Qu clear as promised

Zhu Zhiyisheng is a dull, old-fashioned, incomprehensible and even pedantic person by nature, but when he really falls in love with someone, he is the most direct, frank and upright, without reservation.

He said he believed, and he no longer doubted, tried, or circumvented. His eyes and movements were full of concern, pity, and responsiveness. He was willing to give whatever he had and could afford.

For a person like Zhu Zhiyi, if he really has a heart for someone, the sharpness, delicacy and insight in him that were once limited to the court will also be integrated emotionally.

Before Liang Hui reached out or opened his mouth many times, Zhu Zhiyi had already passed his hand to him first.

He's always there, you just have to look back and see it.

Liang Hui succumbed to the powerful tenderness and endless warmth in him, he had no choice but to muffle a low laugh, whenever Zhu Zhiyi responded to him softly and tolerantly, that kind of love that this person loves so much The unbearable feeling began to fill his heart and fill his whole body again.

Especially Zhu Zhiyi pampered him so seriously, loved him so tenderly, as if he had everything he wanted, as if he could do whatever he wanted.

Those fears, guilt and self-abuse that had been lost were washed away by Zhu Zhiyi's gentle and long-lasting love, and regenerated some confidence and security that he was worthy of, worthy of, and he could claim and possess.

Perhaps there is a part of Liang Hui's blood in his body, Zhu Zhiyi always feels that he can subtly sense Liang Hui's physical feelings from time to time.

When Liang Hui had palpitations, his heart would also beat fast. Liang Hui occasionally had chest tightness in the middle of the night, and Zhu Zhiyi would wake up with him, wipe off his sweat compassionately, and hug his head to gently comfort him to sleep.

Although the doctor said that there is no serious problem, as long as you don't catch a cold or get tired, you will gradually recover, but Zhu Zhiyi has always been on guard against him like an enemy.

The end of the new year is approaching, and government affairs are backlogged. Liang Hui is busy catching up with the things at hand, so he can spend more time with Zhu Zhiyi during the Spring Festival.

At Haishi, Zhu Zhiyi suddenly felt his heart beating bluntly, and went directly from Fengsui Palace to the Imperial Study.

Zhang Fuhai was waiting outside, Zhu Zhiyi made a "shut up" gesture with him, and went in quietly, Liang Hui was indeed pressing the center of his brows wearily, when he saw Zhu Zhiyi, he was startled, stretched out his hand towards him and whispered softly Ask: "How did you come here?"

Zhu Zhiyi glanced at the notes on the copybook, and asked, "Isn't it finished yet?"

Liang Hui paused, raised his eyes, and raised his eyebrows subtly. Although Zhu Zhiyi just asked casually and had no other intentions, he just heard a hint of urging.

Zhu Zhiyi returned to Liang Hui's old bastard to some extent these days, half-smiling and asking in a low voice, "You want me to go back?"

"..." Zhu Zhiyi reasoned, "You are just recovering from a serious illness, you have to relax and combine work and rest. If there is really a rush, I won't stop you. If you just want to squeeze out as much time as possible to spend the New Year with me, then It’s not necessary. It’s the same where and how we spend the year, as long as we’re together.”

Liang Hui still looked at him with a half-smile, without making a sound, Zhu Zhiyi looked back: "Liang Junting, am I wrong?"

Liang Hui smiled and shook his head, pointed at the copybook, lowered his head, and whispered playfully: "Zhu Qinggui also has a day to persuade people to relax and combine work and rest."

Diligent and hard-working champion Ziweixing reads rare books day and night in the Xiandi Library Pavilion and forgets to eat and sleep. It was once an enduring story and role model among scholars. It can be seen that Qinggui really loves him.

Zhu Zhiyi: "..." He tilted his head in doubt. There were many moments when he felt that Liang Hui from before had returned, but he was not exactly the same person from before.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't know that it was his unreserved love and tolerance that gave Liang Hui the greatest reliance. People who have reliance are always confident, relaxed, and calm. People with sufficient love are completely different. of.

Therefore, Liang Hui's previous eccentricity has become joking, unpredictable has become occasional mischievousness, beating around the bush has become frank and direct, suspicious and uneasy has become calm and easy, and even the unscrupulous sharpness and badness in his nature have been eliminated. After picking off the sharp and hurtful thorns, it becomes gentle, soft and charming.

Zhu Zhiyi would often be distracted by the current Liang Hui Gu, but anyway, he didn't want Liang Hui to treat him with the guilt and compensation mentality he used to have. This is very good, and he likes it very much.

Zhu Zhiyi smiled lightly, and caressed Liang Hui's pale face pitifully: "Whatever you say, is there really no physical discomfort?"

He looked worried: "I was just about to write, and my heartbeat suddenly became very fast. I'm afraid there is something wrong with you." So he hurried over.

Liang Hui looked at him, stopped smiling, his eyes dimmed in the ever-burning lights, and asked softly, "Are you worried about me?"

Zhu Zhiyi met his eyes calmly and said "yes".

Liang Hui simply closed the folder, turned off the lights, said, "Let's go, don't read it", and walked out holding Zhu Zhiyi's hand.

Zhu Zhiyi was a little dazed for a moment, but when he reached the threshold, he was suddenly pushed against the wall by Liang Hui.

The tall figure and the warm breath came, Liang Hui's lips pressed against his earlobe, and there was a strange pleasure in the voice of gnashing teeth: "You can't leave me for a moment."

Zhu Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.

