An Empire as a Betrothal Gift

Chapter 32: new year

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December 31, New Year's Eve, is also the New Year's Eve for family reunion.

In the palace, lanterns and firecrackers were lit early. From a distance, the lights were bright and colorful embroidery was brilliant.

A prosperous event.

It was a rare day without a curfew. Palace people put on thick winter clothes, play with each other and set off fireworks, or enjoy lanterns together under the eaves of the porch. The lanterns in the palace are naturally different from those in the folk—the emerald green lotus lamp, the eight-treasure glazed lantern, and the mahogany carved flower cage, all of which are treasures that cannot be seen outside.

Everyone's face was filled with joy. His Majesty once ordered that from the first day of the new year to the third day of the new year, the palace people can go out to visit their family members, which was unprecedented in the previous dynasty. Many people are looking forward to the scene of meeting their relatives tomorrow.

The so-called tyrants of the world have actually given many gentle orders.

No matter how quiet the place is, it will become lively on this day.

It's just that the excitement never spread to the person in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

On New Year's Eve in previous years, Ji Yue would give the palace servants in the Hall of Mental Cultivation a holiday and let them go out to watch the lights and flowers, even Li Fuquan would not stay.

He prepared two sets of bowls and chopsticks himself, and sat alone in the hall, guarding a table of food, but sometimes he didn't move a sip until it was cold.

Reunion dinner is delicious only if you eat it with your family.

He has no family, so he can't taste the taste. If there is, the entrance is all bitter.

The King of Qin said that he was powerful and unparalleled, no one in the seven kingdoms could match, and his name was feared by everyone. But it always makes people forget that the famous tyrant is only twenty-one years old this year.

Just a young man who has just reached the crown.

On the day when thousands of families are reunited, the king unloads the burden of the world, and loneliness comes like a tide. Everyone knows that high places are very cold, but only when you really stand in this position can you know the darkness behind the brilliance when you look down on the world.

Li Fuquan once leaned on the back of the pillar and saw such a scene - there are fireworks outside, the world is noisy, everyone is smiling, and the whole world is celebrating.

The real emperor is not happy.

The young man in the hall lowered his eyebrows and looked expressionless at a pair of unused bowls and chopsticks, leaving the room alone.

That scene was distressing.

His Majesty was too defensive, and Li Fuquan was unable to walk in after ten years.

He knows that he is stupid and mediocre, how can he understand what His Majesty is thinking, and how can he make His Majesty trust him.

He can't.

Maybe... Wei Lian can.

"Your Majesty hasn't come back yet?" Wei Lian faced a table of delicious food, holding back his claws that were about to move. Seeing Li Fuquan coming in from the outside, he immediately put down his chopsticks and forcibly sat upright.

He has been sitting here for half an hour, and everyone is growing mushrooms.

The dishes are getting cold, and the King of Qin has not seen anyone yet.

Wei Lian didn't care where King Qin went. But King Qin didn't come back. According to the rules, he couldn't move chopsticks first, so he could only endure hunger.

...is this what people do!

If no one is allowed to eat on New Year's Eve, no one should live!

Li Fuquan's eyes twitched, pretending he didn't see the dumpling missing from the plate: "Young master, not yet."

"Your Majesty really called me to accompany you to dinner at the Hall of Mental Cultivation?" Wei Lian looked suspicious.

Li Fuquan immediately said: "How dare a slave to falsely pass on the oracle."

The tone was also somewhat uncertain.

He mentioned to His Majesty last night that it would be better to bring Master Wei on New Year's Eve this year, as there will be more people.

His Majesty was having dinner at the time, and he seemed to be in a trance, and responded with the word "um" at will.

… is this a promise

At that time, Li Fuquan only thought that His Majesty had agreed, but now it seems...

"It seems that Your Majesty has forgotten me." Wei Lian sighed.

Li Fuquan: "..."

This is embarrassing.

People were invited by him, and it has become the current situation, but instead of sending others out, they offended them.

When Wei Lian got up, Li Fuquan hurriedly said, "Young Master, don't be impatient, I'm sending someone to look for Your Majesty."

This is the case, the palace is so big, whether it can be found is still a problem.

His Majesty did not know when he left the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and he did not bring any of his followers. Li Fuquan sent someone to take a look at the imperial study, and His Majesty was not there either.

"No need." Wei Lian lowered his eyes, "I know where he is."

Cold Palace.

