Si Tian Guan

Seeing that the eyes of the person in front of him were blurred, Qu Chenzhou snatched the incense stick from Liu Chongming's hand and threw it outside the door, and helped him into the room.

"You can't drink enough, why are you drinking so much again!"

He complained softly, and swiftly took off Liu Chongming's clothes. When he took off the jade pendant, he stroked it lightly for a moment, and then stuffed the jade pendant under the pillow.

Because I learned the lesson from last time, I dare not go beyond the rules this time.

When Liu Chongming was dragged into the door by him, he was still barely awake like a dog. He leaned against his neck and sniffed for a while, nibbling and biting, as if he had found a familiar smell.

Then he fell headfirst on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, letting him fiddle without moving.

It wasn't until the quilt was properly covered that Qu Chenzhou let out a sigh of relief, pulled off the curtain, and walked around the screen.

On the table outside, he also prepared two glasses of sake.

In the past, one of them was in the palace and the other was outside the palace, and they didn't dare to be too close to attract attention. It was a luxury to see more times, let alone celebrate their birthdays together.

I thought that after Chongming came back today, the two of them would take a sip of a drink anyway, and it was a wish to make up for the regret that they couldn't celebrate their birthday together before, but they didn't expect to be drunk again.

Chong Ming's drinking capacity is still the same as before.

He sat alone at the table for a moment, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

Although he always said to abandon his past, the person in front of him was Chongming after all, and it was the belief that supported him through his life. Those greedy thoughts that should not have would always float around like ghosts, unable to restrain them.

Perhaps the night is heavy, making people always think of those embarrassing pasts, and even pessimistic about the future.

After drinking both glasses of wine, Qu Shenzhou sat in a daze for a long time before blowing out the candle and going to sleep in the sarong.

Liu Chongming's throat was extremely dry.

I rushed to several banquets a day, although I tried my best to evade, but in the end my uncle drank several cups in a row, and my aunt helped to relieve the siege.

When being pushed into the carriage by Bai Shiyan, he only remembered that he kept clamoring loudly for something, and finally Shi Yan stuffed the thing into his hand impatiently, so he gave up.

I don't remember anything after that.

I don't know where I am lying now, I only know that my chest is full of fire, my voice is so hoarse, and in a haze, I seem to be calling someone's name.

There were only two words, and he called them very intimately and very familiarly.

Maybe it was Bai Shiyan or Fang Wuyang, it seemed that the two of them sent him back, but the three of them together made him feel that this scene seemed familiar, and it was an unlucky situation.

He was startled by his hoarse voice at first, and then found that not only the voice, but also the body seemed to be out of his control.

In response to his cry, someone roared in front of him.

"Why do you still call him by his name! Why do you still read him! Didn't he kill enough people!"

He could hear whose voice it was, trembling violently, as if a huge hole had been pierced through his heart, the biting cold wind was like a barbed knife, passing through it recklessly, he couldn't cover it, his whole body was chilled .

"It wasn't him...he wouldn't have done this, he must have been forced..."

"Who forced him?" Bai Shilei's voice was crying hysterically: "Liu Chongming, do you have any heart? So many members of the Liu family have died, do you still want to excuse him? Are you crazy!"

Liu Chongming struggled to get up, but his mind was at a loss, not knowing where he was going.

"He must need me very much now... There is no one around, I will go to him... I am not reconciled, I want to ask him in person..."

"Liu Chongming!" Bai Shilei snarled at him: "Second brother, if you want my father and the others to be unable to close their eyes underground, go find him now! Don't come back when you leave! When I, Bai Shilei, are blind !"

He was cut to pieces, trying to crumble into pieces, but there was always some fetter that sewn him together in a messy way, standing here broken.

"I'm not reconciled...I'm going to ask him, it's impossible for him to do this. Why did he do this to me?"

"It's him! It's him!" Bai Shilei grabbed his skirt and cried, "Why are you still obsessed with it! Look at my father! What about Uncle Wei and the others! People in the palace saw it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears. ! He said, 'The Bai family must be turned against'!"

"Look at him now, he is proud of himself, he is above ten thousand people! It's all piled up with everyone's bones!"

"Where does he have any difficulties! What is there to do!"

"No one has ever forced him! He just wants to climb up! He is a wolf-hearted white-eyed wolf!"

"Can't you see it! I've been lying to you from the beginning to the end! He is the man of King Huai!"

Liu Chongming's soul was pulled away one by one, and he fell to the ground, pulling his hair like crazy, speaking incoherently.

