The Script Is Not Like This! Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Confession

Since Qing Emperor felt good and laughed and waved, he thought immediately and prepared a table and a chair for tea and sweets.

But do young unofficial leaders always feel that something is wrong? Did not two people visit the disease of Zhuo Shilang? Why do they like to come to the garden to watch a drama …

Look at the nose and nose, slowly and honestly stood behind Qing Emperor, he did not care.

“Come on.” Qing Emperor patted the palm of the hand twice. The guard at the door came in and presented two boxes. One of them was filled with a hundred-year-old king in a red satin, and the other box was filled with a variety of snacks.

“This is only a tribute to the king. It is also a tribute to the two kingdoms. There are also two of them that you love to eat. You have to eat the banquet room this morning. Seeing that you are so thin, isn't it sorrowful? Come, eat and see if you don't fit your appet.i.te?”

Zhuo Fan hardened his neck and opened his face: “The micro-minister fears, can't bear such a deep love…”

Of course, Xiao Han knows that Zhuo Fan will not accept it. If he hasn't finished talking about it, he will say with joy and happiness: "Ginseng is taken back, and the snacks are left to eat."

Zhuo Fan: “…”

Xian Fu had a face of worship, how diligent and economical! If you change another master, it will definitely be that you would rather lose it on the ground.

Zhuo Fan was not worried about his knees. He didn't feel good at all. He slammed down to the ground. Xiao Han, who had already prepared for a long time, rushed forward and grabbed people. He took the shoulders. He looked at him distressedly: “This floor is so cold, the outside is freezing cold, you are still sick, how can you not care for your body?”

Waiting for Zhuo Fan's answer, Xiao Han frowned and said: “Look, there is no door in your room!”

Zhuo Fan who was struggling in the arms of the Qing Emperor felt a little bit bad at the moment: “…that seems to be the one you took down!”

Xiao Han chose to ignore this sentence and continue to express his deep feelings: “Last night is not good, you should not be left out, you will go back to the palace, you will compensate you.”

Thinking of those sad words that are unbearable to look back, Zhuo Fan has pushed his strength and pushed him away: “The emperor, please forgive the rudeness of Zhuo Fan, that is, the puppies that you raise are also tempered! Not to mention that I am a master or a man. The words you said yesterday, the micro-committee has completely wanted to understand, see clearly, and will never be as silly and delusional as before! The cold weather, the cold house, the emperor is still good to go back to the palace early, so as not to anger the empress It's also a matter of counting down the charms of the emperor, and blaming the country and the people, these guilts, the micro-speakers can't afford it!"

The northerly winds whizzing past, blowing the hair and messy, and the pale face was slightly flushed due to the surge of blood.

He said this very hard, his emotions, his chest violently ups and downs, his eyes slightly red, barely glaring at the Qing Emperor, a weak and strong and strong look, really smelling tears, seeing the heart hurt.

On weekdays, the Qing Emperor, who was intimate and indifferent, was greeted by Zhuo Fan, and he was full of apologies.

Xiao Han's apology was sincere, so he said with sincerity: "There is a door in the palace."

“…”

The faint literary grief of the full house suddenly fell into a strange silence.

There was a weird “giggle” in the throat of Zhuo Fan, and he didn't know if it was caught by the saliva.

On the other side, Prince Wen, who was sitting on the side of the tea, accidentally sprayed the tea that had just been drunk into the teacup. Fortunately, he tried his best to control the movement. The Qing Emperor did not notice him, only the cleverness of the dog's legs. Xian Fu changed him a cup.

“Cough, I mean,” Xiao Han brewed a feeling, only slowly said, “Those things that the Queen secretly did, of course, knowing well, you can rest a.s.sured, those who maliciously hurt you, I will definitely pay it back. If you are willing to go back to the palace with a good retreat, as long as you are willing to pamper yourself, how can you compare yourself to other mediocre powders?”

The dialogue was finally turned back to the correct track, and Zhuo Fan sighed and sighed quietly: “The imperial court can't believe this, but the emperor still wants to return.”

“Oh, that's okay.” Xiao Han shrugged, and he left the hand and left the room with Xian Fu. He stood up and returned to the chair.