If there is any place that the excitement of the New Year cannot take care of, it must be here.

Almost every palace is hung with lanterns and red silk, but the cold palace is still a miserable white, with white flags swaggering in the night, like a mourning hall.

There are too many dead souls in the cold palace, and I don't know how many people are buried here. The place is desolate and cold, and even the sound of the wind seems to whimper, and there are rumors of ghosts from time to time. Some palace people will hang white flags here to comfort the dead, mainly for peace of mind.

I don't know how many years these white flags have been hung, and no one has taken them for a long time, which looks dilapidated.

As desolate as this deserted courtyard.

King Qin was born and raised here. Yun Ji was framed when she was pregnant, which made the previous king hate and abandon her. She escaped death because of the dragonborn in her womb, but she has since then been claustrophobic.

There are many descendants of the first prince, and this one is not bad.

It seems that everyone has forgotten their mother and son since then. Until Ji Yue was nine years old, the previous king was seriously ill, and all the sons were killed or injured in the fight for the throne. In the end, the empress dowager clan, who was the ambition of the wolf son, was chosen to be the puppet of the son in the cold palace.

Thought to pick out a rabbit to be slaughtered, but not knowing that he released an invincible lone wolf.

After the King of Qin took power, he issued an imperial decree to release all the concubines who were left in the cold palace from the previous dynasty, and returned to their homes to be supported by their relatives.

If there are no descendants, they will live in the nunnery.

Therefore, there is no one living in the cold palace now, and it is even more empty and lonely. Ordinarily timid palace servants would not even dare to approach this place at night.

Wei Lian walked alone on the desolate path, walking silently, pushing open the rotten wooden door.

The young son under the moonlight was dressed in white, with long hair reaching his waist, and his expression was astonishing.

Severe winter, cold wind, late night, cold palace.

I don't know where the wild cat meows, like a baby crying, the slightest infiltration.

Uncomfortably repressed.

Wei Lian's face was unafraid, he stood in the desolate courtyard, closed his eyes, listened to all directions, and detected where the King of Qin was.

After a breath, he opened his eyes, walked straight to a humble house, and pushed the door open.

The cramped and narrow interior has a panoramic view of the environment.

Such a small room can't hold much. Looking around, there is only one table and one chair, only one person.

A candle was burning on the table, and the candle flame danced, creating a silhouette on the mottled wall.

There are also several plates of porridge and side dishes, which are bland and tasteless, with two pairs of tableware facing each other. Several wine jars were poured on the ground, and it could be seen that the man drank a lot of wine.

The young man leaning on the chair held a bottle of wine with his beautiful fingers, his eyes were drunk, and his face was splendid. He supported Yi lazily, and when he heard the door opening, he raised his eyes slightly, and the wine glass was in his hand.

The young man in white pushed the door and entered, and there was a stream of snow all over his body, mixed with the sound of whistling. He quietly looked at the black-clothed youth in the room, his brows as cold as the moonlight.

Like a fairy descending to earth.

Ji Yue smiled, and only paused for a moment, then continued pouring wine nonchalantly, with a somewhat lazy tone: "Why are you here?"

"If the minister doesn't come, he should starve to death." The young man said.

Wei Lian stepped into the house and closed the door with his hands behind his back, blocking Qi Feng Leng Xue from the house.

Ji Yue raised his eyebrows and said with a grin, "So much resentment? Why, Wei Lang is starving to death because he can't see the lonely one, and he doesn't want to eat and eat?"

"Your Majesty is really a noble person who has forgotten things." Wei Lian said in a low voice, "Yesterday, Eunuch Li told the minister that you sent the minister to the Hall of Mental Cultivation today for dinner. The minister waited for half an hour, and the day lily was cold."

He emphasized the words "the dishes are cold", saying that Ji Yue's behavior was excessive.

yesterday

Ji Yue thought for a while.

At dinner last night, Li Fuquan seemed to have said something to him.

But he didn't hear clearly.

At that time, he was thinking about the difference between eating alone and eating with Wei Lian. Otherwise, why would he lose his appetite and feel less delicious than before.

He didn't know what Li Fuquan asked, so he answered casually. After all, Li Fu can do it well.

Who would have thought that Wei Lian was actually asked to come over.

Thinking so, Ji Yue felt the need to explain.

"It's not that I forgot." Ji Yue said seriously.

Wei Lian said "um" to see what he explained.

"I don't remember it at all."

Wei Lian: "..."

