Wei Lian felt that since Ji Yue came back from Ganquan Temple that day, the whole person became a little strange.
The specific performance is... more sticky to him.
They used to have a good relationship, but they were not inseparable, and they always had their own space. For example, when Ji Yue was handling official business, Wei Lian always consciously did not bother.
But now it is different, Ji Yue also takes him with him when he reviews the memorial, and sometimes asks for his opinion.
Wei Lian was born in the royal family, and the emperor's ingenuity is not a problem. He is also a good hand in handling political affairs. Naturally, he can solve the problem perfectly, but it is rather strange.
"Didn't the law of Qin stipulate that the harem should not be involved in politics? You are not afraid of being criticized by officials."
Ji Yue replied, "Will it be a pity to bury Wei Lang's unparalleled talent?"
"I don't believe this." Wei Lian spread a memorial in front of him. "You have to ask me about this kind of personnel scheduling. How do I think... Are you planning to let me take over all the affairs of the court?"
Wei Lian never asked about Qin's political affairs, and was not clear about various details. Now, Ji Yue seems to want him to be familiar and in control, which makes Wei Lian suspicious.
What he said was outrageous, and he clearly meant "Are you planning to make me regent?" It's really not something ordinary people dare to ask.
Ji Yue didn't care, but sighed helplessly: "I'm really tired of criticizing this pile of memorials every day. Wei Xiaolian, you are so smart and capable, can't you help me solve problems?"
As he spoke, he leaned back on the chair, looking tired, as if he really thought this pile of books was such a burden.
Wei Lianding gave him a fixed look, suppressed his doubts, and took out the next memorial to help Ji Yue review it.
His original handwriting was sharp and restrained, and since the fight and Ji Yue made it clear, he has no longer bothered to pretend. The bold and beautiful fonts appear on the paper, piercing the madness on the back of the paper.
This is his real handwriting, which is like a person, born arrogant.
To imitate Ji Yue's handwriting, it is also a three-pointed piece of wood, very similar in shape and spirit.
Ji Yue leaned against the back of the chair, quietly watching Wei Lian's profile of seriously reviewing the memorial, with a little sadness in his drooping eyes.
The words of Master Jingchen that day were still in his ears.
"The catastrophe is about to start, and there will be a bloody disaster in the southeast."
"The method of turning robbery is on the donor who was beside you just now."
"The poor monk sees... the death is haunted, and the misfortune is more fortunate than for good."
…
Ji Yue closed his eyes, put his fingers on his forehead, and said nothing for a long time.
On the one hand, the safety of the people, on the other hand, is the life of Wei Lian. If Wei Lian goes, he will die in nine lifetimes, and there will be no return; if Wei Lian does not go, the disaster will spread, and there will be countless casualties.
How should he choose
What should he... how
Wei Lian and Ji Yue are both masters of acting. Wei Lian had been acting for so long before Ji Yue could see the flaw. Likewise, if Ji Yue really wanted to hide someone, Wei Lian wouldn't notice anything unusual.
The two of them now communicate with each other, and they can understand each other's thoughts with just one look. Wei Lian's mind was sharp, and after watching Ji Yue's actions in the past few days, although he couldn't say what was wrong for a while, he took it to heart and temporarily suppressed it.
… the weirdest thing was on the couch.
Ji Yue seemed to have taken aphrodisiac, and whenever he was free, he would take him to Wushan together. Wei Lian originally only regarded it as a taste, with strong affection and sweetness, and he did nothing to blame.
... too much.
No matter how crazy Ji Yue was in the past, he always cared about his body. Even if it was the night of Guan's birthday, when he called "Husband", Ji Yue immediately softened.
But clearly not these days.
Ji Yue became more gentle to him on the couch, but the couch became more and more dog-like, and he would never stop no matter what he said. No matter how many times you cry "husband", you will only be treated more fiercely.
Wei Lian faintly felt that Ji Yue was venting something, but whenever he asked casually during the day, Ji Yue always said, "I've been very energetic recently," or simply didn't explain a word, just closed his lips and hugged him. On the couch, Wei Lian will soon be kissed by him until he can no longer ask questions.
so crazy.
All this made Wei Lian think of a word.
lingering to death.
He was really about to die, and was tossed to death on the bed by Ji Yue.
The body became more and more familiar with each other, but the heart felt more and more alienated. They are still in love, but under each scorching kiss comes a colder heart and an endless spread of panic.
His lover has something on his mind, but he doesn't know anything.
This made Wei Lian extremely irritable and a little sad.
He felt that he and Ji Yue were two people trapped in a shell. He finally came out, and took great courage to present everything to Ji Yue without reservation, but Ji Yue withdrew for some reason.
