Guo Zimu was drunk, but he didn't go crazy. King Luo Rong took people back to the room relatively easily, but it was King Luo Rong's own room. There was no hot water in Guo Zimu's room, so King Luo Rong took off his shoes and let him lie down, and then hurriedly poured water for him.

"Uncle Murong..." Guo Zimu shouted with his eyes slightly open.

King Luo Rong poured water and comforted his mouth: "Come on now. Come on now."

Holding the hot water, King Luo Rong came to the bed, helped Guo Zimu with one hand and let him lean on him, and fed him water with the other: "Come, drink water."

Guo Zimu drank the water, and King Luo Rong stretched his arms and put the porcelain cup on the square table, and then his movements stopped. Guo Zimu turned around in his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Uncle Murong..."

King Luo Rong swallowed his throat, closed his hands, and hugged him gently: "What's wrong? Are you drinking too much? Is your head uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable..."

"Don't drink it in the future." King Luo Rong gently rubbed Guo Zimu's forehead again. Immediately afterwards, his movements stopped again, followed by nervousness. Guo Zimu was crying, and King Luo Rong quickly coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry."

"Uncle Murong... um..." After a while of depression, Guo Zimu burst into tears. King Luo Rong was shooting and coaxing, but he couldn't coax him.

Guo Zimu cried, crying that his mother was beaten to death, crying that he caused his eldest brother to cut off his future, crying that he caused his eldest brother to be lame, crying that he and his eldest brother had been displaced for seven years, and that his eldest brother had become a beggar with him. He hates, hates why he has such a face, hates himself for being timid, this face has made their family so miserable, but he can't be ruthless to destroy this face.

Guo Zimu cried so hard that he could be said to be heartbroken, and King Luo Rong didn't persuade him, so he simply let him cry. When Guo Zimu cried, King Luo Rong was heartbroken when he heard it.

"Uncle Murong promises you that he will find that Rong Yue, teach him a lesson for you, and vent his anger for you."

"Uncle Murong...Uncle Murong...I hurt big brother, it was me who harmed big brother..."

King Luo Rong regretted not persuading Guo Ziyu to continue Enke. With him there, what is the identity of the slave. He came forward in person, a small identity is not a matter of a word. He doesn't have great power, but he still has the ability.

King Luo Rong held Guo Zimu and let him cry in his arms, letting him rub his tears and nose on his clothes. Guo Zimu cried bitterly, and the pain that had been suppressed for many years was also relieved. After Guo Zimu's crying turned into sobbing, King Luo Rong let him go and wiped his face with a damp cloth. Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Guo Zimu hugged him hard.

"Uncle Murong is not allowed to leave."

King Luo Rong smiled and said lovingly, "I won't leave, I'll twist a cloth for you and wipe your face."

Guo Zimu then let go. King Luo Rong stood up, ignoring his numb legs, and wiped Guo Zimu's face with a damp cloth. Guo Zimu just raised his face like that and didn't do anything. King Luo Rong smiled and wiped his face and hands. After wiping it clean, he went back to wash the cloth.

Hearing footsteps behind him, King Luo Rong said without turning his head: "You go to bed and lie down, be careful of fainting." The next moment, the towel in his hand fell into the water basin.

Behind King Luo Rong, Guo Zimu clings to his back, wrapping his hands around his waist.

"Uncle Murong..."

"……Ai."

"I don't want to, go to the capital."

King Luo Rong raised his hand and covered Guo Zimu's slightly cold hand, then wrapped it all over to keep him warm. King Luo Rong didn't dare to look back, let alone turn around, so he could only say, "Cool, go back to the bed and lie down, don't you feel dizzy?"

"gosh."

"Then go back quickly."

"I do not."

"Okay, don't come back."

Bowing his head, he found that Guo Zimu was not wearing shoes. King Luo Rong had no worries. He hurriedly turned around to support Guo Zimu: "Why did you get down without wearing shoes? Go back to bed."

