My country is dead again [Rebirth]

Shen Ci quickly took a shower, Xie Ruzhuo on the bed was very quiet, he extinguished all the candles, and lay down on the small couch, unexpectedly after a while, Xie Ruzhuo suddenly sat up from the bed and called him: "General Shen , why don't you come over?"

What have you been?Where are you coming from?What do you want to do?

Shen Ci said indifferently: "It's good for me to sleep here, Your Majesty is going to sleep soon."

"Come here for me!" Xie Ruzhuo said in a strong tone, "I ordered you to come here! If you don't come here, you are disobeying the king's order!"

Shen Ci secretly said: I am going to disobey the king's order, are you willing to kill me?

But when he thought that this was the reborn Xie Ruzhuo, and all his abnormal behaviors were to keep his heart, he finally got up from the couch resignedly, and lay down with the thin blanket touching the edge of the bed.

Satisfied, Xie Ruzhuo lay down obediently.

It was already very late for the two of them tossing, Shen Ci thought that this time he should sleep in peace, just as he closed his eyes, Xie Ruzhuo's hand groped over again, tentatively pinching and touching his hand.

"General Shen, you always say that I am too thin, do you think I have too little flesh?" Xie Ruzhuo blinked in the dark, "I will practice martial arts with you when I go back."

Shen Ci Fu forehead: Xie Ruzhuo, how many more serious topics can I talk to him about.

"No, Your Majesty is fine like this." Shen Ci said, "The minister said that because he was afraid that His Majesty would not be healthy if he ate too little."

Well, that's right, now the narrow waist and thin legs are very good, and the skin is tender and soft, very good.

Xie Ruzhuo pursed his lips and smiled, with a sweet taste in his heart.

After all, he was tired of bickering with the cabinet in this life, so let's forget the hard work of learning martial arts.

When talking to Song Qingge earlier, Xie Ruzhuo was really sleepy, but now, he was too sleepy and couldn't sleep at all. The temperature of Shen Ci's body was close at hand, and his mind couldn't be quiet for a while. I thought about it for a while.

In fact, in the previous life, Shen Ci always treated him cautiously, as if he was fragile porcelain, and he was the master of everything.Every time he was emotional, Shen Ci would subconsciously restrain himself, fearing that he would not like it, and that he would be angry.It wasn't until he realized that he had also fallen into it that Shen Ci let go of his cautiousness, and a long-lost ruthlessness appeared in his deep eyes.

Sometimes he would cry, and he couldn't help but shed tears without knowing when. Shen Ci felt distressed when he saw him cry, and carefully kissed his eyes with wet lips, kissing away all the tears from the corners of his eyes , the rough fingertips gently rubbed his waist.

He sinks and floats in the turbulent love/tide, and is gently caressed by the sea water.

In this life, is Shen Ci still willing to treat him like this?

Xie Ruzhuo was in a trance, turned sideways and hugged Shen Ci, buried his face in his arm and rubbed it lightly, in a very attached gesture.

"Your Majesty?" Shen Ci suddenly opened his eyes and tried to move, but Xie Ruzhuo hugged him even tighter.

"Don't push me away..." Xie Ruzhuo seemed to be talking in his sleep, "You will never push me away, okay?"

That heavy rain seemed to fall on his ears again. In the empty Huangji Palace, the ground was covered with blood dripping from the blade. He hugged Shen Ci tightly and cried, whispering "Don't go, you don't go", over and over again , incoherent.

Thunder rumbled, lightning tore the sky, Shen Ci pushed him away heavily, walked into the rain, left Pingdu, and never came back.

I will never see you again in this life, never see you again...

For a long time, Xie Ruzhuo could hear this voice in his ears, repeatedly, day and night, like a shadow.

So much so that in this life, he was always terrified, and Shen Ci's every move would make his imagination run wild.

What he was most afraid of was that Shen Ci would push him away.

This person promised to protect him for the rest of his life, but in the end he pushed him away so resolutely.

Shen Ci, will you be so cruel in this life?

Xie Ruzhuo closed his eyes, and there was a moist feeling in the eye sockets, and he was unwilling to let go of Shen Ci as if he was cheating.

don't push me away...

Shen Ci heard it and understood something. In the previous life, he pushed Xie Ruzhuo away, and his words didn't count.

"I promise Your Majesty that I will never push Your Majesty away in this life."

Shen Ci hugged Xie Ruzhuo sideways, and patted him on the back, the two of them hugged each other, their breathing became clear and long.

