On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

After the emperor left, the family banquet broke up.

Xuanbei was still in Zhengqing Palace at night.

The orange-red wick swayed slightly, melting the candle and dropping a line of tears.The room was silent.Yu Zijin knelt on top of the soft cushion, grabbed the brush to draw ghostly symbols, and obediently copied Xuanbei's name and taboo ten times.

Xuanbei was in a bad mood, and even Yu Zijin knew not to make trouble with him, otherwise he would definitely not write.

Dim candles illuminate half the room.

"Do you want some dinner, Wang?"

Mr. Yan was observant, remembering that Xuanbei had never eaten, so he estimated the time to ask.

Yu Zijin immediately raised her head, revealing a crumpled piece of paper with a single word crooked.

"No need."

Xuanbei refused.

Yan Zhu thought he had served Xuanbei for many years, but he didn't understand why Xuanbei lost his temper after returning from the family banquet.

He was fine just now, why did he get angry for no reason in the dead of night?

Could it be that the fighting between concubines and concubines made the emperor tired?

He vetoed again: no.

The emperor never intervened in the disputes in the harem, and his emotions were weak, and he neglected beauties for many years.If you are ruthless and don't generate resentment, why do you get bored?

The father-in-law couldn't figure it out, and quietly stared at Yu Zijin's strokes, and the words he wrote were like insects.

This little master, he didn't even understand the king's one or two, why did he just paint and paint on his own?

Could it be the Empress Dowager Ru?

Yan Zhu couldn't help thinking: Could it be that Da Wang Si and Ge Min are called again tonight?

However, Wang and Gemin were never seen getting close.

Thinking about it carefully, every year during the reunion festival, Wang always can't get excited.Today, Yu Zijin is here, and she doesn't show anything during the day, maybe it's different at night.

The heart of the emperor, the needle of the sea.The old man fumbled for a long time with his bare hands and still couldn't touch it. After deliberation, he might as well retreat quietly.

He is the most sensible, knowing that the emperor is high above, sometimes he needs to be served by the stars and the moon, and sometimes he needs to be alone and quiet.

As for Yu Zijin——

He glanced at it.

Either way.

Not something he should worry about.

Yu Zijin was not as thoughtful as the old man, he managed to write twenty characters, put down the pen contentedly, picked and picked the most favorite piece of offering a treasure.

First unfold the white paper and place it on the table in front of Xuanbei, then spread out his entire palm, "Look."

The little voice is soft and delicate, and she is here to ask for credit.

Xuanbei saw that the words were hard to see, and then saw that the hands were soft and tender, except for the light old scars, there was not even half a red mark, knowing that Yu Zijin was yelling for nothing.He stretched out his hand and rubbed it casually, full of perfunctory meaning.

Yu Zijin tilted her head and stared at him blankly, blinking her eyes, with a little doubt on her face, as if she didn't understand why Xuanbei didn't praise him, coax him, let alone hug him, just pursed his lips. language.

He was happy for a while, unhappy for a while, and after a while, he had already copied ten chapters, so why hasn't he cheered up yet?

It took Yu Zijin a long time to understand that Xuanbei was not like him, who came and went in a hurry with joy, hatred and resentment, and didn't take it to heart.

It turns out that Xuanbei and Yu Zijin are different.

Xuanbei's emotions are deeper, heavier, and longer than his

.

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Zijin threw herself forward, laying her upper body on Xuanbei's firm thigh, and turned to look at him.

Xuanbei didn't want to elaborate on him, but only sent him to play by himself.

Yu Zijin refused to leave, and guessed again: "Are you hungry? Did I finish eating the pastry?" He sometimes spoke in a manner that was not elegant enough, and he made incoherent remarks. This response was because he suspected that Xuanbei was annoyed that he was taking over the food by himself, so he got angry.

In his opinion, this is really a big event, and he should be displeased.

But Xuanbei still ignored him.

Usually Xuanbei is reticent and a bit fierce, so he will respond to him patiently, but now he is not willing to talk to him, just like when he punished him for copying that day, even Yu Zijin became unhappy.

He leaned beside Xuanbei and waved his fingers at the candlelight, then went to look at the big black shadow printed on the wall, played with himself for a while, then sneaked a glance at Xuanbei, and muttered softly: "I want to dance."

"Go by yourself." Xuanbei was a little impatient.

"But I don't know the way, it's so big here..." Yu Zijin said with a straight look, "It's so dark outside, I can't see clearly, I'm afraid of falling."

Why is it not over yet?

Xuanbei glanced at him coldly: "If you don't shut up, I'll take your head off."

"What are you doing by picking off my head?" Yu Zijin showed no fear at all, as if she was sure that Xuanbei was just trying to scare him, and said with a smile: "Then I won't be able to talk to you or dance."

Then he kept chanting again, with the momentum that Xuanbei shouldn't swear not to give up, showing his boldness ten percent.

It was inevitable that Yu Zijin was mumbling endlessly, but Xuanbei somehow made a movement, stood up and led Yu Zijin out of the Zhengqing palace, deliberately not allowing others to follow, even Yan Zhu was no exception.

Xuanbei took him to Tongque Terrace, which was built 30 years ago by the queen mother Ru for the enjoyment of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, dancing and music.Empress Dowager Hou Ru had a tire slide in Tongque Terrace for three months of her pregnancy, and she never visited this sad place again.

The Tongquetai pavilions are covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, which is sad if compared with the grand scene of the year.Fortunately, Yu Zijin didn't pick and choose, and looked at anything new, so he happily asked, "Who will play music for me?"

