Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

In such a picture.

But after the painting was finished, Mo Jingchun felt strange.

This shouldn't be a picture that has ever appeared, but more like what the spirit told him about what might have happened before.

What the mad tyrant had done.

"Why did Master think of painting such a painting?"

Gong Yeqi said calmly, he didn't look angry.

It's just that whether Emperor Zhengshi is angry or not can't be judged from the face, but should be felt carefully.

Mo Jingchun said in embarrassment: "It was only when I sat down suddenly that I drew it."

Speaking of this, Mo Jingchun couldn't help but feel apologetic.

After all, no matter how you say it, this painting feels like accusing Gong Yeqi of his actions, but the sad thing is, Mo Jingchun really doesn't think so.

Gong Yeqi passed Mo Jingchun, picked up the undone painting, carefully looked at himself in the painting, and suddenly pointed to another group that hadn't yet formed and said, "Why isn't this painting complete? "

Mo Jingchun looked at it, shook his head and said, "I can't think of who it would be."

In that painting, the most obvious place is Gongyeqi and another person, it seems that the emperor is about to kill another person.

But the gesture of reaching out seemed to hold that person in his arms, such a weird posture and strange atmosphere, no matter what Mo Jingchun thought, he was not sure where, at that time, the person to be drawn Who exactly?

He couldn't think of it, so naturally he didn't draw it.

Gong Yeqi suddenly laughed.

He picked a bit in the paintbrush, then adjusted a color, and refilled a figure on it with just a few strokes.

Mo Jingchun only looked at the color painted on it, but it was deep red.

But with the official robe and appearance, as well as the faint smile on His Majesty's mouth, Mo Jingchun had to admit that the person His Majesty described...could it be him?

The appearance Gongyeqi drew was that of an official in a red robe.

It is a civil servant.

But it was an assassination with a negative sword.

"...Your Majesty thinks it's me?"

Gongyeqi coughed sullenly, and said with a light smile, "If it wasn't you, who would it be?"

Mo Jingchun raised his eyebrows, and looked again at the thing he suddenly drew. Whether it was Emperor Zhengshi or Mo Jingchun, it was not what he could imagine.

How could he go back and assassinate His Majesty, and why did Your Majesty kill him?

Mo Jingchun was stunned, how could he guarantee that His Majesty would not kill him?

Didn't he think for a moment just now that... His Majesty can't touch him?

This weird feeling made Mo Jingchun couldn't help but change the subject.

"Is Your Majesty feeling better?"

Mo Jingchun took the initiative to reach out to touch it, and the temperature on his forehead finally dropped, but it was still far hotter than usual.

Gongyeqi said flatly, "Of course it's much better."

He looked back at the paintings that appeared on the table. If he couldn't wake up in time, how could he see these things?According to the master's habit, if such a thing is drawn, it may be soaked in the brush again before it can be dried.

Mo Jingchun pushed Gong Yeqi to sit down again, and then invited the old doctor over.

While waiting for the old doctor's examination, Gong Yeqi watched Mo Jingchun return to the table, and couldn't help but said: "Master, can you give that scroll as a gift to the widow?"

Mo Jingchun was slightly taken aback.

Gongyeqi really understood him, Mo Jingchun originally planned to destroy this thing.

Mo Jingchun said hesitantly: "This looks a little ominous."

Although Mo Jingchun couldn't figure out what he was thinking at that moment, when he looked at the appearance he had drawn with his own hands, and the villain added by Gong Yeqi, at that moment, there was a kind of nameless sorrow and joy. Desperation, as if there was such a painful and inexplicable emotion pressing on his heart, making him restless for a long time.

If one day, Mo Jingchun really did something, it would be a desperate move.

Gongye Qi smiled lightly and said, "Unlucky? The existence of widows is unlucky.

"It's true if you admit it, and it's the same if you don't recognize it. What's there to be afraid of?"

Even if the whole world thinks he is a lunatic and tyrant, so what?

He was born that way.

Gongyeqi is wanton and insolent, this is the fact that has never changed.

Mo Jingchun sighed, looked at the painting that was still wet, and did not touch it after all.

On the other side of His Majesty, after the old doctor's diagnosis, he had to be told not to enter the water recently, and the rest is fine, as long as he takes the medicine on time.

Mo Jingchun sat down.

When he was walking, no matter how slight his movements were, there was still no way to stop the sound. Those chains rattled when Mo Jingchun was walking, and the dragging force made it even more difficult for Mo Jingchun to walk.

