Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

, the request in his heart retreated again and again, it seemed that as long as the emperor brother was willing to continue talking to him, he would be satisfied.

The author has something to say: He Zheng's line is more biased toward the ending of the main text, after all, it is the original world.

There will be a chapter later, the last chapter of the full text! !Honey Chicken Jelly

☆、He Zheng·Endless Chase

From then on, He Zheng didn't dare to be rash and frivolous to He Lang again, and carefully kept a distance from him, observing his words, for fear that his brows would have an unpleasant curvature, this cautiousness could be felt even by the palace people below.

Although Helang lost all love for him, he didn't hate him deeply. At least he was a sibling who grew up together. If he was in a good mood, he would still talk to He Zheng a few times. Even so, He Zheng didn't care complain.

Everyone said that His Majesty's temper was more than a little bit better, and he would no longer punish the palace people harshly on weekdays.

Helang knew that this was a good thing, but a casual compliment made He Zheng excited for a long time. Ever since he had no extravagant hope, a little tenderness seemed to be a hope. He stayed in Helang's room, even if he ignored himself, He also stared at the side face of him reading a book, muttering to himself.

"In the past, I always killed innocent people indiscriminately. I didn't pay attention to anyone, and I didn't believe in the so-called destiny and retribution, but since the emperor's brother came back, I felt that it was a gift from God. I know you don't like the way I used to be." That's why I want to be the gentleman and Emperor Ming that you admire every day."

Helang was distracted and nodded, as if he had really listened to his words. He Zheng's mood rose a little, and he carefully grabbed a corner of his clothes, "It's just that I'm also starting to be afraid that my past killings are really true. There will be retribution. Brother Huang is so good, there must be reincarnation, and I can only go to hell, maybe I will be wiped out..."

Helang withdrew his sleeves and listened to him as if he were a child, with sarcasm in his eyes, "Do you believe this?"

He Zheng was not afraid of his jokes, and finished in a deep voice stubbornly, "I am not afraid of going to hell, but I am only afraid that you will not be in hell. But what to do, I am reluctant to drag you to hell."

Helang was surprised by the change in He Zheng's personality, and was silent for a while because of what he said, "To me, this palace is already hell."

Inside this palace wall, there is prosperity, wealth, fine clothes and fine food. People outside the wall want to come in even if they break their heads, but those inside yearn for the unrestrained world, life is full of life, and people inside the wall look at the city. Sorrow arises from outside, but still can't get rid of the shackles.

He Zheng has been on the throne for ten years, and his ambitions have long faded. Among them, there are open and secret fights and intrigues. He doesn't know that the palace is a different kind of hell. He wants to leave, but he still has no courage. But if his brother is willing, he will be. own courage.

"Then... Brother Huang, would you like to leave this hell with me?"

He Zheng approached him and asked softly. As the lord of a country, his words obviously carried heavy weight, and it also represented his determination to never turn back.

It's just that Helang thought it was funny, why this person was resourceful and thoughtful before, but now he would ask him such improbable and naive words, he raised the corner of his mouth, and asked back: "What about the country you have worked so hard to win? Are you willing?"

At the end, a chuckle sounded, as sharp as a sharp knife.

He Zheng paused, his lips opened and closed, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't utter a word. The attitude of the emperor's brother made him feel very frustrated. Could it be that even if he was willing to give up the country and great power, he couldn't get the emperor's brother Half attention?

"You have been in power for ten years. It is too late to say you give up now. You are just tired of the palace and want to find some new fun with me." Helang turned a page of the book in his hand nonchalantly. Jin, no matter what he said, he couldn't listen.

There was a trace of sadness in He Zheng's eyes, but the emperor brother who trusted him a lot in the past no longer believed his words.

He used to think that if he climbed to the top, he would be able to control the world and obtain everything, but when he truly became an emperor, he realized that even so, he couldn't grasp the most important thing.

He Zheng's whole body seemed to be shrouded in haze, and the sadness on his body almost turned into reality, He Lang couldn't help frowning, "You disturbed my elegance in reading."

Looking at the row of books on the table, He Zheng took a deep breath, calmed down his fragile mood, and tried to integrate into Helang's world. He also leaned against him, picked up a book, and pretended to concentrate on reading.

Helang hesitated to speak, simply ignored him, and immersed himself in his own world. Seeing that he relaxed his guard, He Zheng quietly turned his head, stared at his side face, and carefully moved to his side, with his shoulder stick together.

The moment the two touched, He Zheng's heart suddenly settled down. He Lang didn't realize it, so he put his head on his shoulder even more vigorously, not daring to disturb his purity, and his tone was soft as if to Talk to yourself.

"Brother Huang used to love you as much as I look at you now, cautiously, full of expectations...Brother Huang, do you still remember that you used to have a box of letters to me and paintings from me in your room?...I will take care of them Preserve it and regard it as a treasure... When the emperor is willing to paint for me again, it will be a great blessing."

