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Chapter 124: Grape-flavored imperial attack (3)

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Last night I fell asleep after insomnia after 3 o'clock, and I couldn't wake up in the morning... The second is more likely to be at that time yesterday.

When Gou Liang was in Zangshu Pavilion, the imperial dining room always had new works.

Although the food tasted sweet nine times out of ten—the sweet taste of the dignified Lord Gou has been fully exposed—but fortunately, there was something new, and the emperor, who had never liked sweets, tasted it with dignity every time. One sip, and a few good words. The imperial dining room received the reward and was soft-handed. He loved Gou Liang to the bottom of his heart.

When he came to Zangshu Pavilion, the quality of the tea and snacks he served was rising steadily, all according to his taste.

Eunuch Tong was keenly aware that when Gou Liang was accompanying him, His Majesty's mood index was always higher. For some reason, he who had pity and kindness towards Gou Liang was now more polite to Gou Liang.

On this day, Gou Liang was chatting with the emperor about the customs of the Northwest desert described in the book with great relish, and when the conversation got to the point, Eunuch Tong's expression changed when the little eunuch reported it.

"Tong Gensheng, what's the matter?"

asked the emperor.

Gou Liang stopped talking, drank tea and glanced at the hesitant Eunuch Tong.

Eunuch Tong respectfully said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, just now the eunuch in charge of Fengwu Palace came to report that Wang Guijun of Biyi Palace is not well. His Royal Highness sent him to ask His Majesty if he should go to see Wang Guijun."

Gou Liang was startled, and the lid and the teacup made a crisp collision sound.

The emperor looked at him, and Gou Liang quickly apologized: "My humble minister is rude—"

"Sit down."

The emperor interrupted him and said: "Since Aiqing is proficient in foreign languages, I sent someone to send some books over, and you have time to translate them for me."

"Yes, my minister obeys the order and must present it to His Majesty as soon as possible."

"Not urgent."

The emperor got up and looked at Gou Liang through the hollow carved door before leaving the Library Pavilion. Seeing his fingers caressingly caressing the teacup he had just drunk, and pursing his lips in a melancholy manner, he felt a little joy for some reason. He hooked the corners of his mouth.

Gou Liang watched the big blind spot step into the "rival's nest" in the system monitoring.

He wasn't worried that the emperor would fall in love with these twins, and he wasn't worried that the emperor would succumb to the queen mother and public opinion and favor these people. His medical skills were not learned in vain. When he met the emperor for the first time, he smelled a strong "virgin" smell on his body, even if he had never let go of Yang. The emperor hadn't touched these people for twenty-seven years before, and now that he came to the target, he couldn't allow others to covet even a drop of that delicious food.

However, in the final analysis, I still feel a little unhappy.

These twins are placed in the harem to occupy the status of the emperor's husband, even if it is just a display, the possessive Gou Liang feels very dissatisfied.

"See Your Majesty."

Yingying and Yanyan knelt down in the hall, I don't know how many people here were looking forward to Wang Guijun's death, so they could meet with His Majesty the Emperor at this time.

Because the empress is still under confinement, although he is in charge of sending someone to invite the emperor, he is now assisting the fourth concubine in the harem. Seeing that the emperor had no intention of stepping into the inner hall, Huang Guijun, the head of the four concubines, explained Wang Guijun's situation to the emperor.

Wang Guijun is only twenty-five years old, but his body has collapsed, and it will not be good at the beginning of spring, and it is not easy to survive until now.

The young emperor is unparalleled in beauty and heroic. In those days, many twins fell in love at first sight and lived their whole lives. Wang Guijun was like this.

He entered the palace at the age of fifteen, and he is the most colorful one among all the twins in the harem.

But it was precisely because of this that the monthly eruptions became more torturous. In just seven years, he was tortured so badly that his face was withered and yellow, and he could no longer see the stunning beauty of the past.

He blamed the emperor, but he also made that liking become stubborn during the long and indefinite wait—like many twin monarchs in the harem, he had long been unable to tell what kind of feelings he had for the emperor.

He thought that he would be willing to see the emperor for the last time when he was dying, but the emperor sat in the outer hall just to fulfill the last ceremony of the emperor and ministers, but avoided seeing him. Wang Guijun was inexplicably sad, struggling to get up, calling out to His Majesty hoarsely. The emperor frowned a little outside, and someone came in and blocked his mouth. In the deep unwillingness, Wang Guijun finally swallowed his last breath with hatred.

