Si Tian Guan

Chapter 76 Jealousy

Liu Chongming suddenly poked hard on his back with a pen, messing up the few strokes he had just written. Watching his tight butterfly bones relax, he scratched with his nails for a while, and re-wrote.

Qu Chenzhou sensed that the atmosphere was not right, his shoulder blades hurt a little, he vaguely guessed that Liu Chongming's words just now were unpleasant, and he didn't know what it was like, so he endured and said nothing.

The word "Ming" was written slowly, Liu Chongming blew a breath, the cold made his back tremble, before he got used to shrinking, Liu Chongming blew again.

Qu Chenzhou noticed this boring prank, and finally couldn't help but turn his head back: "I haven't finished writing, Shizi?"

"I'm done writing, have you finished washing?"

It was obvious that he was looking for faults, he pursed his lips and turned his eyes to the side: "It's finished washing."

Liu Chongming pinched his chin from behind and lifted it upwards. They raised and lowered, their eyes met in the air: "After washing, then get up."

The water temperature is indeed getting colder, Qu Shenzhou hesitated: "Please go out, my son."

"Go out?" Liu Chongming turned to the front, his hand didn't leave, but went down along the arc of his jaw, frivolously stroking the larynx sliding between his throat: "You reminded me just now that there is a difference between master and slave."

Qu Chenzhou turned his face aside, and replied softly: "Yes."

Liu Chongming seemed to be irritated by this word, and his voice suddenly became irritable: "Since master and slave are different, your life and death are mine, let me see you, can't you!"

Qu Chenzhou looked up in astonishment, as if he didn't know where these words stimulated him, and why he had a sudden attack now.

Liu Chongming didn't know whether he was more angry or unwilling. He was dignified and stable, Prince Hou, in which point he was inferior to others.

It's just a step too late.

Qu Chenzhou had no place in his heart to accommodate him. Even though he died tragically, Qu Chenzhou still didn't feel any resentment towards that person, and even excused him so calmly - I don't blame him.

In vain, he endured the shame and went to ask Zhiwei for advice on those low-level things. It turned out that he had no chance at all, and the other party didn't take him seriously at all, and even arranged for him to marry a wife and have children.

He was jealous of that person, he hated Qu Shenzhou to death.

Qu Chenzhou stared at him silently, seeing the blood in his chest boil for a while, and it was only a stone's vibration away from gushing out.

"Why?" He asked bitterly: "You still think about others, and want to defend yourself like a jade for him? Hurry up and take you out. If I take your body, are you still planning to die for him?"

Qu Chenzhou suddenly shot quickly, and slapped him heavily on the face.

Liu Chongming staggered back two steps, and before he could react, the hand came back again, and the back of the hand slapped his other cheek fiercely.

These two slaps were crisp and sharp, making a crisp sound with echoes.

Liu Chongming was stunned by the unexpected slap, covered his face, and couldn't believe it: "You... hit me?"

"You were the one who beat you!" Qu Chenzhou gritted his teeth and sneered, "I haven't taken a single step on the road to seizing the heir, but I'm thinking about being sour and jealous. The son is in a good mood, and he has been with King Ning for a long time. Could it be that his brain is also in the same place? Confused?"

"I... I just..." Liu Chongming was at a loss for words for a moment, those words of love were pressed in his throat by the burning pain on his cheek.

"Just what?" Qu Chenzhou's fingers were clenched white by the side of the bucket, and he was also trembling with anger: "It's just that the prince wants to find someone to vent his anger?"

"Yes! So what!"

Liu Chongming snapped off the pen in his hand, pretending to be calm and disconnected along with the pen.

He racked his brains to find an excuse to come in, worried about hurting others, worried about hurting others, but this man crushed his good intentions under his feet. When did he, Liu Chongming, become so humble and despicable!

"You are not confused! You are thinking of using me to avenge yourself! Let me see your sincerity!"

He leaned against the barrel, gritted his teeth viciously: "I want to fuck you! I want to do it now!"

Qu Shenzhou's fingertips grasped the edge of the barrel and turned white, and then slowly let go, breathing quickly, and when he spoke again, his voice was as cold as the surface of a lake in extreme winter.

