Chapter 2273 The White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (61)
The grotesque sunlight was dazzling, and the mottled light and shadow fell on the boy's face through the bamboo forest, and the treetops cast beautiful shadows.
The young man's eyes seemed to be reflecting the light from the sun, and fine pieces of pale gold were laid in the dark pupils, like stars falling from the Milky Way.
a long time,
The young emperor hummed lightly and said, "There is one."
His voice was very soft, floating in the air along the warm wind, and the reverberation echoed.
"Is that the young master?" The host didn't seem surprised, and asked in silence, but he had already guessed the answer in his heart.
"Can't you?" Chu Huai didn't answer the question directly, but asked back with an erratic smile on his lips.
"Your Majesty has come all the way to today, the road in the past was extremely difficult, and now..." Master Huiyun said.
But before he finished speaking, Chu Huai lowered his long eyelashes, and said quietly, his voice seemed to be chilled by thousands of years: "I have nothing at all."
He said "I", not "I".
Why are you afraid of losing again?
Chu Huai leaned there lazily, his eyes as dark as deep ink seemed to be smiling, but also didn't seem to be smiling.
The young emperor lowered his eyes quietly, his long eyelashes covering his eyes.
He never thought before that he would fall in love with a mysterious and unpredictable person who might even kill him
Still a... teenager.
He once swore against the blood all over the floor, against the ashes of his only relative,
In this life, I will never trust anyone again, and I will never fall in love with anyone in this world.
But now,
He still chose this road, the road of no return.
How cheap people can be, he showed it vividly.
"This is the way of the world, if Your Majesty wants to be with that person, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."
"Whoever refuses to accept will be killed." The young emperor raised his eyes, his dark eyes were as empty as a pool of stagnant water, even the strong wind could not stir up waves, and the huge waves could not stir up waves, leaving only a cold pool with no focus and dead silence.
There is no warmth like looking at a dead body, and everyone in the world is a dead body.
His expression was indifferent, and his voice was chilling, as if carrying the coldness of thousands of years of ice and snow.
Even if it is shocking, how can it be so? Secular shackles are meant to be broken.
What he wants, he must get.
No one can stop it.
Facing Master Huiyun's dazed expression, Chu Huai changed the subject, smiled slightly,
"You are the only elder I respect, and I also hope that I can receive your blessing."
"There has always been a wishing tree in the temple. Everyone who comes to the temple to offer incense and worship Buddha will go to make a wish under the wishing tree. If your majesty wants to, go."
"I don't believe in Buddhism." Chu Huai snorted coldly, and said something casually, his thick and curly eyelashes covered his eyes, like a rogue perched on butterfly wings.
Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas. If he believed in that, he would not be what he is today.
The host smiled and didn't speak again.
just the next day,
He passed the wishing tree,
Looking at the young emperor who was always proud and arrogant, he stood under the tree and hung the handwritten note on the branch reverently.
the breeze blows,
The branch of the old tree was swaying, the shadow of the tree whirled, and the golden bell scraped on it rang slightly with the paper, making a crisp sound.
The young man was dressed in black, with a slender figure and fluttering sleeves, looking like a wind.
The host was stunned, and he couldn't help laughing, his voice sounded like a sigh: "It's really a child..."
Return to Beijing again after the sacrifice,
Leaving Beijing this time, he was already making small moves in private.
I don't know whether he is rectifying those people in the capital or thoroughly investigating the assassin, but Chu Huai seems to be very busy, the kind who hardly sees anyone for a day.
The memorials placed on the single table are almost piled up into a mountain.
"Help me study ink." Chu Huai pushed the inkstone to Ranbai, leaned lazily on the chair, flipped through the memorial with his slender, fair fingers, and looked dispirited.
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