Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

With his toughness, he saw that Qingyuan's complexion was a little worse, there was a kind of shallow anger in the corners of his brows and eyes, and there was no warmth on his face, only a refreshing chill.

He Louming raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked straight at the past with some sharp eyes, and the two of them came to a stalemate invisibly.

After a while, Qingyuan glanced at the porridge on his lips, raised his hand to take it, and said coldly, "I'll do it myself!"

He has hands and feet, why should he be fed by others, even if he is fed, it can't be He Louming.

He Louming let him take the bowl in his hand, he watched Qingyuan drink the porridge spoon by spoon, "I thought you were going to knock it over with your hand."

Qingyuan glanced at him, "I won't make things difficult for myself."

There is something to eat and drink, so why bother with porridge, if he wants to take some medicine, even if he doesn't eat anything, the latter still has a solution.

Rubbing between his fingers, He Louming said meaningfully, "You are not willing to suffer."

Qingyuan only glanced at him, but didn't speak.He Louming rested his chin on his hand to watch him finish the drink, took it himself and put it on the table beside him, the door was gently pushed open, someone walked away with his head bowed, and the room returned to silence.

Qingyuan looked at He Louming who was doing nothing at the side, and his eyes turned to the other's upturned lips. This person usually doesn't smile much, and looks a bit deep, but now he keeps smiling when he sees him, but not like Huo Yanyu It was so bright and wanton, but it seemed to be wearing a mask.

He Louming narrowed his eyes. He has always been keen, but now he can distinguish the meaning in the other person's eyes almost instantly. He gently stroked the blanket with the pattern of waterfowl embroidered with his palm, "Who were you thinking about just now? Your The king or the noble king?"

Qingyuan's expression was unclear, "He Louming," there seemed to be a dark fire hidden in his eyes, "I'm thinking who is none of your business."

He Louming raised his lips, his eyes were as real as he was, staring at the other party presumptuously and calmly, scanning the other party's facial features inch by inch, "Of course it's none of my business," he said word by word, "After all, you We will never see them again."

There was a bit of malice in his smile, as if he finally got what he wanted, lowered his voice, and said clearly in Qingyuan's ear, "I'm going to lock you up, and you won't be able to see him from now on." Your dear king and noble lord."

There was a scorching breath coming from his ears, Qingyuan didn't take it seriously, he didn't even pay attention to the other party's threat, so he could only speak leisurely, "If you want to lock me up and get the throne, you are too naive."

The name is not right and the words are not going well, at least it is a banner.

He Louming sneered, and he stretched out his hand to brush Qingyuan's black hair slowly, his eyes were full of shocking possessiveness, "Let's try it."

What he wanted was never a throne...

After a very unkind and friendly conversation, Qingyuan was taken to the carriage again. Beiyuan was a ten-day journey away from the capital, let alone in the carriage.

He took a rough look at the surrounding scene, and found that this place is also a bustling place. Although the passers-by on the street are not wearing silk and satin, they are also wearing cotton clothes and cotton shoes. There are no ragged people on the street. In the morning, he glanced over and saw several young children playing in groups on the side of the street, with rosy faces and innocent and happy smiles.

Qingyuan felt a little more at ease in his heart. He spent most of his days in the palace. Most of the folk affairs were read from the memorials. What you see may not be real.

But after a few glances, he got into the carriage, and then sat calmly, with a simple and calm posture.

He Louming sat beside him and handed over a cup of brewed tea, "Your Majesty really deserves to be the king of a country, and he still cares about the country at this time."

Qingyuan took it and said lightly, "If I sit in this position for a day, I will care about it for a day." Speaking of this, he looked at He Louming instead, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes, "What about you?"

He Louming thought for a few seconds before he realized that what he was talking about was about Yan Yun. He didn't know what to think, and his smile faded a little, "I don't care about Yan Yun's affairs, so it's not worth my trouble."

Qingyuan paused for a moment, then remembered some rumors, after the king of Yan became a marquis and a prime minister, he took over a poor wife from the countryside.

Not every man will always love his lover when he was down and out after becoming successful and famous, and He Louming's mother was the wife when King Yan was in poverty. It is the dream of many women for her husband to find a Marquis .

Afterwards, she bid farewell to the poor life and enjoyed the wealth and glory, but at the same time, she was also locked in a house and lost her freedom. Which one is better can only be said to be a different choice for each person.