The next moment, King Luo Rong paused again, not responding to anything. The softness that smelled of alcohol pressed against his lips. Guo Zimu closed his eyes and presented himself like a sacrifice. His closed eyes trembled, his breath trembling with tension. Maybe he was drunk to have such courage; but maybe he was sober, otherwise why would he be afraid.

King Luo Rong closed his eyes deeply, and when he opened them again, the depth of his eyes was so deep that no one could spy on them. He hugged Guo Zimu's slender waist and patted it lightly, but took advantage of this movement to back away a little, separating the two's lips.

"Little Mu, go to bed and don't catch your feet cold."

Guo Zimu lowered his head, as if all his courage was lost in that kiss. King Luo Rong hugged him, put him on the bed, helped him up, took off his dirty socks, and pulled the quilt over Guo Zimu.

Guo Zimu covered himself in the quilt, but his body trembled even more. King Luo Rong hugged him with the quilt, and dropped a very light kiss on his head, Guo Zimu didn't move.

"Xiao Mu, Uncle Murong, likes you too."

Guo Zimu's body shook, and he was about to lift the quilt. King Luo Rong pressed him hard: "Listen to Uncle Murong."

Guo Zimu stopped moving.

King Luo Rong lifted the quilt to let Guo Zimu breathe, but he still did not let him see himself, and said, "If Uncle Murong was twenty years younger, he would definitely marry you as Wang Zhengjun. But Uncle Murong, he is old. Well, in a few years, it's good to live. You are with me, what will you do in the future? Xiaomu, you can do it, you can do it, I am yours, my uncle. Or, you can treat me as your father, everything will be When I go to the capital, I will find you a good family, a good man who loves you, loves you, and only loves you for the rest of your life. You are still young, so you can't delay yourself."

Guo Zimu lifted the quilt, and it was King Luo Rong's loving gaze. King Luo Rong wiped his tears: "There are many young talents in the capital. When you arrive in the capital, you will definitely meet the right one, and the one you like more."

Guo Zimu's tears poured out one by one, and King Luo Rong kept wiping his tears: "Don't cry, don't cry anymore, crying too much hurts your body. Xiaomu is so beautiful, you have to laugh more."

Guo Zimu was about to sit up, but King Luo Rong let him go. Guo Zimu sat up, but hugged King Luo Rong again: "I don't want anyone else, I just want you. Uncle Murong, I like you."

Where Guo Zimu couldn't see it, King Luo Rong smiled bitterly: "Little Mu is good."

"I like you, I like you..."

"Good..."

Guo Zimu cried, and King Luo Rong felt distressed, but he couldn't agree to him or respond to him. Until Guo Zimu was tired from crying, and could no longer fall asleep because of the effects of alcohol, King Luo Rong just held him like this without making any response.

Putting the crying tired man back on the bed and letting him lie down, King Luo Rong sighed deeply. Taking off Guo Zimu's coat and wiping his face again, King Luo Rong sat beside the bed and looked at Guo Zimu's stunning face even when he was asleep, his eyes were full of bitterness and helplessness. He is almost at the age of knowing destiny, and there are not many years left to live. He couldn't marry him even if he matched his age.

At the door, Jiang Kangning tugged at Shao Yunan again. Shao Yunan, who was lying on the door eavesdropping, heard that there was no movement inside, so he straightened up and walked away cautiously like a thief. Accomplices Wang Shijing and Jiang Kangning also hurried away.

The food was already cold, and the three children were so full they didn't know where to go to play. The leftovers of a table were scorching cold. Shao Yunan asked Qin Niang to take the leftovers to the kitchen to warm them up. He went to cook a bowl of noodles for King Luo Rong himself, but King Luo Rong didn't eat much. Ask someone to send the cooked noodles to King Luo Rong, and Shao Yunan came back to continue eating. There were only Wang Shijing and Jiang Kangning at the table, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

"Have the noodles been delivered?" Jiang Kangning asked as soon as Shao Yunan appeared.

