The power of rebirth

Ironically, he can also fool himself.

But at this moment, the people beside me...

Mingyuan curled up and felt his whole body trembling uncontrollably. He slowly turned his head to look at the man. The man's eyes were squinted, and the pupils were constantly changing with the slight shaking of the candle, as if the abyss exuded mystery and The iceberg is chilling.He leaned on the chair and stroked the all-too-familiar blood jade with his fingertips.

The person on the chair got up without saying a word, approached the table, stretched out his slender fingers with well-articulated joints, and stroked the eyebrows and eyes that were trembling from fear and shame. A layer of cold sweat had already leaked out of the porcelain-white skin, and the sweat stained the face. Slender fingers.Ming Yuan could feel the heat from his fingertips, although it was smooth to the touch, it was like walking on thorns.The finger slid across the nose, stopped at the corner of the eye and the intersection of the cheekbone and stroked for a moment, suddenly the strength increased, and a faint blue light flashed in the black eyes.Originally wanted to say something but in the end he didn't open his mouth, he just stroked his brows and eyes thoughtfully.

Snapped!Mingyuan knocked off the finger, his eyes were cold and angry, "Get lost!"

The eyes of the two met, each holding their own thoughts.

With a clatter, Minghan tore off his coat and threw it on the table, "Take him back to Huandian" and then turned and left. When he reached the door, his footsteps stopped suddenly, as if he was sighing or persuading, "Rest earlier, Tomorrow night, I will be the king's woman."

The door was opened, and the wind blew in mercilessly, messing up Mingyuan's long hair.

Hehuan Palace.

Although it is already summer, the terrain of the Northern Han Dynasty is peculiar, hot during the day, but as cold as winter at night.

Mingyuan soaked in the cold water to wash away the filth on his body, and the water that was cold into his heart took away the temperature of the skin little by little.The body is numb by the cold water, and if there is no consciousness, there will be no heartache.

Looking at the body in the water, a cluster of flames suddenly ignited in the originally cold and dead eyes.

Minghan, Minghan...My family was killed by you, my mother was imprisoned by you, my lover was taken away by you, friends...At this time, the image of Qianshang appeared in Mingyuan's mind...Friends were wiped out, and courtiers were also killed by you. What you use, even a slave... can't end well.Who else?Who else can you take from me?

With a crash, he sat up suddenly, the water overflowed, and finally... me?Then he sneered silently at the water surface.

If there is an afterlife, I will crush you to ashes!

"Ah"

"Your Majesty, it's raining outside again, so don't catch cold." The eunuch covered Ming Han with a cloak, and then went to close the window, "This year's rain is more than usual."

Minghan wrapped his cloak, rubbed his nose, and frowned when he heard the rain outside the window. He didn't like rain, and he couldn't fall asleep every rainy night in previous years.

Every rainy night in the past years, he would quietly stand in the corner of Changle Palace, staring at the man watching the rain...

It's like this every year, without interruption...

☆、A few strands of blue silk

Dressed in moonlight silk, triple vermilion gauze, can't wrap up the whole body, can't wrap up a few strands of blue silk.

The candlelight hissed, the water vapor curled up, and the eyes drooped.

"The old slave has countless people, from three thousand beauties in the palace of the former empress to tens of thousands of people in the palace, but I have not seen a body like this... People can't take their eyes off." Eunuch Zhao put a bronze mirror on the Ming Palace. Yuan's body.

The person in the mirror, with blue hair combed behind, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, thin lips, moonlight silk dress covering the body, vermilion gauze hanging on it, red rope and gold thread wrapped around the waist, bare feet...

Ming Yuan raised his eyes for a look, then stopped looking.

"When the curfew drum sounds, someone will send you to Chenghuan Palace. According to the rules of our ancestors, concubines will be sent to the emperor's bedroom on the first night they serve."

"Water pants and boots."

Eunuch Zhao smiled and frustrates his hands, "When serving the bed, for the convenience of the Holy Majesty, these are not allowed to be worn, and of course you are no exception."

Boom, boom, boom... The sound of curfew drums can be heard in the distance.

"Come here, wrap the acacia mattress on the prince's body."

Several eunuchs brought up a bright yellow mattress, and just about to wrap it around Ming Yuan's body, they heard a sharp scolding voice, "I'm not a woman! Don't treat me like a woman!"

"Hmph... Do you think you are still the high-ranking prince? You are just a male favorite..."

Immediately, Mingyuan grabbed the old eunuch who had been staring at his butt from the beginning to the end, with a murderous look in his eyes, "Eunuch Zhao..."

