Chapter 58 Too deep into the play

Yin Sheng sat under the window sill and silently looked at the heavy rain outside the window. He didn't know what the blood-red rain would bring to Li, or when the rain would stop. His eyes flowed with the rain and was full of uneasiness.

"It's time to go to bed, Your Majesty." Looking at Yin Sheng's sad face, he couldn't help reminding him.

"Is it almost time?" Yin Sheng said helplessly, "I'm really useless... This rain..."

The mirror stood beside Yin Sheng and dared not look at the worries in Yin Sheng's eyes again, so that he would not be too distressed and do anything impulsive.

He no longer persuaded Yin Sheng to sleep and couldn't say anything to comfort him, but stood quietly beside him.

Yin Sheng looked at the rain outside the window, and he looked at Yin Sheng.

I don't know how long such silence lasted. The tiredness hit Yin Sheng's body, which had already been under too much pressure. He still couldn't hold on and closed his eyes without seeing the rain stop.

He supported his head with his hands and still didn't want to bend down comfortably to sleep well.

The mirror sighed softly, walked over and picked up Yin Sheng, moving gently, as if taking care of his most precious treasure.

He slowly put Yin Sheng on the dragon bed and covered him with a quilt.

"Mirror..." Yin Sheng was a little unconscious. He opened his heavy eyelids and asked, "Has the rain stopped?"

The mirror looked at his half-open eyes and half closed, and suddenly couldn't move his eyes... A fire rushed to his heart, and the mirror's eyes were full of Yin Sheng's mouth at this time. He wanted to do more things... not just looking at him here.

"Hasn't it stopped yet?" Yin Sheng did not answer when he saw the mirror and asked worriedly. Because he was too sleepy, he had a cold and clear voice, and now he also brought an extremely charming Confucian soft.

The mirror suddenly woke up and scolded himself for dying.

This is his king. How can he have other illusions about him? In this life, I can only stand behind him and stop all the dangers and obstacles for him. This is my greatest hope.

"Or is it getting bigger and bigger?" Yin Sheng looked at the mirror's expression and thought that the situation was getting worse, so he wanted to sit up.

"No," the mirror quickly pressed Yin Sheng and covered the quilt that had just slipped. He didn't want to worry Yin Sheng or lie to him, so he replied, "The rain hasn't stopped and it hasn't become bigger. Your Majesty, don't worry. The mirror will always guard the rain. If there is any sudden situation, the mirror will wake up your majesty again."

Yin Sheng listened, nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The mirror half knelt in front of Yin Sheng's bed. When Yin Sheng gradually breathed evenly and his chest fluctuated regularly, he dared to stretch out his hand, slowly rubbed Yin Sheng's eyebrows with his fingers, and said gently, "Your Majesty, the mirror wants to touch your face and engrave you firmly in your heart with the touch of your fingertips... This is the only requirement of the mirror. Would you please not blame the mirror?"

Yin Sheng, who was sleeping, did not hear the words of the mirror question at all.

The slender fingers of the mirror slid through Yin Sheng's long eyelashes, straight and tall nose bridge, and tightly squeezed lips. He used palm lines to sense every inch of skin on his face and his facial features.

After carefully finishing all this, the mirror quietly withdrew his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising a satisfied smile. He remembered that when Yin Sheng was * was * years old, he happened to be the age of Yin Sheng. At that time, the little boy with soft eyebrows had now grown into a handsome and cold-browed king. How can this make the mirror unhappy?

Mirror knew that he had done enough things he shouldn't have done tonight, but he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing Yin Sheng's forehead.

Pour out his lifelong loyalty and the tragic feeling of willing to sacrifice everything for him.

"Your Majesty..." He put his head on Yin Sheng's hand, with tears in his eyes.

"My Majesty..."

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In this restless night, the military division's mansion did not move at all.

Feidian thought he was a calm fox, but he didn't expect to have insomnia on the first night he left the palace.

His mind is full of Yin Sheng who comes and goes... If it were in the past, he should fall asleep honestly beside him at this time, which makes people doubt whether it is him or not.

Flying electricity lies on the big** of the three-layer curtain, turning over and can't sleep. After an hour like this, he still decided not to sleep and get up to read.

When he hung up all three layers of curtains, he heard the sound of rain outside and couldn't help feeling a little strange... There was no sign of rain before?

But what he is more worried about is whether Yin Sheng will return to the palace at this time and whether he will get caught in the rain?

He got out of bed and pushed open the window. At this time, the sky still had the last trace of dark red color. Feidian frowned, reached out to catch the falling raindrops, and then withdrew his hand. Through the light yellow light in the room, he found that his whole hand was flowing with blood-red rain.

Blood-red...

Feidian felt strange, put his fingers under his nose and smelled it carefully, and then immediately shook his hand in disgust and said to himself, "What's strange in the rain?"

Thinking about it, did the man who came to call Yin Sheng away just now also because of the rain?

Feidian realized the seriousness of the problem. At this moment, he should be with Yin Sheng. As soon as this idea emerged, he immediately took the umbrella and went out.

The sleepy bodyguard at the gate of the courtyard found the flying electricity and immediately cheered up and asked, "Master, where are you going at this late hour?"

"Don't ask." Feidian didn't want to talk to them and said coldly.

"But..." One of the bodyguards seemed a little embarrassed. "Your Majesty said that to ensure your safety, the sky is strange at this time, and you must not let the military master go out alone."

"Don't be too much trouble." Feidian's voice was still cold, and his face remained unchanged.

"Well..." Another bodyguard asked, "Master, please send a few guards to protect your safety."

"No need." Feidian said, "If something happens to me, it's also my own problem. Your Majesty won't blame you. But if I don't go out, what happened to your majesty, you can't afford it.

The two bodyguards looked at each other and were helpless. If something happened to their military master, your majesty might have their nine clans. If they stopped them from going out, the military master would tell your majesty to let their nine clans when he was angry... The military master's mansion is really not a place for people.

They were silent for a long time and had to get out of the way.

Feidian hurriedly left the military division's mansion and couldn't wait to get to Yin Sheng's side. As he walked, he found that the strange rain was gradually getting smaller. By the time he almost arrived in front of the imperial gate, the rain had stopped, and the east gradually showed his fish tail white.

The faint morning light shone on the whole Xuchang, and the wind in the early morning was a little cool.

Feidian suddenly felt so stupid... Isn't there nothing wrong with this, and Yin Sheng's child... How could he be so fragile that he was even afraid of this little thing?

He shook his head with a bitter smile and turned back to rush back to the military division's mansion. Maybe he could take advantage of this period of time to make up for a short sleep.