Shao Yunan nodded: "I found someone to send it over. We'd better not show up at this time."

Jiang Kangning held up his chopsticks and stopped talking. Wang Shijing and Shao Yunan also took chopsticks and ate. The three filled their stomachs quietly and quickly, and Jiang Kangning asked them to come with him.

After entering the room, as soon as the door closed, Jiang Kangning said, "Let's talk."

Shao Yunan is very honest: "I found that Uncle Murong and Brother Xiao Guo seem to like each other, so I wanted to use the method of 'telling the truth after drinking' to test it. The result proved that I was not mistaken, and it was Jiangzi."

Jiang Kangning: "His Royal Highness is older than Ziyu, aren't you making a fool of yourself?"

Shao Yunan: "I'm not fooling around, I'm just asking for proof. I didn't match Uncle Murong and Brother Guo. They are attracted to each other. Brother, it's not like you didn't hear it just now."

This is probably the most ridiculous thing Jiang Kangning has done in his life. He rubbed his forehead: "Then you heard that too, the lord will not respond. With the character of the lord, no matter how much he likes Zimu, he can't respond. If he agrees, it will not be the lord. A beautiful and powerful person, he will not delay Zimu."

Shao Yunan sat down beside Jiang Kangning and asked, "Brother, regardless of age, will Uncle Murong accept Brother Guo?"

Jiang Kangning replied seriously: "If there is no age level, I think the prince will be willing to marry Zimu."

"Big brother also knows that Uncle Murong has a bad relationship with the princess?"

Jiang Kangning said, "Everyone in the capital knows about this."

Shao Yunan immediately asked, "Then why doesn't Uncle Murong marry someone he likes? Still haven't met him? Or he actually likes the princess, but the princess doesn't like him, so Uncle Murong doesn't force it?"

Jiang Kangning was dazed by the question, and said, "I don't even know what you asked. The princess is an easy-going woman, maybe not virtuous, but she is gentle. My mother met her several times when she was alive, and I mentioned it at home. She believes in Buddhism very much, and likes to go to the temple to clean up before leaving the pavilion. The lord probably understands it, so he does not force her to be a suitable hostess in the palace. But no matter what the relationship between the lord and the princess is, the lord is always there. It's really much older than Zimu, so they are not suitable, what you have to do is to persuade Zimu to leave early, don't let your relationship go, it will be difficult to end at that time."

"Got it." Shao Yunan replied casually.

Jiang Kangning had to go to see Wang Shijing, and Wang Shijing had to say, "We will persuade him."

In the middle of the night, Guo Zimu woke up thirsty. The oil lamp in the room was still burning, and when he woke up, he saw King Luo Rong sitting by the bed, falling asleep against the bedpost, obviously guarding him. Guo Zimu's eyes turned red, and he stretched out his hand.

"Ah!"

King Luo Rong woke up. Seeing Guo Zimu awake, he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Mu, are you thirsty?"

Guo Zimu nodded. King Luo Rong rubbed his face, stood up and poured water for him. When the water was cold, King Luo Rong took the pot out again, and only came back after a while. As soon as he came back, he said, "Wait. There is no hot water in the kitchen, so it's burning a little."

After mixing a cup of warm water, King Luo Rong brought it to Guo Zimu. Guo Zimu drank after a few sips, and King Luo Rong gave him another cup with a smile.

When he was no longer thirsty, Guo Zimu moved into the bed, which meant that King Luo Rong would go to bed. King Luo Rong was immediately embarrassed and said, "Go to sleep. I slept a while ago and can't sleep now. People get old and sleep less."

Guo Zimu turned his face away and said in a low voice, "Just, one night." How pitiful it must be.

Looking at him, King Luo Rong surrendered, walked over, took off his shoes and socks, took off his jacket, and lifted the quilt. After hesitating for a while, he blew out the oil lamp and went to bed. Before he could lie down, Guo Zimu hugged him and buried his face in his arms. King Luo Rong sighed in his heart, let him rest on his arm and hug him tightly.

