He has never loved anyone, but he will be attracted by the little boy in the palace.

Even though he knew that the other party was not good, he was always extremely patient when facing that little boy.

What is this because of?

He thought of Liang Wenjin.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are not controlled by oneself, but are dominated by that fool.

I like what he likes, and I mourn what he grieves.

The fool likes Emperor Yong Yin, so he developed that bizarre affection for Emperor Yong Yin.

This love doesn't even come from himself, but because of that fool!

"It's him again, it's Liang Wenjin again..."

So what else does this kind of life mean?

If it weren't for the violent beating today that would have woken him up like a blow, he might have been foolishly trapped in.

But at that time, was it that Ji Feixiu liked that person, or... he just loved what someone loved?

The cowardly life is incapable of even one's own emotions and life cannot be controlled.

This dismal mood made him have a dangerous idea, and even wanted to burn his body with the fool at all costs!

But there is no hurry.

Emperor Yong Yin, Yong, Yin, Emperor!

His fingertips touched the wound on his head again, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his charming lips, but it looked like poppy in the middle of the night, charming, but also fatal poison...

...

Shortly after the Ji family left, the fool Liang Wenqin ran to Zichen Palace in panic.

When he learned the news, he nervously grabbed Zhou Yanqing's hand, whispered "Xiangxiang", asked her if there was anything wrong, asked her if she was fine, and asked her if she was injured.

Zhou Yanqing was amused and cried, and felt a little comforted in her heart.

“How great would it be if everyone could be like you?”

She gently touched the tip of the fool's head, and he rubbed his heart against her soft and tender palms with his own intention.

"Don't be angry with Xiangxiang, don't be unhappy Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang and me!"

The dark and bright eyes are like the cold stars in the middle of the night, pure and clear.

Zhou Yanqing sniffed, and she nodded and said 'um'.

"Yes, I still have you, fortunately... I still have you."

She suddenly buried her face in the fool's arms, as if she was very tired, and her little face rubbed against the fool's heart.

Liang Wenqian was stupid, and he slowly walked around her waist half a beat, and then patted her gently as if he was coaxing a baby.

"Xiangxiang is good, Xiangxiang is not angry, Xiangxiang should not be unhappy, please ask to accompany you."

“It’s great to ask.”

She praised him.

He nodded vigorously: "Well! It's best to ask! Xiangxiang is the best too! The best to ask has the best Xiangxiang, it's great!"

His naive tone seemed to be saying tongue twisters, but it made Zhou Yanqing laugh.

Looking up from his arms, the dark clouds in Zhou Yanqing's heart had dispersed a lot, as if they were drawing strength from him.

She looked up at Liang Wenqin, who was much taller than her.

At this moment, seeing his clarity and his cleanliness, as if all the beauty is formed, her impetuous mind gradually calmed down.

“Ask.”

"Um?"

"I seem to fall in love with you."

"I like Xiangxiang too!"

She smiled and tiptoed, kissed him on the cheek, "How good."

Then gently rub his head.

The depression in her heart dissipated. She picked up a thick copy of the Great Zhou Dynasty, pulled Liang Wenqi and lay on the bed together.

The two of them were facing each other, heads against each other, and they were eating pastries while reading slowly, while the bedroom in the middle of the night was quiet and warm...

dark place.

A man in black asked, "Sir, we... don't really need to remind the emperor?"
Chapter completed!