He stood outside Ji Yue's shell and couldn't open it no matter how much he knocked.
Then, Wei Lian secretly went out to the palace.
It was only after Ji Yue came back from Ganquan Temple that day that something went wrong. He had to know what Ji Yue said to Master Jingchen at that time.
"Amitabha." Jingchen came out of the meditation room and saw a young man wearing a hat standing at the door. He chanted the Buddha's name, and seemed not to have expected the arrival of the young man.
The young man lifted his hat, and his protruding face was as cold as ice and snow: "I came here today to ask the master a question."
Jingchen replied: "The poor monk knows what the donor wants to ask, but the poor monk can't tell me—"
Before he finished speaking, a folding fan pressed against his neck.
Sharp sharp blades pierced from the fan bone.
Wei Lian chuckled and said, "Then I'll forgive you for being rude."
Jingchen: "…Donor, have something to say."
Although his Dharma is profound and worthy of heaven's secrets, he really does not know martial arts.
Wei Lian turned his folding fan gently, mildly and politely: "Then say it."
Jingchen changed his words tremblingly: "The donor put down the fan, and the poor monk will tell the truth."
…
Looking at the back of Wei Lian going down the mountain, Jingchen put away the look of greed for life and fear of death, and sighed: "Ji Shizhu, I don't know if you will regret such a decision in the future..."
The night was cool, and the candlelight flickered.
Inside the Zhongling Palace, there were a few low-pitched breaths.
Wei Lian clenched his fingers tightly, the pressed eyelashes were wet, and the exposed skin was a touch of rouge.
Too intense.
Must be hurt.
When Ganquan Temple came back, he finally knew what choice Ji Yue was facing these days.
Jingchen told him everything. There is a catastrophe in the southeast, only he can solve it, but if he goes, he will be doomed.
After all, he could not escape the doomed doom.
For Ji Yue, this was an extremely painful choice.
To save him, or to save one side of the people.
To put it in a more cruel way, let him die alone, or let thousands of people die.
If Jiyue is a faint-hearted prince who doesn't love the country and the beauty, there is no doubt that he will choose the former.
Ke Ji Yue is a wise man.
A wise man will not give up his people.
so…
Wei Lian endured it quietly, almost biting his lips to bleed, and his drooping crow's eyelashes trembled violently.
That's why Ji Yue has been pestering him these days.
Pulling him around so uncontrollably.
It was... Was every day between them regarded as the last day
It is so, it is so.
Wei Lian can actually understand.
If it were him, he would also choose to save more people. If Ji Yue chose him, he would look down on him instead.
How could Wei Lian fall in love with someone who ignores the people of the world for his own selfishness.
He fell in love with a hero, a wise man through the ages. It was Ji Yue like this that he loved.
But he still felt sad.
Not because Ji Yue chose the common people.
In such a long life, he and Ji Yue were together for such a short time. He was really… very unwilling.
He probably also knew that the person behind him was sadder than him.
Wei Lian accepted Ji Yue's treatment without saying a word. He knew that he was injured, but Ji Yue was restless and didn't realize it.
It wasn't until his body hurt so bad that Wei Lian said hoarsely, "Enough."
Ji Yue couldn't hear.
He was reluctant to part with this person, and he didn't want to waste his limited time for a moment.
Wei Lian rested his forehead on his arm, his voice trembling, and said very lightly, "...It hurts."
Ji Yue suddenly woke up, seeing Wei Lian's embarrassed appearance, pain and panic flashed through in an instant.
He left quickly, opened his mouth to apologize, but couldn't say a word.
Wei Lian lowered his head wearily. He was tired, this time he was really hurt, maybe he was bleeding...
He was quiet for a while, and felt a chill behind him.
Ji Yue is giving him medicine.
It was the medicine sent by Imperial Physician Wang last time, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now.
Wei Lian closed his eyes somewhat mockingly.
A drop of cold liquid fell on Wei Lian's shoulder.
He thought it was Ji Yue's sweat, after all, they had just ended an almost tyrannical love affair.
"Alian." Ji Yue whispered, "I'm sorry."
He leaned over and hugged him, crying over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Sorry for what
Sorry to hurt him.
Or are you sorry for giving up on him
It's okay, I know, Ji Yue, you are a big hero.
I don't blame you.
Wei Lian pretended to be relaxed and said, "Ji Yue, you are going too far. Toss me so much at night, and ask me to give you a memorial during the day. It's not as oppressive as you are."
He turned around, saw Ji Yue's reddish eyes, was stunned, and smiled, "I didn't cry, why are you crying? Promise."
