The General and His Enemy Your Highness

Prosperity is hard to come by, and Da Chu is already rotten to the root.

Lin Zichuan's case was settled, maybe except for his crazy biological mother, no one had the intention to investigate further, there was no evidence, he died in vain, the Ministry of Criminal Justice sealed the file and no further investigation was carried out.

When Mei Geng learned about this, he was dealing with official business in the study, and he just hummed without saying anything else.

That night, King Xiping wrote an essay for the young master of the Lin family who died without a complete body.

Not grief, but shame.

It was he who wanted Lin Zichuan to fight, and he was the one who used Lin Zichuan to snag Lin Shuyu so as to give himself more time. Perhaps he had already guessed that Lin Zichuan would not be Lin Shuyu's opponent, that mysterious and ruthless man, even with With the memory of the two lifetimes back, Mei Geng never rashly attacked him.

He knew it, he knew it earlier.

Forced to do so.

Mei Geng thought that he and Chu Ce were probably the same kind of people. Back then Chu Ce sacrificed him, but now he sacrificed Lin Zichuan.

However, with a few words of friendship, he was indifferent to it, but he couldn't lie to himself. This was something against his will, and he didn't know how much he would do in the future.

So what about Chu Ce back then?

How did you write down that imperial decree, every word is full of blood on the tip of your tongue, and you want to force yourself to prevent others from seeing that he is the emperor of Great Chu, even if the end is the end, he will walk out of the road step by step barefoot, knowing the end, but still holding his head up , unyielding.

——It's his sweetheart.

He kept saying that it was over, but he didn't know that he couldn't get through his previous life and this life.

Just like the blood embedded in the depression of the sword, it has already dried up and turned black, solidified and stagnant, and it is difficult to wipe it off no matter what.

If we talk about it, it is he who owes Chu Ce more. He has been in love for many years, and once he hates him, he is like crazy. However, that little guy is smiling all day long, and only shows his fragility when he sleeps——Chu Ce He actually felt that he owed him, or owed the whole world.

Mei Geng hadn't noticed it before, but one day late at night, he fell asleep with his thin young Highness in his arms, and was awakened by his sobbing in the middle of the night. When the boy woke up from crying, he snuggled into his arms and whispered: "Mei Geng, don't blame me. .”

No matter how exquisite and clear the heart is, there will be obstacles that cannot be overcome.

Mei Geng kissed his forehead and coaxed: "I don't blame you, and you don't blame me either."

Liu Changjue said that he had found himself in a dead end, so why not Chu Ce, on the surface he said he didn't care, but secretly felt sad and guilty.

After all, it takes a hard heart to bear the overwhelming calculation and fatigue.

Covered in human skin, he hides all his thoughts, unable to see the scarlet blood or dense white bones inside, but once the heart is made, it is like tearing that layer of glamorous coat, revealing the fragile and unbearable heart. Heart.

Only after seeing these lovers who can still hold hands can they be qualified to talk about love.

The canonization ceremony of King Huai was held a year ago, and the little Highness, who had not yet recovered, was tossed all day and sent to the renovated Prince Huai's mansion. As a result, King Xiping came in through the window that night.

Not only was King Xiping able to turn over the walls and windows of his own palace, but now he has an extra mansion of Prince Huai.

The young prince laughed at him like a pedant, he opened the window in the middle of the night to tease Mei Jiao Niang.

Mei Geng didn't care, he pretended to be affectionate, but he kept a bit of playfulness and frivolity: "Mei turned over the window for the sake of being a young man."

The young man blushed and threw a pillow to drive him out. Deng Tuzi accepted it cheekily, just as if it was an invitation from the young man, he hugged the soft pillow and got on the couch.

While laughing and laughing, the bloody past life seemed to be left in the deepest part of the memory.

Can't forget, but it's locked.

Embracing a sweetheart, one is always charming, but Lu Zhibei warned several times that His Highness Duke Huai's body is not like an ordinary boy, and there have been many stubborn illnesses in the past few years. Now that he is still young, he can't tell. Age must be miserable.

Like a mantra of purifying the heart, King Xiping did not dare to act recklessly.

At night, Mei Geng noticed that the boy in his arms seemed uneasy, thought he was haunted by a nightmare again, so he hugged him tighter, but unexpectedly the boy froze for a moment, panting disorderly and pushed him away.

They are both young and full of vigor, Mei Geng was stunned for a moment, then he understood, chuckled shortly, and hugged him tightly again, his slender and well-defined palms stretched down along the boy's flexible waist, He coaxed in a low voice, "Don't move."

Chu Ce really didn't move anymore, secretly biting Mei Geng's shoulder and shirt, relying on the darkness of the night to hide the seductive charm from the corners of his brows and eyes, but his breathing became a little more rapid.

Falling into Mei Geng's ears is tantamount to a test of will and determination.

King Xiping sighed unceasingly, laughing at himself that it was his own fault, serving His Highness without complaint, then turned over and went to get a brocade handkerchief to wipe his hands.

...Holding him any longer is asking for guilt.

After lighting the candle, he saw His Highness Duke Huai curled up on the couch, wrapped in a brocade quilt and hid his face inside.

Really cute.Mei Geng laughed, went back and pulled the brocade quilt, "What are you hiding from? Don't be bored."

His response was silence.