"Body skin, if the prince wants it, just take it."

He raised his eyes and looked at Liu Chongming: "Don't say it's just a crippled body. Even if one day I die on the way, it's just firewood burned in the fire, and everything is used up."

The larynx that had just been stroked slid for a moment, and the person stood up from the barrel with the sound of water, and under Liu Chongming's astonished gaze, stepped over the edge of the barrel and stood on the ground without any cover.

It was still the soft-lined body of a young man, refreshing and slender, water droplets meandered down from the glowing skin, forming a puddle at the feet.

At first, Liu Chongming's eyes only fell on those white feet, and gradually he slowly moved upwards along his straight and slender legs. The lower abdomen was hidden in a hazy shadow, very calm - he was burning with pain completely different.

"Your Majesty, this is my sincerity. You can ask for anything you want." Qu Shenzhou looked at him calmly, knelt down, then knelt down, and kowtowed to the bottom: "Your servant, Qu Shenzhou, thank you for your kindness."

Liu Chongming's nose was sour and his eyes were red. He suddenly took out the cloak, wrapped Qu Shenzhou in it with a shake of his hands, and carried it on his shoulders: "Your sincerity, I accept it."

Qu Shenzhou hung upside down on his shoulders, watching the footsteps stepping over the threshold and walking through the corridor, the trees in the atrium rustled their leaves in the cold wind, fell to the ground in a swirl, and were stepped on again. Pass.

He was a little tired, but he still refused to close his eyes.

The door of the bedroom was kicked open, he was as light as a straw, turned over in Liu Chongming's hands, and was laid face up in the sarong.

The cloak folded on the chest was lifted, and almost at the same time, the long and heavy body came up, and a hand came up from the side and slid down to the heel of the leg.

He twitched slightly, and pressed the moan under his tongue. Just as he flinched, someone grabbed his knee and pulled him away.

"Do you regret it?" Liu Chongming asked him through gritted teeth.

Qu Shenzhou looked up at the roof across the sarong, and relaxed his legs silently.

"Don't you regret it! Don't you regret it!" Liu Chongming asked bitterly, his five fingers contracted, pinching his leg as if to cut it off.

Qu Chenzhou was so painful that he couldn't speak, he just shook his head.

"Don't you regret it?"

This time, before he had time to respond, his body lightened, pressing his body to prop up, his breathing was still heavy and unstoppable, but his tone was choked with gnashing of teeth.

"I don't regret it, why are you crying!" The edge of the sarong's bed creaked when he stood up suddenly, Liu Chongming slammed the door and left: "I hate you!"

Qu Chenzhou lay motionless on his back, until the wind that squeezed in through the crack of the door aroused a chill on his naked body, then he slowly pulled the cloak to cover himself, and then dabbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

There are really tears.

Even the plaster on the sideburns was wet.

Isn't that Chongming?Isn't this what he longed for?Why are you crying?

And what did he just say - jealousy...

Liu Chongming looked up at the top of the curtain, his eyes were dry and astringent, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

They hadn't spoken since their tantrum that afternoon.This time Qu Shenzhou was not able to hide from him in the east wing as before, and lived in the outer sarong.

When he slammed the door and went out in the afternoon, he ordered the servants in the yard to bring all his things here, and locked the east wing room. When he saw that Qu Chenzhou dared to live elsewhere, he directly tied him back.

When he came back at night, he saw Qu Shenzhou lying in a sarong, and when he came in, he didn't say hello, but turned over and turned his back to him.

Liu Chongming didn't bother to pay attention, and went into the room without looking sideways. When he walked around the screen, the corner of his robe was caught by something, he turned around and kicked the screen, and the screen fell down with a bang.

A servant came in busy outside, but was yelled out of the door with a "get off", and no one dared to disturb him.

Without the screen, there was no barrier between the inside and the outside, he watched the person lying still pretending to be dead, raised his hand and tore down the curtain hanging from the golden hook, and finally separated the annoying sight.

