Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

After being rescued by Ying Zheng that day, Han Fei followed Ying Zheng to his palace. He wanted to resign the next day, but Ying Zheng refused to let him go, saying that the small building in the middle of the lake was remote. There was no one to protect her, and Yunyi was extremely unreliable, which made Yunyi annoyed for a while, and the two of them stared at each other for a while.Han Fei smiled helplessly. Under Ying Zheng's coercion, Yun Yi did not feel timid at all. This is commendable, but it seems that Ying Zheng likes to provoke Yun Yi very much.

Han Fei was sitting in a water pavilion in the palace, watching the swimming fish eating the fallen leaves on the water, full of thoughts.

My mind couldn't help drifting to that afternoon, Han Qin's warning to himself, don't fly away, and make me fall... So what if that person is Ying Zheng?

Han Fei is a falcon chasing freedom.But the majestic high mountain of Yingzhengzuo made him stop, not because he no longer longed for the sky, but because this mountain was too close to the sky, so he only needed to ride the wind to reach the sky.

Night came quietly, and the moonlight paved a path under his feet. Han Fei put on his coat and walked along the gravel road to the outer courtyard. There was no guard around, and the moonlight in the courtyard was hazy, as if covering the world with a layer as thin as a cicada. Winged yarn, Han Fei carefully looked at the camellia in the vestibule, the moonlight poured down, and the camellia looked like a veiled girl in the moonlight, extremely beautiful.

Everything in the world was silent in the cold moonlight. Han Fei seemed to hear some noises coming from the courtyard. When he came to the courtyard, Ying Zheng was only a hundred meters away from him, and Ying Zheng's attention was focused on practicing his sword. , Yingzheng stood in the darkness with only moonlight, but his figure became brighter and brighter, like a long and cold mountain range. In the dense night, Yingzheng's straight figure became clearer in Han Fei's eyes.He deeply understood what kind of perseverance and maneuvering power was hidden in this person's heart, so he suddenly wanted to see him, just wanted to see him more clearly.

The footsteps were driven by some kind of force, Han Fei only had this idea in his mind, and slowly walked towards Yingzheng.When Ying Zheng raised Tian Wen and stabbed the imaginary enemy facing him with all his strength, he met Han Fei's eyes full of stars.

He retracted the sword with all his strength, and a huge fear shrouded his heart. Just a little...just a little bit, he would...lose him...

The sharp pain of fear made the heart feel like it was being squeezed hard.Lifting his heavy steps, the right hand that was holding the sword was grabbing Han Fei's left hand fiercely at this moment. The terrifying force made Han Fei feel a dull pain, and his voice was so low that it was scary, "What are you doing..." If he confiscated it , he would fall in front of him..., feeling that he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe, but the person in front of him still looked calm.

I don't know why I am in such pain, this kind of pain seems to be familiar, I only know that I almost...lost him, forever, lost him.

The autumn wind blew down a tree of golden leaves, and the two of them stood under the tree with falling leaves, and even a moment has become eternity.

Han Fei's eyes rolled, his voice was very soft, like the moonlight tonight, "That day, in the small building in the middle of the lake, did you call me by my name?"

"why?"

Why?Why are you calling my name?

Ying Zheng was a little stunned. He never expected that Han Fei would ask himself this question.The answer is obviously obvious and simple, so simple that it is ready to be revealed; but the answer is too deep, so deep that it will take a lifetime to answer this question.

Ying Zheng felt that Han Fei's hand was attached to his own, and his slender and soft fingers stroked the back of his hand, like wind blowing across the surface of a lake, leaving layers of ripples.

Han Fei stared at Ying Zheng intently, and Ying Zheng raised his other hand to outline the perfect outline of his face.The right hand pulled him closer, and the thin lips slowly covered.

The aura that belonged exclusively to Ying Zheng gradually approached him, overwhelming his senses. Han Fei closed his eyes and responded lingeringly.

Separated peacefully, Ying Zheng looked directly into Han Fei's pupils, "Ying Zheng likes Han Fei." I hope that when I love you, I can love you with all my heart. "Is this answer satisfactory?"

If that person is Ying Zheng, what's the point of taking a gamble?

Han Fei smiled softly, like a little bit of cinnabar that melted in the water. In an instant, the brows were brightened and the heartstrings were stirred.

Ying Zheng put his arms around his slender waist, wrapped him in his arms, pressed his face against his cold forehead, and said softly, "Come with me, okay?"

Han Fei snuggled into his arms and was silent for a moment. Her long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly like a butterfly just emerging from a cocoon, but she didn't answer him.Ying Zheng was not in a hurry, anyway, he already understood what Han Fei wanted.

On the afternoon of the second day, Ying Zheng went to see if the bow for Fusu was ready, so he took Meng Qi out, but Han Fei didn't go with him, saying that he was staying in the mansion to wait for him.After thinking for a moment, Han Fei took Yunyi back to the small building in the middle of the lake.

When Ying Zheng returned to the mansion, Han Fei had long since disappeared. After asking, he found out that Han Fei had returned to Huxin Xiaozhu.Don't you still want to...

Before he had time to think about it, he rode his horse and galloped towards the small building in the middle of the lake. The sunset glow like flowing clouds gradually dyed the western sky.Han Fei saw the man from a distance, as if he was coming with the sunset glow from the sky, firm and magnificent.

Ying Zheng stared at Han Fei's face across the long bridge. The setting sun was slowly overturned, and the rich colors were overwhelming, gradually rendering this alluring face.It seems that the two once stood on the other side of fate like this, looking at each other but not seeing each other.

Ying Zheng walked towards him slowly, frowning slightly, holding Han Fei's hand tightly with his right hand, "Why are you leaving?"

Why do you want to leave me?leave my side?

Han Fei caressed Ying Zheng's hand. He could feel the uneasiness in that hand, and said softly, "Didn't you say you want me to go with you? I'll come back and pack my things."

Looking at Han Fei in disbelief, the ripples in his heart swayed layer by layer.

The mountains and rivers are tender, and the sunset is gentle, covering the world with a golden tulle.

Ying Zheng suddenly pulled him into his arms, and his long hair was flying in the setting sun, brushing against Ying Zheng's silhouette, a little itchy, just like his heart that was hooked and beating wildly.

Han Fei was held in his arms, raised his head slightly, and stared at Ying Zheng's face. The setting sun condensed his silhouette extremely deeply. It always oppresses other people's phoenix eyes, and it is very sharp when staring at people. At this moment However, it is infected with a bit of blurred love, which makes people sink into it.

Ying Zheng's hot breath came over, first touched his lips, and then pried open his teeth, lips and teeth lingering on each other.For you are near to my heart as grass and flowers are to the earth; sweet to me as sleep is to a weary body.Not through life and death, life and life to come, wherever you lead me, it's you, it's still you.

The author has something to say: because you are close to my heart, like grass and flowers are close to the land; you are sweet to me, like sleep to a tired body.Not through life and death, life and life to come, wherever you lead me, it's you, it's still you.It is also from Tagore's collection of poems.This chapter brings a little bit of the past lives of the two