"Your Majesty!" Wei Lian was angry.

He was really pissed!

He had been hungry for so long, and the King of Qin didn't take it to heart at all. He couldn't do anything to anyone, because that was the King of Qin.

So annoying.

Wei Lian sat down on the chair opposite without hesitation, rolled up his sleeves and picked up chopsticks: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for preparing an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, I'm very welcome."

Ji Yue smiled slightly: "Put it down."

Wei Lian turned a deaf ear and took a green vegetable.

Ji Yue held it down with his chopsticks, and his tone sank: "Wei Lian, these bowls and chopsticks are not for you."

Wei Lian raised his head and said calmly, "Your Majesty would rather give this to someone who will never come back, and let the minister go hungry?"

He knew that King Qin prepared an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks for each New Year's Eve for whom.

Ji Yue's expression faded: "Since you know who it's for, you should understand—" You can't move this pair of tableware.

"I don't understand." Wei Lian looked at him.

Ji Yue's eyes were slightly cold.

The next moment, he heard Wei Lian say softly, "I have never seen my mother-in-law before."

"Therefore, there is no recollection, and I am afraid that I cannot understand His Majesty's nostalgia."

"But if your majesty's mother and concubine are still alive, you will definitely not want to see your majesty indulging in the past and unable to extricate herself."

Ji Yue moved for a while, the emotion in his eyes dissipated, and it turned into a bottomless pool: "You—"

Wei Lian interrupted him: "I'm so hungry."

"..." Ji Yue took the chopsticks back, his eyes a little helpless.

"Eat."

Wei Lian started unceremoniously.

He eats quite suavely. He said that he was hungry, and his movements still maintained the inherent elegance of the royal family, which was very pleasing to the eyes.

It seems that he is not eating rough food, but delicious delicacies.

Ji Yue saw how he was eating, and suddenly he had an appetite.

The lively New Year's Eve, the protons sent by the tyrannical King of Qin and the State of Chu - two people of different status, sitting together in a dilapidated room in the cold palace, eating the most bland food. Porridge and side dishes are also eaten with relish.

It's a wonder.

They have eaten together many times in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The delicacies of mountains and seas, delicious wine and delicacies, but they are not as comfortable as this night.

"How do you know that the loneliness is here, and how do you know that this pair of bowls and chopsticks are prepared for the lone mother and concubine?" Ji Yuexing said.

Wei Lian raised his eyes in surprise: "Is it hard to guess?"

Ji Yue hooked her lips: "It's not difficult. But they can't guess."

"Those who know me are only the Duwei Lang."

Wei Lian lowered his head and continued to eat: "Everyone is stupid."

Ji Yue added for him: "You are the smartest?"

"Not all." Wei Lian said humbly, "One of them."

Ji Yuelang smiled: "Wei Lian, Wei Lian, you really—"

Wei Lian answered, "He's a wonderful person."

"... Wei Lian, if there is an army from the six countries attacking Qin in the future, you will definitely be able to defend my Daqin City Tower by yourself."

"Why did your majesty say this? I don't know how to fight."

"Why do you need to fight? You only need to stand there, and you will be thick-skinned enough to build a city wall." Ji Yue joked that he still knew how to attract jade, "It is guaranteed to be indestructible, and even an army of 100,000 will not be able to attack."

He said, drinking another glass of wine.

Wei Lian saw the wine jars lying on the ground, and he expected that King Qin had already drank a lot before he came. If King Qin is drunk and there is no one around here, wouldn't he have to carry people back

No, he can't, he doesn't want to do physical work at all.

Wei Lian was about to step forward to grab Ji Yue's wine glass and ask him not to drink it, but when Ji Yue saw that he was going to grab the wine, his reaction was even bigger than his: "You are not allowed to drink it!"

Wei Lian: "?"

Who's going to drink

Wei Lian was puzzled, he thought for a while, instead of grabbing the wine bottle from the King of Qin's hand, he went to grab the wine jar on the table.

In short, the King of Qin could not be allowed to drink any more.

Ji Yue was like an enemy, grabbed the jar of wine on the table and hugged it into his arms: "Don't touch it! Stay away from it!"

The last time Wei Lian took a drink, he could get drunk into that kind of virtue, pressing him to do all the bad things. If I drink another jar this time, wouldn't the sky be lifted.

Ji Yue imagined the scene again, and was suddenly shocked, and even pulled the chair further away.

Wei Lian: "..."

