Si Tian Guan

When he came out of Hou Mansion, it was raining cats and dogs.

The servants who had been waiting outside the door opened the umbrella for Liu Chongming, and he took the umbrella, and even drove the servants away, holding the umbrella and walking slowly towards the other courtyard.

He was a little thankful to Heitian and the heavy rain, so that no one would see his embarrassment.

It was just a quarrel, he already had a reason to quarrel, and he also had a stomach full of irritability and anger that had nowhere to vent.

Sure enough, Dan Lang was dead, beaten to death by his mother, his questioning became the fuse.

Mother held up the account book and began to scold him sharply—it turned out that even if he didn't come to the door, mother would not easily let go of this opportunity.

"Look at your current appearance, addicted to sex, ignorant, you don't look like a half-child! Don't you feel ashamed!"

"If Qingyan is still alive! How can it be your turn! You don't want to imitate him, are you planning to let others see a joke about our Andinghou Mansion?"

"You will find your father by yourself in a while, and tell him that you will move back to live!"

"When I went out, I said it nicely, but it turned out! I know how to raise something neither human nor ghost in the yard!"

"Follow King Ning every day, he is the first prince, what do you care about! If you don't become an official, the Liu family will be defeated in your hands!"

"If I knew you were like this, I might as well not have given birth to you. Even Qing Chi is more sensible than you!"

Liu Chongming's anger was completely ignited.

"What do I like to do, don't worry about it!"

"Before you gave birth to me, did you ask me if I would like to be born by you?!"

"Since you didn't think about how to be a mother, why did you give birth to us!"

"Since you and my father hate each other, why do you insist on being together, and why do you want to give birth to us!"

He received a fiery slap across the face, and it was the first time that Hou An Ding, who had rushed over, did not turn towards his son.

Liu Chongming changed his hand to hold the umbrella, his back was hurt, and his shoulders hurt too, so he couldn't hold it with one hand for a long time.

Just now, he thought, the stubbornness in Qu Chenzhou's bones was really similar to him.

It seemed that he even suspected that Bai Shiyan's guess was right, the soul in Qu Shenzhou's body might be him in his previous life.

They're all pretty annoying.

His father asked him to kowtow to his mother to apologize, and he gritted his teeth and refused to admit his mistake, perhaps as abominable as Qu Shenzhou, which forced his father to break the family law in a rage.

Although he was kneeling on the ground, he insisted on refusing to bow his head. After eighteen sticks, the last two hit his younger brother who suddenly rushed over, and the farce came to an abrupt end.

When Qing Chi pushed him out of the door, he looked at his red-eyed father and his wailing mother, and suddenly wanted to hug Momo and cry.

But he was alone in the heavy rain, there was nothing for him to hug, he was so lonely that his bones were cold.

Really enough.

Has anyone come to tell him that what he is seeing is just a nightmare.

Impulsively, he really wanted to kneel there and let someone beat him to death, but in the end he just calmly asked the government doctor to see Qingchi's injury, got up unsteadily, put on his clothes and went out.

On the way out of the main hall to the gate, he was drenched long ago, and it didn't matter whether he opened an umbrella or not, as long as there was a shelter, he was not so miserable and desolate.

There was muddy water flowing across the ground under the heavy rain, and the boots rolled over it, making a disgusting sound of sticky water.

He stomped his foot suddenly, and the splashed mud collapsed all over his body.

"It's disgusting." He spat out the mud in his mouth against the rain and muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was talking about muddy water, himself, or something else.

The other courtyard is not far from Hou's Mansion, even if you walk slowly, you will arrive soon.

In fact, he didn't need to enter the inner courtyard, he could guess the situation in the courtyard, if it was Dan Lang, even if he didn't dare to get up, when he saw him coming back, he would crawl over crying and beg him for forgiveness.

But that figure knelt straight even in the heavy rain, like a rooted tree, and didn't look back at him.

Steward Lin came up to meet him, saw him staring at the courtyard with a sullen face, he hesitated for a moment, but said carefully: "Master, Brother Xiao Qu has already realized his mistake, he is young and ignorant, please be generous and let him go this time."

"Is it wrong?"

Liu Chongming only thought it was funny, just looking at this kneeling posture, he obviously refused to admit his mistakes, very much like him just now.

He waved his hand to interrupt Steward Lin's words, and asked people to go down. Then he walked in front of Qu Shenzhou, put away his umbrella, and called out in a deep voice, "Qu Shenzhou."

Qu Chenzhou's back was straight, but his eyes were scattered in front of him, and he didn't know where he fell in the void.

The sound of the rain seemed to never stop, and the noise was endless, but it seemed that there was an extraordinarily peaceful space between the sky and the earth, and he was the only one left.

The Jinwu Guards dragged away the corpse, and the hall of Zhonghe became deserted.

The heavy rain was like a waterfall, washing away the blood that hadn't dried up in front of the steps and flowing around.

