My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Fanwai II

[Fan Wai 2]

　　That night, there was a lantern festival in Beijing.
　　On such a night, women who never go out can take to the streets in a fair manner. Accordingly, there were more disciples. There are too many children, this is a lively time.
　　Countless lanterns of various colors hang in mid-air and flow down the road. A long string is like a star river, brightly lit under the eaves of the road, and people look at it from time to time. At this moment, the housing prices on these two sides are so high that non-powers can't enter the building.
　　The hawkers were hawking from the four parties. They were very active. It is said that sometimes they could even encounter the red envelopes distributed by Jing Yin himself, and the pedestrians who came and went were beaming.
　　So even though it was night, it was a bit more noisy than usual.

　　Yang Liang followed Xiao Ding a few steps away. This was a good distance. He could see everyone passing by Xiao Ding at a glance, none of them fell. Xiao Ding was accompanied by only a small servant. It was really unsafe for him to act privately, but he couldn't convince the angry Xiao Ding.
　　"Who is the ruler and who is the minister."
　　Xiao Ding's cold words were enough to make him dumb.
　　Xiao Ding would use the rules of rulers and ministers to suppress him, which meant that he was already angry to a certain extent, and Yang Liang should not say any more.
　　However, it was a human life, the life of an innocent person, he really couldn't help but say. He will be conscientious.

　　It rained suddenly, and pedestrians on both sides began to rush away.
　　The raindrops wet the paper lanterns, and the candlelights were extinguished one by one. When I recovered, the number of people on the road had dropped sharply, and the sky had dimmed a lot. The noisy sky seemed to be a dream, and it was fleeting.
　　Xiao Ding turned his head to look for him, Yang Liang rushed to him, covered his head with his sleeve, and dragged him under the eaves. The little servant also hurriedly followed.
　　The rain is getting worse.
　　This is a folk house, the eaves are not wide, but Xiao Ding refused to let go. Yang Liang had to lean against his shoulder to shoulder, and they glanced at each other.
　　The temperature of each other passed through some moist clothes, and there was some ambiguity in the rising heat. Xiao Ding couldn't help but stretch his arm around his waist. When Yang Liang turned his head, his lips almost touched the bridge of his nose.
　　He had the urge to kiss. The rain dripped from the eaves and dripped on his shoulder on the other side. The sudden cold made him awake a lot, so he resisted it. This is called ear rubbing.
　　Although there are fewer pedestrians, there are still people peeking out at the window from time to time. They adjust the opening tacitly, as if they have opened the distance between the two, but hold their hands in the dark shadow that outsiders can't see.
　　The little waiter was wisely separated from them, looking out at the rain.
　　The palms of both of them were dry, Xiao Ding tightened his fingers, and Yang Liang remained silent.
　　He raised his head and stared at the strands of thread falling between the gutters, paying attention...if he could see clearly.
　　After watching for a while, he finally couldn't help turning his head back, Xiao Ding's eyes were gleaming in the dark like a beast, looking straight at him. He smiled, turned to the beginning, after a moment, and then turned around, Xiao Ding was still looking at him.
　　When they met each other again and again, they seemed to gradually return to their teenage years. It was still the sky that collapsed outside, but they couldn't understand the age at all, and they didn't feel the tenderness overflowed.
　　Yang Liang stretched out his hand, almost touching his face, but took it back at the last minute.
　　Outside the eaves, pedestrians passed by with umbrellas, Yang Liang turned his head and looked at the rain curtain, and said, "I'll buy an umbrella."
　　Xiao Ding was startled, and he was relieved as expected.
　　Yang Liang rushed out a few steps and dared to turn around when he reached the corner. Xiao Ding always looked in this direction.
　　It was too rainy, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. Looking dimly, Xiao Ding's figure was much taller than before, but there was still the shadow of the down-and-out prince on the outline.
　　Yang Liang couldn't help feeling soft, and the suffocating breath that hadn't been relieved actually faded.

　　Xiaoyao Dan is a kind of pill, but it is poisonous. How can you give it to Chen Zeming? Is that young man not innocent enough? It shouldn't be a sin to look alike. When Yang Liang said this, he was guilty of the past, and he was also indifferent to Xiao Ding's anger.
　　But Chen Zeming was rescued by himself and never left the root cause of the disease.
　　He despised himself struggling like this, but he still couldn't overcome his impulse to forgive Xiao Ding. He hated Xiao Ding's unwarranted viciousness and even more hated his lack of principle.
　　What he couldn't help thinking about was how they did it, Xiao Ding, he...
　　Such a thought was fleeting, he lowered his head and didn't want to think about it anymore.

　　However, things are always so coincidental. He bought an umbrella and came back. A pair of young men and women stood under the other roof. He walked by accidentally and heard a familiar voice. He couldn't help but stop. The young man was so When he was surprised that he was there, he opened his mouth in surprise: "...Brother Yang?"
　　He looked at the young man and woman and had to sigh where he did not meet in life.
　　When Chen Zeming knew that Xiao Ding was also here, his face immediately changed.
　　Yang Liang looked at the seven-foot man unexpectedly showing fear without knowing it. He felt a little clear and pity, but he was more guilty and uneasy.
　　What did he think about, this man was forced, he had no intention of this and reluctantly yielded. For a man, isn't this the biggest humiliation in the world, but he can still be jealous.
　　From this day on, he deliberately approached Chen Zeming.
　　Chen Zeming has been involved, no one is protecting him, and Yang Liang can't think of how long he can last. He can solve the poison of Xiaoyao Pill, but is there anything else? He dared not let go. He let it go once. There has already been one Yuyan, so there cannot be a second one. Yang Liang felt terrified. The innocent blood caused by him was corrosive, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
　　However, this approach triggered Xiao Ding's malice even more.
　　Yang Liang felt at a loss, he couldn't solve such a deadlock. Sometimes he wondered, would he alienate Chen Zeming, Xiao Ding's anger would calm down, and the hurtful desire he had released would converge? However, he is really not sure. Before the expedition, he gave the jade card to Chen Zeming, hoping that Xiao Ding would still be able to recite the relationship between the two at the last minute and take into account his own feelings.
　　Xiao Ding had been suppressed for too long. Once the powerful pressure was released, he would indulge his own sharp claws and tear all those who dared to touch him, and he didn't care whether the other party deserved it. There are no scales and no limits. When can this sharp malice be eliminated?
　　He can only do his best.

　　In their lives, what is the most correct approach?
　　Such a question, at this moment, no one can give a real answer...

The author has something to say: 

I have been sitting in front of the computer for a long time and haven't typed a word, so I have to post this extra note to show that I haven't stopped writing... Besides, I'll post it here too. Those who like to read historical essays can do so. Take a look. They are all the blood-bearing books in my impression—"The Turning Point of History", "Bleeding Official Career", "Later Three Kingdoms", "Thirty People in the Late Qing Dynasty", "Emperor's Will", "Daming Dynasty" "Seven Faces", it is said that history must be written to attract people. It is really important to have a basic knowledge of writing. For example, what kind of king, he was in contradiction with the bright moon of the year. The writing is really unsightly, and it is obviously so wonderful. Wu Ranhua, written for him as boiled water... The above are a few books that I think are very knowledgeable. The recommendation is all five stars. By the way, there is also the popular "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", which is also five stars~~