Beyond Gold and Jade [Rebirth]

There was silence in the carriage, and the two men looked at each other awkwardly.

After a long time, Mo Huaixuan said: "There is a saying, I don't know if I should say it or not."

Gu Chen put down his cup, closed his eyes, and snorted lightly: "Why should Zifeng put on an air, just say what you have to say."

Mo Huaixuan thought about it for a while before he said: "If you think about it carefully, Your Majesty has actually taken advantage of the sky. Just imagine, His Royal Highness is the same age as Ye Chongjin, and their birthdays are only one month apart. If he had taken advantage of it back then, It is the body of His Highness the Sixth Prince, what will happen now, let alone His Majesty's determination, just for Mr. Song, it is a difficulty."

Gu Chen still closed his eyes, and let out a soft hum from the depths of his throat.

It is more than a difficulty, I am afraid it is an insurmountable natural moat.

Mo Huaixuan continued: "Now even God is protecting His Highness. Mr. Song was born in the Ye family, which not only broke Ye Hengzhi's mind, but also broke Mr. Song's own delusions. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

Gu Chen thought it was true at first, but when he listened, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and asked, "What do you mean by A Li's delusions?"

Mo Huaixuan pretended to be hesitant and said: "Could it be that Your Majesty didn't realize that Mr. Song in his previous life cared about Ye Hengzhi very much, and treated him very differently from others."

Gu Chen finally opened his eyes, a pair of deep black pupils stared straight at Mo Huaixuan, his teeth hurt from biting, "Speak clearly."

"Your Majesty should know that every March, when the catkins are flying, there will be a literary and ink poetry meeting held by the Mingyue Lake. Most of the literati and students in Beijing and China will participate, and even some very famous old gentlemen will show up on this day. The former emperor I left early, Ye Hengzhi has not yet entered an official position, he is still a Suyi student, so he will also participate."

"What does this have to do with Ah Li?"

Mo Huaixuan eloquently said: "There was a poetry meeting in one year, which seemed to be the first year of Huanyuan, and it was the poetry meeting in which Ye Hengzhi completed the poem in seven steps and wrote the famous "Spring Fu". , but he can’t compare to him in learning, that time, he still ranked second, the minister was idle and bored, and glanced down the stage, unexpectedly, he happened to see Mr. Song standing in the crowd."

Gu Chen's fists under his sleeves were tightly clenched, but his face didn't show anything, "So what, Ah Li always likes to join in the fun, or maybe he happened to pass by."

"This is natural, but Mr. Song's appearance is so outstanding that it is difficult for people to ignore it. The minister unconsciously took another look, and he was focusing on Ye Hengzhi who was swaying the ink on the stage. The look in his eyes, what should I do?" Say..."

He paused for a while, deliberately exaggerated, and said: "Your Majesty also knows that Mr. Song has always been arrogant, and he doesn't pay attention to anyone. It seems that everything in his eyes is contemptible. Suddenly he showed such a longing look. I should have admitted the wrong person."

Gu Chen interrupted him coldly: "Enough."

Seeing his gloomy face, Mo Huaixuan's choked breath just now eased, and he stopped with a chuckle.

Gu Chen pursed his thin lips tightly, and whispered out a sentence: "You'er has also reached the age of marrying a concubine."

Mo Huaixuan choked.

"The first emperor's decree was to adopt You'er to Emperor Cheng's uncle. King Cheng just happened to have no heirs, and he had to rely on You'er for his huge family fortune. Come to think of it, King Cheng and Princess Wang would definitely choose a virtuous wife for him, and for Yu'er's sake." My son manages the family business and carries on the family line, Mo Qing, this is..."

Mo Huaixuan had already lifted the curtain of the car and jumped off the carriage.

"I have something urgent to do, please leave first."

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Funing Courtyard.

Ye Chongjin walked to the window with bare feet, closed the huanghuali wooden window, pressed his back against the cold wall, opened his thin clothes with one hand, and glanced at the tender white skin on his chest, which was touched by Gu Chen before. There is still a temperature that seems to have been burned by the fire.

He bit his lip, stretched out his slightly trembling green onion-like fingertips, and wanted to caress the red cherry on his chest, but before he touched it, he flicked away as if scalded by hot water, and quickly tied his belt.

It's crazy to be led by the nose by him.

Ye Chongjin blushed, and his chest was filled with a strange heat, which made him unable to calm down and think.

Strolling to the table, he took out the pen and ink that was always in the room, and silently copied the Buddhist scriptures.Hope that by this method, escape from that madness.

Ye Chonghui pushed the door open and entered, and saw the young man writing at the desk, wearing only a thin layer of cloud brocade shirt, which could not cover his snow-white body, his thin back was slightly curved, bent into a graceful bow, and he was stepping on the felt with bare feet , the toes rubbed playfully, making people want to hold it in their hands, or even hold it in their arms.

Complexity flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it very quickly, and in an instant, he became a loving brother again.

He calmly picked up the shoes and socks by the table, knelt down, put them on for him, and said, "Why do you wear so little, and you are still barefoot, so you are not afraid of catching cold."

