Zong Ziheng tried to break through the blockade of the spiritual veins, and as Zong Zixiao said, it would take at least a few hours, but he didn't have many hours at all, because Zong Zixiao was clinging to him most of the time—just like when he was a child.
There are still many old people in the Wuji Palace. Although they all know that the two are not biological brothers, and Zong Zixiao is no longer His Highness the Ninth Prince, but after seeing their brothers and sisters for more than ten years, the current "relationship" between the two is indistinguishable. Surprisingly, no matter how much Cai Chengyi ordered the imperial doctor and servants to shut up, they could not completely stop the rumors from leaking out, because Zong Zixiao didn't shy away from it at all.
It's like he got a new and interesting toy, he must eat and sleep with Zong Ziheng, and he can hold people in his arms and kiss whenever he feels excited, especially Zong Ziheng's embarrassment and shame. happy.
One day, while eating dinner, Zong Zixiao drank the fine wine from the Wuji Palace, so excited, he pulled Zong Ziheng to sit on his lap and told him to feed him.
He is majestic, but he wants to "accompany the guests" like a firework girl, not to mention there are seven or eight servants standing beside him, Zong Ziheng is so angry that his face turns blue, he knocks down his wine glass, gets up and wants to leave.
As soon as Zong Zixiao stretched out his long arms, he grabbed his waist, brazenly pressed him on his lap, and said with a sneer, "Reluctant again?"
Zong Ziheng wanted to retort, "When would I rather live?", but this kind of dialogue only showed his own incompetence, he just struggled to break free.
The eunuchs and maids who were waiting on the side almost lowered their heads to their chests, not daring to breathe.
Zong Zixiao's strength was astonishing, he pressed him tightly, and said sarcastically: "You are not willing to feed me a sip of wine, do you really think that you are still some kind of emperor? In front of me, you are at most a concubine."
"Bastard!" Zong Ziheng was extremely ashamed, and slapped Zong Zixiao severely. Although he was born as an unfavored prince, he was born noble after all. No matter whether others despise him secretly or not, they respect him as His Royal Highness on the surface. Especially this person, or his younger brother.
The slap Zongzi Xiao could obviously avoid it, but he didn't even blink his eyes. He pressed the tip of his tongue against his hot cheek, showing a sinister smile: "With so little strength, didn't you eat enough just now?"
Zong Ziheng saw that the mountain rain was about to come in the eyes of the foxes that flew diagonally upward.
"If you don't eat well, then don't eat." Zong Zixiao waved his hand, and all the delicacies on the table were swept to the ground by the palm of his hand, and the crisp sound of cups and saucers breaking was like the sound of drums before the war.
The servants huddled and filed out.
Zong Zixiao said slowly: "Stop." He kept staring at Zong Ziheng's eyes, "Who will allow you to go."
Several people lowered their heads and hunched their shoulders, at a loss.
"Close the door and wait outside, the emperor may need someone to serve him at any time."
The dangerous breath climbed up the spine, Zong Ziheng forced himself to be calm, and stared at Zong Zixiao without giving up.
As soon as the door was closed, Zong Zixiao suddenly pressed Zong Ziheng on the table.
"Zong Zixiao!" Zong Ziheng roared, "You, you dare." He realized what was going to happen, and his momentum had already weakened by three points.
Zong Zixiao sneered and said: "Your memory is too bad, you always forget who has the final say here, in front of me, you still want to be the emperor and elder brother, it doesn't matter, I will let you remember over and over again, what are the consequences of disobedience. "
Zong Zixiao turned his elder brother over and pressed him on the table, grabbed his wrists with one hand, cut them behind his back, lifted up the luxurious dragon robe, and tore his obscene pants with a "hiss".
Zong Ziheng's eyes were blood red and his face was hot, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be futile.
Concerned about Zong Ziheng's injury these days, the Demon Venerable, who has always acted recklessly, choked hard, opened up a few times roughly, and just stabbed in like that.
