Wearing the white moonlight of a rival

That night, Wei Minghuan really condescended to share a bed with Gu Heng.

Obviously the bed in this room is much smaller than Wei Minghuan's dormitory. When they sleep together, they can only shoulder to shoulder and arms to arms. If they turn over, they will bump into each other without noticing.

God knows why Wei Minghuan came to suffer this crime and suffer. Isn't it the happiest thing for a high-ranking king to sleep on the biggest and best bed?

Gu Heng felt a little awkward, especially when Wei Minghuan was lying beside him, he felt weird.

After thinking about it, it must have been caused by the disgusting question in the afternoon. He should have lied at that time, saying that he was disgusted to death, but he nodded his head inadvertently, which made Wei Minghuan push his feet.

Anyway, Gu Heng managed to sleep well all night, but he couldn't be lazy in the morning, he was woken up by the sound of Wei Minghuan getting up, and the rustling palace people came in to serve, all of them were stopped by Wei Minghuan Can't make a loud noise.Even so, when someone entered the room, Gu Heng still woke up with a feeling.

Gu Heng lay sprawled on the bed, his sleeping appearance was really not elegant, he didn't look like a son of a family at all.

He lazily opened his eyelids, and glanced at Wei Minghuan who was wearing a court uniform, and Wei Minghuan turned to look at him, "Are you awake?"

Seeing Wei Minghuan looking over, Gu Heng simply turned his head and turned around, ignored him, and left his back for the man to see.

Wei Minghuan thought that this kid must still be awkward, so he couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips and smiled silently.

During breakfast, Gu Heng stayed in bed and didn't get up. Wei Minghuan could only miss an opportunity to exchange feelings. He returned to Qinzheng Hall after a busy morning, and finally dragged Gu Heng to eat at a dining table.

Gu Heng probably didn't have time to eat in the morning, so he stuffed two big bowls of rice in one go at noon, his eyes were fixed on the food, and he couldn't even give Wei Minghuan a glance from the corner of his eye.

Wei Minghuan thought of the conversation a few times, but he couldn't intervene in Gu Heng's meal rhythm. If the palace people hadn't been pushed back, and only the two of them were left to eat, others might think that Gu Heng escaped from the refugee slum. Yes, the one who hasn't eaten for a few days and nights, how can he behave like a son of a family?

After stuffing two big bowls of rice hard, Gu Heng subconsciously rubbed his stomach, expressing that it feels good to be full.

Wei Minghuan said quietly: "You can't let outsiders see you eating like this."

"What's wrong with outsiders?" Gu Heng didn't understand what Wei Minghuan meant.

Wei Minghuan smiled, "After all, you are the mother of a country, so you have to be a role model, how can you gobble it up like this without image?"

These words made Gu Heng very unhappy. First of all, he was unhappy with the word "Mother of the Country", "Who is the mother of a country?"

"You are my wife." Wei Minghuan said with a smile, "Of course you are the mother of a country."

Gu Heng almost slapped the table, "Stop talking nonsense with me, Your Majesty is getting more and more playful, don't mention this, is it okay?"

"Okay." Wei Minghuan suddenly felt that Gu Heng had started to lose his temper, as if he had stabbed something yesterday afternoon. The relationship between the two seemed to be noisy and incompatible, but in fact it was more indifferent than the previous few days. A little closer.

"Also, no matter what the minister looks like, it's impossible to change anyway."

"I didn't ask you to change it." Wei Minghuan said warmly.

This tone also made Gu Heng very unhappy, "If you don't change it, don't change it, why do you bring it up specifically? Your Majesty despises the minister? That's just right, let's put the minister in the cold palace."

"I don't dislike it." Wei Minghuan was almost full of pampering, and even his eyes softened a lot.

Gu Heng thought it was weird, Wei Minghuan like this made him unable to resist, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and prepared to treat him with silence.

