What Long Jinwei, who rushed over, saw was just such an unbelievable scene.
The young man in the pink robe fluttered like a butterfly into the emperor's arms, and the emperor hugged him tightly, turning around gently, his face covered with crystal tears.
The emperor, who had never shown any pain even after being shot in the heart by an arrow, was actually crying, but there was a smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
On the most painful night for him, he actually laughed.
The streets were filled with Dragon Guards, but no one dared to disturb the two. The atmosphere between them was too beautiful and too quiet, and the capital needed such tranquility at this moment.
Feng Ming hugged Zhuang Li and was reluctant to let go.
Zhuang Li was held high up, his legs unable to touch the ground, so he could only pat Feng Ming's shoulders gently, "Put me down."
"No." Feng Ming buried his face in his neck, his voice hoarse.
"I want to go in and take a look." Zhuang Li pointed to the small courtyard opposite.
The Dragon Guards standing around them all felt their scalps tingling, as if they were facing a great enemy, fearing that the emperor would be provoked again.
But Feng Ming only stiffened for a moment before responding in a low voice: "Okay."
He gently put Zhuang Li down, then took his hand and slowly walked into this place that had once made him live a life worse than death.
Crossing the broken wooden door and walking around a mottled screen wall, a square courtyard appeared in front of us. Every corner of the courtyard was overgrown with weeds and filled with a stale smell. Two rusty iron chains extended from a small house and fell in front of a deep well.
Feng Ming held Zhuang Li's wrist tightly, his face seemed very calm, but his dark pupils were filled with a hint of red light.
This place was hell to him.
If Zhuang Li had not walked in with him, he would certainly not have been able to remain calm.
Zhuang Li could naturally feel the surging emotions in Feng Ming's heart, and quickly hugged his arms with both hands, put his cheek against them, and pretended to be scared.
Feng Ming then ignored everything else and quickly hugged the young man into his arms, patting him gently, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
As he said, "Don't be afraid," miraculously, the turmoil within him slowly subsided. The feeling of being needed gave his wandering heart a sense of refuge. In an instant, he realized that if even he failed, if he collapsed, what would become of the young man beside him?
He is no longer alone now. He cannot lose and cannot afford to lose.
With just this one realization, Feng Ming's chaotic mind suddenly regained its clarity. Re-examining the courtyard, the eerie feeling vanished.
Putting aside the tragic memories of the past, it is just an ordinary residence.
Feng Ming's stiff body gradually relaxed. He touched the two rusty chains with his toes and began to recount his past in a normal tone: "Because of my great martial arts skills, the late emperor was afraid that this courtyard would not be able to contain me, so he ordered people to forge these two chains to lock my feet."
He pointed to the hut and then to the deep well in front of him. "My range of movement is limited to getting from here to there."
Feng Ming calmed down, but Zhuang Li's heart was filled with a turmoil. He quickly hugged Feng Ming's waist and buried his suddenly twisted face in his broad chest.
If he could have traveled through time earlier, he would have killed the late emperor.
7480 shook his head and sighed, "This god is so pitiful!"
Feng Ming thought Zhuang Li was afraid, so he patted his back and said to him softly, "Don't be afraid, it's all over."
The more he said "Don't be afraid," the stronger his heart became. While comforting the young man, he also completed the reconstruction of his inner order.
His tone became more relaxed now that he had calmed down a bit. "These two chains were originally made for me, making them impossible to break free of. But many years ago today, when my uncle took out a saw to cut them, he discovered that my skinny feet could actually slip out of the buckles with just a slight contraction. This saved my uncle a lot of trouble."
Zhuang Li forced himself to adjust his expression, then left Feng Ming's arms, looked at the rings of the iron chain, and then his eyes turned red.
He could hardly imagine how thin Feng Ming must have been back then to be able to free his feet from such a small circle.
Feng Ming had been paying attention to him. Seeing that he seemed about to cry, he immediately stretched out his palm to block his sight and whispered, "Alright, alright, stop looking."
But when he raised his hand, Zhuang Li saw his wrist covered with deep teeth marks.
Zhuang Li was incredibly clever and almost immediately realized the reason for the tooth marks. When Feng Ming was extremely hungry, he bit his wrist and began to suck his own blood. He was cornered, so hungry that he even wanted to eat his own flesh and blood.
The tears that Zhuang Li had been holding back for a long time fell one after another. He grabbed Feng Ming's wrist with one hand and stroked the teeth marks with the other hand, as if trying to erase them all.
The soft palms brushed across the skin, rubbing out a scorching heat that also warmed Feng Ming's heart. He hugged the boy and softly comforted him, "Don't be sad, they'll be healed soon."
However, Zhuang Li knew that while external injuries are easy to heal, emotional wounds are difficult to heal. Those tooth marks remained forever on Feng Ming's skin, and they were also deeply engraved in his heart. This was a pain he would never forget.
