Folding wings

Trapped in the soft and warm fur mattress, when he just woke up, his mind was still a little dull. Looking at the layers of curtains swinging gently in front of his eyes, Mo Jihan could only sit on the bed, completely unable to connect the things in front of him with himself. place to connect.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting like this, until the faint numbness and slight pain in his waist conveyed to his brain, he suddenly came back to his senses, and the anger that was boiling quickly because of shame quickly surged in his heart.

This anger is not only aimed at Ren Ji, but more towards himself. He still remembers what happened before, even though it is only some sporadic and vague fragments, but he cannot escape his fall in those pictures.

Those weeping □□ reverberated in my mind like magic sounds, and in the end I actually posted it on my own initiative, Mo Jihan clenched his fists tightly——no, that wasn't him!

However, this kind of denial didn't help, the fist was clenched tighter and tighter, and finally let go. What's the use of denial, he knew better than anyone else that it was himself.

A self that made him strange.

In the carriage, he abandoned his long-standing self-discipline and self-esteem, and threw his pride to the soles of Ren Ji's feet, allowing him to trample into mud, and in the end there was nothing left.

He lost everything, completely.

A dull knock on the door came in, barely pulling him back from his thoughts, and a somewhat thin voice asked outside: "Is the young master awake? The slave was ordered to prepare porridge and various snacks, do you want to give it to me now?" Son send it in?"

After waiting for a while without waiting for a response, the voice outside repeated it again. Mo Jihan didn't want to answer, let alone see someone coming in at this time, so he simply pulled off the brocade quilt and lay down again, staring at the gorgeous and soft silk of the quilt. The wide roof covered with silk.

There was a very light sound of logs rubbing against each other, but it stopped quickly, and the cold air outside took the opportunity to sneak in a little.

Unsurprisingly, the people outside did not wait for a response, opened the door carefully, walked in with the lightest footsteps, stopped in front of the curtain, waited and watched for a while, then walked out quietly, and also quietly closed the door again. Closed.

Mo Jihan ignored those movements, and stared straight at the beams of the roof, so stared that he forgot to blink his eyes. Gradually, his eyelids became sore and a little wet.

Mo Jihan blinked his eyes just now, but instead of being forced back, the wetness became heavier. Before he realized it, it slipped out of the eye sockets, leaving two scorching marks on his cheeks, and quickly became wet again. cold.

Some self-defeating covered their arms with their arms, but they couldn't stop the speed of the wetness from expanding. It didn't take long for a large area of ​​the sleeves to be soaked, and the coolness became heavier and heavier, but the ones that kept sliding down the cheeks exuded high temperature. , as if it was going to burn him.

Early this morning, all the palace servants serving Ren Ji, without exception, found that the emperor was in an unexpectedly good mood, with a happy smile that was rarely seen in a century, almost making everyone's eyes pop out of their sockets.

And this good mood was also brought to the court by Ren Ji. The civil and military officials of the early court watched their emperor sit on the dragon chair with a happy face like a ghost, and his mood was not damaged at all when he dealt with political affairs all morning. , Their emperor even seemed to be in a better mood than in the morning, and, it seemed that he still couldn't wait?

Ren Ji really couldn't wait to leave the court, he didn't announce his lunch, and he didn't go to the imperial study room to review the memorials, he dismissed a group of attendants, and hurried to the bedroom by himself.

The dormitory was as quiet as when he left, Ren Ji deliberately lightened his footsteps, pushed open the palace door calmly, ordered Zheng Hai to guard the outside room and walked in.

A few more pots of charcoal fires were added to the hall according to his instructions when he left. The temperature in the hall was so warm that it was a bit suffocating. The slight crackling sound when the charcoal was burning made the hall more quiet, as quiet as if there was no one inside.

Ren Ji's smile was gone, replaced by a nervous expression, he was sure that Mo Jihan was still inside, but the closer he got, the more he realized that he didn't know what expression to use to face him.

However, soon, he found that there was no need to worry about this problem for the time being.

Mo Jihan fell asleep again.

One hand rested on his eyelids, and the other loosely grasped the sheet. Judging by the wrinkles, he must have held the sheet tightly in his hand when he was awake.Ren Ji carefully sat on the edge of the bed and gently removed the hand that was resting on his face.