But He Louming's mother passed away when he was six years old. She survived the flames of war, experienced freezing and starvation, and finally died in the warm and prosperous backyard.

It was just a moment of thoughts drifting away, Qingyuan regained his senses and took a sip of tea without speaking.

He Louming didn't open his mouth either, he could only hear the slight sound of the wheels of the carriage turning, the hustle and bustle of the street gradually faded away, and everything became quiet again.

—— Palace

Huo Yanyu looked at the people below the steps coldly, he was panicked, but he calmed down miraculously at this moment, his heart seemed to be divided into two pieces, one half pulled along with Qingyuan, and the other half made him separate from any emotion and calmly talk to him People are discussing.

He turned to the people beside him, "National Teacher, what should we do?"

Jingchen frowned, and quickly counted a few times between his fingers, "Your Majesty is fine, I can feel it." He took a few breaths, "I can feel His Majesty's whereabouts, but as the distance gets farther away The connection has weakened."

He has sent an order to strictly inspect the gates of the city, but the journey is far away, and he does not know how long it will take when the order is passed on.

This matter can only be done in secret, which increases the difficulty invisibly.

He touched the tortoise shell, "Go and write a letter to the Queen Mother. Now this impostor can't be killed, he has to stay in the capital."

The disappearance of His Majesty is enough to cause panic. Even if it is a fake, he must be used to stabilize the courtiers.

Huo Yanyu nodded, "I know." That's why he didn't whip a whip at that time.

Jingchen's face suddenly became tangled, and he said slowly, "There is one more question, who will approve the memorial?"

Huo Yanyu was taken aback for a moment, "I can only approve Ann Zhe." I usually write "I know, I have read it" or something, but I have never approved the Zong Zhe.

Not to mention the Chinese affairs involved, he just doesn't know that handwriting. With Huo Yanyu's brain, he really can't do this kind of extremely technical thing.

The two looked at each other for a while, Huo Yanyu touched the whip, a strand of hair on his forehead drooped, looking a little depressed for no reason, and then slowly said, "Gu Jing will approve."

At the beginning, Gu Jing and Qing Yuan were the two with the best grades, and Gu Jing wrote good handwriting. If he was asked to imitate Qing Yuan's handwriting, it would still be possible.

Huo Yanyu usually made troubles in front of Qingyuan, and was always clear about major matters. Although he didn't like Gu Jing at this time, he didn't hide it.

The palace that made Qingyuan worry unceasingly showed a strange calm at this time. Huo Yanyu stared at the counterfeit, Gu Jing came out from the Yiyuan Hall to review the memorials for him, Jingchen stared at the people in the court during the day, and the queen mother also came out of the Buddhist temple. come back.

She is an extremely capable and strong mother. After hearing that her son was missing, she was still amazingly calm. She issued orders in an orderly manner, and the sun and moon rose in the palace as usual.

As for Qingyuan, he basically spent the day in the carriage and rested in the courtyard along the road at night. He was basically stared at by He Louming all day, and it was impossible for him to do anything deliberately, but fortunately, he was calm and calm, and occasionally Say a word or two with He Louming.

He originally thought that this superficially peaceful situation could last for a few more days, until He Lou Mingzhong broke into his room in the middle of the night, this superficially peaceful situation was like a porcelain bowl thrown on the ground, completely shattered.

The candlelight in the room was dim, and after Qingyuan finished his bath, he sat quietly on the couch in his underwear. Walking in, He Louming was chilled all over, his face was a little pale, but his lips were as red as blood.

He Louming licked his lips, staring quietly at Qingyuan with a pair of eyes like a deep pool, like a fierce beast that has locked its prey, its eyes seemed to be looking at its own possessions, it was a bit frightening.

The meaning of the corners of his lips was unknown, he only used his slightly cool fingers to slide slowly along Qingyuan's brow bone, and approached slightly, the tip of his nose exuded a faint fragrance, faintly like a lotus flower.

He Louming's lips and teeth were tender, his hand slowly slid to the Adam's apple, he circled the protruding place with his fingers, and then said slightly, "Qingyuan..."

The tone is quiet, like a ghost in the dark night, with a hint of lingering.

The author has something to say: Good guy, He Louming is really bad... (frowning and pointing)