"Cough cough...too...Prince...forgive me, the slaves also follow the rules, otherwise...the emperor will be unhappy." Ming Yuan increased his strength, "Cough cough...quick...quickly prepare a crown for the prince sedan chair."

Only then did Ming Yuan let go of his hand and threw the eunuch to the ground, and got into the sedan chair barefoot.

It was still raining outside, and the cool air came in through the gaps in the sedan chair, and then moved up along the toes, and there was nothing under him, only the robe hanging on his body.

After about three cups of tea, the sedan chair stopped at the side door of the Chenghuan Hall, and someone lifted the curtain and opened the umbrella, "Prince, according to the rules, the servants will carry you to the dragon bed...but the sedan chair is not allowed to go in." ...do you see?"

Mingyuan took a deep breath, raised his already cold feet, and stepped on the water.

Ming Yuan limped and supported his injured leg, and walked through the other courtyard. Ming Yuan stopped in front of the Chenghuan Hall. The hall was brightly lit, and waiters stood in rows.The eunuch who was following behind also retreated quietly at this moment, someone opened the door for him, someone brought a basin to wash his feet, and someone took a towel to wipe off the rain on his black hair.

"Stand back..." A deep voice came from inside the hall.

Ming Yuan immediately clenched his fists and stopped in place.

A clear fragrance wafts over from the incense burner in the hall, a familiar smell.

"Come in……"

Hearing the sound, Mingyuan walked in slowly, lifted the bead curtain, and the man was wearing a black nightgown leaning on the dragon table, his sinister face was hidden in the scattered long hair, and he curled up with one knee. One hand rests on it, playing with the empty wine glass.There is a jug of wine and a cup filled with wine on the dragon floor...

Ming Yuan took a step back subconsciously, and was immediately at a loss. He thought he was ready to be humiliated, but when he met those eyes, he was afraid.

Minghan stared at the person in front of him, his body was perfectly displayed in the acacia suit, his eyes suddenly became sharp, "Brother Emperor... Who else has seen you look so attractive today? This king killed them all!" How about dropping it?"

Ming Yuan didn't speak, but stopped in front of the window and looked out the window.

"Come here, this king should have a cup of wine with the emperor." After speaking, Ming Han picked up another glass of wine on the table and handed it to him.

The wine glass was handed over, but no one answered it.

"Hehe... If it wasn't for the emperor's brother who wanted me to feed you personally?" Ming Han got up, walked in front of him, and passed the wine glass to his lips, "Open your mouth..."

Ming Yuan glared at him, "Bah..." The wine glass fell to the ground, soaking the carpet.

The corner of Ming Han's mouth was slightly curled up, he waved his long sleeves behind him, leaned down and picked up the wine glass, his fingers touched those white feet intentionally or unintentionally, "Brother Emperor's body is so cold..." He kept going up and stopped on the calf cloth The place covered with bruises, "Brother Huang is injured..." As the strength of his hands increased, the face hidden in the hair revealed a pair of eyes as dark as an abyss, "Then I will rub it for Brother Huang... Knead."

Immediately, Mingyuan felt a bone-piercing pain from his calf, and his knuckle fingers seemed to be pinched into the flesh, as if trying to tear his bones out.A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his cold body, he bit his lip and endured it.

The hand suddenly left the injured place and climbed all the way up, the palm was so hot that it seemed to devour him.

Ming Yuan suddenly panicked, and when the hand was an inch away from the ink-colored place, he grabbed Ming Han, "Don't you... want to drink?"

Hearing the sound, the person under him stopped and got up, smiled at him, turned around and handed it to him, "Are you willing to talk to me?"

Ming Yuan raised his head and wanted to drink the wine, but was stopped by Ming Han, "Acacia wine... of course we have to make a gesture of crossing glasses." After speaking, he crossed Ming Yuan's arm and drank it all in one gulp.

Ming Yuan frowned, but finally drank the wine.

This wine has the same taste as the incense in the incense burner, cold but strong... the smell of silk julienne flowers.

The rain outside the temple was getting heavier, accompanied by dull thunder and lightning from time to time.

Ming Han threw away the wine glass in his hand, and pulled Ming Yuan's arm into his arms, Ming Yuan became unsteady and was pinned in his arms.Minghan stretched out his hand to caress the cool cheek, "I think Eunuch Zhao has already entrusted you with the rules that night." The person in his arms struggled immediately.

"I'm not a woman!"

"Of course you are not...you are my imperial brother." Minghan turned around and pressed him against the window sill behind him, "but now you are my king's woman."