So Wei Minghuan didn't say anything, after lunch, the other party went to the South Study Room of the Yizheng Hall, probably summoned the ministers to discuss matters, and Gu Heng stayed in the Qinzheng Hall by himself.

Not long after, Lou Diyu came to him, holding the old sword engraved with Heng characters, which was hung on the wall of the main hall of Qinzheng Hall all the year round, and no one was allowed to touch or ask anyone.

"Your Highness, Liu Ye ordered his subordinates to bring you the sword."

"Give it to me?" Gu Heng had doubts on his mouth, but he took the sword directly in his hand, and looked at it over and over again, obviously he still likes this sword very much.

"Yes." The man in black said expressionlessly, "Sixth Master said, this sword will belong to His Highness from now on, and His Highness can do whatever he wants."

It was originally mine!

Gu Heng thought secretly in his heart, actually he was quite happy, Wei Minghuan was on the way this time, he stayed in the palace all day long except eating and sleeping, and there was nothing else to pass the time, nothing was better than But this sword came in time.

"Okay, just answer your Majesty's words for me, and just say thank you." Gu Heng stroked the word Heng on the hilt of the sword again, as if the previous heroic ambition had returned, and the sympathy between them was still there.

Lou Diyu nodded and said she was leaving.

Gu Heng took the old sword and took a closer look, and asked Qingyu to prepare something. He wanted to wipe the sword well.

For many years, Wei Minghuan snatched the sword from him and he never used it again. Now that it finally returned to his hands, he couldn't help but feel happy, and he even forgot the troubles of the past two days.

After carefully wiping the sword, Gu Heng also figured it out, Wei Minghuan was showing his favor to him, trying to please him in different ways.

Wei Minghuan was indeed like this. Although he was discussing political affairs with the ministers in the Yizheng Hall, his mind had already returned to the Qinzheng Hall, and he was only thinking about how to make that man with a firm heart fall in love with him.

After asking that question yesterday afternoon, he felt that everything was not bad. After more than ten years of studying, he finally got this person. Although the reality was not the same as he imagined, there was hope after all.

Hastily dealt with the ministers who came to the Yizheng Hall to quarrel with him, but because of his treatment of the Zhen family today, as well as his indifference and hostility towards the Yun family, the aristocratic families in the capital began to notice something unusual, They each discussed what they wanted to pry something out of his mouth.What is the mind of the emperor today? They didn't expect such a bad result. They just thought that the wings of the emperor are hardened now. I am afraid that he will not be able to go against the other party's wishes. Some things have to be more cautious, and they have to do their best. The respect that should be given cannot be lost, otherwise the Zhen family will be the first, and the Yun family will inevitably suffer from injury.

No one wants to see such an end, let alone fall on themselves.

In the past six years, Wei Minghuan has often been dealing with the power of the aristocratic family, balancing each other and restricting each other. He didn't think there was anything in the past. How can the world's government affairs be made easy?He is the emperor, the son of heaven, enjoying the supreme honor, and must bear the unimaginable pressure of ordinary people. However, in the past half a month of looking back at Heng, he has tasted happiness that he has never had before, and feels that it is too tiring to be an emperor conscientiously It hurt a little.

And those aristocratic families who are obsessed with power struggle all day long are simply heinous and hateful people who block his way to the harem and make him unhappy.

Wei Minghuan finally came out of the Hall of Political Affairs, and he secretly poked and scolded those people a lot in his heart. As soon as he entered the Hall of Qinzheng, he felt refreshed and his troubles were completely forgotten.

At the first sentence of entering the door, he asked Li Cheng, the person in charge of the palace: "Where is Your Royal Highness?"

Li Cheng did know what Gu Heng was doing, "Return to Your Majesty, Lord Lou sent you that sword, His Highness liked it so much, after cleaning it in a hurry, he started dancing in the apse."

"Really?" Wei Minghuan couldn't help but rejoice, "He really likes that sword. It seems that the first son of the Gu family has a profound influence on the collateral lineage of the Gu family."

