Si Tian Guan

"How does the prince want me to resist?"

When Liu Chongming was asked this question, he was stunned for a moment.

How to resist?

He saw Qu Shenzhou being abused by others several times, and he endured it without saying a word, so he felt a kind of anger that mourned his misfortune and angered him for a while.

But when the other party asked so bluntly, even he didn't know how to struggle in the other party's situation.

Qu Chenzhou lowered his eyes, as if he didn't need his answer, which made Liu Chongming even more frustrated.

For a moment, he felt that the other party was sighing his childish impulse.

"Let's go." He stayed for a while, pulled the iron chain in his hand, and entered the flower hall together.

The people guarding outside the flower hall were a little surprised, asked a few words softly, and left in response. Not long after, they came back with a few people, spread meals and two dishes on the table by the window, and left quietly .

Liu Chongming took a few steps to sit down, and then greeted coldly: "Come here together."

"……Yes."

Qu Chenzhou wanted to remind him that he could not sit on the table with his own identity, but after thinking about it, he kowtowed and sat down on another chair.

This time, he adjusted his sitting posture slightly, no longer curled up in a ball, and only moved after Liu Chongming raised his chopsticks.

The eyes on the other side stayed on him all the time, watching him calmly chewing and eating, and his gestures couldn't conceal the rules and good upbringing he had deliberately learned.

The other party was unable to seek death, so he simply smashed the pot and threw it, not even covering up his demeanor.

Liu Chongming couldn't eat, and felt that he had been sent to the army again.

He felt that he was crazy to suspect that Qu Chenzhou was a secret agent. How could such a person who can see countless flaws at a glance be a secret agent?

Or whoever sent him out was crazy.

But no matter who is crazy, the results of Fang Wuyang's investigation will not be wrong. How did such a little slave who has been locked in the Qisheng Tower for ten years learn the etiquette in the palace?

And why does it appear in his dreams repeatedly?

But the dream was unbelievable, except for Bai Shiyan, he didn't even tell his parents, and it was even more impossible to mention it to the person in front of him. Otherwise, if people knew that he was dreaming of a slave, he might as well just let him die.

"Who are you?" He didn't want to make any more detours, and asked straight to the point: "I've been thinking about it all morning, have you considered it?"

Qu Chenzhou was more complicated than his mood. If he could, he wanted to live, even if it was to live in a humble way.

If he couldn't survive, he also hoped that the person who ended his life was Liu Chongming, and he would treat it as another debt he owed.

For a moment, he even wanted to confide everything and ask for a quick relief.But it is impossible for him to be so selfish and cruel, and let Chongming, who is now well and well, know that nothing happened here.

After rebirth, many things happened out of the original track. He was like an uninvited guest, disturbing the stable world, and he didn't know what the future was waiting for him this time.

"If I answer the son's question, will the son believe me?"

"Tell me," Liu Chongming hesitated, "I believe it."

"My name is Qu Chenzhou..." His eyes fell on the familiar yet unfamiliar face opposite him, and he replied very lightly: "I was in Qisheng Tower since I was a child..."

"I ran away because I wanted to go home...but I don't know where my home is."

"My master is shopkeeper Du Quan Du."

"No one tells me to do things."

"There is no one in the mansion who is my internal correspondent. I got there by myself."

His eyes were calm, his voice was soft, and he didn't flinch or tremble at all. The timidity that shrank into a small ball that night was wrapped in a hard shell, preventing outsiders from easily prying.

Although none of these answers gave the desired answer, Liu Chongming seemed to be a little dazed, and lost his soul in this clear and pure gaze.

There was a throbbing in his heart, with a little pain, which made him unable to look away.

I don't know if the person in front of me overlapped with the person in the dream, or he fell into the emptiness again.

That night, as expected, he had another weird dream, but he was the only one in the dream.

He was very cold, but he couldn't see where he was, there was only a blood red in front of his eyes, as if something was flowing down, fascinated his eyes.

His hands and feet were bound and he couldn't move, otherwise he would definitely go crazy.

Even in the dream, the piercing pain was still so strong, so clear that he thought he would faint.

"Chongming!" Someone called him sadly in his ear: "There are still 110 five roots, can you hold on?"

Through the haze of blood, there is something shining with the silver light of a sharp weapon in front of him.

By the way, that's the camera penetrating bone nail.

But... what exactly is the camera penetrating bone nail?

He seems to be able to remember something in a trance, but it is always unreal, it really hurts too much.

"Jingchen," he heard his dying voice, with a tinge of joy: "After I die, you will ascend the throne and become emperor, so don't let everyone down."

Jing Chen cried bitterly in his ear: "Chongming, he is already dead, how can a dead person come back to life? Don't do anything stupid!"

"Don't cry...it's not stupid, as long as...it gives me a chance to see him again..."

