After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

The sky was glowing, and the surroundings were silent.

"Azhi, Azhi?" Rong Wen glanced at the sky, and gently shook the sleeping person lying on his shoulder.

This person seemed to be extremely tired and fast asleep, he turned his head and could only see a side face, the priest's seal on his forehead was bright red, his eyebrows were long and sharp, his eyelashes were crowed, and he looked hazy with the morning mist hazy.The tails of the eyes are slightly raised, with a little red, and the nose is sharp and straight.Further down is the lip line that is naturally hooked.

The strands of hair were still wet, hanging down against his neck, what's more, the chin resting on his shoulder rubbed against the hollow of his neck vaguely.

He couldn't help but think of those words Shi Xing said when he pretended to be knowing, as well as that seductive smile, his inexplicable irritability.

Cursing himself secretly, he suppressed all those distracted thoughts, and tilted his head, "Azhi, wake up, we have to hurry."

Knowing that he slowly opened his eyes, he was so frightened that he almost rolled to the ground, but fortunately Rong Wen caught him quickly, "Ah Zhi, be careful." Rong Wen looked at him with a half-smile.

"Uh...you let me down first." Mingzhi stiffened his body, looked down at Rong Wen, his hands were still around the man's neck, and he didn't want to let me go at this moment, and what was even more shameful was that he was using an extremely Sitting on one of Rong Wen's arms in a strange way.

With the other hand, Rong Wen held Delusion and Forgiveness, just wrapping around his leg.

Knowing that he was secretly slandering him, it was thanks to him that he was able to hold him firmly with one hand.

Only then did Rong Wen suppress his smile and put him on the ground.

Knowing that he coughed dryly, straightened his clothes, and looked around, only to find that it was early in the morning, the mist had cleared, and the sky and the earth showed their original appearance, surrounded by strange trees and twigs, covered with velvet, strange vines hanging among them, and palm-sized blood-colored flowers.

He moved a few times, only to find that the pain in his internal organs had disappeared, he didn't feel any discomfort at the moment, presumably Rong Wen treated him when he passed out.

"Ahem,...how long has it been?" Mingzhi said pretending to be nonchalant.

Rong Wen threw the pardon back to him, "Not long, half an hour. Is there any discomfort, Ah Zhi?"

Mingzhi shook his head, "I'm fine, why didn't you wake me up?" After a pause, he continued, "Aren't you tired?"

"Seeing that you are in a deep sleep, you don't want to scream." Rong Wen walked towards the deep hole made by the teacher, he kicked hard, and the teacher became the size of a thin piece of paper, dying at the bottom of the pit .

Rong Wen performed a trick to catch it, and handed it to Ming Zhi, "What is Ah Zhi going to do with it?"

It twisted its body with teeth and claws, making a gesture to bite Mingzhi, but Rong Wen slapped it on the head, and immediately calmed down.

"Put it away first, and make plans after this matter is over." Mingzhi frowned and thought, "Go to Ling Xingjun first."

Rong Wen nodded, and took out a black brocade bag with silver patterns from somewhere, crumpled up the teacher's suit and stuffed it in, fastened it, and tossed it in his hand for playing.

Mingzhi secretly smiled, "Your technique is interesting."

Seeing that he was curious, he tossed the brocade bag to him, "Ah Zhi, if you like it, I'll give you a new one next time."

Knowingly took it, only to find that this brocade bag looks ordinary, but it hides a mystery. The fabric is faintly glowing, with some fine lines, like feathers, and a complicated mountain gardenia embroidered on it. I don’t know what kind of silk thread is used. It's just like the real flowers spread up.

"This item is not common, and it's useless if I ask for it, thank you for your kindness." Mingzhi returned the brocade bag to him with a smile.

Rong asked noncommittal.

Tossing the brocade bag twice, put it away, looked at him slyly and said, "It's just a thing, it will be of great use if it can make you smile."

Knowing that he laughed twice, he wondered what he meant by that?

"I asked Juan Er to investigate just now. Lord Ling Xing is in Prince Ning Zhen's old palace, and Lord Snow God is rushing over, but..." Rong Wen changed his serious expression, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, " There is not only Amaoer beside Mr. Lingxing, but also the breath of another person."

"There is one more person?" Mingzhi became serious at this time.If there is another person beside Ling Xingjun, it is hard to say whether this person is an enemy or a friend.

Rong Wen nodded, "It's just that the fog barrier is dangerous, and Juan Er can't get in. I don't know who that person is."

Knowing that after thinking about it for a while, he always felt that this matter was not simple. Ever since he saw the fate bell, this strange feeling had been lingering in his heart, and he always felt that these things were somehow related to himself. There is a great relationship...

"Since this is the case, whether it is an enemy or a friend, we will have a conclusion after we go." He said.It's better to do some practical things instead of talking about it in my heart here.

Rong Wen nodded, "Ah Zhi, follow me closely."

"By the way,...is the fate bell from before still on you?" Mingzhi grabbed him and asked.

Rong Wen paused, turned around slowly, stood up straight, looked down at him, seemed to see that his expression was the same, then turned his wrist, palm up, and the fate bell just appeared in his palm, "I want it to do it!" What?" He frowned.

Mingzhi smiled, took the life bell, and looked at the beautiful rays of light on the mountains in the distance.

After a thousand years, when he looked at this thing carefully again, he felt a little sad.

Everything in this world is like quicksand, you can't hold it no matter what, yesterday's beauty, today is a dry bone, yesterday's drunkenness, today is just a pile of loess, a thousand years is too long, a strong wind blows past, The earth is empty, and the only thing left is the hatred that the people who are struggling to survive... and this bell, that's all.

"Azhi?" Rong Wen called him softly.

