Born short-lived

Zhou Zirong dug out an inch-sized purple gold box from the bedside drawer, which contained the Dieda ointment that he had only used a few times.Dong Sheng half leaned on the head of the bed, took off his coat, and put one leg on Zhou Zirong's knee. Watching him busy rolling up his trouser legs, he felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, and he couldn't figure out why for a long time.

If he was alone, he would never pay attention to such small bruises, and Zhou Zirong was the only one who was willing to serve him like this, even when he rolled up his trouser legs, he was careful not to rub against the bruise.

In fact, he wanted to say several times, you don't need to be so cautious, but before the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back calmly, worried that once these unsightly words were spoken, the tenderness in the moment before him would disappear. It will also be broken.

Zhou Zirong took out a small piece of ointment from the box, and said softly before applying it; "Just say it hurts."

"It's okay." Dong Sheng said.

The cold ointment was gently smeared on the knees by the soft fingertips, accompanied by some extremely gentle pressure, the strength was obviously carefully controlled, if there is more, I am afraid that he will hurt, and if there is less, I am afraid that he will not be able to get up. effect.

Dong Sheng was speechless again.

Zhou Zirong was very patient, until the ointment was completely dried and Dong Sheng's knees were warm, then he carefully helped Dong Sheng put down the trouser leg, and then switched to the other leg.

Zhou Zirong asked while helping him with the medicine, "What are your plans the day after tomorrow?"

Li Chongwen came back the day after tomorrow.

Dong Sheng seemed to have thought about it for a long time, without any hesitation, he said slowly: "That day when Miss Li's family is going to have a funeral, I have to go see him."

After he finished speaking, he paused, frowned slightly, straightened up, and said, "It's true that I mishandled it... But I really didn't expect her to..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, he just sighed and leaned back again.

Zhou Zirong looked up at him, and the strength of his fingers was still under control, and he said very naturally: "I will go with you in the future."

"Ah."

Afterwards, there was nothing else to say, Zhou Zirong finished taking the medicine, and while helping him put down the trouser leg of this leg, he casually asked, "It's so late today, are you going back to the palace?"

Dong Sheng shook his head: "What are you going to do if you go back, I'll trouble you to take him in for another night."

Zhou Zirong lowered his head, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said, "Then I'll ask someone to clean up your house."

"No need." Dong Sheng said suddenly, "I'm too lazy to move, I'll just stay with you for the night."

Zhou Zirong was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while, and pointed to the soft couch in the other corner of the room: "Then... I'll go to sleep there."

Dong Sheng has naturally moved to the inner side of the bed, patted the vacant space, and asked naturally: "Why? Your bed is so wide, can't it fit two people?"

Zhou Zirong couldn't keep up with his mind, and nodded in a daze: "I can sleep, I can sleep, I... just go to the cabinet and get another pillow..."

After Dong Sheng heard this, he shrugged his shoulders, pulled Zhou Zirong's pillow over, and leaned directly on the dove's nest, then closed his eyes, pretending that he had already gone to meet Duke Zhou, so please don't bother anyone else.

Zhou Zirong watched the man lying on his bed straight, forgot to cover him with the quilt, and finally bent down to help him cover the quilt belatedly, and laughed without saying a word, if Dong Sheng dared to open his eyes to see at this time Look, you will find that there is a person standing by the bed staring at yourself and smiling from ear to ear.

In the dark, he heard Zhou Zirong go to the closet to get a spare pillow, then turned off the light, and walked towards him step by step.

Dong Sheng's face was tense, but his heart was beating like a drum, and he even stopped breathing unconsciously.

He felt that the quilt was lifted a little, the other side of the bed sank a little, and the bed board sank. The man put the pillow beside him, and leaned against it lightly.And Zhou Zirong himself has a high body temperature. As soon as he got into his bed, Dong Sheng immediately felt that he was enveloped by an extremely strong warmth. The quilt was like that person's embrace, so hot , embrace him in his arms.

Dong Sheng swallowed, and slowly turned his back to him, restraining his nervousness and said: "Go over, it's hot."

The person beside him paused for a moment, but did the opposite, wrapped an arm around, and hugged him directly from behind, and carefully retracted his legs, for fear of bumping into Dong Sheng His knee was bent, and it hurt him.

Zhou Zirong closed his eyes and said solemnly, "Go to sleep."

"..."

And even if he didn't say anything, Dong Sheng had to admit that Zhou Zirong was indeed the best sedative in the world to him.As soon as he hugged him like this, Dong Sheng couldn't think of anything anymore. The warmth seemed to be an irresistible force, which was dragging his consciousness down slowly and firmly.

Originally, due to Dong Sheng's manipulation of Tiangang Lingwu, he would always have a headache after nightfall, especially before going to bed, but today the headache has subsided for the first time.

Dong Sheng thought, this would probably be the most stable night for him this year.

But in a trance, he began to feel a little scared again. It was a kind of fear that spread silently from the deepest part of his heart, like a cold vine, eating away his hard-earned warmth from the root.

He suddenly began to fear that such good days were numbered.

Dong Sheng was never afraid of death since he was a child. After all, he was told the ending since he was born, and he never felt that death was anything to be afraid of.

But now he is afraid, he is afraid of death, this kind of warmth is something he never even thought about before, now that he has it, he greedily longs for more—unfortunately, he can’t enjoy it for a few years—to have In a few years, he probably won't live past forty, and if he's unlucky, he might die in his thirties.

How can there be enough time in less than ten years?Life is too short.

He didn't want to die, and he couldn't bear to die.

Waking up the next morning, Zhou Zirong said while putting on his clothes, "In a few days, I may be going back to the East China Sea...but I must meet Master Li with you first."