"Impossible, I have known him for so long, I can't be wrong, I know him. He said he loves me, he will not lie to me, I treat him so well, he is shy and shy, he will listen to me, we will Will get married..."

The surrounding suddenly became quiet, Bai Shilei disappeared, as if he had never existed, it was as quiet as a cemetery, so quiet that he could hear himself crying hoarsely.

He wanted to lie to himself, but he couldn't. Those people who used to be alive are no longer there.

"Marshal." There was a little light in the darkness, someone was speaking softly, as if afraid of irritating him: "There is news from the capital that Liu Niangniang is gone."

"It's gone..." Liu Chongming asked in a daze, "Why is it gone..."

"It is said that in the early court, he reported to the emperor that Liu Niangniang was in the cold palace and had a wicked seed. The emperor was furious..."

"Impossible!" He roared, feeling very confused, and he didn't even know what he was talking about—it was impossible for his sister to die, or it was impossible for that person to make a shameless false accusation.

"How is it impossible?" Someone answered his words frivolously: "Liu Qingru is filthy and disorderly in the court, so naturally he deserves death. Am I wrong?"

He suddenly stood up and grabbed the man's neck: "You still dare to see me! You still have the face to see me! Is it you! Is it you!"

The man didn't speak, and came to untie his clothes with ease, as if they had done it countless times.

"Come, kill me." Without any regret, the tip of his warm, slippery tongue licked repeatedly, biting his throat: "Come, pierce me."

Liu Chongming panted heavily like a wild animal catching prey, grabbed the man's thin waist, and slammed into the wall hard.

"I am going to kill you!"

They were so familiar with each other, the other party accepted him without resistance, even stretched out his arms around his neck, hung his head on his neck, urged him in a low voice, and bit him finely.

"I am going to kill you!"

He was on a rampage, he was sweating, he was in tears.

The man was still the same as before, patiently refusing to make a sound, and wanted to raise his hands to cover his eyes, but he twisted his hands behind his back, and they were more tightly attached, tightly fitting.

The rush was so hard that the man could only tilt his head back powerlessly, his satin-like long hair was entangled between their interlocking fingers, and the fragile and clean neck was within easy reach of him.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

With blood, tears and hatred in his mouth, Liu Chongming went to bite that vital point.

He was not willing to hurt that face, so he bit off the throat bone of the neck like a bloodthirsty flesh, until the two were covered with messy blood, and the heart that was bleeding with dirty blood was pulled out.

The person in the arms has lost its life and turned into a corpse.

They were still connected together, entangled in a tight corner, surrounded by heat and humidity, the beautiful neck and head were shaking slightly under his crazy force.

"I hate you..." Liu Chongming's heart was icy cold, he put his palm on the back of the corpse's head, and kissed his lips hard with blood, weeping blood from his heart, and whimpered softly: "I love you..."

There was light shining into the corner where they were hiding, and he saw the dead eyes of the corpse, a golden eye in the light, looking at him in a daze...

Liu Chongming woke up sweating profusely, the sky outside was dark and gloomy, he hadn't slept for long, the alcohol was still there, he couldn't struggle, and fell back on the bed exhaustedly.

The whole body is weak and weak, only his brother is full of spirit to show his sense of existence.

He lay on his back with his eyes closed, and endured for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back. When he stretched out his hand to hold it, he let out a small breath of relief.

The terrible mourning in the dream was too real, and the feeling right now is even more real. Longing and fear are intertwined. He wanted to distract himself several times to remember who the figure in his arms was, but he couldn't forget the bad news again and again.

who is it……

who's that person?

Are those things true?Or the fear in his heart?

Liu Chongming curled up in the quilt, recalling that warm and soft kiss, flustered and clumsy, but also the most eager appearance.

The man's whimpering whispers seemed to still ring in his ears.

"Chongming... Hurry up..."

His brows were furrowed, his whole body hurt from burning, but he didn't know whether it was because of too many distracting thoughts in his heart, or lack of real resistance in his arms. Still missing a piece of top stimulation.

The surrounding sounds seemed to disappear, he only heard his own heartbeat like a drum, and the rough breathing in his chest, which became more and more painful as time passed.

But gradually, something else was mixed in the noise, it was a familiar voice, as if someone was calling him.

Liu Chongming opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Qu Chenzhou standing in front of the bed with a lamp in his hand, and nudged him with his fingertips in concern: "My lord, wake up, did you have a nightmare?"

His mind was like sparks exploding in an instant, white light flew wildly, and it was full of blanks. Suddenly, he convulsed silently in the brocade quilt uncontrollably, and his hands were already slippery.

