On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

"The family has no heirs, only three brothers and sisters depend on each other for life."

In Xiangfu's study.Yu Qing'an sat upright, with a dignified expression, and said: "Eldest brother is like a father. Zijin used to not communicate with people often, but recently he has become more lively, and I am very grateful to him, but I dare to hope that the king will keep him here, and never take him to the palace again. middle."

Xuanbei took a shallow sip of tea, with no joy or anger on his face.

"Yu Zijin, he should go to school at his age, but his temperament is too sticky. After all, he has too little experience. If he has a strategy, he can help the king, but I heard that he eats, drinks, plays and sleeps every day, and has not learned a word. One sentence." Yu Qing'an did not panic, and slowly distinguished the good from the bad, "For your majesty, government affairs are the most important thing, and you should not be distracted."

A short smile overflowed Xuanbei's lips, "Yu Xiang thinks that loneliness is addicted to beauty?"

The coldness in the smile caused Yu Qing'an to shudder secretly, but he didn't let go, he still said: "I don't dare. It's just that the palace rules are cumbersome and easy to cause trouble; secondly, Zijin is active and playful, and I don't have enough composure. Dare to trouble the king to teach himself."

"Yu Xiang doesn't need to make detours. In my opinion, firstly, you are afraid that he will be included in the harem and stir up women's disputes, leaving no bones left; secondly, you should prevent orphans from only loving beauties and forgetting Jiangshan." Xuanbei glanced at him coolly.

Yu Qing'an lowered her eyelashes, and replied: "Since the king knows that the minister is worried, I hope to approve it."

Xuanbei put down the teacup in his hand, making a ping bang sound, splashing a little yellow water.

"You are a good brother and a courtier."

These words always sounded sneering, Yu Qing'an's eyelids trembled slightly, and suppressed the bitterness: "One day is a minister, and the rest is a minister. I am a brother and a minister. Please have a clear conscience. If you offend the king, please punish me." .”

As he said, he made a gesture to get up and lift his clothes and kneel down.

"No need to kneel." Xuanbei stopped in time.

"Then Your Majesty agrees?" Yu Qing'an asked.

"Now you are very similar to the old officials in the court." Xuanbei squinted his eyes, and his dark eyes were like precious pearls, shining with a faint light.He sneered, "Don't you want to learn from Brother Ming to force the orphan to submit?"

Ming Gewen, worthy of the name, is the number one corrupt official.Yesterday, I was dissatisfied with the emperor leaving the palace without permission to visit the barracks in the outskirts of the city. Today, I protested against the neglect of calligraphy, so that some words are not good enough. Tomorrow, I will propose to hold the Shengguo Sacrifice.He is the first proponent of the decadent theory. He is not afraid of beheading his head by nature. When he is old, he often uses the method of being unable to kneel down to anger others.

Xuanbei respected him, but also hated him.

"I don't dare." Yu Qing'an denied, "I am a minister for a day, and I will be a minister for the rest of my life. How can I force you? The minister is just a heart. It has been like this every day for nearly ten years from the past to the present." Not much downside.

Xuanbei remained silent, and the room fell into silence, only the fragrance of tea swayed quietly between the four walls for a long time.

Xuanbei was a little displeased.

It is common for him to disagree with Yu Qing'an, after all, he pays attention to once and for all, and sometimes he would rather be ruthless.Not so Yu Qingan.Yu Qing'an has her own opinions, even in the face of coercion, she is stubborn to the end, stubborn like an iron bull that cannot be pulled back.

But this was the first time that Yu Qing'an mentioned the past, with such a strong tone, as if secretly reminding Xuanbei that he, Yu Qing'an, would not be able to help him along the way, and this old love cannot be replaced.Therefore, Yu Qing'an's stubborn opinion is different from Ming Gewen's. He is determined from the bottom of his heart that no matter what, he will not lose his head.

As the supreme position, Xuanbei is a courtier who bothers others to respect him and easily dislikes arrogance and excess.If Yu Qing'an hadn't been loyal, he wouldn't have treated him so favorably.It's just that now Yu Qing'an is also reaching out to interfere in private affairs, which inevitably arouses Xuanbei's repulsion.

