Murong Yi

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It was dark and the wind was picking up.

The zigzagging white curved bridge on the water winds and turns on the shimmering waves, connecting the two and three pavilions in the middle of the lake that look like isolated islands.The soft willow branches by the lake are gently rippling in the wind, and the pink peach petals fall with the wind and fall into the water.Murong Ni was leaning on the edge of the railing, letting the wind blow her loose hair and dancing, she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, silently watching the swaying water waves.

Chong Li came from the other side of the bridge, stopped beside Murong Ni, bowed and saluted, and said in a low voice:

"Master, it's windy, let's go back to the house."

He had been standing on the shore for a long time, and he had already noticed that his master was unusual today, but as subordinates, they did not have the right to talk too much, and he would not have come here if it wasn't for the weather that was about to rain.

Murong Ni still maintained a leaning posture, with black hair brushing against his side face.

In the water, there are swimming fish, reflections of cloudy clouds, and looming aquatic plants.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, sighed softly as if he was sighing something, then got up, turned around, skipped Chong Li who was standing there and left.

Seeing Murong Yan's straight back, Chong Li lowered his eyes and followed.

When it came to noon, it really started to rain heavily.

Murong Ni was sitting in the study, reviewing the memorial. The lunch on the small table next to it was still the same as it was served, but it had lost its temperature.

Murong Ni put down the scarlet vermilion pen, squeezed the space between her eyebrows with her hands, and sighed.Although he was a little hungry, looking at the exquisite food, he still had no appetite at all.

Sure enough, it is the easiest to forget the time and the annoying things when you are engaged in work. Although the political affairs diverted his attention well, it didn't make him relax. Instead, it made him more troubled than when he first came. too much.

Youqing, who was waiting on the pen and ink, came up, looked at the untouched food, walked up to Murong Ni, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I know that you are in a bad mood today, but you can't stop eating just because of this. "

"I have no appetite." Murong Ni leaned back on the chair and said lightly.

"I don't have an appetite, so I need to eat more...Your Majesty, it's really easy to damage your body." With a slightly complaining tone, Youqing walked behind Murong Ni, stroked his delicate hands, and rubbed his forehead.

"... Do I need you to take care of my affairs, huh?" Murong Yan closed her eyes and suddenly said coldly.

"The slaves dare not."

"It's good to know. Use a little more force."

"Yes."

Only then did Youqing heave a sigh of relief, she hurriedly increased her strength, and carefully served the person in front of her.The emperor in front of her was moody, serving in front of Murong Ni, she had already seen countless examples.Successfully evading a possible anger from the emperor made her suddenly suspenseful heart finally return to its original position.

The pain from the acupuncture was gradually relieved, Murong Yan closed his eyes, but still felt that something was wrong.

By the way...it's the feeling of the hand.Reprinting is not such a kneading method... He thought, and in the next second, he smiled wryly in his heart.

These personal servants were originally the affairs of the maids, but just because he felt that the hidden guards were more convenient to use, he forced them to give them some orders that the maids should have done.For example, since when did he actually get used to reprinting for him to do what Youqing is doing now?

From the very beginning, he remembered many, many things, the little things in his daily life, the little things that he didn't pay attention to, all came rushing forward. The fact that people gradually merge into one.He... Was it since then that he got used to the unquestioned obedience of others?

Suddenly losing her mood, Murong Yan signaled Youqing to stop, walked to the door of the study, and pushed the door open.

The heavy rain in early spring, the chill was overwhelming, Murong Yan had just tightened his clothes, and a soft fox fur cloak fell on him silently, Murong Yan was stunned, turned his head, and met a pair of familiar eyes It's right.

"Master, it's cold outside."

"Chong Li." Murong Yan said softly.

The man standing there, looking directly at Murong Ni, has a vigorous and vigorous figure, and the black clothes fit him very well, and the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed, showing the ruthlessness on his face with clear lines.

Youqing handed over the umbrella to Chongli who suddenly appeared at Murongyi's signal, and then obediently withdrew.