Outside the door, the maids, eunuchs, and guards kneeling on the ground were forced to hear all the atrocities that happened within the door.
They heard the violent shaking of the table, the slamming of flesh and the sticking of liquid, the arrogant and obscene words of the Demon Lord, and the desperately suppressed sobs. They couldn't bear it, but they were red-faced and forced to imagine how the emperor who had always been calm, prudent and unsmiling was being treated at this moment.
Whatever Zongzi Hengyue cares about, Zongzi Xiao takes pleasure in depriving him. Everyone knows how to train a dog. In fact, training people is a principle. He wants to teach Zongzi Heng a lesson, and never dare to say no to him again.
The battlefield was transferred from the imperial dining hall to the bedroom, and the long night seemed to have no end. The stubborn and forbearing emperor finally collapsed under the stimulation of being unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure, crying and begging for mercy, but the greedy predator could not be easily satisfied, and the two fell together. The abyss of meat valley—
After that night, Zong Ziheng did learn a lesson, a person who is not afraid of death, became afraid of the younger brother he brought up with his own hands. No matter how much Zong Zixiao hated him, in the deepest part of his heart, he could never forget his Xiao Jiu, and even couldn't help but look for Xiao Jiu's shadow in Zong Zixiao's speech and behavior, but now, he couldn't find it anymore.
Sooner or later, he will be able to completely separate Xiao Jiu from the Demon Lord in his heart. At that time, he should not be in pain, but before that day comes, the Wuji Palace is full of past memories, reminding him everywhere, the past Laughter and today's resentment are bloody contrasts.
For example, one lazy afternoon, Zong Zixiao hugged his eldest brother who was exhausted by himself, and suddenly pointed to the flower pot on the table and asked, "Why don't you grow flowers? I seem to see this pot." Fan The white petals, the red veins, the heart like blood beads, and the tender green leaves, at first glance, it is the orchid that my elder brother likes.
Zong Ziheng looked at the pot of orchids, but instantly lost his sleepiness.
Zong Zixiao had long been used to his eldest brother's reticence, but now he became curious. He remembered how much this man loved orchids, why was this pot left alone
After a long time, the eldest son Heng said: "I don't want to raise it anymore."
"That woman is gone, who can stop you from planting flowers." Zong Zixiao thought of Shen Shiyao, and hatred arose in his heart, because it made her die early.
"I don't want to raise it anymore." Zong Ziheng repeated, his voice extremely indifferent.
He would no longer grow flowers. On the day the orchid garden was destroyed, he thought that maybe he was not worthy of those delicate and beautiful things. The long torment in the future completely destroyed his longing for any beautiful heart.
But only this pot, he was reluctant to throw it away.
That was after Zong Zixiao escaped from the Wuji Palace, and Bailu Pavilion was already vacant. One day, he missed his Xiao Jiu so much, so he went to Bailu Pavilion alone. The orchid seedlings in the pot look sluggish, as if they will soon dry up and die.
He recognized this seedling, because it was a new variety he had bred, and he hadn't even had time to name it. He looked at the orchid seedlings, imagining that his Xiaojiu would sneak back to a messy orchid garden on a rainy night, find a seedling that was not dead, bring it back to his room and raise it clumsily, for fear that his mother would find out that it would cause trouble. Being destroyed again, he was afraid that he would be disappointed if he couldn't support him, so he kept hiding it from him until his own world was also turned upside down.
In that dusty room, he cried bitterly while hugging the stump.
For ten years, he only raised this potted flower, and he named it Dangshanhe. He thought that one day when Xiaojiu came back, they could clear up the misunderstanding, let go of their hatred, and talk about the story of Dangshanhe.
But Zong Zixiao doesn't know this potted flower, maybe in the eyes of people who don't grow flowers, all flowers are similar, maybe the hatred is like a cloud covering the eyes, making Mozun forget too many things, forgetting the care and love of his elder brother for more than ten years How could it be all hypocrisy.
And he never said it again.