After working hard for many days, Fu Ming was finally able to sleep soundly to the fullest. When he woke up, Jin Yi was no longer in bed. He looked a little and saw that he was changing his clothes, thinking that he had returned from practicing swordsmanship.
Fu Ming sat up, Jin Yi noticed the movement, he walked over while tying his belt, sat down beside the bed, held Fu Ming's hand and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
When Fu Ming met his gaze, he felt slightly shy, but the deeper feeling was joy and satisfaction. He shook his head and replied, "It's okay." He asked again, "What time is it?"
Jin Yi stroked his sleepy hair, which was a little messy, and replied, "It's just past the hour."
Fu Ming looked out the window, and sure enough, the sun was rising. When he was about to call the maids upstairs, Jin Yi stopped him.
"I'll wash up for you." Jin Yi said, he took Fu Ming to the dressing table, handed him water and twisted the handkerchief, put on his clothes and buttoned up, picked up the comb in front of the mirror, and gently smoothed out the blue silk for Fu Ming. .
Fu Ming looked at Jin Yi in the mirror with a focused look, and suddenly thought, did he serve his wife like this in the past? He couldn't help thinking of what the late wife had entrusted to him, and wondered if Jin Yi would still care about what he had entrusted to his deceased wife that he failed to achieve.
Seeing Fu Ming frown slightly, Jin Yi stopped his hand movements and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Ming suppressed his unwanted thoughts and replied, "It doesn't hurt." He added, "That's it. I won't go out today, so I'm too lazy to wear a crown."
Jin Yixin knew that although Fu Ming said that he was in good health, he would be somewhat uncomfortable, and it was indeed not advisable to go out.
So for the rest of the day, Fu Ming wore a light shirt and his long hair hung down like this, drinking tea and reading books in the room. Jin Yi went out for a while, then came back soon, and stayed by Fu Ming's side almost all day long. During this period, a guest came to visit, but Jin declined to meet him on the grounds that Fu Ming was cold last night.
After recovering, Fu Ming and Jin Yi strolled around in the mountains.
"If you want to come to this Cuiwei Mountain, you should not only have pleasant scenery in summer, but also soft and fresh green in spring, beautiful flowers in the mountains, red and yellow in autumn, geese crossing the sky, silver frost and white snow in winter, green pines and green bamboos. But I can't come here often." The more he lingered here, the more Fu Ming loved it and couldn't let it go.
Jin Yi took the people halfway and said, "Although Cuiwei Mountain can't come often, there is more than one good mountain. In the future, if I have time, I will go to other places with you to enjoy the scenery of the four seasons in the mountains."
Hearing this, Fu Ming smiled and said, "I remember it. Grandpa also remembers, you owe me the soft bars, the red leaves, and the snow."
Jin Yi also smiled, "I will pay you back one by one."
Only the two of them had a good time, but this time they were with the three princes after all. As long as the three princes invited them, they could not refuse.
Although the third prince is not a person who likes banquets, but living here in the mountains, he has a lot of free time, so he invites everyone for a while, or listen to music and watch operas.
Qushui Liujing was originally an activity to drive away disasters and pray for blessings in ancient times. It has been handed down to this day and has become a literati gathering for poetry and drinking. A few days ago, in the hall, the warriors took the limelight. This time, it is the time for the learned people to show their talents. Although Fu Ming was once known for his poetic talents, his performance this time was mediocre.
After the banquet, Jin Yi asked Fu Ming, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Next time, you won't use this kind of literary meeting. I will explain a few words for you, and the third prince will not blame it."
Fu Ming smiled and said: "You don't have to worry, I'm not feeling sick. The reason why I deal with it casually today is not because of my body."
Jin Yi wondered, "Why is that?" Then he seemed to sense the reason and looked at Fu Ming.
Fu Ming nodded and said, "You and I have done enough in the previous episode, it's too much to go too far."
"So you're hiding your clumsiness?" Jin Yi said, "In this way, I should also reduce the amount of hunting in the future."
"Shooting?" Fu Ming smiled, "I guess you don't have to hide your clumsiness this time."
"Why?"
But Fu Ming only said: "Lord, let's see."
After a day, Jin received a message from the attendant of the third prince, and the hunting was canceled.
Jin Yi asked Fu Ming, "You already knew yesterday that the hunting will not go ahead as scheduled?"
Fu Ming nodded.
"How did you know?"
Fu Mingdao: "Master once told me why your friend Jingzhi was promoted."
"Quiet is good at sarcasm, and his advice and suggestions are mostly accepted by the imperial court, so he is appreciated by the sage and can be promoted."
"Since this is the case, this time - I expect - he will also persuade King Xin to give up hunting."
