zhi Ming walking towards him, a little puzzled, and a little flustered that he seemed to understand.

Zhi Ming stopped in front of Murong Li, and hugged him into his arms, "Don't move."

Murong Li was resting on Zhi Ming's chest, the person hugging him was not wearing a shirt, because it was raining, his skin was slightly cool with a chill, but under the cold, there was faint bursts of warmth, It felt reassuring for no reason.

He has never been so close to Zhi Ming.

"Zhiming."

Being hugged like this for a long time, Murongli finally couldn't help but call him in a low voice, it's late autumn now, he was worried that Zhiming would catch a cold.

Zhi Ming's chin stroked the fine black hair on Murongli's forehead, he tightened his arms, hugged Murongli horizontally, moved him to the inside of the brocade couch, and then lay down on the outside.

Jin was softly covering the two of them, Zhi Ming stretched out his hand to pull Murong Li into his arms, buried his chin in the crescent of his neck, and said in a sleepy voice, "A Li, go to sleep."

Murong Li didn't know what to say, the rain had stopped at some point, everything was still, and he lay in Zhi Ming's arms, he could clearly hear his heartbeat, so powerful.

Zhi Ming spoke with a tired voice, "Don't be afraid, Ah Li, this king will never humiliate Ah Li."

Murongli closed his eyes, the only way to cover up the pain that flowed through his heart.

Since you hate him and don't believe him, why should you be so gentle to him?

The author has something to say:

I think this chapter is the most heartwarming so far~~~~ Zhiming is black-bellied, but no matter how many misunderstandings he has with Lord Li, subconsciously he will always be unbearable towards him, just like Zhiming himself said "Only It is ridiculous to have this king, always forgetting for you that this king is also the king of a country with the right to heaven."