He took off his official uniform to block it, desperately trying to keep some of it, but the palace servants came to drag him away, and swept the steps clean with the rain.

"General Bai!" He couldn't remember if he had screamed.

In fact, he didn't need to call him that, General Bai had already recognized him and Chongming in private, and Chongming encouraged him to call him "Uncle" many times.

Uncle and aunt treat him like a parent and child, and when they enter the palace during festivals, aunt will make several food boxes full for him in advance, as if they are afraid that he will starve in the palace.

General Bai also specially instructed that if Chongming bullied him in the future, he would tell his uncle, and his uncle would ask him to get it back.

But from now on, there will be no more, no more Bai Shining, no more uncle and aunt, it is he who destroyed the Bai family with his own hands.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, it seemed that someone kept asking: "Qu Chenzhou, do you know your mistake? Do you know your mistake?"

"Am I wrong?" He also murmured to himself, then shook his head in a trance: "I'm not wrong."

Something hard lifted his jaw, forcing him to look up, and someone called his name.

Through the rain curtain glowing under the lamp, he was in a trance, barely discernible, and it took a long time to shrink his pupils slightly, vaguely feeling that this figure was very familiar.

"You also...do you think I'm wrong?" He moved his lips, but couldn't make a sound. Then he remembered that he should have been dumbed down by poison.

The umbrella tip moved away from his chin and landed on his chest, with a sudden force, he fell face up in the mud.

Looking at the sky, the continuous raindrops reflected the light of the lights from time to time, like a curtain falling from the sky, reminding him of the heavy snow in those days, and the people galloping here on horseback in the morning sun.

"Chongming..."

With a low cry in his heart, he struggled to get up.

The other party seemed to be irritated by his stubbornness, and before he knelt down again, he hit him on the shoulder again.

This time when he fell down, the tip of the umbrella came up and hit his collarbone, making him unable to stand up, and the oncoming rainwater poured into his mouth and nose, making him unable to breathe.

He closed his eyes tightly, panting heavily, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he stretched out his hand to hold the tip of the umbrella and moved it to the throat bone.

hurry up.

He thought wearily, since it was about to end, let's have a good time.

Wiping the bronze mirror in the bathroom that was blurred by steam, Liu Chongming saw the injury on his back.

The spine stick is made of solid mahogany, and he is an experienced practitioner. There were a few bluish-purple bumps, but the skin was not broken. Apart from the severe pain, it was nothing to him.

But the one in his arms is not as strong and durable as he is.

He didn't need to wait for the government doctor to come to see him, but when he carried him back to the house, he noticed that Qu Chenzhou was burning hot all over his body, and his mind was blurred. He hurriedly asked the government doctor to cook medicine to reduce the fever, and at the same time ordered his servants to prepare Bath medicine soup.

He originally hated him so much that he didn't want to touch this person, and planned to ask Steward Lin to take him down to wash off the mud, but when he turned his head and thought about Qu Shenzhou being taken off his clothes in a hurry, he changed his mind.

The bath is spacious, and there are warm stone benches under the water, which is convenient for people to sit on.

He turned his face to the side, fumbled to tear off the belt first, and took off his muddy jacket and pants, leaving only a pair of wet underwear.

The thumb has been inserted into the last layer of belt, and the fingers are pressed against the smooth skin, but it seems that there is no strength.

Qu Shenzhou still fell into a coma, with his head hanging on his neck, exhaling hot air towards his chest with his breath, the skin under his palm was soft and smooth.

For a moment, he regretted his impulsiveness very much.

"Are you awake!"

After the hatred and impulse passed, courage also slipped away without a trace.

He swallowed hard, stared at the distance, and threatened in a low voice: "Don't get up again! I'll strip you naked! I'll count one, two, three!"

He silently recited the Qingjing Sutra, but he couldn't help but think of what he saw in Huanyi Tower that day, the silver ball dripping with crystal clear body fluid, and suddenly felt that his whole body was going to burn together.

"three!"

No one responded to his threats.

Liu Chongming could only admit that he was cowardly, leaving the last one behind, and carried him into the water.

The pool water lightly supported the two of them, Qu Chenzhou floated up, his lips pressed against his chest, and rubbed against him.

Liu Chongming's legs were weak, his feet slipped, and the two of them rolled down the steps together.

As if with divine help, he raised his arms in time and put Qu Shenzhou's head and face on the water. After a while, he gasped heavily and spit out a few mouthfuls of water. He stood up dripping wet and sat down on the jade bench by the pool.

"You fucking... don't have that ability, so don't be so stubborn with others!"

He asked Qu Chenzhou to face him and sit on his lap, and finally found a comfortable position, not so strenuous to lift, and couldn't help cursing: "You know how to make trouble for me!"

A ladle of water poured down slowly, and he washed the long, soft hair hanging from his shoulders with one hand.

After pouring the decoction on the rain-soaked and hot body, there was an inexplicable joy, as if the wild cat on the roadside had finally been lured home, and even the depression and pessimism after the quarrel dissipated.