Xuanbei didn't want to argue with Yu Qing'an, so as not to bring back memories of the past, so he said: "You and I are neither Yu Zijin, whether to go or stay, you should ask him."

Having said that, it is hard to force.Yu Qing'an sat back in his seat without saying a word, thinking that it really wouldn't work.

He didn't know what position Yu Zijin was in Xuanbei's place, nor what Xuanbei's plan was.

There are few beauties in the Xuanbei harem, and they have not been drafted into the palace for three years on the grounds of filial piety, and nearly ten of them are all women.Xuanbei's good manliness is unheard of.

Did Xuan Beiquan regard Yu Zijin as a brother?

It is not impossible to say.The brotherhood of Xuanbei is weak, the prince is still in confinement, Gemin is dead, leaving the faction of Gushala and Dalu, and the tenth prince is far away in the fief, never close to anyone, patronizing the safety of the two brothers.

But the brotherhood will be carried around every step of the day, so close?

It may not be that Yu Qing'an can't figure it out, or she doesn't want to figure it out.

All he knew was that he might not be able to keep Yu Zijin this time.

Although Yu Zijin and him are half-brothers, they were also not loved by their father since they were young. One is like a wild monkey climbing around, stealing food and playing in mud, and the other is reciting poems and books under the discipline of his mother. His temperament is very different. , Naturally not affectionate.

Yu Qingan thought it was just a matter of trying.

Gotta try.

After a stick of incense, Yu Zijin opened the door like a gust of wind and rushed in.In a random manner, without closing the door or glancing at Yu Qing'an, she went to Xuan Bei's side.

He seemed to be thinking about something else, he probed Xuanbei's complexion, and looked at Yu Qing'an with vigilant eyes, wondering whether Yu Qing'an would steal away his food and drink in a short while.

"Your elder brother wants to keep you in the prime minister's mansion, you make up your own mind." Xuanbei said, but his tone did not sound like a sincere inquiry.

Yu Zijin shook his head again and again.

"Zijin." Yu Qing'an struggled to look away from Xuanbei's clearly softened face, and said shyly, "You will be fifteen years later, and you will be a weak crown in five years, whether you are in literature, military or business. , at this age, you should study hard and stop playing around all day long."

Seeing Yu Qing'an's solemn expression, Yu Zijin shook her head more cheerfully, "I don't want to learn things. My mother has left, and I'm not here."

Yu Qing'an frowned, he didn't spend much time with children, so he wouldn't be able to coax children, and wanted to come up with another set of reasons to persuade Yu Zijin, but Xuan Bei stopped him.

"Since he refuses, that's all." Xuanbei said casually, "It's hard for him to do anything with his temperament, so why should Prime Minister Yu force it?"

Yu Qing'an was full of disapproval, "The king's words are wrong! He is already—"

"It's time to return to the palace." Xuanbei cut off his words coldly, stood up and patted his clothes.

Seeing the two of them disappearing from his eyes as if sticking together into one whole person, Yu Qing'an couldn't help but raise his voice again: "Is Your Majesty really unwilling to keep him?"

Xuanbei didn't look back, "Isn't it because he doesn't want to stay?"

That's the thing.Xuanbei and Yu Zijin, two people, not only one is holding on to the other, it seems that the other has no intention of struggling, even if they are happy, they are unwilling to let go.

Yu Qing'an suddenly trembled in the joy of spring, and said in a low voice: "But——"

"Yu Xiang!" Xuanbei bit his words, exuding an aura of power without anger.He seemed to be standing on a high sky looking down, and said in such a high tone meaningfully: "I know that you have good intentions, but not everything is a fan of the authorities. I am afraid that sometimes bystanders who think they are self-righteous will make mistakes with good intentions. You have always been smart, and it is not your fault that you were mistaken by your cleverness."