Liu Chongming struggled to wake up from the nightmare, shaking like chaff, the pain in the dream seemed to penetrate, he looked down at his arms and chest, still convulsing uncontrollably.

So real.

It was so real that even the reality became hideous and terrifying. He touched the cold sweat on his forehead, sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, and shouted: "Come here!"

The night watchman in the yard outside immediately trotted over, and answered outside the door: "Master."

He was silent for a moment: "Go and bring Qu Shenzhou."

After dinner, Qu Shenzhou lay down early and was half asleep when he was woken up and led to the bedroom.

"My lord, it's here." The servant finished his job, listened to the instructions inside, and turned to leave.

Qu Chenzhou knelt outside the door alone, quietly looking at the closed door.It is not uncommon for him to kneel all night, but he never thought of kneeling outside Chongming's door.

The door opened quickly, and Liu Chongming was wearing a coat, looking down at him from the threshold.

He kowtowed to his lover who once treated him like a jewel and hated him to the bone: "I'm going to be a slave and sink a boat, and I've seen my son."

"Come in." Liu Chongming turned and walked inward, indicating the direction of the sarong: "Lie down."

Qu Chenzhou looked down at the ground, walked slowly, and lay down on his back.

"You sleep with your clothes on?" Liu Chongming asked with a frown.

The cold sweat had dried up, and his breathing gradually calmed down, especially after seeing this person, he realized more truly that he had gotten rid of the nightmare.

Qu Chenzhou got up from the bed, took off his outer shirt in silence, and slowly undid the belt of his middle coat.

Liu Chongming was about to lift his feet to go back to the room, when he saw the snow-white clothes slipping from the gauze-wrapped shoulders from the corner of his eyes, his knees almost gave way.

"What are you doing!" he shouted angrily.

Qu Chenzhou pulled the middle coat to his chest with one hand, then raised his eyes to look at him, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't your son... call me to sleep with you?"

The ruler in the hourglass in the courtyard floated a little bit, and the sunlight began to pass over the high wall. There were a few Asahito vines climbing on the edge of the west wall, and there were still dewdrops hanging vigorously in the morning. stand up.

The air is already full of the smell of summer.

Qu Chenzhou was still sitting on the steps outside the study door, with his back leaning against the colonnade, his hands in his sleeves, and his eyes half closed.

In the past few days, his days have passed like this. Fortunately, this season is not cold, even if he is locked out, it is not difficult to endure.

He quickly found a sunny place, enjoying the sunshine like a lazy cat.

After Fang Wuyang left that day, Liu Chongming didn't force him to ask any more questions about his ambiguous answer, but for some reason, in the middle of the night, he was suddenly and inexplicably asked to take him from the east wing to the bedroom.

With his current status, he was called to the master's room in the middle of the night and told him to lie down. Even if he knew that Chongming had always kept himself clean, he couldn't think of anything else to do.

Unexpectedly, before he even finished taking off his clothes, Chongming yelled at him—get out, and went back to the room angrily.

He was stunned for a long time, wondering if he was really going to roll, so he sat on the edge of the sarong bed in the dark, listening to the sound of sleeping breathing gradually getting heavier inside, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Just sitting here quietly, he felt that maybe God wasn't that mean to him.

I thought I would endure all the hardships, but instead of seeing each other last time on the Broken Soul Stage, I didn't expect him to live again, and to be so close to Chongming again, surrounded by familiar auras.

Even if they won't be as close as they were in the last life, it's still good.

As long as no one will discover his value again, as long as he will not be used by others, it will be fine.

Before the drowsiness hit, he actually had a childish thought - if he had known that he could still see him, he wouldn't have suffered so much for nothing, and he might as well have ended this cruel life when Chongming escaped from the capital.

The warm wind passed through the sky, and countless bells swayed on the sycamore tree. The pink and white color with wobbly mottled dazzled the eyes.

A flower was swept all the way by the wind, and rolled to the dead corner under the stone steps, the calyx was half buried in the damp soil, and the curled petals were still fresh.

He reached out to pick it up, stroked the dirt off it, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The old sycamore tree was too tall and would block the sun. There was no sycamore tree planted in the palace, and he hadn't seen sycamore flowers for a long time.

The smell of the flowers in my hand was blown away by the wind, or is it the light fragrance of sycamore flowers?

Qu Chenzhou leaned against the porch pillar with a little smile, as if he could still see the embarrassment of the steady young man in front of him pretending to be calm and stuffing him with sycamore flowers.

Except for the few flowers left in the book, he buried the other flowers after they withered, and only the eight-treasure box was left in the end.

I really want to know... Chongming's expression when he opened the box and saw a box full of paper ashes?

Will they remember how they were when they were young, or will they hate him even more.