After waking up from a nap, Gu Yuanbai got a letter written by Kong Yilin on his behalf.
After reading it, Gu Yuanbai was extremely satisfied. He retouched the pen for a second or two, and then he stamped his seal and sent it to Xixia.
The second prince of Xixia dared to set up a situation to use Gu Yuanbai, and Gu Yuanbai also planned to repay one or two. Now that the old emperor of Xixia has not died, he made Li Angyi's road to the throne more tortuous and difficult, which is his sincerity.
After Li Angyi was busy with the chaos in the country, the coastal war between Fusang and Daheng had also begun. Li Angyi compares himself to a fisherman, and when the snipe and mussels are fighting, he will not miss this opportunity to take advantage of the fire.
Just look at the fisherman in the end, or the oriole behind.
Gu Yuanbai moved between his teeth and bit his lip. The stinging pain flashed past, and the eyes became clearer.
He will give Li Angyi enough time for him to secure the throne and hold the general power in his hands. After Li Angyi refreshes Xixia, he will take over this new land.
Li Angyi, will you lose, or will I win
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On the first day of July, Gao Liu moved slightly, the jasper-like clear sky was covered with rain and fog, the little lotus trembled slightly, and the swimming fish hid.
During the slight drizzle, Concubine Wan's coffin was carried to the capital.
Gu Yuanbai was wearing a white robe, a crown on his head, and twelve tattoos on his body. With a leather belt around his waist and a suede on his body, his heavy imperial robes were meticulous. He had put on such a suit after a long absence, but it was to welcome Concubine Wan's coffin.
After Concubine Wan died, all the emperor's clothes were changed to light colors.
Wear light clothes and absorb the rain little by little. The misty rain slowly condensed into beads from the side of his face, Gu Yuanbai moved slightly, and the Mian Hao in front of him swayed his vision.
If there is rain, there is no wind.
In the blurred vision, the coffin came slowly in the rain.
The coffin was protected by a white top, and there was no drizzle. When the person guarding the coffin stood, Gu Yuanbai took a step forward and lifted the heavier robe in the slight wind and light rain. .
The clothes were knocked down by the water that was about to fall, and Gu Yuanbai covered his hands, held it up in front of him, and slowly lowered it.
Bending his back, he bowed deeply towards the coffin.
The lips should also be stained with rain, and even when he spoke, he tasted a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.
Gu Yuan's white hair was dripping with dew, and his eyes were so pressed by the rain that he couldn't see Concubine Wan's coffin. The plum cake in early winter is the sweetest, and the shade under the tree is the most delightful.
These memories are also pressed into my heart together with the coffin. Holding on to it, summer is coming, winter is still in front of you, Gu Yuan opened his lips slightly, and he tasted the drizzle again, the bitter taste turned into salty, and the rain was not beautiful.
The emperor of Daheng bent his waist for a long time towards Concubine Wan's coffin, and then said lowly, "Tai Concubine rest in peace."
The officials behind him also raised their hands and bowed down to worship with the Sage.
Concubine Wan's funeral regulations are already the highest in the specification, and the inscription on Concubine Wan's inscription was written by Gu Yuanbai himself. This was the first time that Gu Yuanbai had written such an article, probably because he was deeply in love, he swiped it away. After the inscription came out, everyone who saw it had tears in their eyes.
[My mother and I haven't seen him for a long time, and I searched under the pavilion. She was earnest and very talkative. I looked at the tree god beside me. There were chicks on the tree, and the mother and I looked at each other, then sighed and said: When the chicks grow up, how can they not leave the mother? When I looked at her, I saw that my mother had several stems of white hair on her temples. The day before yesterday, I searched for the tree again, the old bird of the tree has recovered, but the elder is also at a loss to the young man, thinking that he is the same as me. ]1
When Tian Fusheng saw this, he burst into tears.
After Concubine Wan was buried, she stopped the court for three days.
For three full days, Gu Yuanbai locked himself in the study. He didn't come out of the study until it was getting dark every day.
His expression looked okay, only the corners of his eyes were reddish, like peach blossoms covered with rain, and there seemed to be no sorrow.
The people around them just thought they didn't know. Tian Fusheng served the sage for dinner. Seeing that the sage's appetite was not very good, he said: "The monk who escorted the coffin of Concubine Wan, I went to ask when I was young. The monks of the Zen Temple. They came spontaneously, and today they are still resigning with the younger ones. They really don’t want anything, and they are kinder than each other.”
Gu Yuanbai sighed, "You once told me that they returned to Hebei from the capital, and then came back to the capital with the concubine from Hebei. They had a predestined relationship with the concubine. Before leaving, they brought me to talk to me."
Tian Fusheng replied, "Little one wrote it down."
In the middle of the night, Gu Yuanbai suddenly woke up from a nightmare, he was panting heavily, his fingers were white and spasmed unnaturally while pinching the bedding.
Xue Yuan, who was sleeping under the bed, opened his eyes instantly, turned over and went to the table to pour a glass of water, and handed it to Gu Yuanbai's lips in three or two steps. After a few mouthfuls of water, Gu Yuanbai grabbed his wrist and looked up at a loss: "Xue Yuan, I dreamed—"
The words stopped abruptly.
Xue Yuan looked at him candidly, the upper body was naked in front of Gu Yuanbai's eyes, the scar of the knife was vague, which only added to the bandit's anger.
Gu Yuanbai let go of his hand, looked down at the teacup, and stared at the swaying water in it. The previous nightmares had become fragmented, he seemed to unintentionally raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Why don't you wear it? clothing?"
