Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 129 He Jizheng · Endless Chase

Since then, He Zheng did not dare to belittle Heron any more, carefully distance him from him, check the color, for fear that his eyebrows will have an unpleasant arc, this careful even the people under the palace can feel.

Although Heron lost all his love for him, he did not hate him. At least he grew up with his brothers and sisters. If he was in a good mood, he would still care for a few times. Even so, Hezheng was not halfway. Complaints.

Everyone said that the Holy Spirit is more than a little better, and he will no longer punish the palace people harshly, and will always send officials down, and he can't wait for a world amnesty.

Heron knew that this was a good thing, and a word of praise made him excited for a long time. Since there was no extravagant hope, a little tenderness seemed to become hope. He relied on Heron's house, even if he ignored himself, He stared at the side of his book, murmured in his mouth.

"In the past, I always killed innocent people. No one looked at them, nor believed in the so-called destiny and retribution. But since the return of the emperor, I think this is a gift from God. I know you do n’t like that. Vice, so I want to be a gentleman and emperor admired in your mouth every day. "

Heron gave a hint of God, nodded, and seemed to really listen to his words. He Zheng's mood rose slightly, and he carefully held his horn of clothing. "But, I also began to be afraid of the past killing. There will be retribution. Brother Huang is so good, there must be reincarnation, and I can only go to hell, maybe it will fly away ... "

Heron withdrew his sleeves and listened to him as if he were a child. "Do you believe this?"

He Zheng wasn't afraid of his joke, and he said stubbornly. "I'm not afraid of going to hell, but I'm just afraid that **** isn't in you. But what is good, I can't bear to drag you down to hell."

Heron was surprised by the change of personality in He Zheng's bones, and was silent for a while for what he said. "This palace is, to me, hell."

Inside this palace wall are glory and wealth, people in the golden clothes and jade clothes, people outside the wall robbed their heads and hope to come in, but the people inside, yearning for the unrestrained world, life is full, people inside the wall look at the city Exogenous sorrow, but still unable to get rid of this yoke.

Hezheng succeeded for ten years, and his ambitions have long since faded. Among them, he was arguing, he was guilty. He did n’t know that the palace was a different kind of hell. He did n’t have the courage to leave, but if his royal brother wanted to, he would be Your courage.

"So ... would the emperor leave this **** with you?"

He Zheng leaned close to him, and gently asked, as the head of a country, his sentence was obviously heavy, and it also represented his unwavering determination.

It was just that Heron was funny. Why was this man resourceful and thoughtful before, but now he would ask him such improbable childish words. He raised his lips and asked, "Where are the rivers and mountains that you have taken care of?"

At the end, a chuckle sounded, as sharp as a sharp blade.

He Zhengzheng's meal, his lips were stretched together, his mouth was dry, and he could not utter a half a word. The attitude of the emperor frustrated him, even if he was willing to give up the mountains and mountains and give up great power, he could not exchange for the emperor. Attention halfway.

"You have been in power for ten years, and now you say you give up. It is too late, but you are tired of the palace and want to find some new fun for me." Heron turned the page in his hand indifferently. Go in, even if he said something, he couldn't listen.

He Zheng's eyes contained a trace of sorrow, but the emperor who had trusted him in the past no longer believed his words.

He used to think that when he reached the top, he would be able to take control of the world and get everything, but when he truly became emperor, he discovered that even so, he could not grasp the most important things.

He Zheng seemed to be shrouded in haze, and the sadness on his body was almost turned into substance. Heron frowned, "You disturbed the elegance of my reading."

Looking at a row of books on the table, He Zheng took a deep breath, calmed his fragile heart, tried to integrate into Heron's world, leaned beside him, picked up a book, and pretended to be intent.

Heron stopped talking and simply ignored him and immersed himself in his world. He saw him relax and guard before turning his head quietly, staring at his side, carefully moving to his side, and shoulders Close to each other.

At the moment when the two touched, He Zheng's heart suddenly settled down, Heron didn't realize it, and he put his head on his shoulders even harder, not afraid to disturb his purity, his tone seemed soft. Talk to yourself.

"The emperor also loved his peers before, and now he looks at you with care, full of expectations ... The emperor still remembers that you still had a box of letters and paintings for you in your previous room? ... I took care of them Preserving it as a treasure ... when Brother Huang is willing to paint for him again, that is the blessing of Heaven. "

He Zheng whispered and counted Herron's previous thoughts on him, and whether Herron listened or not, it seemed that just saying so could give him a great sense of satisfaction and immerse himself in the world where the former brother still intended him. Here, it seems like the last self-hypnosis of the poor man.

