Act like a spoiled child

Although his request was a bit strange, Ouyang Xizhao still agreed.

Yumin wants to come to Ouyang's house, it is said that it is as a compliment for him to revive Yunlong, and listen to the report of the local governor.Ouyang's house quickly arranged the hall and Yumin's bedroom when the time came, and waited nervously and anxiously for Yumin Shengjia.

Ming Shen stayed in his bedroom on the third floor, looking out of the courtyard all day long.Early in the morning, Ouyang Xizhao had already gone out with his wife and children. He heard that he would pick him up first, and accompanied Yumin to the shipyard to have a look. He didn't know when he would come back.

In early summer, he was wearing a cool white silk shirt, but because of his anxiety and nervousness, he broke into a cold sweat.Wiping the palm of his hand came again, and finally his heartbeat was so fast that he felt a little dizzy, and then he remembered that he forgot to eat breakfast, so he went to the back kitchen to ask the busy servants for a cup of shredded ginger Old duck soup, take it back to the room and drink slowly.

After drinking a little, he felt a little calmer in his heart, and went back to the window to continue looking. Maybe he stared at the gate of the courtyard for too long, but somehow dozed off for a while.

He was awakened by a furry thing.

He opened his eyes and saw that there was a white ball of fur on his hand at some point, and then rubbed his eyes for a closer look, and found that it was a chubby little white bird, flapping its wings, staring at him with vigor, Xiaodou's eyes were black. slippery.

"... Where did the white tit come from?" Ming Shen looked at him.The little fat bird seemed to be completely unafraid of people, and was trying to get into his sleeve. He felt a little strange, so he picked up the little bird and asked it seriously: "Are you hungry?"

He looked back into the room, and there was a fruit plate on the table, so he carefully grabbed the little white fat bird and moved it there, peeled a few melon seeds for it, but the little bird didn't eat it. , instead tilted his head, staring expectantly at the cherry on the other side, the whole bird was about to fall into it.

Mingshen found it funny, so he peeled off the cherries one by one, picked the pits and fed them to the cute little bird. After the little bird babbled and ate it, he suddenly raised his head and said to him: "Please ask me If you eat cherries, then I will give you something in return."

Ming Shen: "??????"

A bird actually spoke? !

This should be a white tit, not a parrot.What's more, even a parrot has no reason to say such a logical sentence!

In the shock, he vaguely heard the sound of thumping footsteps, followed by a pain in the head, the severe pain made Mingshen's whole body tremble, this time he came fully awake, let out a long breath——

He was still in front of the window, the elbow supporting his cheek had just slipped, causing him to bump his head against the window lattice, which brought him back to his senses.

It's a dream within a dream.

However, the strange feeling of heartbeat in the dream still exists.He looked back at the fruit plate in the room, and he couldn't remember whether there were cherries in it at the beginning, but there were indeed only a handful of melon seeds left in it, and there were a few more that he didn't have time to eat. Maybe he peeled it himself and forgot to eat it. Maybe.

He chuckled, rubbed his face, and whispered to himself: "It's just a dream."

However, what really cheered him up was the bright yellow guard of honor that appeared at the door—the dense footsteps he heard just now were real, coming to the courtyard door from afar, and just stopped.

He subconsciously closed the window with a "snap", and then looked out through the thin pearl paper, but his vision was really blurry, and he could only glimpse a few blurred lights and shadows. He didn't know which one was Yumin, and neither did he. The one who had the guts to poke his head out to look. After looking at it for a while, he heard the sound in the courtyard slowly shifting to the room, and he knew that someone had entered the house.

Ouyang Xizhao came up and knocked on the door, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Huo, your majesty is here, do you want to go down now?"

"..."

"Master Huo?"

Ming Shen's voice was a little trembling, he pretended to be calm and said: "Forget it, forget it. I suddenly want to sleep, sleep, so I won't come down."

"Okay." The answer over there was quick, but Mingshen regretted it the moment the other party left. He rushed out and stumbled to Ouyang Xizhao who turned back in surprise: "I thought about it, see The opportunity to go to the Holy One is once in a lifetime, so let’s go, let’s go.”

Ouyang didn't say much, and took him there first.After placing him behind the screen, he was served food in advance.

But Mingshen couldn't eat anything anymore.