Knowing that he put away the bell, he turned around and said, "Let's go."

But he didn't move, just looked at his back, "Azhi, you don't have to..." He didn't know how to continue after he had only spoken halfway. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was too complicated. There are too many things, and the chosen path, no matter how dark or difficult it is, has to be walked by himself. He understands this truth, but he is just...unwilling.

Mingzhi paused, turned around, "What?"

"It's nothing." Rong Wen smiled, stepped forward and took off a dead leaf on his forehead, "Azhi, if you don't want to see it, you can give it to me... If you don't want to, I'll take it for you."

Knowingly looked up at him, thoughtfully, for a while, "Master ghosts and gods, everything in this world is about a grievance and a debtor, don't you understand?"

Rong Wen didn't speak, his eyes were dim.

But he knew it and smiled suddenly, "Thank you for your kindness, it's safer to leave this fate bell with me, after all, you can't escape it." Patted him on the shoulder, turned his head and walked away.

Rong Wen looked at the back in front of him, and scratched with one hand, but the rest was empty. He wanted to hide his life in his own, and the misfortune and calamity he suffered for him, only the most radiant I gave him a section full of colorful flowers, but it was a pity that the timing was unlucky...

I hate the bad timing the most.

Even so, it's good to be able to accompany him through this journey, he thought.

**

In the imperial city, people are crowded with fire trees, silver flowers, fireworks blooming in the sky, the sky and the earth are like daytime, the sound of bells and drums rushes straight to the sky from the palaces and palaces, the smell of fat powder, and the smell of wine condense into a wind of drunkenness and gold, and it is buried in the darkness. Farewell to the East Palace The carved sandalwood window in the courtyard.

Standing behind the window was a ghostly man with black body and disheveled hair.

The house was pitch black, there were no lights on, and there was no sound at all, except for the "creaking" sound of the window being blown by the wind.

After a long time, Cheng Nan stretched out a hand and pressed it against the window sash, the creaking stopped abruptly, only the sound of bells, drums and laughter from the distant lights remained, what a luxury and extravagance this is.

But he perished.

Seeing the dim lights in the distance, Cheng Nan couldn't help but sneered.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! The lord is still waiting for you, you can't come here! Your Highness..." A light suddenly came on outside, and there was a sound of messy footsteps.

Then a young voice said angrily: "Get out of here!"

"Your Highness, you cannot come here..."

After a long time, it was quiet, the door was opened with a bang, and a young man in a bright yellow brocade robe walked in.

It's hard not to move.

The man looked at Cheng, his voice trembling, "Eleven..."

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, don't go to a banquet for the officials, what are you doing here with me, a guilty minister of subjugation?" Cheng Nan didn't look back, and after a long while, he said calmly: "Oh, could it be that he came to see the criminal's jokes?"

Ning Zhen was about to cry, he approached and stretched out a hand, but it was fixed in the air, "Eleventh, this matter... I don't know."

Cheng Nan turned his head and stared at him, his voice was as thin and cold as the night breeze, "I don't know what? I don't know that your father who is sitting on the bright stage destroyed my country ten days ago, or you don't know that he ordered Slaughtered all the citizens of Yueyan Imperial City, not even the pregnant woman and the infant baby?"

The domineering young man stepped back step by step under his gaze, his face turned pale, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He choked up.

Cheng Nan looked at him, and suddenly chuckled, "But what does it matter if you know? The 20 iron cavalry is your army in Langu, and your father ordered it, and my country is under the iron cavalry! My parents, my sisters and brothers! My family members! The heads of owls were hung above the gates of the city, and the corpses were piled up in mass graves like garbage for wild dogs and wolves to eat! My people were raped, tortured and killed! They were wantonly bullied! Blood flowed like rivers on my land, and corpses littered the fields..."

He choked up for a moment before continuing: "Your Highness... I don't have a home anymore, do you know? I don't have a home anymore..."

His voice didn't have the slightest ups and downs, but it was as vague and helpless as if all his strength had been drained. Ning Zhen sat slumped on the ground, listening to him like this, feeling a trance with cold liquid passing across his cheeks.

The outside of the house is full of paper and gold, the river is full of fine wine, and the east wind urges thousands of trees to bloom overnight. I suddenly feel that this prosperous world is stable, but inside the house, there are two teenagers who grow up overnight in the reality of the distant mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

After standing for a long time, Cheng Nan turned his head, looked at the splendor outside the window, said in a low voice, without a trace of strength, "Let's go, in the future——"

He wanted to say, don't come here again, but he suddenly came to his senses, the emperor guessed that he would give him a pot of poisoned wine, just fish and meat on the board, so where is the future?

He sighed, "Isn't today His Highness's birthday?"

Ning Zhen looked up at him blankly. The man was standing in front of the window without turning his head. His figure seemed to be hidden behind heavy veils, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

He suddenly realized that something was broken between them at this moment.

The man's voice came from afar again, but it sounded sad and determined, "Then I wish Your Highness... a long life."

As soon as he finished speaking, fireworks suddenly exploded outside, and a huge radiant picture slowly unfolded from mid-air, shattered into countless stars and fell down, the sky and the earth seemed like daytime, and the sky was filled with laughter.

Cheng Nan raised his head slightly amidst the sky full of fireworks, the fog rising in front of his eyes made it difficult for him to see this prosperous world clearly.

It's been a big dream for more than ten years, and now it's time to wake up from this dream.

After a long time, the voices from outside faded away. Ning Zhen stood up with the corner of the table next to him, his footsteps were weak, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head. "I'll keep you alive."

After saying this, there was a creak, and the door was closed tightly again.

Cheng Nan closed the window, shook his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

How can a person live without a home?