No.5 Gongzhong

Inside the private seat of the Moon Pavilion.

A young man frowned tightly with two light eyebrows, his phoenix eyes looked forward, his waist was slender with a gold belt, and he sat sideways with a sneer, his chin resting on his white right hand. "Yiye, send this dude to my cousin."

Duan Ganyiye hurriedly took a small step forward, his handsome face showing embarrassment. "Master Qiu, isn't it inappropriate to do this? Master Biao, he..."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The roar outside the door pierced the eardrums, and the young man put away his indifferent smile, picked up the silver cup full of sake, and calmed down. "It's a pity that the number has come so soon. You go and ask him to come in."

"Yes."

A person rushed through the bead curtain in a hurry, ran straight to the side of the bed, shook his shoulders a few times, and called softly: "Name, name, wake up, wake up!" In a group, Xiumu asked sharply with obvious anger: "Baili Zhiqiu, what did you do to him?"

Facing the questioning, the young man's hands trembled slightly, and the spilled fine wine dripped onto his palm. Feeling the coldness, he put down the glass hesitantly, and smiled bitterly. "This is the first time you've called me by my name." Standing up and walking in front of the visitor, his eyes were filled with sadness, and he asked word by word: "No, is it just because of this person that you came to see me?"

Gong Zhonghao was very anxious, did not answer, and turned to look at the other person. "Yiye, what happened to him?"

Duan Ganyiye tried his best to explain: "Master Gongzhong, please don't misunderstand Young Master Qiu. He just invited the fifth son to have a drink, but the fifth son was too drunk, so he got drunk."

"You once told me that from childhood to old age, I fell in love with one person. Could it be that this dude is really your favorite person?"

Gong Zhonghao turned around and sat on the side of the bed, held the hand of the sleepy man, focused his tender eyes on his handsome face, and replied indifferently: "Yes or no, it has nothing to do with you."

"No, isn't three years enough to touch your heart? Tell me, what should I do to win a place in your heart?"

Gong Zhonghao didn't look back at him, and his tone remained unchanged: "In the past three years, I have turned a blind eye to you. The person you should blame and hate is me. Name is the person I cherish. I hope that he will only enjoy the spring breeze in his life and not catch the cold. Rain, so I beg you not to hurt him."

These words beat his heart violently like a whip, Baili Zhiqiu was suddenly at a loss, his face was as white as paper, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

Duan Ganyiye watched the melancholy expression of the person beside him, unconsciously the corners of his mouth drooped, he raised his hand silently, and rested on his back.

Relieved from the grief, Baili Zhiqiu's heart was ups and downs, and he was deeply moved: "You actually said the word 'begging' to me. A person who is not afraid of famous officials, not be confused by fame and wealth, and wholeheartedly pleads for the people, I thought that you would never ask for anything in this life, but I didn't expect you to be so easily..."

Gong Zhonghao gently picked up the person on the bed, moved around his waist, and faced the speaker with a blank expression. "I don't know if the patrol envoy is here for business, but for private business?"

"No, if you keep meddling in the affairs of the infirmary, I'm afraid you will be killed!" Baili Zhiqiu focused on him.

Looking at the man with a sad face, Gong Zhonghao replied calmly: "Life and death are not as good as morality. I am an official, but I want to be worthy of my heart. Let me go."

Hearing this, Baili Zhiqiu froze in place, and Duan Ganyiye followed the Gongzhong out of the Yueyue Pavilion.

"Yiye, go back and take care of Zhiqiu."

Duan Gan Yiye bent down, bowed deeply to him, and said earnestly: "Master Gongzhong, my young master is worthy of being cherished by anyone, please don't reject him again and let him continue to be alone, okay? For me, the young master is the most beautiful person in the world, so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed. To tell you the truth, I am not afraid of death, but I am only afraid of the young master's sadness."

"One sentient, one unintentional, doomed to fruitlessness, please go back."

Seeing that this person could not change his mind, Duan Ganyiye had no choice but to return.

In the quiet house.

"Master Qiu, are you alright?" Duan Ganyiye stared at the person who poured himself the drink, his tender eyes were full of pity.

"Sorrows and joys turn as you like in a flash, and it is difficult to know each other so far." Baili Zhiqiu closed his eyes with a wry smile, and calmly ordered: "Yiye, you immediately tell the people of the Gu clan, whoever dares to touch him, I will make him forever .”

"Yes."