Chong Li held an umbrella, and the two walked in the direction of Pingrong Palace.

Under the umbrella, Chong Li took a peek at Murong Yi's face, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual, he opened his mouth.

"master."

"Ok?"

Murong Yan didn't look at him, but his eyes drifted to the front of the dense mist, as if his thoughts were also drifting into the distance with the lingering mist.

"...Chongjing Chonghua made the master angry, the master punished them, and the subordinates have nothing to say. I just ask the master to forgive them for the sake of their kneeling for so long."

Chong Li's voice was very low, speaking at a slightly faster speed, and the tone was just right, it was indescribably comfortable to hear, Murong Yan who was thinking like this, didn't notice him until he walked a few steps further. the content of the words.

And Chong Li, already took Murong Yi's silence as a sign that he was still angry, paused slightly, and continued:

"...Chonghua's physical condition really can't stand such a punishment. If the master loses his mind due to anger and insists on doing this, then everything he did before will be ruined..." Chongli said expressionlessly, Murong But Yan knew that he was pleading for them.

...But then again, when did he punish them?Why did he not understand Chong Li's words?

"Chongli, where are they?"

Murong Yan suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

"Master's bedroom."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, densely woven into a rain curtain between the sky and the earth, and the field of vision was also full of water vapor.

As soon as Murong Yi stepped into the bedroom, he didn't need to ask Chong Li any further questions, because he had already seen the person he was looking for.

The black and white clothes in the rain are so obvious.Chong Jing and Huan Yue just knelt there with their backs straight, letting the rain wash over their bodies and soak their clothes, as if they had lost consciousness, they just knelt there straight.

Murong Yan's eyes widened slightly, and then he cursed something that Chongli couldn't understand, and then rushed to the two of them, cursing: "Who made you kneel here?!" The person is pulled up from the ground.

"...This subordinate...should be punished." Chong Jing's voice was a bit rough, he avoided Murong Yan's movements, stepped back a little, and continued to kneel straight.

Huan Yue didn't make a sound, but also moved back a little distance, knelt down with his eyebrows lowered.

"Get up!!"

Murong Ni's movement was silently rejected by the two of them, so she had to roar, flicked her sleeves, turned and entered the bedroom: "If you want to kneel, kneel inside!"

Looking at the two people who were wet from head to toe, and even now dripping water from their bodies, the anger that Murong Yi suddenly felt just now disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a feeling of intolerance and pity.

... These brainless guys! !

Sighing in his heart, he asked the maid to fetch a dry towel, and ordered people to prepare for a bath, and then he walked to the two kneeling in the corner.

Throwing a dry towel in his hand on Chong Jing: "Get up, wipe yourself."

Then he bent over, not looking at any expression on that stern face, and hugged Huan Yue beside him.

She hugged him and sat on the edge of the bed, put one arm in her arms, held a dry towel in the other, and began to wipe the black hair that had completely stuck to his face.

Chong Jing took the dry towel, stood up from the ground, and began to clean up for herself.

Chong Li waited in the corner, expressionless.

There was silence in the room for a while.

After Murong Li roughly wiped Huan Yue's whole body, he threw the dry towel on the ground, gently brushed aside the hair scattered in front of his face with his hands, and those deep black eyes appeared in front of his eyes.

Murong Ni slowly raised the corners of his mouth, slightly bent his eyes, and sighed softly: "It's so stupid."

Then without waiting for the person in his arms to react, he lowered his head, leaned forward, and kissed Huan Yue lightly on the forehead.

Huan Yue was completely speechless, but his stern face suddenly turned red, and then, as if realizing it suddenly, he turned his head again, moved his lips a few times, but no sound came out.

"...I...how could I be willing to punish you?"

The murmured whispers that contained infinite tenderness successfully caused the few people present to fall into an instant silence.

Murong Yi glanced at Chong Li and Chong Jing in the corner from the corner of his eye, his smile deepened with satisfaction, he lowered his eyes, and kissed Huan Yue's cheek again: "Zhen, I will never punish you."

"...Your Majesty?!" Huan Yue's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.