However, he said that since that day, Xiao Yu quickly adapted to his new identity as a hanging bomb.
Never been king? It doesn't matter, there is a script.
Won't criticize the memorial? It doesn't matter, there is a script.
Can't govern the country, can't be emperor, can't expand territory, can't balance the power of the court? It doesn't matter at all, it's enough to talk about love!
Everyone in their school days fantasized about having a jingle cat, able to use wonderful props to stuff all knowledge directly into their brains, and Xiao Yu was no exception, although this childish wish seems to have been fulfilled to some extent now, But he couldn't be happy at all.
As a result, in the eyes of ministers, eunuchs, and concubines, His Majesty Qing's moody temperament intensified and became more intimidating than before.
From time to time, there are flying snow, one after another, the whole palace is like a silver coat.
Xianfu Palm Lantern trotted, stopped for a while in front of Changqing Hall, and then slowly walked in after finishing his clothes. The tall red lacquered wooden door isolated the wind and snow from the outside.
He bowed and walked into the room, only to see Emperor Qing leaning on the soft pear wood couch with his eyes closed, the couch was cushioned with warm and thick white tiger fur, the warm tripod was burning vigorously on one side, and the celadon white vase placed in the center of the incense table There are several plum trees sent by Zhuo Shilang from the Ministry of Rites yesterday.
Hearing the footsteps, Emperor Qing slowly opened his eyes, and Xianfu hurriedly brought the hot tea, while observing His Majesty's expression without a trace, he said in a low voice, "It's snowing so much outside, Your Majesty should be careful when you sleep like this. caught the cold."
Qing Di stood up lazily from the couch, and the fox velvet cloak draped over his shoulders slipped down, revealing a tailored black gold-drawn shirt. His wide shoulders and narrow waist made him look taller and taller.
"It's snowing again?" Although he asked, Xiao Yu didn't look at the window, but his eyes fell on the vase of plums, and it was already withered in one day.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xianfu noticed Emperor Qing's gaze, and said quickly, "The servant just met Zhuo Shilang and asked the servant if these plum blossoms were thanked, so that he could pick some fresh ones for His Majesty to enjoy."
Not long ago, Zhuo Fan had been named the Minister of Rites by him. Although the court and the public did not dare to say anything outright, but secretly rumors were flying all over the sky, nothing more than Zhuo Fan climbed onto the dragon bed to serve the emperor so quickly Take the seat of the Minister of Rites.
It sounds ugly, but it's true.
Zhuo Fan was originally an introverted and lofty person, plus he was favored too quickly by the emperor, and he was envied in the court. He got closer. Zhuo Fan disdains to be in the company of flattering villains, and although Shao Ze has classmates, he is extremely repulsive of his ambiguous entanglement with Qingdi. He always persuades him not to pay by infatuation wrongly when he seizes the opportunity, and then talk to Qingdi. Dark tunes. When Zhuo Fan heard this, he was naturally angry, and he didn't want to talk to him. In this way, Zhuo Fan was the only one who went up and down every day.
Until not long ago, Wen Muyan, the prince's son who inherited the title of King Wen, returned to Beijing to accept the title of Emperor Qing.
Thinking of this festival, Xiao Yu's heart sank coldly, but his eyes became more and more gentle, his fingertips brushed the soft red plum petals, as if caressing his lover's cheek: "How can he withstand such a heavy snow with his thin body, call him into the temple. "
Xianfu led the order to retreat.
When the door was closed, Xiao Yu flicked his long sleeves, and immediately made the red plums fall all over the ground, leaving only a few petals on the branches, which was pitiful.
Zhuo Fan came quickly.
In fact, the day after that night, he was named the Minister of Rites. Just when he was proud of his official career, Emperor Qing seemed to gradually lose interest in him and no longer favored him every night, although he still treated him with tenderness from time to time. , but more like a kitten and a puppy at Qingdi's feet. Occasionally, when the interest comes, he lowers his head, glances at it, holds it in his hand, plays with it, and then throws it aside in a blink of an eye.
The IQ of people who are in love is always negative, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhuo Fan is about to fall out of favor, but he still has luck in his heart, and he is worried about gains and losses every day, but the number of times that Emperor Qing summons him is getting less and less. There were more and more beauties in the palace. Seeing that he was about to become one of the countless grudges forgotten by the Qing Emperor, Zhuo Fan finally felt unbearable.
"Wei Chen has seen His Majesty, His Majesty Wan'an."
