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Mo Xi really slept soundly that day, he never dreamed of the scene dripping with blood, nor heard the miserable cry at night.

The two lived together peacefully like this. When Qin Guangzhao was free, he would accompany Mo Xi in the Hongfeng Courtyard, play chess with him, watch him paint, and specially invited famous chefs from Jiangnan to cook Mo Xi's favorite dishes. vegetable.

Mo Xi finally stopped losing weight.Although he was still full of reluctance when he was alone with Qin Guangzhao, he finally stopped resisting Qin Guangzhao's touch and could silently offer him a glass of wine when Qin Guangzhao was upset.

one year later

Qin Guangzhao hadn't spoken since he entered Hongfeng courtyard today, his face was terribly dark.

"Isn't today the sage's birthday? What's the matter?" Mo Xi's voice came from the room.

Hearing that Mo Xi took the initiative to talk to him, Qin Guangzhao calmed down a bit, but his face was still dark, and he picked up the jug on the table silently and drank it down.

"The wine is not warm, it's cold." Mo Xi reminded subconsciously.

"Ziyu is caring about me?" Qin Guangzhao hooked the corners of his mouth, and Mo Xi was a little scared when he saw the hostile smile.

The last time Qin Guangzhao appeared like this was when he forced Mo Xi in the imperial garden that day. Mo Xi felt a little apprehensive, and instinctively wanted to avoid Qin Guangzhao's gaze, but Qin Guangzhao was a little annoyed at this dodge instead.

"Ziyu, why are you hiding, I'm so scary? Are you so afraid of me? I'm the Son of Heaven, not the King of Hades." As he spoke, he forcibly broke Mo Xi's face, making him look directly at him.

"...What's wrong with you." Mo Xi couldn't escape, he could only say something to divert his attention, lest he do something outrageous on the spur of the moment.

"What's wrong with me? I'm fine. I don't care about Xiaoxiao's opinion. They're all ants!" Qin Guangzhao rarely used the word "zhen" in front of Mo Xi. Today's situation shows that there is someone in the court. disobeyed him.

"...What happened." Mo Xi rarely saw Qin Guangzhao like this, and he couldn't hide or run away, so he could only find a way to make him happy.

"It's not those old and immortal courtiers." Qin Guangzhao let go of Mo Xi, "But there is still wine."

"Yes. But you still have a banquet today..."

"I'm not going! Emperor Yulie is notorious for being irritable and disobedient, so why do I care so much?" Qin Guangzhao stood up, "I'm irritable, walk with me."

From time to time, Qin Guangzhao would order someone to bring some fine wine to Hongfeng Courtyard, so Mo Xi got up to get some fine wine, and followed him to the backyard.

"You live here all day long, and all the concubines in the harem seem to have been put in limbo. It's no wonder they don't persuade you. You asked for it." Mo Xi poured him a glass of wine, still speaking bluntly.

Qin Guangzhao picked up Mo Xidi's wine, blowing the cool breeze, and calmed down a little: "Since I let you be mine alone, naturally the reverse is also the same, that's only fair."

"I really want to hate you purely." Without reason, Mo Xi said this.

"Obviously, you didn't."

"..."

After a while, Mo Xi sighed, "I'm very tired."

The days of being alone, like the days when the world is an enemy, and the days when nothing is right, must be very tiring.

"Tired." Qin Guangzhao poured himself a large glass of wine, and swallowed down, "Tired, really tired."

"You asked for it." Mo Xi suddenly realized that he was sympathizing with him, and added.

"Yes, I asked for it." Qin Guangzhao was not annoyed, as if he was used to his duplicity of speaking, "Can I give you a hug?"

"..." Mo Xi froze for a moment, stood up silently, and walked in front of Qin Guangzhao.

Seeing that Qin Guangzhao didn't respond, Mo Xi gave an impatient "tsk".He opened his arms perfunctorily and hugged Qin Guangzhao, and then let go.

"Hahaha, Ziyu, your hug is so insincere. Let me hug you." Qin Guangzhao's annoyance was swept away by Mo Xi's "active" hug, and he grabbed Mo who wanted to leave with his backhand. Analyzing, pulling him into his arms.

Biting Mo Xi's reddened ear, Qin Guangzhao thought, for this hug, no matter how many slander letters he wrote, he could write whatever the history books wanted.

The author has something to say: I’ve been a little stuck lately...but it’s almost over, so I’m sure I won’t cheat