Iron things should have worn Mo Jingchun's ankles, but I don't know what Gong Yeqi said when he forged it. The inside of the iron ring is extremely soft, so that the cold and heavy iron Huan turned into a leather tiger. Although Mo Jingchun was still firmly restrained, there was less pain and suffering.

However, Mo Jingchun wasn't totally indifferent to this, it was somewhat humiliating for these things to appear on a scholar.

He was just able to suppress it by force.

What happened to Shidi's situation last night, I'm afraid he didn't care about it, otherwise what else could he do?After all, His Majesty is a patient, and to toss with a patient is always his own bad luck.

If it wasn't for Mo Jingchun's tenacious temper these years, he might not have survived.

But it would be a lie to say that there was no anger.

According to the old doctor, Emperor Zhengshi's body was still suffering from a low-grade fever, and he needed to sleep for a while longer.Mo Jingchun wanted to persuade him to rest, but the emperor kept looking at the portrait, as if something interesting was painted on it, and refused to move his eyes away for a long time.

Mo Jingchun was helpless, "Your Majesty, what's so good about this?"

Gongye raised his eyebrows, waved the portrait in his hand, and said with a faint smile: "Master, were you angry enough to kill me last night?"

Mo Jingchun's face was slightly cold, "No."

He sat down, but stretched out his feet, exposing his ankles bound by iron rings, "But when he woke up in the morning, there was." Especially when he was changing clothes, he wanted to beat His Majesty's head off.

Gong Yeqi looked at the restraints on Mo Jingchun's ankles, and there was a greedy and weird evil in his eyes.

Mo Jingchun retracted his ankles and covered them under the hem of his clothes, but His Majesty's gaze followed him like a shadow, as if he wanted to penetrate Mo Jingchun's skin.

There was an indescribable gleam in the dark eyes, which penetrated very deeply.

Mo Jingchun frowned slightly, "Your Majesty!"

It was hard for Gongyeqi to restrain the weird joy that was revealed, and that distorted feeling to some extent appeases the madness of the emperor, making that madness dormant and dormant, no longer ready to move.

Gong Yeqi: "Master, don't be angry, but this is a picture that I have imagined for a long time. Now it is not enough to be satisfied with one or two things?" He said pitifully.

Mo Jingchun was in a hurry, "How decent is this!"

This kind of restraint, as if Mo Jingchun belonged to His Majesty, this kind of coercive control was so strong that Mo Jingchun couldn't get away.

This may be the reason for the emperor's satisfaction.

He stroked the cold iron chain.

No matter how far Mo Jingchun went, half of him landed on the emperor's side, and he could drag people back with just a swipe of his fingers.Such a wonderful existence, why didn't he implement it earlier?

Emperor Zhengshi thought.

Because he doesn't want to.

The emperor looked at Mo Jingchun, because Mo Jingchun was unwilling.

He pulled the iron chain, and Mo Jingchun's feet moved involuntarily.

Gongyeqi laughed heartily, but Mo Jingchun's face was half black. If it wasn't for His Majesty leaning on the bed now, with those blushes on his handsome face, he would definitely grab him to fight in the martial arts arena now.

Although Emperor Zhengshi couldn't figure out what Mo Jingchun was thinking, but looking at his rare and fierce eyes, he guessed well, and said with a smile: "If Master wants to go to the martial arts arena now, I can accompany you."

Mo Jingchun said quietly: "Forget it, don't wait for your Majesty to faint on the martial arts arena, that minister can hardly absolve himself of the blame."

Gong Yeqi: "Master, don't you want to untie this ring?"

"Of course I want to." Mo Jingchun said calmly.

He put aside the few pages of the book he hadn't read at all, and looked at Gong Yeqi, "Your Majesty, you should take good care of your illness now, and we'll talk about anything after you recover."

Gong Yeqi felt that something was wrong.

However, this was just Mo Jingchun having to give in temporarily after learning from the pain.

If this can appease His Majesty's madness, then for the time being, that's all.

Although Emperor Zhengshi's thoughts were crazy, sometimes he was not difficult to be satisfied.

For example, in this confinement, although Mo Jingchun can't go out of the house, anyone can get anything he wants, and he has no need to go out of the house for the time being.As for Your Majesty... when he wakes up tomorrow, or when he is about to leave the East Mansion, he must take off Mo Jingchun's anklet.

As many as three days, as little as one day.

Mo Jingchun endured the feeling of shame, just pretending that the iron chain didn't exist.

When he looked down at the book, Gongyeqi was looking up at him.