Every minute and every second is extremely long for him.He sat behind the screen, with his back to everything, let himself lean on the long couch, and took a deep breath.He heard Ouyang blow out the lights and go out, the room darkened, and then there were sporadic conversations, mixed with insects in the night wind, a bit like every drowsy summer night he spent in the cold palace , he was lying on the small couch, Cheng Yiduo smoked wormwood for them to repel insects, Yumin fanned him, and after he fell asleep, he walked gently to the other side to practice his sword. They will deliberately play it light, the sound of footsteps is unique, no matter when it is heard, Mingshen can know it when it is mixed with someone's footsteps.

Just like now.

The voice of the conversation was very vague from far to near, and it was hard to hear what it was, and then suddenly amplified - the door was pushed open, and Ouyang Xizhao respectfully said: "Please, Your Majesty."

Then Yumin said lightly: "Don't be restrained."

Ming Shen even relaxed his breathing.

He wanted to rush out and hug him, jump in front of him, throw himself into his arms, tell him he missed him, he loved him.But he still doesn't know under what identity he will go back, and he still hasn't figured out the second way that Mr. Sang told him.He has changed his name and surname, but the situation has not changed in the slightest.

Half of the two years have passed. After he goes back, what about the next two years?What kind of tricks will Yumin use to prevaricate the rest of her life?If he insists on making Yuwen an empress who is not recognized by everyone, who will protect this innocent little girl after a hundred years?

He was trapped by these questions again, so distracted that he didn't even have time to listen to the conversation between Yumin and Ouyang. He opened his eyes suddenly when the word "Ming Shen" came out of Yumin's mouth.

Yumin said: "Really? I haven't heard of this person? But I think he may change his name, please help me pay attention. He was born a little taller than you, with ordinary skin, quite bookish, and looks It is also very beautiful. I have a portrait of him here, you can take a look."

Then there was the sound of paper shaking.

But Mingshen's heart tensed up for no reason—he suddenly remembered the time when he got angry with Yumin after returning to Beijing. The Chang'an city manager drew fifty small portraits of him, but only 48 of them were returned in the end.

Did the remaining two go to Yumin's place?

He quickly dismissed this idea - Yumin's own paintings are superb, and it is not particularly difficult to draw a picture of him, let alone go to the prison to ask for two small portraits.

I'm afraid that the painting is too similar, so that Ouyang Xizhao can recognize it at a glance.

Ming Shen's heart rose to his throat.

Sure enough, Ouyang's voice was a little suffocated, and it sounded a little stunned with shock: "This person is..."

Yumin paused, and said, "It's the most important person in my heart... my heart."

The room was silent.

Later, Yumin sighed softly again: "He left without saying hello to me...Although he left me a note and sent a letter to the palace every month to report his safety, but he always asked me Someone helped to send it, but I can't find where he is. He is in poor health and pure in mind, so he is really easy to be bullied."

Ouyang Xizhao said: "This is indeed..."

"Forget it, don't mention him, come and have a drink with me." Yumin said, "I listened to his words and took care of my body. I haven't touched alcohol for half a year, and I don't want to stay up all night. I hope that if he knows, You can come back with confidence."

Afterwards, Mingshen never heard what he said again, but occasionally talked with Ouyang about Yunlong's situation here, and mentioned Huo Bing: "Huo Bing is a general and a talent, he can use both civil and military skills. It's a pity that his legs are disabled, but now he is taking good medicine to recuperate, and according to Bu Yu, he can almost walk a few steps occasionally."

Then there was the sound of muffled drinking, the cups rising and falling, and finally the door was pushed open, Ouyang said: "Send Your Majesty back to his room, be careful, he is drunk." There was no sound at all.

After Ouyang Xizhao walked around the screen, he found Ming Shen nestled in the corner, looking at the ground with a dazed expression.

Ouyang was in a complicated mood: "Mr. Huo...Master Ming...you..."

Mingshen said softly, "I really want to go home."

He rubbed his face again, took a breath, and said in a low voice, "I hope you don't tell what happened today."

Ouyang Xizhao sighed: "You are Yunlong's benefactor and the counselor of Ouyang's family, how can I say that? It's getting cold at night, go back and rest."

Ming Shen didn't go back to his room immediately.

He knew where Yumin's room was arranged a day earlier, but everyone should be guarded there under martial law. He only looked at it from a distance, stayed for a while, and was about to return to the room after a while, but saw the tight guards and All the eunuchs and entourage were kicked out.

