The tyrant has a white moonlight

When Ji Xiao woke up, there was no light in the room and it was still pitch black.

He moved up half an inch, and the flesh and blood all over his body seemed to have just woken up, and then he felt sore, especially the waist, as if it had been interrupted and then reconnected.

He lay on the bed and rested for a while, and then he groped out of bed when he recovered seven or eight percent of his sanity.He took two steps and found that it was very empty, not like the West Wing, but rather like Lu Chao's bedroom.

Ji Xiao walked to the door, pushed the door, and found that the door was locked.

At the same time, in the main hall.

Lu Chao stood in front of the table and ordered the newly appointed chief eunuch to carry all the memorials on the table to the bedroom.

After the memorial on the table was emptied, Lu Chao caught a glimpse of an unopened letter lying on the corner of the table, with four words written on the envelope: From Shaohao.

This letter was sent from the west chamber, and the name Shaohao sounded like some god-king made up by the people.

And Lu Chao could recognize the four characters on the letter, which were the same as those on his folding fan.In these years, he has also seen fonts similar to Ji Xiao's, but he has never seen anything like this, until Lu Chao didn't even dare to open that letter.

He'd never been so torn between wishing he was and wishing he wasn't.

Just as Lu Chao was hesitating, a young eunuch came in with small steps and said, "Your Majesty, all the memorials have been delivered to your bedroom, but...the door cannot be opened. Whether to send it in or leave it in front of the door, The servants are also hard to make up their minds."

In the end, Lu Chao didn't touch the letter. He followed the little eunuch to the bedroom and unlocked the door.

The palace people lit all the candles in the emperor's bedroom, and then neatly placed the arranged memorials on the table.

Lu Chao tilted his head, glanced at Ji Xiao who was sitting on the couch with his back turned to him, and said casually, "Take him to the Tangquan bathing pool at the back."

The palace people responded, and then went to invite Ji Xiao, but was stopped by Lu Chao again.

He seemed to have changed his mind suddenly: "Let's just stay here."

For some reason, he subconsciously didn't want Ji Xiao to leave his sight.

Several palace servants quickly brought a wooden bathtub, and quickly filled the bathtub with hot water, prepared dried saponins and fragrant flowers, and finally left a few eunuchs to wait for Ji Xiao to take a bath.

Lu Chao didn't even lift his head, and kept criticizing in his hands: "You guys step back first."

The palace people retreated immediately, closing the door behind them before leaving.

Seeing that Ji Xiao was still in place, Lu Chao said again: "You are not too young, don't you need someone to wait on you to take a bath?"

Ji Xiao finally got up, and without avoiding Lu Chao, she untied her belt, took off her thin inner garment, and stepped into the barrel with her long and straight legs.

Lu Chao looked over, and only saw his back covered with hickey marks, which had a thrilling beauty, and Lu Chao couldn't move his eyes away.

But he didn't make a sound, and neither did Lu Chao.

After a while, Lu Chao finally couldn't help but speak, his voice was very soft, as if he didn't want others to hear: "Actually, if you ask the widow for Chu Yu, the widow will not refuse."

Of course he could see that the fake Jixiao was deliberately looking for trouble for Chuyu, and the fact that he agreed to detain Chuyu was out of his own selfishness—he was vaguely expecting that Wang Jixiao would come to beg him, so that he could give him one as a matter of course. down the steps.

It was only at this time that Lu Chao realized that he wanted to see Wang Jixiao pamper him more than to please Ji Xiao, who was hard to tell who was real. That's why he chose to keep the demon after he became suspicious.

In fact, even if he showed the slightest liking for himself, even if he just wanted to give in, then I could forgive him, and it was not impossible to treat him with all my heart and soul from now on.

But Wang Jixiao didn't, he was as indifferent as his hard-hearted master, who abandoned him like a shoe without even thinking about it.

Whatever he likes and desires, but he never puts him in his eyes.

Lu Chao hated him very much, and also hated himself very much.

The tip of Ji Xiao's tongue felt bitter, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "I know, but I don't want to beg you."

Lu Chao was silent for a long while before he smiled wryly: "The person I have been waiting for is as lonely as you."

He paused, and then said: "The monster in the side hall lied to the widow that he is the old friend of the widow, but now the widow finds out that he is not."

Ji Xiao didn't speak, nor was he surprised.

Lu Chao asked, "You knew earlier?"

"Your Majesty already knew about it a long time ago," Ji Xiao leaned against the barrel wall and sank a little into the water, "but he still wants to lie to himself."

Lu Chao's face remained unmoved, he closed his eyes slightly, closed the memorial again, and finally admitted: "I want to escape, and I am indeed a coward."

He thought that as long as he didn't expose it, there was still a glimmer of hope, but now it seems that he is just deceiving himself.

But there is still such a long life to live for the rest of my life, if even this little hope is lost, how can I survive it?

Ji Xiao sank a little further, and the water with the scent of flowers and saponins had flowed over his chin. He suddenly asked Lu Chao, "What are your plans for the future? Do you plan to continue to be the emperor?"