Xue Yuan smiled: "It's a little hot."
Gu Yuanbai heard the words and looked at him from the gap between his fingers. Xue Yuan's body is absolutely perfect, there are places where it should be, and at a glance, it's still... not bad.
Tight and powerful, the sword is full of vigor and vitality in the life and death of the sword.
Gu Yuanbai took a deep breath, handed the water cup in his hand to Xue Yuan, and muttered: "No matter how hot it is, you have to obey the rules."
Xue Yuan took the water glass, and his fingers inadvertently touched the fingers of the saint. The saint's eyelids jumped, and he stepped back as if in shock. The teacup suddenly fell from the fingertips of the two of them, and fell onto the satin quilt, instantly soaking a piece of fabric.
The teacup slid down the smooth satin and flicked lightly on the soft mattress.
Xue Yuan paused and lowered his head to look at the teacup that finally stood still. When he raised his head again, his eyes on Gu Yuanbai had changed.
Gu Yuanbai's face was calm, he glanced at the wetness, and said calmly, "Bring a new quilt."
Xue Yuan gave a deep response and stood still.
In the dark, he was a little scary standing beside the bed. And he was half naked, no matter whether he would do something to Gu Yuanbai, just looking at the ups and downs on his body made people feel a little worried.
Gu Yuanbai said he wanted to sleep with him, but he had a headache when he saw him. Thinking is one thing, doing or not doing is one thing, and it is not worthwhile to risk your life for an idea.
Gu Yuanbai still had the fear of being woken up by a nightmare, "Don't stick to my bed."
Xue Yuan pressed his knees on the bed and his arms forward, Gu Yuanbai stepped back unconsciously and leaned against the wall. After realizing what he had done, Gu Yuanbai's face darkened. What was he hiding, hiding from Xue Yuan
Isn't it just bare upper body, Gu Yuanbai, why are you hiding from him? Could it be that you are still afraid of him
The tone suddenly hardened, "Xue Jiuyao, what do you want to do?"
The saint shrank in the corner, but his tone was extremely strong.
The night light was dim, and Xue Yuan's eyes gradually got used to the brightness. He could see clearly, the saint's eyebrows were frowning, the corners of his lips were pressed down, and his hair was messy, like a stubborn little poor.
Even at the corners of his eyes, there is still the redness from this period of time, and the eyelids are swollen.
Gu Yuanbai's daily changes can't escape Xue Yuan's eyes. He clearly knows how many times these eyes have been hidden and cry forbearance in the past few days. The little emperor is a man. He also didn't want others to see his embarrassment, so Xue Yuan could only pretend he didn't know.
He leaned forward and approached Gu Yuanbai.
The breath on the body is surrounded by a little bit.
Gu Yuanbai found it strange that the breath of soldiers and deserts belonged to him. The sad heart he had been suppressing for a long time suddenly became faster at this moment.
The heart in his chest was beating wildly, making Gu Yuanbai upset. He stretched out his hand and pushed Xue Yuan's chest, never willing to do anything impure during the filial piety period, "Go away."
However, when you touch it with your hand, it feels like there is no clothing barrier.
Gu Yuanbai froze.
For a moment, Xue Yuan was already in front of him, and the enthusiasm hit, Gu Yuanbai was startled, and was about to look down. However, Xue Yuan just leaned over gently, put a distressed kiss on the hot eyelids of the saint, moved to his ear and said, "I will give you the quilt, soon, wait for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he got up cleanly, stepped back from the bed, and left with a wet satin quilt.
Gu Yuanbai leaned against the corner for a while before raising his hand to touch his eyes.
For a long time, he felt that his earlobe was itchy, and rubbed it with his hands, but he didn't know when it started, and the earlobe was so hot that it became hot.
He didn't feel the heat either, did he
Gu Yuanbai frowned and touched his face again, also slightly hot.
He was thoughtful.
It was just a nightmare, and it actually made him lose the ability to judge hot and cold. Gu Yuanbai was lying on the bed, and the sound of the cabinet door being opened and closed not far away was clear and heard. He turned his head and saw a figure gradually approached in the darkness. Slowly clear.
"I don't need such a thick bedding," Gu Yuanbai said honestly, "I feel a little hot right now."
hot? Xue Yuan's expression suddenly changed, he threw the quilt aside, went up and touched Gu Yuanbai's forehead, fortunately, there was no scary hot feeling.
But he was still worried, and was about to walk out of the inner hall to call someone with a sullen face, but Gu Yuanbai grabbed his wrist, "What are you going to do?"
Xue Yuan's tone brought out a bit of anxiety, "I'll call the imperial doctor."
"No need," Gu Yuanbai ordered, "I know my body, Xue Yuan, I will let you lie down and sleep now."
Xue Yuan stood silently for a while, pinching his five fingers until it rattled. After a while, he turned around and tested the temperature of Gu Yuanbai's forehead three or five times before sitting reluctantly on his own bed with an upright posture. Staring at Gu Yuanbai.
Gu Yuanbai was disturbed by him, and his earlobes were even more itchy. Finally, he got up suddenly, pinched Xue Yuan's chin, and said viciously, "Don't look at me."
Xue Yuan's expression was stagnant, his eyes were complicated, and he showed that kind of expression that made Gu Yuanbai feel depressed when he saw it.
It was as if he had been abandoned and had to lose half his life.
The corners of Gu Yuanbai's lips were straightened, and he exerted force in his hand, leaving a red mark on Xue Yuan's chin, and finally withdrew his hand and lay upright on the bed, "Just watch it if you like."