The reborn son is vicious

Absolutely refined country... Helian's.

The reason why Leng Xi has some understanding of this country far away on the border of Daxu is thanks to the short royal life in his previous life.

It is said that this country was once extremely rich, and its national power was so strong that it unified the surrounding small countries.

And the Helian royal family is also all dragons and phoenixes among the people.

Leng Xi still remembered that in the history of Daxu's harem, he had seen one of the late emperor's concubines who was from the Nahelian family.

But 20 years ago, Jingjue Country experienced a huge natural disaster and man-made disaster, which seriously injured its vitality. Up to now, it has not completely recovered.

What's more, King Jingjue was young and hadn't been in charge yet. Most of the affairs of the court were controlled by his uncle, that is, the famous regent He Lianxuan.

That's why Murong Jing didn't think too much about this border country.

But now, the person in front of him actually told him - he, the so-called Seventh Prince of Daxu, was actually He Lianxuan's illegitimate son?

Leng Xi's mind went blank for a long time, so that He Liansheng called him several times impatiently, but he didn't respond.

"Leng Xi! Leng Xi!..."

"What?" Leng Xi finally recovered.

"You..." But He Liansheng was at a loss.

During the few days of being locked up in the palace, He Liansheng slowly figured it out—sometimes, blindly waiting and retreating is worthless, for what he wants and the person he wants to catch, he has to act and go. Only by fighting for can we make progress and look forward to it.

——Since you said that you don't believe me because you don't know who I am, not even my name, then I'll tell you!

Even if the truth is bloody, unbearably ugly, and the pain of physical collapse and annihilation of body and spirit, I still want to tell you, because you are Leng Xi...

He is the only Leng Xi in this world who I can trust and is willing to trust!

"Helian... Sheng?"

Leng Xi raised his eyes, and he stared at the eyes of the person in front of him, which looked like a pair of ink paintings. He looked at those extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, and at this moment, his eyes were mixed with pain, sorrow, and even despair.

For a moment, he seemed to see the self many years ago through He Liansheng's eyes, the self who was deceived by the person he loved the most, was seriously injured, and was abandoned like a waste in Xiao Suo's cold palace for several years.

Leng Xi's hard heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"Is it painful?" He raised his hand, slowly but powerfully, gently caressing the handsome side face of the opposite person.

"..."

He Liansheng didn't seem to feel anything for a moment, he just looked back at the opposite person's sad eyes for some reason, as if the whole world behind him had turned into nothingness.

Leng Xi smiled quietly, but that smile was more sad than crying.

"You avoided your name and your identity before because you knew that your biological parents shouldn't be together. Is their combination wrong? It's because you knew from an early age that you were an illegitimate child and should not have been born in In this world, is that why you suffer, hate, and even loathe all of this?"

He Liansheng's eyes were numb, but he still couldn't say a word.

Leng Xi didn't care too much, he kept stroking the side of the other person's face, and continued to say quietly: "...I once had a person I loved the most, and I wanted to dedicate everything to him. Return, unfortunately later..."

He suddenly closed his eyes, and the hand that was caressing He Liansheng's side face fell down weakly.

"It feels painful, doesn't it? Feel abandoned, doesn't it? It's like the world is so big, there is no one way home, no one is the destination, right? I know that feeling - life is better than death, day and night... ...I understand the pain, He Liansheng, I understand you."

Leng Xi didn't know why he would say these words, maybe when he saw this young man in front of him who was always cynical in front of him, at this moment, in front of his eyes, he was tearing apart and tearing apart the deepest part of his heart. When he said the wound, his heart that had sworn to be vicious weakened for no reason.

No one wants to be born with sin and misery, no one yearns for a complete family and the love of his parents, and no one wants to be trapped in despair and lack of light all his life.

But good fortune tricks people, but heaven fails to fulfill people's wishes!

Or, it was too tiring for him to live a new life and walk here alone.

"..." Leng Xi smiled sadly, stopped looking at He Liansheng standing in front of her, turned around and left wearily.

But he didn't take half a step, he only felt a strong wind blowing behind him, and before he could react, he was hugged into a cool embrace by a pair of hands that could not resist.

"You!" Leng Xi froze all over, raising his hands to struggle.

But in the next second, it was as if he was being poured on the head by piercing ice water, and he couldn't feel anything except the huge shock.

"I……"

It was the person who was hugging him, gently resting his head on his shoulder, his voice choked up as soon as he opened his mouth.

One drop, two drops, three drops... Cool tears ran across his face, immediately wet Leng Xi's thin pajamas, and seeped into his cold shoulders.

The tears were clear and cold, but they were like hot iron, which made me feel dizzy and painful for a while.

This desolate sadness is like vines, entwining his heart, making his dead heart also desolate.

He Liansheng... actually cried.

Leng Xi no longer resisted, he just obediently let the person behind him hug him, indulgently let the endless tears of the other party completely wet his shoulders.

Shaking his head lightly, he sighed heavily in his heart.

He Liansheng actually didn't know why, the last thing he knew how to do was to cry, because the cruel truth told himself that crying was the most useless waste.

He obviously wouldn't cry. He never cried when he was treated as a pawn by his biological father and left behind Daxu to live a hard life; he never cried when he was misunderstood and rejected by Leng Xi again and again; Suo Jiashen, when he was locked up in the palace, he never shed a single tear.