Heron heard him say a lot, until his throat was dumb, he closed his mouth, leaned on his shoulder and said nothing, no movement, Heron moved and felt his shoulder. Wet.

The cloth soaked with tears was stuck to the skin, and it was cold to his heart, Heron looked down at him, and after all said nothing, only sighed lightly.

"It's late, go back."

He Zheng's throat narrowed and he didn't move.

A soft parchment fell on his face, accompanied by a helplessness.

"Is the Lord of a country so fragile? The little family is angry. Let go and let go." Heron squeezed He Zheng tightly and squeezed the fingers of his sleeves one by one. He got up and opened the door to take him out.

He Zheng has been arrogant since he was young. He thought that his repeated refusal and satire would always make him give up in anger and shame, but after heartbreaking again and again, He Zheng did not reveal any meaning of giving up, and his temperament also He gradually became restrained, and Helang accepted all his attitudes towards him. He left frustration behind, and insisted on dragging his tired body to look for him after the early morning.

Herron did not expect that the fierce emperor would endure patience, and he had been entangled with him for so long, and it was a few months, but this year, he was still more frustrated, and he thought he was a The boring person is no longer half-emotional towards him at this time, and he does not understand why He Zheng is still chasing after him.

"The emperor put on three thousand beauties and didn't regret it. What a big man I came to run from day to night to do anything." Heron unfortunately threw the book into the arms of those who wanted to stick to him.

He Zheng's face remained unchanged. He took the book and closed it for him, his eyes burning, "Three thousand weak water, just take a scoop."

Heron snatched the book, and turned away, refuting without wavering, "That scoop should also be your queen, but not me alone, your elder brother."

He never asked about Hei Zheng's harem, but which emperor was not left and right, and the concubines were in groups, almost no exception.

At this point, Heron's eyes were even colder, and he felt that it was time to ask him to leave every day.

He Zheng knew what he meant, and suddenly explained as if he was choking in his throat, "I have no queen ... only you, and those concubines are also accepted by others. I do n’t even know what they look like, since twenty-six years ago, There is only the emperor in my heart. "

Also, it is no wonder that Heranès chatted with the palace people, but never heard them mention anything about the harem, just because the upper and lower palaces knew that today the sacred concubine is scarce and there is no child. It is really the first one in thousands of years.

Heron was silent for a moment, and He Zheng immediately added, "He ordered that the concubines who had never met were sent away, and they were sent home. Brother Huang ... how good are you?"

He used to fight every day, dancing with guns and sticks, and learning martial arts, not close to femininity. Since his succession, countless ministers have written to let him fill the harem and open the leaves for the royal family. When you hear such things, you will think of the emperor, and your heart will be low, and you wo n’t be able to get up, even thinking, if one day the emperor really returns, will he be unhappy?

Hereton paused, turned his back, looked at him squintingly, shook his head, and again looked alienated, "I can't take it."

He Zheng squeezed his sleeves, silently for a while, without much excuse, knowing that he did not welcome himself, he left silently.

On the second day, there was an uproar in the palace. He Zheng demobilized all his harems, and the news that he was no longer satisfied with the concubine shocked the court, which aroused the opposition of many old officials. In short, He Zheng turned a deaf ear. .

But the storm was not small, and even spread to Heron.

He Zheng's move made it clear that the royal family would die, so everyone's eyes were on the Lord He Lang.

The new prince returned unexpectedly, but there was no room for wives and widows in the recent years. Occasionally, he made several mysterious and compelling appearances. Many officials tried to trust someone to send messages to the palace, but he wanted to introduce himself to the boudoir. Thousands of gold.

At first, it was okay, but Herron couldn't refuse it on the surface, which also caused more and more people. Herron was helpless, looking at the portrait of the beauty sent, gradually shaking in his heart, considering the possibility of marrying himself to allow Herzheng to give up. How big is sex, if he marries, can he move to Wangyefu?

He is such an eye-catching identity, and it is difficult to find a man as the other half in this life. At this time, marrying a woman with similar interests and similar interests, and the two of them respecting each other and living together seem to be an option.

But the news was that He Zheng could not be concealed after all. When he broke into Herron's room and saw several unsuccessful portraits of Qian Jin, he immediately red-eyed them and tore them up. Investigations, sent to the frontiers.

Heron rubbed his temples and handed him a cup of tea to calm him down.

