Qu clear as promised

There is no feeling that can only be paid by one person, and one person is always hurt.

Love is deep and lifeless, and Liang Hui's paranoia really makes him feel scared.

Liang Hui has gone too far on this road, Zhu Zhiyi should not indulge him anymore.

"You promised me that day by the soup pool," he whispered, "you clearly promised."

How did they get this far?The scar on Liang Hui's heart will never disappear, and the fear of losing Liang Hui will always lie in Zhu Zhiyi's heart. It is deeply rooted. After repeated reminders, he looked at Liang Hui helplessly and incomprehensibly: "It's hard to be honest, and trust is hard." Difficult, how many times can we stand this between us?"

Liang Hui's hand holding him stiffened.

The boundless guilt is about to overwhelm Zhu Zhiyi: "I, I can't forgive myself. Without me, you will be much better off." At least it won't be like this.

Liang Hui paused and lowered his eyes, "Qinggui, this time I broke my promise."

"But you can't deny what you mean to me like that."

There is a resolute, firm and paranoid love in him, like a calm abyss, and like an unshakable rock, which cannot be transferred by human will, but it is also fragile and dark, which makes Zhu Zhiyi startled and heartbroken. He couldn't help but want to reach out to hug Liang Hui, comfort him, kiss him, he can do whatever he wants, but Zhu Zhiyi held back.

"If I'm really that important, then why can't you listen to what I want, I just want you to be well, just be well," Zhu Zhiyi nestled weakly in his arms, closing her eyes , "You have never tasted the feeling of being deceived, have you? Liang Junting, although I have never said it, I already regard you as the closest and most caring person in this world."

Concealment and guessing, no matter what the original intention is, this way of getting along that has been passed down from the beginning of acquaintance has always been between them, making it impossible for them to get closer and closer. Even if they like it, it seems that they can only stop here.Obviously love each other very much, but someone always gets hurt.

As monarchs and ministers, they are the most jealous, what should they do, Zhu Zhiyi doesn't know, but many things don't just need to be tempted and loved.

Zhu Zhiyi felt a deep pain in his heart, deeper than the physical and physical pain, and it penetrated deeply, because he didn't know how to make Liang Hui understand this truth, and also understand his panic and fear of losing the other party. despair.

"I'm not blaming you, Liang Junting, I'm just—" Zhu Zhiyi has passed the most angry moment, and now she is only helpless and powerless.

Liang Hui was so paranoid and so determined to go his own way, and repeated it again and again, there was nothing he could do.

"I see," Liang Hui patted his back lightly to comfort him, "It's my fault, don't cry."

"Can you really understand?" Zhu Zhiyi felt that she understood Liang Hui somewhat, "Liang Junting, do you still insist on your decision until now?"

Liang Hui has lied a lot, but he can't lie to Zhu Zhiyi again, and this is not a problem that can be fooled and perfunctory, so he thought for a while, raised his eyes, and said calmly and truthfully: "I don't know, but if you repeat Come on once, I should still do it, sorry."

Zhu Zhiyi opened her mouth, and was silent for a moment, with deeper worries in her eyes: "Then Liang Junting, do you really think we can go on like this?"

Liang Hui's hand stopped. This time, he looked at Zhu Zhiyi seriously for a long time.

Anxiety surged in his heart, as if he had a premonition and imagined the consequences long ago. He knew from the day he made this decision that maybe this time, he would ignite all the contrarian points that Zhu Zhiyi cares about most and cannot touch. .

Zhu Zhiyi looked at him calmly and stubbornly, unwilling to bypass this question, and repeated the question with worry and fear: "Liang Junting, do you really think we can go on like this?"

The air was solidified, and Liang Hui's eyes were restrained and silent. After a long time, he asked softly: "Qing Gui asks this, does it mean that he doesn't want to go down with me?"

Zhu Zhiyi's hands were shaking, tactfully, but she also admitted: "Once or twice, it is not a good thing for a minister to be by the emperor's side." He is like a huge weakness and weakness attached to Liang Junting, anyone can step on him foot, gouge him out.

The side knife hanging above his head was finally about to fall, and Liang Hui's mind went blank for a moment, but he wasn't too surprised, but more of a feeling that the dust had settled.