"What should have been done..." Mei Geng paused, his face changed, the relationship between them had been unclear for a long time, but in his previous life, Mei Geng held grudges and tossed Chu Ce ruthlessly, wishing to have sex again and again. After killing him, he felt inappropriate when he said the words, his eyes became flustered, and he explained in a low voice: "At that time I..."

"It's okay." A thin and fair hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt, groped and grabbed the corner of his clothes, His Highness Huai, who was hiding inside and refused to show his face, was silent for a moment, and said sullenly: "I am willing."

"What?" Mei Geng was taken aback.

There was silence again, Chu Ce slowly revealed his eyes, covering the lower half of his face, but his eyes were very serious, "At that time, what I would like is just..."

His Highness Duke Huai kept silent, pulled up the quilt again, and covered his eyes together with the red tips of his ears.

However, Mei Geng understood, and for a moment his heart was complicated, and he felt that the Chu Ce in front of him had not changed for many years. He knew that what was hidden in his young body was a soul that had been shattered and broken, but he did not violate it.

It seems that the ruthless and indifferent emperors in those years were just pretending, but at this moment, the him in front of him, as gentle as a cloud, is the most real Chu Ce.

After a while, Mei Geng returned to the couch, lifted the quilt and went in, hugged the warm young body into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Xiao Ce."

"En." Chu Ce responded in a low voice.

"I love you."

—— Few numbers, full of affection, waited for two full lifetimes to say it.

The days are thin and vast, and when the year is approaching, another winter snow falls, and a letter paper painted with green willow branches is sent to the Xiping Palace. Immediately said softly: "Send a message to Yongdinghou's Mansion, Pingguo Duke's Mansion and Taiwei's Mansion, and invite Pingguogong's son to visit the mansion."

Qin Gui didn't ask any more questions, he just answered a few words and turned around to leave.

Mei Geng lowered his eyes and stroked the rough paper. The handwriting on the letter was elegant and elegant, quite out of the ordinary. The only thing he said was - the New Year's Eve banquet, the East Palace has changed, and the Luo Palace should be aware of it.

Looking out of the window lattice, I don't know when the cumulus clouds have covered the sunlight, and the sky is a vast white.

Feng Chengyu came here upon invitation, wearing a wide robe and a Confucian general like his father.

The factions in the court were chaotic, and most of the military generals were headed by Xiping Wang Mei Zhenyi, and they followed to the younger generation.

"My lord." Feng Chengyu pulled back his sleeves and saluted, and then he heard a cold and soft voice from the man sitting there: "There is no need to be too polite."

Zeng was lying on his corpse, but at this moment he was relentless and indifferent. Feng Chengyu could feel the oppression and coldness coming to his face. He lowered his eyes and said, "The news of the prince is true?"

"nature."

Mei Geng clearly had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were icy cold, "My son is now in charge of the defense of the imperial palace, you should know why this king is looking for you."

After looking at each other for a moment, Feng Chengyu suddenly smiled, "What does the lord mean?"

Mei Geng spoke slowly: "Catch a turtle in an urn."

Feng Chengyu was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said: "But at the palace banquet..."

"It's best to take advantage of the chaos." Mei Geng raised his lips meaningfully, and said casually, "Lord Luo has many followers, and this king is also thinking of His Majesty."

Feng Chengyu was silent for a long time, calculating the pros and cons, and then slowly let out a breath, saying: "I understand."

After he left, Mei Geng closed his eyes and sighed—it's a pity, it's a great opportunity.

If the Northwest War hadn't hurt the foundation of the Northwest Army, it would be better to get rid of Chu Hengzhi and Chu Luo together, and then push the unlucky prince on him. It's a pity...it's a pity.

Not the time.

On a quiet snowy night, frost was flying all over the city, and glazed lamps were shining under the eaves. A person pushed the door in, full of cold air, and saw a gentle young man in the room copying a calligraphy, covered in white, with long crow-colored hair hanging down, reaching out to pick it up. There is a wisp, still moist.

"New Year's Eve palace banquet, remember to call me sick." Mei Geng said softly, wrapping her fingertips around her wet hair.

Chu Ce suddenly understood, his wrist holding the pen paused slightly, frost and snow were flying outside the window, and the red plum blossomed angrily, as bright as blood.

Mei Geng withdrew the pen holder from his hand, closed his eyes and said calmly: "Liu Changjue said that King Luo may have gotten the news."

After all, they are mortals in this world, they can't do everything well, even if they have great power, they can judge life and death with one word, but there are times when they have nothing to do.

Just at this moment, they turn their hands into clouds, and turn their hands into rain. Who knows whether the moment they pick up the knife is against their will?Whether it is insensitive or ruthless, if you make the same choice again, then you will not regret it.

The long street was brightly lit and could not be seen through the window, so Mei Geng hugged the young man from behind, looking at the different shades of ink on the rice paper, it was Chu Ce's thin and capable handwriting.

——The world is home to one's heart.

How easy is it?

Those in power who hold the power of life and death are incompetent, the ministers who assist the monarch are incompetent, and the extravagant and dissipated are drunk and dreaming of death. They don't know that the world is going to starve and die everywhere.

The world—it's hopeless.

Like carrion and broken bones, it would be better to gouge it out completely.

"When the dust settles, I should go." Mei Geng said softly, with a calm tone as usual, but the person in his arms was stiff for a moment, and then responded warmly, "I know."

King Xiping's fate in this life was to guard the border, if he didn't die, he would have to die in battle.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

The young man raised his voice slowly, and the petals of bright colors fell gently, revealing a piece of crimson jade.