"The ministers are for my good. I have been standing for a long time. I have n’t had a marriage. It ’s really hard to justify them. I can understand their hard work. Moreover, if you really want to talk, it is also your reason. Not anxious? "

He Zheng pulled his eyebrows down, panting awkwardly, his eyes filled with broken sorrow, "I only want you, how can I be good? Brother Huang can forgive you?"

His chest was violently undulating, holding the still calm Heron's shoulders and asking nervously, "You promised? You also want to marry a princess?" In the last few words, he gritted his teeth out of his mouth.

In the impression, He Zheng has always been calm and restrained, and he has rarely shown such an angry look, but this time, his anger came very fast.

There was a sense of crisis in Heron, and only that shake of his mind was gone and he did not answer him.

Just this silence also expressed affirmative meaning. He Zheng's figure shook a few times, and stumbled backwards, his mouth angrily: "Okay! Good!"

Staring at the back of his angry departure, Heron's heart was always disturbed. Even though He Zheng treats him meticulously and concessionally these days, he knows the violence and madness in He Zheng's bones, and he is not close. Human sentiment and the blood on his hands have always reminded him that He Zheng is not such an easy person to change because of him.

At night, after Heron had fallen asleep, the door was suddenly snapped open, and a figure emerged from the night, carrying a pot of wine in his hand.

He Zheng's complexion was red, his eyes were blurred, and he looked at the beloved's face by the bed. His eyes were slightly warm. He drank the wine in his hand and became brave, hugging the person in bed.

Feeling the weight of her body and the drunkenness, Heron woke up.

Although annoyed, because this was a drunken man, Heron also forbeared a bit, trying to carry him up and let the palace people send him back.

But the drunken man was as heavy as mud and difficult to help, and he could not control the brute force. When he turned over, he pressed Heron underneath again, exposing a smile, his voice was hoarse and sexy: "Master, what do you think of this princess? ? "

Without the rational imprisonment, He Zheng had long been willing to stare at Heron's pale lips, knowing how sad his mouth would spit out, and he was reluctant to listen to his answer, and kissed regardless.

The liquor in his mouth also seemed to pass to Heron's mouth. The thick wine smelled Heron's brain and nerves. Coupled with the weight of his body, Heron couldn't resist for a while, so that the two kissed him. Lasted a short time.

He Zheng buried her head in front of Heron's chest and kissed vaguely, saying, "I'm so sad, the emperor always ignores me ... I don't want my emperor to marry, and I don't want my emperor to belong to someone ... Oh, my emperor is Alas ... "

The brain is chaotic, and all the memory fragments are intertwined. Maybe Helan thought of things from an early age, and he said shamelessly that he wanted the emperor to take him to play hide and seek, and take him to the royal dining room to steal snacks.

Her childish slang touched Heron's heart. The hand that pushed him away stiffened for a moment, and he patted him gently on the top.

Unconsciously, the clothes were messy until they faded away, and the skin was close to each other, rubbing out a hot temperature, intimate.

At the last step, Heron stunned, shook his head fiercely, and pushed people away. Fortunately, He Zhengzheng drunk and fell asleep, unable to continue entanglement.

This indulgence seemed like a fragment of a dream, but what was left in the mouth. The strong wine taste belonging to He Zheng and the enthusiasm temperature left on the body reminded Heron that it was his soft heart and his relaxation. Already.

All the odors and temperatures left above him disappeared as quickly as the ebb tide, and Heron got up and lay on the cold table thinking, maybe he was drunk too.

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The next day, when he woke up from a bed full of Heron's breath, He Zheng could not help but evoke the corners of his mouth, panic in his heart, and the memories of last night flashed in his mind. Both were scenes of how the two hug and kiss, in his mind over and over again. Screened everywhere.

He just touched him, but there was no trace of temperature. He Zheng's heart snorted, and he immediately stood up alertly. The entire room was empty. Only a letter on the table was dazzling, and he fluttered to the table for a closer look.

Herron left only one sentence, "Since then, the landscape has never met, regardless of the old and short."

The joy of the founder vanished, He Zheng's face was pale, and he searched the Changhuan Hall with bare feet, but no figure was seen. Finally, he wore a single suit and sat at the threshold of the hall door. He seemed to be able to wait until the person came back. .

He thought that the emperor was finally touched by his sincerity, but did not expect that the emperor would only leave him a cold mouth in the end?

He Zheng smiled slightly, buried his face in his knees, and twitched lowly.

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Three months later, a small courtyard in Yangzhou City.

Heron was sitting under the sycamore tree, playing with the leaves, leisurely.

After escaping from the palace, he became a leisure cloud wild crane, coarse tea light rice instead of the mountain and sea flavor, rough cloth clothing replaced the silky brocade, and the man's daily dedication to pass the time, he was also a bit unaccustomed, but ... seriously With only a little bit, it's not difficult to leave behind.

