I was depressed for a long time and couldn't come back to my senses.
He just mentioned about the swing to Shang Junlin once, but Shang Junyue built a swing for him in Yuzhang Palace in no time.
Swings are nothing, but what is rare is that, as an emperor, Shang Junlin can keep his affairs in mind.
"I like it very much," Shen Yu turned back, met the tender eyes of the man, and repeated, "I really like it, Your Majesty."
"Go and have a look." Shang Junlin walked towards the swing, holding a gloomy hand.
The man's hand was warm and strong, and the gloomy hand was quietly curled up in the man's palm, like a tired bird finding a shelter from the wind and rain.
Sullenly looked at the swing that suddenly appeared and gave him a great surprise. The rope hanging the swing was two fingers thick, and green vines with white flowers were wrapped around it. The seat below was large enough for him and Shang Jun Lin and the two sat down together.
Shen Yu walked around the swing, feeling a little itchy.
"Your Majesty, I'll sit on it, but you push me." After Shen Yu finished speaking, she sat on the swing.
For comfort, a thick velvet blanket is laid on the wooden chair, which insulates the wooden chair from the coolness and reduces the hardness of the wooden chair.
Shang Junlin walked behind Shen Yu and slowly pushed up the swing.
Sitting on the swing, Shen Yu swayed with the ups and downs of the swing, and the breeze brushed her cheeks, raising the hair behind her.
Every time it falls, the gloomy hair will float to Shang Junlin's body and hands with the strength of the wind.
His eyes narrowed comfortably, and after wandering for a while, Shen Yu suddenly realized that it seemed not good to let Shang Junlin push all the time, and when he fell next time, he pulled Shang Junlin's sleeve.
"What's wrong?" Shang Junlin firmly grasped the rope of the swing and made the swing stop.
Shen Yu turned sideways and looked up at him: "I want His Majesty to accompany me."
Shang Junlin paused for a while, but in the end he couldn't resist the idea of swinging with Shen Yu, so he walked up to Shen Yu and sat down.
They didn't let the palace people push the swing, but let the swing sway slowly, leaning gloomily on Shang Junlin's shoulder, talking about their childhood.
"At that time, Shen Qingran liked to come to show off to me very much. Zhenbeihou made him a swing in the yard. He liked it so much that he even dragged me to see his swing," said the gloomy gaze slowly drifting away. , "Look at the kind he plays."
Many years have passed, and Shen Yu didn't really remember these things at first. Sitting on the swing today, the long-lost memories were rummaged out.
"He smiled very happily. I was standing not far away at the time, and I really wanted to try it, to try the feeling of flying up, but I knew that Shen Qingran would not sit for me, he always did this, what did he get? Good stuff, you have to show it off in front of me."
Speaking of this, Shen Yu chuckled, "At that time, I still had illusions about Zhenbeihou, and even naively went to Zhenbeihou, wanting the same thing, and the result can be imagined."
"It's Zhenbeihou's fault." Shang Junlin stroked his gloomy hair.
"Later, I gradually understood that Zhenbeihou is unreliable, no matter how much you want, you will never go to him."
In fact, what kind of precious things can a child want? It's nothing more than longing for the warmth behind those things. It's a pity that Zhenbeihou refused to give him even a little bit of charity.
"Don't talk about Marquis Zhenbei, let's talk about swings. Later, when I grew up, someone came to me with a land deed and said that some things left by my mother would be handed over to me. That Zhuangzi was one of them. Go When I got to Zhuangzi, I asked someone to make a swing, tried it, and found that it was completely different from what I imagined."
"It won't happen in the future." Shang Junlin hugged his gloomy arms tightly.
"Huh?" Shen Yu was surprised.
"Ayu will never have something he wants but can't get."
Shang Junlin can't change the past that he didn't have time to participate in, he can only make up for the regrets bit by bit, but he can guarantee that in the future with his participation, Shen Yu will not leave the same regrets!
"I'm no longer a child, and I'll take whatever I really want," Shen Yu looked up at the sky, "I'm fine now, with His Majesty, I'm already very satisfied."
This life was picked up for nothing, his fate is in his own hands, he can live it however he wants.
After returning to the palace, life gradually got on the right track. Apart from the bitterness of the new prescription, Shen Yu had no dissatisfaction.
"Can't you ask Grand Doctor Gu to change the prescription?" Shen Yu took the medicine in the bowl and drank it, and immediately grabbed a handful of candied fruit and put it in his mouth.
"Ah Yu can bear it for a few more days, after this course of treatment, you can change to the previous prescription."
He looked gloomyly at the man who was standing and talking without back pain: "Your Majesty also said the same thing yesterday."
"Physician Gu said that adding medicine that suppresses the bitterness will dilute the effect of the medicine. For the sake of your health, Ah Yu has to bear with it." Shang Junlin didn't want to see depression and discomfort, so he had asked Physician Gu earlier. He was uncomfortable with the medicine, and he hoped that his depressed body could recover soon.
In just a few days, the little flesh that he had finally grown was gone, and his face was smaller than before he got sick.
Shen Yu knew that drinking the medicine was for his own health, but he couldn't help but want to complain to Shang Junlin. Thinking of the reason for his illness, he asked, "Where is that man in gray? Who did it to me?"
"I can't ask the person behind the scenes. No matter how tortured, that person will not open his mouth. If he didn't find out in time, he would have committed suicide by taking medicine." Shang Junlin would only want to know who the person behind the scene is more than depressed, but they know There are so few clues that they can't be found at all.
Last time there was an accident in Yuzhang Palace, he replaced most of the people in Yuzhang Palace, but he couldn't find out who was behind the scenes. This time it will be difficult.
