Your Majesty, after he played stupid and overturned the car

At night, the Son of Heaven sat alone in front of the desk, wiping Zhanyue carefully with a handkerchief. He had slept soundly for the past few days, but the person who was supposed to come tonight never came.Bai Tan was waiting on the side, seeing that it was getting late, he tentatively reminded: "Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

Ming Wanzhao paused, lowered his eyes and asked, "Which military mansion is on duty at night for the inspection in the palace today?"

"Return to Your Majesty." Bai Tan thought for a moment, and said, "It should be the Imperial Guard Zuofu, You Jinyou Duwei."

Ming Wanzhao nodded and hummed.

Bai Tan cautiously said: "Miss Lu enters the capital today, I don't think Lord Lu will enter the palace anymore."

Ming Wanzhao put Zhanyue back into the sheath, and said calmly: "It's very good, why mention him?"

Bai Tan suppressed a smile, lowered her eyes in fear and said: "Your Majesty forgives me for being talkative."

Ming Wanzhao has always been thoughtful, but now he has a little more youthful air, frowned in frustration, threw Zhanyue on the table casually and got up, "Rest."

Bai Tan quickly waited for His Majesty to go to bed, and before he left the house, he heard the little emperor's voice, "Zhanyue."

Bai Tan understood, and immediately offered Zhanyue both hands.

Ming Wanzhao stretched out his hand and brought Zhanyue back to the tent, saying: "Go out."

After the dormitory fell into complete silence, Ming Wanzhao put his arms around Zhanyue, and pressed his cheek against the cool scabbard, his bright eyes seemed dim in the darkness.

light.

He is no different from the pearl bird trapped in the cage. In this golden brick and jade tile cage, when Lu Yunchuan gets up to look, he greets him, but if Lu Yunchuan doesn't come, he can only wait in the cage.

Ming Wanzhao closed his eyes and smiled wryly in his heart.

He brought it upon himself.

The thieves who stole the country have not been eliminated, and the foreign enemies are watching.The country that countless people have put their all and even their lives to protect is in danger at this moment, and he still has the heart to give birth to these unnecessary hopes.

The young emperor held his dagger in his arms and thought, stop reading.

Don't ask too much, don't ask for it.

It was another night of tossing and turning, Ming Wanzhao hardly dared to close his eyes, as if he had returned to the days when his father had just passed away, when he was completely isolated in the palace and had nowhere to ask for help. , he fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, it was pouring rain.

Ming Wanzhao stood like a spectator in the pouring rain, and walked step by step to the empty hall. His father sat on the dragon chair, his face was mostly covered by the crown, and his expression was gloomy.

For so many years, Ming Rongzhou often appeared in such a dream of heavy rain. Ming Wanzhao clearly remembered the reality, but he still walked forward slowly, calling softly, "Royal Father."

Ming Rongzhou was always gentle, beckoning, "Zhaoer, come."

Ming Wanzhao walked in front of him, feeling a little tired all of a sudden, he closed his eyes and whispered: "Father, Zhao'er is so tired, the mountains and rivers in Daliang are too heavy."

This is something he dare not say in front of anyone.

Ming Rongzhou lightly stroked Ming Wanzhao's cheek, looking at this grown-up son, with the same gentleness in his phoenix eyes, he said softly: "The weight of the country is so heavy that my son can't bear it, Zhao'er, don't forget the bones under the mountains and rivers."

Ming Wanzhao seems to be able to see the numerous skeletons floating under the swaying mountains and rivers, as well as those people walking in the dark, the bloodstains of satisfaction, driving on a road full of bones.

For a long time, Ming Rongzhou did not speak.

Ming Wanzhao looked up, only to see Ming Rongri with his eyes closed, his lips were stained with purple-black blood, just like the night of his death, the rain outside the temple was very heavy, making a muffled crackling sound as it slapped against the window.

"Father..." Ming Wanzhao choked out a sob, and fell on his knees, the hall was dead silent, only the sound of rain was rushing.

One after another, it seemed to be a mixture of the mournful cries of countless people, everything in front of Ming Wanzhao's eyes began to blur, and the sense of weightlessness made him hold his breath, as if falling into an endless abyss.

The nightmare dissipated in an instant, and the emperor opened his eyes in cold sweat. His phoenix eyes were full of panic, and he was a little absent-minded. He was still immersed in the dream of the heavy rain and did not wake up.

Until a lazily hoarse voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Only then did Ming Wanzhao wake up a bit, smelling the smell of wine, frowned and looked around, meeting a pair of brown eyes like eagle feathers.

Lu Yunchuan smelled of alcohol all over, he was lying on the outside, Ming Wanzhao looked out, the sky was already bright.

Ming Wanzhao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he turned his face away, not looking at Lu Yunchuan, and said presumptuously as if he lacked strength.

The tone was a bit soft, it sounded like coquetry, Lu Yunchuan was very tired at first, but he was a little dry to be reprimanded by the presumptuousness.

He raised his hand and took the little emperor who was hiding inside back into his arms, leaning on his neck and sniffing hard.

Ming Wanzhao was caught off guard and laughed angrily, "Are you a dog?"

"Dog?" Lu Yunchuan laughed hoarsely, pressed his lips against the side of the little emperor's neck, and said slowly, "Your Majesty, have you ever seen a dog?"

Ming Wanzhao was just about to say that there was one in front of him, when a dull pain suddenly came from the side of his neck, he took a breath, gritted his teeth and uttered three words: "I have seen it."

Lu Yunchuan let out a muffled laugh, loosened his strength a bit, and instead softly sucked kisses to appease, the clear tooth marks were stained with faint scars of desire.

Like a beast, he wants to leave a scent on his own territory, and no one is allowed to go beyond it.

Ming Wanzhao felt out of control for the first time in his tough and clear intimacy. He once wanted to tame this man, but then he found that Lu Yunchuan was not the fierce horse he imagined, but a ferocious beast.The Son of Heaven was keenly aware that something was wrong, so he gave up taming. He was willing to let the beast go, but at this moment he became the one being targeted instead.

It was an excitement that could make one's soul tremble together. Ming Wanzhao was stared at by a pair of eagle eyes with ambiguous eyes that were bound to win. He wanted to avoid it, but was firmly clamped in his arms, and he couldn't even turn over. .

The keen perception of danger made Ming Wanzhao subconsciously want to escape. As soon as he turned his head, the arms around his waist tightened suddenly, and the man's kiss fell on his ear, and his voice was hoarse: "Ah Zhao, where do you want to go?" escape?"

Ming Wanzhao froze instantly, redness welled up in his ears, he didn't need to look, he knew how embarrassed he was now.

He was actually hardened by Lu Yunchuan's low whisper.

Breathing suddenly became disordered, and the strategizing emperor was so ashamed that he finally remembered to struggle.

"open!"

Lu Yunchuan turned a deaf ear to it, thinking that it was not enough to imprison people tightly. With a stride of his long legs, he pushed down Ming Wanzhao's struggling legs, and tied his arms to his waist, but in the blink of an eye, he easily put people Shackled in arms.

"Where are you going?" Lu Yunchuan knew his desire, and he was even more unwilling to let go, "Your Majesty wanted to seduce me, but in a blink of an eye, he backed away three feet. Do you really think that the minister will come and go as soon as he is called?"

It was the first time that Ming Wanzhao faced the disparity between him and Lu Yunchuan, struggling to escape was like a mayfly shaking a tree, he had no choice but to stay still, lest he would fall into the embarrassing appearance of wanting to refuse.