The eunuch in charge of Biyi Hall came out to report: "Your Majesty, Your Highness is dead."

The emperor nodded, stood up and said to the fourth emperor and concubine: "Let's bury it according to the etiquette of the second-rank Zhaojun."

The four concubines responded in unison, and seeing the emperor strode away, they couldn't help but feel sad for the death of the rabbit and the fox. However, there were also people who hadn't woken up, kneeling in the hall and staring at the emperor's back, hoping that he would occasionally look back and give him a lucky look, but this was just an extravagant wish.

Seeing this, Gou Liang touched his lips and smiled.

He didn't feel sorry for these delicate flowers who were tortured by the tide and withered day by day. They were destined to be victims when they were sent to the palace by their families.

"Your Majesty, are you going back to the imperial study, or?"

Hearing Tong Gensheng's inquiry, the emperor paused, and then continued walking in his original direction.

Although the review of the memorial was put on hold today because of his discussion with Gou Liang, but for some reason, he felt an impulse in his heart at this moment, eager to see the other party.

See him smiling carefree in the sun, see him greedily put desserts into his mouth, or just watch him pretend to be serious.

However, what surprised the emperor was that Gou Liang did not do what he wanted at this time.

Seeing Gou Liang lying on the table through the carved door, he seemed to be asleep, the emperor paused a little impatiently. Immediately, he raised his hand to stop Tong Gensheng behind him, and walked lightly into the room.

The table is covered with unfinished ink and wash, and the scenes and objects of this wing room are engraved on the rice paper, even the sunlight coming in from the window is not ignored. There are large blank areas on both sides of the painting, and one hand is holding a teacup. The hand has distinct joints, round nails, and full and smooth brushstrokes, which make the fingers lifelike.

The emperor was startled, and raised his left hand subconsciously—even though the other party hadn't painted a sleeve with a bright yellow dragon pattern, there was no need to guess whose hand was in the painting.

The emperor didn't know when the conscientious and serious Gou Liang, who had always kept his eyes straight in front of him, paid attention to his hands, and how he admired them, so that he could engrave them in his heart, no matter whether it was the bones or the unsightly hair on the back of his fingers. Obvious scars are clearly depicted.

This is probably Gou Liang's most daring way of revealing his feelings, even though he has never written a word or drawn a corner of his clothes.

Gou Liang slept very peacefully, and only at this time did he dare to put his hand firmly next to the hand in the painting, and lightly touch the slightly curled little finger of the person in the painting with his fingertips while holding the teacup. Probably satisfied, in his sleep there was still a quiet smile on the corner of his mouth, and the dimple on his left cheek was slightly sunken with a hint of sweetness.

The emperor's fingertips trembled, and he couldn't help but squat down.

He covered Gou Liang's slender white fingers with his hand in the painting, quietly watching his sleeping face, the emperor couldn't help but raised his hand and gently poked Gou Liang's dimple.

"Well… "

Gou Liang snorted, the emperor suddenly withdrew his hand, and stood up in an instant.

But Gou Liang didn't wake up, just scratched the cheek that was touched just now, tilted his head, hide the dimple miserly, and turned to reveal the right cheek.

There were a few ink stains on his cheeks, which looked very eye-catching on his fair face.

The emperor laughed.

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That night, the leader of the Royal Shadow Slave Ye Xiao, who has always seen blood in his shots, was ordered to steal a painting from the room of a young Hanlin. His Majesty the Emperor didn't explain what the paintings were, so Ye Xiao, who pried open the locked cabinet and found many paintings and calligraphy in it, was in a dilemma, and simply took all the paintings back.

Each painting shows a wolf hair, an inkstone, a cup of tea... The things used by the emperor are so recognizable that the emperor would not mistake them. These are the things he used to use.

The meaning of the painting is subtle, but the affection is explicit.

There are inscriptions on these paintings, but the writing is not love poems, but carefully records the date of the painting, whether it was sunny or rainy that day.

Lights were turned on in Zhengyang Palace all night, and the emperor looked at the paintings and inscriptions carefully, and he didn't see a complete portrait until the last one.

One can tell from the background that it is the Yuansi Terrace of the Huguo Temple. It is at sunrise, and the Chongming Pagoda is looming in the distant mountains surrounded by clouds and mist.

