Qu clear as promised

This kind of satisfaction was brought by Zhu Zhiyi. Only by being around this person can he feel tranquility, steadfastness, warmth and joy.

Zhu Zhiyi remembered that when he was a child, he was bullied in the cold palace, and then he was displaced outside the palace. His relatives died early and he was lonely. If I put it in my heart, I have been hurt and spoiled, and my heart feels tight.

Zhu Zhiyi kissed his chin, and said softly: "Liang Junting, I can't guarantee that you will be as happy as you are at this moment every day in the future, but I can guarantee that I will be by your side every day in the future."

He can accompany Liang Hui to face anything.

Liang Hui's love for him suddenly reached a peak: "You have to keep your word."

Huge fireworks are in full bloom above the head, and the long-lasting bells in the city are ringing, indicating that the new year has arrived.

Liang Hui and Zhu Zhiyi hugged and kissed amidst the lights of thousands of families in the prosperous world they created with their own hands.

It is a farewell to the rough and bumpy past, and it is also a year to start their prosperous age.

The two were deeply in love, until they returned to the palace, their hearts were still surging. Liang Hui held his face and looked deeply: "Does Qinggui still owe me a consummation ceremony?"

Zhu Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she lightly pressed his shoulder, but still hugged him: "Your body——"

Liang Hui bit his earlobe, and interrupted in a hoarse voice: "Don't you know my body, it has been healed a long time ago, and you took care of it yourself."

"The imperial doctor asked you to meditate and cultivate, you—"

"Clear rules," Liang Hui interrupted, reasoning with him, "What the imperial doctor says doesn't matter, I know that this matter must be practiced." Whether he is in good health, Zhu Zhiyi has to try it himself to know.

"..."

"It's okay." Liang Hui stopped his movements and lowered his eyes: "If you don't want to now, I can wait—"

"I didn't want to." Zhu Zhiyi sighed, and took the initiative to stick his lips.

Liang Hui immediately grabbed his waist, turning his back on the guest.

The long-awaited connection of hearts, the long-suppressed love for each other, and the joy of being lost and found have all been vented in the body. This is their true consummation, but they fit together very well, and they are in perfect harmony.

At the most distraught moment, Liang Hui sweat soaked his eyebrows, eyes and hair, which was extremely dark, with a kind of soul-stirring heroism.

He turned Zhu Zhiyi's flushed face, forbearance and restrained his hoarse voice to ask for help: "Bodhisattva."

"help me."

Zhu Zhiyi didn't have any strength left, but she hugged him indulgently, so Liang Hui was caught and saved.

It wasn't until the light of day faded that the commotion in the house subsided, and there was a call for hot water, so Yuping hurriedly ordered someone to bring over the prepared bathtub.

Liang Hui forbids anyone to come in, he likes to serve Zhu Zhiyi himself.

It was snowing heavily outside the window again, and the cold wind howled.

The window paper rattled, the plum blossom branches were scraped off, and the early birds were singing, the candles were burning brightly in the room, and the two of them had wet hair tangled together. Liang Hui washed Zhu Zhiyi's body and rubbed her waist.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Zhu Zhiyi leaned against him weakly, touched his face, and said weakly: "Liang Junting, I don't see any regret on your face."

Liang Hui muffled a low laugh, then bowed his head and kissed him again.

During the few days of the Spring Festival, the two of them hardly ever went out of the room.

It wasn't until the eve of the Shangyuan Festival that they stopped messing around.

Zhu Zhiyi had to host the Baisong Banquet, which was a custom in Daliang Palace throughout the dynasties. At the beginning of spring, a banquet was held to invite the royal family members to the palace to pay New Year's greetings, in order to symbolize the harmony of the clan in the new year.

Liang Hui didn't do it in previous years, and he felt ashamed without Zhu Zhiyi's absence.

But now that the Queen is back, it is unreasonable to regard the palace rules as nothing.

This kind of palace banquet was meaningless, the emperor and empress each said a few words on the occasion, and the time for toasting passed.

The clan members still repeat the same old tune without any new ideas, and all the talk revolves around the sons and heirs.

I don't blame them either. For hundreds of years in Daliang, there have been so many emperors in the past dynasties. There is no such thing as a queen but not a concubine, no income, and no reserve. This is too deviant and shocking for them.

