Liao Chongwu stood at the gate of the palace, standing straighter than the stone lions on both sides of the gate. He looked at the two huge red lanterns under the eaves with an expressionless face. But his heart was so nervous that it was about to jump out. His lips trembled slightly, and the sound he made could only be heard by himself: "One, two, three, four..."
When he counted to 188, Gao Zhiqi came out of the palace at a trot, and Liao Chongwu hurried to meet him. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly: "The county, the county prince..."
"Brother Liao. The prince invites you in." Gao Zhiqi said with a smile, and led Liao Chongwu into the palace.
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Sleeping hall.
When Liao Chongwu pushed open the door and came in, Zhong Ming'e was sitting on the couch reading a book. He must have just taken a bath, and his moon-white undershirt was loose on his body, with his wet hair hanging loosely. He heard the door open. His hand trembled suddenly, and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground, but he still held it tightly. He did not turn around to look at the person who came. But he could no longer read what was written in the book. Instead, his peripheral vision was always glued to the person who came.
"Your Highness, I greet you," Liao Chongwu walked to Zhong Minge. He knelt on his knees and kowtowed. He stared at the exposed white ankle. The black satin upper made his ankle look like white jade. Liao Chongwu was already a little overwhelmed just by looking at the soft white. When he spoke again, his voice was very hoarse. "Your Highness, I respectfully greet you."
"Get up," Zhong Ming'e finally put down the book in his hand. He tried not to show his emotions. He watched Liao Chongwu get up from the ground, and saw the longing and thirst in Liao Chongwu's eyes. He was so busy that he turned his head away, picked up the teacup and took a sip, while pointing to the drum stool opposite, "Don't stand there, sit down."
"Yes, thank you, Your Highness." Liao Chongwu wanted to move the stool forward so that he could be closer to Zhong Minge. Of course, he could not do anything inappropriate to Zhong Minge, but he could smell more of Zhong Minge's scent if he was closer. However, looking at the silence on Zhong Minge's face, he did not move the stool and just sat down obediently.
In silence, Liao Chongwu stared at Zhong Minge without blinking, while Zhong Minge kept looking down at the teacup in his hand. In fact, what was so good about the teacup? But he didn't dare to look up, for fear of meeting Liao Chongwu's fiery eyes, and even more afraid of letting Liao Chongwu see his useless tears.
He was truly a loser. He had been a loser since he received the imperial decree and knew that he would go to the imperial mausoleum. Don't even mention how hard his life had been these past few days. He had been busy and toilsome along the way, but his spirit was high. It seemed that he had always been a living dead and only at this moment he was living so vividly. The farther he was from the imperial city and the closer he was to the imperial mausoleum, the more loser he became. Today, when he saw the majestic imperial mausoleum from afar, his heart almost burst out. But, how could he be like this?
He is the dignified Prince Hui of the first rank, and... he is also about to become a father. How can he be so disregardful for a man?
So, he finally held back and did not go to the imperial mausoleum, but came directly to the palace. He soaked himself in cold water, trying to keep himself awake, but when he heard Gao Zhiqi coming in to report that Liao Chongwu wanted to see him, he still went crazy. He hurriedly got out of the bath, not even bothering to wipe his body, and rushed over with wet hair.
Then, ever since the sound of the door being pushed open, his eyes became wet.
He had never thought about what Liao Chongwu meant to him, but at this moment, he knew clearly that Liao Chongwu was the source of all his joy in this life. Without Liao Chongwu, he might be able to live a smooth and honorable life, but he was destined to be a living dead all his life. Only Liao Chongwu could make him happy and make every inch of his skin and every strand of his hair glow with happiness.
"Your Highness, you have lost weight." After a while, Liao Chongwu spoke first. He actually had nothing to say. Today, he was just a guard guarding the imperial mausoleum. What could he say to a dignified first-rank prince? But he had countless words in his heart that he wanted to say to Zhong Ming'e, but he didn't know where to start. In fact, facing Zhong Ming'e, he was always tongue-tied.
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