Ji Yue looked at him for a while, then suddenly came up to kiss him. They hugged each other tightly and kissed inseparably, even the candlelight was not as fiery as the love.
The moonlight is not as sad as that look.
I don't know if he was frightened by Wei Lian's injury that day, but Ji Yue never touched him again. But the stickiness remained the same, just hugged him gently and carefully, and did nothing.
It's like carefully protecting your treasures and cherishing them.
On the contrary, Wei Lian mentioned it a few times, but Ji Yue refused: "I was too lonely a while ago, and it's not good for your health."
Wei Lian wanted to control him, he was going to die, and he had to get enough sleep before he died.
So he completely reversed the state of Ji Yue a few days ago.
In the eyes of outsiders, I just feel that the relationship between Your Majesty and the Young Master is getting deeper and deeper every day.
In late April, the people Ji Yue had previously sent to Jiangzhou and Qingzhou returned quickly and brought back two secret reports.
Qingzhou is no exception. In Qingping County, Jiangzhou, also in the southeast, a serious plague occurred.
At first only one patient was found in one village, but it quickly spread throughout the county. By the time the spies returned, they had already spread to the neighboring county.
The local magistrate thought that it was not a big deal to die in the first few people, and didn't care. Unexpectedly, the epidemic intensified and spread to the ears of Zhizhou. Zhizhou is at the juncture of promotion, lest Wu Shamao will not be guaranteed, and he will not report the information.
Today, the entire Jiangzhou, especially Qingping County, where the epidemic originated, is a purgatory on earth.
When Ji Yue heard the news, he was so angry that he fell on the spot, and the next day, he stated the matter to the court, dismissed the post of governor of Jiangzhou, and waited for the fate. The rest of the corresponding officials will wait for the fall to settle accounts.
The top priority is to stop the spread of the disease.
Now it is only a Jiangzhou, if it spreads to Qingzhou, and then spreads to all parts of Qin, it is really unimaginable.
Ji Yue quickly sent the imperial minister to Jiangzhou and took half of the imperial hospital to solve the disease.
But he understands that half the hospital is not as good as one Wei Lian.
Ji Yue did not summon him today.
Wei Lian knew why.
After the early dynasty, the news of the plague in Jiangzhou had spread, causing an uproar in the dynasty. Plagues are a terrible thing to talk about, no matter the dynasty. The palace people in the harem are also discussing quietly, no one knows.
In the past, Ji Yue, who did not want to separate from Wei Lian for a moment, did not see Wei Lian today.
Ji Yue, what are you waiting for
Wei Lian thought quietly.
You know that only I can.
He waited in Zhongling Palace for half a day, but he still did not wait for any news from the imperial study.
Wei Lian laughed angrily, got up and went to the imperial study, kicking open the door of the imperial study.
Ji Yue raised his head in surprise.
Wei Lian lowered his eyes: "I'll go too."
Knowing that it is a dead end, there is always a mission that makes people die.
The author has something to say:
After emphasizing that this is a sweet text eight hundred times and it still has no effect, I successfully cast doubt on the definition of sweet text.
I thought that as long as there were no misunderstandings from the beginning to the end, they did not separate for a long time, and they trusted and loved each other no matter what the situation, they could be considered sweet texts. This is my definition of Tianwen, and it is also the reason why I repeatedly emphasize "the emotional line is not cruel".
The plot line is not guaranteed, and there are ups and downs in order to promote the development of the story. If it's not a sweet essay when the two encounter hardships, then it probably doesn't seem like a sweet essay, after all, I have to write them to get through the difficulties together.
But all the plots guessed in the comments are scarier than the plot line I thought... After I saw it, my reaction was as follows:
Reader: (after making up a bunch of physical and mental dramas) Ah, don't write so abusively! ! !
Me: (sluggishly) Don't write so cruelly, ah, I didn't think so! ! !
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Let's not frighten each other, I have been abused by you. I, a sugar-producing author, are forced to eat knives made by readers every day, and feel humbled.
Of course, if you really can't accept the abuse at all, it is recommended to raise it first. Because the plot line is about to start to advance, I have never seen someone who only cares about sweet love in a disaster... Fu Baiqu can't do it.
But I think love in chaos is more romantic than in peace and prosperity, isn't it
Finally, take a precaution, the tone of the third volume will be a little heavier, mainly the epidemic. This plot was set by me in December last year, and it is also the most important part of the emotional line in the full text. On January 13, I discussed the specific outline with Ji Yougua and kept a record. There are things I never thought would actually happen magically in reality... It's a coincidence, so don't connect too much with reality even if you see similarities. After all, humans make the same mistakes all the time.
However, I believe that the ending will be better, whether in the text or in reality.
After all, human beings are always moving forward.