“…”

Zhuo Fan did not respond there, but fortunately Prince Wen naturally intervened in a timely manner: “Minister Zhuo is not cold, it should be a good rest, since it is not willing to enter the palace, it is the same in the government, and you have already visited It's better to go back to the palace earlier, to take care of the day, or to stay in the middle of the government."

Although Xiao Han had long missed the warm fire and the fluffy blanket in the Changqing Temple, he still had to finish the lines. Fortunately, there was only one sentence left in his line. The follow-up was just “seeing Prince Wen and Zhuo Fan,” “family close to the bonfire”, “dark self-importance”, “the idea of ​​forcing people into the palace” and so on.

So, thinking about leaving early is also Xiao Han, who walked directly to the outside of the house, while walking, not salty, said: “Prince Wen, Zhuo Fan is a sly person, if you know the words, it is better to stay away. Zhuo Fan, I said that you will do it if you compensate.”

When this sentence was finished, others had already left the distance, and the two people couldn't hear it as a problem. It was like talking to the air.

He walked along the corridor to the corner, the wall was a paper window, Xiao Han lamented in his heart, yesterday the script let Zhuo Fan listen to the corner for a long time, this time it is his turn.

Is there a live GV in the future?

Feeling frustrated, the spirit of the emptiness of the small side of the screaming is not to be absent, while strengthening the hard overlord under the hard-line comfort of the infatuated cannon ash top, “half-pushing half”, “incapable of being forced” is overwhelmed to roll the sheets?

Afterwards, there will be another self-destruction and even death to live. The heart is like a dead-hearted, empty-hearted, sympathetic, and then the cannon-ash top is immediately “full of heart but not regretting the strong desire”, “more favored and vowed to attack the small card from the real card.” Grab it.”

Then the bottom was entangled in the heart and thought about the sc.u.m top, but the body had to “have to be topped by the infatuated cannon ash, and it also produced”, “in fact, this person is only asking for my infatuation and not very poor, although I don't love him”. But don't blame him too much.

Xiao Han is all maliciously speculating that anyway, the script is a virtue.

Mom is an egg, Lao Tzu engages you once is to play with your feelings, hurt your self-esteem, turn your head and turn your face and not recognize people, being topped by cannon ash is justifiable, sympathy and pity?

It's not easy to be a slag top!

Xiao Han retired from the entourage, and gloomy face poked a hole in the paper window. Anyway, it was a free base game, not looking at it.

For the wretched act of the Qing Emperor, the two people in the house certainly did not know. At this moment, Zhuo Fan is sitting on the bed, and his head is low. Prince Wen is standing at the edge of the bed. He slowly said these words of comfort and persuasion: “This king should not bother you to rest, but see you so sad. Pain, this king can't be a.s.sured.”

“w.a.n.g Ye is so worried, it really makes me horrified. I don't know how Zhuo Fan can do it, so that w.a.n.g Ye cares so much about me?” Zhuo Fan looked up, but he saw Prince Wen's look drifting, and asked with concern, “What happened to w.a.n.g Ye? "

“Ah, this king… This king just remembers when he first met you.”

Zhuo Fan: “Is it not in the early morning?”

Shaking his head, Prince Wen sighed and said in a lonely voice: “Oh, it seems that you have forgotten it. It doesn't matter, the king remembers it in his heart.”

Seeing Zhuo Fan's face is incomprehensible, Wen Muyan paused for a long time, and the words and thoughts stopped for a long while. Finally, with a tone of remembrance and nostalgia, he narrates faintly: “This king is not the only son of his father. There is also a half-brother of the same family. He is not a long-term, but the mother is the daughter of the middle-aged cadre. Although the mother of the king is a king, but the mother's family is in the middle, the power is far worse than the aunt. Therefore, both of them, both of them, regarded me as a stab in the eyes, and secretly planned to kill me, so that my second brother would inherit the position of Prince Wen.”