Wei Lian made a "whatever you want" gesture.

Ji Yue was afraid that Wei Lian would think about these wines again, and emphasized: "These are all lonely. You are not allowed to touch a drop. Do you hear?"

Wei Lian glanced at the wine jar and asked sincerely, "Aren't you afraid of getting drunk?"

Ji Yue hugged the wine jar: "What do you know? You are a martial artist, you can use your internal force to evaporate the wine."

This is the basis for him to claim that he is not drunk in a thousand cups.

Otherwise, he would have to pour out a thousand cups of alcohol alone.

Wei Lian thought for a while: "Oh."

You are great, you are great.

Ji Yue squinted: "What's your tone? Do you not believe it?"

Wei Lian: I'm not, I don't.

Ji Yue put the wine jar on the table, full of pride: "I'll drink it for you alone!"

Wei Lian: "..."

It seems that the King of Qin is already drunk.

Wei Lian didn't bother to stop it, anyway, the other party also said that he could use his internal force to evaporate to dryness, so he didn't worry about losing his mind.

He knew even more that this was a way for the King of Qin to vent his emotions.

Everyone should have a way to express their emotions. The king of Qin shoulders all the people of the world, and he is not sure how much more difficult it is than ordinary people.

As a king, his joy and anger are always invisible, and he does not let anyone see his mind. Be vigilant at all times and walk on the edge of the blade like on thin ice.

For a long time, no one can stand it.

Do not erupt in silence, die in silence. It was just as forbearance as Wei Lian, after a long period of restraint, couldn't bear it, and slaughtered all those people

King Qin has three hundred and sixty-four days in a year that are invincible, and the remaining days of fragility are all left to his mother.

It's really not hard to guess.

King Qin couldn't believe anyone, and the only one who could make him feel at ease was the birth mother Yunji. Only the mother who gave him warmth in his childhood can be used as a comfort to his soul, allowing him to take off his hard outer shell for a moment, revealing a soft inner side, and venting his suppressed emotions.

But his mother died eleven years ago.

He could only rely on a pair of unused bowls and chopsticks, pretending that his mother was still by his side.

A king cannot show weakness to anyone, but a child can be weak before his mother.

Heaven and earth are melting pots, all living beings are suffering. Even if he is as powerful as the King of Qin, he also has such a fragile side.

There are too many ruthless people in the world. A humane person, Wei Lian will not be afraid, let alone disgusted.

To his surprise, King Qin didn't seem to mind showing this unknown side in front of him.

To be honest, he was a little afraid that he knew too much and would be killed.

After three rounds of drinking, Ji Yue's face was slightly drunk, and the food on the table was not much, and was swept clean by the two of them.

Wei Lian didn't drink any alcohol, and was naturally sober. He looked at the empty plate and chuckled: "Your Majesty has always been very picky about meals. Today, the dishes on this table are so crude, but Your Majesty can eat them. Wasn't it pretentious in the past?"

"What's in it? I've eaten even more unpalatable things before, but I have no choice." Ji Yue shook the wine in the glass, unexpectedly calm, "If you have a choice, you can live a good life. , who would like to suffer?"

Wei Lian took it seriously.

He himself is the best example.

As soon as a person is drunk, the chatterbox is opened. It is rare that there is someone who is pleasing to the eye tonight, and Ji Yue suddenly has a long-lost desire to talk.

"Is she really not coming back?" Ji Yue asked low.

Wei Lian knew who he was asking, and replied, "Your Majesty knows the answer better than your ministers."

King Qin was not an escapist, otherwise he would not have given him the extra bowls and chopsticks so easily.

He actually understands that the man has passed away and will never return, and he just can't bear to think about it.

"I don't believe in ghosts and gods." Ji Yue let out a low laugh, "I heard rumors of ghosts in the cold palace, but I also had a trace of delusions. If the mother and concubine's soul is still there, will she still be alone? She lingered in the place where she died before her death. I was afraid that she would feel lonely, so she often came here to see her."

"Gu invited a master to save her. If there are really ghosts in the world, Gu also doesn't want her to stay in the world. She has been let down by that person in this life, and her life is miserable. She should be born in the next life."

Wei Lian said quietly: "The Queen Mother is blessed with all the blessings of the sky, and she will be safe and happy in the next life."

Yun Ji has long been posthumously named the Queen Mother by the King of Qin. Wei Lian also deserves such a title.

