It took a month to come, but it took two months to go back, which doubled the time.
Although it is also a hurry, Wen Chan is very comfortable along the way. He rides a horse when he wants to ride a horse, and rides a carriage when he wants to. When he meets the scenery of a place he likes, he can stop for a while.
Liang Yanbei was not in a hurry at all, but he responded to everyone who Wen Chan asked, even if he didn't speak, he could keenly see that the arrangements were well made.
Liang Shuhong was not in a hurry to return, and he himself rarely traveled far, so he was willing to play along.
Qiao Yanci was the only one who was uncomfortable. Ever since she was rejected by Liang Yanbei with a vague attitude that night, she became extremely awkward getting along with Liang Yanbei.
Although I didn't give up, I didn't have the courage to move forward.
In the first ten days of October, the group finally returned to the capital leisurely.
After five months, the capital is still as it is in memory, nothing has changed, except that the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming when we left, and a burst of cold air was brought when we came back, and the whole capital entered late autumn.
Wen Chan wanted to go back to the palace, and Liang Yanbei wanted to go back to the Liang family. When they parted, Liang Yanbei looked at Wen Chan deeply, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Even Liang Shuhong noticed something was wrong, "Cousin, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing." Liang Yanbei said, "I'm leaving today, I don't know when we will see you again, I hope His Royal Highness take care of yourself."
Liang Yanbei is not yet a courtier, so he is not allowed to enter the palace at will, so if he wants to see Wen Chan, he has to wait for him to come out of the palace.
But Wen Chan sneaked out of the palace for several months, the emperor must be furious and punished, how to deal with it is still unknown, what is certain is that he will not be freed in the short term.
Thinking of this, Liang Yanbei was very reluctant.
But over there, Wen Chan didn't show any reluctance, and calmly nodded to Liang Yanbei, "Thank you, you too."
This little heartless.
After bidding farewell to everyone, Wen Chan went back to the palace. Seeing that it was getting late, he quietly went back to his bedroom, thinking about going to the emperor to plead guilty tomorrow morning.
Liang Yanbei, who had been mentally prepared that he would never see Wen Chan again for a long time, did not expect to see him again the next morning after only one night.
He was invited to return to the palace early in the morning.
In the late autumn morning, there was heavy frost and dew, and the cold air was overwhelming. Liang Yanbei put on a thick black robe with red sleeves, and walked to the emperor's meeting hall in the cold wind.
From a distance, there are two people kneeling under the stone steps of the meeting hall, one in front and one behind, with their backs straight.
The white mist filled the air, Liang Yanbei narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he could see the person clearly, his heart skipped a beat.
After walking in, I saw the familiar silhouette.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wen Chan temporarily ignored his aching knees, turned his head to look, his black eyes shimmered, clearly reflecting Liang Yanbei's handsome figure.
His expression was as calm as ever, his eyes only stayed for a moment, then lowered again, his brows and eyes were closed, and he knelt obediently.
This morning he begged to see the emperor, but was rejected, so he knelt down in front of the hall consciously.
Wen Chan knew that the emperor would not punish him severely. After all, he had a special status, so at most he would give some small punishments, just for show.
The emperor was decisive in dealing with affairs, and the punishment was clear, but this was not the case with Shang Wenchan, and the reason started more than ten years ago.
It is said that Wen Chan's mother and concubine died as soon as he was born. He was weak and sickly when he was young. Once he was seriously ill and encountered a natural disaster such as "drought in the east and flood in the south". Died of illness, Xiliang will be buried with countless people who will die.
What's strange is that Xiao Wenchan's illness has dragged on for several months, and the disaster has not improved at all.
Due to public opinion, the emperor who didn't like Wen Chan had no choice but to publish the imperial list and seek medical treatment with a lot of money.
Just two days after the emperor's list was released, an old monk came to the palace to pay a visit. Without much nonsense, he directly asked to see the Ninth Prince, and the emperor sent someone to bring the dying Wen Chan.
The old monk said, "This son is plagued by many illnesses, and his fate is tied to Xiliang because of a problem with his name. If he changes his name, it will ease his bond with Xiliang."
After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and wrote the word "Zen". This is the origin of Wen Chan's name. Repeat the same mistakes.
Since that day, Wen Chan's illness has really gradually improved, and the natural disaster in Xiliang has also ended. The emperor thanked the old monk and allocated funds to repair all the temples around the capital. In each temple, there is a "Zen" "Character.
Wen Chan can live in peace and stability in the palace, enjoys the same palace as the crown prince, and is unrestrained and at ease even without his mother's side. All thanks to the old monk Tona.
Wen Chan, whose fate is tied to Xiliang, is a special existence in the imperial palace.
This time, sneaking out of the palace would be a serious crime on anyone's body, but if it was Wen Chan, maybe just kneeling like this would change the story.
But these, others do not know.
Liang Yanbei stood there watching for a while, then walked up suddenly, stopped beside Wen Chan, without saying a word, took off his robe, and put it on Wen Chan with his backhand.
Wen Chan didn't expect him to do this suddenly, he was startled, and raised his hand to take it off, "What are you doing?"
Liang Yanbei pressed down lightly, and said in a low voice, "The morning dew is heavy, you should wear thicker clothes, be careful of the cold."
Wen Chan didn't want to involve Liang Yanbei, "I'm dressed thick enough, I don't need yours."
He held Wen Chan's wrist, and because he was so close, his beautiful eyes looked straight at him, and there seemed to be inexplicable emotions hidden in it.