It took him a long time to catch his breath, and seeing Qu Chenzhou take a step back in shock, he obviously understood what happened just now, and immediately he was ashamed and annoyed, and roared sharply: "Who let you in! Get out!"

Qu Chenzhou knew he was abrupt, so he bowed to him without saying a word, and quickly backed out, extinguishing the candle outside.

Liu Chongming's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and he couldn't chase people and scold him, so he could only rest for a while, changed his clothes angrily, and leaned on the bed for a while.

Because of the accident just now, he even forgot the horrible situation in the dream. He was about to lie down and sleep, when he suddenly remembered in his heart—why did Qu Shenzhou come in to see him in the middle of the night.

It's because...he just called Qu Shenzhou's name.

With a hangover, Liu Chongming didn't wake up in a daze until almost noon when he didn't sleep well in the second half of the night.

There was no one in the outside room. After washing, he just left the bedroom when he saw Qu Chenzhou coming in from the moon cave door. His hair was tied high behind his head and he was wearing a mask. He could only see sweat on his forehead. Just came up from the ground.

Before he had time to be ashamed and annoyed, Qu Chenzhou saw him at a glance, turned around and ran away after a daze.

"stop!"

Liu Chongming also wanted to avoid it, but for some reason, seeing this man's appearance of avoiding him, his heart became angry for no reason, and he didn't want to avoid it.

Qu Chenzhou could only stand by the door of the moon cave, cast his eyes to one side, and called out, "Your Majesty."

Liu Chongming paced over, looked him up and down with a cold face, and asked coldly, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, I was planning to go out to eat," Qu Chenzhou said seriously, "Because I've been thinking recently, King Huai..."

Liu Chongming knew his little trick too well, if he let him go at this time, he would definitely not find him again in the next few days, so he interrupted his delusion of running away: "Come here together."

Qu Chenzhou pursed his lips, followed into the flower hall, put his hands obediently on his knees, and watched the servants put down the food and leave. From the corner of his eyes, Liu Chongming didn't intend to move his chopsticks, knowing that this hurdle would be difficult.

Liu Chongming looked at him coldly: "Continue talking, what happened to King Huai?"

Qu Chenzhou hasn't seen King Huai for a long time, so he doesn't know what happened to King Huai recently.

"talk."

He could only smooth things over for himself calmly: "King Huai recently... how is it?"

Liu Chongming looked at him indifferently, looked at the bamboo shoot chicken on the table, and dumped all his brains on his plate.

Although Qu Chenzhou made it clear that he would not mention what happened last night, he became even more annoyed in his heart: "Listen, rule six..."

"Rule five." Qu Shenzhou corrected him.

"I said six is ​​six!" Liu Chongming put the teacup away and said, "You are not allowed to enter the inner room without my permission! Did you hear that!"

Qu Chenzhou lowered his head, glanced at the bamboo shoot chicken out of the corner of his eye, and replied softly: "Yes."

"Have a meal."

Liu Chongming was thinking about the chopsticks, and seeing Qu Shenzhou take off the mask, and above the vertical and horizontal scars, a pair of clear pupils with different brilliance flowed, and suddenly remembered the golden pupil that had lost its spirit.

Every time he dreamed of the person he was skin-to-skin with, he couldn't draw the outline of the other person's face, so he could only use Qu Chenzhou's face instead.

That was a secret he couldn't tell, but now I'm afraid it has been guessed by others, but fortunately, the other party is smart enough to know not to reveal it.

When he woke up from a hangover, he had a headache so bad that he didn't want to talk, the food was stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it, so he could only hold the teacup and look at Qu Shenzhou from the rim, for some reason, his mind moved.

During the dinner yesterday, my uncle repeated the old saying that his birthday was a coincidence, it was the Double Ninth Festival, no wonder he had to change his name.

He had already drank a lot at that time, and said almost subconsciously, someone else happened to do it too.

After speaking, he was at a loss. He vaguely felt that he had seen another person's birthday, which seemed to be on the same day as his own, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Sitting face to face with Qu Chenzhou now, that point of confusion suddenly became clearer as if the clouds were cleared—the day he had seen on the same birthday as himself was on Qu Shenzhou's contract of sale.

The mixed chaos in his mind surged up again, and every time he tried to extract clues from it, he was repeatedly tied into a deadlock.

"Qu Chenzhou," Liu Chongming stared at the teacup in a daze for a moment, then suddenly asked, "When is your birthday?"

Qu Chenzhou's eyes flickered slightly, he stopped his chopsticks, and asked him calmly: "The son asked, is it mine, or Qu Chenzhou's?"