Sheng Chengli looked at him, and after a moment, he looked up at the rising sun outside the palace wall and said in a deep voice: "My father is like the sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers to me. His kindness is as heavy as a mountain and cannot be reversed. Lord Su, please be careful with your words."
They walked slowly, and Sheng Chengli followed Su Huaijing all the way. Now, apart from the two of them, there were no other officials or palace maids here. Sheng Chengli's words could not be considered a warning, nor were they a well-intentioned reminder.
Su Huaijing glanced at him, then looked away indifferently, feeling quite bored.
He wanted to trick me into saying something, but he wasn't honest, and he tried to find a "loophole" in his words to threaten me...
How should I put it? For the first time, Su Huaijing understood what it meant to be a rotten tree that cannot be carved.
Neither his third brother nor Tangtang taught him how to judge the situation and act accordingly.
Su Huaijing replied calmly, "As the old saying goes, a single word can make a world of difference. Serving and serving are homophones and have the same meaning. They can indeed be used interchangeably when it comes to being filial to one's parents. However, I am a censor and have the responsibility to record your words. Your Highness is pure and kind, and your filial piety has moved heaven, but it is a pity that only you and I know about your words. I originally wanted to record them after returning to the Censorate and present them to Your Majesty, to show that Your Highness is sincere in serving his father and respecting his teacher, and should be a role model for all officials. But what did Your Highness think of? He actually advised me to be careful with my words?"
Sheng Chengli's expression changed slightly, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes when he looked at Su Huaijing.
Su Huaijing looked at him, neither humble nor arrogant, neither dodging, and even exuding a sense of ease and ease, as if he was purely curious and waiting for his answer.
After a long while, Sheng Chengli chuckled softly and sighed, "I've long heard that Lord Su is extremely intelligent, his actions and words are flawless, and he has the ability to debate with scholars. After seeing him today, I find that his reputation is well-deserved. I admire him."
"Your Highness, your words are too polite." Su Huaijing glanced at him, clasped his fist politely, and continued walking forward. He was not very interested in talking to begin with, and now it dropped even more.
Sheng Chengli followed him at an unhurried pace, and started chatting with him as if he was getting close to him: "My cousin is weak and is most likely to get sick in late autumn and early winter. Thank you for taking care of me, Lord Zhongcheng."
Su Huaijing frowned for a moment, then slowly relaxed his brows, and said in a cold voice: "Tangtang is my husband, and it is my duty to take care of him. Your Highness, could it be that you have no trivial matters to worry about recently, and have the leisure to start caring about other people's family affairs?"
Sheng Chengli said: "How can my cousin be considered someone else?"
Su Huaijing paused slightly, turned his head and looked at Sheng Chengli with a serious gaze. The latter looked at him with a faint smile between his brows, which was quite eye-catching on his increasingly older face.
Su Huaijing looked at him for a few moments, his eyes moved, and the pressure and sharpness in his eyes turned into some unspeakable emotions.
He said in a gentle voice: "Your Highness has such beautiful eyes. I think the reputation of Concubine Shu as the most beautiful woman in Yangzhou is true."
Sheng Chengli frowned slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at the badge hanging on Su Huaijing's waist, and said: "My mother left me when I was young. I am lucky to have eyes like hers. It's a pity that my eyes were infected with an illness at the beginning of the year. I am always worried that I will have a disease in the future and ruin the eyes that my mother left me."
Su Huaijing repeated: "Two eyes?"
Sheng Chengli nodded: "It is indeed a pair of eyes. What doubts does Lord Zhongcheng have?"
Su Huaijing smiled and shook his head: "Your Highness is blessed by heaven, and you are blessed with good fortune. With the protection of His Majesty, it is reasonable that you will not be affected by the disease."
Sheng Chengli said, "I have lived for seventeen years, and this is the first time someone has praised me for being blessed. Thank you, Lord Zhongcheng."
Su Huaijing: "Your Highness, there is no need to be modest."