When he asked this question suddenly, Lu Chao was stunned for a long time, and then thought for a long time.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the vermilion pen tip vainly, and he said, "If you are willing to let go of the past, I don't have to be the emperor. If you want to go back to the mountains and forests, or anything else, I will allow you..."

Lu Chao seemed to have exhausted all his strength before he finally asked, "Can I start over?"

He doesn't need to open the letter, doesn't need to confirm whether he is Wang Jixiao or Jixiao, just spend his life in such a daze, and then lie in the coffin with him, he sleeps forever, he sleeps deeply.

After more than ten years, it would be great to scam a corpse in a hurry to find his reincarnation, and then spend the rest of our lives together.

What Lu Chao didn't know was that when he opened his mouth to answer, Ji Xiao had already submerged in the water, and the warm water rushed into his ears and nasal cavity. He didn't hear Lu Chao's vague words clearly. from the heart.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Ji Xiao no longer knows how to face him, and wants to escape just like him.

If one dies, crosses Huangquan Road, drinks Mengpo soup, all the sorrows and resentments disappear, and then meets Alai again, these may not be important anymore.

It's okay to start over, everything can start over.

Just when Ji Xiao was about to suffocate, his body subconsciously reacted to survive, he suddenly struggled, and the sound of water disturbed Lu Chao who was waiting for his reply at the table.

Lu Chao rushed over, picked him up from the water, then picked him up, stuffed him whole into the brocade quilt, and pressed his hands.

"You're crazy!" he cursed.

The long black hair and crow-blue eyelashes were all wet, and Ji Xiao stared at him with wet eyes.

"It was my mistake." Ji Xiao said, suddenly choked out a mouthful of water, he turned his head to one side, and then coughed violently.

Lu Chao knew that he didn't need to ask any more, in order to escape him, Wang Jixiao was even willing to die.

Also, who would want to start over with a person like himself?

He is a monster born in a bottomless quagmire, his love has always been selfish, dirty, greedy and cruel - he wants to drag the one he loves down, and let him and himself who were originally spotless dirty, yet shamefully longing for him to save himself.

No one will love him, and he doesn't deserve to be loved.

Lu Chao held back his anger and turned around, a sword appeared in his hand, which was his original body.

The sword was suddenly pulled out by him, and then with red eyes, he split the wooden barrel to pieces, the warm water ran out, and the fragrant flowers and sawdust scattered all over the ground.

"Leave if you want," Lu Chao gritted his teeth, "I won't imprison you, but don't let me see you again."

The voice gradually fell, Lu Chao turned and left, leaving only a determined back.

In front of the main hall.

Holding a handful of pear blossoms in his hands, Yingli waited patiently, until he saw Lu Chao's figure, he greeted him with a smile.

The last thing Lu Chao wants to see now is this face. With a gloomy face, he said coldly, "Go away."

"Alai," Yingli followed him, "I didn't mean to lie to you, I... I was the pear tree in the courtyard when you lived on the mountain, after Ji Xiao flew up, you waited I have watched him for so many years."

Lu Chao didn't even look at him.

Yingli was in a hurry, grabbed his sleeve and said, "I have also endured for a long time, and finally managed to cultivate a human form...I just want...to comfort you."

"Don't you still understand?" Yingli shouted at him, "Jixiao, he doesn't like you at all, he doesn't care about you at all, he lied to you, how can a person who is a god still miss the world? ? Why can't you look at other people? He is not the only one in this world..."

"Why can't you look at me?" Yingli looked at him, tears streaming down her face, "I can love you too..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Chao raised the sharp sword that was still in his hand, pointing the cold tip at Yingli's throat.

Yingli was stunned, even her breathing slowed down by half a beat.

"He doesn't love me," Lu Chao suddenly smiled, "but so what, even if I fall on him for the rest of my life, I'm happy."

Yingli looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Lu Chao was unmoved, he was just a dead thing, his feelings were much weaker than ordinary people, only Ji Xiao could touch his affection, and now there is another Wang Jixiao.

He didn't bother to see what happened to the others.

"Get out of the palace," Lu Chao said coldly, "or I'll kill you with a single sword."

Yingli took two steps back resentfully, dropped the pear blossom in her hand, turned around and ran.

He still cherishes his life, he still has a good life in the future, and there are endless hopes to look forward to, he is not as paranoid as Lu Chao.

Lu Chao smiled mockingly, turned and entered the main hall.

The letter on the table was still lying there quietly, and inside the envelope was the answer to the mystery he had been asking for so long.

He still overestimated himself, how could he turn a blind eye, how could he stop asking, and how could he forget everything.

Lu Chao walked towards the table step by step almost uncontrollably.

It seemed like decades had passed before his fingertips finally touched the envelope, and then the folded light yellow letter paper inside.

He still opened it.

At the moment when he saw the words written in the letter, Lu Chao's fingers suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

A low whimper suddenly sounded in the room.