Tyrant's "stand-in" shadow guard

That night, Li Xingjin became visibly nervous. Tomorrow, Ying Qi would remember everything.

Song Qi will come back.

Ying Qi lay quietly beside him, listening to him rolling and turning.

"Your Majesty, can't sleep?"

With one hand covering his chest, Li Xingjin was silent: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"...I can't sleep either."

The hand rested on his chest and never let go.

Through the thin shirt, Li Xingjin could feel the hand trembling slightly, like a butterfly cautiously testing its landing in the flowers and leaves, curled up nervously for a while, and opened it with force for a while, all the parts were tightly attached On his chest, a cool breath permeated in, but ignited the blood in his whole body.

In the darkness, a silent heat wave rolled over.

After a while, Li Xingjin took off the messy hand and held it in his hand, pinching it so hard that Ying Qi ached, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Go to sleep."

In the palm of his hand, the clenched hand struggled slightly, like the shadow guard murmured softly at this time: "Can't you?"

"you--"

Li Xingjin took a deep breath, turned over suddenly and pressed him under him, "Don't you want to sleep well today?"

It's not that there are times when I can't help it. After all, I share the same bed with the person I have been thinking about for many years. If he can remain indifferent from the beginning to the end, then he can really be compared with the servants in the palace. It's just that he was too much before. , and he was just talking, before Ying Qi completely forgave him, he didn't want to overdraw the little trust between the two of them.

Today's Shadow Seven is really a bit abnormal.

"Are you afraid? Don't be afraid, I am here. When Ying Qi opens his eyes tomorrow, he will remember everything from the past."

At that time, I'm afraid that the people around him will make trouble with him.

This is also where Li Xingjin can't keep calm. If Ying Qi thinks about everything and realizes that the so-called love between two people is just his wishful thinking, what should he think?

Even though he succeeded in getting Ying Qi to develop feelings for him now, he is still not fully sure that the other party will not be angry because of it.

Occasionally, when he recalled the past, he would suddenly discover Song Qi's friendship for him in the clues of the past, which made him feel in a trance that maybe the Song Qi in the past was not totally indifferent to him...

But in the end, I dare not expect too much.

Ying Qi didn't speak, but moved her head closer to Li Xingjin, and lightly bit his ear.

The string called reason in Li Xingjin's mind broke completely, and he lowered his head and kissed it.

"You will regret this."

"No, no."

"That's what you said."

"Isn't what I gave you enough?" The smell of wine sprayed on his neck, and his hard teeth gnawed on his collarbone, leaving a blue-white pit mark on it, which soon turned purple.

He raised his head, half-closed his eyes, and the people in front of him threw themselves on him like hot lava, almost melting him. In the water, a splash of water splashed and wet his back.

In the sky of ice and fire, he heard his own voice sounding in the silent night, it was so low and mournful that it made one's spine go weak: "No, not enough."

At that moment, even in a dream, from the perspective of a third person, it was difficult for Ying Qi to tell what kind of mood she was in, hugging that person tightly, kissing the neck.

Love and hatred, longing and escape, he sinks into it, and is extraordinarily sober——

If in the eyes of the emperor teacher, His Majesty's weakness is him, then indulge this time, and he will leave.

The eyes of a drunk person are as ferocious as a wild beast, as if they are biting delicious prey. They are presumptuous and enjoy themselves. Occasionally, when they are sober, they will whisper in his ear over and over again: "Don't go, okay? I won't force you again..."

"Mingxin Hall is too lonely. You don't like it. I built the South Hall. If you haven't visited it yet, just take a look. You will like it."

"I lied, I don't love others, only you, Aqi..."

He covered his eyes with one arm, allowing the transparent liquid to slip from the gap, turning into a vast ocean in an instant.

Like a boat with fallen leaves, when the wind and waves hit, I can't help myself.

The weather was calm, and the green leaves, unable to withstand too much rain and dew, were finally unable to fall.

After a while, the tails of his eyes were red like blood, and he tremblingly said: "I know."

I know, but.

"Your Majesty, take care."

The next day, they were still arguing.

The drunken sex that night was his own will, but facing His Majesty's paranoid and crazy expression, he was cruel, and the words he said pierced the hearts of the two of them like a knife: "Your Majesty, Song Qi has no intention of falling into the deep palace. Let’s just do what we want.”

"But there is still me in the deep palace!"

"You are the emperor!"

"Okay, very good, Song Qi..." The same bed with different dreams, on the dragon bed, the musky palace of the emperor, they broke up unhappy.

Turning around again, the chaotic scene moved forward, and he saw his young self strayed into the secret room of the emperor's room and discovered the secret of the other party.

Many years ago, he was rescued by the emperor's teacher from the border thieves, handed over to the general to be raised, and then sent to the palace to get close to the emperor, just to deal a fatal blow to the Baizhou royal family.

The picture turned backwards, and he saw himself leaving the palace as he wished, wearing a military armor, looking up at the direction of Fujing City in the battlefield of Mobei, but he could only see the billowing smoke, heralding war and death.

Then, thousands of arrows pierced through his heart, and he was protected under his body, one life for another.

The reincarnation of fate is normal, he returns to Fujing City, enters the palace, is still the emperor's personal shadow guard, and is still the murderer behind the scenes.

The difference is that he forgot everything, the young emperor is no longer ignorant, the opponent began to intervene in this chess game, just like the world that overthrew the foreign relatives who overthrew the government many years ago, strategizing, step by step, until the edge is fully revealed, turning defeat into victory.

Ying Qi, or Song Qi opened his eyes, the brilliance in his black eyes was sober and clear, the primordial fog dissipated, and he finally remembered everything.

He also remembered how the sleeping person next to him lied to him, saying that he was his only shadow guard, that he was in love with each other, that he was a childhood sweetheart...

It is really not wrong to take these words out alone.

Under any circumstances, the deputy commander of the shadow guards is the No. 1 by the emperor's side. He has been with His Majesty in the Changming Palace for more than ten years, and the love is secretly born, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But as far as Song Qi knew, His Majesty seemed to have never really noticed his own intentions, so where did the so-called mutual affection come from?

And the third prince of Southern Chu.

Confronting "myself" for this kind of thing, memory recovery, Song Qi wished there was a hole in the ground that he could slip into and never come out.

He had a complex complexion, his chest was filled with indescribable shame and embarrassment, looking at Li Xingjin's satisfied handsome face, even though he knew that the other party was the Ninth Five Supreme, he still couldn't hide his anger.

Song Qi raised his eyebrows, and when he moved his body, a sore feeling instantly covered his whole body, as if his body was no longer his own.

He froze, recalling all that happened yesterday, the corners of his eyes were completely red.

"You will regret this."

"No, no."

"That's what you said."

Song Qi: "..."

"Boom" sound.

A certain nine-five respectful person who was dreaming on the bed fell heavily to the ground.