One person stood on the cliff with hands behind his back and quietly watched the red sun rise from the ground, the black robe embroidered with golden auspicious clouds fluttered in the wind, and the purple jade crown meticulously tied up his hair. The profile of the man's profile is cold and hard, his sword eyebrows are slightly frowned, and there is a trace of solemnity in his gaze, even the shadows on the ground have a calmness that is completely different from the vibrant red sun.

After many years, seeing such a painting, the emperor suddenly remembered what he was thinking when he was standing on the Yuansi platform waiting for the sunrise.

At that time, Ye Xiao reported to his good brother—the former King of Liang, now the common man Liang Gang, who secretly opened up salt and iron, and kept private soldiers in captivity in an attempt to commit crimes. He was in a peaceful scene, but all he thought about was killing... Unexpectedly, he fell into the eyes of others and caused a lot of lovesickness.

The emperor touched the rice paper and brush and ink with his fingertips, put it under his nose and sniffed it—this painting must have been done four years ago.

There is a half-line poem inscribed next to the painting, which reads: There are trees in the mountains, and trees have branches.

The emperor caressed the neat and regular script, and said with a smile, "I can't remember when I went to Yuansi Terrace to watch the sun."

Eunuch Tong, who was serving at the side and didn't dare to look at the painting, heard the sound and said softly: "Return to Your Majesty, if the old slave remembers correctly, it should be the autumn sun festival five years ago. It is said that bathing in the early sun that day will bring good luck." Fortunately, folks also say that listening to the bells of Huguo Temple while facing the first ray of sunshine can make people enlightened. Many students like to watch the sun at Yuansi Terrace, and there are many students on that day. , the old slave is afraid that someone with no eyesight will offend His Majesty."

Is that so

How do you think about it, and what kind of lingering thoughts, it is possible to restore the shocking scene so meticulously after a year

The emperor chuckled and said, "Tong Gensheng, take care of you with pen and ink."

Mountains have trees and trees have branches.

- On the fifth day of September in the year of Gengchen, Yuehua tells me about my thoughts.

Your heart is like mine.

- On the eleventh day of the sixth month of the Yiyou year, the night sends my wishes.

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Taking out the calligraphy that Gou Liang made today, the emperor carefully rolled up the other paintings and handed them to the leader of Ye Xiao.

"Send this thing back, don't let him find out."

"yes."

So, Ye Xiao visited the General's Mansion again.

It was night, and the emperor added a few strokes to the painting with vigor, and when the ink was completely dry, he raised his voice and said, "Tong Gensheng, frame this painting."

Only then did Eunuch Tong see the true appearance of the painting, but it was in the quiet room of Zangshu Pavilion, two hands were touching, and a red thread was wrapped around their little fingers.

Waiting for the painting to be held by Tong Gensheng out of the coverage of the big blind spot, Gou Liang, who saw the colored strokes on the rice paper, rolled a few times on the bed, rolled himself into the quilt, and silly laughter rang out in the room.

Sending plum blossoms in the post, passing the fish to the ruler, who says it is not romantic

The next day, the emperor, who hadn't slept all night, was full of energy, but he was entangled in government affairs, and when he was free, the palace gate was locked.

Another day was the monthly rest day, the emperor stared intently at the feudal lord's greeting memorial in his hand, suddenly turned his head and glanced at the seat where the waiter usually sat.

Knowing that he would see him tomorrow, he didn't know why he wanted to see that person so desperately that he couldn't even calm down to deal with government affairs.

Eyebrow raised lightly, the emperor put away the vermilion pen and decided to go out of the palace for a private visit.

When he came out of the palace in light clothes, Gou Liang was taking a box of utensils and a fire avoidance map from Mrs. Chu with a stiff face.

Mrs. Chu briefly explained the use of this box of things, looked at Gou Liang, whose face was flushed like drops of blood, and said earnestly: "It will be fine when you are over forty years old, now you have to learn to relieve yourself."

As a twin, he couldn't understand the pain of being alone when the tide comes, and if he stays empty, it will kill him. Mrs. Chu never thought of interfering with her son's private affairs before, and only cared for him to take Bingqing Dan on time. Today, she suddenly had this idea, but she heard the day before yesterday that the Zhengjun of a certain family was full of anger because the husband favored his concubine and killed his wife. He was left out in the cold, and died of illness after being vacant for several years.

Although he valued fame, fortune and status and was strict with his son, it was not that he didn't love him, and he was also afraid that his own mistake would cause his son to die young.