He knew Zhu Zhiyi well, if he hadn't made a decision in his heart, he wouldn't say such a thing, but he still had a little luck: "You have already decided, haven't you?"

Zhu Zhiyi was afraid that if he looked at it for a second, his heart would soften, so he looked away and said in a low voice, "Yes."

In just a short moment, Liang Hui thought a lot, but this was his own choice, even if it was the price of Zhu Zhiyi leaving him, he was willing to gamble and admit defeat.

Feeling extremely sad and quiet, Liang Hui even smiled calmly, knowing that he could not and had no reason or position to persuade him to stay, and he failed to keep the promise of honesty.

He promised at the beginning, when the remnant Gu is cleared, he can leave it at his own will, he has already lied too much, this time he can't break his promise again.

Liang Hui suppressed the phrase "Can you think about it again" that was already on his lips, and said restrainedly: "Okay."

Liang Hui looked down at the ground, feeling dazed, and said the words of instruction almost unconsciously: "Let Zhang Fuhai assign a few more people to Qiao Yi to help you pack things. I asked Shanggong Bureau to make a lot of winter clothes and I haven't had time to send them to you." , you can take it with you, and the general, you want to—”

"Liang Junting," Zhu Zhiyi sensed something was wrong, went to shake his hand, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Liang Hui's eyes were a little dazed, and he adjusted his expression, "I'm fine."

Zhu Zhiyi reminded softly: "Your handkerchief."

"Well," Liang Hui bent down to pick it up, and when he got up again, his complexion recovered a bit, and he stared at Zhu Zhiyi intently, with peaceful and quiet eyes.

The countdown bell has already rung since he said the request to leave, one more look is one less, after today, Zhu Zhiyi really doesn't belong to him anymore.

The checkpoints in the palace are cumbersome and there is a lot of luggage, so Qiao started to pack them.

But Zhu Zhiyi became a little worried about gains and losses. He had to personally apply medicine for Liang Hui's injury, and had to check it many times a day before he was relieved.

Liang Hui was not allowed to watch the memorial for too long, and Liang Hui was not allowed to serve him again, as if he had changed roles. He served Liang Huibu dinner, simmered soup and medicine, refilled tea and poured water, and took care of every detail.

Liang Hui was at a loss for a moment.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Zhiyi had that dream again. Xiao Lianghui jumped from the city wall. He woke up suddenly, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, he took a deep breath, propped up his upper body and looked at the people around him.

Fortunately, Liang Hui was still sleeping peacefully beside him, but he lost a lot of blood and his lips were still a little pale.

Zhu Zhiyi felt relieved, and just as she was about to go back to sleep, someone grabbed her arm tightly.

"doing what?"

The moonlight was very faint, and Liang Hui's eyelashes and eyes were extraordinarily dark, his complexion was pale like jade that hadn't seen light for a long time, and there was a bit of gloomy and evil in the darkness, like a silent ghost.

Zhu Zhiyi worried and asked: "Did I wake you up? Is there any discomfort?"

Liang Hui didn't speak. He has been silent a lot these days. He has been persuading himself to accept the fact that Zhu Zhiyi is leaving.

There was no response, and Zhu Zhiyi's voice was even more worried: "I'm not feeling well, just say it."

Since he couldn't see clearly in the dark, Liang Hui couldn't see Zhu Zhiyi's eyes were so pity and nostalgia.

"Zhu Qinggui," Liang Hui said in a soft and restrained voice, "since you have decided to leave, don't be so nice to me again." Otherwise, he didn't know what uncontrollable things he would do because of his greed for warmth.

Zhu Zhiyi paused, said sorry softly, lay back, and opened his eyes until dawn.

Liang Hui's injury has improved under the care of Zhu Zhiyi, but the whole person seems to be silent and stagnant.

On the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, the weather is not good. It has been snowing since midnight, and the snowstorm accumulated by the heavy black clouds has overturned the red tiles of the palace wall with a force of destruction. The thick snow is covered with dead branches broken by the evil wind. .

It's the day when Zhu Zhiyi leaves the palace.