Herron had just closed his eyes, and was going to take a short break, but a dark shadow appeared in front of him, blocking his sunlight.

The breath on the person was strong, and he couldn't possibly wonder who it was.

There was a hint of complexity in his heart, and he was disgusted, angry, and afraid, and wanted to leave this person immediately, but did not admit that there was a trace of expectation in it.

Heron opened his eyes vigorously, but did not see the gloomy look as expected, and saw the person in front removed the robe and was dressed in a simple dress, just like a refreshing teenager, carrying a thousand feet of light, and finally squatting in front of him Down, a natural smile appeared, the tone was cheerful, "Lang, I miss you."

Heron paused, grasping the grass roots next to him, slightly surprised by the changes in him and his title.

Regardless of the dignity of his identity, He Zheng sat with him on the root of the tree, indifferently saying in a few words that he was going to abdicate, and regardless of everyone's obstruction, came to him to find a series of past.

"Then how is my dynasty's dynasty good?" Herron suddenly changed his face when he heard the word abdicated. He never expected that he would really do this. Willing to let go?

He Zheng squinted slightly, feeling the air next to him, and said seriously: "You don't believe I will give up the mountains for you, I will show you."

Heron clenched his fist and sighed again. He had long thought about it, and no longer wanted to be entangled with national affairs. He just pressed his throat and said, "When I first saw you, you were only eight years old. I have known each other for twenty years ... "

He Zheng nodded, slowly grabbed his fingers and held them in the palm of his hand, but he glanced away again.

"In the past ten years, I showed my admiration and care for you, but you and I know that there is nothing but my wishful thinking ... except that maybe you and I have never expected that in the next ten years you will be so distressed Wait, you ca n’t ask for it ... you say, is this a godsend? "

He Zheng bit his lip, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, stopped talking, and picked up a small flower pot in his hand. "Your favorite orchid is only available in the palace. I brought it specially. You See? Stop talking about that ... please ... "

He held the orchid in front of Heron, begging softly in his scorching eyes, fearing that he was talking and letting him go again.

Heron quietly took a look at the orchid, his complexion gradually softened, and He Zheng was relieved, thinking about asking, "I haven't seen you laughing for a long time. Would you like to see it again?"

His request was an easy task. He Zheng, who was also a generation of emperors, had to be so careful to ask, it was inevitably sad.

Heron was so ruthless that he didn't want to answer him, and tore off a boring flower rather boringly. He no longer looked at half a minute. The person who always smiled and found smiles could not find a half shadow on him.

"I laughed at you countless times before, even before I died, and I didn't see you caring ... now it's late, I'm tired and don't want to laugh anymore." He poked his lips and returned the orchid to him.

"No problem, don't laugh if you don't want to laugh, I will try my best to make you happy in the future, we ... come to Japan to grow up." He Zheng pulled the corner of his mouth, even if the curvature of his mouth never disappeared in front of Heron. However, it only makes people feel deep sadness, as if he is not laughing, but crying.

Heron frowned, questioning his words. after? Does this person really want to let him go in this life? When does this chase end?

A thick sense of exhaustion rose, and his words sounded with a sigh.

"No one in this world has to be anyone. Let me go, let alone yourself ... we are all too tired, let go."

That let-off seemed to be magnified several times, echoing repeatedly in He Zheng's brain, making him unable to maintain the smile at the corner of his mouth, and the stubbornness in his bones was stimulated again.

"But I would rather not let myself go, than I let you go."

He Zheng's words were so powerful that he approached him in spite of his carelessness, but instead of being as rude as before, he gently embraced the people around him and took the breath from him to survive, willingly confessing his fate, Your good and bad, I accept it in full, willing to be ashamed. How good you have been to me before, I will only treat you better, as long as ... don't leave me silently. "

He gasped a few breaths, as if the panic left by Heron when he left that day still remained in his mind.

Without the pursuit of power and years of ambitious ambitions, the Hezheng Zheng at this time found the purity of his childhood, the imperial spirit was washed completely on him, and he stepped down from the throne, but he was only for many years The boy I loved before.

Maybe it was sleepy, Heron didn't refute again, closed his eyes and rested, and there was an inconspicuous arc in the corner of his mouth. When He Zheng thought he had fallen asleep and didn't dare to disturb him, he heard a soft word in his ear. "Follow you."

At this time in March in the spring and spring, the spring breeze started, blowing the orchid between the two people.

No one knows when the wind will stop.

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