[BL, MTL] The Villain and I are Best Friends (Quick Wear)

Chapter 63: My Uncle and I are Best Friends (12)

The snowy night of New Year's Eve was like a watershed rejection signal. After that day, Zhao Chong really did not find any opportunity to step into the Qingyan Palace that had almost become half of his bedroom.

It's not that the young man took power from him so easily, it's just that when issuing decisions to the lower levels, Zhao Chong could clearly feel the slowness in the implementation of the decree.

It was as if someone had inserted several unnecessary gears into his huge national machine. Although it appeared to be normal, they really delayed or even destroyed the normal operation of Ling Dynasty in the hands of Zhao Chong.

But no matter how he investigated, Zhao Chong could not find a way for Ling An to communicate with the outside world. Even if he completely banned people in Qingyan Palace after New Year's Eve, those invisible and intangible gears were still extremely precise and conscientious. Carrying out the master's orders.

Coupled with Ling Rui's sudden attack, the royalists and radicals in the court were constantly arguing and arguing, and Zhao Chong, who was surrounded by enemies from both sides, really had no time to go to Qingyan Palace.

Even if the young man seemed harmless and stayed where he was, he would not be able to take another step into the ajar door.

--Knowing his desire for power, the young man really blocked him out in his own way.

Trapped in a cocoon, whenever he faced the troubling secret report alone late at night, Zhao Chong would unconsciously miss every quiet or intense night he spent with the young man, and at the same time laugh at himself for having been flushed by a beautiful woman. Stupid fool.

Time passed by in a hurry, and when Zhao Chong found an opportunity to be alone with the young man again, the winter jasmine that decorated the imperial garden had already spit out its buds.

Because he had been placed under an indefinite ban, the scope of the youth's activities was limited to a small area near the Qingyan Palace. Whether it was because the room was too stuffy or he wanted to bask in the sunshine outside, the young man lay in the Qing Dynasty without any royal dignity. Sitting on the rocking chair under the ancient tree outside Yan Palace, his posture was so leisurely that he did not look like an emperor under house arrest.

His face looked much better than on New Year's Eve. Standing in the blind spot of the young man's sight, Zhao Chong felt that the scene in front of him looked familiar.

It seems that there was once such a person...

Shaking his head to shake away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Zhao Chong turned around and wanted to leave, but was held back by the indifferent expression on the young man's face.

"Uncle Emperor is here?"

Just when Zhao Chong was getting entangled with his mother-in-law and his mother over something, the young man who seemed to be taking a nap suddenly opened his eyes and said something to the air. At first, Zhao Chong thought that the other party was cheating, but he It wasn't until the young man's eyes looked exactly in his direction that he realized that the other party had really discovered him.

Compared with the usual tit-for-tat confrontation, the young man's attitude at this moment can be called gentle. Seeing that he has exposed himself in front of the other party, Zhao Chong simply no longer avoids it -

he has not seen him for several months, and he really misses the person he once loved. Owned youth.

Originally, he thought it was just a taste of physical pleasure, but it wasn't until he was truly far away from each other that Zhao Chong realized that what he missed might be far more than that.

"It seems that your Majesty has been enjoying a very happy life without me," he clearly didn't want to open his mouth in such a heated manner | a drug-filled opening, but when Zhao Chong saw the young man's expression, he didn't think of himself at all. At that time, he inexplicably wanted to cause some discomfort to the other party, "Qingyan Palace is exquisite, and it is indeed suitable for trapping your majesty's noble canary." "

Now that things have happened, what does the emperor mean by saying this? "Raising his eyes and glancing at the man, the young man closed the blanket on his legs and said slowly, "Isn't the matter in the court not enough for the emperor?" "

It is indeed you." Zhao Chong met the young man's eyes, and he didn't know. At this moment, am I more angry or proud?

No matter what, all the sharp edges of the opponent are revealed bit by bit because of the fight with him. If Ling An is the flawless piece of jade that has bloomed, then Zhao Chong is the indispensable sharp edge on the opponent's road to success. stone.

"If the emperor's uncle hadn't bullied others too much, why would I have been forced to this point?" Avoiding the man's serious gaze, the young man tilted his head and focused his gaze on the vibrant flowers and plants beside him, "Under the emperor's uncle, Before you humiliated me like that, I obviously never thought about resisting."

"Humiliation?" Unexpectedly, the young man would position the relationship between the two here. Zhao Chong was holding his breath in his heart, and he almost wanted to chop the lush ancient tree behind the young man with one palm. , "Is this how Your Majesty views the relationship between you and me?"

"Otherwise?" As if he didn't understand the anger in the man's words, the young man said coldly, "A transaction that started with force, the emperor still wants to What definition of beauty can I give it?"

"Okay, very good." Zhao Chong smiled angrily, pinching the young man's delicate and fair but extremely hard chin, "Since Your Majesty said it was forced, then I will We must comply with the emperor's order and force him to continue."

"Zhao Chong!"

Different from the usual passive acceptance, the young man who had the dagger taken away quickly pulled out the hairpin, and then stabbed it into the man's shoulder without hesitation. .

