Live together with Qing

Wei Changsheng came and went to Murong Duan's study no less than ten times, but every time he came in, he would still be dazzled and dazzled by the vast collection of books that filled the walls.

In this study room, apart from the desk, chair, four treasures of the study, and the soft couch under the bay window, the rest are just books.

Did Murong Duan read too many books and his mind became not so good?

"Let me ask you why you want to be an official." Murong Duan dropped the first question righteously before Wei Changsheng could stand still.

Wei Changsheng twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling like he was being watched by the interviewer.How to answer, in order to improve people's lives?For the rise of XX?

He carefully observed Murong Duan's expression, and felt that he didn't want to hear this.

"I, thinking about it, became an official to protect myself." Wei Changsheng laughed at himself, "I'm an orphan, with no one to rely on, and I want to gain a foothold in Dongqingdu. Apart from being able to read and write, I can't seem to do much."

He rehearsed these words many times, which was enough to move him enough, but he was disappointed to find that Murong Duan was completely unmoved, and even raised his eyebrows.

"Self-protection? This can't be regarded as a goal. What kind of life do you want to live, the little rich will be safe, and the family will have a good wife in fertile land, so you don't have to worry about food and drink?" Murong Duan didn't realize it when he said the word "beautiful wife" choked up.

Wei Changsheng looked at Murong Duan quietly, there was an undercurrent in the man's eyes, and he forbeared without saying a word.He had a strange feeling that maybe if he could pass Murong Duan's barrier today, he would be truly safe.

Wei Changsheng puffed up his chest slightly, and there was a pool of clear spring in his eyes, "I want to be like your lord."

This answer caught Murong Duan by surprise, and a bit of dissatisfaction began to rise, "Like me? What kind of me?" He didn't like the way he was now, and he suppressed the urge to explode all the time.

The new emperor is a vicious man, he is dissatisfied with his words, and sometimes pretends to be stupid, and he doesn't care about Jiangshan Sheji at all.A prisoner who has been imprisoned in the dark for more than ten years, after seeing the light of day, is not grateful for freedom, but hates the sunlight that hurt his eyes.Murong Duan was always speculating about Dijun's real intentions, and he was really bored to death.

And his elder sister, Murong Jin, who knew that she was no longer young, and her beauty was fading, she loves him. She was deeply afraid that the emperor would no longer favor her, and she always wanted her younger brother to have even more prestige in the court, so that she could fulfill her mother's desire to honor the world. dream.

Wei Changsheng noticed the subtle anxiety, and spoke in a calm and unhurried manner, "I want to be like an adult, able to control my own life and choose the life I want to live."

These words are like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves in Murong Duan's heart.

He suddenly put away the breath around him, lowered his eyes, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were not happy. "I didn't even know that I could control my own life, Zixiu is really absurd."

Wei Changsheng took a deep breath, "No matter what adults say, in my opinion, these are the lives adults are willing to live. Changsheng only wishes to be like adults and have the right to choose."

Never live by other people's expectations again.

Murong Duan finally laughed out, with admiration overflowing from the corners of his eyes, "Then you still have a long way to go as a sixth grader."

Wei Changsheng cupped his hands, "That depends on whether your lord is willing to help me."

"Why should I help you?" Murong Duan carefully studied every subtle expression on Wei Changsheng's face.

Wei Changsheng pondered for a moment, "Because I have become stronger, I can also help you."

"Then how do I know, will you harm me then?"

Wei Changsheng sighed in his heart, this person is the axis.He slowly dragged his steps and walked in front of Murong Duan. Well, he was still half a head shorter than him, and the right time and place taught him that he had to compromise at this moment.

Forget it, who made me like you.

There were sparks in his eyes, and his thin face exuded a faint luster under the lamp. Suddenly, without warning, he reached out to touch Murong Duan's cheek, and he could feel Murong Duan's face froze slightly in his palm, "I said that Yeah, I said I like grown-ups."

Murong Duan's heart was beating wildly, and his mouth was suddenly dry. Wei Changsheng actually took the initiative to put his hand on his waist and pulled him over.

Then, kissed him.

Murong Duan only felt his soul fly away, but Wei Changsheng pressed his whole body against him without knowing his life or death.

Wei Changsheng really wanted to grab a pillow and bite it in his mouth, and I was about to be thrown off by the corner of the table.

He unconsciously scratched at the table, and pulled out half a note from an open book. He had no time to care about what was written on it, but the flamboyant handwriting that he had laughed at in the "medical practitioner's handwriting", He definitely would not admit his mistake, it was written by Ding Shangshu, who was promoted by Si Tianxian.

