The Way of the Consort

But Ji Zhao became more and more exaggerated as he thought about it.

It was the first time he fell in love with someone, and Zong Zhen was too kind to him. He was so pure-minded that he almost never had a chance to think wildly.

At this time, he finally started to think wildly. Thinking of his previous life, there were all kinds of love and hatred on the social news every day.Have you ever seen Pig Run or eaten pork?

It is said that when a person's attitude suddenly changes, it means that he doesn't like you anymore!

Ji Zhao thought about it carefully, they hadn't seen each other for several days, and Zong Zhen didn't miss him, nor did he send anyone to ask him.He was preoccupied with Liu Rui's affairs, so he didn't have time to think about this.

Thinking about it now, the more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

Has Zong Zhen changed his mind?

Who did Zong Zhen like?

who's that person? !

The more Ji Zhao thought about it, the more he cried. He thought, he's going to kill that person!

But he thought again, is it because his temper is getting worse and Zong Zhen is getting tired of dealing with him?

That's right, there is a time limit for passionate love, maybe Zong Zhen is tired of it?

What should he do?He has this temperament, it is because he likes a person that he will truly face this person.

Does he want to change it?How should he change it?

The more Ji Zhao thought about it, the more desperate he became. For a while, he wanted to kill someone, and for a while, he wanted to change his mind and start a new life. His tears soaked the quilt as if he didn't want money.He buried himself in the quilt and cried sadly, wrapped his arms around himself, and curled up into a ball.

Zong Zhen opened the curtain and saw Ji Zhao hiding in a small ball under the quilt.

He had already heard Ji Zhao's cry, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Since the day he understood his intentions and connected with Ji Zhao, didn't he swear that he would make Ji Zhao happy forever?

What the hell is he doing?

How could he let Ji Zhao cry quietly here?

Zongzhen bent down, lifted the quilt, and dug Ji Zhao, who was dripping with tears, out of the quilt. Ji Zhao was crying so hard, when suddenly the quilt was gone. He looked back blankly and saw that it was Zongzhen. Weeping quietly, he burst into tears immediately. He avoided Zong Zhen, shrank into the bed, and hugged another quilt.

Zong Zhen climbed onto the bed, knelt on the bed, and reached out to catch him again.

"Woooooo..." Ji Zhao hugged the quilt tightly, unwilling to be touched by him.

Zong Zhen felt numb, and said softly: "It's all my fault, don't cry, stop crying, it's all my fault..."

Ji Zhao clamped the quilt between his legs and cried louder. Zong Zhen leaned over and wiped his tears with his hand: "My dear, stop crying. It's all my fault. Hit me, okay? Stop crying..."

Hearing Zong Zhen call him "good boy", Ji Zhao was particularly desperate. He was immersed in his own tragic fantasy, and he cried, "Don't call me that!"

Zongzhen went to catch him again, wanting to hold him in his arms. Ji Zhao hugged the pillar at the head of the bed again, refusing to let go, crying and saying, "Don't touch me! You should touch someone else! Don't touch me!" Me! Woooooooo...I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him! Woohoo!"

Zong Zhen was distressed and helpless: "Who are you going to kill?"

"I'm going to kill that person! Woooooo..."

Zongzhen sighed: "Okay, kill me, kill me, okay? If you kill me, I won't be angry, as long as you don't cry, okay?"

"I don't want to kill you! I want to kill that person!"

Zong Zhen approached him, stretched out his hand to break his arm, and coaxed softly: "Ok, go and kill that person."

Ji Zhao collapsed, looked back at him, and cried in despair: "There really is that person?! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Tears kept falling, Zong Zhen sighed again, he didn't know anything!

Ji Zhao fought hard and refused to let him touch him again. Zong Zhen had no choice but to press him hard on the bed, lowered his head to kiss his face, sucked his tears away bit by bit, kissed his face, and touched his face with his hands. Pinch his earlobe comfortingly, and said softly: "I was wrong, I was wrong, you hit me and scolded me, stop crying, stop crying, can I kneel down for you? Look, I'm kneeling..."

Ji Zhao wanted to resist at first, but now he was bored.

He closed his eyes and continued to cry: "I don't want to watch it! You don't like me anymore, you think I'm annoying, and if you think I'm annoying, just say it! I'll go! I'll go!"

Zong Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thanks to him being depressed in the study for so long.

They didn't think of the same thing at all!

Zong Zhen kissed him again: "You want to go, where are you going? You are gone, what should I do?"

"You are the prince anyway, many people like you, woo woo woo..."

"But I only like you." Zong Zhen kissed his closed eyes and said softly.

Ji Zhao's eyelashes trembled and opened slowly, looking at Zong Zhen who was close at hand.

"I only love you..." Zong Zhen said again.

Ji Zhao's eyes widened, his mouth was pursed, and tears still fell down.

Zong Zhen laughed out loud, kissed Ji Zhao's aggrieved little mouth lovingly, and said again: "I really don't want to cry anymore, just listen to me tell you a story, okay?"

Ji Zhao continued to pout, and asked him, "What story..."

"This story is a bit long to tell. You may not like to hear it. Let me tell you quickly, okay?"

Ji Zhao felt aggrieved and said, "Okay..."