He Zheng counted Helang's thoughts for him in a low voice, regardless of whether Helang listened or not, it seemed that just saying that could give him a great sense of satisfaction, immersing himself in the world where the emperor's brother still had intentions for him in the past Here, as if the poor man's final self-hypnosis.

Helang listened to him rambling a lot, until his voice became hoarse, then he closed his mouth, leaned on his shoulder without saying a word, without any movement, Helang moved his body and felt the pain on his shoulder. A wet piece.

The tear-soaked cloth stuck to his skin, and the coldness reached his heart. Helang looked down at him, but he didn't say anything after all, only sighed softly.

"It's late at night, let's go back."

He Zheng's throat choked and he didn't move.

A soft veil fell on his face, accompanied by a sound of helplessness.

"The head of a country is so fragile? Petty. Let go, let's go." He Lang broke He Zheng's fingers that were tightly gripping his sleeve one by one, stood up and opened the door to send him out.

He Zheng has been arrogant since he was young, and He Lang thought that his repeated rejection and sarcasm would always make him give up in anger, but after heartbreaks over and over again, He Zheng did not reveal any intention of giving up, and his temper was not good. Afterwards, he gradually became introverted, accepting all of Helang's attitudes towards him, forgetting his frustration, and persistently dragging his exhausted body to look for him after morning morning the next day.

Helang also didn't expect that the resolute emperor would be patient and entangled with him meekly for so long, a few months would be enough, but this year, he was getting more and more courageous, Helang thought he was a A boring person, he no longer has any tenderness towards him at this time, he doesn't understand why He Zheng is still chasing after him.

"The emperor left the three thousand beauties not to cherish, and came to me, a big man, what to do all day long." Helang angrily threw the scroll into the arms of the person who wanted to cling to him.

He Zheng didn't change his face, he took the book and closed it for him, his eyes were burning, "There are three thousand weak waters, just take one scoop."

Helang snatched the book, turned away, and retorted calmly, "That scoop should also be your queen, not just me, your imperial brother."

He never asked about the situation of He Zheng's harem, but which emperor didn't hug left and right, with concubines in groups, almost without exception.

Thinking of this, Helang's eyes became colder, and he felt that it was time to ask him to leave every day.

Knowing what he meant, He Zheng felt like a stick in his throat, and explained dryly, "I don't have a queen... only you, and those concubines were also accepted by others. I don't even know what they look like. For 26 years, I have only Brother Huang."

Also, it's no wonder that Helang chatted with the palace people every day, but never heard them mention anything about the harem, just because everyone in the palace knew that there were very few concubines and no heirs, which was the first time in thousands of years.

Helang was silent for a while, and He Zheng immediately added, "I will order the expulsion of those concubines whom I have never met before, and send them back to their homes. Brother Emperor...do you think this is good?"

He used to fight every day, wields guns and sticks, learns literature and martial arts, and is not close to women. Since he succeeded to the throne, countless ministers have written letters asking him to fill the harem and spread branches and leaves for the royal family. Hearing such things, he would think of Brother Huang, feel depressed, unable to get up at all, even thinking, if Brother Huang really returns one day, will he be unhappy?

Huron paused for a moment, turned away, squinted at him, shook his head, and showed a distant expression again, "I can't bear it."

He Zheng pinched his sleeves, bowed his head in silence for a while, and didn't make much excuses, knowing that he didn't welcome him, so he left silently.

On the second day, there was an uproar in the palace. He Zheng dismissed all the harem, and the news that he would no longer accept concubines shocked the government and the public, which aroused the opposition of many veterans. In short, He Zheng turned a deaf ear to it and forcibly suppressed it with force. .

But this turmoil was not small, and even spread to Helang.

He Zheng's move made it clear that the royal family would have no successors, so everyone's eyes were on He Lang, the prince.

The new prince returned unexpectedly, and he has no wife or concubine in his thirties. Occasionally, he makes mysterious and eye-catching appearances. Many officials try their best to ask people to send news to the palace. daughter.

It was good at the beginning, but Helang couldn't refuse openly, which also led to more and more people. Helang was helpless. Looking at the portrait of the beauty sent, he gradually felt a little shaken in his heart, thinking about the possibility that He Zheng would give up when he got married. How old is his sex? If he gets married, will he be able to move to live in the prince's mansion?

As a prince with such a prominent status, it would be difficult for him to find another man as his partner in this life. At this time, marrying a like-minded woman with the same interests, and the two of them respect each other as guests and live together, seems to be a choice.

It's just that the news couldn't be hidden from He Zheng after all. When he broke into Helang's room and accidentally saw the uncollected portraits of the daughters, he immediately turned red and tore them up, bluntly saying that he would kill all these officials. Investigate and send to the frontier.

