Under the watchful eyes of the public, the little emperor began to mix drinks in a mess.
He threw in a few grains of rice first, and then poured in some orange-red soup. Finally, he took a plate of Sixi balls and used chopsticks to pick out a meatball that was bigger than his fist. After frowning for a long time, he decided to Squeeze it with your own spoon.
He was going to put the meatballs that had been smashed to pieces into the wine glass, but the wine glass was too small to withstand his tossing. The eunuch even called His Majesty several times, but Chi Zhao ignored him. Naturally, seeing this scene, they were silent for a second, and then toasted their colleagues even more happily.
Although they couldn't understand what His Majesty was doing, as long as they had eyes, they knew that their Majesty was drunk. If the ministers lose their honor, the regent, who has always practiced iron-blooded politics, will definitely choose to slash them. On the contrary, if the minister sees the emperor's disobedience, it is estimated that in order to protect the face of the little emperor, the regent will still choose to cut them.
No matter what, there is no way to escape the tragic fate, so let's just pretend to be blind.
…
No one had seen what the little emperor looked like when he was drunk, so they were all worried, afraid that the little emperor would suddenly jump up and go crazy. But to let them down, even if Chi Zhao is drunk, he is a good baby who will not cause trouble. He is now focusing all his attention on the glass of wine he is tinkering with, and doesn't want to do anything else at all.
After discovering that Chi Zhao was in a wrong state, Shen Wumian had already stood up and walked to the dragon chair without hesitation. He leaned down slightly, stood beside Chi Zhao in a respectful and intimate gesture, and asked the young man in his eyes in a low voice. : "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Likewise, Chi Zhao ignored him. The neglected Prince Regent pondered for two seconds. He straightened up, beckoned the eunuch next to him, and ordered him a few words. Then, he stretched out his hand and wanted to bring Chi Zhao up, "Your Majesty, it's time to go back, Wei Chen. Take you back to the palace, okay?"
Chi Zhao seemed to have just heard his voice, he raised his head and looked at Shen Wumian calmly, not drunk at all, but being looked at by him like this, Shen Wumian suddenly became very nervous.
For so many years, he has seen all kinds of people, and he knows that there is a type of person who looks almost the same as usual after being drunk, but if this type of person gets upset, no one can resist.
For a moment, Shen Wumian flashed many ways to deal with the aftermath, some mild, some bloody, in short, he just couldn't make his majesty feel a little embarrassed. But before he had a chance to use these methods, Chi Zhao tilted his head and said obediently, "Okay."
Putting down the things in his hand, his wide cuffs swept around the table. Chi Zhao grabbed Shen Wumian's cool palm and stood up. Because his legs were weak, he stumbled a bit, but holding onto Shen Wumian, he quickly recovered. Standing up again, Shen Wumian was worried that he would fall, and his eyes closely followed his figure, except that the pace was unsteady at first, and then he walked smoothly, and it was completely impossible to see that Chi Zhao was now in a broken state.
After walking out two steps, suddenly, Chi Zhao made a sudden movement, he turned around, Shen Wumian looked at him puzzled, Chi Zhao's eyes swept behind him, and finally locked on the wine glass he was tinkering with just now. .
He warned the eunuch in the distance, "That's my lady in pink. I want it, and I'll send it to me later, do you hear?"
Pretty in Pink…
The little emperor had no chance to contact women at all, except for the few dancers just now. Could it be that Chen Yi fell in love with the dancing girl when he was not paying attention? !
Holding the little emperor's palm suddenly exerted force, Chi Zhao was in pain, and instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Shen Wumian held him tightly and did not let him let go.
This is still the main hall, and a group of people are watching. No matter how presumptuous Shen Wumian is, he can't reveal his true nature here. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality. After finally adjusting, he opened his eyes and looked at the little boy beside him. The emperor smiled slightly, "Let's go, Your Majesty."
When the figures of the little emperor and the regent disappeared in the hall, the rest of the people, whether they were eunuchs, palace maids, civil servants and generals, or the guards left by the regent, all straightened their waists slightly bowed out of fear. , by the way, wiped a forehead that was already sweating.
Terrible, really.
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Sending the little emperor back to his own bedroom, Shen Wumian waved and let the rest go out. Hong Lei was the last to go out. She stood at the door and hesitated for a moment.