While speaking, he turned to the apse, where there was a white figure in the empty space.

The swordsmanship was exceptionally fierce, Wei Minghuan stood there for a moment, suddenly felt that this person looked familiar, like his former rival.

For a moment, he even became dazed. Could it be that the guy surnamed Gu is not dead?Now back from the dead?

This thought swirled in his mind for a long time, until the sword dancer stopped his moves, he saw the opponent's face clearly, and suddenly realized that this person was not that pig head, but the white moonlight he had been thinking about for more than ten years.

"You..." Wei Minghuan said hesitantly, "I didn't see your swordsmanship clearly last time, but I remembered it this time..."

Gu Heng put away his sword and practiced vigorously for a while. He was in a good mood when he suddenly heard a voice from behind, it was that mad dog surnamed Wei.

His heart skipped a beat, "What do you remember?"

As he was worried, Wei Minghuan said word by word: "This sword technique, this move, this habit of starting and ending, is exactly the same as someone, even your tone of voice, tense look and small movements are all the same. Get out..."

"How is it possible?" Gu Heng smiled awkwardly, but he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to meet Wei Minghuan's eyes.

In fact, he knew in his heart that they had fought against each other for more than ten years, and they had studied together since they were young. Their understanding of each other might have reached an unfathomable level. He was like walking a tightrope in front of Wei Minghuan. He restrained himself a little these days. Temperament and habits, besides eating more, even mantras have been avoided as much as possible, but Wei Minghuan still became suspicious.

"Ah Heng thought it was impossible?" Wei Minghuan approached step by step, as if he was about to swallow Gu Heng.

Gu Heng shrank back subconsciously, but he didn't move. His eyes flickered, and he said, "There are countless strange things in this world. It's not strange to be like a person, right? Let's talk about habits and tone of voice, how can this be compared?"

Wei Minghuan was already close in front of his eyes, almost an cubit away from Gu Heng, and his breathing was almost intertwined.

"When he is nervous, he also habitually twitches the corners of his mouth, pretending to be calm and composed, but in fact he can't hold anything in his heart." Wei Minghuan carefully looked at Gu Heng's expression, "Look at you, it's the same of."

"I..." Gu Heng frowned, "Where am I the same? Your Majesty was thinking of others, so he used it on the minister? Who said before that it must be the minister? You have to scatter for the minister. Harem, never draft?"

Wei Minghuan didn't change his face when he was questioned, he said softly: "Yes, that's how it is, he also has this habit, once he is at a disadvantage, he will start beating around the bush, teaching the other party to mess up first, so as to miss his own shortcomings ..."

Gu Heng turned his head, took two steps back, and opened a little distance, "Your Majesty really knows how to talk nonsense, if you say who the minister looks like, then find that person and compare him face to face, see if you stay Keep him, or keep me!"

"You are sure that that person is no longer in this world, right? That's why you speak so confidently?" Wei Minghuan asked without answering.

Gu Heng was silent, he suddenly found that he seemed to have fallen into a trap Wei Minghuan woven with words.

"You know who I'm talking about, right?" Wei Minghuan pressed on step by step.

Gu Heng remained silent, his heart beating like a drum.

He was thinking about the worst outcome, but let the mad dog know his true identity, either execute himself, or imprison himself to study the reason of rebirth and immortality.

The other party hates him, he has been fighting for power for so many years, he has done all kinds of deadly things, and he has no sense of affection. Once he finds out his identity, his life may be lost, and his future is worrying, even if he is wearing the body of the other party's sweetheart.

"Gu Heng!" Wei Minghuan suddenly called Gu Heng's name.

Gu Heng was alert and looked directly at Wei Minghuan's face, his eyes were a bit colder. He was thinking about the chances of escaping this person by kidnapping him. If he succeeds, then the Marquis of Changting What about the government?