But he couldn't see it, but he couldn't be out of his mind. The curtain left a gap indiscriminately, and he could hear the sound of breathing outside.

The people in the sarong did not fall asleep either.

At first there were noises in the courtyard, but they couldn't really hear them. Gradually at night, the messy and heavy breathing became more and more obvious, and from time to time there was a very low moan buried under the quilt.

The government doctor had told him that the medicine was expensive and powerful, and the wound on his face hadn't healed. It was time to take the medicine. If brother Xiao Qu couldn't stand the pain, he could take a small amount of medicine to relieve the pain.

But after using that thing for a long time, he became addicted, and Qu Chenzhou already had a problem that he couldn't solve. He didn't want to drink poison to quench his thirst anymore.

He was at war between heaven and man in his mind, repeatedly weighing heavy breathing and drugs, and was helpless, the sound of breathing outside gradually decreased until it was almost inaudible.

The slowing speed and sound didn't seem like the sound after a deep sleep, Liu Chongming pricked up his ears and listened for a while before confirming that something was wrong!

Qu Shenzhou shouldn't be breathing so lightly.

Almost without thinking, he rushed out of the curtain, and saw Qu Shenzhou sitting cross-legged in the sarong, regulating his breath.

Qu Chenzhou was in so much pain that he had no time to pay attention to him. He didn't notice that Liu Chongming was still awake at this time, and he didn't expect that the person would rush out suddenly, and he would fall to the side when his breath was disordered.

He came over with one hand.

"Don't panic!" Liu Chongming pressed his other hand on his neck veins, and quietly shouted, but his heart was like a stormy sea.

They have been together day and night for more than half a year, and he has never discovered that Qu Chenzhou can adjust his breath like this, and he is even more surprised when he touches it, this method of adjustment is actually the same as his own.

For a moment, he even doubted that Bai Shiyan's guess was correct - could this person be himself?

You can feel restlessness under your fingertips, Liu Chongming didn't think about it any more, and said in a low voice: "One thought returns to the center."

They are dependent on each other, and enter the Valley of Spirits together.

"Citing the short and the long."

Liu Chongming was usually busy with mundane affairs, and neglected to practice martial arts and regulate qi, now it is extremely difficult to assist, he feels ashamed, and dare not be distracted, both of them are sweating when they are ready to leave.

In the end, the Qi returned to Dantian, Qu Shenzhou let out a long breath, and feebly raised his hand to push Liu Chongming away.

"Xie Shizi came to help."

He leaned back against the wall, pondered for a moment, and said proactively: "I used to have a lot of friendship with the Bai family..."

Liu Chongming sat down in the chair, sweating all over, trying to breathe steadily, as if he didn't hear the explanation he forced out, after a while, he went to the side to take the cloak and threw it on Qu Chenzhou.

"Come out with me!"

It was past half of the night, and the night watchman in the yard dozed off drowsily. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he quickly pulled himself up to meet him, but was repelled by Liu Chongming's wave of his hand.

Qu Chenzhou folded his cloak, followed behind without saying a word, walked around the study, and stopped on the right side of the ear room.

This is where Liu Chongming used to store his books. He was allowed to come in twice to look for books, but the light inside was dim, which made him uncomfortable, so he never came again.

I don't know why I came here suddenly in the middle of the night.

While he was in doubt, Liu Chongming opened the door and motioned him to follow.

The two walked all the way to the southwest corner of the room. Liu Chongming kicked open the table by the window and stepped on the ground. The ground opened in response to the sound, revealing a two-foot-square hole.

There are stone steps under the entrance of the cave, and the passage is narrow and dark, only a little light can be seen from below.

After walking down thirty or forty steps, the faint light magnified in front of him. It was an oil lamp embedded in the stone wall.Liu Chongming turned on the flint and lit the candles around in turn. Only then did Qu Shenzhou see clearly the appearance of the underground.

This is not a small space, about the size of two or three of their bedrooms, with wide surroundings, no tables, chairs and screens.

I think there is a ventilated place, and there is no damp and musty smell that has been sealed for a long time, but there is another unpleasant smell.

Bloody smell.