When Mo Jingchun really read it, Gong Yeqi yanked the iron chain and pulled out his ankle unexpectedly. After several times, Mo Jingchun reluctantly put the book down, "Your Majesty, you think it's very interesting. ?”

Gong Yeqi: "It's always fun to stay with Master."

Mo Jingchun shook the iron chain on his feet, finally stood up and walked towards the bed.He took a book and sat down on the bed, "Your Majesty, don't make trouble anymore and have a good rest."

He pushed down Gongye Qi who was about to sit up again, then took off his shoes, and covered his knees with the quilt.Then he touched the emperor's palm and found that it was still very hot.After changing the veil on His Majesty's forehead, he took another veil and wrung it dry, then stuffed it into Gong Yeqi's palm, "Go to sleep."

Mo Jingchun made Gongye Qishun feel comfortable, even if he wanted to scratch him somewhere, but his wife was subdued, and even his manic emotions were dormant, as if he had become much quieter in an instant.

Gong Yeqi felt even more strange, as if his whole body was itchy, but everything was so natural by Mo Jingchun, he couldn't remember it at all, the manic madness was less, and he was very sleepy.

Not long after, he rested his forehead on Mo Jingchun's waist and fell asleep.

Mo Jingchun's knees were hugged by His Majesty, and he couldn't move easily, but after feeling that Gong Yeqi had fallen into a deep sleep, he was relieved.

"Is the picture I drew related to what you said before... the killing of the tyrant?"

For Mo Jingchun, that time seemed as if it happened in a previous life.

【Yes】

"But what does this have to do with me?" Mo Jingchun muttered to himself.

Or is it because His Majesty has a good relationship with him that he feels a strange and special feeling when he sees the picture he smeared?

When Mo Jingchun saw Gongye Qi writing, he was really at a loss.

If it were him...

Can Mo Jingchun do such a thing?

Mo Jingchun's fingers subconsciously stroked the pages of the book, and fell into deep thought.

[The choice of the system is not for nothing]

Mo Jingchun was slightly startled, he was leaning on the head of the bed with the warm man on his knees, but his thoughts were drifting extremely far away.

After a long time, I also fell asleep sitting up.

Maybe he was extremely tired, maybe he thought about too many complicated things before going to bed, Mo Jingchun had a dream.

He dreamed that the ground was full of blood.

The breath of despair and pain spread almost throughout the dream, and as far as the eye could see, everyone who could see had bitter faces.The officials standing on the hall were extremely indignant, and they didn't know what they were cursing.

Liu Hao stood beside the throne, but there was a huge scar on his face, his face was extremely ugly, he was muttering something, as if the sound didn't come through through a layer.

The whole dream was like a silent farce.

There are only two people who are the most distinctive.

A man in a black robe and crown was half kneeling on the ground, holding a dead official in his arms.The blood-stained hand was clenched tightly on the emperor's collar, like a stiff dead soul, which he couldn't get rid of.

The emperor with his head bowed slowly raised his head, his scarlet and cold eyes were extremely terrifying.

His movements made the farce in the dream come to a sudden stop, and everyone looked at him subconsciously.

The bloody tyrant stood up holding the official, his face gradually turned pale, as if he was suffering from a splitting headache, his expression was slightly distorted, but suddenly he strode out with the corpse in his arms.

His movements were sudden and unexpected.

In this whole still picture, there are flowing colors.

Black and red suddenly appeared outside the hall.

At this time, it was really a sunny day, and the strong sunlight covered the main hall in front of the Changle Palace, but in front of the seemingly ordinary hall, there was a chilling and lonely atmosphere for some reason, as if every inch of the place was The floor, every brick and tile, has been sprinkled with countless blood.

The tyrant stood in the sun, as if he hadn't absorbed the warmth for a long time.

He closed his eyes, the dazzling sun pierced through the bloody and terrifying afterimage, and fell into his field of vision for the first time in several years.

Looking directly at the harsh sunlight made the man's eyes hurt, and silent tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, but wet the red blood that had splashed on his face.

Blood and tears mixed together, forming strange lines on the tyrant's face.

It was as if the man had never been so lucid.

Mo Jingchun thought so.

It was as if his heart began to ache at this time, and the silent and severe pain almost tore apart Mo Jingchun's heart, but there was also a strange and treacherous joy in his heart.

A sense of ease and joy never before filled my heart.

Mo Jingchun subconsciously covered his heart, the more it hurts, the happier he feels.

Mo Jingchun couldn't help laughing.

He was laughing almost like crazy.

As if assimilated by this dream, Mo Jingchun also felt the joy of seeing through the sky after the endless sorrow.

...

