Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

From Cangsui Peak to Izuyun Peak, it takes only an hour to go back and forth.

Qingyuan stepped into Izuyun Peak Library Pavilion, He Louming followed behind him like a tail.

Qingyuan was sitting in the Book Collection Pavilion. On the black table were a few classics that he had just found. The handwriting on the yellowed pages was chic and elegant. Holding the scroll in his fair hand, accompanied by the smell of incense in the pavilion, he seemed like It is a delicate piece of jade, clear and flawless and gentle and modest.

He Louming scanned the scroll in his hand and found that it was all about the soul.

He pressed Qingyuan's brows with his cool fingers, and his tone was a little low, "Is it... Difficult to appease me?"

He already has a memory, but that's just from his point of view. Qingyuan didn't even have a relationship with Fengyue before, and he was forced to coax the two of them abruptly.

The book in his hand was gently closed, Qingyuan said, "It's not too difficult."

It's just that he was at a loss at the beginning, and in the end it was because he touched one before he succeeded in appeasing the other. If there is not only one spirit in the small world this time, he will come one by one.

He Louming glanced at his sharp wrist, and turned his eyes to his pensive eyes, "Why don't you...don't try to appease that area?"

Anyway, he tried to appease him at the beginning, but he failed, and now he is doing well, so there is no need to be tired again.

He said, "It's just a piece of spirit, if you don't want it, you don't want it."

There was no trace of joking on He Louming's face, he looked at Qingyuan seriously, now his eyes are no longer dark, and his eyes are more beautiful, black and white eyes staring at Qingyuan, like a simple child.

Qingyuan was slightly taken aback, and immediately waved to the latter. He Louming sat on his lap facing each other, put his arms around Qingyuan's waist, and looked at him quietly.

Qingyuan smiled, "That can't be done," he ran his fingers through his hair, "It's not difficult, it's just..." He paused when he said this, then remembered the things in the previous world, and asked hesitantly "What would you do if I was with another you?"

"Another me?" He Louming repeated in a subtly tone, "It's impossible to kill me after all, don't worry."

This made others say it a bit exaggerated, but it was much more normal for He Louming to say it. At the moment when he was the most possessive, Qingyuan would be threatened by He Louming to kill that person every few times he looked at others.

At that time, he was paranoid and gloomy, holding onto someone tightly, and refused to let go even if his hands were dripping with blood.

Qingyuan pondered for a while, thinking that this time he would definitely not provoke two souls at the same time. He slowly stroked He Louming's hair, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

He Louming tilted his head and touched his face, brushing his hair with a slight itchiness, "I'll be fine this time, I won't make so many troubles for you."

Qingyuan said, "What if you confuse the situation again this time?"

Just like in the last world, He Louming stimulated He Louxing vigorously, it was really a headache.

He Louming blinked, and said slowly, "I guess it won't happen this time." He fine-tuned slightly, even he said uncertainly, "After all, it's not that I didn't comfort you this time, it's just that I failed. It should be It can be of some use."

Seeing Qingyuan's helpless eyes, He Louming's heart softened, "I must be fine this time, otherwise I will comfort myself."

Qingyuan pressed his forehead against his white forehead, and didn't speak any more.

The two stayed here for a few more days, during which He Louming also went to the Demon Realm, there was Yin Yao in the Demon Realm, everything seemed to be fine.

In the inner room, He Louming looked at Qingyuan, closed his eyes slowly, Qingyuan touched his forehead, and his soul also went to the small world.

--small world

In the 22nd year of Dayong, Qingqi, the founding emperor, died of illness. It was said that he was located in Qingyuan, the crown prince.

It was September, and even though it was late autumn, there were still clusters of flowers in the imperial garden. The flowers of various colors cultivated by the capable hands of the flower house were in full bloom. Pines, cypresses and bamboos are delicate yet dignified.

Su An, the eunuch next to Emperor Jinren, looked around thirty, with slightly rounded cheeks, and a friendly smile, but in fact he was as careful as a hair, cautious and subtle to the extreme.

There was a court lady walking gracefully, holding a tray in her white hands, her hair was trembling slightly in the wind, she said softly, "Elder-in-law, this servant will present this to the emperor."

She lowered her head to reveal her delicate neck, and her body carried wisps of fragrance.

Su An flicked the whisk in his hand slightly, he calmly looked at the court lady in front of him, and said in a sharp voice, "What is this?"

The maid said, "It's tea for calming the nerves."

It was already afternoon, and Emperor Jinren was busy with business, so he had the habit of drinking tea.

Su An glanced at the white porcelain bowl on the mahogany tray, "Give it to our family, and our family will bring it in." As he spoke, he reached out to take it.

The maid was startled, and raised her head in surprise, revealing a white and gentle face, with plain teeth, vermilion lips, and water-cut pupils, although not stunning, it looked comfortable and gentle.

When she raised her head, she looked at a pair of heavy eyes, which seemed to be able to see through all her thoughts under the sharp eyes, panicked, and quickly lowered her head.

Su An sneered, took the tray, and said meaningfully, "The one in Yiyuan Hall is easy to talk to, but have you forgotten the one in Fanhua Palace?"

He looked at the maid in front of him whose complexion changed slightly, and reminded, "Mingji Palace".

The voice was obviously not loud, but it was like throwing stones like water. The maid's heart was shocked, and her complexion turned pale.

Emperor Jin Ren had no female relatives in the harem when he ascended the throne, and the only two were men. The ministers wrote a letter saying that they hoped that His Majesty would welcome concubines and concubines. After His Majesty refused, some court ladies in the palace became more active.

