Engraved in Bone

Mu Yingsheng, who has seen the cool-hearted in the opera team since he was a child, is the most imperial aristocracy who regards civilians as ants.

His mother-in-law was gloomy because of a glimpse of her youth when she was young; and aunt Yu who fell in love with the same person behind was also killed by love. All because of the so-called emperor's passion, she used sweet words to coax the women she liked, while scorning their origins and leaving quietly, pretending nothing happened.

Oh, self-confidence and affection, but it's nothing more than mercy.

For him, the two most important people in his life, one was the mother who nurtured him, and the other was the master who taught him after his death, but two people who never knew each other ended up in the same end because of one person.

So he came to Beijing with the Liyuan class.

He thought about revenge, and then said goodbye to this dirty world, without too much involvement with others, but the moment he stepped out of the door of the room, the handsome young man he met waved his hands in a helpless manner, a pair of affectionate The eyes looked like the emperor, which looked good and hated him.

Jiang Jiashizi heard it a little long after Mu Yingsheng entered the capital. At the first sight, he felt uneasy, and even felt that he was far away from this person. Xu's similar eyes made him wary.

Obviously frosting this person out of the door, but the other party is like a spoiled male brother, without any sight to gather beside him, tirelessly, and even rumors rumored in unexpected heads.

I don't know if it was loneliness for too long or this man's attachment, Mu Yingsheng acquiesced in his approach.

When Jiang Ziyu stood outside his door that night and told him to be pleased, his subconscious resistance rose, prompting him to ignore the insignificant panic and concealed joy:

"Your favorite, how much is it worth?"

After speaking, he regretted it, the light in the other's eyes gradually dimmed, and those eyes suddenly lighted up again. At this time, Mu Yingsheng somewhat understood the sinking mood and struggle of his mother and Aunt Yu, and maybe they all knew that. How ruthless a man is, but still inevitably indulged in sweet dreams.

So is he.

Hearing that Jiang Ziyu was sent to the National Teacher's House, he was accompanied by a man next to him when he came over. He always looked at him absently on the stage, but forced himself to calm down.

Jealousy was like an ant biting his heart, and the slight tingling sensation made him helpless; but the other person's focus on his face, but he raised shame and satisfaction.

No matter how good the person next to you is, that person still sees himself.

After that, he never saw Jiang Ziyu again. He heard that the other party had turned around and was studying the sage book and learning the skills in the state teacher's house.

The terrible and mean thoughts lingered in his mind. He looked at the handsome appearance when he was not wearing makeup in the mirror, thinking about the glimpse of the day, and couldn't help laughing.

What a sage book, I'm afraid it's confusing with that person.

Finally, taking the opportunity, he entered the palace to sing along with the Liyuan class. The day before he entered the palace, Jiang Ziyu finally came to him. The other person looked up outside the window to see what he looked like, and in those eyes he could see the galaxy behind him-that was the best scenery that Mu Yingsheng had traveled south and north for so many years.

The other party was a little bit noisy, but when the other party asked him if he missed him, he obeyed himself and returned to him.

"Have."

Forgive him for this indulgence, and for the first time obey his heart.

Mu Yingsheng, after all, you still set foot in the dust, sinking under this man's sweet words.

At the palace feast, he saw Jiang Ziyu, the other party was drinking, his face was crimson because of the drunkenness, and it was very beautiful. Seeing this man's heartlessness, anger mixed with hatred made him stretch out his blade without any preparation, but his crisp voice pulled back to his reason.

Along with the broken glass, he saw the man's eyes red with water mist in his eyes, like a hazy intoxication and a beautiful beauty. He raised his glass and yelled at him, drinking it all, chic and simple.

He quietly left while others were paying attention. I don't know if it was a destiny or a fate, he didn't see him long before. As if the mind had been invaded by the devil, he drew the knife around the other's neck, listening to Jiang Ziyu saying:

"Shengsheng, can you remove the knife? I'm a little scared."

Mu Yingsheng had to admit that the person in front of him had become his weakness, and when the other party dropped a kiss on his lips, he took a moment, and then raised the horrible thought: he should have just killed this person.

In the dream net weaved by the other party, he sighed long and turned away.

But he still didn't give up, even succeeded.

Detained in prison, he thought badly in the dim environment, and if Jiang Ziyu knew it, he would rescue him desperately.

The results were unexpected and unexpected.

Jiang Ziyu leaned his head on his shoulder. This was one of the few times they had been close. There had never been any good things at such a close distance. The other whispered softly: "Even your name was I begged you again and again to ask you to tell me, I do n’t know where you came from, what you encountered, or even if you have ever been interested in me or even I feel like you like me instantly. "

He was silent for a while, and was about to speak, and the other person shook his head again, preventing what he wanted to say.

Mu Yingsheng was thinking, do he like Jiang Ziyu?

He wants to like it.

Maybe that day, the romantic boy who was shaking his fan outside the door and the blazing sunshine blushed when he saw him; or maybe the boy on the flower boat panicked his hand and told him that he was a beautiful view on earth.

Maybe it was the wolverine boy who was holding the window frame that day, a pair of bright eyes filled with the stars of the whole summer night, and then smiled at him to show the teeth, and he shouted "Shengsheng" tenderly.

In that day / fire, this person desperately wanted to protect him and took him out. He tried his best to protect the people under him. Jiang Ziyu's face was dirty, and he couldn't see the old style, but his watery eyes were reflected by the flames.

His throat had been destroyed by the thick smoke long ago, and the burning pain behind him made his eyelids fall down heavily. Even if there was no bronze mirror, he knew he was ugly at the moment.

"Don't look ..."

Don't look at me at the moment, do you remember when you said that I was a beauty on earth? Then you just remember that moment.

Before the loss of consciousness, Mu Yingsheng dreamed of dreaming about his childhood, when his mother was still there, and he met a delicate-eyed child who was kind to him and gave him candy. He held each other's hand and asked quietly, "You look so good, can you be my lady in the future?"

"it is good."

Then, the child turned into a handsome boy, his eyes reflected on him, and said to him, "Mu Yingsheng, I love you."

This time, he could finally face his heart, embrace the other person generously, and smiled back:

"Master Shi, so is Xiaomin."

The author has something to say:

I returned to that night, and the boy waited outside the door waiting for his answer; this time, the opera finally could face his heart.

(This wave of sugar is so sweet! You all give me!)