My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 87

Chen Zeming lifted up the table and chairs, and those dishes fell apart when they fell. Fortunately, there was still a jug of wine in the food box, although it inevitably broke at this moment, anyway, there was still a small half bottle of residual wine in it.
　　Chen Zeming picked up the food box and retreated to the chair to lean against. He raised the residual pot, saw that there were still double-tooth chopsticks in the food box, and took it out, and threw the sandalwood box far away.
　　The wooden box hit the wall and then fell down, with two bangs in succession.
　　Xiao Ding suddenly raised his head in shock, held the cough, but couldn't help but gasp in a low voice.
　　Chen Zeming took a few sips with the sharp fracture of the remaining pot. The arm drooped, and Ya chopsticks hit the chair with a muffled noise.
　　Chen Zeming opened his eyes and raised his hand to stare at the chopsticks. After staying for a while, suddenly raised his wrist and knocked on the edge of the table.
　　There was silence in the room at the right time. Although Xiao Ding's breath was short, but faint in the end, the two sounds of hitting the wood seemed particularly clear. But the room was empty, and there was an echo.
　　Chen Zeming suddenly looked in a daze, and lightly lifted the tooth chopsticks in his hand. After a while, he tapped again.
　　These three combos had already faintly revealed the rhythm, soothing and long like breathing, but the sound of the strike suddenly rose and resembled thunder, and the sudden blow broke through the silence in the house, which only shocked people's hearts.
　　Chen Zeming seemed to have forgotten Xiao Ding at his feet and the previous poisoning straightened up his body and tapped in accordance with the tone.
　　Xiao Ding was terrified. Until death was approaching step by step, he realized that he could be fearless in the face of danger, but he could not be indifferent in the face of death.
　　He doesn't want to die, he still has a lot to do, and his path cannot be arranged like this.
　　He was too unwilling. He endured it for so long, shouldn't it end silently like this.
　　Xiao Ding struggled to bend over, trying to spit out the poisonous wine. Compared to living, things like reservedness or dignity are not worth mentioning.
　　After vomiting a few times, then tapping on the top of his head stopped. Xiao Ding was amazed and listened with bated breath.
　　Chen Zeming remained silent and did not move.
　　Xiao Ding froze in the same place, and Chen Zeming waited for him silently. After a long while, Xiao Ding finally gave up and sat back slowly.
　　Only then did the knocking sound again.

　　Xiao Ding was full of despair, abnormally upset, and hated what to knock, ring the death knell.
　　Thinking about it again, this is not really his own death knell.
　　Chen Zeming hated him like this, why he always knew but didn't care about it? Now that this knife named hate was out of its sheath, it shone with cold, and it pierced his vitals, and there was no room for recovery.
　　It turns out that hate is cold.
　　Same as death.
　　For the first time in his life, he felt such annoyance and confusion, why, why.
　　What needs him to use his life as a price.
　　The sound above the head is like a knock, from slow to fast, dense and dense.
　　At first, it was only the sound of Didi that sneaked into the night with the wind, but gradually it rolled like a blue wave, layered on top of each other. The tune sounds messy, but every sound strikes the cusp of a person's heart.
　　Before he could react, the second sound came one after another.
　　With each sound, it is faintly aggressive, but it is magnanimous and proud.
　　Xiao Ding vaguely remembered the confrontation between the two armies he had seen before, and the soldiers' hands rose and fell.
　　Such a sound is reminiscent of the battlefield.
　　Think of the wolf smoke, the fight, the soul of the iron-blooded army, the golden iron horse, the blue blood pays the sun and the moon, and the horse leather shroud.
　　Such a voice should only be heard on the battlefield.
　　The invigorating and full-spirited spirit in it is like the blood after a sharp blade, facing directly, overflowing with the world, making people nowhere to avoid.

　　When Xiao Ding found out, he had already held his breath.
　　He suddenly became a little suspicious. He was having a dream. With such thick ink and color, is this really the Chen Zeming he knew.
　　He was a little bit lost, he realized that he might have ignored something that he had missed.
　　Xiao Ding immediately prevented this idea from going further, and he was short of breath and heartbeat. What you are doing, regretting things like this will only defeat your will. Do you forget it?
　　People can die, but don't regret it.
　　Xiao Ding struggled twice, but the cloth behind it was still tight. He was suddenly relieved, and he picked up the resentment again.
　　It has always been, and it will be.
　　Shouldn't change anything for others.
　　Xiao Ding was both angry that he was shaken just now, but also thankful for his quick composure, he raised his leg to the chair under Chen Zeming and kicked it hatefully.