Unless summoned by the emperor to discuss matters in the Qinzheng Hall, court officials were not allowed to stay in the palace for too long. So after Su Huaijing finished speaking, he walked forward slowly. Sheng Chengli followed him and said slowly, "I am not being modest. It's just that my fate was determined by a piece of maxim since I was born, which made my father hate me. Later, I was framed by the harem's struggles and had a miserable childhood. After finally growing up to the age of fifteen, I encountered many accidents, which made my father displeased and exiled me to the imperial mausoleum."
He paused, then laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "Perhaps I am destined to have few relatives and be framed in this life."
Su Huaijing frowned silently, and subconsciously didn't want to talk to him anymore, but Sheng Chengli followed him all the way, obviously with some intention.
But he was silent for two seconds, and then said: "Your Highness just told me to be careful with my words, so now I say that my kinship is weak?"
This is a sentence that expresses jealousy and resentment by deceiving the emperor. As a prince, he complains about his weak family ties. Doesn't that mean that the emperor is unfair and treats him badly
Sheng Chengli understood the meaning of his words, but asked Su Huaijing in return: "Master Su, are you going to report me to the emperor?"
"The price of plain paper is high, and it is not a major issue for the people's livelihood and the world, so there is no need to report it."
In other words, you don't deserve it.
Sheng Chengli was humiliated like this, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "This is even better. Father sits with Master Huimian every day, discussing Buddhism and elixirs. I think he doesn't want to see trivial documents to disturb his peace."
Su Huaijing paused slightly, turned his head to glance at Sheng Chengli, and did not speak for a long time.
It was not until they were about to leave the palace and separated from Sheng Chengli that Su Huaijing bowed his hands and saluted as a subject, saying, "Thank you for your reminder, Your Highness. Please be careful with your words and actions in the future."
Sheng Chengli returned the greeting and said, "Master Zhongcheng has taught me, and I dare not disobey you. Please also take good care of my cousin and don't let him worry."
Su Huaijing didn't say anything else. He walked to the palace gate and got on the carriage. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but his hand kept stroking the badge given to him by Rong Tang.
bother.
Very annoying. He couldn't understand how Sheng Chengli could do it. He knew Tangtang didn't like him, but he still came to them from time to time to show his presence
His words were full of self-righteous concern and intimacy. Even a person with a good temper would not be happy to hear it, and Su Huaijing himself was not a good-tempered person.
It's not difficult to understand.
First, he admitted that he had doubts about Mu Jingxu; second, he showed that he cared very much about Rong Tang; third, and most importantly, he told Su Huaijing that Emperor Renshou was refining the elixir.
Throughout history, many emperors have fallen into ignorance and superstition at the end of their reign. They were easily deceived by wandering sorcerers or fake monks, seeking the secret of immortality in the hope of eternal life.
Sheng Xuyan was a superstitious person to the extreme, so it was not surprising that he would take this path. The only strange thing was the person who guided him to start refining elixirs.
Huimian, a highly acclaimed monk in Dayu, was also the monk who cured Rong Tang's illness.
Su Huaijing lowered his eyes, a dark light flowing in his pupils. He couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he subconsciously felt that Sheng Chengli's visit seemed... to have some intention of showing goodwill.
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“The phased purpose is the same.”
Rong Tang was lying on a small couch with a charcoal stove in front of him. Medicine was simmering on the stove, bubbling.
The kitchen put a few sweet potatoes in the stove tonight, and Su Huaijing was peeling the charred skin for him. His hands were stained with many black stains, but the peeled sweet potato core was white and soft.
He asked as he washed his hands, "Why do you say that?"
It was just taken out of the stove and was still scorching hot. Rong Tang used a silver spoon to scoop out the food and ate it, mumbling, "Because he also wants the emperor to die."
The former dynasty and the harem are closely related. Since Sheng Chengli managed to overthrow Concubine Yi in one fell swoop, it is only a matter of time before Concubine Hui dies at his hands.