Zongzhen sat up, leaned on the bed, hugged Ji Zhao in his arms, looked at the foot of the bed, and began to tell the story: "Once upon a time there was a man who was born a prince. His father told him since he was a child that they were born They must be responsible to the whole world and all peoples. They must treat everyone with kindness. This prince has indeed done so. He has done many things that he thinks are right. For example, he chose a man he thought was the best for his sister. Her husband, for example, he gave this man enough power, he thought it was compensation, for another example, he reused courtiers, he thought that courtiers would help him treat the people well..."

Zong Zhen slowly talked about the long dusty life, and Ji Zhao listened more seriously, and asked him in a low voice, "What happened next?"

"Later, he discovered that the man was not suitable for his sister at all. He also discovered that the man never regarded him as a friend at all, and his courtiers even regarded him as a fool."

Ji Zhao said "ah", and said distressedly: "Then is he very sad?"

"Yes, he was sad, he was angry, and he blamed himself, but it was too late."

"why?"

"Because he died..." Zong Zhen continued to look at the corner of the bed, and said in a very calm tone, "On his 33rd birthday, he died at the hands of his best friend."

"..." Ji Zhao was a little cold, he stuck closer to him, and asked, "Where's that friend of his?"

"He killed that prince, tortured that princess to death, and became the new emperor."

"Then, does he hate him..."

Zong Zhen smiled: "At first, he hated it. Later, he gradually realized that the one who is really worth hating is himself. It is he who cannot recognize people clearly, it is he who is blind and arrogant, and it is he who is ashamed of the country."

"And then..."

"Later, when the prince woke up, he went back to the day after his sister got married."

"After that..."

"Later, the prince found out that he fell in love with that person, but he also suddenly discovered that that person might have just woke up from a dream, and he was very scared. He was not afraid that that person would kill him again, he was afraid That person never actually loved him."

Ji Zhao hugged him even tighter, without saying a word, Zong Zhen's hand also hugged him tightly.

Only then did Ji Zhao feel the heat enveloping his whole body again, his teeth trembled a little, and he said, "I'll tell you a story too, okay?"

"it is good……"

"Once upon a time there was a child who was the pride of the whole family when he was born. His parents, that is, his parents, thought he was the cutest and smartest baby in the world, so they named him Ji Zhao. The name belongs to the ancestors in the family. His family thinks he deserves it, and he really lives up to it. When he was eight years old, he started to study high school courses, and when he was ten years old, he took the math test paper for the college entrance examination, and he got a perfect score.

You may not quite understand the meaning of these words, that Ji Zhao, he came from another world, very different from here.There is no emperor, no prince, no princess, everyone is equal there, everyone can go to school there, but everyone there is also very lonely.

Especially him, Ji Zhao.He has been in poor health since he was born, and has been lying on the hospital bed, living in a sterile world. He has no friends, he has not gone to school, and he can only get in touch with the outside world through TV and computers. He lives alone. He lived until he was 16 years old when he died on the hospital bed. "

Speaking of this, Ji Zhao broke down in tears again, thinking of countless scenes in his previous life.

However, Zong Zhen was a little distracted, until he heard his cry, he hugged Ji Zhao tighter, kissed his cheek, and said softly: "If you don't like it, then don't say it."

Ji Zhao shook his head and continued: "After his death, someone asked him what his wish was. It was at that time that he realized that it was true that the Ji family was blessed by gods.

What is his wish?He just wants to live a healthy and happy life once.

Then, he woke up again, he was Ji Zhao, but he was no longer Ji Zhao. "

"Zhao Zhao..."

Ji Zhao couldn't continue talking, Zong Zhen pulled up the quilt, wrapped him up, and hugged him tightly.

Ji Zhao cried and said, "He always dreamed of the scene before his death. He floated in the air and looked at himself in the pale ward. He even heard the sound of the machine beeping. It was really, really scary. . "

Ji Zhao was trembling all over, Zong Zhen hugged him, and kept rubbing his back comfortingly, while rubbing, softly said: "It's over, it's all in the past, it's all in the past..."

Ji Zhao curled up in Zong Zhen's arms like a child, still trembling.

Zong Zhen reached into his clothes to comfort him even closer.

Ji Zhao reached out and groped, grabbed his shoulders, raised his head, closed his eyes and kissed Zong Zhen's face indiscriminately, and asked him, "Brother, if I wake up, all this is really a dream of mine..."

"Will not……"

"I am afraid……"

"I promise……"

"I am afraid……"

Zong Zhen blamed himself even more. He already fully understood the general situation, even though he could not understand many words in the world Ji Zhao described for the time being.He regretted it very much at this time, why should he bring it up again?He can stand it, but Ji Zhao can't.

He hugged Ji Zhao up, put him in his arms, kissed his face, kissed his neck... all over his body, and finally covered them both with a quilt, using the most primitive behavior to comfort Ji Zhao's pain fear.

After several tosses, nearly two hours had passed, and Ji Zhao was so tired that he fell asleep.

He asked someone to bring a new quilt, wrapped Ji Zhao in his arms with the quilt, waited for the messy bed to be cleaned up, and then put Ji Zhao into the soft quilt again, Ji Zhao's face was still stained with tears.

Zong Zhen knelt on the bed with his face propped on the bed, looking at Ji Zhao's sleeping face.

Two people like them met and fell in love in this way.

This is the treasure God gave him.

Zong Zhen raised his arms and gently placed a kiss on Ji Zhao's brow.

The sleeping Ji Zhao muttered dissatisfiedly, Zong Zhen raised the corners of his mouth, and kissed him on the face a few more times, then continued to kneel on the bed and watch the sleeping Ji Zhao for a whole night.