Tyrant's Secret

The golden veil fluttered, covering the beauty of the bed, and the man's panting sounds mixed together.

Ling Jue frowned slightly, closed his eyes in pain, clutched the bed sheet tightly, and endured the greedy demands of the man on his body.Are you doing that kind of thing again?It was another man who had nothing to do with it.No, no, don't... I don't want it!

His hands scratched the sheets.

"Your Majesty..." The man stopped suddenly and called him softly.

There was a familiar tenderness in that voice.

Ling Jue couldn't help trembling his eyelashes, opened his sore eyes in fear, and looked at the person on him.

His eyebrows are handsome and his eyes are smiling.

"At the beginning of the banquet..." Ling Jue looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help muttering.

Is it him?Is it still him?

"It's a minister." Zhan Yanchu seemed to know the question in his heart, and replied seriously.

Ling Jue's eyes moved slightly.

Zhan Yanchu leaned down and kissed his lips tenderly, stared at him obsessively and said, "Your Majesty, relax, and leave you completely to the minister!"

Those eyes are too gentle, enough to make anyone who looks into his eyes fall.Ling Jue obediently closed her eyes, intertwined with his lips and tongue, finally slowly loosened the hand clenched on the bed sheet in that gentle attack, and tremblingly climbed up Zhan Yanchu's firm and broad back.

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Ling Jue opened his eyes, staring blankly at the darkness in front of him.

The reaction below him was so clear.

Dreaming that it was the beginning of the exhibition banquet, and it was still that kind of dream, but I still felt a sense of happiness in my heart.

He suddenly sat up, stunned for a while in the dark unbelievably, suddenly covered his eyes and shook his shoulders as if laughing at himself, choked up a few laughs, almost bursting into tears, he stopped laughing after a long time, sighed and muttered to himself: "Ling Jue, are you... crazy?"

Annoyed and depressed, he lifted the quilt and shouted coldly, "Come on!"

The guards guarding the door rushed in immediately: "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

"I want to take a bath."

The guards looked at each other, unable to understand why Ling Jue suddenly wanted to take a bath in the middle of the night.After a pause, they replied in unison: "Yes."

The wound on Ling Jue's ankle was already scarred, but it was still swollen high. Every step he took was accompanied by excruciating pain, but he insisted on not letting anyone help him. He walked to the bath with some difficulty. Seeing this, the little eunuch stopped him and said, "Your Majesty, the water is cold at night, you should wait for a while. The servants are already preparing hot water."

Ling Jue waved impatiently: "No, just wash like this, you all get down!"

"This..." The eunuch was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to disobey Ling Jue, so he said "yes" and retreated.

Ling Jue took a deep breath, and slowly sat down in the bathtub. The cold water covered his body, but he still felt that it wasn't enough, so he simply buried his head in the water.

The whole person was not in the cold water, the shameful feeling of hotness on his body finally gradually cooled down, and his mind was no longer so chaotic, replaced by rationality.

He likes to remind himself in this masochistic way.Cold, helpless, and suffocating, this is the life he should adapt to.Over the years, he has gotten used to it. Once this habit is broken, everything will be out of his control.He hated that feeling of dazedness and powerlessness.

It wasn't until he reached the limit that he poked his head out of the water, panting heavily.

The long ink-like hair was scattered behind him like a waterfall, and a large amount of cold water flowed down from his incomparably delicate face, forming a water column at his sharpened chin, and pouring it straight into the pool.

He wiped the water from his face, and when he opened his eyes, the usual coldness returned to his eyes.

The frozen bruised lips opened and closed slightly, and he paused every word.

"Enough is enough."

Pu Huaiyan stood behind Ling Jue, since Ling Jiu jumped off the cliff, he didn't know how long he hadn't seen her, Ling Jue forced himself to calm down in such a self-torturous way.In his memory, every time that child came back from the East Palace, he would soak himself in cold water and scrub hard.

Ling Jue's hair was dripping with icy drops of water, his face was pale, and his eyes were indifferent: "Dandelion..."

Pu Huaiyan hurriedly said, "Does Your Majesty have any orders?"

