There is a fake demigod in the East Palace

The last time the two met, there was a screen between each other, and now Rong Zheng appeared in front of Ye Zhaoling without any warning, which made him a little at a loss.

Rong Zheng looked much calmer, he stood at the door against the light and did not speak.The sound of hydrogen peroxide shattering alarmed the secret service outside the door, and dozens of men in black rushed in in an instant, pointing their guns at Ye Zhaoling.

Ye Zhaoling was still holding a pitiful cotton swab in his hand. Facing the opponent's situation suddenly, he felt that the cotton swab in his hand was very imposing.

In the end, Yan Tian arrived in time and invited out a room full of fierce and burly men.Rong Zheng seemed to be taken over by the mute, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

"What's the matter with you?" Ye Zhaoling sensed that something was wrong with Rong Zheng tonight, he shook his arm at Rong Zheng and asked, "Stupid?"

This time Rong Zheng finally had a little reaction to Ye Zhaoling's words, he closed the door gently, and walked towards Ye Zhaoling.His movements were very light, as if he wasn't the one who made such a big commotion just now.

Most of the light was shut out of the door, and the room went dark again in an instant.Ye Zhaoling sat in front of the mirror, watching Rong Zheng walk towards her step by step.

It wasn't until Rong Zheng approached that Ye Zhaoling realized that his gait was flimsy and he still smelled heavily of alcohol.

"It turned out to be drinking." Ye Zhaoling felt relieved and threw the cotton swab into the trash can.He did not forget the unhappiness between the two of them the previous time, and asked stiffly: "The prince came late at night, what orders do you have?"

Although Rong Zheng was very drunk, his gestures were still full of oppression.He ignored Ye Zhaoling's indifference and said the first sentence of the day.

"Does it hurt?" Rong Zheng asked.

Ye Zhaoling didn't know what the drunk's intentions were. Following Rong Zheng's gaze, he turned his head to look at the injury on his back, and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's already healed."

Before Ye Zhaoling finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Rong Zheng pressed Ye Zhaoling against the mirror behind him with one stroke of his wrist and one stroke of his shoulder.

The bottles and cans on the table fell to the floor, causing a lot of commotion. The special agents learned their lesson this time, and no one dared to break in again.

The cold touch of the mirror made Ye Zhaoling realize what happened just now. At this moment, his hands were imprisoned behind his back by Rong Zheng, and the left side of his face was pressed against the mirror, unable to move.

Tonight, Ye Zhaoling's body was not in good shape, and Rong Zheng made such a fuss again, which immediately made him very angry, and said angrily, "Why are you crazy!"

Rong Zheng lowered his head and approached Ye Zhaoling, not wanting to talk to him, his scorching breath fell on his neck, Ye Zhaoling moved his neck a little uncomfortable.

"Come on, let go first, we have something to talk about." It's not wise to head-on with a drunk, Ye Zhaoling softened his tone.

Rong Zheng behind him was unmoved, but intensified his strength even further.

Seeing that this person was so unreasonable, Ye Zhaoling was not polite to him, thinking about finding a suitable time to make this drunk sober.Unexpectedly, Rong Zheng acted as if he had sensed his intentions long ago, and took the first step, pulling the long robe on his body to his waist.

The whole back was suddenly exposed to the cold air of late autumn, and Ye Zhaoling couldn't help shivering.Under the moonlight, the ice-white skin was covered with scars.

Looking carefully, you can see a faint golden thread running through it, this golden thread connects the tendons and bones, and connects the flesh and blood of this body.

Rong Zheng's fingers lightly touched this piece of skin, following the muscle lines all the way up.His fingertips were cold, causing a shiver wherever he touched them.

Finally, Rong Zheng's fingers came to Ye Zhaoling's shoulder blades, and after staying there for a while, he suddenly asked, "I was burned for seven thousand days by the Brahma fire, does it hurt?"

When Rong Zheng asked, he easily broke down the high wall that Ye Zhaoling had built. He leaned his head on the mirror resignedly, not knowing how to answer.

