Si Tian Guan

"How does the prince want me to resist?"

Liu Chongming was stunned by this question.

How to resist?

But the other party asked back so frankly, and even he didn't know how he could struggle in such a situation.

Qu Chenzhou looked down, as if he didn't need his answer, which made Liu Chongming even more frustrated.

For a moment, he felt as if the other party was sighing at his childish impulse.

"Let's go." He stayed for a while, pulled the chain in his hand, and entered the flower hall together.

The people guarding outside the flower hall were a little surprised, asked a few words softly, and left in response, not long after they came back with a few people, and placed meals and two meals on the table by the window. Grab the dishes and leave quietly.

Liu Chongming took a few steps and sat down before greeting coldly, "Come and join us."

“…Yes.”

Qu Chenzhou wanted to remind him that he couldn't be on the table because of his own identity, but thinking about it again, he kowtowed and sat down on another chair.

This time, he adjusted his sitting posture a little, no longer huddled in a ball, and only moved after Liu Chongming raised his chopsticks.

The opposite eyes always stayed on him, watching him chew slowly and slowly, and his gestures could not hide the rules and good education he had learned.

Liu Chongming couldn't eat and felt that he was being commanded by the first army again.

He thinks that he suspects that Qu Chenzhou is a meticulous work, and he is simply crazy. How can someone who can see countless flaws at a glance be meticulous?

Or the person who sent him is crazy.

But no matter who is crazy, the results of Fang Wuyang's investigation will not be wrong. How did such a little slave who has been locked in Qisheng Building for ten years learn the etiquette in the palace?

Why does it appear in his dreams repeatedly?

It's better to just let him die.

"Who are you?" He didn't want to go around any further, and asked straight to the point, "I've thought about it all morning, have you thought about it?"

Qu Chenzhou is more complicated than his mood. If he can, he wants to live, even if it is a humble life.

For a moment, he even wanted to tell everything and ask for a happy relief. But it is impossible for him to be so selfish and cruel to let Zhongming, who is now well, know that nothing happened here.

Many things that happened after the rebirth were deviated from the original trajectory. He was like an uninvited guest, disturbing the stable world, and he did not know what the future awaited him this time.

"If I answer the prince's question, will the prince believe me?"

"You said," Liu Chongming hesitated: "I believe it."

"My name is Qu Chenzhou..." His gaze fell on the familiar and unfamiliar face opposite, and he replied very lightly: "I sold myself in Qisheng Building since I was a child..."

"I ran away because I wanted to go home...but I don't know where my home is."

"My master is the shopkeeper Du Quan Du."

"No one told me to do anything."

"There is no one in the mansion who is my inner responder. I touched it myself."

Although none of these answers gave the desired answer, Liu Chongming seemed a little stunned, and lost his soul in this clear and pure gaze.

There was a throbbing in his heart, with a little pain that made him unable to look away.

I don't know if the person in front of you overlapped with the person in the dream, or if he fell into nothingness again.

This night, as expected, he had a strange dream, but he was the only one in the dream.

He was terribly cold, but he couldn't see where he was. There was only a blood red in front of him, as if something was flowing down, fascinating his eyes.

Hands and feet are bound and unable to move, otherwise he must go mad.

Even in the dream, the piercing pain was still so intense, so clear that he thought he would pass out.

"Chongming!" Someone called him sadly in his ear: "There are still one hundred and fifteen, can you hold on?"

Through the misty blood color, something glowed in front of me with the silver light of a sharp weapon.

That's right, that's the camera lens.

But...what exactly is a camera nail?

He was in a trance as if he could remember something, but it was always not real, it was really painful.

"Jingchen," he heard his dying voice, with a hint of joy: "After I die, you will become emperor, don't let everyone down."

Jing Chen cried bitterly in his ear: "Chongming, he is already dead, how can people be resurrected from death? Don't do stupid things!"

"Don't cry...it's not stupid, just...give me a chance to see him again..."

Liu Chongming struggled to wake up from the nightmare, shaking like a sieve, the pain in the dream seemed to penetrate, he looked down at his arms and chest, still convulsing uncontrollably .

Too real.

It was so real that even the reality became ferocious and terrifying. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and shouted: "Come on!"

The boy who was vigilant in the yard outside immediately trotted over and responded from the door: "Master Shizi."

He was silent for a moment: "Go and bring Qu Shenzhou."

Qu Chenzhou knelt outside the door alone, watching the closed door quietly. It was not uncommon for him to kneel all night, but he never thought that he would kneel outside Chongming's door.

The door opened quickly, Liu Chongming was wearing a coat and looked down at him from the threshold.

He bowed his head to his lover who had treated him like a jewel and hated him to the bone: "I've seen the prince."

"Come in." Liu Chongming turned and walked in, indicating the direction of the sarong: "Lie down."

Qu Chenzhou looked down at the ground, walked over slowly, and lay down on his back.

"You sleep with clothes on?" Liu Chongming asked with a frown.

Qu Chenzhou got up from the bed, silently took off his shirt, and slowly pulled off the straps of his shirt.

"What are you doing!" he shouted angrily.

Qu Chenzhou pulled his shirt to his chest with one hand, and then looked up at him and asked, "Isn't the prince... called me to sleep?"

The ruler in the hourglass in the courtyard floated a little, the sun began to pass over the high fence, a few vines climbed on the west wall, and the dewdrops were still hanging vigorously in the morning. Rolled up in the rising sun.

The air is full of summer.

Qu Chenzhou was still sitting on the steps outside the study door, with his back against the porch, his hands in his sleeves, and his eyes half-closed.

For the past few days, his days have passed like this. Fortunately, it is not cold this season, and it is not difficult to endure even if he is locked out.

He quickly found a sunny place, like a lazy cat, enjoying the sun.

In his current capacity, he was called to the master bedroom in the middle of the night and told him to lie down. Even if he knew that Chongming had always kept himself clean, he couldn't think of anything else to do.

Hook the corners of the mouth.

Just sitting here quietly, he felt that maybe God was not so mean to him.

I thought I would endure all the hardships, but after meeting on the Soul Breaking Stage, I didn't expect him to be able to live again, and to be so close to Chongming, and there was a familiar atmosphere all around.

It's good to never be as intimate as in the last life.

As long as no one finds its value, as long as it is not used by others, it will be fine.

Before the drowsiness struck, he actually flashed a somewhat childish thought - if he knew he would see it, he would have suffered so much for nothing. It would be better to end it when Chongming escaped from the capital this wreckage.

The warm wind passed through the sky, and countless bells swayed on the plane trees.

A flower was blown all the way by the wind and rolled into the dead corner under the stone steps.

He reached out and picked it up, stroked the dirt on it, and put it in his palm.

The old sycamore tree is too tall and will block the sun. This sycamore tree is not planted in the palace, and he has not seen a sycamore flower for a long time.

The flower in your hand was blown away by the wind, or is it that the sycamore flower has such a light fragrance?

Qu Chenzhou leaned against the column with a little smile, as if he could still see the embarrassed appearance of the prudent young man in front of him pretending to stuff him with sycamore flowers.

Except for the few flowers left in the book, the other flowers were buried by him after they dried up. In the end, only the exquisite box of eight treasures remained.

I really want to know... After opening the box, Zhongming saw a box full of paper dust, what would his expression be?

Will they remember when they were young, or will they hate him even more.