In love with the ghost king

Chu Sheng, Chu Yunjing, have always been so...stupid, if others give them a little favor, they would like to take out their heart and liver, and return everything without leaving anything.

He often frowned, feeling that he had lied to Meng Shen, feeling guilty, and "sorry" in his eyes.

Hmph, silly, could it be that this appearance was all bought with IQ?

Meng Jing looked at Chu Sheng's face, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.He didn't know how many times he thought about such a scene in his dreams. He always thought that if he had been less obsessed with the position of the king, maybe everything would be different.

Maybe... I can really answer my casual lie: fishing, farming, woodcutters, and reading, but I will end my life.

He held Chu Sheng's hand and quietly cast a spell to make him sleep more deeply.

"Ah Sheng." Meng Jing hugged him carefully, as if he had found a treasure.

It never occurred to him that there were things he would not dare to do in his life, such as rebellious officials and thieves, seeking power and usurping the throne, cultivating immortality with the body of a ghost, rebelling against the king of ghosts with only a few thousand ghosts, stepping on the corpses of others to climb onto the bloody The throne... He has done everything, but when facing this person in front of him, he has no idea at all, indecisive, hesitant.

Tell him the truth, and worry that he will walk away again; if you don't tell him, you always feel that something is missing in your heart, and you are deceiving yourself.

Meng Jing picked up Chu Sheng's knees, hugged him horizontally into his arms, and walked back slowly with small steps, just like that night before, the sky and night were as cold as water, and he was no match for the tenderness in his arms.

Chu Sheng rubbed against Meng Jing's chest, found a comfortable place, buried his head in it, and naturally pinched his collar with one hand.

Meng Jing's thin lips were pursed into a very gentle line, his fingertips trembled slightly, hiding in Chu Sheng's skirt, and quietly hugged him tightly again.

"I want……"

When the voice of the person in his arms sounded, Meng Jing stopped in his tracks, trying to listen carefully.

Chu Sheng murmured: "I want...to transport more money."

Meng Jing was stunned, and looked down at Chu Sheng, seeing him huddled in his arms, sleeping tenderly like a kitten.

If Chu Yu hadn't been forcibly accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason, he should have been a carefree son of an aristocratic family, loved by thousands of people.Why did he go to the southern country to live under the fence of others, and then run back to the northern country to spread his blood and tenderness.Let yourself warm his heart, and burn him to ashes with another fire.

"I have money, are you willing to come with me?" Meng Jingsheng couldn't help teasing him, and said softly.After all, I couldn't help laughing at myself. Now that things are up to now, it's all my own fault, so I can only ask this sneakily.

Unexpectedly, Chu Sheng seemed to have heard it vaguely, and replied vaguely in his sleep: "Yes."

It's a pity that the voice was very small, hidden in the cold wind, and quickly dispersed. Meng Jing couldn't hear him. He only said something in his sleep and coaxed him in a low voice before continuing to walk back.

When Chu Sheng woke up, it was already early the next morning. He had forgotten what he had done the day before. He only remembered watching fireflies, but he fell asleep watching himself.

Probably... It's trouble for Meng Jing again.Thinking of this, Chu Sheng couldn't help but wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, took a long breath to calm himself down, and got up and got out of bed.

Counting the days, if he stays here any longer, Kong Ming will definitely talk about them again.

It's better to find Meng Jing and say goodbye to him as soon as possible.The Taoist cultivation of the man in black was no longer something he and Qing Chiqian could handle.

I just don't know where the two of them played with that crazy girl Zhu Ke yesterday, and they will be exhausted when they come back.

Walking, he came to Meng Jing's study unconsciously again, and realized that the door was open, so he glanced sideways, and Meng Jing just looked up.

Looking at each other, Chu Sheng suddenly felt embarrassed, and said with a rather embarrassed smile: "Ah Jing."

Meng Jing hasn't changed his appearance yet, he still looks like a white thing. When he saw Chu Sheng, he put down the book in his hand and smiled slightly: "Ah Sheng is awake, come in."

Seeing that Chu Sheng refused to move, Meng Jing asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Chu Sheng shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Immediately, he stepped in, found a chair and sat down, his eyes fell on the books on Meng Jing's desk, and he brought up a topic: "Does the ghost king also like to read books?"

Meng Jing looked at him with great interest, and couldn't help laughing: "Otherwise?"

Chu Sheng thought for a while, and replied sincerely: "I think the ghost king should be advocating military power, and he doesn't have much interest in poetry and books."

Meng Jing replied casually: "My hometown is that swords rule the world, and I really don't like these things. But I once had a friend who preferred these things, and being with him, it's just what I heard and seen."

After all, he smiled and looked at Chu Sheng to see his reaction.

"Oh." Chu Sheng responded calmly, and felt that this was too thin, and then said, "He must be an extremely talented son."

Seeing his answer, Meng Jing was overjoyed, and replied, "Indeed."

Chu Sheng looked at him, only to see that his brows and eyes were much gentler, and his eyes were full of smiles.

What he thought was still: "Poor."

For some reason, there was a moment of silence in the room.

"Your Excellency, Ghost King, I heard you caught Song Qi?!"

A voice sounded from outside the door, and Chu Sheng unconsciously pressed his fingertips to his temples.Needless to say, besides Zhu Ke, it would be difficult to find another person with such a noisy voice.

This little girl is indeed extraordinary—after she learned about her past life, she became enlightened in just one night, and she saw the past clearly in the world of mortals, and she was no longer troubled by it.