The fire burned for seven thousand days, and he was reincarnated between death and life for a thousand days.This is the despair of not knowing when it will end, and how can it be summed up by saying whether it hurts or not.

Without waiting for Ye Zhaoling's answer, Rong Zheng stroked the skin with his fingers and came to the edge of the wound. When Ye Zhaoling was not mentally prepared, he pressed down unexpectedly.

Ye Zhaoling was pulled out of his memories on the spot, trembling all over, his face changed in pain: "Hiss—Rong Zheng! You are here to provoke trouble, right?"

"No." Rong Zheng relaxed his strength a little, and said very seriously: "I'm here to ask for someone."

"Who is so important, it's worth you to go there in person at night." The pain on Ye Zhaoling's face was fleeting, he moved his head with difficulty, and smiled angrily: "Don't count the headless case again Is it on my head?"

Seeing that Ye Zhaoling's attitude was so bad, Rong Zheng never forgot to get angry even when he was drunk. He approached Ye Zhaoling and said breathlessly: "I want you to give Ye Zhaoling back to me."

Rong Zheng's unintentional drunken words made the smile on Ye Zhaoling's face no longer hold. He tried his best to break away from Rong Zheng's shackles, turned around and said to him: "You are drunk, come and talk to me when you are sober. Let Lord Yan take you back to rest."

Rong Zheng took a step forward to block Ye Zhaoling's path. As if to prove that he was not drunk, he stubbornly repeated what he said just now: "I want you to give me back my Ye Zhaoling."

After being drunk, Rong Zheng was soft and unreasonable, and Ye Zhaoling didn't want to waste words with him anymore.He grabbed Rong Zheng's hand and came to the bedside, intending to put him down first, and then let Yan Tian come in to clean up the mess.

Before doing anything, Ye Zhaoling pressed Rong Zheng's shoulders to let him sit on the edge of the bed, bent down, and said to him word by word: "He can't come back anymore."

Rong Zheng opened his eyes wide and looked at Ye Zhaoling with a dazed face. His head was blinded by alcohol so that he could not understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Ye Zhaoling had never seen such undisguised emotions on Rong Zheng's face, his heart softened instantly, and he was not in a hurry to invite him out.

As if he was bewitched, he leaned over and held Rong Zheng's face, kissed his forehead lightly, and said softly, "I don't seem to have ever said sorry to you?"

Ye Zhaoling's trick didn't work, Rong Zheng pushed Ye Zhaoling away and got angry with the prince: "I don't want yours, I'm sorry!"

"If you don't want it, you don't want it, who cares." Ye Zhaoling woke up instantly, and her good temper had come to an end.He stopped messing around with Rong Zheng, grabbed his wrist and made him look at him: "Then you can see who I am?"

With Ye Zhaoling's reminder, Rong Zheng focused his gaze on his face again.

That person just stood there under the moonlight, his face was exactly the same as what he had dreamed every night, Rong Zheng didn't know where he was, but just stretched out his hand to Ye Zhaoling.

However, just as his palm was about to caress Ye Zhaoling's cheek, he clenched his palm into a fist again and suddenly dropped it.

"You are Zhong Yu." Rong Zheng finally remembered who this person was standing in front of him. The repeated torment of these days made him form a conditioned reflex, as long as he thought of that person, his heart would feel uncomfortable regardless of the occasion.It seems to be reminding him all the time to stop when he stops, not to turn back, and not to indulge.

Ye Zhaoling grabbed Rong Zheng's hand and said, "Yes, I'm Zhong Yu."

Zhong Yu and Ye Zhaoling are two people from beginning to end, Zhong Yu can't do what Ye Zhaoling wants to do, let alone love who Ye Zhaoling wants to love.

But today this kind of psychological withdrawal seems to have lost its effect, and the pain in my heart began to become dull and numb.Rong Zheng broke away from Ye Zhaoling's hand, as if he had been greatly wronged, and began to accuse Zhong Yu of various crimes: "Zhong Yu...you hate me for lying to me, plotting against me, and using me..."

