[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Chapter 30

Although the knock on the door was polite, the speaker was a little impatient, presumably he came here only for urgent matters.When Murongli opened the door, he saw that Aqiong, who had always been calm in dealing with things, was really anxious, and he felt a little uneasy, and asked, "What's wrong? But what happened to Zhiming?"

Arjun nodded quickly and replied, "Your Majesty is drinking alone on the balcony of the bedroom. He ordered that no one should come forward to disturb him, but now the snow is getting stronger and the night is getting darker. Except for the king, Arjun really doesn't know if there is anyone else in the palace." Who can persuade His Majesty."

Murong Li frowned, "It's fine, why is he drinking?"

Although Zhi Ming was addicted to alcohol when he arrived, he was not a drinker, not to mention drinking alone in the wind and snow near midnight, he didn't think that Zhi Ming was looking for elegant pleasure.

Sure enough, Arjun paused for a moment before saying with a calm expression, "Your Majesty is not to blame, today is Tai Fu's birthday."

The ink-colored pupils trembled, as dark as a night, and the past surged to the top of his heart, making Murongli's breathing disordered, and after a moment of stagnation, he said softly, "Got it, I'll go see him."

After Murong Li finished speaking, he was about to leave, but Aqiong grabbed him and said caringly, "The wind is howling and the snow is cold, the king should put on the fox fur before going..."

Murong Li wanted to say no need, but suddenly thought of something, so he let Aqiong go.

When Aqiong came to the bedroom, he glanced at Geng Chen from the corner of his eyes and froze for a moment, then landed on the shackles. Seeing the velvet fur on it, he couldn't help frowning. This velvet fur is also considered luxurious in workmanship, but it is not as good as the fox fur Nuan Nuan, thinking about it, knew that it must be someone from the Zhongshang Department who was deceiving others, but this is not the time for theory, Aqiong secretly made a note in his heart, and hurried away with his fur.

On the other side, Ah Qiong fastened the fleece for Murong Li, Murong Li leaned over and picked up Ah Qiong's palace lantern by himself, and said softly, "Ah Yu has been exposed to the wind and cold recently, and now he is feverish, you should go and see him."

Hearing that Ah Yu was ill, Ah Qiong also wanted to accompany him, but the night was dark and snowy, how could he let Murongli walk alone?

"You are just holding a lamp in front of me." Seeing his entanglement, Murongli comforted him, "Don't worry, I know this way."

Because Zhiming has been busy with government affairs recently, he has an injury in his right hand, and Arjun must be by his side, and he always refuses to come to find Youtai, so he may not have seen Ah Yu for a long time, so he is really worried. When Murongli said something, although Aqiong felt something was wrong, he couldn't resist what he wanted, so he thanked Murongli and went straight to Ayu's residence.

Murongli glanced at the sky, there were pieces of crystals unscrewing in the pitch blackness, lightly gathered the velvet fur and was about to leave, when he heard Geng Chen call out behind him, "Your subordinates follow the king."

Murongli turned his head back, and his tone softened a little, "You are also injured, go back to your room and have a good rest."

Gengchen knew that Murongli intended to go alone, so he couldn't be stubborn, so he had to remind Murongli to be careful on the road.

Murongli nodded, and was about to step out of the threshold, but suddenly stopped, turned his head and said to Geng Chen, "You are not allowed to hurt him again in the future."

Geng Chen stared blankly at Murong Li's figure disappearing into the dark night, and it took him a long time to recover, remembering the last words Zhi Ming said to him that night, and suddenly felt that there was a strange tacit understanding between the two.

Among the gorgeous palace lanterns, candles are flickering, and the people holding the palace lanterns are wearing plain furs, blending with the snow in the cold night.If it wasn't for walking in a hurry, it must have been a beautiful scene in front of this simple and elegant King Tianquan's bed.

From afar, Murong saw a figure pacing and looking at his back, and when he got closer, it was indeed Xiaopang. Following his line of sight, there was a person pouring himself a drink by the snow-covered stone table, surrounded by forbidden people. The guards waited at a distance, as Arjun said, no one dared to speak.

Murong Li patted Xiaopang on the shoulder, Xiaopang was so focused on Zhiming, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, startled, when he turned around and saw Murongli, his frowning brows instantly relaxed, and he said pleasantly, "Murong Guo Lord, you are here!" He looked behind Murongli again, and couldn't help wondering, "Where did Ah Qiong go?"