The little emperor had already taken off his cumbersome and heavy coat, and was lying half asleep on the bed, while the master was sitting beside the little emperor.
Hong Lei was a little worried about this situation.
Feeling that someone was looking over here, Shen Wumian lifted his eyelids and looked at the door, stared at by that icy gaze, Hong Lei's body froze, and he was no longer worried in an instant.
…
She hurried out and closed the door for them by the way.
No outsiders disturbed him, Shen Wumian slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Chi Zhao, who was dozing with his eyes closed. The young man's eyes closed was extraordinarily peaceful. Compared with his usual, he lacked a little obedience, but he was a little more relieved and tranquil.
The little emperor with his eyes open always had a lot of calculations and thoughts, and Shen Wumian still liked him now.
Thinking like this, Shen Wumian stretched out his hand and grabbed Chi Zhao's chin. The original owner's body was very skinny. After drinking traditional Chinese medicine for a whole year, he also ate countless unpalatable medicated meals, and finally took Chi Zhao from him. The Pai Tiao Chicken has grown into a Bai Zhan Chicken. Shen Wumian didn't use much strength, but he woke up Chi Zhao all of a sudden. It didn't feel good to be pinched by someone's chin. Chi Zhao frowned and raised his arm to break Shen. Sleepless fingers.
Chi Zhao's strength was like a tickling in Shen Wumian's eyes, he didn't care at all, at this time his mind was still surrounding Chi Zhao's body.
After so long, there was still no progress. The old imperial doctor said that it would take five years to fully recuperate the little emperor's body, which seemed to be true.
Although Shen Wumian was in a hurry, he also knew that the disease came like a mountain, and the disease went away like a thread. No one can be in a hurry on this kind of thing. But looking at the boy's too thin cheeks, he always hoped that he could grow flesh faster.
It will feel more comfortable that way.
Perhaps it was the drunk young emperor who was particularly easy to bully, but Shen Wumian abandoned the etiquette he had always been half-abiding by. Reaching forward, swiping lightly on the soft flesh on his chin a few times.
When he did this, he never thought about what it meant. He just did it if he wanted to. Anyway, the little emperor had already accepted his jade pendant. From now on, he was his person, and he had no chance to go back.
Chi Zhao's shoving action suddenly stopped, and slowly lost his sense of existence. When Shen Wumian finally raised his eyelids and looked at Chi Zhao's eyes, he looked at those clean and clear eyes, and Shen Wumian was slightly stunned.
He is looking at himself intently, no matter in the last life or this life, Shen Wumian has never been seen by the little emperor so seriously and curiously.
Suddenly, the little emperor sat up and asked himself softly, "What's your name?"
A bit of surprise flashed in Shen Wumian's eyes, and then he remembered again, the current little emperor is a drunkard, a drunkard has no logic and can say anything. Thinking like this, Shen Wumian chuckled and answered patiently: "Go back to Your Majesty, the name of the minister is Shen Wumian."
Hearing his answer, he didn't know what was wrong with him, the little emperor frowned and asked again, "What's your name?"
Shen Wumian was stunned, paused for a moment, and then replied again: "My name is Shen Wumian."
The little emperor's brows wrinkled even more. He lowered his eyes and muttered softly, "No, I didn't ask that."
Before Shen Wumian asked him what he wanted to know, the young man suddenly became angry. He sat forward a little, stretched out his slender arms, and grabbed Shen Wumian's neckline, "What's your name!"
A bit of confusion flashed in Shen Wumian's eyes, and soon, those shocks turned into shock and confusion.
He... Got it
Tough and stubborn asked him what his name was, because he already knew that he was not the one who saved him back then
After realizing this, all of Shen Wumian's strength was quickly lost in his limbs and bones, and the blood in his body boiled at this moment. The burning sensation almost dried his internal organs. After the blood rose to the boiling point, it instantly froze. Hear the sound of each blood vessel freezing to ice and then shattering.