"No... no! I'm not a woman!" Mingyuan punched and kicked Minghan like crazy, but there was a stream of heat burning him.

During the rebellion, several porcelains fell to the ground, the flagon on the dragon's floor was also turned over, and the writing and ink on the case table were crumpled and fell to the ground in twos and threes.

"I said that I taught you your martial arts!" Minghan raised his eyebrows slightly, grabbed Mingyuan's throat with one hand, and pressed Mingyuan against the wall until the person in front of him softened. He picked it up horizontally, walked to the bed and threw it in.

"Cough cough..." Mingyuan curled up on the bed and coughed desperately, suddenly felt that the golden and red rope around his waist was torn off directly, and the triple layer of vermilion gauze and layer of moonlight silk was immediately lifted from his toes, and he raised his head coldly. Seeing Minghan bullying him up.

slightly……

In the hall, the incense burner was overturned to the ground, and a dimly extinguished candle was burning on the golden nanmu table.

Mingyuan's already wet black hair was lying on the desk, the moonlight robe behind him was stained with blood in large and small sizes, his pale and bloodless face was hidden in the black hair, his eyes sometimes darkened, sometimes resentful, A thin layer of water vapor dripped down the corners of the eyes onto the paper, and instantly the wet ink melted into drops of transparent liquid.The scriptures played by the minister that morning were spread out, soaked by his tears and melted away, leaving a stain on the ground...

Mixed with the damp and ancient door pushing, Mingyuan closed his eyes, maybe before, there was still a trace of dignity that had not died in that fragmented body.But just tonight... was completely crushed by that person.

The voice was extremely soft, as if afraid of disturbing his nightmare.

The smell of wine is overflowing, the familiar taste, the sweet-scented osmanthus brewed in the south of the city...

The slight clash of porcelain, for a long time...

"Prince..." There was a little sob in the voice.

Someone pulled up the blue hair scattered on his face, put a warm cloak on his lower body, and raised his eyes slightly green...

"I don't know that he would treat you like this, even to you..." The voice stopped abruptly as the last drop of wax burned out.

Shout out... a new candle was lit, and someone put down the torch.

There was a shadow in the eyes of the person lying on the table, someone untied the gold thread and red rope from his wrist, and found a rag to wipe the smudges on the table.

A smile appeared on the haggard face with difficulty, and then his eyes seemed to shoot ice blades towards him, "You actually treat me... what? A pet? A plaything? Hehe..."

Situ Qing looked at the drenched Ming Yuan, "Prince..."

"Prince? Who are you calling?" Ming Yuan suddenly stood up, helped the side of the table move towards him step by step, then snatched the jug from the table, lifted the lid and poured it in. "Ahem..." The bitter and strong wine burned his stomach, and his mind became clearer, remembering the humiliation that person had done to him when he walked to Gaochao.

Situ Qing snatched the flagon from his hand, "The emperor knows you won't let the imperial doctor see it, so let me see your injury" as she said that, she was about to touch him.

"Go away, don't touch me!!" Situ Qing was pushed away vigorously by Ming Yuan, and then poured all the remaining wine into his mouth, "It's better to die...you don't have to suffer these humiliations."

"Okay... I won't touch you, you're hurt a lot, so don't drink any more, I brought some food..."

His stomach was so hot that he hadn't eaten for many days, and he had been messed with by Minghan all night, with various postures and various props, and alcohol stimulated his stomach, rolling and burning, and finally made him ache all over.

With a clang, the jug in his hand shattered to the ground, and his whole body twitched and knocked against the corner of the table.

"Prince, be careful..." Situ directly pulled him into his arms, and the moment he was pulled into his arms, he frowned.

So thin...the body still exudes a strong smell of one-night romance.

Ming Yuan, who was covered in cold sweat, leaned against Situ Qing's arms, opened his eyes with difficulty, "Do one thing for me."

"The prince ordered that Situ will do everything he can!"

"I know you have a soft knife hidden in your waist...Kill me, if you still recognize me as the crown prince." Ming Yuan grabbed Situ Qing's gauze garment in front of his collar.

In an instant, Situ Qing let go of the person in his arms, "No..." and took a few steps back, "No... No, Situ can't kill the prince."

Ming Yuan leaned on the table leg, his eyes gloomy and cold.

Situ picked up Mingyuan and put him into the hot spring next door. After cleaning, he wanted him to rest on the bed, but Mingyuan would not lie on that bed, so he had to send someone to send Mingyuan back to Hehuan palace.

"Prince...you rest for a while, I will go to the emperor to ask for clarification!"

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