Xiao Yu slowly turned his head to look at the servant of the Ministry of Rites who was kneeling in front of him. He didn't even have a jacket today, and his shoulders were covered with snowflakes. He had been standing in the snow for a long time. Red, his eyes were full of resentment, his long black hair and satin also hung down behind his back, making his body even more thin and thin, fragile and pitiful.
"Pingshen." Xiao Yu uttered two words indifferently, his brows wrinkled slightly mockingly, he really couldn't understand the bizarre preference of the script - as a pillar of the country, he didn't want to serve the court, and he was forced to complain all day long, thinking about the emperor's return. What's so good about a sissy who has a crush on someone
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"Your Majesty, this plum—" Zhuo Fan held a few bunches of freshly picked plum branches in his arms, but when he looked up, he saw that there were actually several budding Clivia in the blue and white porcelain vase.
Following his gaze, Xiao Yu looked at the orchid in the bottle and smiled meaningfully, and said indifferently, "It was sent by Moran just now, I saw that the plum blossoms have fallen, and people have changed them, and there are trivial petals all over the floor. , really disappointing."
Hearing Moran's name, Zhuo Fan's heart trembled. Wasn't this the male pet who entered the palace the day before yesterday, and in just two days, he actually won the favor of the Qing Emperor
"It turns out that Your Majesty doesn't like plum blossoms, but Wei Chen is doing too much..." Zhuo Fan hugged a few cold plum trees tightly in his arms, and his fiery heart gradually cooled down. He hoped that Emperor Qing could talk to him more, But he said nothing.
It turned out, it turned out that he was self-indulgent from beginning to end...
Looking at Zhuo Fan's dejected face, Xiao Yu didn't feel too much. Although he had no intention of hurting him, he had no intention of loving him.
Xiao Yu just repeated the lines in the script indifferently: "Is there anything else Aiqing has to do? If there is nothing else, just step back."
Zhuo Fan seemed to want to say something else, but unfortunately, the voice of Xianfu's report came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Moran is asking to see you outside the hall."
"Let him come in." Xiao Yu didn't bother to pay attention to Zhuo Fan anymore, so he went back to the soft couch and closed his eyes to rest.
Zhuo Fan on the ground was still standing there in a daze, and his reason told him that he should leave this cold palace quickly, but he heard the sound of the door of the palace being pushed open by Moran, and the sound of his brisk footsteps, and he was nailed to the ground. On the spot, unable to move.
Moran is a very young and beautiful boy. He is quite handsome and has a sense of taste. He turned his head and smiled at Zhuo Fan, but his smile was full of ridicule.
"Moran greets His Majesty. Hearing Eunuch Xian say that His Majesty's political affairs are hard work, the servant specially cooked Tremella porridge for His Majesty, please taste it."
Although Moran is not the type that Xiao Yu likes, but he is still interesting, Xiao Yu waved at him, and the latter immediately nudged up to him, blowing air ambiguously and feeding him porridge spoon by spoon.
"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Moran touched Qingdi's chest flatteringly, drawing a circle with his fingertips.
"not bad."
Moran, who was affirmed, wagged his tail like a pet dog, and laughed.
Zhuo Fan, who was left to watch the two people's love and affection, was like falling into an ice cave. He didn't know how he left the Changqing Palace. There was a lot of wind and snow, and there were sporadically mixed ice and rain. Zhuo Fan's face was blown by the cold wind. Like golden paper, standing blankly under the window outside the Changqing Palace, I heard Moran's laughter and sweet gasps from time to time inside, and imagined that the object of Qingdi's provocative caressing and affection was replaced by Others only feel that their hearts are as uncomfortable as a knife, and they wish to die immediately.
He loves Qingdi so much, how can Qingdi be so ruthless to him
However, Xiao Yu, who was playing with the beautiful young man, didn't think it was any better. Looking at this 16- or 17-year-old "child face", Xiao Yu couldn't get the slightest interest, but he just reached into his clothes and touched a couple of times. Oh, the barking is more frenzied than a cat in heat, and what's even more painful is that he doesn't want to drink silver, ear, and porridge! ! !
Nima is either ginseng tea or all kinds of porridge, either sweet-scented osmanthus cake or walnut cake. As an emperor, he also has the right to eat chicken legs!
Xiao Yu was already so sweet that he was about to vomit. He felt that Moran was an angel who died of salt in his last life, right? This life is not sweet and not happy, is it
At this moment, he suddenly had a wish in his heart, hoping to open a pasture one day, the pasture is full of alpacas, and then he can stand in the yard every day and shout: grass mud horse, grass mud horse!
