Chapter 652: The Living Dead

Liao Chongwu was standing at the gate of the palace, straighter than the stone lions standing on both sides of the gate. He looked at the two huge red lanterns under the eaves expressionlessly, but his heart was about to jump out nervously. His lips trembled slightly, and the voice he made could only be heard by himself: "One, two, three, four..."

When he counted to one hundred and eighty-eight, Gao Zhiqi trotted out of the palace, and Liao Chongwu went up to meet him in a hurry, so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly: "Jun, the prince of the county..."

"Brother Liao, the king of the county invites you in." Gao Zhiqi smiled and led Liao Chongwu into the palace.

...

Sleeping hall.

When Liao Chongwu opened the door and came in, Zhong Ming'e was sitting on the soft couch reading a book. He should have just bathed. The moon-white coat was loosely worn on his body, and his wet hair was loose. When the door opened, his hand trembled suddenly, and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground, but he still held it firmly. He didn't turn his head to look at the person, but he couldn't read it. What's the matter, but his peripheral vision is always glued to the person who came.

"This subordinate has met His Highness," Liao Chongwu walked up to Zhong Ming'e, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and stared at the white ankle that was exposed. The black satin upper only set off his ankle. Like white jade, Liao Chongwu couldn't breathe just looking at the soft whiteness, and when he spoke again, his voice was very hoarse, "Your Majesty respectfully invites Jin An."

"Get up," Zhong Ming'e finally put down the book in his hand. He tried hard not to show his emotions. He watched Liao Chongwu get up from the ground, and saw the yearning and thirst that could not be concealed in Liao Chongwu's eyes. Turning his head away, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, while pointing to the drum stool opposite, "Stop sticking, sit down."

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness." Liao Chongwu wanted to move the stool forward so that he could get closer to Zhong Ming'e. It was impossible for him to do anything wrong with Zhong Ming'e, but if he got closer, he could smell more. The breath on Zhong Ming'e's body was just that he looked at the silence on Zhong Ming'e's face, and he sat down so well-behaved without moving the stool after all.

Relatively speechless, Liao Chongwu stared at Zhong Ming'e without blinking, while Zhong Ming'e kept looking down at the teacup in his hand. In fact, what's so good about a teacup? It's just that he didn't dare to look up at all, afraid of meeting Liao Chongwu's fiery eyes, and even more afraid of letting Liao Chongwu see his hopeless tears.

He is really worthless. When he got his will and knew that he was going to the imperial mausoleum, he started to be worthless. Don't mention how tormented he has been these few days. He has been working hard all the way, but his His spirit was high, as if he had always been a living dead man, only now he lived so vividly, the farther he was from the imperial city and the closer he was to the imperial mausoleum, the more hopeless he was. Seeing the towering and majestic imperial mausoleum, his heart almost burst out, but, how could he do this?

He is the majestic Yipin Huijun King, or... he is about to become a father, how could he be so disregarded for a man?

So, in the end, he held back, and instead of going to the imperial mausoleum, he came directly to the palace. He soaked himself in cold water and tried to wake himself up, but when Gao Zhiqi came in to report that Liao Chongwu was asking for an interview, he was still insane. He got out of the bath in a hurry, without caring about wiping himself clean, with his wet hair on his head, he rushed over.

Then, since the door was pushed open, his eyes were wet.

He never thought about what Liao Chongwu meant to him, but at this time, he clearly knew that Liao Chongwu was the source of all the joy in this life for him. Without Liao Chongwu, he might be able to live a smooth and noble life, but he is destined This life is just a living dead, only Liao Chongwu can make him happy, make every inch of his skin and every strand of hair feel happy.

"Your Highness, you have lost weight." After a while, Liao Chongwu opened his mouth first. He actually had nothing to say. Today, he is just a mere guard guarding the imperial mausoleum. Woolen cloth? But there were countless things in his heart that he wanted to say to Zhong Ming'e, but he didn't know where to start. Also, when facing Zhong Ming'e, he was always clumsy with his tongue.