Zhuang Li then held Feng Ming's wrist and brought it to his lips, kissing the teeth marks one by one, and said in a hoarse voice, "This will heal it."
The young man's lips gently touched his scars, bringing an indescribable tingling and burning sensation. In that instant, Feng Ming's broken heart truly healed. Buds, flowers, springs, all things full of life, grew wildly within his once dry heart.
He was shaking with excitement.
Zhuang Li looked up at him and smiled.
Then a gorgeous hibiscus flower bloomed in Feng Ming's vibrant heart.
Zhuang Li raised his hand, which was still wrapped in gauze, and said in a sweet voice, "Give me a kiss too."
Feng Ming held the hand like a devout believer and carefully kissed the gauze-wrapped palm.
Zhuang Li immediately removed the gauze and showed him his palm, which had already shed its scab and was now covered with pink, tender flesh. He said cheerfully, "Look, my wound is healed too. Didn't I tell you this recipe is very effective?"
So many days have passed, this minor injury should have healed by now.
Feng Ming knew Zhuang Li was playing a trick, but he couldn't help laughing. In the place where he had once been most afraid, he felt genuinely happy.
At this moment, Zhuang Li stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips. While he was stunned, she stuck out her tongue and slid it into his mouth...
It was a kiss brighter than fireworks, sweeter than spring water, and thicker than honey. The starry sky above was only a small square, but it was enough to cast its starlight into the eyes and hearts of the two.
As soon as the kiss ended, Zhuang Li slowed down and started the second kiss, the third kiss...
Feng Ming couldn't think of anything else except hugging him tightly and responding urgently.
The tragic memories, the painful past, the violent and out-of-control inner demons, all vanished into thin air.
When the Dragon Guard who was guarding outside the door saw the two people entangled with each other, he quickly took off his cloak and hung it on the door frame to prevent the outside world from peeping into this charming scene.
Zhuang Li pushed the dazed Feng Ming down into the tall grass, sat on his waist, put his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "I want to turn all your painful memories into beautiful ones. From now on, every time you think of this place, only the images of our lovemaking will come to mind."
Feng Ming's head, which was already dizzy from the kiss, suddenly became even more dizzy.
"What are you talking about?" he asked in disbelief.
Zhuang Li slowly untied her hair crown and clothes, and her black hair flowed along her snow-white and delicate skin like a waterfall. The scene was beautiful like a dream.
Feng Ming only took one look and lost his soul...
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At dawn, Feng Ming wrapped Zhuang Li, who was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, in his outer robe and walked out of the courtyard.
The Dragon Guards who had been guarding the entire night half-knelt in greeting, but made no sound. They knew better than to wake the young man in the Emperor's arms.
Feng Ming carried Zhuang Li onto the carriage, placing him securely on his knees and holding him firmly with his arms. Then he gave orders in a whisper, "Repair the door, remove the two chains, fish out the leaves in the well, and replace all the furniture in the hut with new ones."
He had once considered this place hell, yet here he experienced heaven. The painful past had been completely washed away by the beauty of last night.
"Maybe I will come back to stay for a while in the future." Feng Ming said this calmly in the eunuch's incredulous gaze.
The eunuch took the order and left, his heart filled with shock. He felt that the emperor was different today, as if he had been reborn.
Having missed the morning court session, Feng Ming was in no hurry to return to the palace. The feeling of holding his beloved in his arms made him addicted.
He repeatedly told the driver to slow down and not to rush.
Warm sunlight shone in, and he quickly used his palm to cover the boy's sleeping face to prevent the light from waking him up.
Zhuang Li regained consciousness and realized it was already daybreak. He then said naturally, "Why don't you take me to the Cheng'en Mansion to show your family? Your mother's tablet is there too. We've already made an appointment, so we should meet the elders, right?"
Feng Ming: “…”
He thought yesterday's happiness was the limit.
"Turn around and go to Duke Cheng'en's Mansion!" Feng Ming ordered loudly in an urgent tone.
The horses and guards outside were in a commotion again.
After arriving at Duke Cheng'en's mansion, Feng Ming took Zhuang Li's hand and strode into the ancestral hall. Yesterday, his eyes were red and his emotions were frantic; today, he was beaming and in a cheerful mood.
"This is my mother, this is my uncle, this is my grandfather, this is my grandmother..." He introduced his relatives one by one.
Zhuang Li held three incense sticks in his hand and bowed to each one, his tone serious: "Greetings to Mother, Greetings to Uncle, Greetings to Grandfather, Greetings to Grandmother... I am Feng Ming's partner. From now on, I will take care of him. Please rest assured. I will definitely live in harmony with him, stay with him forever, and never leave him."
Zhuang Li knelt down and kowtowed three times, then placed the incense in the copper burner.
He did all this very seriously and reverently, just like treating a real family member.
Feng Ming stared at him without blinking, her eyes reddened unconsciously, but a happy smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
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