A good night's sleep.

The weather was good these two days, and the sunrise time was getting earlier and earlier. Song Qinglai blocked the dazzling sunlight with his arms. People who sleep until the sun is three poles every day are naturally unwilling to get up at this time. He suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes and sat up, facing He Xiaoman who was wearing clothes.

I almost forgot that there was another person in my bed.

As for why they slept on the same bed, it was actually very simple.

After sending Song Qingge away last night, He Xiaoman ordered the servants in the post house to clean up another room, because he and Xie Ruzhuo slept in the same room last night, and today Xie Ruzhuo had a deep resignation.

Song Qing came here to tease him, jokingly said: "So what's the trouble? It's better to sleep in the humble room. Anyway, the room is very big, and it's quite lonely to be alone in the humble."

The governor is so good at pretending, he will definitely not agree, Song Qinglai thought to himself, maybe he will scold him in anger.

However, something unexpected happened. He Xiaoman blushed slightly and lowered his head to ponder for a while, then said softly: "Is it possible? No trouble, right?"

Song Qinglai was almost choked to death by his own saliva. He stared dumbfounded at He Xiaoman who was drooping and didn't dare to look at him. His slender eyelashes were trembling. He couldn't say no, so he could only nod and said, "Okay, what's the trouble? , there is also a soft couch in the room, which is quite big, so I can just sleep there."

He Xiaoman frowned and said, "I slept on your bed and you slept on a soft couch. I'm so sorry for you, let's forget it."

Seeing that He Xiaoman was going to call someone to tidy up the new room again, Song Qinglai felt that he was too cheap, and he was reluctant to let him go, so he rushed to say: "No, no, actually, I want to say...that bed is quite big, and it can sleep well. Two people."

He Xiaoman watched him silently, but he lacked confidence, coughed, and said, "Master, you don't dislike other people sleeping with you, do you?"

"It's okay." He Xiaoman walked towards Song Qinglai's room, "I can bear it without snoring or kicking people."

So the two slept on the same bed in such a daze, of course, nothing happened overnight.

At this time, Song Qing, who looked sleepy, saw that He Xiaoman was fully dressed, and with a hoarse voice, he said, "Why do you wake up so early? The governor will have something to do soon? We sleep late every day at the posthouse."

"Your Majesty is about to get up at this time. I have no one to serve me. I'll go over there." He Xiaoman's hair was still loose on the back of his head, and the look of his hair was a bit indisputable. He found that Song Qinglai was staring at him intently. He touched his earlobe comfortably, "If you haven't woken up, you can continue to lie down."

When she woke up in the morning, she always had some strange reactions. Song Qinglai felt that she had become more courageous, so she stretched out her hand to fiddle with He Xiaoman's black hair, and twisted it around her fingers a few times. He Xiaoman glanced at him coolly, like black satin. His hair slipped from his fingers again.

"You are the governor, and you still want to serve His Majesty?" Song Qinglai yawned. Although the beauty was beautiful, he was still sleepy and tired even with his eyes open.

"So what if it's the governor?" He Xiaoman was wearing a luan belt, and his tone was light and casual, "The power of us people is given by the master. If you do what you do to satisfy the master, the master will trust you more. I will forget about you if you are closer to someone. Which big peng is not good outside, but when you return to the palace, you will still be a slave to serve your master."

Song Qinglai got a little angry, frowned, leaned forward, pinched He Xiaoman's small chin, forced him to look up at him, and rarely spoke seriously: "You are not allowed to say that about yourself!"

The upturned eyes looked fierce when they were not smiling, He Xiaoman lowered his gaze to avoid his gaze, and responded softly.

Song Qinglai let go of him, but the reaction hadn't subsided yet, so she couldn't lie back, so she could only continue to stare at He Xiaoman, her gaze unconsciously gliding over a certain place where he slid down, and she blurted out without thinking: " Are you all white or half white?"

He Xiaoman froze, turned his head to look at Song Qing in a daze, opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

"Hiss, my mother..." Song Qinglai suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that he had asked such a stupid question, he wanted to scold himself, holding his forehead and dared not look at He Xiaoman, "I'm sorry, you You can beat me and scold me, I'm used to talking bastard, but my brain, don't talk to me."

"I..." He Xiaoman twirled the corner of Yesa's hand vigorously with his fingers, leaving a few wrinkles. He didn't seem to dare to look at Song Qing, and it was very difficult for him to speak, "I entered the palace at a relatively young age, yes... yes Half white."

