Wen Chan remembered that he hadn't been so close to Liang Yanbei for a long, long time.
He was so close that when he turned his head, his eyes were completely filled by Liang Yanbei's handsome profile, and there was no room for anything else.
A rush of enthusiasm rushed straight to the top of my head, and my whole body became agitated.
Liang Yanbei's eyes were heavy, and he quickly let go of Wen Chan's arm, snapped off the button of his cloak, and threw it on the ground casually.
It is the same as the picture buried deep in Wen Chan's memory. Liang Yanbei is wearing a silver cotton gown today. The long sleeves and the hem of the gown are decorated with snow-white fur. Liang Yanbei suddenly became spotless, as clear as the moon.
After he removed the cloak that hindered his movement, his eyes froze, and his figure quickly rushed towards the assassin!
The assassin obviously didn't expect that he would come out halfway, and hastily raised his knife to fight. He only felt a silver light flash in front of his eyes, and a huge impact came from his chest, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body was hit by this brutal force. Take a few steps back.
Wen Chan's kick only made the assassin stagger, but Liang Yanbei's kick in the chest made him back away.
The assassin looked at Liang Yanbei, and his masked eyes widened suddenly, as if he had been greatly stimulated. He only got one kick, and immediately knew that he couldn't beat the person who jumped out in front of him, so She retracted the blade, turned around and stood up lightly, and her figure disappeared into the darkness.
Liang Yanbei saw that the assassin had escaped, but he didn't seem to want to chase him. He turned his head and looked lightly at Wen Chan who was standing not far away.
The young Liang Yanbei had a unique nickname - "Jade Faced Boy". At this time, he was still a dandy young master, his eyebrows and eyes, which had not been honed by the war, were still clear and open, and his smile was enchanting, which was fascinating.
Wen Chan felt that his eyes were attracted, unable to move or turn away.
He especially likes to stare at Liang Yanbei, and finds his every move pleasing to the eye. If he is not too jealous, he would like to stick his eyes to Liang Yanbei's body all day long.
Liang Yanbei didn't know what Wen Chan was thinking, so he stepped up and walked towards him. On the way, he picked up the cloak he had just thrown on the ground, shook the dust and hung it on the crook of his arm.
"Your Highness Ninth Prince, are you injured?" Liang Yanbei looked Wen Chan over carefully. Although he didn't see any obvious trauma, he still asked.
These words brought back Wen Chan's consciousness, he blinked, looked away, and looked away, "Thank you, I'm fine."
"Unexpectedly, there is an assassin hidden in the palace, and we need to report this matter to the emperor." Liang Yanbei knew the seriousness of the matter, and planned to take Wen Chan to find the emperor.
"No." However, Wen Chan stopped him aloud.
Liang Yanbei raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "Why not?"
No one else knew about it, but Wen Chan knew that this year's banquet was held very smoothly, and there was no assassination incident at all, which meant that the assassin came into the palace not to assassinate anyone at all.
Although Wen Chan didn't know the reason why the assassin suddenly drew his sword to kill, but since he escaped, he couldn't make any trouble, and it was even very likely that he fled the palace in a hurry because he was discovered.
But if the assassin's matter is reported to the emperor, it will definitely cause turmoil, and the annual banquet will be ruined. Changing what happened originally may lead to a series of unknown consequences, and may even affect the promotion of the Liang family.
Comparing the two is worthless.
Wen Chan didn't know how to explain it to Liang Yanbei, he frowned slightly and thought for a while before saying, "Just listen to what I say."
I really couldn't think of a reasonable reason, so I used my identity to suppress it.
A little surprise appeared in Liang Yanbei's beautiful eyes, and then he smiled at him, "Okay, what Your Highness says is what it is."
This is Liang Yanbei's signature smile, he can smile at everyone like an old friend, Wen Chan raised his eyelids to look at him, and blurted out his farewell.
This time, Liang Yanbei did not stop him, but watched Wen Chan take a few steps, and said slowly, "Your Highness Ninth, are you not looking for what you lost?"