Someone else asked anxiously: "Your Majesty is drunk and talking nonsense, he doesn't want to be guarded, and he doesn't sleep well, he can't fall asleep if someone is in front of him, what should we do?"

The one nearby seemed to be in charge and said: "There is no way, everyone should stand far away and guard, and put all your energy into it. You must be careful of assassins."

Yumin's room was suddenly empty.Mingshen couldn't tell what he was thinking about him, he walked over there almost without hesitation - he was in the veranda of the room, blocked by a rockery, and outsiders couldn't see him.

As long as we meet...

he thought.

Just look at him, whatever.

He stood outside the door, only hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door recklessly and entered.

However, before he could see clearly what was in front of him, he suddenly fell into a hot embrace.

Mingshen's whole body was hanging in the air—he was held tightly by Yumin's waist, lifted up from behind and walked forward, the white silk shirt was too slippery, slipped down while walking, and was simply dragged onto the bed by Yumin's whole body , pressed tightly, kissed him deeply with a force close to madness, sucked his lips and tongue, bit his neck, and tore his skirt.

Those eyes were as bright as cold stars, showing sobriety despite being extremely drunk.There is a faint smell of alcohol in the breath, but it is not strong. Instead, it is mixed with menthol and borneol, which smells very good and makes people's spine numb.

Yumin whispered: "You finally...finally..."

The voice came to the back and became choked, he said: "Are you Shen? I've been drinking, tell me, are you Shen?"

Mingshen was about to burst into tears, he hugged Yumin tightly, and whispered, "Brother Min, I miss you so much."

Yumin seemed to be really drunk, didn't hear what he said clearly, and didn't answer him, just pressed him in his arms and said in a low voice: "I was wrong, brother Min was wrong, I don't I should keep it from you like this...My Shen, has grown up, and I can't coax you and lie to you like before, you are entitled to know the truth. I was wrong, come back, okay?"

He almost begged him nervously: "Come back, okay?"

Mingshen was hugged by the drunk with a kind of brute force, and answered him seriously: "I will come back, but you can give me some time, okay? Wait until I find a solution to the male empress problem..."

Yumin still ignored him.The man was drunk, and came over nervously, kissing his Adam's apple, his eyes were red: "What's wrong with your voice? Shen, are you sick?"

Mingshen thought for a while, and coaxed: "No, I'm not sick, I just caught a cold, so my voice sounded a little hoarse for a while. I have taken good medicine, and I'll be fine soon."

"Oh." Yumin seemed to have found some comfort, and started kissing his collarbone instead.Whatever he wanted to do, Mingshen let him do it obediently and without saying a word, but Yumin after drunk was very gentle, more gentle than ever before.

Not seeing each other for half a year, their bodies still have the most passionate desire for each other.Mingshen hugged Yumin's shoulder with difficulty, trying not to let himself make a sound, lest his hoarse voice make Yumin feel sad.

Yumin called him over and over again: "Shen, Shen, Shen."

He propped himself up to kiss him, Yumin would always be quiet for a moment, and then started calling his name again.This cycle went on and on, and at the end of the kiss, he was stunned, because he reached out to touch Yumin's cheek, but wiped a teardrop from the corner of his eye.

Early in the morning, Yumin woke up with a hangover and a splitting headache.

But the next moment he woke up, his first reaction was to touch the bed next to him, but it was empty and there was nothing there.

There was no one left, Mingshen had already left.It was as quiet as if everything last night was a dream.

In fact, he didn't know if everything last night was a dream.He couldn't control it last night, he was really drunk, and he had dreamed about him every night for the past six months, it was really hard to tell.

There was cold hangover soup next to the pillow, and the clothes were hung up for him as usual.He didn't even look at it, and was about to get out of bed, when he heard Cheng Yiduo knock on the door outside, and said in a low voice: "... Ah Shen's carriage left Yunlong this morning. He left a note saying that he knew you came Now, let you take care of your health, he will not break his promise."

"..." Yumin was silent for a while, and finally grasped the point, "He said he knew?"

Cheng Yiduo replied: "Yes, he also wrote—"Thank you brother Min for telling me that you and brother are fine, but now Ah Shen has become smarter, so he won't be caught by such a low-level trap this time." Yes, and you won’t be arrested right now’.”

Yu Minku sat on the bed, and it took him a while to say a word: "... I know."

"Take care of your body, I think he wants to kill me..."