　　Chen Zeming was completely drunk and didn't watch out. Under the impact, the body couldn't help leaning forward, only to hear a crisp sound. The chopsticks were originally unbearable for percussive force, and there was already a crack, and the pressure broke immediately.
　　The sound of the sudden blow ceased.
　　Chen Zeming stood up abruptly and patted half of his chopsticks on the table.
　　His heart was turbulent, and his emotions were uncontrollable for a while. The beat was too hard, and the chopsticks were half into the wood, which was amazing.
　　Chen Zeming was stunned for a moment. From the original full-hearted devotion to relaxation, for a while, I suspected that I was in a dream. After a while, I realized that I was already sweaty, so I raised my hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead.
　　After he was completely awake, Chen Zeming settled down and stooped to release the shackles behind Xiao Ding.

　　Xiao Ding was tied up and his whole body was sore. At this moment, the poisonous wine was only melted into his blood, and there was no possibility of vomiting it out again. Seeing that he was a few steps closer to the dead end, full of anger with nowhere to vent, he got up and slapped Chen Zeming's face.
　　Chen Zeming didn't know how to evade in a daze. He only heard a pop, and on the side of his head, his face immediately showed five fingerprints. Chen Zeming's eyes drenched, his right hand already pinched Xiao Ding's shoulder, even though his fingertips were violent, it still made Xiao Ding grit his teeth.
　　Chen Zeming frowned and was about to speak, the brow peak suddenly jumped, his complexion immediately changed.
　　After a while, he didn't speak, but withdrew his hand to push Xiao Ding away, and took a slight step back.
　　Xiao Ding clutched his shoulders and caught a glimpse of Chen Zeming sitting back on the chair, his face gradually paled, and the sweat on his forehead increased without fading, and he couldn't help but wonder.
　　After watching this for a while, Xiao Ding suddenly woke up.
　　——At this time, Chen Zeming actually fell ill.
　　He also knew about Chen Zeming's headaches and old illnesses. In the beginning, Chen Zeming had this weird illness at a young age, and he suspected that he was making excuses to resign.
　　Xiao Ding jumped wildly in his heart, and quietly walked around behind Chen Zeming, looked around, and picked up a stool in his hand.
　　Chen Zeming suddenly had a headache like a thorn, which only pierced him into a cold sweat. I couldn't help but sit down, endure for a moment, opened my eyes and saw Xiao Ding disappear, knowing that he was about to turn his head, his head suddenly sank, hit by something, fell to the ground, and passed out.

　　When he woke up, his hands had been tied to the legs of the table, all his clothes had been torn apart, and the objects he had held in his arms were found and laid out on the floor.
　　Xiao Ding was staring at those trivial things in a daze. There was powder in it, but he was unsure of what it was, and he didn't dare to try the risk casually.
　　Seeing Chen Zeming open his eyes, Xiao Ding showed him the small medicine bag and asked, "What is this?" Chen Zeming swept his eyes on the clutter for a week without speaking.
　　Xiao Ding immediately raised his hand and slapped him.
　　Chen Zeming's head was knocked to the side by him, but his expression was nonchalant.
　　Xiao Ding was even angrier. He clearly felt that the vitality was in front of him, but he couldn't find the way. People often could only be more anxious. He got up and looked around, picked up a broken piece of porcelain, turned and squatted down, and put the piece of porcelain into Chen Zeming's room.
　　"What about the antidote?!" The porcelain piece was sharp, stuck into the meat, and immediately a ray of bloodshed.