"The solitary was born in the cold palace, that's when I was really hungry." Ji Yue half closed his eyes, his tone was calm as if he was telling someone else's story, "The palace servants often forget to send water and food, so the concubine will dig for water. I ate the moss in the ditch, I drank the blood of my mother and concubine alone, and I drank the snow water that melted in winter. The taste is really bad. The snow looks clean, but the inside is filthy, as dirty as a human heart. ."

He never even said these words to Li Fuquan.

Li Fuquan would not really understand the unbearable past of the aloof monarch. But Wei Lian can definitely.

Wei Lian's growth experience is similar to his.

Wei Lian listened quietly and poured himself a glass of wine unhurriedly.

Ji Yue was immediately vigilant: "Don't drink it!"

Wei Lian said, "I don't want to drink it. Only when the wine is full can I hear the atmosphere of the story."

Ji Yue: "..."

Ji Yue: "I won't talk about it alone."

Wei Lian frowned: "Don't, the atmosphere of the story is already brewing."

Ji Yue sneered: "Would it be better to prepare a plate of melon seeds for you?"

Wei Lian's eyes lit up: "Is there?"

Ji Yue gritted his teeth: "No!"

Wei Lian glanced at him, and said leisurely, "Then I'll give you a story for your Majesty."

"When I was four years old, I drank a kind of milk. At that time, I was left unattended in the palace. One day I was really thirsty. When I saw the wooden cart with milk in the palace, I secretly took some from a jar to quench my thirst. I thought at that time. , I have never drank something so delicious in my life."

"Later I learned that the car of milk was sent to the father's favorite concubine for bathing."

"This world is really interesting. Some people can't even drink saliva, but some people can bathe in milk." Wei Lian's tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about something funny, but the content of what he said made people feel pity.

Ji Yue looked at him, and continued: "Gu most looking forward to the snowfall in winter, the mother and concubine will build a snowman with Gu and play snowball fights, even if the whole body is freezing cold, but also feel happy. Cold palace is hard, that is the only fun. Unfortunately, later, The fun is gone."

Later, Yun Ji couldn't stand the long suffering of a woman's best years in the cold palace, and gradually became crazy, and it was Ji Yue who took care of her from then on. Later, Yun Ji was buried in the ancient well, and Ji Yue no longer had a mother.

This is why Shi Weilian escaped when he first met Shi Weilian because he missed playing in the snow with his mother in the past.

It just hit Ji Yue's weakness.

Wei Lian's expression didn't change: "I also like snowy days, and I can bury a person alive without knowing it." One of them was killed by him like this.

Ji Yue: "..." It was so terrifying.

Hearing Ji Yue's gaze, Wei Lian blinked and immediately changed his words: "Just kidding. I mean, I would play snow with my sister in winter when I was a child, which is a rare joy in my memory. "

He didn't lie. Wei Xiang was his only companion when he was a child. When Wei Lian was young, he brought him a lot of warmth.

But after Wei Xiang grew up and alienated him, the two had little chance to meet, let alone play together.

Ji Yue drank another cup: "Leng Gong has no time, Gu Chang can't tell what is today and what is the eve. The lively outside can't reach the Leng Gong, only when I see the bright lights of the palace in the distance, and there are faint sounds of bamboo, I know the outside. It's a festival, but I don't know what festival it is. Later, I left the cold palace, but I'm not interested in those festivals anymore."

Wei Lian answered quickly: "The minister is not a festival. But there are few festivals, and there are many festivals."

Language arts are always subtle. The former festival refers to those who can celebrate the festival together, while the latter refers to those who have had conflicts.

The translation is that there are few friends, but there are many enemies.

Wei Lian did this, and Ji Yue did the same.

The two looked at each other.

There was a moment of silence in the dimly lit room. The two young men with great appearances were quiet for a moment, and suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Ji Yue laughed so much that the wine bottle in his hand fell on the table, and the wine left in the glass flowed out, and the laughter overflowing from his throat was an unstoppable joy. Wei Lian curved his brows and eyes, covered his lower lip with his wide sleeves, and smiled softly.

"Wei Lian, it's rare in the world for your son to get involved with us."

As a royal bloodline, it is not as good as a beggar, is it not a joke

This is like a miserable conference, which is a big joke in the world. After speaking, he seemed to be relieved, and even his heart was relieved.

Wei Lian stopped smiling and said, "You are already a king."

Ji Yue sneered: "Gu Ruo failed to bring down the queen mother, Gu is still a joke."