Not to mention the splendor and wealth after the birth of the prince, but Emperor Jinren Qingyuan alone has an elegant and gentle appearance of a banished fairy. Under such temptations, some people can't hold back their hearts.

The Mingji Hall is where His Majesty handles official duties. A court lady who insisted on her beauty dared to seduce Emperor Jinren, saying that she was willing to give birth to an heir for His Majesty so as to protect the safety of the dynasty, but she didn't know that the noble monarch was resting at the back of the hall that day.

After she said this, the arrogant and arrogant gentleman came out, whipped her in front of Emperor Jin Ren, ordered the guards to beat her half to death, and screamed all night until dawn before she died.

The palace lady's back was soaked in cold sweat in an instant, and she quickly knelt down and said, "Elder-in-law, this slave has been blinded by lard for a while, please forgive me." stand up.

Su An sighed slightly in his heart, "Forget it, if I really want your life, I won't make a sound to remind you, you can go down."

Emperor Jin Ren was only twenty and four, handsome and childless, what happened today would never be the last time.

only……

Su An sighed slightly, it is impossible for the supreme ruler of this country to be childless after all, the one in Fanhua Palace is now relying on his family to prevent the officials from talking about accepting concubines, but how long can this situation last.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it, but respectfully brought the tray in, "Your Majesty, tea to soothe the nerves."

Qingyuan reached out to pick it up, took a sip from his pale lips and put it down, "Su An," he said, "accompany me for a walk."

The autumn is crisp, and there are a few white clouds floating in the sky, like cotton wool.

Su An hurriedly responded, and the two walked slowly along the road in the palace. The red palace wall left the imprint of time, and the glazed tiles on the wall reflected the glint of light.

Qingyuan didn't sit in a walking chariot, but walked slowly with Su An, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on her body, carrying a faint warmth.

Su An picked out some funny words to tell His Majesty, Qing Yuan also curled up his lips to save face, at this moment a little eunuch knelt down in front of the two of them with a plop, his forehead touched the ground, and hurriedly said, "I beg your majesty Go and see Wang Jun, he has been ill for many days."

In the end, his eyes were red, his forehead kept touching the ground, with the determination to die.

Qingyuan paused, and then ordered him to get up, "Gu Jing is... sick?"

After saying that, he turned around and set foot on the road to Yiyuan Hall, Su An panicked and hurriedly followed.

Yiyuan Hall, inner room.

The man on the bed had some abnormal blush on his face, his black hair drooped down, his exposed wrist was thin and pale, and the light blue blood vessels on it were somewhat fragile. There was a snow-white and wet sweat towel on his forehead. It is a bitter medicinal taste.

A thin and thin eunuch stood by his side, saw Qingyuan hurriedly got up and saluted, but Qingyuan waved his hand to stop him, he frowned slightly and looked at the figure on the bed, his voice was a little low, "What did the imperial doctor say?"

The eunuch said, "The imperial doctor has already come to see her. He said that the fever caused by the cold weather has left him with medicine, but the low-grade fever has not improved for three days."

He begged in a low voice, "Your Majesty, please don't blame Wang Jun. Wang Jun didn't let the slave to pass on the message to you. The slave made his own decision."

Qingyuan looked at the sick-looking person on the bed, even with his eyes closed, he still seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

He lowered his voice and said to the eunuch, "You all go out, I am here alone."

Su An's lips moved, but she wanted to say something but didn't speak, she just bowed and backed out.

There were only two people left in the huge hall, Qingyuan looked at Gu Jing's pale palm, thought for a while, and pulled up the quilt to cover him, but he didn't expect this action to make the person on the bed open his eyes.

Gu Jing's voice was hoarse. After seeing the figure in front of him, he opened his eyes wide. He reached out to touch him, but he stopped halfway, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, you are here."

His voice was weak, but a pair of tea-colored pupils shone with light, clearly showing hope, but he closed his eyes again and murmured, "Your Majesty, let's go, don't make your lord angry."

Qingyuan stretched out his hand to hold his palm, the person in front of him was burning hot on his forehead, but his hand was icy cold, "It's nothing," Qingyuan said lightly, "I'll be here to accompany you."

Gu Jing took a breath when he heard the words, he didn't speak again, and slowly moved his body inside, "Your Majesty, come up, it's cold in the evening, my illness won't be contagious."

Hearing this, Qingyuan slowly took off his boots and got on the couch, and the people around him curled up together, making a lot of space for him.

He rubbed his fingers slowly for a moment, then patted Gu Jing's back lightly, with a hint of confusion in his voice that he didn't even notice, "It seems like I haven't seen you for a month."

Usually Gu Jing seldom attends palace banquets, but when I saw him today, I saw that the eldest son Gu Jing, who was the son of the former Taifu and the healthy and gentle eldest son in his memory, was so thin that he looked so thin.

There seemed to be water gliding through Gu Jing's eyes, and a drop of warm liquid fell down the corner of his eyes. He said calmly, "I rarely leave the Yiyuan Hall, so it's only natural that Your Majesty hasn't seen it."

This is just superficial talk, and there is another reason that both of them know well.

Your Majesty Huo Yanyu couldn't tolerate the sand in his eyes, but this arrogant and congenial person did not become a king after all.

The author has something to say: The four souls were split from the first world.

There are two in the harem, and the rest haven't come out yet.

清远也没了记忆。感谢在2021-03-2322:27:56~2021-03-2422:46:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Fushen and Taoyao; 5 bottles of Qingyuan; 3 bottles of Yayaya; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!