Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

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The sky gradually darkened, the sky was full of rays of light, and there were large swathes of orange-red clouds spread out, elongating the shadows of all the buildings.

"crash"

The spring water sprayed from the white stone statues sprinkled on the delicate red roses, and the afterglow of the setting sun refracted the slender water column into a beautiful orange gold.

Mu Zhichan sat on the stone platform in front of the flower bed, resting his chin on his bent left knee, while the wings behind him were folded forward, looking like a pure white cocoon from the side.

"The royal family of the Ye family can't be emotional throughout their lives, otherwise they will eventually die of exhaustion."

"Your Highness, His Majesty has yet to accept a concubine, let alone have any heirs, so he is the only king of the current family. We must not let the king have the slightest mistake."

"Although His Majesty is unwilling to let you go, it is the best choice for you to take the initiative to leave the king before the situation is irreversible."

"Your Highness, I am very sorry."

……

Mu Zhichan looked up at the setting sun in the sky and sighed silently.

He has been sitting here for more than three hours, his mind has been circling the words that Yaze and Yawei told him earlier, he can't tell what kind of mood he is in, but he feels like a stone is pressed on his chest, Stuffy and depressing.

It turns out that the reason why my brother is so tired recently is because of him, that is to say

Mu Zhichan was startled, and murmured in a low voice: "Brother is... in love with me?"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his chaotic thinking immediately became clear, and this conclusion swept through his limbs and bones like a raging and surging wave.update the fastest

Some are happy, some are overwhelmed, but more are indeed sad, unwilling, and reluctant.

Why did the God of Light take away the power of Ye Shi's royal lover?

Why did he have to leave his brother?

And why... If he continued to stay by his brother's side, the other party would collapse and die?

Mu Zhichan flapped his wings irritably, and immediately a few pieces of pure white down fell down, so he looked at the few pieces of down on the ground with strange eyes, raised his hand hesitantly, stroked his wings, and then And smoothed out a few pieces of soft down.

Mu Zhichan: "..."

I'm bald?

"Good day, Your Highness." At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and when he looked up, a male angel in a dark blue robe and holding a black leather book was bowing to him.

"Good day, Your Excellency Lanjue." Mu Zhichan looked at the other party. He tied up his long pure black hair loosely with a silver ribbon and hung it down to his left chest. A thin silver chain hung down from the retro single mirror frame in front of his narrow and long right eye.

This seems to be a gentle, elegant and knowledgeable person, but in fact he is the marshal of the first legion of the Celestial Clan Army. He once led his men to fight on the battlefield. The ferocious defeat of them, so that they dare not attack again.

In fact, Mu Zhichan and Lan Jue are not very familiar, they can only be said to be nodding acquaintances, but every year on his birthday, the other party will always give him some exquisite and small gifts, which are not expensive, but they make Mu Zhichan very happy. like.

"Are you done with your work?" Mu Zhichan asked with a smile, the cool evening breeze swept his light gray hair back, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

"Well, what seems to be bothering your Highness?" Lan Jue responded with pursed lips, her dark blue pupils were like the sky near dawn, deep and unpredictable.

Hearing this, Mu Zhichan pinched the bridge of her nose and said in a low voice: "Does your excellency know about the physical defects of the Ye family?"

"I know." Lan Jue raised his hand to support the monocle, and said in a soft voice: "It's their greatest sorrow that they can't love someone deeply until they die."

Mu Zhichan's heart skipped a beat, she frowned fiercely, and asked, "Can't physical defects be cured?"

"Every generation of people in power has tried countless methods, but they all failed." Lan Jue stared at him and said.

"Then when they were weak...were they very tired at first, wanting to sleep every now and then?" Mu Zhichan pursed her lips.

"Yes, as their relationship deepens, the substances secreted in their bodies will become more concentrated. At the same time, the skin and flesh will begin to shed and regenerate continuously, including the bones." Lan Jue replied.

"How painful it must be..." Mu Zhichan muttered to herself, her hands slowly clenched into fists.

"Your Majesty likes you very much." Lan Jue said softly, the corner of his clothes was lifted by the wind, and those eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

"En." Mu Zhichan's eyes darkened, she stood up and looked directly at Lan Jue, "Thank you, I know what to do."

"If you need anything, you can come to me at any time." Lan Jue stretched out the wings on his back and bowed to him again, "Then, I will take my leave first."

"Goodbye." Mu Zhichan watched the other party fly into the air until he disappeared.

After Lan Jue left, the breezy expression on Mu Zhichan's face instantly collapsed, he staggered a few steps with weak legs, leaned against the steps of the flower bed and slid down slowly, burying his head in his knees between them, and wrap themselves tightly with their wings.