Gou Liang met his earnest gaze, and said with a straight face and forced to be natural: "Father, the child knows."

Mrs. Chu couldn't go into detail about the details, so she only told him to follow the fire-avoiding plan, and told him not to be seen by others, and then left.

As soon as he left, the blush on Gou Liang's face spread freely, and he flipped through the fire avoidance map casually, curling his lips in disappointment and saying, "I thought it was so explosive."

[The system that the master and the target have been blocked by blind spots when doing things: I don’t want to block the emotional tide every month, you should hurry up and conquer the target, and continue to sing and sing every night!]

Gou Liang snorted arrogantly.

Since he spent more than 10,000 points in the shopping mall and is the only executor who has completed the task so far, the Time and Space Management Bureau specially updated and improved the 004 system as a reward. For example, when Gou Liang first came to this world, the special mode of keeping the body active for the current world day is one of the new functions.

Of course, what Gou Liang is more concerned about is that after the user level of the mall is upgraded to a gold diamond, the prizes in the lottery will also be upgraded to products worth 1,000-10,000 points.

Gou Liang has long been familiar with the product numbers of the mall, and the 100% lucky draw chance of completing the last world task has not been used up yet. Seeing that His Majesty the Emperor is approaching the Palace of the General Protecting the Country, Gou Liang began to sift through the piles of delicacies. Prizes for this raffle.

Ye Xiao, disguised as an attendant, enters the mansion to ask Gou Liang to accompany the holy driver, but soon returns alone.

He told the emperor Chu Hanlin with a wink that he was cooking in person and didn't bother him, so he came here to ask His Majesty if he wanted to try Gou Liang's cooking.

How can such a beautiful thing be missed

The emperor was fully prepared when he stepped into the courtyard, even if Gou Liang cooked all sweet and greasy food, he would give up his life to accompany the gentleman.

Not wanting to go into the kitchen, a burst of astonishing aroma penetrated into the nostrils, making people's index fingers twitch.

Tong Gensheng swallowed suspiciously, glanced at the quick-paced emperor, raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat off his face as a cover.

Gou Liang was busy in front of the stove, took a sip of spicy mushroom soup with a large spoon, and was intoxicated, when he suddenly saw a figure standing at the door of the kitchen, he was shocked.

The hot spoon scalded his mouth, Gou Liang covered his mouth in pain and shouted: "Who?!"

The emperor who was admiring his busy figure frowned, and strode forward to take his hand away—Gou Liang's soft lips were slightly swollen, and his tongue was burned, probably because of the severe pain. The child was soaked with tears.

"Tong Gensheng, call the imperial physician!"

The emperor's voice was condensed, and he grabbed Gou Liang's hand and led him several steps away from the stove.

Eunuch Tong only heard the emperor speak in such a tone when he made up his mind to send the late emperor on a journey. He was so frightened that he took two steps away before remembering to order Ye Xiao to "invite" the imperial physician over.

"Your Majesty..."

Gou Liang was terrified by the emperor's appearance, and stuttered in panic, "The minister is guilty."

He wanted to kneel down to plead guilty, but the emperor held him tight. Seeing his wet eye circles and tongue-tied appearance, his cold and hard expression melted away, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Scrutinizing Yan Gou Liang's tongue, seeing that the burn was not serious, the anxiety welling up in the emperor's heart was suppressed.

He jokingly asked, "What is Aiqing doing?"

Gou Liang's face turned red.

The gentleman stays away from the kitchen. In this world, the kitchen has always been dominated by Shuanger. This is why Gou Liang deliberately turned away from the left and right when cooking.

Who would have thought that Chu Hanlin, who has always been self-restrained and respectful, is not only a dimple who loves sweetness and laughter, but also loves things before the stove

Well, the craftsmanship is still so good, it's strange that he doesn't look very interested every time he is asked to use the imperial meal.

Thinking so, the emperor glanced at Hei Yuzi who was far away.

Because of the indeterminate wounds of the mouth and tongue, he had to wait for the doctor Zheng to come, and the very colorful Gou Liang, who was not allowed to eat, served a bowl of fish roe, and then... looked eagerly at the 10,000-point delicacy being enjoyed, his eyes were so resentful that it almost turned into reality .

The emperor saw it, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.

It seems that I will be lucky in the future.

His Majesty the Emperor who glanced at the next boiled live fish thought so.

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