Hearing this, Wen Chan, who thought the trip was in vain, turned his head abruptly, and saw Liang Yanbei standing there leisurely, with a golden tasseled jade plaque on the tip of his right finger, twirling slightly.
"It turned out to be picked up by you." Wen Chan was a little surprised, recalling the appearance of the maid crying and yelling for injustice just now, she suddenly felt a little guilty—not only did he wrong him, but he also frightened her into a faint.
"Your Highness walked too fast before, and I really couldn't find a chance to return it." Liang Yanbei walked slowly, with the jade plaque dangling at his fingertips.
"You came here with me?" Wen Chan asked.
"Yeah, I've been staring at His Highness for a long time." He is much taller than Wen Chan, and after approaching, he lowered his head slightly to meet Wen Chan's eyes, "I always feel that I have met Your Highness..."
Wen Chan's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, he took the jade token in a panic, and hurriedly looked away, "I... I have lived in the capital since I was a child, and I have never been to other places."
Liang Yanbei grew up in Jinling, and he grew up in the capital thousands of miles apart, so it is impossible for them to meet each other.
The intersection of previous lives was only after Liang Yanbei came to the capital, so at this time he said that Wen Chan was familiar, which simply did not exist.
Wen Chan took back the jade token, put it in his sleeves quickly, turned around and left, paused after walking a few steps, turned his head and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Seeing his back getting farther and farther away, Liang Yanbei's mouth curled into an inexplicable smile.
After Wen Chan went back, the emperor was drinking happily and didn't notice him leaving for a short time, but he was very anxious about Ah Fu.
After he was seated, he first sent Qin Qi Shu Hua to go around the forest to see if there were any strange people. Although he knew that the assassin would not make trouble in the palace tonight, he was not at ease about him.
Qinqi, calligraphy and painting were ordered to come back and tell Wen Chan that no one had noticed, and even the maid who fainted on the ground before was not mentioned by them.
After listening to the reports of the two, Wen Chan nodded calmly, and continued to look at the New Year banquet in front of him.
At this time, it was time to present gifts. The eunuch took the list, mentioned the names one by one, and read the annual gifts given by the ministers to the emperor.
Wen Chan's eyes suddenly became enthusiastic, and his hands hidden under the table were clenched slightly, as if he was expecting something.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Liang has a flute solo for His Majesty." The eunuch's voice came.
The emperor readily agreed, "Xuan, let me have a look."
"Xuanliang Yanbei—" the eunuch sang loudly.
Wen Chan heard his own heartbeat, and it was superimposed one after another, faster and clearer, his eyes turned to the open space in the center, and he saw the silver robe coming out of the crowd and walking slowly .
Liang Yanbei's eyes seemed to be born with a smile that was not a smile. He took a flute, walked under the emperor, and first saluted, "May my emperor get rid of the old and welcome the new, and the holy body is in good health."
The emperor smiled all over his face, "Come and play a song for me to listen to."
"Yes." The flute twirled between his fingers, and Liang Yanbei gently pressed it to his lips, and a faint sound slipped out immediately.
I don't know how long it has been since I heard Liang Yanbei's flute again.
After so many years, Wen Chan thought that he had lost his memory of the young man he met at the annual banquet for the first time, but he didn't want that when this scene reappeared, he could still find the same actions and voices in his memory as before.
Ever since he fell in love with Liang Yanbei in his previous life, he began to collect all kinds of flutes. After becoming the emperor, he intensified his efforts, collecting all the precious flutes from Xiliang and hiding them in his bedroom.
But after Liang Yanbei married his wife, Wen Chan didn't hear his flute for several years, and the last time he heard it was when he was about to die.
The lingering flute sound came faintly, lingering in the Nanling Garden, ethereal and melodious, touching, Wen Chan couldn't help his nose sore, and his eyes were wet.
Fearing that he would lose his composure, he hastily lowered his eyes to cover up the tears that were about to burst out, until the end of the song, he didn't dare to raise his eyes again.
To him, Liang Yanbei was an addictive drug, he couldn't touch it, he couldn't touch it, because it was too deadly.
Throughout the following night, Wen Chan was in a trance, his thoughts drifted far, far away, which was out of tune with the lively New Year banquet.