"Brother, the sun is shining on people outside, how can it be so easy to catch cold."

Ye Chonghui said: "It's always bad to be greedy for coolness."

Seeing his younger brother blinking at him, showing a clever, flattering smile, his chest froze, and he couldn't think about it anymore.

One day, this kind of smile and this kind of intimacy will no longer belong to him, but to another person. This kind of thought makes Ye Chonghui's face turn cold suddenly.

Ye Chongjin paused his wrist while waving the pen, and asked, "Did brother encounter something unhappy?"

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, he put down the penholder in his hand and said, "Speaking of which, my brother hasn't come to see Ah Jin for several days. The Hanlin Academy is very busy?"

"It's nothing serious."

Ye Chongjin leaned in front of him, as if judging the truth of his words, Ye Chonghui lowered his eyebrows and let him look at him.

Suddenly, his eyes froze. Below the young man's slender and white neck, because of his movements, his collar was inadvertently opened slightly, and there was an eye-catching bite mark on the delicate collarbone with the unique sexiness of a young man.

He grabbed Ye Chongjin's slender wrist suddenly, and stared at his collarbone in the boy's surprised eyes.

Ye Chongjin noticed it, lowered her eyes, and followed his gaze.

On the almost transparent snow-like skin, there is a gorgeous red plum blossom, which is gorgeous and absurd.

At least, in his brother's opinion, such a thing must be absurd.

Even though he was always eloquent, he didn't know how to quibble for a while, so he frowned slightly and said, "Brother, you hurt me."

Ye Chonghui didn't let him go, still holding his wrist tightly, his voice was cold: "Your Majesty did it?"

Isn't this obvious, except for the ninety-five-year-old, who would dare to touch a hair of his younger brother.

Ye Chongjin was a little embarrassed, not because he was taken advantage of by Gu Chen and left marks on his body, but because his brother's eyes were as cold as snow water, revealing a clean and pure sense of scrutiny, which made him feel ashamed.

It's clearly not an unforgivable crime, but being looked at by him like this makes people feel ashamed.

His eyelashes trembled, and he muttered softly: "Brother, let me go first."

After struggling, Ye Chonghui's strength was much stronger than it looked, his wrists seemed to be locked in shackles, and he couldn't break free at all. His brother's eyes flashed with a strange look.

Ye Chongjin bit her lip, and said bluntly: "It's him, it's him, who else could it be but him, it's all just a bite, why should my brother embarrass me."

Ye Chonghui asked: "What else did he do to you?"

"..."

Ye Chongjin was taken aback for a moment, then turned his eyes away, thinking that they are all men, and his brother is not young, so he has nothing to hide, so he said: "He even kissed me."

After finishing speaking, he stroked his upper lip with his free hand. The porcelain white fingertips with light pink lightly touched the cherry lips. The feeling of being gently sucked by that person seemed to still remain on his lips.

He pouted his lips and said: "It still hurts, brother, check for me, is it red or swollen?"

The moist lips were like early red cherries, full and gorgeous, and the veins on Ye Chonghui's forehead were throbbing. He closed his eyes and let him go.

Ye Chongjin knew early on that he couldn't stand it. Ye Hengzhi, who is pure-hearted and ascetic, even considers lust dirty. Now in the eyes of his brother, he is probably the kind of shameless.

He was a little displeased, rubbing his slender wrists that were pinched red, and deliberately teased: "They are all men, so there is no need to abide by the defense of men and women. If my brother wants to sue his parents, he can go directly. After all, I used to have no less Sue you, you finally have a chance to get it back."

Ye Chonghui gritted his teeth and said, "Complain? So that father can punish you to kneel down in the ancestral hall?"

"If you can tell brother to relieve his anger, why not kneel down."

Ye Chongjin purposely leaned in front of him, with an arrogant and arrogant smile on his face, and said: "Besides, if father really wants to punish me, brother will be the one who will feel sorry for him first."

Ye Chonghui stared at him for a while, the young man in front of him looked like a proud cat, scratched someone hard, then licked his paw, putting on an innocent and arrogant attitude, no one could do anything against him.

Lightly averting his gaze, he said: "That's right, if you do what you want, I'm not willing to do so, if you don't do what you want, you're unhappy, and in the end it's me who feels sorry for you. In the end, I have nothing to do with you."

"elder brother……"

Ye Chonghui returned to his indifferent appearance, straightened the front of his chest for him, and whispered: "Don't let others see."

After saying that, she took a deep look at him, turned and left.

Ye Chongjin looked at the closed door thoughtfully. He walked to the window and opened a carved wooden window, just in time to see Ye Chonghui leaving.

The green bamboos in the courtyard make him more elegant and elegant like an ink painting.

Be it the past life or the present life, to him, his elder brother is an iceberg, an existence that cannot be desecrated.

But he, in Ye Chonghui's eyes, probably never was a good person.

After tearing away Ye Chongjin's disguise, the real him will probably make Ye Chonghui feel disgusted and disgusted, and he doesn't want to take another look at him.