Dong Sheng paused for a moment with his shoe-putting hand, and had nothing to say, only a "hmm".

After a while, Zhou Zirong said again: "If I'm not here, take care of yourself. You must not leave Beijing without permission. When I go back, I will help you burn incense for Zeng Shuai."

In less than half a month, it will be the anniversary of Zeng Fenglei's death.

Originally, Dong Sheng thought that there was a way to rush back this year.In the past, he wanted to go back to Beijing but couldn't, and was detained by the old marshal in the East China Sea to learn military skills, but now when he wants to go back to the East China Sea where he grew up, it is no longer something he can go back if he wants to.

Dong Sheng said: "... I'm sorry to trouble you, give him a pot of good wine."

"Okay, I'll go buy his favorite Donghai pear flower brew."

"..." Dong Sheng was a little surprised, "Why, you remember this?"

Zhou Zirong smiled and said, "I remember everything you remember."

Two days later, Li Chongwen rushed back from the suburbs of Beijing non-stop. The old man didn't sleep for three nights in a row. Suddenly he aged another twenty years, his wrinkled face was lifeless, and anyone who saw him was like seeing a ghost in daylight.

It seemed that the thought of wanting to confirm it with his own eyes was still holding his last breath, so when he finally rushed back to the Li Mansion without sleep and saw the person in the coffin, he didn't catch his breath. Faced with the whole family, they rolled their eyes and fell straight down.

Dong Sheng was also there at the time, and was so frightened that he quickly went up to help him, and yelled for Zhou Zirong to go to the doctor quickly.

When the doctor came, he took a pulse and said it was Qi and blood attacking the heart-this was not a big problem at first, but after all, the old man is getting old and can't stand the stimulation. Even if he can take care of himself now, he will have to pay attention to it all the time in the future up.

Dong Sheng and Zhou Zirong took turns guarding him until the third day, when Li Chongwen gradually wanted to wake up.

It happened that Dong Sheng was by the couch, and Zhou Zirong was suddenly summoned to the palace to face the saint.Seeing that the old man opened his eyes, Dong Sheng quickly put down the book in his hand, and leaned forward: "Is your lord feeling better?"

Li Chongwen lay on his back with ashen face, his eyes turned to look at him stiffly, but he didn't answer.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Dong Sheng wanted to find a doctor, but just as he was about to get up, a withered hand grabbed his cuff tightly.

That hand was still not loose, and Li Chongwen didn't know where the strength came from just waking up, but his knuckles turned white.

Li Chongwen looked at him with bloodshot eyes, his eye sockets were getting redder and redder, and his eyes were surrounded by a dampness that he didn't know whether it was hatred or pain. He seemed to be staring at Dong Sheng with all his strength. , his lips trembled uncontrollably, two whimpers came out of his throat, and after a while, he finally spoke with difficulty; "Your Highness..."

The voice was so hoarse that it was almost hard to hear, and the tone was almost broken. As soon as he finished speaking, tears really burst out, and instantly crawled all over his face, and called out more and more tremblingly: "Your Highness..."

Dong Sheng's heart was shaken, and he sat back slowly, gently pressed Li Chongwen's hand that was holding him, lowered his eyes, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry..."

The hand that was pulling his sleeve was trembling. If this strength were placed on Dong Sheng's neck, it would probably strangle him to death.

Dong Sheng understood that it was impossible for Li Chongwen not to hate him, so he secretly made a decision, even if Li Chongwen wanted to scold him, or even beat him, he would do it.

"Your Highness...Mingying...Mingying...the old minister..." Li Chongwen tugged at him excitedly, crying incoherently, "That's just one...Your Highness..."

Li Chongwen's son and daughter-in-law left early, and only Li Mingying, the jewel in the palm of his hand, was left. Hu Wanhu saved her from all worldly harm, but in the end she committed suicide.

This is like a big joke made by God.

Li Chongwen rambled on for a long time, saying "The old minister does not blame His Highness" for a while, and "Your Highness, why, Your Highness" for a while.Dong Sheng had tried to think of thousands of ways to face Li Chongwen, but never thought of it like this.

Li Chongwen didn't seem to come to him to collect debts, he was extremely helpless and vulnerable.

Dong Sheng clasped his hand and kept saying, "I'm sorry for you, I'm wrong..."

Li Chongwen cried for a long time, and finally fell asleep muttering in a low voice again until he had no strength left from crying.

Dong Sheng accompanied Li Mingying's funeral throughout the whole process. Zhou Zirong asked the Queen to allow a few more days to accompany Dong Sheng in person.They didn't come back from the cemetery of Li's ancestral grave until early in the morning that day.

On the way back, Li Chongwen once said: "She is the only child in the family. Yinger's parents left too early. The old minister was afraid that she would be wronged...so she has never tasted a little bit of hardships in the world..."

"I knew it earlier... Back then, the old minister might as well have let her go outside to see her more... Otherwise, it wouldn't be the case."

Li Chongwen babbled and said: "I knew it was like this... I knew it was like this..."

Early the next morning, Dong Sheng heard that Li Chongwen had resigned.

[The author has something to say: This is the amount that has not been changed before making up.

In fact, regarding the death of Miss Mingying... how should I put it, if it had nothing to do with the prince, I think it might be a bit victim-blaming.After all, the crown prince is the fuse. You still have to bear the responsibility you should bear, and you still have to bear the responsibility you should bear. There is nothing to sympathize with.But if everyone thinks that the crown prince should be blamed for this matter, then I would be very unhappy.

As for the relationship between this matter and the plot, everyone should have seen a little bit, and the rest will be written in the text.

——And, Dong Sheng is my own son, so I won't really bully him. 】