When Gongyeqi woke up, the room was slightly dark.

It's not evening yet, but the sky is full of sunset clouds.

You can feel the twilight outside without looking up, covering the still hidden places in the house with gloom.Since the establishment of this East Mansion, there have been very few people living there, except for Mo Jingchun who came over, and Gongye who came here more often.

A house without people will feel a little gloomy.

He realized that he was hugging Mo Jingchun's knee, so he subconsciously rubbed it twice, just touched it, but it felt a bit wrong, so Gongyeqi raised his eyebrows and reached out his hand to touch it.

One smooth piece.

Only then did Gong Yeqi remember that with the iron chain, even if Mo Jingchun wanted to change clothes, it would be very troublesome.

I can't blame the angry look on the Master's face in the afternoon.

... But once he thought that during the day, the serious and restrained Mo Jingchun was wearing a jacket and jacket, but his lower body was hollow inside, the interest and distortion in Gongye's eyes became more and more obvious.

He threw the dry and hot towel under the bed, and the fingers stuck in it became more and more flexible.

Although Mo Jingchun leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep, he was not unconscious. When Gongye started to move, he vibrated a few times, and his voice became a little weird.

It's just that when it was slightly raised, Mo Jingchun groaned several times in a row, but it was crying.

Gong Yeqi was stunned, he stopped his movements and raised his head to look, under the dark sky, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could see that his master was weeping silently.

The emperor suddenly regained his composure, sat up and brought Mo Jingchun closer, frowning to check his master's condition.

I saw that he was indeed asleep, but he didn't know whether it was a nightmare or what, and he was crying silently all the time.

Those clear tears always aroused the emperor's passion even more when he was on the bed, but at this moment, Gong Yeqi was a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Mo Jingchun doesn't cry.

Except for the incident in the bed, no matter how painful his entanglement with Emperor Zhengshi was, Gong Yeqi had never seen him shed tears.

Most likely it was the man who did not flick his tears lightly, or Mo Jingchun's persistence and arrogance in his heart, no matter what methods Zhengshi Emperor used to be regarded as torture, he had never seen him like this.

Emperor Zhengshi was in a weird mood, and was angry and angry. He gave this appearance that he didn't show normally, but gave the existence of something unknown in the dream, and at the same time, he couldn't help wiping Mo Jingchun's tears.

The emperor knew what method to use to wrench off a person's head immediately, but he didn't know how to appease Mo Jingchun who was sobbing. He just wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands stiffly, wiping away those sour tears one by one.

"Master, Ziqing?"

Gong Yeqi whispered Mo Jingchun's name.

When Mo Jingchun woke up, he felt hot all over his body, but another strange feeling lingered in his heart, extremely relaxed.He saw Gong Yeqi through misty tears, his face was filled with dismay and inexplicable pity, his fingertips roughly brushed the corners of Mo Jingchun's eyes, and it hurt a little.

When he came back to his senses, he was about to speak, but found that his voice was very nasal.

"Ok?"

Mo Jingchun made a suspicious sound and touched his nose.

He is crying.

Seeing that he finally woke up, Gong Yeqi's eyes flashed with relief, but he said in a low voice: "What did you dream about that made you cry like this?"

Mo Jingchun was a little dazed, but he didn't come back to his senses for a moment, and after thinking about it, he slowly said: "It's nothing, it seems to be a dream... something in the painting."

The emperor frowned slightly.

Mo Jingchun didn't notice, but wiped his eyes in embarrassment, recalling the scene in his dream.

"...Maybe it's because I drew that kind of picture, I don't know why I dreamed of the same scene in my dream," he said with a smile, "It's all because His Majesty painted that person as me."

"It should be you."

Emperor Zhengshi said in a low voice.

Mo Jingchun was slightly startled, and saw the emperor's deep eyes staring straight at him, "It was you in the first place."

His fingers pressed Mo Jingchun's chest, just under the palm, there was the mark that Gong Yeqi had just bitten out yesterday, overlapping with the beating of his heart.

"If one day, the widow is so mad, you will be the only one who wakes the widow, and only you will think that the widow can still be saved." The emperor said slowly, "Mo Jingchun, you have been asking why the widow is you. But why can't it be you?"

Besides Mo Jingchun, who else could attract Gongye Qiyou's extreme joy and make him unable to look away even today?

Such entanglement is unnecessary in the eyes of the emperor.