"But there is no if." Wei Lian sighed, "If you have to tell a joke, isn't the minister better?"

From the son to the male pet, he is still miserable.

Ji Yue glanced at him: "You don't need to make such a self-deprecating appearance, I know that you are more mad than anyone else."

Wei Lian pretended to be puzzled: "Huh?"

Ji Yue raised her eyebrows.

Wei Lian looked at him for a few breaths, and told the truth: "Okay, I think this minister is quite powerful. There are so many sons of the seven kings, and the real idiots are already dead."

To live is to win.

Ji Yue smiled and said, "This is you."

Wei Lian snorted.

At this moment, a gust of wind poured in from the window lattice and blew out the candles on the table.

The room suddenly became pitch black.

Both of them are good at martial arts, and have excellent night vision ability, even if the candle is extinguished.

Wei Lian couldn't stand it, but he still kept his character.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid of the dark." Wei Lian's tone was very calm, "Let's get out of here quickly."

Ji Yue: ... I didn't hear that you were afraid of the dark.

"Promising." Ji Yue snorted, grabbed Wei Lian's hand, and led the person out of the cold palace.

Ji Yue had a habit of bringing people back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and had long forgotten that he had separated from Wei Lian. Guess Wei Lian took his hand and led him in another direction.

Ji Yue was startled, and asked as he walked, "Where are you taking Gu?"

"Your Majesty, my fellow ministers said three old things tonight. Eating, playing in the snow, and celebrating the festival. I didn't have a full meal when I was a child, I didn't have a playmate when it snowed, and I didn't participate in the festival." Wei Lian bent down, got up, turned his head and smiled, "This is you The regret of this is also the regret of the minister, since this is the case, why can't we make it together?"

Ji Yue asked, "Consummation?"

"Yeah, out of the three things, we're only going to finish dinner tonight." Wei Lian let go of his hand calmly, and slowly stepped back, "This second thing... Of course it's playing in the snow. !"

The young man in white slammed the snowball he just bent over and picked up on Ji Yue, then turned around and ran away.

Ji Yue was caught off guard by being smashed full of snow, and his whole body was cold: "Wei, Lian!"

He also grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, strode up to catch up with Wei Lian, and threw it at people without saying a word.

Wei Lian didn't care that he was covered in snow, and he was smashed back with a snow ball.

"Wei Lian, please stop for Gu!"

"That depends on your Majesty's ability!"

The two of you chase after me, hurt each other, and never tire of it. If anyone else saw it, they would be shocked—His Majesty and Young Master Lian could play such a childish game of snowball fights like two children, it was incredible.

Some people have experienced thousands of sails, but they are still childlike.

They have adult sophistication when they are children, but they can also retain a precious childlike innocence when they grow up. It's just a shortcoming of a partner who can accompany the crazy and make trouble together.

Both have their own regrets, but together they are complete.

The world's love, why it arises, is probably the case. The two of them do not know it, and all things in the world have been confirmed.

In the end, Wei Lian, who was still "feel and frail", exhausted his physical strength first, and was caught up by Ji Yue, grabbing his wrist and pouring snow into his collar.

"Your Majesty, don't! It's cold—" Wei Lian begged for mercy with a smile, "Your Majesty spare the minister..."

These words are normal now, but Jiyue often has some dreams these days, and when she hears this, she trembles all over, and her whole aura is released.

"Do you know how to beg for mercy now? Wasn't it a pleasure to smash the orphan just now?" Ji Yue snorted coldly, but still helped him brush the snow off his clothes.

"It's still you who is great, I'm tired, I don't play anymore." Wei Lian panted lightly, his cheeks flushed slightly from the violent running, which was really pretty.

A triumphant smile appeared on Ji Yue's face.

When I was a child, I had nothing, and I had a snowball fight with my mother and concubine in winter. As long as I won, the child can have such pure and simple happiness.

Later, he sat on the world and won countless battles in the Quartet, but he was never really happy for a long time.

Now, Ji Yue finally got back some old feelings.

Perhaps, when he acquiesced to Wei Lian to take over that pair of bowls and chopsticks, he acquiesced that he had one more weakness.

thumping!

Ji Yue's smile condensed on his face.

Wei Lian actually said that he was unprepared, and smashed the snow that had been hidden in his palm again.

"I never admit defeat." Wei Lian gave a sly smile and ran away.

Ji Yue: Wei Lian, you are finished.