Murong Li didn't answer, but said softly, "You tell everyone to leave."

Fatty showed hesitation, looked at Zhiming in the distance, then at Murongli, finally nodded, "I see."

He softly called the surrounding palace people to come over, Xiaopang took a look at Murong Li, saw him nod his head, and led them away quietly.

Murongli sighed softly, and walked slowly to Zhiming's side.

The hand holding the pot paused, but did not stop, Zhi Ming did not raise his eyes, but just a little stagnant, he filled the glass with wine, then held the glass, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

Murongli put the palace lantern lightly on the stone table, raised his hand to gently wipe off the snowflakes on Zhi Ming's hair and clothes, seeing that he was only wearing ordinary clothes, he untied the tie of the fur, took off the fur, and covered him shoulder, and then sat down beside him, just looking at him quietly.

Zhi Ming was drinking alone, there was only a jug and a glass on the stone table, as if he didn't see anyone beside him, he poured another glass of wine and held the glass to drink.

Murong Li's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he stretched out his hand to grab Zhi Ming's hand holding the wine glass, took out the wine glass from it, drank the wine in the glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhi Ming's expression moved slightly, and he watched Murongli drink it up, then filled it up again, and drank it all in one gulp.

Like this, the third cup, the fourth cup... until the sixth cup, Zhi Ming finally came to his senses, reached out his hand to stop Murongli, he stared at Murongli in a daze, and when his eyes touched those bright eyes, he fell back to the wine glass on, without saying a word.

Murong Li said softly, "Drinking alone is boring, I will accompany you tonight."

A hint of sarcasm flashed across the corner of Zhi Ming's mouth, he smiled coldly, and suddenly pulled Murong Li over, sat him on his lap, grabbed the wine in his hand, drank it, then raised his hand to clasp the chin of the man in his arms, bowed his head and kissed...

Tianquan fine wine, with a strong fragrance, the intoxicating nectar is engulfed in the smell of wine, and the fragrance soaks into the throat with this kiss...

After drinking it all in one gulp, the lips stained with the aroma of the wine slowly left Murongli's lips, the tips of the noses touched, and the four eyes focused on each other, close at hand, one pair of clear and clear, one pair of charming and blurred.

Zhi Ming caressed Murongli's lips, there was still some wine stains on the corner of the thin lips, winding down, he leaned over to kiss and suck the wine stains, and teased, "Young man's A Li is so good-looking."

Just now there was a movement, the palace lantern fell to the ground, the wick ignited the bamboo bone paper, all the colorful paintings and carvings were burned, and only a smoky smell was mixed in the scent of wine.

Murongli looked at Zhiming calmly, and said softly, "It's a pity about this palace lantern."

Zhi Ming snorted softly, put it on Murong Li's lips, pecked it lightly, and jokingly said, "Ah Li can have as many palace lanterns as he wants, as long as Ah Li likes it." Zhi Ming looked into the depths of Murong Li's pupils, He murmured, "Whatever A Li wants, I will give it to you."

Zhiming's words are frivolous, his actions are frivolous, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, he is worthy of a playboy.

Murong Li looked deeply into Zhi Ming's eyes, without any anger, he just raised his hand to caress his face, carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes inch by inch, and then covered the pair of eyes that were once bright and pure like green jade, She said softly, "If you want to cry, just cry."

Zhi Ming was stunned, and pulled Mu Rongli's hand away with a light smile, with endless boredom in his eyes, "The widow is the co-lord, how can you cry?"

"You are the co-owner, but you are also Zhiming."

The eyelids were slightly closed, the domineering or cynical pupils were faintly red, and the water was faintly gleaming, and then the young emperor buried his head in the neck of the man in his arms.

Murong Li embraced Zhi Ming, raised his hand to gently caress his ink-like hair, he could feel his pain, every trembling that he restrained himself and every tear that soaked his clothes, he could empathize with him .

Zhi Ming, forgive me for not being able to save him for you.

The wind howling, the snow cold, and the fire in a room are not as gentle as your arms.

Gradually calming down, Zhiming said in a muffled voice, "If the Grand Tutor hadn't passed away, this year would be a rare occasion."

Memories surged, and the kind voice and smile appeared in front of my eyes, so vivid, as if they had never left.Zhi Ming couldn't help closing his eyes, hugged Murongli tightly, and buried his head in his neck and shoulders, until he felt the soothing caress on the back of his head, he found a sliver of peace, "It's rare since ancient times. Tai Tu will celebrate it well, Tai Tu... he has been busy with state affairs for many years, and he has never had a good rest."