Marshal Xia's military power has already become a concern for the emperor. When Concubine Hui loses her power, the third and sixth princes will be disliked by Emperor Renshou. By then, it will not be difficult for Sheng Chengli to obtain an imperial edict with the imperial seal printed on it, whether by coaxing or forgery.
Therefore, to a certain extent, it is true that the common enemy of Su Huaijing and Sheng Chengli at this time is Emperor Renshou.
Sheng Chengli came to Su Huaijing on purpose. He seemed to be on guard, but in fact, he had loopholes everywhere. Some of them were unintentional, while others were intentional. His purpose was to actively hand the handle to Su Huaijing and send him a signal of goodwill. It was just a pity...
Rong Tang took a bite of the sweet potato, and the sweet and sticky taste melted between his lips and teeth, making him feel very satisfied.
He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Su Huaijing: "But you don't want Sheng Xuyan to die, right?"
Su Huaijing paused for a moment, then smiled gently, like a handsome gentleman in the world, but his words revealed undisguised evil thoughts: "Tangtang knows me so well."
Rong Tang snorted and scooped another spoonful of food.
"Letting him die would be too merciful. I am not a kind person, so I naturally cannot do such a generous thing." Su Huaijing said softly.
Killing people is magnanimous and kind, Rong Tang thought that this man finally looked like a villain. He responded casually without commenting too much, but Su Huaijing came over, face to face, smiled at him, and asked coquettishly: "Does Tang Tang think I'm vicious?"
He had a faint fragrance, like plum, bamboo and ink, or maybe the sandalwood that was smoked in the carriage in the study every day. Each of them was the fragrance of a gentleman, which had the effect of calming the mind. But Rong Tang sniffed this faint fragrance, and then looked at the man's eyelashes that were almost fluttering on his face. His heart moved, and he stretched out his hand uncontrollably, hooked his arm around Su Huaijing's neck, and forcefully pulled him in front of him, raised his head and gave him a kiss.
The wind blew through the courtyard, the autumn leaves blew away, and his breath mixed with his nose. Rong Tang kissed him for a long time, and the medicine cup on the charcoal stove was bubbling and the lid was about to be lifted.
The temperature kept rising. Just before he was about to run out of energy, Rong Tang let him go. His voice was slightly panting, weak but serious: "Revenge for one's parents is the duty of a child. How can it be considered vicious?"
Su Huaijing's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to continue kissing her, but he saw the person under him smiled, with dimples on his cheeks, and his tone was indulgent and gentle: "Besides, it doesn't matter even if he is vicious, it's enough to have a good person in a family."
He said, "I will atone for your sins, I will bear your iniquities."
Rong Tang spoke the most bewitching love words in the most calm tone in the world. Su Huaijing stared at him from top to bottom for a long time, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
The body was instantly controlled by the soul, and he wanted to act uncontrollably based on instinct. Su Huaijing came closer again, and Rong Tang put his arm on his most vulnerable neck, but it actually had no deterrent effect at all.
As long as he lay there, Su Huaijing would be willing to throw himself into the fire.
The north wind gradually rose, the sky darkened, the lights in the study were dim, and the aroma of medicine was wafting from the charcoal stove. Su Huaijing was so moved by the kiss that his hand went into Rong Tang's clothes, but he remembered something and paused for a moment. He wanted to step back and let Tang Tang drink the medicine before continuing.
Rong Tang blinked his eyes, hooked his arm around him, and whispered, "How about not taking the medicine?"
Su Huaijing frowned almost immediately. He could agree to Tangtang's everything else except the fact that he didn't take care of his body. No matter how many times Su Huaijing saw it, he could not remain indifferent.
"Tangtang..."
"But I also want to feel comfortable." Rong Tang's voice was soft, very delicate, and extremely seductive: "Huai Jing, let me indulge myself for once, okay?"
The autumn moon hangs high in the sky, and the saint falls into the mortal world, inviting him to perish.
(End of this chapter)