He was about to catch up when he saw the young man in front of him seemed to be running too fast, staggered a bit, and almost fell into the snow. Ji Yue immediately mentioned Qinggong and flew over, taking the person into his arms.

… and then the snow was too slippery for him to stand still, and the two fell into a ball.

Ji Yue subconsciously protected the back of Wei Lian's head, turned around, and acted like a human flesh cushion.

He is strong and strong alone, and it's okay to fall. He is so weak, can't his body still fall apart

Ji Yue found an excuse for his instinctive protective behavior.

Wei Lian fell into Ji Yue's arms, and Ji Yue fell heavily into the snow.

The coldness of his back made Ji Yue hissed lightly, protecting Wei Lian in his arms without a trace.

He stared blankly at the young man lying on his body: "Aren't you getting up yet?"

Wei Lian raised his head from his chest, a face unparalleled in the world turned white by the moonlight. He raised his eyes slightly, and the sky behind him was full of light, like a star wearing a moon.

Ji Yue's heartbeat suddenly contracted.

Like an ice-breaking seed sprout, a flower blooms from the snow.

When Wei Lian left him, Ji Yue still hadn't reacted.

Wei Lian stood up and looked down at him: "Your Majesty, is it comfortable to lie in the snow?"

Ji Yue stubbornly said, "It's so comfortable that I don't want to wake up." I can't admit that it was Wei Lian who was in a daze, and he wanted to face.

Wei Lian's voice was clear, with a slight smile: "Then Your Majesty will stay here for the night."

Ji Yue got up immediately: "Why should Gu listen to you?"

He used his inner strength to dry the snow and cold air on his body, and by the way, also dried Wei Lian's.

Wei Lian covered his lips and smiled.

Duplicitous guy.

"Hey, Xue is over too, so tired." Wei Lian said lazily, "I want to go back to sleep."

Ji Yue was stunned, and hurriedly asked, "Is there one more thing?"

Wei Lian pretended to be at a loss: "What's the matter?"

"..." Ji Yue emphasized, "You said you were going to celebrate the festival together."

"It's not an important matter. In the past, the minister was no match for a single person, so this year it's not necessary." Wei Lian said casually, and he didn't seem to care about it.

Ji Yue's face darkened: "Isn't Gu a person? We agreed to be together—" He was a little aggrieved.

Wei Lian stared at him.

Ji Yue was a little uncomfortable being stared at, and turned his face away and said, "Why do you look at Gu Zuo so much?"

Wei Lian chuckled: "Your Majesty is actually looking forward to celebrating the New Year with this minister?"

Ji Yue flatly denied: "No."

Wei Lian turned around and left: "That minister goes back to sleep."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ji Yue lost to him, and stepped forward to pull Weilian's sleeve, showing a little childishness, "Don't go back."

Wei Lian lowered his eyes and said, "That's not keeping up."

Ji Yue really followed Wei Lian away obediently this time.

"Where are you going now?" After walking with Wei Lian for a long time, Ji Yue couldn't help but wonder.

Wei Lian replied, "I don't know."

Ji Yue: "???"

"This is also the first time for me to celebrate the New Year with someone. I have never participated in it before, so I don't know the process." Wei Lian said sincerely.

Ji Yue: "Then what are you doing now?"

Wei Lian: "Just wander around."

Ji Yue: "..."

God, his great queen and queen dowager casually stroll around.

Ji Yue stopped and didn't leave.

Wei Lian glanced over.

Ji Yue said bluntly: "When I look at the palace people in the past, I have to watch the fireworks."

"I know a place where you can see the lanterns of the entire palace, and it is also the closest to the sky, where you can see the most beautiful fireworks."

He held Wei Lian with his backhand: "Gu take you there."

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand.

The Star Picking Tower is the tallest building in the palace, with a total of nine floors, because it looks like a nine-story pagoda. The astronomical officer of Qintianjian often watches the stars on the ninth floor at night, and speculates on the fortune of the country.

Wei Lian looked at the endless long stairs, and said without changing his face: "Your Majesty, let's go home."

I don't want to climb such a high ladder.

It is true that as long as you perform light work, this distance is not a problem. However, he couldn't use it, if he walked up one step at a time...

Just go home and sleep.

"Pfft." Ji Yue laughed, "Lazy fox, don't let you go."

Wei Lian: "?"