In the space of only the two of them, I felt extraordinarily peaceful.

Maybe what Shi Yan said is right, this is him in another world, trying every means to come to him, and doing his best for him.

"You..." He squinted carefully, making sure that Qu Chenzhou hadn't woken up, and then complained softly, "Can you always be so good?"

Of course no one will answer him, but his arms are full and his mood is peaceful. This feeling is an unprecedented comfort, and it is the feeling of not being lonely after his brother left for a long time.

He lowered his head slightly, touching the person's cheek. I wonder if it was his illusion. Ever since he was hugged into the water, Qu Chenzhou's body seemed not so hot, and the breath he exhaled was not so hot.

"I asked you to heal your face, but you refused to listen." Fingers caressed the criss-crossing scars: "You know how to fight against me, but you don't know how to take good care of yourself."

Although Qu Chenzhou would definitely reply him with silence even if he said this on a normal day, but he was not as obedient as he is now.

"Actually, I know that your idea is right. To frustrate a few of them is also to pave the way for me in the future."

Liu Chongming said to himself: "You passed out that day, and the doctor said you were overtired. I know you were using too much force. After all, what you are using now is someone else's body, and it is definitely not suitable for you. Be careful. "

"What kind of person were you in your previous life?"

"Are you so self-willed, has anyone reminded you to take care of yourself?"

When he said this, he himself found it ridiculous. If there was such a thing, how could Qu Chenzhou develop such a withdrawn temperament? Thinking about it this way, it's pitiful.

"Actually, I should thank you, but I can't thank you. I hate... being dragged around like this... So you have to apologize to me."

It's just talking, anyway, he knows Qu Shenzhou's stubborn temper, so he can't be subdued.

There was no one else around, he rubbed his wet black hair with his cheek, and said softly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I won't lose my temper with you in the future."

When he was in the yard, he didn't really want to humiliate people, but the phrase "get up" seemed to be his own weakness. He couldn't lower his head and could only hope that the other party would give him a step up.

Unexpectedly, Qu Chenzhou put on a posture of wanting to die, and he could only be defeated.

"Why, how can you be so stubborn? When... can you stop going your own way and think about relying on me a little bit?"

He sighed, feeling delusional.

He raised his hand and poured another ladle of water, twisting the pool water downwards to wash away the mud in front of him, and then happily flowed down the ridge groove in the middle of the butterfly bone, and sank into a small slit exposed from the low waistband.

Liu Chongming's eyes couldn't help chasing the water, piercing it together.

The two arcs beside the ridge groove and the belt form a very small shadow area, which is like magic, and people can't move their eyes, just want to follow in and have a look.

That wet ball, that curvaceous waist, mixed with the deep panting in the dream, and the happiness surrounded by moisture, beat against the head like huge waves.

And the person who covered his eyes with the back of his hand and wept silently was in his arms at this moment.

As if possessed by a demon, his finger traced down the ridge until it touched the narrow gap before he suddenly woke up. When he realized his gaffe, he hurriedly turned his face away, but at a glance, he saw Qu Shenzhou's lower back.

He stood on tiptoe, raised his knees, and the person kneeling in his arms slumped down because of this posture, bending out a soft arc.

The two deep waist pockets were filled with water, rippling and rippling, as if calling him.

The two waist eyes under the tulle instantly lost their color that day.

His fingertips seemed to be spinning out of control, and he was reluctant to take it out. Suddenly, he wanted to show King Ning, so it was ecstasy.

And the place that Qu Chenzhou sternly warned not to touch before, is now exposed in front of him without any power to fight back.

It was a birthmark, about the size of a palm, and because it was viewed from the shoulder, it could only be seen to be odd in shape and not real.

It was also light brown, the same as the one in front of him, as if the same thing was broken apart, and the two of them each held half of it.

Liu Chongming laughed at himself in his heart. Isn't everyone's birthmarks the same color? Why can't he help himself to be sentimental, but his fingers have touched it so naturally.

Maybe it was because the dream was too real, he always felt that this birthmark should be in his hands.

The person in his arms trembled slightly when he touched it with his fingertips, but after a few gropings with his palm, a very low guttural sound came out in his ear.

This scratching sound was like catkins in March piercing into the ear, itching almost maddeningly.

Before Liu Chongming's scalp tingled and wanted to push him away, Qu Shenzhou who was in a coma opened his eyes in a trance.

It was as if he had traveled thousands of miles, extremely tired, and only raised his eyes to confirm that it was him, then closed his eyes, but slender arms climbed up, wrapping intimately around his neck.

"You..." His arms were trembling with his voice, and he could only squeeze out words word by word through his clenched teeth, pretending to be harsh: "You let go! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Qu Chenzhou found a comfortable place in his neck, and pressed against him without moving, not letting go. After a while, he slightly lifted his small chin, and exhaled in his ear.

For the first time, he heard a soft, even aggrieved voice begging for forgiveness.

"I was wrong, don't be angry..."