There was a muffled groan, and the faint smell of blood spread between the two of them. Zhao Chong's left shoulder hurt, but he still did not let go of the young man's tightly pursed lips. His

tightly closed teeth were pinched by his chin and opened. All of his reason seemed to be shattered in such a kiss. He opened his eyes angrily, and the young man pushed the hairpin into the man's flesh bit by bit as if he was angry.

"Tick-tock-tick-"

The bright red blood dripped down the golden hairpin, and then inadvertently dyed the young man's well-maintained slender fingers red. After an unknown period of time, he bit them habitually as if to mark them. Zhao Chong licked the blood beads from the young man's lips, and finally returned the right to breathe to the other person with full satisfaction.

"You're crazy." Seeing the man leaning over and kissing himself with the hairpin as if he was losing all sense of pain, the young man was shocked to find that his right hand, which was stained with the other person's blood, was trembling imperceptibly.

"The world doesn't know, but your Majesty should have known about this king's madness." Zhao Chong held the young man's exposed slender wrist and helped him pull it back without blinking an eye. "For the one I love, I should Do whatever you can."

"This hairpin is precious, Your Majesty, you'd better keep it carefully in the future."

Blood splattered everywhere, but it was far less impactful than the words in the man's mouth. After being stunned for a second, the young man immediately sneered: "My beloved People? Zhao Chong, what kind of joke are you telling me?"

"Is it a joke? Your Majesty will find out in the future. -" He gently and ambiguously wiped away the silver thread mixed with a little red from the corner of the other party's lips. , Zhao Chong finally straightened out the messy threads in his heart that had disturbed him for months, "But love is love, power is power. In this court dispute, I will not give in even a little bit because of this." "Why do I need you?

Come and give way!" The man's words distracted his attention for a moment. The young man temporarily forgot about the shame caused by the previous scene, and suddenly pulled his wrist out of the man's hand. The young man lifted the soiled blanket, stood up, and went back. His own bedroom.

Familiar footsteps came from behind, and the young man walking in front suddenly stopped: "Stop outside the palace. If the emperor doesn't want to be stabbed again, it's best to stay away from me and my palace." "

Your Majesty misunderstood . "I just want to return this thing to its original owner." He opened the young man's blood-stained fingers, and Zhao Chong stuffed the hairpin that had been forgotten on the spot into his hand, "The days of confinement are boring, Your Majesty, you might as well think about it carefully. This is what I just said."

Unwilling to respond, the young man grasped the hairpin and turned around to leave, but found that someone was grabbing his sleeve again.

"What did the emperor say?" He really didn't want to go back to the dormitory with a "cut sleeve" look, and he really didn't want to fulfill the man's wish so easily. The young man snorted coldly and deliberately stepped on the bottom line of the other person's temper. Provocatively, "The wind was too loud just now, I didn't hear anything." "

Since your majesty didn't hear it, I don't mind saying it again," the young man pretended to kiss and threatened. Putting his wrist on his chest, "Ling An, I love you."

"I want you to be mine."

It was obviously the same sentence, but Lin Guo could clearly feel the completely different attitude of the other party. The heart was beating loudly under the fingertips, as if it was about to rush into his blood with the heat from the master's chest. He threw away his hand like an electric shock. Lin Guo knew clearly that he was acting, but he still couldn't help but get lost in it, forgetting about himself. The next line to say.

"It's really crazy." Lin Guo skillfully blocked the heat on his face with his messy hair. While he was glad that the other party finally got enlightened under his cold treatment, he couldn't help but wonder if he was suffering from the legendary disease. of Stockholm.

[Okay, okay, it's okay for an old couple to play tricks occasionally.] Seeing that Zhao Chong was finally willing to let his host go, Ling Shiyi, who had been shutting up and watching, finally got his ban lifted. [Besides, you just After the stabbing, he wouldn't be able to recover for ten days and a half. ]

[When you act, you have to do the whole thing. I've already been merciful, okay? ] There was still warm blood slipping between his fingers. Without looking back at the red line that he had dragged out behind him, Lin Guo forcibly suppressed the pain he felt for Zhao Chong in his heart. Add the restorative to his medicine and ensure that he will be as strong as an ox in three days. ]

[Forget it, I don't know why, I always feel that I will be exposed when I appear in front of the villain,] Shaking his head like a rattle, Zero Eleven flicked his ears and gave up on treating Zhao Chong, [In order not to affect the final outcome. Task rating, you'd better let Zhao Chong suffer for a while. ]

Lin Guo, who was wondering if he was really too harsh: "..." In fact, you are just lazy and don't want to work, right?

The king of a country returned with bloodstains all over his body, but the palace attendants in Qingyan Palace still did not panic or make any noise. They had already seen everything in the dark and Xishun Gong stepped forward and silently handed the wet handkerchief to the other party's hand.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you humans." Seeing his host suddenly fall into silence, Zero Eleven sighed like a grown-up, "Why are you so selflessly immersed in the scene just now if you feel distressed?" ]

[Because I want him to know that the method he used before was wrong.] Wiping the blood on his hands carefully, Lin Guo answered without thinking, [Zhao Chong owed me that stabbing. ]

Unequal love is difficult to last long. Only when the grudges are cleared and the wounds are scabbed, this relationship will not be a fleeting epiphyllum.