Wei Lian felt that since Ji Yue came back from Ganquan Temple that day, he had become a little strange.

Specifically, it is...it is even more sticky to him.

They had a good relationship in the past, but they were not inseparable, and they always had their own space. For example, when Ji Yue was dealing with official business, Wei Lian never consciously refused to disturb him.

But now it is different. Ji Yue has to take him with him to review memorials, and sometimes he will ask for his opinions.

Wei Lian was born into a royal family, and the emperor's mind is no problem. He is also a good at handling political affairs. He can naturally solve the problem perfectly, but I think it is quite strange.

"Didn't Qin's law stipulate that the harem cannot interfere in politics? You are not afraid of being criticized by censors."

Ji Yue replied: "Wilang's extraordinary talent is not a pity if he is buried?"

"I don't believe this." Wei Lian spread a memorial in front of him. "Even such a memorial is asked by me, why do I think... are you planning to let me take over all matters of the court?"

Wei Lian never asked about the Qin State's government affairs and did not know all kinds of details. Now, Ji Yue seemed to deliberately make him familiar with the control, which made Wei Lian suspicious.

His words were so rebellious that he clearly stated, "Are you going to let me be regent?" It's really not something that ordinary people dare to ask.

Ji Yue didn't care and sighed helplessly: "Gu is so tired of criticizing these memorials that are piled up like a mountain. Wei Xiaolian, you are so smart and capable, can't you help Gu solve his problems?"

He said as he leaned on the back of the chair, looking tired, as if he really thought these piles of folds were so tired.

Wei Lianding looked at him, suppressed his doubts, and drew the next memorial to help Ji Yue review it.

His original handwriting was sharp and restrained, and since he made it clear to Ji Yue, he was no longer lazy to disguise it. The vigorous and free and easy fonts were vividly displayed on the paper, and the force was radiant on the back of the paper.

This is his real handwriting, his handwriting is like his person, and he is born arrogant.

When imitating Ji Yue's handwriting, it is also very vivid and has a very similar shape.

Ji Yue leaned against the back of the chair and quietly looked at Wei Lian's side face who was carefully reviewing the memorials. His lowered eyes were slightly sad.

Master Jingchen's words were still in his ears that day.

"The disaster is about to arise, and there will be a bloody disaster in the southeast."

"The method of transforming disasters lies with the donor beside you just now."

"I see... the death robbery is full of danger."

...

Ji Yue closed his eyes, pressed his fingers against his forehead, and said nothing for a long time.

On the one hand, it is the safety of the people, and on the other hand, it is Wei Lian's life. If Wei Lian leaves, it will die for a lifetime, and there will be no return; if Wei Lian does not go, disasters will spread and countless casualties will be injured.

How should he ?

What should he do?

-

Wei Lian and Ji Yue are both masters in acting. Wei Lian has acted for so long but Ji Yue has not seen any flaws. Similarly, if Ji Yue really wants to hide it from someone, Wei Lian will not notice any abnormalities.

Now the two of them have a mutual understanding, and they can understand what the other person is thinking with just one look. Wei Lian is keen on his mind. Although he can't tell what is wrong with Ji Yue's actions in the past few days, he has put it in his heart and is temporarily suppressed and not express it.

...The weirdest thing is on the couch.

Ji Yue seemed to have taken spring medicine, and whenever he had time, he would take him to Wushan together. Wei Lian originally thought it was just a fun, and his passion was full of passion, and nothing could be wrong. He let him do it, but later he realized something was wrong.

...too much.

No matter how crazy Ji Yue was in the past, he was always concerned about his body. Even on the night of Guan’s birthday, he called out “Husband”, and Ji Yue immediately became soft-hearted.

But this period is obviously not.

Ji Yue was getting gentler to him under the bed, but he was really getting more and more domineering on the bed. No matter what he said, he would never stop. Even if he cried until he called "husband", he would only be treated more fiercely.

Wei Lian vaguely felt that Ji Yue was venting something, but whenever he asked inadvertently during the day, Ji Yue looked as usual and said, "I was very energetic recently", or simply closed his lips and hugged him on the couch without explaining it. Wei Lian would soon be kissed by him so much that he could no longer ask.

So crazy.

All this made Wei Lian think of a word.

Resist and linger.

He was really about to die, and was tortured by Ji Yue to die in bed.

The body became more and more familiar with each other, but the heart felt increasingly distant. They still fell in love, but under each hot kiss was the increasingly cold heart, and the endless panic spread.

His lover had something to do, but he knew nothing.

This made Wei Lian extremely irritable and a little sad.

He felt that he and Ji Yue were two people who were trapped in the shell. He finally came out and braved great courage to present everything to Ji Yue without reservation, but Ji Yue retreated for some reason.

He stood outside Ji Yue's shell and couldn't even knock it open.

Then, Wei Lian secretly left the palace.

It was only after Ji Yue came back from Ganquan Temple that day that something went wrong. He had to know what Ji Yue said to Master Jingchen at that time.

"Amitabha." Jingchen came out of the Zen room and saw a young man wearing a hat standing at the door. He chanted the Buddha's name, but it seemed that he did not expect the arrival of the young man.

The young man opened his hat and his outstanding face was as cold as ice and snow: "I am here today, I want to ask the master a question."

Jingchen replied: "I know what the donor wants to ask, I forgive me and cannot tell you-"

Before he finished speaking, a folding fan pressed against his neck.

A sharp sharp blade was pierced from the fan bone.

Wei Lian chuckled and said, "Then I'm sorry for being rude."

Jingchen: "...Donor, please say something."

Although he is profound in Buddhism and can be ashamed of heaven, he does not know how to do martial arts.

Wei clan folded the fan and turned gently, gentle and politely: "Then say."

Jingchen changed his words tremblingly: "The donor put down the fan, I will tell you the truth."

...

Looking at Wei Lian's back as he went down the mountain, Jingchen put away his greed for life and feared death and sighed: "Donor Ji, I don't know if you will regret it in the future if you make such a decision..."

-

The night is slightly cool and the candlelight shines lightly.

A few depressed low gasps came from Zhong Ling Palace.

Wei Lian clenched his fingers, and the pressed eyelashes were wet, naked. The exposed skin was covered with a faint rouge color.

Too intense.

It must have been injured.

When he came back from Ganquan Temple, he finally knew what choice Ji Yue was facing these days.

Jingchen told him everything. There was a major disaster in the southeast, and only he could solve it, but if he went, he would be in a disaster.

After all, he could not escape the destined death disaster.

For Ji Yue, this is an extremely painful choice.

To save him or to save the people.

To put it more cruelly, should he be killed by himself or millions of people?

The more Ji is a foolish monarch who doesn’t love the country and the beauty, there is no doubt that he will the former.

But Ji Yue is a wise king.

A wise monarch will not give up on his own people.

so……

Wei Lian was quietly enduring it, almost biting his lips and bleeding, and the drooping crow eyelashes trembled violently.

So Ji Yue has been pestering him like this these days.

He pulled him to make trouble with such uncontrollably.

It turns out to be... Is it because every day between them treated them as the last day?

It's actually like this, it's actually like this.

Wei Lian can actually understand it.

If it were him, he would have chosen to save more people. If Ji Yue chose him, he would have looked down on him.

How could Wei Lian fall in love with someone who disregards the people of the world for his own sake?

He fell in love with a hero and a wise king of eternal love. He loved this kind of Ji Yue.

But he still felt very sad.

It’s not because Ji Yue chose the people.

His life was so long, and he had been with Ji Yue for such a short time. He was really... very unwilling to accept it.

He probably knew that the person behind him was sadder than him.
To be continued...