After going around in circles, he still returned to the origin of his previous life. He still knew it, and it was likely to be the same as the time he knew in his previous life. So this time, why did he not bother to find Shen Shiliu
It's because he was the first to strike in this life, and he took the lead in restraining his fate, so he didn't dare to act rashly like before
In the past few days, he was so well-behaved and obedient, was it also to use a quiet surface to numb the sight of his enemy
Shen Wumian's thoughts were desperate and negative to the extreme, but Chi Zhao didn't think the same thing as him at all. The more Shen Wumian didn't answer him, the more angry Chi Zhao became. He grabbed Shen Wumian's neckline a little harder. He actually pulled Shen Wumian two inches closer to him.
Chi Zhao still wanted to know the answer to that question, "What's your name?"
Shen Wumian's lips were a little pale, he moved his lips, but no sound came out. Finally, he heard himself ask in a strange and hoarse tone: "What is my name, is it important?"
Hearing this rhetorical question, Chi Zhao was stunned.
very important.
Everyone has a name, and even the stupid system of his family has a version name that makes it persistent and loving. If it is really like what he vaguely conjectured, if his conjecture is not a sad and desperate madman theory, then ... he should have a name of his own.
Chi Zhao was indeed drunk, but he still had a bit of sanity and sobriety. These words turned around in his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say it. Looking at those eyes that didn't know anything, Chi Zhao said. I suddenly lost the strength.
He let go of his hand in despair and replied in a very low voice: "It doesn't matter... but I just want to know."
His chin was suddenly and roughly pinched, and Chi Zhao was forced to raise his head. The person on the opposite side was no longer as quiet and gentle as before. At this time, he looked cruel and terrifying. He stared into Chi Zhao's eyes and said nothing. Temperature, and word for word, like a warning.
"My name is Shen Wumian, no matter how many times you ask me, my name is Shen Wumian."
The person the little emperor loved in his last life was Shen Shiliu, and this always stayed in Shen Wumian's heart, becoming a thorn that could not be pulled out. If the wound has existed for a long time, and no one will treat it, it will eventually fester and rot, gradually contaminating other healthy organs. Shen Wumian has never shown it, because he has been waiting, he is waiting for the day when the little emperor can abandon his life-saving grace and truly fall in love with him.
But now, this day, he doesn't seem to see it.
Shen Wumian's words hit Chi Zhao's heart, dull as a merciless blow, mist instantly rose in his eyes, and even the circles of his eyes turned red. Seeing that he was about to cry, Shen Wumian's heart seemed to be pierced by several poisoned needles at the same time. It was painful, but it wouldn't bleed.
The toxin slowly spread along the blood and atrium, Shen Wumian raised the corner of his lips, showing an ugly and crazy smile, he wanted to tell the little emperor, what if he knew it, what if he wanted to escape, as long as there was a day when he was there for Shen Wumian , He, Chen Yi, don't even think about leaving!
He can only stay by his side forever. If he can't get his heart, he will keep his people. If he can't even get people, even if Chen Yi is made into a lifeless, can't breathe Puppet, he will never let him go!
Shen Wumian knew very well that as long as he said these words, the relationship between him and the little emperor would be completely over. The little emperor seemed to listen to him, but in fact, he also had his dignity and bottom line, and he could accept Shen Wumian If I like him, I can accept that Shen Wumian abuses him, and even more accept that Shen Wumian kills him, but I can't accept it, Shen Wumian toyed with him and imprisoned him.
In fact, this is Chi Zhao's character trait, but now Chi Zhao is the little emperor, so there is nothing wrong with him saying that.
He opened his mouth, and when the hurtful words were about to be said, Chi Zhao lowered his head, raised his arms, wiped his eyes with his cuffs, and asked buzzingly, "Do you like me."
The nasal voice suddenly interrupted Shen Wumian's thoughts, the latter looked at him with a complicated expression, and after a moment of silence, he answered in a deep voice, "Yeah."
He was defeated by these two words. If he could freely choose his own mind, he would not let himself fall into this field.
"Then why do you like me?"
Chi Zhao's voice was still that low, but Shen Wumian could easily hear it clearly. This time, Shen Wumian was quiet for a long time, and he never heard an answer. After looking at each other for about three seconds, he gave his answer.
"… I do not know either."
really do not know. He also thought about this question, but no matter how long he thought about it, he couldn't think of the result. In the end, he could only accept his fate. Maybe it was a terrifying witchcraft technique, maybe it was a sad karma, maybe it was a given the cycle of fate.
In short, he couldn't think of a reason why he liked the little emperor, but he liked him hopelessly.
Just like crazy.