Chapter 715

He can't believe Zhong Minge's feelings for him, but that's the fact. Maybe Zhong Minge didn't think so much, but he can't help thinking about Zhong Minge day and night because of the empty imperial mausoleum and the lonely days. He thinks too much, but because of it, he feels more depressed and melancholy.

He felt that he should let go, especially after Zhong Minge had given up on his own initiative. He should forget the past, guard the imperial mausoleum in a down-to-earth way, and hold a meager salary. After a few years, he finally let go, and married a daughter-in-law to have a baby, an'ansheng, for the rest of his life.

However, with the advent of the mid Yuan Festival, all of Liao Chongwu's senses collapsed in front of Zhong Minge's tears. He knew that he couldn't let go of Zhong Minge at all. When he didn't see Zhong Minge, he could deceive himself. But as soon as he saw Zhong Minge, he only knew who his heart belonged to in his whole life, so he recognized that his whole life would not be over No matter how rugged it is, he knows it. He just wants to accompany Zhong Minge. He doesn't want to be named or promised. He doesn't want anything. As long as he can be around Zhong Minge, as long as Zhong Minge has a place in his heart, that's enough.

He is willing to do anything for Zhong Minge, whether it's going up the sword mountain or down the fire sea. However, shortly after Zhong Minge left the imperial mausoleum, he heard about the rumors of the capital, but suddenly found that he could not do anything, and even brought endless troubles to Zhong Minge. Then he fell into depression again.

After a few days of deliberation, he wrote the letter. Every word was written correctly, but every word was written with tears and blood. If the most important thing in Zhong Minge's heart is always the emperor's chair, then he is willing to complete, even if he can only do so.

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"Liao Chongwu, it's not because of you, our business, people don't know at all." Liao Chongwu was speechless for a long time, Zhong Minge also noticed his mood. Now he looked up at Liao Chongwu, stroked his green and gloomy chin, and said in a deep voice, "it's Prince Rong, his mother and son, who are trying to ruin my reputation in the previous dynasty, and one is marrying in the harem It's a misfortune to the mother and the concubine. Fortunately, the father and the emperor are sensible. That's why they didn't succeed. "

"Then you let them ruin your reputation like this?" Liao Chongwu was a little worried. "You don't know how outsiders talk about you. You really can't go on like this."

"But how can such rumors be countered so as to block the long mouth of those who start good things?" Asked Zhong Minge.

Liao Chongwu can't catch up. Yes, the most important thing in the capital is rumors. But there are rumors in the world about the famous officials and ministers, even the emperor's sons and concubines. It's human nature. If you press it down, it will come out again soon. In the face of rumors, there is never a quick solution, unless it is

Iron blood suppression.

"Others have no way, but I have," Zhong ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu's silent face, and suddenly smiled cunningly. He pinched his cheek and said, "I don't care how the common people talk about me. I only care about the father. In a short time, I will report to the father that the princess of Huijun is pregnant in March. When you say that, the father is the king What would you think? Did he listen to the rumor and think I was a broken sleeve, or would he decide that someone had planted it? "

"It doesn't matter what's next. What's the most important thing for the longevity master?" Liao Chongwu nodded, suddenly relaxed, but there was no reason to be a little sad.

"So you're not allowed to think about anything, and you're not allowed to have any ridiculous ideas about getting a wife, you know?" Zhong Minge said calmly, "you don't know that I'm going to be pissed off by you these days. I'm afraid that if I come late, you will..."

"What happened to me?" Liao Chongwu looked at his wheezing face and couldn't help laughing.

"You're in someone else's bed!" Zhong Minge said, "you don't know how worried I am. I've never ridden all day and all night. I'm going to break my waist. How can I know when I meet you..."

"What happened to me?" Liao Chongwu still smiles, but the two hands in the quilt are rubbing Zhong Minge's waist.

"Liao Chongwu..." Zhong Minge didn't answer, just stared at him for a long time without blinking, then plunged his head into his arms again, rubbed his chest lightly, sighed softly, "how can I like you so much?"

It seems to be asking Liao Chongwu, and it seems to be asking himself.