Parliament House.

A quill pen dipped in black ink wrote sharp words on the parchment, while the hand holding the pen had sharp joints, and light blue blood vessels were hidden under the white skin.

After finishing the last document, Jesa pressed his aching temple, and just after standing up, he swayed due to sudden dizziness, and stood still for a long time before recovering.

"Anhe." A low voice escaped from his lips, and Jesus flapped his wings like a door and flew away.

"Your Majesty." The waiter, who had been standing in front of the door waiting for dispatch, bowed and saluted, "What orders do you have?"

"Where is he?" Jesus asked in a low voice, his body straightened like a sword ready to be drawn at any time.

Hearing this, An He raised his hand and stroked the earring on his right ear, and a translucent map of the palace appeared in front of her eyes, and said, "Return to Your Majesty, Your Highness is in the Central Garden at this time."

"En." Jessa replied, flapping his wings like the wind and leaving.

Tick

Raindrops fell to the ground.

The weather in Bolivia is actually very cloudy and cloudy. It can be a sunset in one second and a shower in the next.

This was originally twilight, but now the sky is covered by thick clouds, so the light looks very dim.

Jesus folded his wings and landed in the central garden. The rain was not too heavy at this time, and it was hazy, as if weaving a layer of tulle for the world.

He narrowed his eyes and looked around, and then his eyes stopped on a large white ball curled up under the flower bed.

……

Mu Zhichan cried with a bit of headache and eye pain, even though he knew it was raining now, he didn't want to move at all, he just wanted to curl up quietly like this.

"Cicada?" A magnetic voice sounded above his head, and Mu Zhichan's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

Jessa leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand to caress the pair of pure white wings of the other party, and there was a trembling love in the silver-gray pupils.

Mu Zhichan trembled her fingertips, and Sichen finally spread her wings for a moment, exposing herself from under the wings like opening a soft shell inside, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother..."

Jesus lowered his eyes and directly picked up the man, ignoring the other party's struggle to get out of his arms, and ruthlessly carried him towards the palace.

After returning to Jesusa's master bedroom, Mu Zhichan was put on the bed by the man, and after that he smelled a faint scent of black tea.

"What are you doing there?" Yesa asked softly, pouring a cup of tea and handing it to Mu Zhichan.

"...I was watching the sunset, but I fell asleep before I knew it." Mu Zhichan took the teacup and said calmly.

Hearing this, Jesus put the back of his hand against his cool cheek, and looked at him with condensed eyes, as if trying to see through his soul.

"Brother, it's late, I'm a little sleepy." Mu Zhichan raised the corners of her lips and smiled at him, put the teacup on the tea table, stretched out her hand and hugged the other's arm coquettishly, "Go to bed early too Well, I don't think you've had a good rest for a while, so that's not okay."

"I'll wait until you fall asleep." Yesa sat on the edge of the bed unmoved, watching Mu Zhichan got up and changed into pajamas and slippers, then obediently lifted the quilt and lay down.

Afterwards, Jesus also lay sideways beside him, and covered Mu Zhichan's body with his wide left wing.

This is an action that can be said to be extremely intimate, and often only the closest person in the Celestial Clan will cover their wings on each other.

Mu Zhichan didn't say anything more, because he knew it would be useless if he said it, because his elder brother was a master of his words.

After closing his eyes, those emotions that had been restrained by him flooded in again, densely filling his mind.

So it's the best choice for my brother to leave alone?

"Cicada."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and at the same time came a slightly warm breath.

Mu Zhichan didn't respond, but kept his posture motionless and breathed evenly, pretending to be asleep, because he really didn't know how to face Jesus for a while.

Yesa's eyes fell on Mu Zhichan's eyelids, and he could see the other's eyeballs rolling from time to time, so he knew that he was not in a deep sleep.Update the fastest /mq^q717.c^om/

So, Jesus lowered his eyes and moved closer to the other party, and with deep eyes, he pressed his lips to the center of his eyebrows, then moved down bit by bit, and kissed each other delicately on Mu Zhichan's eyebrows one by one, The bridge of the nose, the cheeks...

Until it sticks to the light red lips.

Mu Zhichan's hands hidden under the quilt were clenched tightly, all the thoughts in his brain were shattered to pieces at this moment, and it is not an exaggeration to use the word stormy waves to describe his mood at the moment.

Yesa keenly felt that Mu Zhichan's breathing became disordered, and then he intensified, stretching out his tongue indifferently, licking and licking those two soft lips with the tip, and carefully tracing his lips pattern.

And Mu Zhichan could feel the humidity very clearly. Apart from the extreme shock and explosion, he felt that his body was about to explode too!

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