It's not that he can't believe Zhong Ming'e's feelings for him, but this is the fact, maybe Zhong Ming'e didn't think so much. But he couldn't think about the empty imperial tomb, the lonely days. What made him think day and night was Zhong Ming'e, and he thought too thoroughly. But it's because it's too transparent. He felt more and more depressed and melancholy.
He felt that he should let go, especially after Zhong Ming'e had already given up on him. He should forget about the past and guard the imperial mausoleum steadily, with a meager salary. Wait a few years. He finally calmed down and let go, so he married a wife and gave birth to a baby and lived the rest of his life peacefully.
But with the arrival of the Ghost Festival, Liao Chongwu lost all reason. They all completely collapsed in front of Zhong Ming'e's tears. He knew that it was impossible for him to let go of Zhong Ming'e. When he didn't see Zhong Ming'e, he could still deceive himself. But as soon as he saw Zhong Ming'e, he only knew who his heart belonged to in this life. So he admits it, no matter how rough and depressing this life is, he admits it. He just wants to be with Zhong Ming'e, he doesn't want a title, he doesn't want promises, he doesn't want anything, as long as he can be by Zhong Ming'e's side, as long as Zhong Ming'e has a place for him in his heart, that's enough.
He was willing to do anything for Zhong Ming'e, no matter whether it was going up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of fire, but Zhong Ming'e had only left the imperial mausoleum not long ago, when he heard the rumors about the capital, he suddenly discovered that he could actually do nothing, even It brought endless troubles to Zhong Ming'e, and then he fell into depression again.
After a few days of deliberation, he wrote that letter, every word was written correctly, but every single word was filled with blood and tears. If the most important thing in Zhong Ming'e's heart is always the imperial chair, Then he is willing to fulfill it, even if there is only so much he can do.
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"Liao Chongwu, it's not because of you. Others don't know about our affairs." Liao Chongwu was speechless for a while, and Zhong Ming'e also sensed his mood. At that moment, he looked up at Liao Chongwu, stroking his green chin, He said in a deep voice, "It's Prince Rong. He and the imperial concubine, mother and son, one tried to ruin my reputation in the previous court, and the other tried to blame the mother and concubine in the harem. Fortunately, the father is a sensible man, so he didn't let me go. Their mother and son succeeded."
"Then you just let them ruin your reputation like this?" Liao Chongwu was a little anxious, "You don't even know how outsiders talk about you, you really can't go on like this."
"But how can such rumors be counterattacked to stop the troublemaker's mouth?" Zhong Ming'e asked.
Liao Chongwu couldn't answer anymore. That's right, the most important thing in the capital is gossip, but when it comes to famous officials, ministers, and even princes and concubines, there are gossips in the world. This is human nature. Soon there will be another wave, and there is never a clean solution to rumors, unless it is...
Iron blood suppression.
"Others can't do anything, but I have it," Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu's silent face, suddenly smiled slyly, stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek, and said, "I don't care what the ordinary people say about me. The only thing I care about is the royal father. Before long, I will report to the royal father that Princess Huijun is three months pregnant. What will the royal father think when he hears the rumors? He will believe that I am a broken sleeve after hearing the rumors, or he will think that someone has framed me Framed?"
"That's true. It doesn't matter what the others are. What the Lord Long Live thinks is the most important thing." Liao Chongwu nodded, feeling relieved suddenly, but a little sour for no reason.
"So you are not allowed to think wildly in the future, and you are not allowed to come up with any ridiculous ideas about marrying a wife, you know?" Zhong Ming'e said with a sullen face, "You don't even know that I will be pissed off by you these days, so I'm afraid of being late One step, and you..."
"What's wrong with me?" Liao Chongwu couldn't help laughing when he saw his angry face.
"You're in someone else's bed!" Zhong Ming'e said in a broken jar, "You don't know how worried I am, I've never ridden across the road so much day and night, my waist is about to break, how do you know As soon as we met, you..."
"What's the matter with me?" Liao Chongwu still smiled, very badly, but the two hands under the quilt kept gently rubbing Zhong Ming'e's waist.
"Liao Chongwu..." Zhong Ming'e didn't answer, but just stared at him for a long while without blinking, and then plunged his head into his arms again, gently rubbing against his chest, sighing softly , "Why do I like you so much?"
It seems to be asking Liao Chongwu, but also seems to be asking himself.