“I still remember that my father was ordered to go out and the mother-in-law went there. I was left in the palace because I was not rushed because of illness. The two mothers almost sneaked at me. Fortunately, my mother left me a guard. I was forced to escape from the life. “At that time, there was heavy rain outside. I was seriously injured. I fled for three days and three nights. I was full of wolverines and fled to a broken temple. I felt thirsty and hungry. And there is exactly one person in the temple that is sheltering from the rain…”

Ah! The original person is–” Hearing this, Zhuo Fan remembered that he had saved a dying young man in a ruined temple a few years ago, but the other person was covered in blood and his face was Sludge and wet hair cover, no one can recognize who it is. Unexpectedly, this person is the same person as Prince Wen, who is handsome in front of him.

Wen Muyan nodded with a smile and continued: “When I thought that my life was not long, you gave me the water and food around me, and I also found a doctor to treat me. If not, I am afraid that I have not By the time the loyal to my guard came, I was already dead. You saved my life, so from that day on, I have kept your mind on my heart.”

“I have been looking for you all these years, but I have not found it until I saw you in the court on that day. Do you know how surprised I was at that time?”

Prince Wen gently stroked Zhuo Fan's delicate cheeks, said emotionally: “You appeared in my most helpless, desperate, most painful time, brought me the will and hope of survival, then I found out ,I already……”

Having said that, Wen Muyan suddenly stopped like a tape jam, and his face became a little pale. He pressed his palm to his chest and then continued: “…has fallen in love with you deeply.”

Zhuo Fan's eyes widened and he didn't know what to say.

Outside the window, Xiao Han was screaming at the corner, and sneering in his heart. Why don't you think about the guards who have lost your life?

He really couldn't stand the tone of this art and acidity, and he had a goose b.u.mp. He regretted that he had eaten too many snacks, which would be sour in his stomach.

On the other side, Wen Muyan is still confessing deeply: “I was destined to pa.s.s this life with you for the sake of this life. I regret that life is forever. I hope that G.o.d will let you reunite again. This time, I will never look at it. You disappeared into my life…”

Xiao Han don't know if it is his illusion. It seems that Wen Muyan's face has become paler and his face is somewhat stiff.

“…If there is no you, how dark and boring my life is, even if the whole world is placed in front of me, it will not be yours…”

“And not a glimpse of you…”

“One by one…”

Wen Muyan seems to be getting harder and harder. When he talks, he vomits…

Just spit…

Vomited……

Up…

“What happened to w.a.n.g Ye?!” Zhuo Fan was shocked. He looked at him with horror as he was still screaming at the intestines. Prince Wen suddenly began to vomit and became scared.

Xiao Han outside the house was also shocked. Was this goods vomited by nausea

Seeing Wen Muyan's quick recovery, he quickly took the tea and sipped his mouth, rubbed his face and cleaned himself up. This smiled at Zhuo Fan's smile: "Sorry, maybe it's something that's broken, a little bit nausea, vomiting and vomiting.”

“Oh, w.a.n.g Ye is fine.” Zhuo Fan put down his heart, and the look was a sneer, and he lowered his eyes and said quietly. “…I don't know the heart of the prince, but I am now more than sorrowful, really powerless.” Think of these sad and disappointing things…”

From the perspective of Xiao Han, he can only see the front of Wen Muyan. He swears that he has never seen the eye. He clearly saw that the goods had turned a blind eye in the invisible place!

The mouth is more gentle and said: “Don't think about it, don't think, rest a.s.sured, this king will never be like you.”

When he said it, he saw Wen Muyan's face twisted and he put on the handsome black hair. The latter was shocked. He didn't want to avoid it, but he was forced to hold his shoulders by Wen's words, and he wanted to kiss.

“w.a.n.g Ye can't! w.a.n.g, w.a.n.g Ye, please let me go – oh… don't…”

Although the mouth was so struggling, Zhuo Fan's hand that refused to be rejected was like an embroidered one, and it was easily pressed down by Wen's words. The Tang Dynasty's Qing Emperor squatted on the window, and one eye stuck in the hole, and it was said to be a relish. By the way, he didn't forget to vomit in hi heart. Wen Muyan's power is so small that it's too small to die. Comrade Zhuo Fan is obviously tired of being able to get tired by weight alone. What kind of softness is this now?

However, for a moment, Zhuo Fan was pulled away by the Prince Wen, and was unable to press on the bed with only a sorrowful gasp.

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