Ren Ji was stunned.

There were obvious tear stains under the face covered by the palm, Mo Jihan actually cried.

In his impression, the tough and stubborn man would always stare at him with the most unyielding eyes no matter what the situation was, whether it was facing the first severe punishment, or the humiliation he had imposed on him repeatedly, even It was the painful healing process afterwards, he was bleeding and sweating, and no matter how many times he passed out, he had never seen him shed tears.

But now, he was crying.

The people guarding the outside didn't say that he had woken up, and they knew that such a weak side was naturally absolutely unwilling to be seen by others.However, Ren Ji's fingers slowly caressed along the tear stains, but he didn't dare to touch them, as if he could still feel the scalding temperature with a slight difference.

It's just, how much pain did he bring to him, that this incomparably strong man could cry silently here.

Ren Ji clenched his palm violently, and his nails pierced into his palm almost instantly. He had never felt like an out-and-out bastard like this moment!

Mo Jihan woke up groggy and had a splitting headache. He opened his eyes blankly for a long time and couldn't remember where he was now, or he didn't want to remember at all.

But he could never escape for too long, the side of the bed was slightly sunken, and someone sat beside him: "You're awake, is there any discomfort?"

That was a voice he never wanted to hear again in his life. Mo Jihan reflexively "slapped" the hand that was stretched over to try to hold him, and his tone was full of disgust: "Don't touch me!"

The bedroom suddenly fell silent, Mo Jihan pursed his lips and held his breath, the echo of the hand he just slapped was still rumbling in his head, making him feel dizzy for a while, and his eyes widened as hard as he could. Can't see focal length.

Even though he was staring at the man in front of him as hard as he could, the man's face was just a blur to him.

Ren Ji, who was so strongly and clearly rejected, froze and quickly returned to normal, handing over the robe he was holding in his hand: "Since you say so now, I won't touch it, but dinner is already waiting outside the door , do you want to announce it?"

Mo Jihan was stunned for a while, instead of paying attention to the dinner waiting outside the door, he looked directly at the closed window sash completely covered by the layered curtains, it is night now? !

Ren Ji sat beside him quietly, just staring at Mo Jihan intently and did not speak again.Mo Jihan's attention was finally drawn back by that gaze, he looked up and then immediately turned his gaze, he was about to get up after lifting the quilt.

The quilt was only half lifted before being pressed down, "What are you going to do?" Ren Ji's face turned dark now, and the quilt and the person were pressed firmly with his big palms.

Mo Jihan didn't have much strength left in his whole body, and his lower parts were even more sore and numb. At first, when he moved, he felt painful and uncomfortable, as if he was about to fall apart. After magnifying it dozens of times, the little blood on his face that had recovered with great difficulty disappeared immediately, and he clenched his trembling fists as hard as he could to force himself to say: "I want to go back."

From yesterday afternoon to now, he has only experienced a lot of rain, and his throat has long been dry. After just a few words, he felt that his throat was on fire, and he was so hoarse that he could barely hear it.

Ren Ji's hand on him did not move away, Mo Jihan couldn't help being puzzled when he saw that he hadn't responded for a long time, and suddenly felt that the palm on his body was suddenly strengthened, and he couldn't help but look up, and his whole body froze instantly when he met Ren Ji's eyes.

Ren Ji never thought that someone could easily arouse his impulse with just one sentence, and even that sentence has nothing to do with provocation at all, but just a low and hoarse voice is enough.

However, seeing the man's eyes of obvious fear and disgust, any impulse was also washed away in an instant. Ren Ji barely restrained the urge to touch Mo Jihan's eyelids, slowly moved his hand away and picked it up again. Neglected robe: "Even if you want to go, you have to add some clothes first."

Mo Jihan didn't speak, just grabbed the outer robe from Ren Ji's hand almost roughly, put it on casually, and immediately lifted the quilt out of bed, before he could stand still, he staggered because of the unspeakable dull pain.

Pulling on the curtain of the bed, Mo Jihan quickly stood firm, and then strode away without looking back. Although the pain made him walk unsteadily, he never stopped a step.

Ren Ji kept staring at his back until he was completely out of sight, then turned to the bed curtain that had just been torn, and sighed softly with a complicated expression.