In love with the ghost king

After seeing Dr. Ruan away, Chu Sheng was a little at a loss.He took a last look at the study room. Sure enough, the placement of the tables and chairs was quite different from Meng Jing's personality, but it made people feel inexplicably comfortable and gentle.

It is expected that Mr. Chu should also be a talented man with excellent character.

Originally, he wanted to get a glimpse of something from the annotations in this book, but since Meng Jing didn't want to be disturbed here, he definitely didn't ask for trouble.

Chu Sheng gently closed the door and walked towards the bedroom that Meng Jing had arranged for him.

When passing by the courtyard, a leaf fell, hit Chu Sheng on the head, and drifted away with the evening wind.

Chu Sheng stood in the courtyard, staring blankly at the big tree in the courtyard, with mixed feelings for a while.Suddenly a few fireflies flew by, melting into the starry night, it was very beautiful.

He sighed unconsciously, pressed the aching brows, and remembered Dr. Ruan's tearful face.

Chu Huaining...

I don't know what kind of person who is so bright and beautiful can make people read for hundreds of years.

He reached out and touched his face. After standing in the yard for a long time, his fingertips felt a little cold.

Chu Sheng suddenly gained some confidence. Anyway, he is not useless.At least there is one face that can be shown - although it is not very moral, it is always a serious one, and there is no need to criticize it.

After a while, this is also a skill.

He didn't understand why he felt so uncomfortable, he just stood in the yard and thought for a long time before he suddenly realized that the ghost king was high above him, but he was still hurt by love, and he even read his name when he was unconscious. Unfortunately, his beloved The person in question has been out of his wits.

What a pity!

Yes, poor!

Chu Shengsheng understood the unexplained emotion deep in his heart, coupled with the face that he realized just now that he was still somewhat useful, he immediately became happy.

He thought to himself, perhaps, there is another kind of little luck that Meng Jing doesn't like him - probably, he regards himself as Chu Huaining's sustenance.

He thought again in his heart: "The ghost king is so pitiful!"

"It's so late, why don't you go back to bed?"

Realizing that there was an extra cloak on his shoulders, Chu Sheng reached out to catch it, hesitated for a moment, then tied it up, and looked sideways, and sure enough, he saw Meng Jing standing beside him with a half-unexplained smile on his lips.

Chu Sheng turned his gaze back, and said with a leisurely smile, "It's nothing, I just think the fireflies in this courtyard are very beautiful, I can't help but stand here and want to watch for a while."

Meng Jing raised his eyes and looked at Chu Sheng: "Do you want it?"

Chu Sheng opened his eyes slightly: "What?"

"Firefly, I know one place, and there are more there." Meng Jing held his hand, and the smile in his eyes deepened, "I want to show you around."

Chu Sheng's mind went blank, and he stammered and asked, "Can... can it be?"

Don't blame yourself for being so easily deceived, blame the fairyland for not having fireflies, he is so fresh.

Led by Meng Jing, Chu Sheng turned into the woods again. At this moment, the woods no longer had the graves they had when they came in, only the chirping of cicadas and the night wind mixed with the aroma of weeds.Presumably...the tomb is also some kind of blindfold.

A round of plain white moon illuminated the road under their feet, Meng Jing led Chu Sheng, pushed aside the cluttered bushes, and a small stream suddenly appeared in front of them.The sound of gurgling water mixed with the chirping of cicadas is particularly pleasant in the silent night.

Chu Sheng raised his head and watched fireflies flying all over the sky, like stars among the clouds, extremely brilliant and shining, he couldn't help but blurted out admiration: "There are indeed more fireflies here, and they are brighter than those in the palace."

Meng Jing grabbed one casually, stretched it out in front of Chu Sheng, and spread it on his palm: "Do you like it?"

Chu Sheng only saw the faint light of the firefly reflecting Meng Jing's dark eyes, and it seemed that even his eyes flickered.

"I like it." Chu Sheng said sincerely, bending over to salute, "Thank you, Your Excellency Ghost King."

Meng Jing couldn't help but sneered, and said: "Brother, Ah Bai, you can call Ah Jing whatever you want, or you can just call me Meng Jing, but don't call me Your Excellency Ghost King anymore, it's too sloppy."

"En." Chu Sheng hesitated for a while, and finally looked at Meng Jing, and nodded solemnly.

He is very poor and should be comforted more.

Chu Sheng was permeated by this thought, and he only felt that he should follow Meng Jing, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to give him such a nihilistic thought.

After finishing speaking, Meng Jing pulled him to sit down again, and said softly, "Ah Sheng, I was the only one who came to this place before, please sit here with me for a while."

Chu Sheng sat quietly beside Meng Jing, and replied softly, "Yes."

But after a while, Chu Sheng couldn't help dozing off, and his head fell to Meng Jing involuntarily. At first he was still struggling with his super power of thought, but it didn't take long before he was defeated and fell into a drowsy sleep go.

Seeing that the person beside him was fast asleep, Meng Jing only gently put his arm around his shoulder, letting Chu Sheng lean on him.

In the past, he also held Chu Yunjing's shoulder like this.It's just that he did it deliberately at that time, taking him to catch fireflies, watching the moonlight clear stream, and grabbing his heart.

Up to now, I still remember that when he led Chu Yunjing to catch fireflies for the first time, he stared blankly at the fireflies he stretched out, feeling a little flattered, and his usually indifferent eyes lit up.

At that time, like now, he bent down solemnly and said a thank you: "Thank you, Your Highness Huaiwang."

When he raised his head, Ruyu's face was reflected in Meng Jing's eyes, spotless, and Meng Jing immediately swallowed a sentence, "Just call me Ah Shen." Confused, he raised his hand and pressed it on his face. The back of Chu Yunjing's head pressed slightly against those thin lips.

Chu Yunjing only struggled a little, and then quickly settled down in Meng Jing's arms, letting him hug him, soaking in the cold night.

Perhaps at that time, Meng Jing was tempted. He couldn't help it, and he had already surpassed the authority to calculate everything, but he didn't know it.