Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

The flowers and plants in the courtyard were fragrant, and Han Fei took a pair of scissors and trimmed the leaves of the orchid.Now Han Fei was very confused, especially after he understood Ying Zheng's feelings for him that day.In a trance, I exerted force on my hand, only to hear a "click", and an orchid broke in response, like a butterfly with its wings broken, powerless but helpless.Why didn't you push him away?Han Fei asked himself this way, probably because he was also greedy for that little bit of tenderness like a flower in a mirror and a moon in a mirror.The powerful warmth, like the ripples on the surface of a lake, undulating layer by layer, poured into Han Fei's quiet heart, and bloomed amazing flowers.Laughing at himself, a little absent-minded, he simply put down the scissors and walked to the long bridge alone. Today's sunset is also very similar to that day, and it finally melted into a silent sigh on his lips.

Seeing a young man running from a distance, Han Fei recognized him as the young man who was serving Han Wen closely. The man ran up to Han Fei and said respectfully, "Young master, the master has something important to discuss, please let me know." Go home immediately."

Han Fei frowned after hearing this, "Okay, I'll be right there." I was a little confused, what was it?so urgent.She went back to the house and put on a thick coat, gave some instructions to Yun Yi, and then went to the Han Mansion with the servants.

Han Fei sat in the side hall and waited for Han Wen. He picked up a cup of tea. The good bamboo leaf green was a little cold, but Han Wen hadn't arrived yet.Han Fei's pupils shrank, feeling that something was wrong. Han Wen was always punctual, so there would never be a situation where the tea was cold.Han Fei wanted to leave, but before he had time to open the door, a strange fragrance came over his nostrils, covering almost the entire side hall, and there was no escape. Han Fei's consciousness was already blurred, and his hands and feet gradually lost consciousness, fell to the ground.

After hearing the movement in the room, Han Wen ordered in a low voice, "Send the person to the Youhuang Hall quickly." He looked at Han Fei with indifference, disdain, and no sympathy.A weird smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and the clouds in the world were about to turn into mud.

Since Gao He entered the mansion, he has been taken care of by Mrs. Sun, and he is also diligent in his work and smart enough, so he was quickly appreciated by the housekeeper, and since then he has had the opportunity to get closer to his master.Gao He saw Han Wen walking out of the side hall alone, with a sly smile on his face, and was confused, what kind of secluded hall, is this old thing making trouble again?Secretly followed Han Wen to the study room, but heard the voice of Han Wen's only son Han Ye, "Father, the government officials have made arrangements for the children, and we can catch them all in one go after a while." Han Wen nodded and turned to Han Ye. He enjoined, "You follow along."

Hearing this, Gao He had an ominous premonition, this kind of depression that was about to come.Gao He retreated quietly, came to Han Fei's outer court, performed lightness kung fu, and his movements were as fast as a frightened bird.But he didn't want to be blocked by a child——Yunyi.When Gao He saw the person coming, he immediately put on a helpless face, and said with a smile: "So it's little brother Yunyi, the housekeeper sent me to fetch some things, it's urgent, please get out of the way."

Yunyi waved her hands after hearing this, "Stop pretending, I am anxious about the same thing as you, take me to find your master quickly."

Gao He was taken aback for a moment, remembering the prince's evaluation of Han Fei, it was really not that difficult to fool him.He readily agreed, and the two used [-]% of their strength to arrive at the palace soon.

Seeing Yingzheng, Yunyi immediately rushed to him and said, "Go to the Youhuang Pavilion to find the young master!" Gao He told the news one by one, Yingzheng's heart tightened, he raised the sword to the sky, and brought a few cronies , rushed to Youhuang Pavilion at full speed.Ying Zheng could have imagined what might happen next.The Youhuang Pavilion is Yinghu's other courtyard outside the palace. Yinghu has always behaved perversely and loves beauty... Han Fei is a bright moon that illuminates the horizon in Yingzheng's heart. He hardly dares to think about it. Hu that beast... His nails were almost digging into his flesh, his already cold face became more and more icy, and he secretly hated himself for not protecting him well.

Han Fei woke up from a coma and saw the dim room in front of him. With just one glance, he knew that he had lost the bet, and the loss was a complete mess.Yinghu noticed that he had woken up, approached him slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, and said to him quietly: "It seems that Mr. Fei already knows his situation, as long as you serve me well with your heart, the future glory, wealth, The monstrous power belongs to your Han family."

When Han Fei heard the words "Your Han family", he almost laughed out loud.Turning his head and looking at Ying Hu with a poisoned dagger in his eyes, Han Fei said in a cold and ethereal voice, "You still have time to go back now."

Yinghu was irritated by his eyes, which pierced Yinghu's heart like a sharp knife.It seems that the person who is now letting the mermaid is me is the same.When he looked down and saw Han Fei's thin and slender body, his previous unhappiness turned into an evil thought, wanting to see this immortal-like person crying and begging for mercy under him.

Moving with his heart, Ying Hu stepped forward to pry off Han Fei's girdle, and the hidden weapon in Han Fei's sleeve was already ready to go.

Before Han Fei could move, he saw a ghostly figure breaking through the window, and heard an extremely familiar voice, solemn and low, with 12 points of coldness, "If you dare to move again, I will The king will cut you alive!" A sword with a cold light was already placed on Yinghu's neck, and Yingzheng stood behind Yinghu, and saw that Han Fei had sat up, and he was slightly relieved. on.Turning to look at Yinghu with more and more cold eyes, "Fifth brother, tell me how to settle this account."

Yinghu couldn't help shivering under the tremendous pressure, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stammered: "We are brothers, you can't...kill me like this, this is just a joke."

When Yingzheng heard the word "joke", anger burned from his chest, and he slashed down with the sword in his right hand. Yinghu screamed and fell to the ground, looking at his trembling right hand in horror. , The whole palm was cut off!

"You're right, I can't kill you now, but that doesn't mean you don't need to suffer." When Ying Zheng said this, he didn't even look at him.

Ying Zheng helped Han Fei who was sitting by the bed, let him lean on him gently, and said to him softly, "Sir, let's go, there is someone else who should settle the score."

Han Fei nodded, Ying Zheng picked up Han Fei by the waist, and flew straight out of the Youhuang Pavilion.

Han Fei asked Ying Zheng to stop at a mountain spring. Ying Zheng put him on a rock and held his hand worriedly, "Are you recovering, sir?"

Han Fei looked at the mountain spring silently, his formerly vivid peach blossom eyes seemed to lose some vitality, like a pool of stagnant water.

Yingzheng felt a pain in his heart. The person in front of him was the bright moon in his heart. He felt pity for him and regarded it as a treasure.His family treats him like nothing.What's more, the person who betrayed Han Fei to Ying Hu turned out to be his father. How could Ying Zheng not hate this kind of thing?

Ying Zheng felt that the person in front of him made him feel extremely distressed, so he stretched out his hand cautiously, brought Han Fei into his arms, and hugged this person tightly, as if hugging a treasure that would never change in his life.Gently kissed Han Fei's black satin-like hair, and said softly and firmly in his ear, "I am here."

Han Fei closed his eyes in his arms, like an extremely tired bird finally found its nest, or a drowning person finally found a piece of driftwood, letting himself indulge in the warmth of this moment.