Jin Yi thought for a moment, and then came to understand, "Summer really shouldn't be the time to kill all things growing."
Fu Ming said: "The courtier is benevolent, and the prince is enlightened. It will be a good talk when this matter is returned to Beijing." Fu Ming even suspected that this matter might have been a drama from the beginning, but he did not say it.
Just when Fu Ming was silent, Jin suddenly put his hands on his shoulders, he looked back at the person behind him, and the corners of his mouth smiled without saying a word.
Jin Yi hugged him and said, "It's a pity for someone like you to marry me."
He was full of poetry and books, and if he went to the examination room, he would definitely be a jinshi. He is sensible and aware of the situation. Now, he is just the son-in-law of the Jin family, with no fame and no future at all. Jin Yi cherishes his talents, and the people in his arms feel more distressed.
However, Fu Ming smiled and said, "You don't have to do this. The swallows and the fish can be thick with each other, and the mud and moss have their own reasons. This is what my father has taught me. When I was a child, he pointed to the falling flowers in the yard and told me this. At the time, I still couldn't understand it, but I gradually understood it later. The nurse told me that my father often said that you can't control where your destiny tells you to go, but you can settle down on your own." Fu Ming turned around, He hugged Jin Yi back, raised his head and asked, "Master has broad shoulders and broad chest, can you let me settle down in this life?"
Jin Yi's heart was agitated, and his never-before-seen feelings kept surging, attacking his chest, which not only hurt him, but also made him feel full of pride, his throat rolled a few times, and he replied: "Of course." Four words, However, if there is a lot of power, it is the most unshakable determination in his life, apart from kneeling in the ancestral hall to face his ancestors and expressing his lofty ambitions.
The years in the mountains are like the wind, and they fly by in a flash. In a few days, we will leave for Beijing.
Fu Ming said with a smile: "The old lady and Yan'er were left behind for dozens of days. If you don't bring some souvenirs back, I'm afraid it will be difficult to enter the house."
Jin Yi said: "There is no market in Cuiwei Mountain, where can I buy souvenirs?"
"I have an idea on this matter, Lord, let's see how it goes." Fu Ming will plan to come one by one:
"Isn't there a Liuli Temple here? The old lady pays homage to Buddha, let's go and ask for a string of beads for her. There are many herbs and flowers in the mountain, and I will accompany me to pick some. Miss New Moon. As for Yan'er, the giant tree that was chopped by lightning the day before yesterday, please go and ask the third prince for a branch. Let's make a wooden sword for Yan'er. Yan'er can also start practicing martial arts. These Although it is not a valuable thing, it can also express one's heart."
Jin Yi readily agreed and said with a smile, "It's so good, you have a heart."
Before the return journey, the two of them were busy because of this, worshipping Buddha and begging for pearls, making incense and carving swords, and spent the last few days in the lush greenery of Cuiwei Mountain and the gentle sound of birdsong.
On the carriage on the return journey, Fu Ming sorted out and revised the "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes" he compiled before, and asked Jin Yi, "King Xin is avoiding the heat, but is it to avoid suspicion?"
No matter what Fu Ming asked, Jin Yi felt that there was no need to be surprised, so he replied as usual: "Exactly. Last year, the prince was responsible for the disaster relief in Tanzhou. To set up a merit shrine for him violated the taboo of the sage. This time, the prince will have bad consequences to eat."
"If it's just to avoid suspicion, there is no need for King Xin to take so many people away for such a long time. Is there something else hidden in this matter?"
"Well, it should be." Jin Yi said, "The sage is becoming more and more suspicious now. The third prince's actions this time are probably open and honest to the sage, and he is also advancing by retreating."
"But there are reservations about being open and honest. King Xin's subordinates are not just these people." Fu Ming said firmly.
Jin Yi nodded and said in a slightly solemn tone: "I also think so, but it is difficult for me to see clearly the situation in the DPRK and China."
Fu Ming put down the score in his hand, put his hand on the back of Jin Yi's hand, and said with a smile: "Master is a dignified military general, and he is not willing to participate in this court battle. It is a warrior's character. Master's field should be in the vast battlefield."
Jin Yi smiled when he heard the words, "In the future, I will take you to the northern Xinjiang. I went there with my grandfather when I was a child. The sky is vast and the horses are galloping. It is very happy."
"Okay." Fu Ming raised his eyebrows, "Before this, I will definitely practice riding well."
The author has something to say:
"The swallow's mouth and the fish are thick with each other, and the mud and moss have their own reasons" from Chen Baochen's poem on falling flowers in modern times. I like this song very much, and because this article is overhead, I quoted it privately~