Si Tian Guan

Liu Chongming instantly turned into a zombie, as if he had been put on a holding spell, staring at the gauze curtain above his head with wide eyes, even choked his breath in his throat, divided it into several parts, and spit it out very lightly.

Like a child with a butterfly on his fingertips, he was afraid that his chest would rise and fall, which would frighten this little fairy.

The goosebumps on his body rose and fell, and it took a long time before he dared to turn his head and look around him slowly.

Qu Shenzhou was so tired, he slept soundly, his flat and soft chest pressed against his arm, his warm breath gradually permeated his clothes, burning his heart like a drum.

Thinking about being a mother at the age of eighteen, this experience is really exciting.

The "mother" can be heard clearly, but there are a few vague words behind it, but they are not very real. It sounds like——er already...

He pulled the quilt over to cover the two of them. With warmth, there was only the sound of even breathing around him.

How can there be such a person, he thought, being cut into day and night clearly.

During the sober day, he is confident and calm, arrogant and indifferent, as if everyone is just a pawn in his fingers.

In the sleepy night, the hard armor fell off one after another without knowing it, and what was exposed inside was just a little fox with wet eyes and wet nose, even flicking its tail.

It's very cute.

It was getting dark gradually, and they had been lying here for an unknown how long, and the servants did not dare to come in to light the lamps without his order.

The darkness gave him courage, he slowly raised his hand, paused for a moment on the top of his head, and gently fell on the soft black hair, delicate and cool, indescribably comfortable.

The people under him didn't move, so he boldly went down slowly, and the belly of his finger fell on his face, touching the uneven and interlaced scars.

Although the pus was taken out last year, without enough good medicine to follow, it is impossible to go on like this.

His fingers lingered on the scar.With Steward Lin around, it was very easy to ask the ins and outs, but he never asked, as if deliberately refusing to understand what happened in the past.

Touching the scar now, he realized that he was afraid that he would feel sorry for others.

Since when?He regarded this person and Qu Shenzhou as one person.

Sometimes I feel fortunate that the humiliation and torture that happened to Qu Chenzhou were not experienced by this person, and sometimes I imagine that this person has all the memories of Qu Shenzhou, but I am afraid that I will experience the pain from this memory.

When did he become such a mother-in-law?

Consciousness gradually blurred in the wild thoughts, someone was talking to him, the voice was difficult, as if it took a lot of effort to utter a word.

"The day after tomorrow...at the Nianhua shop..."

"Okay, I'll wait for you," he heard his anxious voice: "What's wrong with you? You look so bad? Why are you sweating so much?"

The man didn't answer, but pushed him hard. He seemed to be standing on the steps, and was pushed backwards.

Liu Chongming shuddered suddenly, and after a moment of feeling of flying, his buttocks fell firmly to the ground, his upper body lay on the bed in time, and he scooped up the bed with his hands.

Then he groaned in his heart, and the person on the bed was slipped by him. In the dim light of the moonlight, he suddenly opened a pair of star-like eyes, and saw him half lying in the sarong at a glance.

Qu Shenzhou who woke up became that alienated person again.

I don't know if it's Liu Chongming's illusion, but he feels that Qu Shenzhou is farther away from him now than usual.

It's like a stray cat that has been fed by the side of the road. Suddenly one day, for unknown reasons, he becomes wary of him again, turns around and leaves, without even giving him a chance to redeem himself.

"You... fainted this afternoon." He tried his best to keep his voice soft, worried that because he went to bed without authorization, he would remind the other party of something bad in the past.

Qu Chenzhou looked at him, and after a while, turned over without making a sound, with his back to him.

Fuck it again!

Liu Chongming cursed in his heart.

He really hates Qu Shenzhou's stink of being silent at every turn, but right now he can't open his mouth, so he can only slowly get up from the ground, patted his clothes and was about to go back to the inner room, and took something from his sleeve come out.

It was a wooden hairpin that he saw on the way back. It had a simple style and a graceful and sharp curve. It made him feel a bit like this soft and sharp person, so he bought it.

But until he put the wooden hairpin beside the pillow and said "sleep well", until he retreated almost to the screen, the man didn't turn around, as if he was already asleep.

He left angrily, did not see Qu Shenzhou for a long time before turning his head slightly, pinched the wooden hairpin in his palm, and fell asleep.

"Stop it."

With his hair tied, Dan Lang jokingly pushed the person behind him, who smiled and hugged his waist from behind, not letting go.

"Going back so early? Chongming made rules for you? I haven't had enough fun yet."

The blush on Danlang's cheeks was still there, and he looked at him reproachfully: "If the lord has had enough fun, will I still have my life to leave this door?"

King Ning laughed softly: "Isn't it because Chongming didn't feed you enough, don't you look at how hungry you were just now?"

Dan Lang reluctantly complained a few words, then quickly painted his eyebrows in front of the mirror, took out a box of lip balm from his pocket, and dabbed it on his lips.

King Ning turned him over, palmed the back of his head, licked and bit off the grease on his lips.

"My lord!" Dan Lang said angrily, "I don't dare to delay today, someone will pick me up later."

"Isn't it just the two guards who followed you? My king has already asked them to take a walk outside and come back in time. What are you afraid of?"

"It's not them, it's the one in the prince's room."

Dan Lang didn't want to say it clearly.

Since he met King Ning a few times last time, something happened in the other courtyard, and the prince suddenly refused to let them go out. It was not until Xiao Shenzhou took the waist card and asked him to come out to relax a few days ago that he had the chance to come out .

The difference in treatment between the two of them made him ashamed and angry.

King Ning became interested: "What is that boat called? Chong Mingguang hides it and doesn't bring it out to play. Where is he? Show me too."