The imperial study room with the lights turned off was extremely empty and gloomy in the silent night, with palace people outside.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't need anyone to wait on him, but Liang Hui had just recovered from a serious illness and couldn't catch the cold, so he ordered people to prepare sedan chairs and heaters, and the palace servants carried palace lanterns.

The lights outside are bright, separated by a door, the interior of the hall is lacquered and quiet.

They were whispering to each other in this austere place, and the plaque of "Diligence in Administration and Prosperity" on the main hall was facing Zhu Zhiyi, and he was ashamed, and a secret, uncontrollable excitement and sweetness rose from his heart.

At this moment, they are not the emperor and queen of Daliang, they are Yeben's lovers and believers who rebelled before the Buddha.

Liang Hui couldn't get any response from him, so he bit his earlobe and urged in a low voice, "Huh?"

Zhu Zhiyi raised her heart to her throat, and in order to calm things down, she had no choice but to kiss Liang Hui's lips. Liang Hui, like a beast whose hair has been tamed, obediently handed over his tongue to him.

The moonlight was like water, spilling onto the floor through the high door lattice, the two looked at each other panting in the darkness, Zhu Zhiyi suddenly said softly, "Longjing."

Liang Hui paused, his eyes dimmed, a cluster of fire rushed up from his heart, he pressed him firmly into his arms, licked his teeth, and said, "Zhu Zhiyi, I'll let you grind me to death."

Zhu Zhiyikuan smiled, hugged his waist back, and comforted him: "Tired, aren't you?" Drinking such a strong tea.

Liang Hui let his tired body relax completely in Zhu Zhiyi's arms, and told him in a muffled voice: "I want to complete your canonization as the head of the pavilion before the year."

Zhu Zhiyi was taken aback, she didn't expect Liang Hui to be rushing this matter recently.

He asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

"It's not in a hurry, it's just—" Liang Hui pressed all the weight on him, nestled in the crescent of his neck, and closed his eyes wearily: "In this way, I will be able to see it in the court hall at the beginning of spring." you."

"Zhu Zhiyi, half of this country is yours, would you like it?"

Zhu Zhiyi smiled: "I am willing."

After Liang Hui came down to the court, he began to draw up imperial books. All documents and books needed to be handwritten by the emperor. Zhu Zhiyi couldn't help much, so he practiced calligraphy by the side.

"What are you here?" Liang Hui put down his pen and asked him, rubbing his brows.

Zhu Zhiyi looked up at him and said, "It's not a temporary post." He handed it over, "Look."

Liang Hui glanced at it for a while, and only read a few sentences in general - "I have written a few books in hand, and I respect Kang Zhi", "I have not seen it for a long time, and I have a deep look at it"...

Liang Hui paused, moved his ears, looked away, and reached for tea: "Did you...see everything?"

Zhu Zhiyi raised her eyebrows: "Well, I've seen it all."

Liang Hui imitated his handwriting and wrote letters to himself for more than 2000 days and nights, one pile after another.

Zhu Zhiyi commented: "Liang Junting, if you learn my characters, you can be fake."

Liang Hui coughed lightly. Looking back now, he was really stupefied. Zhang Fuhai even secretly went to ask the imperial doctor if the disease could be cured. Liang Hui pretended to be indifferent and said modestly: "The charm of character is less than one ten-thousandth of the clear rules."

Zhu Zhiyi raised the corner of her mouth, and a subtle, sharp pain suddenly appeared in her heart. Now that time has passed, I can talk and laugh about the madness of that day, but what kind of mood Liang Hui was in that time, and how desperate it is to write more than 2000 days and nights letter.

Seeing that Zhu Zhiyi stopped laughing, Liang Hui also lowered his expression; "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zhiyi was sad, with apology and pity in his eyes, and said softly: "Liang Junting, I haven't even answered a letter to you properly."

Liang Hui was startled, opened his mouth, but didn't speak.

Zhu Zhiyi recalled that time of war, each of his replies was business-like and straight to the point, there was no nonsense, and even the signature was coldly signed by the minister and privy envoy, Zhu Zhiyi.

He is also really not good at expressing his feelings with others through letters.

What Liang Hui gave him was a letter from his family, and what he returned to Liang Hui was an official letter.

Zhu Zhiyi took the initiative to shake his hand: "Liang Junting, can I supply you now?"

"I will tell you my experience in the past three years by writing a letter, and you will treat it as these three years... We are only temporarily separated, and we have never lost contact."

The gears of time can no longer turn back, but he still wants to try his best to fill and rewrite those regrets, covering Liang Hui's painful memories.

Let the three years of life and death get a happy ending in his letter.

"Is it too late to supply you now? Are you still willing to ask for it?"

Liang Hui frowned, stood up and hugged him, patted his back to comfort him: "Yes, I want."

Zhu Zhiyi said: "I will write one letter a day for three years, and you can receive it every day."

"You don't have to see it as—"

"Yes," Zhu Zhiyi interrupted him, "I don't want to let down one ten thousandth of your sincerity when you wrote to me back then."

The gentleman's education that Zhu Zhiyi received since he was a child is called "throwing peaches and plums and repaying fine wine", not to mention that Liang Hui gave him more than just "fine wine".

"Back then... I didn't understand the affection you had when you wrote to me, and I didn't know at all the sadness when you imitated my handwriting and wrote to yourself. This is my regret."

"It's a clear rule." Liang Hui looked at him deeply, with a wide-open and relaxed smile on his brows and eyes: "I have no regrets at all now."