Even Yu Zijin vaguely sensed that these words were a bit serious, probably lighter and less affectionate than the word 'you get lost'.He sneakily turned his head to look, and saw Yu Qing'an's face turned from red to white, as if stripped naked, with two parts of shame, one part of grievance, and another part of humiliation of not being trusted.

Yu Zijin followed Xuanbei out of the door, and sent the king off with a clear voice.

He suddenly couldn't understand why there are always people in the world who are troubled by love and complain bitterly.From Xi Le and Guifei, Dong Sheng, General Du Ming to Qi Qige and Yu Qing'an, everyone is like this without exception.

Does this happen when people get older?

This question was like a star slipping across the sky, his heart was no more than that of his own mother, Kou Dan, and he left it behind.

Yu Zijin took out the bulging letters and fiddled with them, separating them one by one and putting them together again.If Xuanbei didn't ask him first, he kept silent and weighed it playfully.

Xuanbei didn't ask.

It was rare for Yu Zijin to be quiet all the way today, eating and drinking with his butt on the stool, his appearance of not saying a word made the old man who hadn't seen him think that he was frightened by the battlefield and was much more honest.

When night fell, Xuanbei returned to life in the palace again, half-opening his eyes to see the accumulation of important events in his heart, and took up a pen to write rough characters one by one, each stroke full of vigor.

Yu Zijin spread out the letter on the ground, looking at it in a dazed way, as if fooling people into understanding the deep meaning in it.

Yan Zhu looked at the great ancestor and the little master, thinking that his old bones were out of place in this atmosphere, and he left without a sound like a shadow.

Yu Zijin No. 20 was caught when he looked up at Xuanbei three times. He blinked his eyelids once and for all, and his eyes seemed to say: Are you going to call me?not called?No, you talk to me quickly!

Xuanbei now understood that Yu Zijin's silence was not just a simple silence, it was not a bluff, it was a very important thing.

That was him stretching out his hands and feet cautiously to test the edge, he was asking: Are you going to keep me?Where's my pastry?Are you going to give them to my brother?

"Come here." Xuanbei waved to him.

Yu Zijin passed by like a swipe, as if she had been prepared long ago, and her body, which was as soft as a cloud, also passed by, without any shyness.

Xuanbei hugged him on his firm legs, and the two sat facing each other, and then melted his anxiety with his warm embrace.

"What are you hugging me for?" Yu Zijin asked, his tone brisk, like a fox's big tail raised.

"Don't you want me to hug you?" Xuan Bei leaned his chin on his shoulder.

In the past six months, Yu Zijin has never had to worry about eating and drinking, and her bones are gradually growing.

Xuanbei thought that maybe he would take the time to hug him, but if Yu Zijin kept jumping up in the future, it would not be very decent to hug him.

"How do you know?" Yu Zijin hummed and asked him.

"I see." Xuan Bei perfunctory him, but it was indeed obvious at a glance.

"Why don't you ask me what I'm doing?" Yu Zijin pinched him dissatisfied, "You never asked me."

Xuanbei had already seen him playing with the letter paper over and over again, and was still waiting for him to take the initiative to say it.I don't want Yu Zijin, who has always been chattering and talking about the world, to hold back and wait for him to ask.

Probably Yu Zijin had planned: You talk to me first to prove that my pastries are still mine, and then I will tell you about me.Otherwise I just refuse to tell you.

This is a smart ghost and a little baby.

Xuanbei smiled lowly and asked, "Then what are you doing?"

Yu Zijin felt more at ease now, her brows and eyes curled up happily, she broke away from Xuanbei's arms, hurriedly picked up the letter on the ground and stuffed it in his hand, then sat on his lap with her buttocks twisted, and pointed airily. Letter: "Read this to me, I can't see it."

How proud it is.

Xuanbei laughed, pushed away the cumbersome scrolls, and took out a stack of folded letter paper from the yellowed white envelope, on which was written a love poem, signed He Yuejun.

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_Am I old?

Why do I rather like this kind of light daily relationship than domineering pampering and passionate fighting

I'm going to be an old aunt