Why is he a fox again

In Ji Yue's eyes, Wei Lian is now a black-bellied and cunning little fox who is occasionally cute and lazy most of the time.

Wei Lian didn't understand Ji Yue's thoughts. He hadn't even started to think about the similarities between himself and the fox.

"Hurry up, close your eyes if you're afraid." Ji Yue reminded warmly, his breath rubbed against his ears, a bit burning.

Wei Lian silently hugged Ji Yue's neck tightly.

The next moment, Ji Yueyun lifted his qi and stood up on the ground with a light posture.

They are rising.

farther and farther from the ground.

Hearing the wind whistling in his ears, Wei Lian glanced down calmly, the height was too high to look directly.

Fortunately, he is not afraid of heights.

"Don't be afraid." Ji Yue comforted.

Wei Lian was not afraid, and even had time to watch the scenery.

But King Qin said so, and Wei Lian still acted it out of respect.

He closed his eyes, pretended to be scared, buried his face in Ji Yue's arms, and wrapped his arms around the person's neck slightly.

Ji Yue tapped with his toes on the tiles on each floor, and with a few jumps, he brought Wei Lian to the top.

"Okay." Ji Yue said, "You can open your eyes."

Wei Lian opened his eyes and found that they were not standing in the pavilion on the ninth floor.

… they stood directly on the eaves of the ninth floor.

Under his feet are neatly laid black tiles.

Looking down, it is a dizzying height.

Wei Lian resolutely grabbed Ji Yue's hand and pressed his entire body to him: "I have weak legs and can't stand firm—"

Ji Yue's lips curled up without a trace, and said calmly, "Then sit down."

It feels so much better to sit down. Although Wei Lian is not really afraid.

The two sat side by side on the roof, feeling the coolness of the wind blowing over, and looked far into the distance.

The height here can have a panoramic view of the entire palace and see the bright lights in the distance.

The green tiles and red walls set off the small bridges and flowing water, and the pavilions and pavilions are like the moon in the mirror. The towers of the palace are covered with frost and snow, and flakes of cold plum blossom on the branches.

The playful figures of the palace people turned into little dots, adorning this majestic royal city, and they came into view.

Winding along the palace road to the city gate, you can vaguely see people outside the palace. The streets are bustling and lively, and children gather in the streets to set off fireworks. Artists juggle, hawkers shout, and the streets are empty. Every household sticks to the couplet, beaming with joy.

The distant mountains are hidden into the night, and there is only a silent outline, which outlines the vastness of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

This place is human.

They stared at everything from high places, and each other had a moment of silence.

Wei Lian calmed down and looked down, his heart was surging.

It was a pomp he had never seen before.

He suddenly raised his voice, mixed with a touch of excitement: "Look, fireworks!"

Ji Yue looked up and saw a firework rising into the sky, blooming in the night, extremely gorgeous.

Countless fireworks followed, decorating the entire starry sky into a dazzling sea of flowers.

Beautiful.

Galaxy, night, lanterns, fireworks.

These things are actually there every year, nothing new, and the sooner Ji gets tired of seeing them.

He never thought they were so beautiful.

When the young man in white beside him was engrossed in watching the fireworks, Ji Yue quietly turned his head and looked at Wei Lian's profile.

Young people are born very good-looking, with delicate facial features everywhere, and fully interpret the word beauty.

He tilted his head slightly, and the golden halo of the fireworks reflected on his cheeks, illuminating his complexion astonishingly. The long hair was blown up by the oncoming wind, as if to ride the wind back. The young man's smiling eyes are curved and gleaming, as if thousands of stars and fireworks have fallen into his eyes.

Ji Yue was slightly taken aback.

Why did he still feel drunk when he had already dispelled the power of alcohol

Wei Lian seemed to be aware of his gaze, and suddenly turned his head, staring into his eyes.

The two were stunned for a moment.

Just like when I first saw it, I caught a glimpse of it in the snow.

Yan Nian Junzi, warm like jade, in his board house, disturb my heart.

After a while, Wei Lian took the lead in evoking a smile, and in the hustle and bustle of the fireworks, he whispered:

"Your Majesty, Happy New Year."

Ji Yue pursed her lips.

This is his first Chinese New Year in the true sense, and it is also the first time someone said Happy New Year to him.

How many people wished him a long life and prosperity, but what he really wanted was a simple happiness.

He waited twenty-one years.

Just waiting for a Wei Lian.

After a long time, he chuckled and answered in a low voice.

"Happy New Year."