Helang rubbed his temples, handed him a cup of tea, and calmed him down.

"The ministers are doing it for my own good. I am nearly [-] years old and have not yet married. It is really hard to justify it. I can understand their painstaking efforts. Besides, it is also your reason. The He family will have no descendants. Make people not anxious?"

He Zheng's brows and eyes drooped, he gasped in grievance, his eyes were filled with shattered sadness, "I only want you, what can I do? Can the emperor be tolerant to me?"

His chest rose and fell violently, he held Helang's shoulders who were still calm, and asked nervously: "You agreed? You also want to marry the princess?" He gritted his teeth and spit out the last few words.

In my impression, He Zheng has always been calm and introverted, and he rarely showed such a furious look, but this time, his anger came very quickly.

Helang felt a sense of crisis, and the wavering thoughts just now disappeared, so he didn't answer him.

It's just that such silence also expressed affirmative meaning, He Zheng's figure shook a few times, stumbled back, and said angrily: "Okay! Okay!"

Staring at the back of him leaving angrily, Helang always felt uneasy in his heart. Even though He Zheng treated him meticulously these days and retreated every step of the way, he knew very well the violence and madness in He Zheng's bones. The favor and the blood stained on his hands have always reminded him that He Zheng is not such an easy person to change because of him.

At night, after Helang had fallen asleep, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open, and a figure emerged from the night, holding a jug of wine in his hand.

He Zheng's face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, he was watching the face of his beloved by the bed, his eyes were slightly warm, he drank the wine in his hand, and hugged the person on the bed as if he had strengthened his courage.

Feeling the weight on his body and the smell of alcohol coming from his body, Helang woke up with a start.

Although he was angry, because he was a drunk man, He Lang still held back a bit, and wanted to pick him up and ask the palace servants to send him back.

But the drunk person was as heavy as mud and uncontrollable with brute force. He turned over and pressed Helang under him again, and suddenly showed a smile, with a hoarse and sexy voice: "My lord, look at this princess! ?”

Without the confinement of reason, He Zheng had already done whatever he wanted, staring at Helang's pale lips, knowing how sad words would come out of those lips, so he didn't want to listen to his answer, so he kissed him regardless.

The wine in his mouth seemed to be reaching Heron's mouth too. The strong smell of alcohol infects Helang's brain and nerves. Coupled with the suppression of his body weight, Helang couldn't resist for a while, so that the two kissed. It lasted for a short time.

He Zheng buried his head and kissed He Lang's chest, and said vaguely: "I'm so sad, the emperor always ignores me... I don't want the emperor to marry, I don't want the emperor to belong to someone else... Oh, the emperor is My..."

The brain is chaotic, and all the memory fragments are randomly intertwined. Maybe Helang thought of the things in his childhood, and said shamelessly that he wanted the emperor to take him to play hide-and-seek, and take him to the imperial dining room to steal snacks.

Such childish ravings touched Helang's heart, and the hand that was about to push him away froze for a moment, and patted the top of his head gently instead.

Unknowingly, the clothes were messed up until they were all taken off, the skin was so close to each other, the scorching temperature came out of friction, and they were intimate.

When it was the last step, Helang suddenly started up, shook his head violently, and pushed the person away. Fortunately, He Zheng fell asleep drunk and was unable to continue pestering him.

This indulgence seemed like a fragment of a dream, but what was left in his mouth, the strong smell of alcohol belonging to He Zheng and the warmth of enthusiasm left on his body, all reminded Helang that he was the one who softened his heart, and he was the one who slackened up.

All the smell and temperature left on his body disappeared as quickly as the tide ebbed. Helang got up and lay down on the cold table thinking that maybe he was drunk too.

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The next day, when he woke up from the bed full of Helang's breath, He Zheng couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, his heart was full of honey, and the memories of last night flashed in his mind, all of which were the scenes of how the two embraced and kissed, repeated in his mind over and over again. Screened everywhere.

He just touched his side, but there was no trace of warmth. He Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately got up vigilantly. The whole room was empty, except for a letter on the table that was eye-catching. He staggered and threw himself on the table for a closer look.

But Helang only left a sentence: "From now on, the mountains and rivers will never meet each other, and don't ask about the strengths and weaknesses of the old people."

The joy just now was gone, He Zheng's complexion was pale, he searched all over the Changhuan Hall with bare feet, but there was no one there, and finally he was wearing unlined clothes, sitting in front of the threshold of the hall, lost in thought, as if he could wait until that person came back .

He thought that the emperor's brother was finally moved by his sincerity, but he didn't expect that in the end, the emperor's brother was only willing to leave him with a cold heart?

He Zheng smiled lightly, buried his face in his knees, and sobbed softly.