After all, Song Li was originally an ordinary person.

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In the first year of Huanyuan, in the third month of Yangchun, Song Li was invited by someone to go to the so-called Wenmo Poetry Club. He was already tired of these poems and essays that hurt the spring and autumn, and moaned without illness, but because of the fact that the person honored a icy heart and jade pot Come on, reluctantly go to join in the fun.

The grand occasion of that day was not much worse than the lively temple fair. More than a dozen permanent guards protected him among the crowd. The tall human wall prevented him from seeing clearly the scene on the stage.

People around were talking excitedly, saying that many famous officials came here from Jiangnan and Jinzhou, just to see Mr. Hengzhi's demeanor.

Ye Hengzhi, he had heard of, Ye Xiang's son, was very noble, and he didn't even bother to take part in the scientific examination.

He sneered, the Ye family is naturally more arrogant than others.

This kind of poetry meeting is nothing more than writing poetry.

The title is based on paintings, couplets, or single characters. Qu Lao, a hermit from the south of the Yangtze River, brought a painting. It was a very simple painting. Under the imprint of the grass, a tender grass sprouted at the beginning.

It was such a painting that made many talented scholars feel frustrated, because Qu Lao shook his head repeatedly to express his dissatisfaction.

When he was bored, he heard an elegant voice from the stage, saying: "The late Ye Hengzhi is willing to give it a try."

With so many people, they should have been unable to hear them, but the moment that person appeared, almost everyone consciously shut up and held their breath, so that Song Li could hear clearly, even a trace of laziness in that sentence , I heard it all in my ears.

Song Li somewhat raised his interest.

After finishing the painting, the person on the stage only walked a few steps in deep thought, then went to the table and picked up his pen.

The guards around him looked surprised and said, "I only took seven steps, but I already have the answer."

Song Li asked: "What did you write?"

Every time Ye Chonghui writes a sentence, someone will use a seven-foot-high wolf hair to write it on a huge rice paper, and then hang it on a high place so that people behind can see it clearly.

The guard next to him read it to him sentence by sentence, and Song Li laughed after hearing it.

What "Chun Fu" seems to sing about the vitality of spring and prosperity in the prosperous age, but in fact, it insinuates that Emperor Huanyuan was cruel and cold-blooded, and killed brothers and sisters.

As everyone knows, such a person is the most short-lived.

Standing on tiptoe, he looked up to the stage, a little curious as to what the rumored Banished Immortal looked like. After all, there were too many people, so he had no choice but to stop, saying: "I've seen the excitement, let's go back to the palace."

What he didn't know was that he was looking around in the crowd, his appearance was peerless, his fair cheeks were dyed crimson, the hair on his forehead was wet with thin sweat, his bones were curled up, and his eyes were shining brightly. Two pairs of eyes.

One was Mo Huaixuan who was watching coldly.The other person is the object he wants to spy on.

Song Li originally thought that this matter was over.

If others wrote poems to satirize the emperor, they would naturally copy the family and punish the nine clans, but this person is the son of the Ye family, and the situation in the court is unstable. Any emperor who dares to touch the Ye family rashly, can only be punished and reprimanded. .

But he underestimated Gu Chen, that person has such a reckless temper.

He hated the sour and rotten atmosphere in the court that emphasized civility over martial arts, and had long wanted to rectify it. When he got the chance, he wanted to take Ye Chonghui into surgery.

More than half a month has passed since the Wenmo Poetry Fair, and under the guise of appreciating it, Gu Chen obtained the authentic works from the Poetry Fair, and the culprit was naturally also kneeling in the hall.

At this moment, it was the first time that Song Li met the talented young master Heng Zhi.

He looked more handsome than the rumors, but also more indifferent, especially when seeing him appear, the coldness in his eyes was even more astonishing.

Song Li only laughed to himself, he also knew that he had a bad reputation, and people outside were scolding him, but a stranger who didn't know him would be depressed if he didn't like him so much.

Gu Chen asked him: "What do you think of this poem, Ah Li?"

He glanced at the man kneeling in the hall, and said to himself, how about this poem, you don't know?I wanted to have an attack, so I came to ask me.

Convenience said: "The handwriting is good."

"What's the best way?"

Song Li replied: "Like the catkins floating in the March sky, it has form and spirit, but it is difficult to describe its roots. It is a handwriting that no one else can imitate. It is very interesting."

Gu Chen listened, smiled meaningfully, and echoed: "It's really interesting."

So people took the painting away, and the matter was left alone.

He pretended to be stupid and saved Ye Chonghui once.

But that person didn't seem to appreciate it, and when he saw him in the future, he still treated him coldly.

He also doesn't expect the other party to reciprocate his kindness. The traitor and the Qingliu are two people. If the other party is grateful, it will be even more difficult for him.

But now, he has become his elder brother, and the relationship he has had for so many years is not to say that it is not deep.

Ye Chongjin was lying in front of the window, lost in thought. He was not afraid of gossip, and he was used to being regarded as a traitor. He didn't really care about the eyes of others.

He just didn't want his brother to hate him.