When the army that came back to Beijing from the northern Xinjiang was passing by the inn on the way, it happened to meet the flowers sent by the palace to the northern Xinjiang.
The flower giver was overjoyed, not expecting such a coincidence. After hearing what they were giving, Xue Yuan, who had no expression on his face, was stunned, quickly turned over and dismounted, and walked to the flower delivery team step by step.
It took longer than Tian Fusheng to process the thousands of petals. It was not until the end of January that these petals were packed in wooden boxes and sent to northern Xinjiang by the post station.
The news from the two parties is different. One is going forward and the other is rushing back. If they didn’t meet in front of the inn, I’m afraid they would have staggered!
Master Xue also wears gloves woven from duck down by the people of northern Xinjiang on his hands. The thick benzene gloves are placed on his hands, but they are stretched out by his slightly longer fingers than ordinary people.
The duck down was gently stroked from the wooden box, and Xue Yuan's eyes were fixed on the top, "Is this given to the minister by the sage?"
The station official said: "Yes. The petals in this wooden box are all famous flowers that were picked and dried by the saints, and all of them are highly respected and valuable. After twenty days of hard work, they were processed into their present appearance. ."
Xue Yuan's fingers touched the lock from the edge of the wooden box, and with a click, the wooden box was lifted by him.
The delicate floral fragrance floats with the breeze, and the petals of various colors are still gorgeous and soft. Xue Yuan took off his gloves, picked one up and looked at it, then smiled, "Famous flowers, have you been contaminated with the blessings of the Holy One?"
The closer he got to the capital, the more uncontrollable the bandit and hooligan nature was in Xue Yuan's heart. He wanted to say dirty things to Gu Yuanbai and wanted to do something bad to him.
One bad idea after another, a steady stream of impetuous ideas.
After the station official said no, Xue Yuan smiled. He put the petals in his hand into his mouth, sucked and turned the petals on the tip of his tongue, and then swallowed his Adam's apple.
Mouth full of flowers.
He wiped off the color left on his fingertips, covered the wooden box, picked up the wooden box and turned to leave, the cloak flew up, and neatly turned over on the horse.
The wooden box that contained thousands of famous flowers was not small, and it had already covered Xue Yuan's lower abdomen when it was placed on the horse's back. The station official asked, "Master Xue, why don't I get it back for you when I'm down?"
"No." As soon as the reins were lifted, a large number of military horses flew out following Xue Yuan. He hummed and said in a low voice, "I have to take it with me. When I get to the capital, I have to figure out some way to sprinkle these dried flowers in the holy pool."
Eat again.
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More than ten days later, when the weather was rough and cold, the soldiers from the northern Xinjiang returned to Beijing.
After the news came, the Xue family sent the servant to the city gate every day to wait. The eldest son left the house in September, five months ago. Mrs. Xue misses him, and Mrs. Xue misses him too. The servants who were worried about the male master who could be involved were also waiting for him with joy and anticipation.
But when the eldest son of the Xue family returned to the capital, the first thing he did was go straight to the palace. He walked in a hurry and asked the palace attendant who was leading the way: "Is the sage ill these days?"
"The Sage was a little bit cold a few days ago," the palace attendant picked up a few words that were not taboo, "but this year there are kang beds everywhere, and the Sage will be fine after a few days of rest."
"Kang bed?" Xue Yuan repeated, "What is this?"
"Master Xue doesn't know and it should be. This is something that the Holy Master sent people to make this year," the palace attendant said with a smile. "The outside looks like a solid bed, but there are holes in it. It's like a furnace that is roasting under him every day. The heat is not extinguished, but it warms the whole house so hot that the Holy One will rarely feel cold this year."
Xue Yuan smiled perfunctorily: "Really?"
He seemed to inadvertently asked: "Does the sage like this thing?"
"I like it. The upper body is cool. You can sleep well after you have a kang bed. How can you not like it?"
Xue Yuan smiled and agreed.
The Xuanzheng Hall was right in front of him, and Xue Yuan's steps quickened before he knew it. The palace attendants beside him all started to trot, and the general behind him reminded in a low voice, "General, slow down."
Xue Yuan took a deep breath and said, "Okay."
However, he was still getting faster and faster. The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground was loud. Gu Yuanbai was in the Xuanzheng Hall and seemed to be aware of it. He raised his head and glanced outside the hall.
When Xue Yuan approached, he saw his raised eyes.
Stop breathing.
The saint was wearing bright yellow uniforms, and the hall was warm. He had never put on a coat on his body. The bright color lined his face, and his vitality was more vibrant than the spring sunshine.
The black hair is tied up, the jade crown is warm, the corners of the lips seem to have a smile, and the fingers are holding the memorial.
Xue Yuan seemed to have been hit by a thunderbolt.