Qiao Yi moved several large boxes to the carriage, and Yuping gave Zhu Zhiyi the crane cloak and hand stove.

Yuping was originally from the palace, but Liang Hui was afraid that Zhu Zhiyi would not find someone he was used to serving, so he asked her to accompany Zhu Zhiyi back to the Taifu's residence.

The wind was also very strong that day, and the branches covered with rime were blown to pieces. Occasionally, white-feathered crows flitted across the palace wall and hissed.

Zhu Zhiyi glanced back and got into the car. The wheels made heavy bruises on the thick snow.

Liang Hui said at the practice banquet last night: "I won't send the Qing regulations for this journey." He couldn't do it.

Zhu Zhiyi took a deep look at him and said, "Okay." Then he picked up the wine and toasted Liang Hui.

"The first cup, I respect the kindness of the emperor." It was Liang Hui who broke the rules and let him become an official to realize his dream under the pressure of offending the emperor and being unfilial to his ancestors.

Zhu Zhiyi drank very neatly, Liang Hui pressed his hand and said softly, "Drink slowly."

Zhu Zhiyi poured another glass.

"The second cup, I respect the life-saving grace of the emperor." Liang Hui sacrificed too much to get rid of this Gu on him - health, dignity, and regal prestige. Not to mention husband and wife, monarchs and ministers, even close relatives who are connected by blood may not be able to do it. to this point.

"I will always remember it in my heart."

Liang Hui watched him silently and shook his head lightly.

"The third cup." There was something inexplicable in Zhu Zhiyi's eyes, "The third cup——is Zhu Qinggui respecting Liang Junting."

Liang Hui's expressionless face finally changed, and he heard Zhu Zhiyi say: "I wish Liang Junting every year, everything goes smoothly, and all wishes come true."

With a "boom" in Liang Hui's mind, he returned to that summer night three years ago.

On the Summer Dew Festival, he traveled with Zhu Zhiyi at the Lantern Festival, and made a wish by setting up lanterns beside the moat.

On a night when the stars and the moon were shining brightly, Zhu Zhiyi’s face was extraordinarily warm in the lights, like Guan Yin from the Nine Heavens who came to the mortal world to peep at the wishes of all living beings. , I will help you too."

The Bodhisattva also said: "Liang Junting's merits are not worth donating, and his wish will be fulfilled."

All the wishes Liang Hui made back then have been fulfilled, but the most important thing has been lost.

Standing on the high palace wall, Liang Hui indifferently looked down at the white snow below.

One after another, Ruikun Gate, Tianxin Gate, and Qianwu Gate, the carriage carrying Zhu Zhiyi will truly disappear in his world.

From then on, he was truly a loner, and the heights were extremely cold. He ate and slept alone, and slept alone in the cold quilt.

The only hope every day is to see Zhu Zhiyi once in the court, and listen to him write a letter and discuss current affairs from a distance.

If possible, he might send him to the imperial study to discuss state affairs, and he would take a few more glances quietly and quietly, and there would be no more. This is the closest distance between their monarchs and ministers.

During the holidays, Liang Hui also had to guard this empty and silent cage alone. Maybe he could use the name of Lixian Corporal to send a few altars of good wine to the Tai Tuo's residence, no amount of wishing Zhiyi would be enough. No, he cares most about integrity.

They will become old friends whose friendship is as light as water, and monarchs and ministers who abide by the strict etiquette system.

Liang Hui's heart began to throb. He thought he could bear the consequences, but it seemed he couldn't.

The carriage was about to disappear outside the vermilion palace gate, a hot tear fell from the palace railing, and was soon dried up again, the wind became more and more violent, roaring and tearing his robe, as if to swallow him completely.

The palace wall was a hundred feet high, and for a moment, Liang Hui even felt that he was about to plunge into the vast and clean snow.

The wolfhound clung close to him, shielding him from the wind, barking dully.

Liang Hui gently kicked it away, mocking coldly: "He doesn't even want you anymore."

I don't know how long this mighty heavy snow fell, until Liang Hui's hands and feet were numb from the freezing, and suddenly there was the sound of stepping on the snow softly behind him.

"Liang Junting."