This weird style of writing that is serious and complaining is a bit wrong, or is it that every scumbag has a heart that is always roaring under the appearance of hard literary and art
Xiao Yu coughed, lowered his face and signaled Moran to take the porridge away. He put on his clothes and walked to the window, quietly raising the corner of the wooden window. From his angle, he could just see a crumbling figure not far away.
At this point in the plot, it's almost time for the so-called infatuated supporting actor to appear.
Qingdi, who was hidden behind the scenes, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from a small table, and started watching a good show while nibbling on the melon seeds. Moran, who was behind him, was full of inexplicable expressions.
Which one is this singing
The snow gradually became smaller, and the raindrops became much heavier. Even if Zhuo Fan hid under the eaves, he was soaked wet for a moment, his limbs were cold, his face was bloodless, and his black hair was wet and clinging to his body, but no matter how Xiao Yu looked at it, he couldn't see the "dampness" depicted in the script. The clothes outline a slender figure," "the skin is as pale as transparent", "the lonely back is especially stubborn, and the coldness is like a flower on the alpine", such a pitiful beauty.
It might be more appropriate to say that it is like a freshly baked water ghost.
Xiao Yu thought for a while, but it wasn't that he wanted to ridicule Zhuo Fan, but he liked the script and abused the lowly. The urination of the endearing words really made Xiao Yu feel sick.
Zhuo Fan felt that he was cold, his body was cold, his heart was even colder, but his head was so hot that it seemed to explode.
In the haze, he seemed to see someone approaching with an umbrella. The raindrops hit the umbrella surface in a hurry and dense, and his eyes were already out of focus. He only felt that in the silver-white world, there was a tall figure wrapped in a warm cloak. Himself, the paper umbrella was over his head, blocking the rain and snow for him with one hand.
If only... Qingdi would be fine.
Thinking like this, thinking like this, Zhuo Fan fainted.
This person is naturally not the Qing Emperor, and Xiao Yu is still hiding behind the window to watch the play.
This person has a tall and sturdy figure, a handsome and gentle face, especially those dark and deep eyes, and the slender inner double, which always makes people feel that there is a tenderness inside, unreasonably affectionate.
He was the only one who inherited the title of King Wen with a different surname, Wen Muyan.
In the wind and snow, King Wen held an umbrella in one hand and Zhuo Fan's shoulder in the other, looking down at the man in his arms. Looking at it, it is really a moving ink painting.
Xiao Yu ate the last melon seed, caressed his palms and smiled, and the wind and snow covered his head, which was considered a white head.
Moran didn't understand what Qingdi saw through the window, let alone what he was laughing at. He just silently brought hot tea and handed it over.
Of course Xiao Yu didn't care what other people were thinking, his eyes were chasing Wen Muyan who was trying to pick up Zhuo Fan, thinking that the ultimate fate of this perfect spare tire was not to be kicked off by Xiaoshou, so infatuation was another reason. Why bother to come, why bother to come.
With his fingertips brushing the mouth of the warm cup, Xiao Yu lowered his head to take a sip of hot tea, and when he looked up again, he happened to see Wen Muyan staggered on the bottom of his feet and almost threw the unconscious Zhuo Fan out.
Xiao Yu was a little surprised and a little funny, but King Wen stopped after walking a few steps, put him down for a break, picked him up again and continued walking.
This time, Xiao Yu almost didn't laugh out loud - as far as he could see, it was because Zhuo Fan was too heavy on Wen Muyan's relationship, hahahaha.
Xiao Yu watched them walk to the corner of the corridor. Maybe King Wen was really weak, or maybe it was because the wind and snow was really hard to walk, and King Wen couldn't hold this big man at all.
He had no choice but to put the person down and see that there was no one left or right, Wen Muyan squatted down for a while, rubbed his hands and sighed, shook the snowflakes on his cloak, and finally circled around Zhuo Fan twice, thinking of a good idea - he Grabbing Zhuo Fan's left and right hands, he dragged the man away like a big bundle of sacks...
dragged away...
gone…
now...
Moran watched in astonishment as Qingdi, who had a serious and sullen face, spat out the tea with a "poof", so frightened that he went out of his body, and quickly knelt on the ground trembling to plead guilty.
"Your Majesty, but the tea is too hot? The servants should die! The servants should die! Please forgive me!"
"It's none of your business here, just step back." Xiao Yu put the tea cup aside and waved his hand indifferently. When he opened the window and looked again, the corridor was already empty.
He stood quietly in front of the window and listened to the rain and the wind for a while, and a low smile appeared on his lips - this Wen Muyan seemed to be a bit more interesting than his previous life.