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Three months later, in a small courtyard in Yangzhou City.

Helang sat under the plane tree, playing with the leaves, leisurely.

After escaping from the imperial palace, he became a wild crane again, and he was not used to it without the daily gallantry of that man, but... really Just a little, and it's not hard to forget about it.

Just as Helang closed his eyes, planning to just take a nap, a black shadow appeared in front of him, blocking his sunlight.

The aura of the person coming was strong, it was impossible for him not to know who it was.

There was a trace of complexity in his heart, he was disgusted, angry, and afraid, and wanted this person to leave immediately, but he refused to admit that there was a trace of expectation in it.

Helang opened his eyes vigorously, but he didn't see the expected gloomy look. He only saw the person in front of him take off his dragon robe and only dressed in simple clothes. He looked like a refreshing young man with a bright light on his back, and finally squatted in front of him. Next, showing a natural smile, with a cheerful tone, "Lang, I miss you."

Helang paused, grasping the grass roots beside him, slightly surprised by the change in his body and title.

Regardless of his status and honor, He Zheng also sat on the root of the tree with him, nonchalantly said in a few words that he was going to abdicate, and despite everyone's obstruction, he came alone to find out a series of his experiences.

"Then what should I do about my He family's dynasty?" He Lang's face suddenly changed when he heard the word abdicate. He never expected that he would really make such a move. Are you willing to let it go?

He Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, felt the air around him, and said seriously: "If you don't believe me, I will give up the country for you, I will show you."

Helang clenched his fists and let out another long sigh. He had already figured it out in his heart, and he no longer wanted to be entangled in national affairs, so he just said under his breath, "When I first met you, you were only eight years old. Now that time flies, you I have known each other for 20 years..."

He Zheng nodded, slowly hooked his fingers and held them in his palms, but was thrown away by Helang with a glance.

"In the past ten years, I have devoted myself to admiration and cared for you, but you and I both know that there is nothing other than my wishful thinking... It's just that maybe you and I have never imagined that you will be so deeply in pain in the next ten years. Wait, you can't get what you want... Tell me, is this considered a trick of God's will?"

He Zheng bit his lips, took a deep breath, calmed down, stopped talking, and held up a small flowerpot in his hand, "Your favorite orchid is only found in the palace, I brought it specially, you Look? Stop talking about that... Please..."

He held the orchid in front of Helang, faced his scorching gaze, and begged softly, afraid that he would let him go again while he was talking.

Helang took the orchid flower and looked at it calmly, his complexion gradually softened, He Zheng felt relieved, and asked after thinking about it, "I haven't seen you smile for a long time, I want to see it again, is that okay?"

His request couldn't be easier. He Zheng is also a generation of emperors who can control the wind and rain, but it is hard to avoid being saddened to make such a prudent request.

Helang became ruthless, unwilling to answer him, and tore off a petal of the flower rather boredly, without looking at it any further, the person who was always smiling in the past could not be found in him.

"I used to smile at you countless times, including before I died, and I didn't see you caring... Now it's too late, I'm tired, and I don't want to laugh anymore." He curled his lips and returned the orchid to him.

"It's okay, don't laugh if you don't want to, I will do my best to make you happy in the future, we... will have a brighter future." He Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, even though the curve of his mouth never disappeared in front of Helang However, it only makes people feel deep sadness, as if he is not laughing, but crying.

Herron frowned, doubting his words.after?Is this person really planning to let him go in this life?When will this chase end?

A deep sense of exhaustion rose, and his words sounded with a sigh.

"No one in this world must be someone. If you let me go, you will also let yourself go... We are all too tired, let go."

That letting go seemed to be magnified several times, and it echoed repeatedly in He Zheng's mind, making him unable to maintain the smile on his mouth anymore, and the stubbornness in his bones was aroused again.

"But I'd rather not let myself go than let you go."

He Zheng's words were sonorous and forceful, he leaned in front of him recklessly, but he was not as rough as before, but gently embraced the arm of the person beside him, absorbing the breath of his body to survive, and willingly accepted his fate, " I accept all your good and bad, and I am willing to die. No matter how good you treated me in the past, I will only treat you better, as long as...you don't abandon me without saying a word. "

He took a few short breaths, as if the panic left in him when Herron left that day was still in his heart.

Without the pursuit of power and years of ambition, He Zheng at this time has regained the innocence of his childhood, and the aura of the emperor has been washed away from him. The boy I loved before.

Perhaps because he was sleepy, Helang didn't refute anymore, closed his eyes to rest, and there was an inconspicuous curvature at the corner of his mouth. Just when He Zheng thought he was asleep and didn't dare to disturb him, he heard a soft sentence. Enough to blow away with the wind "Follow You."

At this time, it was March in Yangchun, and the spring breeze blew, and the orchids between the two swayed.

And when the wind will stop, no one knows.