Ling Jue stared blankly ahead, the phrase "Long En" at the beginning of the banquet was still reverberating, and the song "Wei Yi Chi" was still pounding Ling Jue's heart.

He is a man, he is going to marry a wife, he loves that woman, he is a minister, I am a king, there is no way there will be any result...

Before you sink in, it's better to get out quickly.

Ling Jue took a deep breath: "Choose Zhan Yanchu just because he happened to know my secret. If Li Yuyi thinks it should be changed, then... let's change."

"Your Majesty, you..." Seeing what Ling Jue said, Pu Huaiyan seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he still sighed: "Yes."

Ling Jue closed his eyes: "Zhen... the foot injury has not healed, and Pu Gonggong will make arrangements later."

Pu Huaiyan had no choice but to reply: "This is natural."

Ling Jue no longer stops writing in a daze when reviewing memorials, no longer looks at a fixed position intentionally or unintentionally when going to court, no longer misses a certain embrace suddenly in the dead of night.

He seemed to have finally returned to the past as he wished, as dull and lifeless as the cold pool water that night.

Everything between Zhanyanchu and Zhanyanchu seems to have never happened.

Perhaps, he and Zhanyan Chuhui have always been like this, except for the monarch and his subjects, there is no deeper intersection.

Chang Fu sat on the stone bench, shaking his cattail fan and fanning the medicine stove dejectedly, staring blankly at the curling smoke rising in front of his eyes: "Master, do you think the doctor is a quack doctor? How can it never get better?"

At the beginning of the exhibition, he picked up a medicinal herb, looked at it carefully, sighed, and put the medicinal herb back into the paper bag: "I have been sick for a long time, and I can't blame that doctor."

Changfu pursed his lips with a mournful face, but finally couldn't hold back, and said: "Young master, don't blame the young man for speaking badly, the master is so seriously ill this time, the young one is really scared... really scared..."

Chang Fu didn't continue, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his chubby hands, leaving two black smoke marks on his face.

At the beginning of Zhan Yan's eyes dimmed, he bent his fingers and tapped Chang Fu's head lightly, squatted beside him and comforted him: "Why are you crying, I haven't cried yet! Don't worry, Dad has survived many times , this time, nothing will happen!"

Zhan Yanchu handed the paper package to Chang Fu, took a deep breath, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, those of us who are often born and died on the battlefield don't care about life and death. The only thing we are afraid of is that there are still concerns in this world. There are regrets!"

"Master's concern..." Chang Fu opened the lid of the pot, poured the medicine into the medicine pot, thought for a while, looked at Zhan Yanchu and said, "I understand. The master is always talking about the young master's marriage! A few days ago , the young master's sweetheart asked someone to come to the house to deliver the letter, and the master also said that the girl is so caring, if she doesn't mind being a concubine and enters the door of Zhan's house, she will definitely not treat her badly..."

Sweetheart?Zhan Yan thought about it for the first time, then remembered that what Chang Fu said was probably about Ling Jue sending the man in black to deliver the letter that day, and said to himself: "Father, I'm afraid I misunderstood..."

Chang Fu didn't pay attention to what he said, and only replied: "Master, when will you let the master see your sweetheart? Otherwise, a portrait is also fine? Although the young one knows that this is not in line with etiquette, but the master saw it, and he was very happy. Take it easy, too!"

Zhan Yanchu felt a throbbing pain in his heart, heh, if dad knew what kind of person he fell in love with, would he... Zhan Yanchu frowned and closed his eyes, not daring to imagine.

"Changfu, stop talking nonsense with dad, that day...it was just a letter from a friend!"

Above the main hall, Ling Jue occupies the dragon seat.The handsome and extraordinary face showed a slight fatigue, which was covered by jade, leaving only mystery and majesty.

"This time Mobei invaded the country, who do you think is more appropriate to send?"

Lu Feng and Meng Yiyu came out at the same time, knelt down on one knee, cupped their hands and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to go, and make meritorious deeds."

Ling Jue nodded slightly, and was about to make an order.

Zhan Yanchu was silent for a moment, then stood up and knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty, I wish to go!"

