My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 74

36. The scriptures were boring, and Xiao Ding felt a little uncomfortable after reading it for a moment. Coupled with the warm breeze, he became drowsy not long after. When I was sober and opened my eyes, there was already no one in the house. He looked down and saw a robe on his body, which was obviously added by Chen Zeming.
　　Xiao Ding tore off the robe and walked to the door to look around, where there was still a figure.
　　He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head to see the robe being dragged in his hand, and kneaded it a few times. In this quiet no one, the cloth rustled at his fingertips.
　　Xiao Ding looked complicated, hesitated for a while, finally turned his head, and glanced at the beam in front of the window.

　　After that month, if Chen Zeming had time, he would go to Jinghua Palace to check it out every three and five.
　　Xiao Ding would say a few words when he was excited about his arrival. Xiao Ding's vulgar language is limited, but the sarcasm is indeed endless, and Chen Zeming can't help but want to smoke him. What's more, even when he doesn't even look at him, two people just sit in the house like that. , Just to see who can bear this embarrassment more.

　　Chen Zeming realized that Xiao Ding was actually a little upset these days, otherwise, he would not have so many tricks to toss himself.
　　He was very strange.
　　Although Xiao Ding is not good at force, he has a hardcore that is hard to break. Therefore, even if he was treated violently before, Xiao Ding persisted and remained the same, with no remorse at all, and the so-called violence can eventually highlight. It turned out to be simple and rude by his own side. I have to say that Chen Zeming was really frustrated with this kind of cognition. So that he would rather endure the other party's malicious satire a little bit more than he did it lightly.
　　What is it that makes such Xiao Ding anxious?
　　After thinking about it, Chen Zeming's only conclusion was that perhaps the house arrest was too long.
　　For one and a half years, if he were to stay in only one yard for one and a half years, he would have been crazy long ago, and Xiao Ding could have survived so without any suspense. It seems that others are not surprised, and he doesn't take it seriously.
　　So Chen Zeming didn't care about him very much, but Xiao Ding couldn't help but warn him when Xiao Ding was an overstatement.
　　When Xiao Dingruo saw that he was really going to get angry, he tended to converge a little, and could only look up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, but this did not prevent him from committing the crime again.
　　Chen Zeming thought to himself that this man was really cunning, he was testing his bottom line step by step.
　　In this way, the two people finally got along safely for some time.

　　Didn't Chen Zeming know that this approach is extremely dangerous, it is like walking on the edge of a cliff, even if it is safe now, it is hard to guarantee that the next moment will not fall into the abyss?
　　He often walks by the river. How can he not wet his shoes? When will the shoes on his feet get wet? He was both frightened and crazy in his heart, things in the world are often like this.
　　So he deceived himself and thought in his hesitation, this thought is that he died, turned into mud, and turned into ashes. After all, there will be no second person to know. Then it is okay to be shameless. He is already full of sins anyway. What's the point of having one or two more piles?

　　However, what he still can't get rid of is the guilt from the bottom of his heart, and finally this day and night, he dreams of Yinyin.
　　He hadn't dreamed of her for a long time.
　　Yin Yin still looked like that girl back then, wearing a pair of buns, green and lovely. He was overjoyed and surprised, but soon he felt like he was still a teenager, and he forgot to question.
　　Yin Yin smiled at him, and the rain began to get up. He dragged her to hide, but couldn't move it. The delicate wrist in his hand was as heavy as a rock.
　　He turned his head to look, Yin Yin, who was a step away, burst into flames, suddenly jumped higher than the head, and swallowed her in an instant.
　　She struggled and shouted in the flames, twisted in pain. He panicked and beat, but Yin Yin's face suddenly changed. His five fingertips were as sharp as claws, grabbing the flames, and fiercely covering his face with the beating sparks...

　　Chen Zeming suddenly shrank, turned to sit up, and couldn't help gasping for breath. , The voice is heavy, and the body is sweaty.
　　After a while he jumped up, "Is that you, Yinyin, are you there?" He yelled in panic, even if the sound would come out of the house and attract people, he couldn't take care of it.
　　There was a god who raised his head three feet, he just wanted to get this sentence, and couldn't help being cold.

