Chao Yu Jie

Wen Zhuo led the horse back to the mansion, and watched Yin Hecheng and his party leave, feeling as if his heart was full for some reason.

Under the setting sun, Yin Hecheng and his party drove away, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The world of mortals is blowing, the haze meets each other, and a heart doesn't know where to go, but it can't be realized.

It's no wonder Bai Letian wanted to say: It's heartbreaking to see it, so let's go and don't look back.

This sudden thought really startled Wen Zhuo, somehow he felt ashamed to see others, he just threw the rein into Bai Yi's hand casually, ignored Shuqin, and ran away in a hurry go into the house.The two of them stared at Wen Zhuo in a daze for a while, and then saw him running in without knowing why.

Wen Zhuo was already in a trance, and walked in on his own.

He was in a mess in his heart, he only felt that he was touching something he shouldn't be thinking, and on the other hand, he was driven by some reason to rush to figure out his own thoughts.

This kind of emotional experience is an inevitable experience in life for most people-this experience is embarrassing and disturbing, but it promotes people's growth.Maybe others will be more sensitive and more frank, and finally learn to face their own heart honestly, fade away their youthfulness, and walk towards their lover calmly.

However, when it came to Wenzhuo, it turned into a mess of mahjong and trapped him.He only felt that his mind was full of the shadow of that person at this time, dignified and serious, chic and wise, friendly and friendly, as if the pictures hooped himself into a miserable cocoon.

He couldn't help cursing himself for being stupid, he argued in his heart that he must have mixed up admiration and admiration, but his intuition repeatedly denied it, as if a person was torn in half at once, and each other for this The thought of tearing and fighting really made him at a loss.

He sat in a daze on the porch, but his expression was extremely embarrassed.

It happened to be met by Wen Fu.

Wen Chou also just came back from outside. Seeing him in such a dazed state, he couldn't help walking over and asking him, "A Zhuo, what's wrong with you? But you don't feel well?"

Wen Zhuo was fighting in his heart, and was suddenly called out by Wen Chou, and then he raised his head, seeing that it was his elder brother, he had no choice but to say nothing.

Wen Chou knew that he had learned how to ride a horse from King Luo today, and when he saw his dejected expression, he thought he was tired or had been trained.He used to take good care of his younger brother, so he said some kind words to comfort him, but he was afraid that he would get sick if he was sitting on the porch, so he dragged him into the main room.

This dinner tasted completely unfamiliar to his mouth, even Wen Shiyu couldn't look down on him, so he asked him several times.Poor Xiangyang Hou didn't know that his son was so depressed because he was yearning for His Royal Highness Luo and was too cowardly to admit it. He thought it was because he was unwell and almost invited a doctor.Fortunately, although Wen Zhuo was entangled, he could still maintain his normal mind. If he went to see a doctor because of this, it would be a lifelong shame.

He was absent-minded, and he stopped reading at night by candlelight. He hooked up with his subordinates, calculated his belongings, and lay down on the bed to doze off after washing up.

The voices of people outside gradually quieted down, and the scent of benzoin in the air made Wen Jue lose sleep.

The sense of shame seemed to be suddenly magnified in the darkness, covering Wen Zhuo and refusing to let go of it.

In fact, it is embarrassing to think about it. Anyone who died once and traveled to this strange era in less than a year actually fell in love with a man, and even changed his sexual orientation suddenly. Then what else in life can be trusted and stick to?It was this kind of psychological blow that Wen Zhuo couldn't breathe.

Wen Zhuo felt that he was a straight man, an ordinary person who couldn't be more traditional, who was thrown into the crowd and then disappeared into it.

Although Long Yangjun, Dong Xian, Han Zigao and the like would not make him scoff, they are also disgraceful and ridiculed. As men, they are submissive to others. For Wen Zhuo, these names are just a foil for the emperor, or A victim of the pursuit of power.

He never thought that one day he would fall into such a situation, or even worse than them.

Even though he fell in love with Yin Hecheng, he was as honorable and prominent as the King of Luo. Although the future contender for the throne was close to him, it was probably just to take advantage of the position of the Marquis of Xiangyang.

This sad emotion hit him thoroughly, as if he had become a flying insect stuck in a spider's web, helpless and desperate.