"My lord!" Dan Lang scolded, and after being coaxed for a few words, he said: "He has gone elsewhere, I said I came here to see some face, and left him separately."

He faced the mirror again, but the lip balm box was taken away.

King Ning took a little with the tip of his little finger, and dabbed it on Danlang's lips. After painting it, he pretended to eat it again, but was laughed and laughed away.

"Then go out quickly," he stuffed the lip balm into his arms, "I will miss this thing."

Dan Lang was a little bit reluctant, it was the lip balm that Qu Shenzhou had given him before, he had changed several kinds, but he liked the color and taste, and after using up a box, he went to the shop to get this again.

I don't know if I can get it again because I am left out in the cold.

But turning around and thinking about it, King Ning allowed him to take him away from the prince to go to the palace when the flood problem is over. Thinking about the good days in the future, there must be no shortage of a box of lip balm, and it will not be so painful .

There is no need to worry about how to enter Shizi's study.

If I knew I could match King Ning, why bother to agree to Jiang Changshi for 1000 taels of silver.

He went out first, and after a long time, King Ning went out Shi Shiran. Before he could reach the opposite side of the street, someone beside the carriage was already rushing towards him.

"My lord," the man invited him to the side of the street, and said softly, "My empress, please come to the palace right away."

"What are you doing again?" King Ning was displeased, every time his mother came to see him, nothing good happened, he was such an adult, he was always being treated like a grandson.

"The villain doesn't know, you will know when you enter the palace." The man asked him in the direction of the carriage: "Your Majesty is in a hurry, the clothes have already been delivered to the carriage, so don't go back home, change your clothes in the carriage." Please enter the palace as soon as possible."

"What have you been doing all this time!"

Facing his mother's furious anger, Mu Jingzhao didn't dare to really hide, the bright red bead flower fell on him and rolled down on the soles of his feet.

Just throw it away, what a waste of things.

He lowered his head, staring at the tip of his shoes and a little bead flower exposed under the hem of his clothes, and thought to himself, if he used it as a hairpin in those delicate hair in the mansion, it would definitely look good.

But now that he was being reprimanded by others, not only did he not dare to look at Zhu Hua twice, he didn't even dare to raise his head to meet people's gaze, so he could only glance at the person in front of him out of the corner of his eyes in disbelief.

Although the empress has passed her forty years, she has been properly maintained, her skin is smooth and delicate, and her beauty has not diminished, but she has been in charge of the harem all year round, her beauty is full of majesty and a little bit of meanness.

Seeing that Mu Jingzhao remained silent with drooping eyebrows, her fury seemed to be punched into the cotton, she immediately became even more angry.

"What have you been doing!" She had no time to spend with her son, and screamed, "Do you know that there is a flood in the south this year!"

"Know...know."

"It's gone just by knowing it? Huh?" The queen said angrily: "The emperor talked to me today, saying that Mu Jingde sent people to Jinnan Prefecture, where the flood was the worst, at the request of Zhezi. More and more refugees gathered outside the city , He said that he was afraid that the emperor would be frightened, so he personally led the Nan Ya to patrol back and forth."

"Mu Jingyan opened nine porridge shops outside the city to help the refugees. Do you know how many books in the imperial study room praise him to the sky?"

"Let's not talk about them, Bai Shiyan and the people from Beiya are guarding outside the city, and even Liu Chongming has recruited refugees to work and have something to eat. Now he is praised like a living Bodhisattva!"

"Do you think the emperor doesn't know anything in the palace? When he told me, my face almost fell to the ground!"

"Is Mu Jingde really kind? He guards the palace in the south office, and hangs around in front of the emperor all day long, for fear that the emperor will not see how hardworking and loyal he is!"

"Is Mu Jingyan a good person? His uncle shaves a little from the salt tax, which is enough to feed the people of the capital. What kind of porridge shop is it! It's not a drop in the bucket!"

"Is the Liu family and the Bai family paid for nothing? Once there is any movement in that stomach in the Lijing Palace, it will all be credited!"

"What did you do?! You were lucky enough to come out of my stomach. If you were someone else, you would have been sent away long ago!"

Mu Jingzhao was trained to be submissive, so he replied in a low voice, "Isn't uncle also..."

"Your uncle is your uncle!" The queen interrupted him: "Can the emperor put your uncle's affairs on your head? If it weren't for your uncle, would you still be standing here!"

Mu Jingzhao pouted, feeling wronged.

He was originally the only direct son, so the royal father only thought about his own background, and should not consider helping others.

As a result, he is now not only reduced to claiming the title of king with his brothers, but also pretends to work hard to compete with the brothers for the seat that should belong to him.

But no matter how unconvinced, he didn't dare to talk back to his mother, so he could only ask in a low voice, "Then... what should I do?"

This lack of assertiveness finally angered the queen, she took a few steps down the steps, raised her hand and slapped Mu Jingzhao's face heavily.

"Do you have a brain? You only know how to ask! You don't know how to think for yourself? That idiot Mu Jingde knows how to raise some staff, how about you? Don't think that I don't know what is raised in your house!"

"Smell yourself! It smells like makeup! How decent!"

This storm-like roar and anger not only made Mu Jingzhao silent, but the queen also roared with chest tightness and shortness of breath, her face flushed and she took a deep breath for a while, then suddenly covered her lips and coughed.

"Queen Mother, calm down." Mu Jingzhao didn't care about the burning pain on his face, and quickly helped her to sit aside, and knelt down pitifully at the side: "It's my son's fault, Queen Mother calm down."

The queen is too familiar with her son, and knows that this kind of insincere confession comes to him as soon as he opens his mouth. He is unrepentant and just about to scold, but his throat seems to be stuffed with a rag. Come.

She shuddered.