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I just feel from the bottom of my heart that everything I have done is absurd, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, why bother with a man, if I want to..."

"Young master, if you want, you can get anything and anyone, but you can't bear that person's sorrow." Shen Zhishu looked at him with the tenderness of his brother, and Zhao Zhen listened to him, but the entanglement in his heart couldn't be resolved. .

Just as he was talking, he saw a familiar figure coming towards Kaifeng Mansion, wearing emerald green clothes, as fresh as Hsinchu after rain.

Zhao Zhen was a little dazed for a moment.

"Master Shen, unexpectedly we met here." The man saw Shen Zhishu, but did not recognize the sixth son.

"Gongsun Gongzi, it is also destined."

Bao Zheng's master Bo Gongsun Ce.

"Who is this?" Gongsun Ce saw Zhao Zhen, who had met him once in the imperial city, and the scholar thought he was familiar, but couldn't remember for a while.Zhao Zhen said: "My son, the sixth son, is nothing more than a nobody."

Gongsun Ce nodded and said with a smile, "My lord is humble."

This smile is really so beautiful.

Gongsun Ce came to look for Bao Zheng. The adults in his family skipped work for a day without reason, and the cases piled up into two hills. At the same time that Zhan Zhao was not around, Master Bo had no choice but to arrest Bao himself. The three of them formed, and their destinations were the same. , Unfortunately, one person was lost in the end, and Zhu Xiaolian was the only one in the family.

"Gongsun Gongzi is working hard, I'm bothering you to urge him more." Zhu Xiaolian wanted to invite Gongsun Ce in for a cup of tea, but Master Bo firmly refused. If he delays any longer, the case file might become three mountains. Shen Zhishu proposed to send it When he went back, Gongsun Ce thanked him and agreed.

Seeing the two walking away gradually, Zhao Zhen murmured: "I never knew that Gongsun Ce is also a person with extraordinary temperament."

No one spoke for a long time, Zhao Zhen came back to his senses, and saw Zhu Xiaolian looking at him thoughtfully, wondering in his heart, he asked, "What do you think I am doing?"

Zhu Xiaolian looked away, and said respectfully: "Sixth Young Master is being suspicious."

Zhao Zhen didn't think much at the moment, took out the painting in his hand and handed it to Zhu Xiaolian, saying, "I brought the painting here, just to show you."

The scholar took it, and the two unfolded the scroll one by one, and the world on the paper gradually emerged.

A scholar with attractive features, his clothes are half uncovered, his jade body is leaning...

Zhu Xiaolian withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, his whole body trembled, his face became more and more ugly, and he looked at Zhao Zhen in disbelief: "You...in your eyes, is this what I look like?"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zhen held the painting in both hands, and actually looked at it carefully: "You look so emotional."

Zhu Xiaolian grabbed the painting and tore it in half with his hands.

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Zhen yelled angrily, he raised his hand to hit him, Zhu Xiaolian raised his head to look at him, his eyes were full of sadness, that look was so pitiful that Zhao Zhen couldn't do it.

"In your eyes, what is the difference between me and those who serve you..." Zhu Xiaolian shook his head, the soreness stuck in his throat, unable to spit out or swallow.

"I don't intend to humiliate you, why should you despise yourself." Zhao Zhen didn't understand why he was angry, his tone was cold, and he wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't let go.Hearing what he said, Zhu Xiaolian felt cold in his heart.

"You like my appearance, so you invited me into the palace to accompany you to do some careless things..." Zhu Xiaolian choked up, "If it were someone else, if what you met in Shen's residence was that unusually beautiful Gongsun Gongzi, what would you do? How, how is it different from me."

How do you see me differently from others.

Zhao Zhen couldn't answer.

13 ~ 15

(thirteen)

"You go back, you don't have to come here again." Zhu Xiaolian said this, turned around and was about to leave, Zhao Zhen was stunned, not knowing how to persuade him to stay.

Suddenly, the scholar who had already walked a few steps turned around suddenly and shouted, "Bastard!"

When Zhao Zhen realized it, the scholar's shoe had already hit his forehead.

Such a familiar picture.

The anger in Zhao Zhen's heart surged uncontrollably, he felt tired and embarrassed, this was the feeling Zhu Xiaolian brought to him, being offended, rejected, being led away, that was the feeling he hated the most in his life.

The scholar is still trying his best to curse the ugly words he has learned in his life, and the worst thing is that he is nothing more than a bastard, showing off his teeth and claws with one bare foot, pretending to be some kind of hero.Zhao Zhen got angry when he saw it, he chased after him and lifted him up by the waist, the scholar screamed: "Let me go!"

Zhao Zhen walked towards the bedroom with the man in his arms.

"Do you get into heat when you get hit by a shoe? You! Let me go! Help!" The scholar screamed miserably, and Zhao Zhen sneered: "If you want others to see you like this, you can scream louder."

Sure enough, Zhu Xiaolian stopped making a sound, and only struggled hard, which made Zhao Zhen even more annoyed. He pushed the person onto the bed, and the scholar threw himself on the bed face down, kicking his shoeless feet desperately, and Zhao Zhen caught him. Pushing against the popliteal fossa, the pain was so numb that he immediately lost the strength to resist.

