After so many years of hard work, I finally made it to this day step by step, but His Highness didn't show any signs of joy. What's wrong
A thick blue and gold silk curtain hangs in the study, almost blocking all the sunlight outside. Ever since Ning Yi came back from southern Fujian, his eyes seem to be a little bad, afraid of light and wind. The original light green curtains are now replaced with in dark tones.
There was a slight sound of paper flipping in the study room, and the faint smoke smelled like precious ambergris.
"The Wu Shilang from the Ministry of Industry is the old prince's baby brother." Ning Yi on the seat silently flipped through a thick file, his tone was indifferent and straightforward, "Replace."
"Yes." Under the seat was Xin Ziyan, who looked at his nose, nose and heart without any expression of laughter. "Where do we start?"
"Isn't he fond of collecting gold stones and out-of-print ancient books?" Ning Yi said indifferently, "You are in charge of the compilation of "Tian Sheng Zhi", so it's not easy to accuse him of a crime?"
Xin Ziyan raised his eyebrows, and could hear a hint of sarcasm from the tone of this sentence.
"Your Highness." He looked up at Ning Yi, "I..."
"I'm tired." Ning Yi raised his head, his eyes were still elegant and unparalleled, but his expression was a bit haggard. He closed his eyes slightly, rubbed the center of his brows lightly, and didn't give Xin Ziyan a chance to finish his sentence, "That's it. .”
Then he closed his eyes, leaned back, and made a gesture of refusing to talk at all.
Xin Ziyan didn't intend to accept his refusal, since he returned to the imperial capital till now, he has been tossed enough by this eccentric Ning Yi. This person seems to be a bit abnormal. He hardly gave himself a chance to rest, rested in the study all day long, and completely refused to communicate with them about anything other than court affairs. This was the tenth time he had been interrupted today.
He remembered that when Ning Yi first returned to the Imperial Capital, on the Golden Palace, His Majesty said that it was a pity that he passed by King Shunyi and his party, otherwise they could have seen each other off. After a flash, his face turned pale for a moment.
He remembered that after the court was over, Ning Yi grabbed a horse outside the Taihe Gate and galloped away, but stopped the horse sadly in front of the city gate, stood there for a long time, and finally turned the horse's head silently.
After that, he didn't have any anomalies, and only a few of his close ministers knew that no anomalies were the biggest anomalies.
Xin Ziyan's eyes were complicated, thinking that after returning to Fujian, Ning Yi and Ning Cheng avoided him on certain matters, and when Ning Yi came back, he immediately brought back the Golden Feather Guard under his custody, needless to say, it was for the Feng family, But no matter what, he did nothing wrong. His Majesty entrusted the Golden Feather Guard to Ning Yi. The only task was to find Dacheng's orphan. Hesitating and hesitating, the consequences are unimaginable.
It's just that no one thought that the orphan wasn't Feng Zhiwei? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Xin Ziyan closed his eyes and sighed inwardly: something wrong, something wrong...
Seeing Ning Yi's tired expression on the opposite side, Xin Ziyan couldn't help but feel angry.
"You can close your eyes and listen to me when you're tired!" He suddenly rushed forward, put his hands in front of Ning Yi's desk, and stared at him with burning eyes, "You must finish listening to me today!"
"Don't listen." Ning Yi still didn't open his eyes to look at him, "You are the number one talented person in Tiansheng, and you are His Majesty's most beloved capable minister. What you do, what you do, is never wrong, you have nothing to explain to me, and I have nothing to find fault with you, that's all."
"Then I want to find fault with you." Xin Ziyan sneered, "What are you driving Ning Cheng away for? Doesn't it make you uncomfortable to see him walking around the palace all day long? Doesn't it make you feel bad? Sorry, let him come back."
Ning Yi opened his eyes, his eyes were cold.
"You are not my subordinate, but my teacher and friend. I will not touch you, and I will not interfere with what you are going to do." He said lightly, "Ning Cheng is my subordinate, I have the right to move him, please don't interfere with me .”
"If I were your subordinate, would you also plan to drive me away?" Xin Ziyan sneered.
Ning Yi remained silent.
Xin Ziyan stared at him for a long while, disappointed in his eyes, and said for a long time: "If you plan to ruin yourself for a woman, and make these ten years of painstaking efforts come to nothing, then it's up to you, I'm just blind."
"How come?" Ning Yi slightly raised his long eyelashes and smiled. His smile was sinking in the pale golden smoke, it didn't look like a smile, but it was a little scary. "Things in the world are very strange. In his position, Or if I am not in this position, there will be many things that I have to do. In this case, I want to try the only position, whether it can let me live as I want."
He spoke plainly, but Xin Ziyan could hear the desolation in it. He was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "I would like to persuade you to calm down... Some people are destined to be enemies. At this point, you can't see it. will hurt yourself."
"Why can't I see it?" Ning Yi smiled, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes flew out of flowing arcs. It was as beautiful as a dizzying dream, but it was also an intoxicating dream. "Didn't you see that I was preparing to give Shunyi an A gift from the king?" He pointed to an exquisite gift basket on the table.
The basket is very delicate and tightly wrapped, and it is impossible to see what is inside.
"I'm also going to personally send a letter of congratulations to the King of Shunyi and the Great Concubine, as a royal prince." Ning Yi smiled, spread the paper and moistened the ink, picked up the pen to write, but stopped, stared at Xin Ziyan with a light smile and remained silent.
Xin Ziyan sighed, had no choice but to step back and close the door.
The last bit of light and shadow was also shut out by the closed door. The curtain was heavy and there was no glimmer of light. The man sank in the light golden smoke, held up the pen, and pressed the golden paper against the snow-white Luo Luo in a constant posture. .
Silence, for a long time.
Holding the pen for too long, until the tip of the pen is soaked in ink, it slowly falls into an arc, and I can't wait to fall.
"Snapped."
Black ink marks were splashed on the embossed gold paper, and the extended shape was like a black sun.
Ning Yi stared blankly at the hideous ink mark.
It's been like night... since she left.
It was just a parting, but it suddenly became a gap between life and death between mountains and seas. He fully thought that he would return to Beijing with her who was waiting for him in Ueno, full of harvest and joy. He wanted to ask her if she received the letter box. , do you like the reeds and corals, would you like to go with him to see the reeds on the way back to the South China Sea? The sea breeze is blowing black, has it been moistened more abundantly by the water of the South China Sea—he couldn't see her for so long, so long.