The generals behind him followed, panting, they quickly adjusted their robes and pushed Xue Yuan down: "General, face the saint."
The little eunuch in the hall just finished reporting with the saint, looked at Xue Yuan with a smirk, and raised his voice: "Please come in, generals."
Xue Yuan came back to his senses, he took the lead and walked in, and together with the generals behind him, he saluted towards the saint.
Gu Yuanbai raised his lips, very gentle. He gave people a seat, gave tea, and talked about frontier matters with the generals.
Xue Yuan didn't say a word, he seemed to be extremely thirsty, and he took a cup of tea to eat. Then borrowed the action of drinking tea, and peeked at the saint under the cover of the sleeve robe.
He was so secretive that no one found out what Master Xue was doing. I just kept teasing in my heart: Master Xue had drunk so much tea, wouldn't it be embarrassing if people were in three urgency for a while
Gu Yuanbai also took a sip of tea, and suddenly felt a hot gaze between his lips, he moved slowly, and looked up at Xue Yuan.
Xue Yuan is bowing his head, the hot tea mist covers the expression between his brows and eyes, covering the corners of his lips as if there is no smile.
Seemingly aware of the sage's gaze, Xue Yuan lifted his eyelids and smiled at the sage.
Gu Yuanbai didn't see anything from him, so he calmly looked away.
Although the sage stayed in the capital, he knew everything about Northern Xinjiang. The generals were talking to him about the death of the Khitan leader, saying: "It was too coincidental when he died of illness. He was ill for a long time and could survive for several years, but now he died suddenly when the tribes were preparing to unite, and the Khitan people were in chaos. Yelu Zheng, the son of the leader, believes that his father must have been murdered by a traitor."
The sage nodded, and after talking to them again, he looked at the tired faces on everyone's faces and said with a smile: "Everyone has traveled back to Beijing for a long time, and they should have taken a day off to return to life with me. I'm in a hurry today, and I'm inevitably tired. I'm tired. Now go back to the house to rest as soon as possible, and come back tomorrow to talk to me about Northern Xinjiang."
Everyone did not refuse, because they were really tired, especially with General Xue's desperate way of rushing, they hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.
Everyone resigned one by one, Gu Yuanbai turned over a page of memorials, and said casually: "General Xue stay."
Xue Yuan stayed.
It was very warm in the palace, but for a moment, Xue Yuan was sweating profusely. He stood up and asked respectfully, "Your Highness, can I take off my robe?"
Before the audience, their weapons and armor had been removed by the palace attendant. Gu Yuanbai looked at the sweat on his forehead and smiled slightly: "No."
Xue Yuan smirked twice, "Yes."
The Holy Admiral kept him, but did not say why. Xue Yuan stood well, his back was slightly bent, and occasionally he raised his eyes, as if he had no intention of passing over the saint.
Eyes as long as feather fans swayed, covering a fine shadow under his eyes.
The little emperor's neck, face, and slender hands were whitened to the point of transparency amid the dragon pattern swimming.
The more I looked at it, the more enthusiastic it became, I felt that it was not enough, and I started to get anxious.
He stood there for an hour and a half, and when the sky outside turned from bright to dark, Gu Yuanbai closed the memorial and rubbed his wrist. After seeing Xue Yuan, he said in surprise whether it was true or false: " Why is Xue Qing still here?"
Xue Yuan grinned and took the initiative to say, "I don't dare to leave without the order of the sage."
"Then go out with me," Gu Yuanbai stood up, walked outside the hall, and said casually, "Xue Jiuyao, long time no see, how are you doing?"
Xue Yuan was a little flattered, he followed closely behind the Sage, "Everything is fine, but I miss Sage so much."
Gu Yuanbai smiled and didn't take it seriously, "When you came back from Northern Xinjiang, was there still a heavy snow of goose feathers flying there?"
"Yes, why not," Xue Yuan recalled, "When the minister came, the sky was full of snow, and the snow turned into water. No matter how fast the gale ran, it couldn't fall faster than the speed of the wind. When the minister looked back at that time, who was it? There was a layer of snow on the top of the head, as if the hair had turned white overnight."
Gu Yuanbai listened for a while, then nodded and said, "The capital is also snowing, but after all, it is not as fierce as the northern border."
Xue Yuan: "Chen Xin is happy here."
When Gu Yuanbai heard the words, he turned his head and smiled at Xue Yuan, his eyes were meaningful. But Xue Yuan was only fascinated by his laughter and lost his mind. Yingming Shenwu suddenly disappeared, and he stayed in the army for five months.
He smacked his lips, licked the dried skin from his lips, pretended to step on the stone inadvertently, took a staggering step forward, took the hand of the saint, and hurriedly hugged the saint's waist.
In an instant, Gu Yuanbai only felt a black shadow coming, his waist tightened, and the next second Xue Yuan was already two steps away from him, and he bowed to apologize.
