On the correct way to hook up with a poisonous tongue

Qin Shi was half-coerced and half-taunted by Yaoguang and went to sleep on the bed. He turned around and left a back view for Yaoguang, because he didn't want him to see his expression buried deep under the pillow.

It's strange, even though they have become ghosts, why are they still so easily moved.

Qin Shi forced himself to calm down in his heart, telling himself over and over again that no one in this world could be trusted, and the only one he could trust was himself.He has only himself.

But no matter how much he meditates silently, he can't resist the drowsy tiredness and the occasional sadness and emotion in his heart. These two completely different emotions are intertwined, like the encounter between a thousand-year-old glacier and hot magma, and the fierce waves in the collision make him calm no matter what down.

Qin Shi was unconscious, turned to look at him, but saw an empty room.The person who was still practicing in the room with his eyes closed just now was nowhere to be seen.

He turned around slowly, the disappointment after carrying too much hope was too painful.

After living a whole life, he still can't get rid of this problem. His expectations are always too high, and what he fantasizes is always illusory.

Qin Shi fell asleep again and fell into endless darkness.

The bright moon hangs high at night, the cold wind is thin, and the moonlight is as cool as frost.Yaoguang was wearing a black robe, and the moonlight shone on him, instantly tracing countless fine patterns, tangled into ancient and mysterious code words.When he is concentrating and meditating, he is like a sculpture, a sculpture of the gods enshrined in the temple, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

What Yaoguang held in his hand was a scroll carved from white jade, with a few numbers on it, which recorded Qin Shi's life.

People in the world are like a drop in the ocean, complicated and ethereal, and only his name and some important deeds can be recorded in the underworld.

On the scroll, Qin Shi, with the character Hanxue, is the son of Qin Le, the former general of the Yong Kingdom.Qin Liao's rebellion failed, and his entire family was executed. Qin Shi escaped because he was the concubine son of the Qin family's maidservant, and was secretly hid in the palace by the then crown prince Zhao Lin, using his identity as a secret guard to hide his eyes and ears.

Qin Shi died in the seventh year of Changming, and died in the escort, acting as the emperor at that time, the former prince Zhao Lin blocked a knife.

When Yaoguang saw the last line, he closed the scroll suddenly, and with a flash of white light on his fingertips, the scroll disappeared.

He walked lightly into the room, wanting to continue his practice, but he couldn't calm down no matter what.

Yaoguang walked slowly to the bed, lifted up the veil that seemed to cover it, and saw Qin Shi's back curled up in a ball.

Qin Shi didn't know what happened in his sleep, he closed his eyes, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and he couldn't even caress him.His brows and eyes were full of sadness and desolation, he no longer had the look of rejecting people thousands of miles away in the daytime, as if he had removed all disguises, silently bearing the pain caused by the wound.

Yaoguang heard people say that people who huddle themselves into a ball while sleeping are too insecure. He looked at the little mole in the corner of Qin Shi's eye that was almost bleeding, and his feet seemed to be stuck.

Yaoguang took off his black robe and covered him.

Mortal quilts cannot keep out the cold for ghosts.The black robe on Yaoguang's body was woven by a goddess, and it takes a hundred years to weave one piece. Although it is just a garment, it is still a treasure.It is full of spiritual power and is most suitable for warming him up.

Yaoguang went back and sat upright, closing his eyes to practice, but his mind was restless, thinking about trivial matters.

Qin Shi told him that he came to Chang'an to find an answer, but he didn't mention anything else.Yaoguang didn't know whether Qin Shi had other relatives in Yangjian, the only thing he knew was that Qin Shi had been hiding in the dark, protecting the emperor, and finally died for the emperor.

Who is the answer he came looking for?Is that the emperor?Wasn't he willing to die for that emperor?Yaoguang only knows the secret guard in the world, and he swears allegiance to one person to the death. He has long put life and death aside, what can he not let go of?

There were more and more doubts, and Yaoguang couldn't continue to practice, so he simply stopped thinking about it, waved his hands and spread the official affairs accumulated over the past few days on the table, and reviewed them one by one.

In the morning, he stretched himself, looked up and saw Qin Shi holding the black robe he put on at night, looking at him blankly.

Yaoguang subconsciously spread a smile, and swallowed the harsh words that satirized his sleepiness every day before somehow.