debt repayment

Song Huiming saw that his face turned pale suddenly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," the fool forced a smile, "I'm just tired."

"Go and rest."

"Ah."

After the fool took off his make-up, Song Huiming personally carried him back to the bed, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Ah Zhu didn't think of the past.

About his amnesia, he specially asked court warlocks and imperial physicians, and learned that his amnesia was strange, maybe one day he recovered, and he would still remember the past.

He has observed carefully for a year, and he is afraid that his good A Zhu will turn back into a hysterical madman again.

It's just that as soon as he recalled the cruel and unruly horror of the madman, the tyrannical feeling that had been suppressed for a long time faintly burned and rekindled in his veins.

A Zhu cautiously curry favor with him, afraid of offending him and causing disaster, if he raped him again, how frightened this little sheep would be?

He broke down crying and crying, begging him tremblingly, it was very good to think about it.

I really want to destroy him again.

If you don't enjoy yourself once, there will be thousands of times.

Song Huiming saw that A Zhu was covered by a thin quilt, his brows were slightly frowned, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Some things, once they happen, are like a scourge that opens the gate and cannot be stopped.

It's strange, this is already the perfect wife he has been longing for, why does he still have such thoughts?Ah Zhu is delicate and gentle, and his old illness is hard to recover, how can he treat him like a lunatic again.

He passed through the golden and jade screen, getting farther and farther away from the dragon bed where the heavy veils were laid down.Since I didn't see Ah Zhu sitting up.

Song Huiming left, but he dared not sleep.I was afraid that as soon as I closed my eyes, I would go back to that small woodshed.

The palace people were afraid of disturbing his rest, so they were not in the inner room.He was afraid that he would make a noise, so he got out of the bed barefoot, but felt that he stepped on something hard.

Song Huiming was afraid that he would be cold, so he did not remove the thick blanket in the palace in summer.This protruding thing was hidden under the blanket.

Curious, he squatted down, lifted the blanket, and saw a finely carved silver ball sachet.

The thing carved on it should be the dragon on Song Huiming's dragon robe.

It's your husband's.

He also didn't know how the little sachet got here.

He picked up the sachet, rubbed the small object with the right size for playing with his fingers, and thought that he would hand it over to him when his husband came back.

When the husband returned, Yin practiced the sky.

"Husband," he helped him take off his gown as usual, and then took out the silver sachet as if offering a treasure, "I found this out of the palace today, and I don't know where it was originally placed. Husband, take it... "

Song Huiming's tired and pleasant face changed suddenly, like a nightmare reappearing.

His hands trembled, and the sachet fell to the ground.

"Husband?"

Song Huiming said coldly: "Where did this thing come from?"

"Gong, what I picked up in the palace, just, it's under the blanket..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by Song Huiming.

Unable to bear the violent and terrifying force of the man, he fell to the ground, and followed his instinct to retreat.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, husband, I don't know anything, I'm wrong, I'm wrong..."

Song Huiming grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up: "Sao Lang Bitch, doesn't it look familiar to you? What do you remember?"

The fool didn't know what he was talking about, so he just begged for mercy: "I don't know, I don't know anything, my husband spared me..."

"My things, when did you allow you to move around?"

"Slave is wrong, slave is wrong..."

Song Huiming threw the man back to the ground, and kicked his feet hard: "It's not fun for me to find my head oily, get out!"

The idiot escaped unharmed, knocked his head a few times, then scrambled and fled out of the inner room, ignoring the astonished eyes of the palace people, wishing he could hide at the gate of the palace.

The man was moody, he didn't know what to do, the next morning, he knelt down to please the man, but before he saw him, he was dragged out by the little eunuch and slipped away.

In late spring, the drizzle is continuous, and the flowers and leaves are single.

After a few laps, his healthy body collapsed.

With the dragon boots in front of his eyes, he opened his eyes wide in fear and confessed.

Never should, never should, he shouldn't mess with Song Huiming's things.

A plaything of an Israeli servant, how dare he regard himself as that person's wife and concubine.

"You know what's wrong?"

"I got it wrong, the concubine shouldn't touch my husband's things... ah!"

The man stomped on his wrist.

His eyes were blurred by the severe pain, and only Song Huiming said coldly: "I made a mistake. Hit me."

Kong Wu's powerful eunuch came over and smashed down with sticks.

He cried and shouted until his voice was hoarse, knowing that his good and bad luck depended on men's likes and dislikes.The man is tired of playing with him, so why not hit him again?

He frightenedly curry favor with the man who forced him to be his pet, but he couldn't escape being humiliated.

Blood mixed with rainwater stained the cold blue brick floor red.When he was about to faint, he suddenly spat out blood, looked at the majestic and gloomy man, and suddenly called softly: "... Chengyuan."

He didn't know what he was talking about, but suddenly wanted to call him that.

The weak and weak voice passed through the rain curtain and fell into Song Huiming's ears.

Song Huiming's pupils tightened, and then he was furious: "What are you calling me?!"

I'm afraid the fool really remembered it!

No, his Ah Zhu finally became soft and gentle, how could he really remember the past?

He kicked the fool over, only to see that his eyes had already been closed.

"Is there a fairy medicine that can make people forget their past?"

Mengpo soup?

The court warlock thought so, and said: "Your Majesty, Wangyou Pill."

Song Huiming got the elixir and rushed back to the bedroom.