"Don't touch me!" Zhu Xiaolian lay on the bed, grabbed the quilt under him with both hands, and buried his face in it.

"You are really annoying." Zhao Zhen sat on his lap, looking at his miserable appearance, he was not as angry as he was at the beginning, and he regretted the coercion he had done, but he just wanted to scare him he.

Zhao Zhen grabbed the scholar's clothes and pulled them up to his neck, revealing his smooth and fair back, which has not experienced wind and frost, like lotus leaves in the rain and dew. Zhao Zhen wanted to say a few more threatening words in a cold voice, but suddenly felt that the people under him reacted somewhat It was too quiet, and he turned the person over carefully. The scholar covered his face with his arms, his chest heaved violently, and tears flowed down his fingers.

Zhao Zhen was a little dumbfounded.

"Xiaolian..." Zhao Zhen lowered his voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Only then did the crying gradually change from small to loud, sobbing as if he was about to die, Zhao Zhen wanted to catch his tears with his hands in a panic, but unexpectedly there were more and more, as if the embankment had burst.

"Please, don't touch me..." Zhu Xiaolian kept repeating this sentence, "Don't make me feel so miserable."

The small wound in Zhao Zhen's heart opened little by little, and the pain was terribly painful. It was this feeling, and only Zhu Xiaolian could bring him this wonderful feeling.

It was a living feeling.

"Xiaolian, I like you."

"Shut up, I don't believe it, I don't want to hear it." The scholar sobbed.

"I like you."

Zhao Zhen said this sentence three times, and then he sighed softly, as if admitting defeat: "I like you, is that okay?"

The two fell silent, only the sound of Zhu Xiaolian sobbing in the room, Zhao Zhen was waiting for him.

Suddenly, the sword was clanging beside his ear, and Zhao Zhen's hair stood on his head. His instinct made him dodge to the right, and the iron sword pierced against his ear.

"You shameless people!" The angry voice was almost unstoppable, Zhao Zhen turned his head and saw a familiar person.

"Your Majesty?" The man obviously didn't expect it to be him, and immediately became even more angry after being stunned, "The king of a country has done such a shameless thing! I, Li Mu, don't bother to work for you and other scoundrels."

Zhao Zhen looked at him coldly, but did not make any excuses: "Oh? What can you do?"

Zhu Xiaolian pulled down his clothes in a panic, tears were still flowing, he had also forgotten that Li Mu was now under the same roof as them, but at this moment, he was not allowed to be ashamed, Li Mu seemed to really want to do something to Zhao Zhen.

"Li Mu, you put down your sword, what's the matter?" Zhu Xiaolian stood in front of Zhao Zhen, fearing that Li Mu would be impulsive.

"This bastard wants to humiliate you, big brother, why do you protect him! I, Li Mu, am not afraid that he is the emperor!" No matter how many people like Li Mu admit death, he wants to pull Zhu Xiaolian away from Zhao Zhen to confront Zhao Zhen. Covering Zhao Zhen with both arms, he cursed: "You are not allowed to touch him, we were just kidding around, where is the coercion coming from!"

"Brother, you..."

"Get out! Get out!" Zhu Xiaolian pushed Li Mu out of the door and closed the door with the red lacquer frame firmly.

His head was on the door, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

He never thought that his self-esteem would be so despised.

Zhu Xiaolian cried until his body trembled, the man hugged him from behind.

Like that nightmare.

The words of apology flowed between his lips and teeth several times but he couldn't say it, and he didn't know how to say it.

Finally, the little emperor whispered in his ear: "Let me draw a new picture for you, okay?"

(fourteen)

Pang Tong hadn't been to Kaifeng mansion for a long time, and he seldom came here, but this time it took a longer time.

"Gongsun Gongzi came to look for you." Zhu Xiaolian talked about today's affairs while serving tea to the two of them, but Bao Zheng didn't reach out to pick it up and didn't speak, his eyes kept staring at Zhu Xiaolian's downcast face.

"Young master..." Pang Tong likes to tease him, perhaps because he has the most imaginable personality of Bao Zheng among his brothers, but before he could speak half of his words, Zhu Xiaolian said coldly, "Don't bother me."

Instead of being angry, Pang Tong smiled, turned to Bao Zheng and said, "Hey, look, this little tantrum is really interesting."

Bao Zheng looked at him helplessly.

Pang Tong made an inch of progress, and moved his hands and feet, pulled Zhu Xiaolian's sleeve with gentle strength and pulled him to the chair beside him, and continued: "I don't think the general is so ugly, why does the young master see you every time?" It’s like seeing a fly or a mouse when I see it?”

Zhu Xiaolian raised his head, his eyes were very red and swollen, he looked like he had cried, but his face was full of looks of wanting to compete with Pang Tong, and he said back: "The general's words are wrong, everyone's eyes are different, I'd rather watch the fly Mosquitoes."

The implication is that you can't even catch up with a fly or a mouse in my eyes.

"That's right." Pang Tong laughed happily, "It turns out that Young Master likes flies and mice, no wonder."

"What's the reason?"

"No wonder no one cares about being so pitiful. Flies and mice don't understand." Pang Tong suddenly approached his face and whispered: "Even I feel distressed."

Zhu Xiaolian