　　Chen Zeming didn't look at the porcelain piece. There was some real confusion between his brows, and he looked straight at Xiao Ding like a child.
　　This expression made Xiao Ding shudder.
　　While Xiao Dingzheng was surprised at his weird thinking, Chen Zeming suddenly said, "I really don't understand... Is it better to be hanged by the servants than now? Or do you prefer the bad wine in the palace? What are you struggling with... Xiao Ding? "
　　he stared at him coldly:"!! these are vain you will die no sound, the future historian will say deposed Xiao scheduled buried in the palace chambers, disappeared, "
　　Xiao definite sneer:" Chen Zeming Xiao Jin kills me, so he should send more people. How could it be possible that King Wei always went out alone?...... You hate me to this point, you would rather bear the charge and kill me yourself?"
　　Chen Zeming smiled flatly, "Of course I am. Hate you, how many things have you ruined me, don't you think I should hate you?"
　　Xiao Ding suddenly suffocated. This answer made sense. He felt a little annoyed when he heard it in person. After a moment of silence, Xiao Ding laughed: "It doesn't matter...what about the antidote?"
　　Chen Zeming answered the wrong question and sighed: "Now above the court, Du Jintan is in power. Long live far away on the battlefield. Waiting for him to make achievements, the class teacher will reply. The prestige of the dynasty has since reached a higher level. Who cares if there is a dispensable abandoned emperor in Jinghua Palace, do you think you can escape? Who will protect you? Who can protect you? "
　　he regretted closed my eyes:" Why do not I silly ...... whatever, with dignity imperial, keep quiet to die then? "
　　his voice was sincere.
　　It is precisely because of this sincerity that Xiao Ding is even angrier. He has a kind of annoyance that he has been teased, but he is helpless: "Chen Zeming...You are already crazy! I won't tell you, I can't give my life to a lunatic. Hand it, let it go!"
　　Besides, there are always variables in life. I would rather go to a dead end and end my life, even if such a posture is ugly. Xiao Ding didn't say that. He felt that Chen Zeming at the moment was unreasonable, and these truths would be unclear for a while.
　　Chen Zeming opened his eyes and was very frank: "Then there is no way...Sandumei has no cure. It seems that you have to accompany me to the end."
　　Xiao Ding was startled.
　　Suddenly he slashed a piece of porcelain in his hand, Chen Zeming snorted, the piece of porcelain made a deep mark on his arm, and blood immediately poured out.
　　Xiao Ding looked at the tile, there was still a ray of flesh and blood hanging on it, he suddenly felt very sick, and immediately smashed the tile out.
　　Xiao Ding said angrily: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet!!"
　　Of course, these words are meaningless, they are just venting, but in Xiao Ding's voice, there is a lot of blame.
　　This is a silly account.
　　Chen Zeming looked at him for a moment, and his voice was unusually calm: "How can there be so many happy things in life."
　　Xiao Ding was very angry, turned around, and rushed up to pinch his neck, squeezing a few words from his teeth: "You This lunatic shut up for me!" When

　　Xiao Ding【】, Chen Zeming couldn't help tensing his body and clenched his hands behind him into fists. The knuckles became a little white because of too much force.
　　This posture was extremely uncomfortable. He was slightly dizzy. It seemed that all these years were just a dream, and everything was just the beginning.
　　Both people's bodies were shockingly hot, and when this hatred turned into pure 【】, it was actually so strong.
　　The wound kept bleeding, Xiao Ding licked it with the tip of his tongue, sucking up the bleeding again and again.
　　The pain that the skin and flesh were turned back repeatedly came round, seeming to show the other party's malice. Chen Zeming could bear the pain, but could not stop the slight trembling that followed.
　　Xiao Ding swallowed the blood. He had to do this in order to vent his despair of desperation.
　　"Are you going to die with me?" Xiao Ding probably became a little dizzy, asking over and over again.
　　You hurt me, you hurt me, don't you accompany me?
　　Xiao Ding didn't know why that stroke would crook Chen Zeming's arm. He should cut this man's neck directly in order to avenge his murder. He didn't know why he was still interested in doing this to someone who forced him to swallow drugs and alcohol, not so much as a venting of anger, but as an act of intimacy beyond ordinary people.
　　Perhaps he also realized that leaving him alone to face all this is something more lonely and unbearable than death.
　　Death and loneliness always follow, and Xiao Ding is afraid.
　　The body under him [] buried those fears in these rough and seemingly lingering movements.
　　He【】It seems that that is the only way to solve the problem.