Liang Yan said north, "Wrap it well."
For some reason, Wen Chan suddenly couldn't say no, because Liang Yanbei seemed more determined than him.
After Liang Yanbei got up, before leaving, he did not forget to pinch Wen Chan's cheek lightly. His hand was very warm, leaving a throbbing sensation on Wen Chan's cool face.
Liang Yanbei didn't stay in the meeting hall for long, and when he came out, he brought the emperor's personal manager Li with him.
Mr. Li trotted over, and bent down to help Wen Chan himself, "Oh, Your Highness, how can you bear such a precious body, your majesty is heartbroken to see you, get up!"
Ah Fu was overjoyed and also helped.
When Wen Chan got up, he glanced at Liang Yanbei and saw that he was smiling. Knowing what he said in front of the emperor, he sighed and said, "It's nothing, I'm here to apologize."
He didn't expect Liang Yanbei to be so reckless, and he was afraid that the emperor would be involved, and Liang Yanbei, who had just made contributions, would be left out in the cold.
"Don't say that, Your Majesty invites you in." Manager Li said with a smile.
Kneeling for a while, Wen Chan's knee hurts badly. He smiled and was about to answer, but he heard Liang Yanbei say, "Director Li, how is Your Majesty in good health during the few months I have been away from Beijing?"
None of them expected that he would suddenly be concerned about the emperor's health. Director Li was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty's dragon body is very good, except for a few days of cold during the season change, everything is fine."
"Ao—" Liang Yanbei looked worried, "The cold weather of changing seasons really needs more attention. I have been away from Beijing for a few months, and I am very concerned about His Majesty's holy body. In the mountains, people in the city live by buying ginseng.”
"It is said that this kind of wild ginseng has much spiritual energy than ordinary ginseng. It can strengthen the body and cure minor ailments after more than 10 years. It can cure intractable diseases after more than 50 years. It can wash the essence and cut the marrow and regenerate the bones after more than 100 years. Rebirth."
"I happened to have a fifty-year-old root, and I will send it to His Majesty some other day to express my heart." Liang Yanbei said.
Wen Chan saw him open his eyes and talk nonsense, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he was not panting. He felt inexplicably funny. There is no such thing as wild ginseng.
Sure enough, Mr. Li was coaxed into a daze, and when he heard that Liang Yanbei wanted to get ginseng, he showed a clear expression on his face.
He has been with the emperor for decades, and he has long been used to seeing officials who deliver things to the emperor in various ways, so he took it easy and said, "Mr.
"Thank you, Manager Li." Liang Yanbei responded, and turned his eyes to Wen Chan, "His Highness Ninth looks weak, so I will give His Highness another tree some other day."
"Thank you, Mr. Liang." Wen Chan didn't say no more this time, and accepted it generously.
"Since that's the case, I will take my leave first." Liang Yanbei saluted Wen Chan, bid farewell to Mr. Li, and then turned and left.
After watching Liang Yanbei go far away, Manager Li reminded Wen Chan again.
After some procrastination by Liang Yanbei, Wen Chan's legs were no longer so painful, and the robe on his body slipped down as soon as he walked, and when he hurriedly supported him, he remembered that Liang Yanbei's robe had not been returned to him.
There was warmth and Liang Yanbei's breath on the robe, lingering with Wen Chan, which made him feel extremely warm.
Pay it back next time we meet. he thinks.
Entering the meeting hall, although the inside of the hall is not as cold as the outside, it is also a bit freezing. Late autumn is an embarrassing time. If you turn on the stove, you will feel hot again. Why don't you burn it, this empty hall is full of cold air.
Wen Chan took off his outer robe and walked to the inner hall. When he saw the emperor who was reviewing the memorial at the desk, he knelt down and saluted, "I pay my respects to my father."
The emperor felt quite a headache when he saw him. He felt that the man in front of him was not his son, but a living god, who had to make sacrifices every day.
"Get up." The emperor's flat voice came, "Have you encountered anything interesting in the past few months?"
Wen Chan thought that there was no need to hide these trivial matters in front of his father, so he said honestly, "It is indeed much more interesting than being in the palace."
The emperor remained calm, thought for a while, and said, "Lao Jiu, you don't want to study, you don't want to practice martial arts, and there is no one in the palace to accompany you. , better than living alone."
Suddenly being so considerate, Wen Chan was a little horrified, and hurriedly said, "Father, I have no intention of looking for the imperial concubine."
"You are not young anymore, it's time to start a family." The emperor said, "After you have a concubine, I will make you a prince and give you a house in the capital, which is better than being alone in the palace."
Not too young? He is only sixteen! Concubine Na was also twenty-seven years old in her previous life, why is it eleven years earlier in this life
"The prince hasn't accepted his concubine yet, how dare the minister go beyond the rules?" Wen Chan pulled the prince out to block the arrow.
Who knew the emperor said, "That's right, then I will also give him a concubine, and I will be more happy?"
When Wen Chan heard that it was worth it, he dragged the prince into the water, and knelt down in a panic, "The gift from the father and the emperor, the sons and ministers are not blessed to accept it."
The emperor seemed to expect that he would refuse, and then said, "Since you don't want to marry a concubine, then I will send you to Ningxing Academy in the capital to study, are you willing?"
As soon as Wen Chan heard it, he knew that he had to choose between these two, and he chose the latter decisively.
He hurriedly said, "Thank you, Father, my son will definitely reform himself and study hard."