Every choked sob from the person in his arms was like a thousand silver threads strangling Murongli's heart, he closed his eyes and sighed, and said softly, "Zhi Ming, be a virtuous king handed down from generation to generation."

"Is this the Taifu's wish? Or Ah Li's wish?" Zhi Ming asked, this road was not his wish, and he never liked the high place.

Murongli tightly wrapped Zhiming's arms, I know you really hate turbulence and treachery, and you are most afraid of being alone in the world of mortals, so...

"Zhi Ming, I will accompany you."

The hand holding Murongli tightened again, "A Li is becoming less and less like the former A Li."

Murongli bowed his head and remained silent, Zhiming moved his body slightly, leaned close to Murongli's ear, put his mouth on the crimson earlobe, and whispered softly, "Remember what you said, Ah Li is also the king of a country, you have no joke."

Flying in the sky, the flowers are as bright as jade, and there is a pair of people in the light cage.

The two leaned on each other in the snow, the red shirts dragged to the ground and the black robes hung down, and Zhi Ming talked a lot, saying that his father passed away early, and that the Taifu had been disciplined him since he was 13 years old.He also mentioned that the Taifu actually loved him very much. When his father was alive, whenever he wanted to teach him a lesson, he would always hide behind the Taifu. The Taifu had a high reputation, and his father had to give him face.After all, he was spoiled by the Taifu, "The Taifu must regret that he spoiled the widow so much that he was not doing his job properly."

"Teacher must be very proud to have a student like His Majesty."

Zhi Ming leaned against Murong Li's neck, smiled slightly, and gently closed his eyes.

Zhi Ming was finally drunk, Murong Li sighed softly, carefully supported Zhi Ming, got up from his lap, wrapped him in a fur coat, took a deep breath, and hugged Zhi Ming up.

The drunken man was heavy in his arms, Murong Li was afraid that he would slip and fall, so he walked very slowly step by step, but the person in his arms was obedient, he smacked his mouth, and put his arm around Murong Li's neck, Murong Li Li stared at Zhi Ming blankly, making sure that he was indeed asleep, and thought it was amused, "You're really cute."

Back in the bedroom, Murong Li gently placed Zhi Ming on the brocade couch, gently untied his belt, took off his snow-soaked robe for him, and pulled the brocade quilt to cover him, carefully He tucked in the quilt, and was about to get up, but the sleeves were grabbed, and the drunken person seemed to be uneasy in his dreams, "Father King" for a while, and "Teacher" for a while.

With a light tug, Murong Li pulled the sleeve robe out of Zhi Ming's hand, he got up and closed the window of the bedroom, and then extinguished the candle in the bedroom, the room was suddenly dark, only the copper stove glowed slightly .He walked to the side of the partition, put down the veil between the outer room and the bedroom, and then walked back to Zhiming's brocade couch, seeing the sleeping person frowning uneasy, a strange feeling filled his heart, Murongli understood clearly , This feeling is called "distressed".

The man who had lost his sleeve robe suddenly became uneasy, his brows were frowned, and he called in a low voice like a child, "A Li."

Xian Xiansu's hand stroked the man's frowning brows, and in the darkness, Murongli said softly, "Go to sleep, I told you to stay with you tonight, I won't leave."

"I won't go, I will be with you, I will always be with you."

The author has something to say:

This is one of my favorite chapters so far. I am also surprised that it turned out to be a warm plot when I was in a depressed mood. Maybe I am yearning for a beautiful scene.

It has been almost half a year since Zhiming attacked Yaoguang, and it will be longer if the two start to separate each other...

There is nothing unforgivable between the two of you (except for those that violate the principles), if you can't get over it, if you get separated, one of them must have let go...

Holding on to pulling and pulling, stumbling, nothing more, when I choose another path, I still want to take you by my side...

And after all, it's heart-to-heart...

[Answer to the little chrysanthemum class in the last chapter] Actually...it's very simple... When Ayu handed the tea to Lord Li, he said, "This tea is made of ginger slices. The Lord stood in the cold wind for a long time. Get rid of the cold, otherwise your majesty will be worried if the lord is sick." The key point lies in the sentence "otherwise the lord is sick, your majesty will be worried."

That's right, Master Li doesn't like ginger tea, and he will drink it up with restraint, just because he doesn't want Zhiming to worry.