[Zhili] stick to this one heart and never leave

Chapter 17

As soon as Luo Min's words came out, several nobles showed disdain on their faces, which meant that Your Majesty asked you not to come, which is really a capitalized "ignorance of current affairs", but they were more or less relieved in their hearts. If you are a competitor, you have one more chance.

Only Patriarch Xianqu still has nothing to do with him and hangs himself high.

Zhiming smiled understandingly, "Mr. Zhong has lived in the mountains for a long time, and he has the style of a noble hermit, but he is rude."

Luo Min bowed his hand in return, pleading guilty on behalf of his master.

All the court will talk and talk, only the belonging to the Tianshu is the heart of the public, so after going around for a few times, there is no result, and everyone is lazy.

Seeing that it was about the same time, Zhiming asked them to leave the class.

Outside the Xuanwu Terrace, lean on the railing to listen to the wind.

"Your Majesty..." Luo Min cupped his hands and whispered.

Zhi Ming waved his hand, "It's okay, I didn't blame Mr. Zhong."

Luo Min knew that Zhiming's words were true and he was not too persistent, but seeing that Zhiming had the leisure to come here today to blow a wind and look far away, he couldn't help laughing, "Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood these days."

Zhi Ming smiled slightly, looked not far away, and sighed, "The leaves of Yu Qiong in Xiangxu Terrace have all fallen bare, and they will not bloom until next year, right?"

Following Zhi Ming's words, Luo Min looked at Xiang Xu Terrace not far away, and echoed, "Autumn leaves and winter comes, and it's common for the leaves to wither. Your Majesty has cultivated those Yuqiong so carefully, and the spring will surely bloom in the coming year."

"One year spent similar, each year is different."

Zhi Ming's hand clasped the railing, tightening tighter and tighter, "It's just a garden full of flowers, I probably won't be able to keep you."

Luo Min looked at Zhi Ming's back, thinking about the eyeliner in the palace reporting this morning, Zhi Ming actually stayed at Xunyou Terrace last night.

It seems that this Murongli is indeed not something that can be dealt with easily, but... as Mr. said in the letter, the more Zhi Ming is so reluctant to part with Murongli, Murongli may be more troublesome...

"Luo Qing."

Zhi Ming interrupted what Luo Min was thinking, turned around at some point, and looked at Luo Min curiously, "What is Luo Qing thinking?"

Luo Min replied softly, "It's nothing, I just think His Majesty treats Lord Murong very well."

"Okay?" Zhi Ming snorted lightly, then sighed, "If Luo Qing is confined in a corner, not allowed to see the blue sky, what will happen to Luo Qing?"

Will you hate, will you complain?

This question asks...

Luo Min smiled faintly, "If you haven't experienced it yourself, it's hard to know what it's like. Luo Min dare not speculate lightly."

Zhi Ming watched as a bird stopped on the railing, pecked at the stone railing, and flew away after finding nothing to eat...

"Does Luo Qing also think that the widow should return Lord Murong to Yao Guang?"

"I don't dare, but Lord Murong is the king of a country after all."

"The king of a country, heh... If the widow sends A Li back, the covenant between Tianquan and Yaoguang will be broken, and the future will probably be separated from business forever, and the world will be boundless."

"Why did Your Majesty say such sad words?" A gust of cool wind blew, Luo Min took the cloak from Xiaopang's hand, put it on for Zhi Ming, and carefully tied the tie for him, "If Your Majesty sends Lord Murong Sending it back without infringing Yao Guang at all, Lord Murong will not fail to appreciate His Majesty's kindness."

Zhi Ming looked at Luo Min, and thought of Murongli that night, the empty corridor, his flute, the lingering sound...

He put his cloak over his shoulders, flattering him gently, which made him unbearable, but said that he wanted to make up for him...

"I have saved A Li, and A Li has also saved me. To this day, there is only the word 'graciousness' left between you and me." Zhi Ming looked at Xiang Xutai, where the palace was closed and dusty. It was that youthful heartbeat, the only heartbeat in Zhiming's life.

"Sad? The widow will only be sad for the Taifu, Ziyu, and my people in Tianquan, just like the Lord Murong, he will only be sad for the royal family who passed away in Yaoguang, and for the people of Yaoguang. Jun, you can’t even be your own sad.”

Luo Min's eyes dimmed, and the hand holding the sword was clenched unconsciously.