"Go to sleep."

Guo Zimu didn't say anything, and King Luo Rong closed his eyes and told himself to sleep. After a lot of age, what more is there to be radiant.

Maybe he was also tired, and King Luo Rong, who thought he would not be able to sleep, gradually became confused. In a trance, something was humming "uuuuuuu", and King Luo Rong suddenly woke up, listening carefully, it was actually Guo Zimu.

He hurriedly said, "Xiao Mu, what's the matter? What's wrong?"

Guo Zimu, who was in his arms, didn't respond, just turned over and turned his back to him. King Luo Rong was anxious and leaned over: "Tell Uncle Murong, what's wrong? Is it a headache? Or is your stomach uncomfortable? It must be hurt by drinking too much." After speaking, King Luo Rong lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. , but was caught.

"No..." Guo Zimu's voice was a little weak.

King Luo Rong touched Guo Zimu's face, sweating all over his head, and he became more anxious: "I'll go to Yun An to see if he has any medicine."

"Don't go." Guo Zimu grabbed King Luo Rong tightly.

"Don't be self-willed." King Luo Rong took his hand, but Guo Zimu held it tighter: "No, it's uncomfortable."

"Can you sweat when you feel comfortable?" His eyes adapted to the darkness, and King Luo Rong touched Guo Zimu's neck, and he was also sweating. Guo Zimu hugged his waist and got into his arms.

King Luo Rong's heart was about to melt in an instant. He grabbed someone's clothes, wiped Guo Zimu's sweat, and said, "Your sweat, Uncle Murong, go get some water, you wipe it."

"Uncle Murong..."

"Ai."

The darkness gave Guo Zimu courage, and there may also be alcohol. Guo Zimu hummed again, but said, "I'm dreaming..."

King Luo Rong asked, "What did you dream about?"

"Dream... dream, Uncle Murong, kiss me..."

King Luo Rong's body immediately stiffened. Guo Zimu hummed again. King Luo Rong's old face was burning in the dark. If he didn't know what Guo Zimu's humming meant, he really wasn't a man.

Guo Zimu seemed to be really uncomfortable, rubbing against King Luo Rong. King Luo Rong's breathing gradually became heavier, and he swallowed: "Xiao Mu, Uncle Murong, go out and touch yourself, okay?"

Guo Zimu was crying, sobbing weakly. King Luo Rong closed his eyes. After a few breaths, he lowered his head and said in Guo Zimu's ear, "Xiaomu, turn around and face me."

Guo Zimu turned over obediently. King Luo Rong took Guo Zimu into his arms and reached into the quilt with one hand.

"Well……"

"Uncle Murong, teach you how to do it. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, just touch it like this. But you can't do this kind of thing too much, it will hurt your body."

"Um..."

King Luo Rong recited the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and gently stroked the already upturned place with his right hand through his trousers. Guo Zimu felt extremely uncomfortable, and King Luo Rong kept breathing deeply. He untied Guo Zimu's trousers and went in with difficulty.

At the moment when the skin touched, Guo Zimu let out a comfortable cry, but King Luo Rong was sweating all over his body. With the up and down movements of King Luo Rong's hands, Guo Zimu softened into a pool of spring water. Even he himself has never done such a thing, let alone someone he likes, to him.

King Luo Rong's sweat soaked his clothes, he gritted his teeth, and tried to shake off the image of the object in his hand depicted in his head. It must be, very beautiful and delicate, not as vulgar as his.

"Ah...uh..."

Guo Zimu's clothes were opened at an unknown time, and the darkness could not cover the whiteness of his body. King Luo Rong closed his eyes and did not dare to look. A pair of arms wrapped around his neck, and the man with his back to him rolled over. Softly pressed his lips again, but this time, King Luo Rong didn't have the strength to push it away.

"Well!"

The sound of sizzling water, I don't know if it is down or up. Facing Guo Zimu's temptation and initiative, King Luo Rong, who had been a widower for nearly 30 years, completely discarded his armor and armor.