"The man in gray should be a dead soldier, he is very clear about our movements, and also understands the behavior style of the Yinlongguard and the imperial army," he thought deeply, "Ignoring the other two, let's just talk about people who are familiar with the style of the Yinlongguard, Quan Dahuan should not have much."
Yinlongwei is similar to the existence of dead men, and usually only acts in secret. Many ministers only know that Shang Junlin has such a force in his hands. As for what Yinlongwei looks like and how to do things, they don't know at all.
Shen Yu: "It is estimated that there is nothing to be found on the man in gray. Since the other party has made a move, he must have thought of a way out of failure."
Shang Junlin: "I know."
The man in gray really caused headaches for the interrogators, and the fact that the dead man couldn't ask anything had almost become their consensus, but the man they caught who hurt His Majesty, His Majesty didn't let go, so they could only keep interrogating him.
When the person was tossed to the last breath, His Majesty finally sent an order: no need to ask anything, continue the interrogation.
"What does Your Majesty mean?" The people who received the order looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Your Majesty is venting his anger for your lord, just don't make it easier for him." Someone responded.
"Your Majesty really values you very much." Another person sighed.
"Stop talking, let's work, and let's vent our anger over the past two days."
On the other side of the prison, hearing the low-pitched screams not far away, King Yue shrank back to the corner.
I don't know if those people did it on purpose, but they interrogated the prisoners not far from him every time. It was okay once or twice, but if there were too many times, the gods couldn't stand the screams that were always lingering in their ears.
In addition to the screams, there are also all kinds of sounds of punishment that are creepy to listen to: the "sizzling" sound of the hot iron touching the skin, the tooth-piercing "creaking" sound, the sound of the wind falling from the whip, and the sound of hitting people. sound…
After a few days, King Yue was physically and mentally exhausted, and his dreams were filled with similar voices.
He can't stay any longer! He has to get out!
The king of Yue has already ignored what the late emperor entrusted, and he must not use the words of those forces unless it is absolutely necessary. He just wants to get out of this dark place and stay away from those tormenting voices!
"Your Majesty, something has happened." The head of the Yinlong Guard knelt on the ground respectfully and said.
"Don't startle the snake, I want to catch the big fish behind King Yue at once." Shang Junlin sat on the throne with his head on one hand, his tone flat.
"yes."
King Yue used a special method to contact the person, and finally he was relieved. Hearing the screams from the next door, it was not as difficult as before.
The screams from the next door continued, and occasionally a few whispers could be heard, nothing more than how His Majesty doted on Shen Guijun. King Yue sat by the wall, unconsciously recalling that elegant young man in blue.
gloomy.
What went wrong that caused Shen Yu to change his attitude towards him overnight, King Yue still hasn't figured it out.
Shen Yu heard the movement of King Yue from Shang Junlin's mouth, and was puzzled: "Why did he suddenly lose his mind?"
With the prudence of the King of Yue, it is unreasonable that he can't bear to be imprisoned for a few days.
"I asked them to place the place where the man in gray was interrogated near the King of Yue." Shang Junlin narrated calmly.
"Pfft," Shen Yu couldn't help laughing, "How did Your Majesty come up with this method?"
Shen Yu can already imagine how tormenting King Yue has been during this time. King Yue is a person who can't stand the noise. With such a voice lingering in his ears every day, it is already the limit to be able to bear it until now before he can move.
"Your Majesty taught me well."
Gloomy: "???"
"What have I taught Your Majesty?"
Shang Junlin reminded: "Your Majesty asked me to deliver letters to the beauties of the King of Yue last time..."
Shen Yu choked for a while, but thinking of the unlucky life of King Yue during this period, he decided not to care about Shang Junlin.
Speaking of the dark prison, he thought gloomily of another person locked in the dark prison: "Your Majesty, is there any clue about what happened to the He family?"
"Yes," Shang Junlin frowned slightly, "They arrived in the capital secretly."
When they arrived in the capital, they didn't do anything, so as not to startle the snake, Shang Junlin only asked people to pay attention to their every move, and did not do anything else for the time being.
The He family, the mysterious force behind the He family, the king of Yue, and Shen Yu linked the three together, and couldn't help but have a new idea, maybe young master He is just a cover? King Ruoyue was not helped by the mysterious power because he rescued Mr. He...
No, then the King of Yue doesn't need to spend a lot of time to replace Young Master He from the dark prison. The King of Yue has no profit, and if he doesn't have enough benefits, it is impossible to take such a big risk to save a person who is deeply trapped in the dark prison.
"Your Majesty also pay attention to the movement of young master He during this time." Shen Yu reminded.
"I will pay attention." After Shang Junlin finished speaking, he put down the memorial in his hand, and approached the depressed person standing on the other side.
"Do you still remember our bet? The spring is about to begin." Shang Junlin picked up the depression and walked to the side of the soft couch, gently put him down, and then leaned over -
Shen Yu twisted around and escaped from Shang Junlin's shackles: "The outcome is undecided, what is Your Majesty doing in such a hurry?"
The author has something to say: When I was writing about the swing today, I couldn’t help imagining the scene where Ayu was pushed on the swing after the two expressed their feelings, so there was a small theater:
The white fingers tightly gripped the rope on the swing, and the swing continued to swing with the man's movements, and the gloomy hand tightly grasped the man's clothes, and the voice sounded intermittently:
"Your Majesty, uh... stop..."
"Don't be afraid, hold me tight."
Shang Junlin hugged him tightly, the two people's clothes were not taken off, the black clothes and the white clothes were layered and intertwined, gradually blending into one as the swing swayed...