Song Qinglai didn't expect him to be willing to answer so clearly, and felt even more guilty for a while, and said "ah" dully, and asked stiffly after a long while, "Your younger, how old is it?"

"Eight years old." He Xiaoman replied softly.

Song Qinglai frowned and thought, what was he doing when he was eight years old?

Probably because he was still playing truant from school every day, making a fuss at home.

But He Xiaoman no longer had any relatives. After suffering so much, he was lucky enough to survive and enter the palace as a slave.Song Qinglai thought like this, it's not good to be a heartless person, and looking at the stupid things he did in the morning, He Xiaoman was still sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down, rubbing his clothes uneasily with his fingers, feeling astringent in his heart, Step down from the bed first, picked up the outer robe and put it on, said: "Go and sit over there, I will help you comb your hair."

Song Qinglai arrived in the capital at the age of 17. He didn't feel the slightest sadness of leaving his hometown. On the contrary, he was very happy. It's too much, and most of the time the Heavenly King and I can't control him.

He bought the house with his own money, and he usually hires two or three long-term workers to do sweeping, cleaning, and washing. He either eats at Fusi in Beizhen, or goes out to spend time with his friends. Besides, people in Beijing who want to invite him to dinner come every day. To line up from the North Palace Gate to the South Palace Gate, the house has never turned on a fire all year round, and the stove is just a decoration.He also doesn't like people serving him, and he can live as he wants by himself, so he thinks that he is definitely not a young master who can't take care of himself, and he can still do things like dressing and combing his hair.

He Xiaoman's hair was black and smooth, in fact, he didn't need to comb it at all. Song Qinglai skillfully helped him tie his hair, and covered his hair with a net scarf made of ponytail. The net scarf was tied through the jade net ring. , Said: "I have a sheep fat jade net towel ring. My mother sent it to me a few years ago. I have never used it. I will send it to you when I return to Beijing."

"There is also a top thread made by my mother that is useless, and I will give it to you." Song Qinglai put down the closed top thread and helped him put on the hat. "Do you like to use three things? I know a good one. shop……"

"Are you apologizing to me?" He Xiaoman interrupted him, "I'm not angry, you don't need to give me anything."

Song Qinglai originally wanted to make amends, but now he heard He Xiaoman's question, he had a different thought, and said with a smile: "It's not all, can't the humble job just want to give something to the governor?"

He Xiaoman took out the powder box from the drawer, his ears were a little red, and he said indifferently, "It's up to you, whether you like it or not."

The faint fragrance of orchids wafted out, and Song Qinglai asked, "Master Du, why does your incense powder smell so good?"

"It's just ordinary face powder." He Xiaoman showed him the box, "It's just that the smell is relatively mild."

Song Qinglai sniffed the box, and whispered in his ear: "But why does it smell better when it comes to the governor? Could it be the governor's body fragrance?"

"Song Qing! You..." He Xiaoman's cheeks were hot with anger, "Sometimes I really want to slap you."

"Then why didn't the governor hit me?" Song Qinglai simply said, "You don't want to hit me?"

He Xiaoman's face was so hot that he couldn't talk to this person, so he gritted his teeth, stood up and walked out the door quickly, and he threw the box of face powder on someone's body angrily.

So the unclosed box scattered all over the sky with fragrance powder, and Song Qinglai was covered with it, and he could hear him sneezing all morning.

The author has something to say: *A little science popularization, full white is the whole cut off, half white is only the gaowan cut, the death rate of the whole cut was very high in the Ming Dynasty, so many people who entered the palace when they were young were actually cut only gaowan.

*The top line is the drawstring at the end of the net towel.The three things are actually the three things of picking teeth. Picking teeth and ear picking are strung together and can be used as decorations.

The next chapter will follow the plot and wrap up the reform of the guards. There may be a lot of dialogue.

Finally, I would like to talk about Song Qinglai. He has a good family since he was a child, and his brother supported him at home. He can be understood as a spoiled dandy. No matter where he is, he is the one who is surrounded and fawned on. He is the kind of person who is particularly flamboyant Bar.So he is heartless and a bit of a jerk, but I think it can be seen that his three views and character are positive, he will not let down the governor, he will be the kind who realizes that he likes others and will endure I can't help but want to flirt, but in fact, the kind of person who will treat him very well in his heart will not care what the identity of the other party is.

Of course, if he hadn't taken off that dress back then, I think he would have been single forever