Fatty couldn't see it, and comforted him, "If Your Majesty is unhappy, why don't you call Princess Mo back."

Zhi Ming chuckled, "Sometimes I really envy you, and I also envy Mo Lan."

Xiaopang smiled and said, "Your Majesty envies me? Do you envy one of my little followers?"

Zhiming laughed, he was very happy when he was that person's little follower.

"Little Fatty, go and fetch Ah Li tonight."

"Yes, huh? What? Take it?"

Xiaopang was stunned. It's not that His Majesty is going, but..."Come here"?

Pivot.

"Sir, there is something I don't understand about the students. Isn't it a great opportunity for the birth of the gentleman to be invited by the monarch of Tianquan? Why did the gentleman refuse?"

Zhong Kunyi put down the pen in her hand, looked at the students who were humbly asking for advice in front of her, and smiled complacently, "If you want to catch fish, you choose small shrimps as bait, and if you want to hunt birds, you want to feed them with lisu. What do you think?"

"What do you mean, sir?" The student suddenly realized, "It's not my job, I should take care of myself."

Children can be taught, and Zhong Kunyi nodded in satisfaction, "Zhi Ming originally wanted to hold Tianshu in his hands, but he didn't believe the aristocrats of Tianquan, let alone me, a foreign minister. Besides, I am from Tianshu, and I have Tianshu with me." The old army, I should be afraid of it, this time is just a bait and feed, after all, Luo Min is still in the sky, I am happy to cooperate with him once, why bother to make trouble for others."

"It's a pity. I originally thought that if Tianquan destroyed Yaoguang, Mister would be able to show his skills."

Zhong Kunyi smiled indifferently, as if she had no regrets, "The world is unpredictable, who would have thought that Zhiming, the majestic co-lord of the world, would tolerate Murongli so far, but... if that Zhiming is still a corner King, maybe you can allow him to be self-willed, but the top of power may not be more free than the foot of the mountains, right, my king?"

Picking up the spiritual tablet on the table, stroked the word "Meng Zhang" on it inch by inch, Zhong Kunyi smiled gently, as if looking at an old friend who had returned after a long absence, but the disciple beside him felt chills down his spine.

That night.

Xiaopang went to Xunyou Terrace, Murongli was reading a book under the lamp, saw that it was him, looked behind him again, made sure that he was not following anyone else, and then asked, "Why is it you?"

Xiaopang smiled and said, "The Lord wants to ask His Majesty, right?"

"...", Murongli nodded.

"Your Majesty asked me to take the King to his bedroom tonight."

A flash of surprise flashed in Murong Li's eyes, then he lowered his head and stared blankly at the flickering flames of the candlestick. He didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long while he answered in a low voice, "Oh."

Before going out, Ayu carefully put on the cloak for Murongli, and said, "It's windy at night, the king should not catch cold again."

Murong Li smiled gratefully, and when he was about to say something, Ah Yu tied up his cloak and continued, "Otherwise, His Majesty will be angry again, and if His Majesty is angry, it will be difficult for Aqiong to take on an errand, and it is not good for Aqiong , I'm not happy either..."

Murong Li: "..."

There was a palace man next to him holding the lamp, Xiaopang shook his head a few times, opened an umbrella, and said with a smile, "Please invite the lord when you are ready."

Ayu looked at Xiaopang with a foolish expression on his face, "It's not raining at night, what are you doing with your umbrella?"

Fatty rolled his eyes back, ignored A Yu, and explained seriously to Murongli, "It's windy at night, and His Majesty said that we should use an umbrella to block the wind."

Murong Li, "..."

The north wind has been blowing hard recently, and you can really feel the chill along the way.

But that oil-paper umbrella did block most of the wind.

Murongli walked quietly on the winding path of Tianquan Palace, this was the first time he left Xunyou Terrace after waking up.

Walking through the Liushang Pavilion, the curved water flows quietly, reflecting the bright moon and shining brightly, and the pavilion on the water sometimes has a cool breeze. It was his favorite place to sit and review papers when he was the commander of Lantai.

At that time, there was always someone by his side, leaning on him, making trouble with him, the only noise in the world where his heart was ashamed, the only peace in the world full of anger.

"In a trance, the beautiful clothes of that year, and the change of the beautiful hall of the present, how can we depend on each other and live up to the time." Murongli murmured to himself.

