The man came to this cold place, hugged and kissed him...
The memory was so blurry. Qi Yan woke up suddenly after being drunk. He frowned and sat up from the bed with a headache. He looked at the cold room. It didn't look like someone had been there.
After waking up from a sweet dream, Qi Yan looked at the wine bottle lying beside him and couldn't help but chuckle.
After all, it is my dream. Qi Yan got down to the ground and kicked the wine bottle next to the bed. The wine bottle rolled and slid, dropping a few drops of unfinished wine.
How could a majestic emperor come to this cold palace in the middle of the night just to see him
It was funny just thinking about it. Qi Yan prepared bath water for himself and took a warm bath. All the fatigue seemed to disappear at this moment.
The room was very quiet, as if the sweet dream last night had never existed. Three days later, Qi Yan received the imperial edict asking him to return to take charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
That sweet dream... seems to have come true
Qi Yan was puzzled, but maybe it was really his imagination, so when he received the imperial edict, he froze on the spot.
Xiao Anzi, who came to announce the decree, looked happy: "Brother Qi, you are finally back! The emperor still cares about you!"
Qi Yan was silent for a while and then asked: "Xiao Anzi, how are you these days, Your Majesty?"
"Brother is not here, so he can't see it. Now that he can go back to the palace, it's up to him to see for himself!" Xiao Anzi looked mysterious, but Qi Yan had no time to tease him.
"Was the Emperor well three days ago?"
"An is fine." Xiao Anzi was puzzled: "Three days ago... the emperor looked at it as if it was Concubine Yao. To say that Concubine Yao is really the most beloved in the Sixth Palace, there is no one in the harem who can compare with her. No. Hey, bah, bah, bah, you will get slapped if you talk about the master in private... "
... It turns out that the brand he turned over was Concubine Yao's.
Unable to explain what emotions he felt in his heart, Qi Yan accepted the order and began to pack his things. The palace carriage was just outside the palace. It seemed that the decree meant that he should return to the palace immediately.
Uneasiness and entanglement slowly grew in his heart. It wasn't until he got on the carriage that Qi Yan suddenly remembered that he was going back to the palace again.
"What are you worried about, brother?" Xiao Anzi saw his depression: "Although the palace is airtight, it is better than the palace."
"I know." Qi Yan shook his head: "It just feels like I have to go back to that cage that I can't escape from."
"That's what my brother said. As a person in the palace, you can't think about going out." Xiao Anzi also sighed in disappointment: "But it's okay, my brother was in the palace before, instead of outside the city. That free life, otherwise if you fall in love with that free life, you won’t want to return to the palace.”
Qi Yan nodded, acquiescing to Xiao Anzi's words.
The west door of the palace opened for Qi Yan. He opened the curtain and watched the long street disappear behind the tightly closed door. After all, he had no chance to live a free life.
"Brother, don't think about it." Xiao Anzi comforted him: "The emperor treats my brother well, which is better than anything else."
The emperor treated him well, but who in the palace received as much kindness as he did? But the grace he wants is not these...
Maybe it’s because I’m asking for too much.
When he returned to the palace, his position was still that of housekeeper, he still served in the Yangxin Hall, and his residence was still in the side hall of the Yangxin Hall.
It seems that there has never been any change, just like before he left the palace.
After putting on palace clothes, Qi Yan must go to the emperor to give a big gift and thank him.
Arriving at the Yangxin Hall, Qi Yan knelt at the door. Xiao Anzi came out and let him in with a smile.
Taking a deep breath, Qi Yan stood up and walked inside.
Stepping through the dark red palace door, on the shining high seat, there was Feng Lin in a strong suit.
He was reviewing the memorial, and it seemed as if he hadn't been seen, and it was as if he hadn't heard him come in.
Qi Yan lowered his eyes slightly. Sure enough, the sweet dream he had three days ago was just his drunken fantasy.
Qi Yan knelt down silently. He didn't speak. He was waiting for Feng Lin to let him get up.
The sound of reviewing memorials became the only background music in Yangxin Hall for a while. It seemed so desolate and sad. I don't know if it was to Qi Yan or to the brush that lightly tapped red ink.
"If I don't let you get up, will you kneel there for the rest of your life?"
Qi Yan's eyes narrowed slightly: "This slave listens to the Emperor."
"Why do you call yourself a slave?" Feng Lin suddenly raised his voice: "When you return to the palace, do you abandon your identity as a friend and concentrate on being a slave?"
Qi Yan's heart felt cold, how could he think so? The distance between friends can make him more unrestrained with him, but the status of a slave... means a lifetime of relative silence.
"I… "
"Do you regret what happened that night?"
Hearing this, Qi Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly looked up at Feng Lin who was sitting on the throne. The man was smiling softly, the teasing and ridicule in his eyes clearly visible.
... He, he is teasing himself? !
"Looking at you like this, I'm afraid you think what happened that night was a dream." Feng Lin walked down from the main seat and came to Qi Yan's side. He stretched out his hand and gently twisted the hair that was not tied up at his temples, his voice was hoarse. Low voice: "So what happened that night doesn't count?"
"Do the math!" To be honest, Qi Yan couldn't remember what he said at that time, but he knew that if he said no, everything might start over again.
Upon receiving his answer, Feng Lin's eyes flashed with light.
"I did mean what I said when I took you back to the palace, and you said you would stay with me forever..."
"This is for sure!"
"Serve me?"
"Of course, I'll always be there for you."
"You will always love me? Will you never leave me?"
"... This will count for now." Qi Yan didn't know that he would be so open-minded after being drunk. You must know that in ancient times, saying such things would be embarrassing to others.
"Love me forever?"
“…”
Qi Yan finally understood something.
"Your Majesty, are you kidding me?"
Feng Lin smiled so happily: "Besides staying with me for the rest of your life, the rest is not what you said."
Qi Yan felt slightly relieved, but an angry look appeared on his face: "Your Majesty!"
"But you just promised me that all those things will count."
Qi Yan had nothing to say for a moment. Why didn't he usually know that Feng Lin could deceive people like this
Seeing the confusion and embarrassment on his face, Feng Lin smiled even more happily, and his laughter echoed throughout the hall.
The louder the laughter, the more embarrassed and annoyed Qi Yan became. Feng Lin looked at him and hugged him into his arms.
"Don't be upset, I will keep my promise to you."
"...What did you promise?" Qi Yan asked curiously.
Feng Lin's eyes flashed slightly: "Jieyu is already pregnant with a child. If she is a prince, then she will leave the mother and keep the child. From then on, the rear palace will be a cold palace. I will never step into it."
Qi Yan was stunned. Feng Lin's words were like a sharp sword piercing his heart.
An emperor would not enter the harem for a man.
"Then if it's a princess..."
"Alas." Feng Lin sighed with pretense of regret: "If it were a princess..."
He stopped talking and Qi Yan's eyes darkened.
Feng Lin chuckled and continued: "If she is a princess, then I can only let the Fourteenth Prince inherit my throne."
The fourteenth prince, the youngest son of the late emperor, is now three years old and has been taken care of by Feng Lin.
It turned out that Feng Lin had prepared everything, but at this moment, Jie Yu, who had been sleeping with him a few months ago, was pregnant. Since Feng Lin understood his intention clearly, he was not prepared to keep the mother and son, but he couldn't bear it. The fate of living in an emperor's family, the country and the country are cut off from descendants, and his generation will not feel at ease even after his death.
But now, nothing is a problem.
Let’s talk about future matters later.
The person he held in his arms was the love of his life, and he wanted nothing more.
…
[End of Easter Egg 1 Extra]