　　He was stunned in secret for a long time before Fang stood up and burned a stick of incense for Yin Yin.
　　Are you coming?
　　Chen Zeming raised the incense above his head and closed his eyes.
　　If you are still there, punish me, punish me with a thousand arrows piercing my heart, without a dead body. I am an unfaithful person and should not die well. But...
　　he opened his eyes, " But... I really don't want to be ashamed of you... I don't understand..." He hesitated for a while and swallowed it back as if he would be surprised if he said this. Long-rested family members.
　　In fact, even the deceased cannot share these words, the most unbearable reality that he cannot face. If you say it, under Jiuquan in the future, what face should you use to see them in the future?
　　He remained silent for a long time and finally inserted the incense into the incense burner.

　　A few days later, when he was drinking with Xiao Ding, he drank a few more glasses, and his wine surged. He couldn't help but grab Xiao Ding's collar and said angrily: "...Why, why did you let me burn her to death in those days?"
　　Xiao Certainly caught off guard, he almost fell into the bowl by his fierce tugging. Although he held the tabletop with his elbow in time, he still spilled most of the wine in the glass, and his face became dark, and he immediately became angry. Then I saw Chen Zeming's red eyes and confused expression. He was obviously drunk. Then he frowned in irritation. He couldn't help but coldly said: "What and why? Because the arrow is on the string, I have to send it! I won't let you burn her to death, shouldn't you wait for them? Come back and kill me?"
　　Chen Zeming looked at him with a dull expression on his righteousness. He gradually let go, Xiao Ding sneered and straightened his clothes on his own.
　　Chen Zeming stayed for a while, and smiled bitterly: "...it really makes sense."
　　Xiao Ding heard the loss he couldn't hide under his irony, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows. After a while, he showed some sense of distraction. Here, he only drank to himself and ignored his vaguely muttering.

　　When he woke up most of the time, he opened his eyes, and when Chen Zeming saw his surroundings clearly, he almost jumped with horror.
　　He and Xiao Ding were both lying on the bed, not even an inch of each other.
　　Chen Zeming's brain rang out loudly, completely blank, the first thought, when he came back to his mind, was that I forced him? Hit him again?
　　Checking it hurriedly, Xiao Ding didn't have any scars on his body, his mouth was full of alcohol, and he was still talking nonsense from time to time. It seemed that the two of them had sex after drinking.
　　Chen Zeming, Emperor Zhang put on his clothes and almost left.
　　When I got outside, I realized that it was late at night and I couldn't go out of the palace gate. I was only allowed to stay with the soldiers on duty all night.

　　After that, Chen Zeming waited for a few days with fear, and he didn't hear any news from Jinghua Palace, so he was more relieved. I think about it carefully, but I can only think of entanglement with each other. The moment I burn my body, the touch is both familiar and unfamiliar. It seems that the past many years ago continues in the dream, but in the end, it is somewhat different.
　　Chen Zeming's face is red and his ears are red, and he has no place to show himself.
　　As for who started first, and who hugged whom, he always thought of it as a muddle, where he could think clearly.
　　He didn't dare to go further, and he didn't dare to go to Jinghua Palace again.
　　The urge to run frequently before turned out to be such a thing. It turned out that what was hidden deep in my heart was such a nasty desire, which was not what I wanted to see.
　　He was just covered in a cold sweat as if stepping into the sky in the dark.

　　Before he calmed down completely, there were sudden rumors among the people. The legend is that the emperor was seriously ill for a long time. The king of Wei took the opportunity to take the imperial power and called it Daizheng. In fact, he was taking the emperor to order the princes. Not Long Live, but Wei Wang Chen Zeming.
　　This rumor spread like wildfire, spread by word of mouth, intensified, and soon flowed into Beijing.

The author has something to say:
Khan, there is a small change when the two drink