Jiang Ziyu smiled wryly: "I should go back, if I don't go back my mother should be suspicious."
As soon as the words fell, the blade pressed against his neck tightly again, and he heard the other party ask in a hoarse voice, "Are you going back to expose me?"
The boy's head was raised slightly, and the vulnerable parts were exposed in front of the other party unreservedly, and then the moonlight cast in faintly, he saw the other party's cold gaze, and seemed to be able to cut his throat without hesitation in the next moment: " If I want to expose you, I can do it just now. I just want you to stop, I don't want you to die. "
"Why?"
"Because I like you."
Mu Yingsheng moved his hand back a little, his eyes were full of confusion: "What does the elder son like about Xiaomin? If it is this face, Xiaomin will be ruined; but if the elder son just wants to play Forget it, stay away from the little people, and don't want to get into trouble."
"As long as you don't make mistakes, it's not a disaster." Looking stubbornly at the person in front of him, the young man gritted his teeth, betting that the person in front of him would not have the heart to hurt him, and approached step by step, hugging the already narrow place The person in front of him: "If it's a disaster, let it be a disaster, I will protect you from worry."
"If what I want to commit is the crime of killing the king, how will the son protect me?"
His heart skipped a beat, Jiang Ziyu held Mu Yingsheng's hand tightly, he felt the sweat in his palm, and couldn't tell whether it was the other party's or his own; "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the crimes you committed are all my sin."
Since he had to choose one, he would bear all his sins.
"My son is not worth it."
No... not like that.
Jiang Ziyu touched the opponent's lips like a dragonfly, and Jiang Ziyu saw that the opponent still did not change his expression, as if nothing in the world could affect the opponent or disturb the opponent's heart; but Mu Yingsheng's every move, even his own kiss, Can make him at a loss: "No, you are worth it, only you are worth it."
Maybe it was because he really owed Mu Yingsheng something in his previous life, so he came to atone for his sins in this life; or maybe he loved deeply in his previous life and couldn't get what he asked for in this life.
A twisted melon is not sweet, but the other party's attitude also tacitly allows him to take a step closer, doesn't it
Mu Yingsheng's eyes flickered, making it hard to tell what he was thinking. He put down the dagger, put his hand on Jiang Ziyu's cheek, and asked softly, "Is my son willing to do anything for Xiaomin?"
"yes."
"What if I kill the person closest to you?"
He smiled, and the young man's smile was no longer the same as it used to be. There were tears in his eyes; "Then I will bear all the sins for you."
"I wish you well."
With a long sigh, Mu Yingsheng got out of the rockery with his body on, and hid in the darkness without saying a word to him.
Jiang Ziyu stared at the thick ink for a long time, and ran into Shen Qingyi not long after he left, his heart skipped a beat for a moment, he forced a smile: "What a coincidence, are you also here to drink away?"
The other party stared at the injury on his neck for a long time, and touched it lightly with his hands. The pain he imagined did not strike, but he only felt warm, and the tingling feeling disappeared after a while. Shen Qingyi took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on his neck, as if treating a lover with intimacy, muffled: "It's him, right?"
"I do not know what you're talking about."
"Don't like him, okay?" The touch on his neck became heavier, and Shen Qingyi's usually green eyes were dark, which made him feel very dangerous: "If you like me, I will treat you well for the rest of my life, and I won't let you I'm sorry, I won't embarrass you."
He couldn't help but took a step back, but the other hand firmly fixed the back of his head, lowered his head and slowly approached: "Try to like me, okay?"
Jiang Ziyu frowned, resisting the urge to slap the other party, trying to struggle but the other party's hand seemed to be stuck, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it off: "Let me loose."
"I'm not loose." Shen Qingyi smiled lowly: "Why can you like him unreservedly, but you still refuse to look back at me."
"I didn't understand this feeling at first, but I just know that I hope you can like me like you like him."
"I can erase all your memories, but even if you forget him, you will still fall in love with him at a glance."
The fingertips gently drew Jiang Ziyu's cervical vertebrae, and the tingling feeling rose from the tailbone and gradually spread around the body. He swallowed, and when he was about to speak, the other party pressed his index finger against his lips.
"Shh, why can you love him so much but not me? I want to see if you have his name in your bones. If I erase his name and engrave mine on it, Would you like me as much as you like him?"
When Jiang Ziyu saw the other party for the last time, Shen Qingyi was against the moonlight, and the shadow hit his face.
When he woke up the next day, Jiang Ziyu felt dizzy, and only remembered that he was drunk after the palace banquet, and he couldn't remember clearly what happened after that, even how he got back.
When he returned to the National Teacher's Mansion, when he saw Shen Qingyi, he subconsciously avoided him. Seeing the disappointment on the other party's face, he opened his mouth dumbly, but he didn't know how to comfort Shen Qingyi: "I was too tired after going back last night, maybe I was drunk, and I haven't recovered from it yet."
"It's okay, just take a good rest."
The gentle attitude of the other party made Jiang Ziyu secretly annoyed. He felt that he was a little baffled, but for some reason, he didn't seem to be as close to the other party as before, and it could even be said that he was a little wary.
After staying in the National Teacher's Mansion for a few more days, after getting along with Shen Qingyi again, he felt that he was overthinking before, and the other party didn't care about his attitude. In contrast, Jiang Ziyu felt even more guilty.
But I don't know if it's because I'm overthinking, I always feel that the other party touches me intentionally or unintentionally, and when he looks over, Shen Qingyi will turn his head again, or there is no guilty conscience or other emotions on his face. Suppressing his own doubts, Jiang Ziyu concentrated on studying the knowledge taught by the other party at the National Teacher's Mansion.
One day, the other party grabbed his hand to draw a picture, and suddenly whispered in his ear: "Mu Yingsheng is in jail."
"Your grandpa is in danger."
Jiang Ziyu really couldn't associate Mu Yingsheng with the emperor, and the news Shen Qingyi uttered struck him like thunder. Ink dripped on the painting, and the thick ink color in the blank space of the finished painting made Jiang Ziyu's pupils shrink, and his head ached a little, as if thinking about it, but he couldn't catch the fleeting tail.
"I'm going to find him."
"it's useless."
I saw Shen Qingyi smiling like a spring breeze: "He will be beheaded soon."
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The gorgeous flower of jealousy blooms in the admiration of others, but it is planted in his heart and keeps blooming forever, devouring his heart.