"Azhu?"

There was no one in the inner room where the golden candle was lit, and he searched for it before dragging the shivering person out of the closet.

"Husband, spare your life, husband, spare your life..."

The fool cried and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

Song Huiming said softly: "Come here, I won't beat you, I'll give you something to eat."

The fool sobbed and raised his head, saw that he was holding a pill in his hand, and cried again.

"Don't! Don't kill me! Obedient slave, please don't kill me!"

"It's not poison pill."

"Do not kill me!"

Seeing that he couldn't listen to people, Song Huiming felt irritable, and he put his big hands around the fool's mouth and wanted to stuff Wangyou Pill into his stomach.

However, the fool couldn't stop crying and choked up with grief, he was a little bit reluctant to do it.

The two of them used to rub shoulders together, how could they come to a stalemate now.

Sensing the man's hesitation, the idiot seized the opportunity and cried loudly: "My husband, cut off the slave's hands and feet! I dare not move any more. Please don't kill me. I want to serve my husband. Huh..."

Perhaps it was because his beating was stimulated that Ah Zhu suddenly called out his childhood name.Afterwards, no matter whether he tortured him to extract a confession, or coaxed him with good words, the idiot never behaved like he did before he lost his memory, which made him believe that the idiot was still his good Azhu.

Song Huiming was extremely regretful.

The heaven-sent opportunity made the idiot lose his memory and let him embrace the beautiful woman. On the contrary, he himself was worried about gain and loss, which made the idiot feel frightened when he saw him now, and suspected that he wanted to kill him.

"Husband, don't kill slaves, slaves are willing to serve husbands like cows and horses... Slaves, slaves are reluctant to part with husbands..."

The beauty was in tears, but it made him miss the tragic scene of his being tortured again, and the evil burned his heart.

Why doesn't he want to be a fairy couple with A Zhu?But in the dark, he seems to be suffering from an unspeakable madness, and there are two people living in one body.The more one loved A Zhu, the more the other wanted to destroy him.

It seems that only by destroying Azhu can he completely belong to him.

Regardless of treasures or cats and dogs, this skin will always be his!

Destroy him, utterly destroy him.

His skin, flesh and bones belong to him alone!

When the wind blows, the candlelight trembles, and the shadows of the two of them fall to the ground.With deep eyes, Song Huiming drew out his knife.

"Help, help..." The fool broke down completely, "Don't want my husband! I'm so afraid of pain..."

Just as the knife was about to fall, another voice pierced Song Huiming's mind, categorically saying that A Zhu has gone crazy, and he must not pay him any more.

"Help me..."

Song Huiming seemed to wake up from a start, seeing that the thin blade had struck the top of the fool's head, he hurriedly grabbed the hand with his other hand and threw the murder weapon away.

The idiot whimpered and was exhausted, only the two of them gasped in pain in the room.

After a while, his husband said in a deep voice, "Move to Chengbina later."

He was stunned.

Cheng Bi is not surprised that fools fall out of favor.

It's common for people in positions of power to like the new and dislike the old, not to mention that a fool is an old man who is used to being beaten and scolded.It was a relief for the fool to be favored for a year and not be sent back to the chaifang in the west of the palace, but to come to him to recuperate from his illness.

The fool was sitting pitifully, and he felt distressed when he saw it, so he brought melons and fruits and chatted with him.

Cheng Bi thought what he had encountered was inhuman, and said softly:

"Good boy, don't be sad, Your Majesty is so gracious, it is your blessing to be able to spoil you alone. Now that His Majesty loves others, you are at ease. Isn't there me to accompany you? The four seasons in the palace change, year after year , The days are still long, and it is a blessing that you and I are together to pass the time."

He peeled a bowl of fruit and handed it to the fool. Seeing him weeping, he sighed: "Don't think about it, eat something, ah."

The fool listened blankly and nodded.

Cheng Bi thought that it would be comfortable for the idiot to be bored in the house all the time, so he carried the idiot outside to get some fresh air when the weather was warm.

Cheng Bi loves him and stays with him.The bruise on the fool's face subsided, and the corners of his mouth, which had been powdered, were still bruised.Sitting in the garden, the two spent the spring breeze and autumn moon, the fool didn't like to talk, his eyes were deep with autumn water, and when he lowered his eyes, no one could read what he was thinking.

Forget it, Ben is a fool, what is there to make people understand?

In the middle of the night, after coaxing the idiot, Cheng Bi wanted to go back to his room. When he opened the door, he saw Song Huiming standing at the door.

He knew the moody man was after fools.

"His Majesty……"

Song Huiming signaled him not to speak out, and then sent him away.

There was no light in the room, and the fool had already fallen asleep.

He was busy with government affairs these days, and went to the temple in his free time.

The words of Tianshui came true.

The ferocious appearance in his emperor's purple aura eventually brought disaster to others.

cursed his loved ones.

He wanted the court warlock to get rid of his natural fierceness, but he was told that there was no solution.He even sent someone to look for Zhang Tianshui among the people, hoping that this person would take care of him.

He discovered that he really couldn't control his desire to insult the fool.Whether he is Song Hui'an, Cheng Jia or A Zhu, the more he cares about him, the more he wants to commit murder.

He didn't see the fool these days because he was afraid that he would lose control and kill him again, so he only dared to visit him secretly in the dead of night.

[The author has something to say: Oh, I'm all crazy]