Rong Zheng's consciousness began to return, and this farce tonight should also come to an end.However, he suddenly leaned forward and put his head on Ye Zhaoling's body, causing Ye Zhaoling to lean back slightly.

Rong Zheng leaned against Ye Zhaoling and asked softly, "Then have you ever liked me?"

Ye Zhaoling was stunned, Rong Zheng's words were like a knife, piercing through layers of armor, splitting him in half from the beginning to the end.

His whole heart was completely exposed to the air, and the pain made it difficult for him to even breathe.

After a long time, Ye Zhaoling took a breath and finally said: "I don't like you."

Ye Zhaoling knew that after saying this, he should ruthlessly push Rong Zheng away, and the mountains and seas will be separated from him, and he will never see him again.But when the time really came to this moment, he realized that he couldn't do it.

Ye Zhaoling let herself squat down, put Rong Zheng's hand in her palm with great care, raised her head and said to him, "But Rong Zheng, Ye Zhaoling loved you."

"Really?" Rong Zheng asked dully, he was too drunk, it seemed that it was just an instinctive reaction of his, and he didn't understand what Ye Zhaoling said.

"Of course it's true." It doesn't matter if you're drunk, Ye Zhaoling thought, waking up will be like a big dream.

He looked at Rong Zheng and laughed: "Do you think that a bad person like me is trying to lie to you again right now?"

"No, I'm willing to believe you." Rong Zheng said what he would never allow himself to say when he was awake. This was the most secret, weakest, and least known thought in his heart.

He closed his eyes, leaned over and hugged Ye Zhaoling gently, and said to him: "Ye Zhaoling, even if everyone tells me that you are heinous, that you have lied to me and used me from beginning to end, I still want to believe you..."

Yan Tian quickly stood in front of the monitoring screen and drove out all the staff on duty in the monitoring room.

After everyone left, Yan Tian came to the balcony alone and lit a cigarette.

Yan Tian doesn't have the habit of smoking, and smoking during working hours is against the work regulations, but at this moment, Yan Tian especially wants to get such a cigarette for himself.

A lot of pain in this world comes from being too sober and seeing things too clearly.Rong Zheng has suppressed himself for too long, let him obey his will tonight, say what he wants to say, and take a look at the person he wants to see.

These days, Rong Zheng has been acting particularly unkind, putting the overall situation first.He refused to hear from that person, and didn't care about his life or death, as if there had never been any affection between him and Ye Zhaoling.

But Yan Tian knew that no one had a more painful life than Rong Zheng.He imprisoned Ye Zhaoling in the East Palace, so he didn't want to protect him.

To this day, Yan Tian began to regret that when Rong Zheng wanted to divorce, he tried his best to dissuade him.He used to really think that Ye Zhaoling could make it to the end with Rong Zheng.

Yan Tian thought that there was no mess that the East Palace could not solve, but he did not expect Ye Zhaoling to prepare such a big "surprise" for Rong Zheng.

No one can clean up the mess now.

The only light in the room went out, and the moonlight covered the floor.A firework rose into the sky, illuminating the sleeping night sky.

The silver chain hit the head of the bed, making a jingling sound. A pale hand stretched out from the edge of the bed impatiently, but was dragged back and pressed against the palm of the hand.

A murmur leaked out from the darkness, which was quickly covered up by successive fireworks.

Rong Zheng stared at Ye Zhaoling intently, as if for the last time, unwilling to move away for a moment.

Ye Zhaoling couldn't bear such gaze any longer, leaned up and kissed his lips.

The warm liquid wet his cheeks, and quickly disappeared on the skin. I don't know whose sweat or whose tears it was.

"Rong Zheng." The trembling of his body finally subsided, and Ye Zhaoling hoarsely called out Rong Zheng's name.

"En." Rong Zheng responded softly, and loosened his lips. Maybe the drunkenness began to dissipate, and his voice sounded much more sober than before.

Ye Zhaoling's gaze moved with Rong Zheng, and the moment Rong Zheng looked at him, a thin golden light appeared in Ye Zhaoling's eyes, erasing all the memories related to tonight in Rong Zheng's mind.