Fatty didn't understand why Murongli stopped suddenly, and thought he was uncomfortable, so he asked concerned, "What did the lord say?"

Murongli withdrew his thoughts, looked not far away, and asked, "That's Xiangxu Terrace..."

"That's right." Fatty followed Murongli's line of sight.

Murongli walked slowly to Xiang Xu's stage, Xiaopang had no choice but to follow.

Murongli stood under Xiang Xu's stage, looked at the closed door, and silently stroked the iron chain on the door. The chill spread through every inch of meridians along his fingertips, and finally pierced into his heart.

With the light of the palace lantern, Murongli raised his head and vaguely saw a slanting vine protruding from the garden wall, which was a branch of Yuqiong with fallen leaves.

"In a trance, the sweet fragrance of the past year, and the death of the present, how can we stay together without complaining about Lishang."

Little Fatty only felt extremely sad when he heard it, and felt flustered with boredom, and seeing that the wind seemed to be getting stronger, he held up an umbrella and stepped forward to shield Murong Li from the wind, and said with a smile, "It's windy here, my lord, let's go, Your Majesty Still waiting for the king."

Murongli nodded, turned and left Xiang Xutai.

Zhiming's bedroom is brightly lit, and the north wind has picked up recently, and the small stove has been lit, as soon as Murong Lifu entered the door, he felt a burst of warmth blowing over his face.

Aqiong came up to meet him, bowed and saluted, looked behind Murongli, and took off the cloak for Murongli with a smile.

Fatty asked, "Where's Your Majesty?"

Arjun rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Your Majesty will come back soon if you have something to do. Please sit down and wait a moment. Arjun will serve you tea."

Murong Li nodded in response.

Arjun said to Xiaopang, "Your Excellency, come with me, if you need help, please."

Xiaopang pointed at himself in a daze, "Me?"

Arjun nodded with a smile, and pulled Xiaopang away.

outside the house.

"What are you pulling me for? Your Majesty is not here, so how can you leave the lord alone in there?" Xiaopang frowned and brushed away Arjun's hand, "Your Majesty too, the lord is here, but you are not here. I don’t know how cold the wind is along the way.”

Arjun shook his head and said helplessly, "Did you meet His Majesty?"

Xiaopang was startled, "You mean His Majesty..."

Arjun nodded, "Seeing that you haven't come, Your Majesty has gone out to look for you."

Fatty, "..."

"His Majesty!"

Aqiong suddenly exclaimed, Xiaopang turned his head immediately, and saw Zhiming standing in the cold wind, only wearing normal clothes, soaked in the cold air.

Arjun rushed to meet him, but he didn't bring a cloak when he came out, so he could only say, "Your Majesty is back, it's cold outside, come in quickly."

Zhiming looked at Xiaopang, knowing that the person who should be there had already arrived, so he walked into the house, and when he was about to enter the door, a cold and serious voice came, "Xiaopang, there is not much to say about tonight."

The author has something to say:

In a trance, the beautiful clothes of that year were transferred to the Huatang of the present. How can we depend on each other and live up to the time.

In a trance, Xinfang in that year, moved to the present and withered, how can we stay together without complaining about the injury.

——It is an original ink painting, the meaning of these two sentences of A Li Nian is: in a trance, it seems that it is still that year, two teenagers in colorful clothes (sitting in the pavilion next to each other), but now they are already living in a luxurious palace king.However, there is nothing better than being with each other and living up to the good times.In a trance, it seems that it was still that year, (Xiang Xutai) Bian Yuqiong was in full bloom, and the fragrance was overwhelming, but now the flowers are withered and dead branches, which can't be compared to staying with each other, needless to say the sad words of parting.

Lan Chang: It refers to my youth, because when I was young, my clothes would always be brighter and more colorful.

As I said on Weibo that day, in the episode of the first season, A Li and Zhi Ming talked heart-to-heart under the moon. A Li once said: I just suddenly felt that if I was just a flute master, maybe life would be easier.

A person bears the hatred of ruining his country and goes into exile in various countries. Ah Li is not tired of the heartache and grievances and great pressure. Facing the tenderness of Zhiming's heart, maybe there was a moment when he really wanted to Forget everything and rest quietly beside Zhi Ming.

In other words, although there are only a few short sentences, I quite like the clip where Fang Fangtu caresses the little onion spirit bit~~~ It feels like honey, what do you think?