Meng Yiyu glanced at Zhan Yanchu in surprise, and quickly cupped his hands again and said to Ling Jue: "Your Majesty, I think that the people sent by Mobei this time are just mediocre people, so there is nothing to be afraid of. General Zhan still has a marriage contract now." I'm afraid it's not right to go out rashly while you're still alive!"

Ling Jue froze, squinted his eyes, and said coldly, "Since Major General Zhan is eager to serve the country, I will help him. For this battle in Mobei, the three of you will go together!"

"Your Majesty, this..." Meng Yiyu was a little embarrassed, and wanted to speak for Zhan Yanchu.

Ling Jue raised his chin, stopped looking at him, and said coldly: "Let's stop here for today's matter! Retire!"

"Zhan Yanchu, Zhan Yanchu! You, what do you think!" Meng Yiyu dragged Zhan Yanchu to the corner as soon as he retreated from the court: "The man sent by Mobei didn't hear anything. For a powerful character, Lu Feng and I are almost enough, why are you messing around!"

Zhan Yanchu smiled wryly: "One more person, there is no harm at all!"

"You, are you willing?"

"What are you willing to do?"

"Everyone knows that you, Major General Zhan, will soon become the prospective son-in-law of the Dou family." Meng Yiyu said "tsk" and lowered his voice, "Don't you want to see Your Majesty a few more times before getting married?"

Zhan Yanchu was stunned: "You know everything?"

Meng Yiyu folded his arms guiltily, and coughed a few times: "You said it yourself when you were drunk, no wonder this general!"

"You..." Zhan Yanchu sighed helplessly, and after a long silence, he said, "Since it is doomed to have no results, isn't it a good thing to get rid of distracting thoughts in my heart as soon as possible? I am already very satisfied to be able to serve him in another place .”

"You..." Meng Yiyu pointed at him, and in the end he could only shake his head and put down his hands: "I really can't help you! Anyway, this is your own choice, so don't regret it in the future!"

Ling Jue walked slowly to the imperial study step by step, his footsteps were as heavy as lead.

Why is it so uncomfortable!

Obviously, I have decided not to think about him anymore!Obviously, she has decided to be with him only as a monarch and minister!Why, why did his heart hurt like a knife when he asked for his order to go out to fight!

At the beginning of the banquet, you really didn't even have the slightest nostalgia for me!

Oh, that's right, from the beginning to the end, what you can give me is nothing more than your loyalty!

Ling Jue stared numbly at the imperial study room, thinking of the night Zhan Yanchu had with him, that lingering kiss, and those gentle words when she put on his clothes.

He ruthlessly swept the things on the table to the ground, trying to shatter the memories that kept emerging in his heart.Why do you want to let go of the disguise, why do you have extravagant hopes, why do you want to be greedy for that tenderness, why do you want to fall in love with an impossible person, Ling Jue!All the pain and powerlessness today are all your own fault!

"Get out! Get out of here!" Ling Jue roared almost crazily.

The maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they hurriedly backed out. Even Pu Gonggong was startled by the mess when he walked into the hall.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Pu Huaiyan looked at him in surprise and worry.

Ling Jue choked up a smile and looked at the shattered scrolls and utensils all over the floor, and finally found sadly that no matter how hard he tried to pretend, he never put it down.

In fact, he knew faintly from the very beginning that he would still have extravagant hopes, just like back then, no matter how much his mother abused him and even threatened to kill him, he still secretly yearned for the moment when his mother's conscience occasionally found out. Tenderness.Until that day, Concubine Mu finally drew out her sword and stabbed him mercilessly.

He has always been unwilling to have any thoughts, once he has them, it is an obsession.You have to be forced into a desperate situation before you are willing to lose all hope.

If there is no result, he must force himself to forget the warmth of that person, before he can marry a wife and have children to live a happy life.

Otherwise, how would he endure the long years after returning to the world of ice and snow alone.

Ling Jue closed his eyes and said coldly, "Eunuch, go arrange that matter!"

Pu Huaiyan paused for a moment before realizing what he was talking about, and asked hesitantly: "Your Majesty's injury hasn't healed yet, the old minister thought..."

"No problem."

Only then did Pu Huaiyan sigh: "Then...whom do you want to choose, Your Majesty?"

Ling Jue sneered, "Whatever."

Except for that person, everyone else doesn't matter anymore.