Gu Yuanbai: "..."
He paused, not showing anger, but smiled gently at Xue Yuan.
This smile was so gentle that Xue Yuan's eyelids jumped.
The two turned around outside and came back, and dinner was already set.
Xue Yuan was left to dine in the palace, but in front of him was not a delicate and delicious meal, but a delicate wooden box that could be held in both hands.
The box is engraved with mountains and flowing water, and the tree has five carambola.
Xue Yuan opened it and saw that there was the jade set he hid under the bed.
The palace servant beside Gu Yuanbai served the silver chopsticks, and the sage wiped it with his clean hands, took the silver chopsticks, smiled softly, and said, "Since Xue Qing likes this, then let's eat with chopsticks."
Xue Yuan stared at Yu Shi and said, "Your Majesty, even if the minister has iron teeth and copper teeth, he will not be able to bite the jade block."
"No hurry," Sheng Shang smiled gently, looking at Xue Yuan with soft eyes, "Eat slowly."
Xue Yuan picked up the chopsticks and tried to test: "The sage didn't read the letter from the minister?"
"Xue Qing's writing is brilliant," Gu Yuanbai said slowly, "I read your letter, and then I know what this thing is and what it is for. Sure enough, what San Yuyan said is true, Xue Qing's people are not good-looking."
Xue Yuan's eyelids jumped, and he raised his head to look at Gu Yuanbai in shock, "Isn't the sage angry with the minister because of this?"
Gu Yuanbai raised his eyebrows, "How do you say this?"
Xue Yuan's heart was not good. He thought about the matter back and forth, but he always felt that something was wrong. Since the sage didn't know about the jade situation before, then, "I received a letter from the sage returned by the sage in northern Xinjiang."
"It has nothing to do with this matter," Gu Yuanbai picked it up as soon as Xue Yuan finished speaking, "I had already forgotten about this, but I was reminded of it by a letter from Xue Qing. Xue Qing's blessing. Xue Qing, eat or sleep, let's eat."
Did the old man hurt himself
Xue Yuan's expression changed, and while holding the jade in the wooden box, he thought, how could he be so stupid.
But he used thousands of words in the letter to write about the results of his practice, and he wanted to touch himself when he saw it, but after reading it, the saint didn't even feel a little bit moved
In order to serve the king with color, Xue Yuan really put a lot of effort into it.
His expression was so wonderful that Gu Yuanbai didn't know what was going on in his mind, he just thought he was being insulted and didn't want to "eat" Yu Shi. Gu Yuanbai took a bite of the dish, chewed it slowly, rested his arms on the table, and looked at him with his face on his side.
The palace attendants in the hall were silent, not making a sound, all bowed their heads and did not glance at the table.
Even Tian Fusheng looked at his eyes, nose, nose and heart, as if he didn't see Xue Yuan's actions.
A pair of polished silver chopsticks tried to pick up a more rounded and heavy jade piece, which was really embarrassing.
Xue Yuan clipped it several times, but it didn't come out, only the pleasant sound of a musical instrument when the two collided. The voice rang for a long while, and the sage finally got up, walked behind Xue Yuan, stretched out his arms and leaned over, and stretched out his hand from his ear, accompanied by a burst of agarwood, his robes enveloped Xue Yuan.
The tips of ten fingers are like bamboo shoots, and the wrists are like white lotus roots.
The joints of these hands are distinct, and although they are slender, there are definitely a lot of blue veins and ups and downs on the back of the hands.
The royal fragrance from the saint's body came. This fragrance was mixed with the smell of agarwood, sandalwood, dipterocarp and musk. After precipitation, there was only the noble and royal majesty that permeated the hearts of the people.
Gu Yuanbai's hand swiped from the jade in the wooden box one by one, his fingertips tapped each jade piece lightly, and asked with a smile in Xue Yuan's ear: "Xue Qing, tell me, you usually Which one do you like best?"
The sage held Xue Yuan in his arms, softly speaking with unequivocal determination and strength.
Xue Yuan suddenly felt weird.
The sage's attitude towards him seemed to soften suddenly, and it seemed to add a bit of frivolity and ambiguity to the other half as a strong person.
Such silliness, although subtle, was captured by Xue Yuan keenly, as if Xue Yuan had become the one who had been invaded and plundered by the sage.
Xue Yuan was silent for a while, unable to think of the reason, so he told the truth and pointed to a jade stance of the same size as the Sage, the one he usually likes to use to practice his hands, "This."
Gu Yuanbai slowly picked up the jade stance, his pampered fingers touched the jade stance a few times at will, and the white hand matched the white jade.
Gu Yuanbai laughed a few times, picked it up and approached Xue Yuan, and said in a hurry: "Don't worry, I will feed you."