A few old antiques who are used to patriarchal patriarchy in the family almost call him an unworthy descendant and a joke of the royal family.

Before Liang Hui could speak, Zhu Zhiyi blocked it: "Prince Rong, why do you think you are a Mingjun?"

As soon as Liang Hui heard this, he knew that his queen was going to break up with others again.He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and sat there lazily drinking tea, waiting for the old prince Rong to complain.

Zhu Zhiyi stood half a step in front of Liang Hui, with a subconscious protective gesture: "After the Five Dynasties, Emperor Minwu of the Tang Dynasty lost three sons in Qiantang water control and had no descendants. At present, everyone pays tribute to his stone statues; The hero of the grassland, he had a son in his forties..."

Prince Rong, who was nearly sixty years old, was overwhelmed by what he said, Liang Hui hid behind and leisurely drank tea, occasionally clenching his fists and covering his lips with a secret smile.

"Although all the relatives are deeply attached to the fists of the country, your Majesty is in the prime of his life, and his ambition is in Kyushu. The Great Liang Dynasty fell to the middle of the dynasty, and after the chaos of Lang and barbarians, it is temporarily stable. Your Majesty should make the peace of the world a top priority..."

I wish Zhiyi to be reasonable and well-founded, and to show both kindness and power, Prince Rong couldn't get in the way.

These old stubborn people, you have blocked him every time, and you always come to trouble Liang Hui from time to time.

Zhu Zhiyi knew that he might have to face many such situations in the future, but he showed no fear.

Liang Hui scattered the harem, abolished the concubine system, and had nothing to do, all for him. Zhu Zhiyi was reluctant to let the pressure of the court and clan fall on him alone.

Liang Hui saw that Prince Rong's complexion was already green, so Shi Shiran got up, and said a few words in a sly and strange manner, and left the banquet with Zhu Zhiyi.

Zhu Zhiyi walked all the way to the plum grove with his brows still frowning, Liang Hui was funny, took his hand and kissed it on his lips, and said generously: "What are you serious about with them, I'm just like the one who cut the title and salary together No one dares to say anything after the imperial decree goes down."

"..." This is too simple and rude, no matter how you say it, Zhu Zhiyi is still reasonable.

Liang Hui smiled lazily: "I'm coaxing you, I've thought about this matter a long time ago, and I wanted to discuss it with you after the New Year."

He thought well, let Zhu Zhiyi have a good new year, don't think about these troubles, who would have thought that this group of noisy old things would come directly in front of people.

Zhu Zhiyi put his hands behind his back: "You say."

"Remember Liang Xijing?"

Zhu Zhiyi: "Respect the prince?" The little boy he saved on the way back to Beijing?

"Yes," Liang Hui had been planning for a long time, "he is the grandson of Gao Zu's cousin, not too close to our lineage, I want him to adopt to the late emperor, to be me, no, to be our emperor's younger brother."

Zhu Zhiyi frowned, remained silent for a moment, and then said: "In this way, the country will change hands."

Zhu Zhiyi has read poetry and books, and is deeply influenced by Confucianism, Confucius, Mencius, and Confucianism. Although he is not foolish and loyal, he has some deep-rooted thoughts of loyalty to the emperor. You gangster, in the future, the fine writing of history books will break your spine."

Liang Hui suppressed his lazy and playful expression, and asked seriously: "Qinggui, are you determined to continue learning and opening up peace to be loyal to the emperor or to the people and to the world?"

Zhu Zhiyi said: "Naturally, loyalty to the people of the world comes first." Establishing a heart for the world and life for the people, the people are the first.

"Since he is loyal to the people of the world, who should be the emperor? As long as he is a wise emperor, what is the difference between Li Hui and Yang Hui who are sitting in this position today?"

Zhu Zhiyi was speechless.

Liang Hui turned his gaze to Momei, which was in full bloom: "Qinggui, let me tell you the truth, I have no feelings for the Daliang royal family, only endless hatred and resentment. Should be kicked over."

"I'm not like you either. I'm pure, kind and kind by nature, and I have lofty ambitions and aspirations. I worked my ass off and climbed to this position by stepping on the bones of the bones. It's just because I don't want to be a pig, a dog, and an ant to be trampled on by others."

"I don't want to be an emperor at all, I just don't want to be bullied and humiliated."