Some thought flew through his mind, but he was unable to grasp it, and his consciousness gradually flew.

......

The night became extremely long.

He really wanted to faint immediately, but he didn't know if he could faint so that the other party could stop.

I don't know how long it took, he felt in a daze that Murong Duan seemed to reach out his hand, touching his cheek repeatedly, he was tired and sleepy, he closed his eyes on purpose, and then... really fell asleep.

When the next day was bright, Wei Changsheng woke up wobbly, and then found himself wearing clean underwear, sleeping on Murong Duan's bed, but there was no one around him.

Gan!The man who patted his ass and left after finishing the work is really annoying!

After he washed up, he saw the servants serving him two bowls of porridge, and this self-loathing became even stronger.

"Young Master Wei, your lord has said that he will go to court first, so that you can rest today."

Fuck you horse.

When Wei Changsheng limped into Yizhi, Wang Muren looked at him with doubts on his face, "Changsheng, didn't you ask for leave? They said you were hit by a horse, so you lost your waist."

Wei Changsheng took off his boots, and slammed them on Wang Muren's face, "You were hit by a horse."

Oh my god, it seems that I really twisted my waist this time.

"Changsheng." Wang Muren happily embraced Wei Changsheng's shoulders, "Come to my house for dinner today. My mother is in a good mood recently, and she asked me to invite you home for dinner several times."

Wei Changsheng's legs trembled under Wang Muren's weight, and the pain was unbearable. At first, he wanted to decline, but then he thought he didn't know what to say when he went back to see someone today, so he readily agreed.

The time of going to work and fishing always passed very fast. The two of them seized the time and got up tacitly at the moment when the retreat drum sounded, strolled to the gate of Yizhi, and ran away.

"Woo...wow, Changsheng, you don't have pain in your waist and legs. Why are you running so fast?" Wang Muren's face was full of sweat, and he stumbled and staggered, out of breath, and didn't understand what Wei Changsheng looked like when he stepped out of the gate. As if seeing a ghost, he pulled him into an alley and started sprinting.

Wei Changsheng supported the wall with one hand and his waist with the other, "I, am I in a hurry to go to your house for dinner? Take the small road quickly." He said it was dangerous, and as soon as he went out, he saw Murong Duan's carriage parked not far away No matter whether he came to wait for him or not, I will not accompany you today.

After arriving at Wang Muren's house, Wei Changsheng regretted it unceasingly. If he had known this, he might as well have gotten into Murong Duan's carriage.

But that's all for later.

The two of them were chatting and laughing all the way. As soon as they turned the corner of the street, Wei Changsheng caught a glimpse of Wang Muren's house being blocked by a team of yamen servants in official uniforms. The sound is endless.

"It's a terrible death."

"In broad daylight..."

"It's too much, I'm condemned by God..."

Wang Muren turned pale with fright, twisted his chubby body and hurried forward, pushed away the yamen servant and rushed in, Wei Changsheng hesitated a little, but still followed.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw the housekeeper trying to pull Wang Muren away, "Young Master, something happened to Master Bai and he died in the small yard. The government is now handling the case. The master hasn't come back yet. Ma'am wants you to go back to your room first." .”

What?Prophet Bai is dead?Wei Changsheng's eyes dimmed, he pretended not to hear the butler's words, and walked quickly towards Prophet Bai's courtyard with small steps. Wang Muren also shook off the butler's hand and followed closely behind.

"Oh, master, why did you come here?" The mother in Mrs. Wang's room was talking to the officials of the Ministry of Criminal Justice who were handling the case. When she looked up and saw Wang Muren and a handsome young man beside him, she rushed out of the back room in a hurry. Come here and stand in front of them.

"What's wrong with Master Bai?" Wang Muren's tone was distorted. He saw something covered in a white cloth in the yard. Blood was gushing out from under the thing continuously.

He squatted on the ground and vomited out his lunch.

The shape under the white cloth is definitely not a complete corpse.

Seeing this, the officials of the Ministry of Punishment hurriedly told them to go away. Wei Changsheng didn't say a word, but his body kept shaking. It wasn't because he was afraid of seeing the dead, but because he saw the white cloth protruding from his sharp eyes. On the right hand, all ten fingers were cut off, and the broken little finger happened to be at the serpentine mark.

In the dim moonlight, Murong Duan put down the scroll in his hand for the tenth time in the study, walked to the window, and finally saw a pale figure floating towards the door of the study.He hurriedly opened the door, showing dissatisfaction, "You came back so late, why didn't you get along..."

Seeing Wei Changsheng rush to the small bamboo forest in front of the study, he vomited.

Well?Is this reaction normal?