Mo Jingchun had just gone through such a dream, and now he is tired of facing the emperor's fierce pursuit.But what the old doctor said today flashed through his mind, and Mo Jingchun, who was used to wanting to retreat, stopped, and finally endured the mentality of avoiding, and said softly: "Your Majesty, this is the first time for me to talk about love. I understand that you can get rid of the secular world, and the minister avoids it, but it is because your majesty is too tough. There is always a difference in getting along with people, and the weight of a minister is still too shallow for you."

It is human nature to get Long and look forward to Shu.

At first, what His Majesty wanted was Mo Jingchun, but now what he wants is his body and mind.

When the body and mind of the two belong to each other, what will Gong Yeqi be greedy for?

This was not because Mo Jingchun was aimless, but because he had seen through the emperor's nature.

He is.

Unreasonable demands.

Mo Jingchun's words made Gongye laugh loudly, although the smile was full of hoarseness, it had a strange charm.Emperor Zhengshi said slowly: "Master, you have made a mistake. Whether you like it or not, I will not let you go. I want life, and I want death."

His fingertips still had Mo Jingchun's tears just now, the emperor took a mouthful, and the bitter taste swayed from his lips.

"How can only one person be happy?"

Emperor Zhengshi was like a hot and seductive beast, leaning on Mo Jingchun's shoulder and said quietly, "Since Master has been brought to this sinking purgatory by me, I have reached 99 steps in a hundred steps, how about taking another step? ?”

Mo Jingchun's breathing was slightly suffocated, he always knew that Gong Yeqi was attractive.

If it wasn't for his tough attitude, there would be many girls willing to enter the palace as concubines just for Gongye's sake.The handsome and extraordinarily handsome man is also the lord of the world, his wanton and insolent posture makes people unable to take their eyes off, let alone move.It's just that he never cared about this appearance until he knew that this face was actually useful to Mo Jingchun.

Maybe it's time to pass, maybe it's time, sometimes, Mo Jingchun will never look directly at Gong Yeqi's face, especially when His Majesty is flaunting it, the beast is unscrupulous, but it is evil and beautiful Fangwu makes people feel that the first sight is sinking, and the second glance is a sin.

The emperor only used this seductive beauty on Mo Jingchun, and the effect was naturally excellent.

Mo Jingchun also knew his weakness.

When he realized that he actually thought His Majesty was beautiful and cute, and that he was cute and stupid, Mo Jingchun knew it was over.

He has never had a relationship before, so he will not have thoughts, but if he thinks about it, he will have all kinds of thoughts that follow.

Mo Jingchun has been struggling to suppress until now, but the barrier of resistance is already riddled with holes.

dying.

He was silent for a long time, "A person who travels a hundred miles is only a half-ninety, what if the success falls short?"

Gong Yeqi said confidently and flamboyantly: "So what if it collapses? If a widow can spend five years, he can spend another ten, twenty years!" When he was triumphant, it seemed that he was so young.

The emperor was too young to believe that the world was in his hands.

So Mo Jingchun also felt the tingling pain in his ankle under such enthusiasm.

But that tingling pain brought another kind of treacherous joy.

Low and thin, bewitching him.

a long time.

"……it is good."

Mo Jingchun couldn't hear what he said clearly, but the next moment, he was already leaning on Emperor Zhengshi's chest.The emperor's embrace was so tight that it almost crushed Mo Jingchun's shoulders, making him hardly care about breathing, only feeling the tingling and ecstasy spreading across his skin.

Emperor Zhengshi's exuberant joy made Mo Jingchun hesitate for a long time, and for the first time he reached out and hugged the emperor's shoulder.

That complicated and treacherous emotion, I couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness for a while,

Mo Jingchun closed his eyes, he didn't know whether he was right or wrong, but at this moment, the feeling of lightness that he had been dreading all along suddenly disappeared.

What he didn't know was that there was a wave of madness in the eyes of the emperor who was hugging Mo Jingchun tightly at this moment.

The twisted and flamboyant darkness was as wet as a sticky night, and the smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger, but it was getting crazier.

Outside the window, the twilight finally fell heavily, and everything was shrouded in darkness.

Only the two remaining hugging each other also melted into the darkness.

Great good.

The beast, which is full of beauty, thought lowly, half a hundred miles away.

Even if Mo Jingchun agreed, it was still not enough.

No matter how much the master likes, no matter how much he misses, no matter how much he is emotional, he will not put Gongye above the Mo family, and because of the importance of the master, he will not do anything to the Mo family.

Today, only a little bit.

For this reason, if he had to give up his flesh and blood, it would be fine.

Gongyeqi is extremely greedy, he wants his master to belong to him completely and thoroughly.

Never have the thought of leaving again.