"It's just you and me, what should I do?" Yu Zijin's eyes were brighter than the lights, clearly wanting to instruct Xuanbei to think of an accompaniment.

Even at this time, Xuanbei can hardly refuse Yu Zijin, otherwise he is afraid that he will make trouble again.

This little thing is afraid that he will be spoiled by the heavens, no one will be afraid, he is very skinny.

Xuanbei thought absently, turned over and jumped down from the Tongque Terrace, walked towards a tree that was not dead, found a piece of grass and green leaves, picked it off, held the edge with both hands, and brought it to his mouth, then the melodious music sounded, lingering.

Yu Zijin smiled sweetly, standing on tiptoe and dancing around in a decent manner. Maybe Lingren is really good at dancing, and just putting on a posture is full of poetic charm; Different views.

At the end of the song, Yu Zijin seemed to have let go of her suffocation, her eyes were burning, and her whole body was much more energetic.

"What are you thinking about?"

He was out of breath and sat down on the ground.

"I didn't think so."

"Lie to me." Yu Zijin hummed, "Don't tell me."

On a harsh winter day, he was sweating profusely, panting, and a large white mist came out of his mouth.He breathed heavily on purpose, then stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, trying to disperse it.

Just in response to the sentence of innocence and innocence.

You know, the most unquestionable thing in the world here is the emperor's mind.

The emperor's mind can't be said, no matter the closest relatives or the most respected, he can't say it.

As the saying goes: The coast of leading scholars, could it be the king's ministers.However, the people, the people, the officials, the soldiers, and the soldiers all have their own factions, but only the king has one faction.

Don't trust others, and don't worry about it.Words and deeds can not only harm others and oneself, but also lead to the near death of those close to them.

Yu Zijin doesn't know the way of the emperor at all, he is just a young man, not to mention not deep in thought, and has no calculations in his belly.

Such a fearless and scheming son, knows nothing to be frank and worry-free.

For him, others are others.

And Xuanbei is both Xuanbei and the emperor, the two are inseparable but seem different.He was just asking out of his heart.

Xuanbei didn't want him to ask, so he casually asked, "What about your dream?"

Yu Zijin propped his chin and thought for a while, then said suddenly, "I dreamed that you went to war."

"Will you win or lose?" Xuanbei continued to talk, not caring much about the situation.

"Win, always win." Yu Zijin suddenly smiled cunningly, and asked, "Do you like riding horses?"

"You know?" Xuanbei looked at his pale face, and finally became more curious.

Ever since Yu Zijin entered the palace, he never went to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

One is the bad weather, and the other is that most of the officials in the court are civil servants, and they are dissatisfied with his promotion of military officers and the extraction of civil servants' power.Whenever the group of stubborn scholars heard that he wanted to wield guns and sticks, they would jointly sign a letter to express their uneasiness, and they all advised him to take care of his dragon body and not to take risks. In essence, they were just afraid that he would get too close to the military officer.

"I know." Yu Zijin was full of pride, reached out and grabbed his clothes and shook them, "Will you take me with you? Riding a horse."

"Want to go?"

Yu Zijin is sleepy and lazy and only loves to play, but she doesn't seem to be interested in riding horses.

"I want to go." Yu Zijin raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a smile: "You look good when you are riding a horse, and you can smile, I saw it in my dream."

He enunciated every word clearly, his voice was soft and glutinous, and his expression was extremely serious.

How should I say it?

Xuanbei didn't know what to say for a moment.

Probably like spring like wine, the affection is half intoxicating; if there is a stream of warmth, it warms the hands and feet and also warms the heart.

How could there be such ghostly people in this world?

Sweet tongue.

"really?"

Xuan Bei asked, and smiled with his lips curled up. It was rare that there was no coldness and sarcasm, and only a romantic and suave posture remained.

Yu Zijin didn't take his eyes off, staring at Xuanbei with beady eyes, not half afraid.

Those eyes are so beautiful.

Yu Zijin thought: These are really beautiful and powerful eyes, looking straight at you, as if piercing through the flesh and bones, looking deeply into the apex of people's hearts.

While thinking, he only smiled and nodded.

And the boredom in Xuanbei's heart also dissipated in his Lingling eyes.

"I'll take you on a horseback ride next time."

"Then can I have a beautiful horse?" Yu Zijin's shortcoming is that he wants to have a share of every strange and new thing he sees, greedy and fussy.

But Xuanbei is the emperor, so what can he not give?

"If you can learn to ride a horse, you will."

"Is it good to learn?"

"It's not difficult."

The two went out quietly, talking and laughing back.Yan Zhu saw that Xuanbei's face was no longer gloomy, and he didn't respond to Yu Zijin's childish words at all, so he finally felt relieved and waited for his master to go to bed with peace of mind.

The two played and played all day, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the middle of the night, Yu Zijin raised her eyelids and stared intently at Xuanbei's sleeping face.

Those eyebrows were incredibly soft.

He reached out to touch Xuanbei's thick eyebrows, then touched his high nose, and whispered in confusion: "Are you tired too?"

He has a good memory.

In the past, Kou Dan hanged himself to death, it was boring;

Immediately afterwards, the champion's father passed away suddenly due to lack of love;

Qi Qige is sober and exhausted when he is drunk, dreaming and dying;

Is Xuanbei also tired?

He was puzzled.

If Xuanbei is tired, why?

Yu Zijin didn't understand.

I'm afraid I'll never understand.

He only knows that spring is still early, and he still wants to go horseback riding with Xuanbei to fight, and he wants to see with his own eyes the smiling appearance of the energetic man in his dream.

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