He obviously couldn't understand what Leng Xi said to him just now, but at this moment, at this moment when he was embracing the person in his arms, the tears that had never been shed in those 16 years were like a flood that burst a bank, suddenly pour down.

He just hugged the emaciated person in his arms more and more, like a drowning person grabbing driftwood to death, like a man with a dying lamp dying desperately, so hard and so focused crying...

The night is deep, the moon is shining brightly, and the dim lights are reflected on the pale face, the most sleepless.

……

When Murong Jing arrived at the Emerald Palace, the surroundings were completely silent.

Zhang Kang wanted to report with winks, but was stopped by Murong Jing with a wave of his hand, signaling him to wait outside, and walked into Leng Xi's bedroom alone without a sound.

When Murong Jing came in, Leng Xi had already fallen asleep, and in the gorgeous hall, only Yan Ran, who was watching the night outside, lit a lamp.

Yanran was half asleep and half awake, suddenly seeing the emperor in Minghuang's royal attire, she almost thought she was hallucinating, but Murong Jing waved her hand to signal her to be quiet, and walked into the inner hall alone.

When the person on the bed fell asleep peacefully, it was as quiet and beautiful as a painting. Murong Jing stood silently at the head of Leng Xi's bed, and looked deeply at his queen-to-be for a long while.

In the shadow that no one could see, a weird smile slowly bloomed from the corners of his thin lips.

"If you..." Murong Jing suddenly bent down, approaching the peaceful sleeping face of the person on the bed inch by inch, until he was close at hand, "——it would be great if you could always be so quiet and obedient, my queen."

"I actually don't care about your origin." Murong Jing stared at the jade-white face like Guerlain, raised his hand to gently caress the other's delicate skin, and said slowly, "I don't care about the Leng family behind you, let alone I care about... the little tricks you used to play hard to catch and make me favor you. Do you know why I made you queen?"

Having said this, Murong Jing straightened up, turned his gaze, and stared at a certain point in the void, slowly as if talking to himself.

"Because I'm tired, and I hate the feeling of being controlled by others. Maybe you don't understand what I'm talking about, and you can't hear it. It doesn't matter. I'm here with you now, just to say something, to say something... As the emperor, you can't say it." Words. Sometimes, when I see you, I think it’s ridiculous. A humble, lowly bastard, what are you still fighting for? But sometimes, I hope you can continue to fight against fate so persistently and stubbornly. I think To see how far you can go, to see you bruised and bruised and never back down. It's interesting—it's really interesting."

Murong Jing narrowed his eyes, as if he was laughing at something, "So my future queen, as long as you are obedient and willing to become my puppet, the rest, how you want to act, how you want to harm people, I will do whatever you want, As long as you can be quiet and obedient..."

The words behind him were slightly scattered in the wind, as if in the middle of the night in the mountains, the wind passed through the bamboo forest, no one could hear the rustling of bamboo leaves, and the tranquility returned after a while.

At seven o'clock in Haishi, the emperor who was silent in front of the bed finally closed his eagle eyes, turned and left without a sound.

At night, the ink was blackened like rice paper.

A pair of slender hands with well-defined knuckles, in the pitch-black space, carefully helped the sleeping person on the bed, tucking the brocade quilt that had slipped down.

After doing this set of movements, he is skillful and smooth, without losing his gentleness, he doesn't look like the arrogant and unruly He Liansheng.

Leng Xi couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The person in front of the bed pulled his hand quickly, as if being scalded by hot water, he took a big step back in shock.

At a loss.

Leng Xi stood up, frowned funnyly and angrily looked at the young man opposite, whose eyes were flickering, suddenly burst out laughing.

He Liansheng was a little dumbfounded.

"Tomorrow you..."

"Tomorrow I..."

Leng Xi raised his eyebrows, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for the other party to speak first.

He Liansheng didn't expect that this person would let him come first after beating him to death, he hesitated for a long time and didn't know where to start.

His appearance like this is actually very funny, and in the eyes of Leng Xi who has lived two lifetimes, it is so sad.

Leng Xi silently looked at the slightly flushed eyes of the other party, and was about to speak for him, when he saw the other person turned around stiffly, walked out with the same hands and feet, stumbling on the road

"That... I'm leaving first, you have a good rest, tomorrow I will..."

"He Liansheng." Leng Xi sighed and interrupted him

"what?"

"You don't need to worry about me tomorrow, I have my own way to get out, and there is..."

Leng Xi's lips curled up slightly, as if thinking of something pleasant, the corner of his mouth smiled and said: "Murong Jing is a lunatic, I didn't hear anything he said just now - you don't have to take it to heart, because my heart, never It's not on him."

"..." He Liansheng was completely stunned.

But in the next second, in the darkness that Leng Xi couldn't see, the face of this young man who had always been joking around the world suddenly turned red for no reason.

But that blush was fleeting, and before He Liansheng himself noticed it, he quickly omitted it.

[It's like this, I'm very unhappy today. I permed the hairstyle of a student girl from the last century, and helped me up. I'm going to fight with the hair stylist, so the title of the article is actually my heart. Feel it, ╭( ╯^╰）╮】

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