On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

In the early morning of the second day, Yu Zijin, who had been sleeping three poles in the sun, turned over and touched the paper with her fingers resting on the side of the pillow.

——Could it be that Xuanbei is narrow-minded and punished for copying?

Yu Zijin got up in fright.

After squinting, I realized that it was not a stack of papers, but a few comic books, dusty and old, with curls on the edges.

In Nuo Da Palace, there is only the one and only little eunuch who will give Yu Zijin a baby book.But since the little eunuch quietly sent the rabbit lantern back, they have never seen each other again.

Yu Zijin learned a word, that is, Enjue Jue Yi Jue.

Now the comic book is quietly appearing again.

I only see his book, but not his person.

It's like a broken lotus root.

He rested his chin and stared at the comic book for a long time, his lips moved, but he didn't utter a word after all.

forget it.

Yu Zijin thought: Forget it.Once Xiaojinzi is asked to show up, the two of them will have to be strangers until the past is resolved.The good and bad friendship between people can be confused when they don't meet each other, but if they sit face to face, the ambiguity will disappear.

When Yu Zijin was young—like all young people in the world—he was high-spirited, the world was as big as the sky, and there were more mortals than stars, but he only thought about his own emotions and didn’t take their emotions seriously Son, so justice is awe-inspiring, with only one pair of eyes to distinguish between black and white, good and bad.

The young boy grows up gradually, not because he is tall, not because he is calm, but because he is finally gentle after going through thousands of sails, and gradually sees the love, hatred and fear of others in his eyes.Everything is not like that at all.

Gray is also born from this.

Gray everywhere, gray everywhere.

Yu Zijin, who was in the gray, touched the book cover, and touched the book cover again.

Delicate fingers rubbed lightly on the rough paper, making a rustling sound.

rustling.

rustling.

If there is nothing, if nothing seems to be there.

"thank you……"

Yu Zijin opened the cover and whispered, "Thank you, Xiao Jinzi."

The soft voice floated around in the empty room for a long time, like feathers, like dust, stumbling around the surrounding walls, and it took a long time before it landed on the ground.

Then vaguely heard footsteps leaving in a hurry in front of the door.

One foot is heavy and the other is light, exactly the same as Xiaojinzi's footsteps, gradually getting faster and further away, like a prodigal son who ran away without looking back.

Goodbye.

Yu Zijin said silently again: Goodbye, little Jinzi.

He lay down, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and flipped through the chic comics.

There are stories about goblin opera scholars and stories about heroes beating dogs and bears.

I read carefully one page after another, and suddenly heard a woman outside lowering her voice: "You say——is the Kaiyuan Dynasty coming to an end?"

Responding as lightly as a mosquito's foot, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Where is the nonsense? Now there are rumors inside and outside the palace that the king burned the palace of the prince angrily because of the beauty, and burned hundreds of people to death. Now our virtuous king does not know whether he is dead or alive. Hearing that the prime minister has left the country, how can he lead tens of thousands of people?" Prince Dalu is also missing. Think about it, if they join forces to attack, is our dynasty coming to an end?"

The mute woman was in a daze for a long time before she said: "But, but we still have General Duming..."

"You stupid girl."

The woman snorted, "Don't forget, the relationship between General Du Ming and the Prime Minister is as deep as a pond. For many years, the Prime Minister has never married a wife or concubine, and there is no wife in the general's mansion. Every time the general returns to court, the palace He refuses to come to the Chinese banquet, and stays with the prime minister in private day and night. Which faction do you think he will stand? Besides, since the words of poppies harming the country came out, the streets and alleys have been singing that the king values ​​beauties instead of the country. Now the king and the virtuous king When fighting for the country, the hearts of the people are naturally on the side of the virtuous king. In terms of emotion and reason, General Du Ming will face the lord, do you believe it or not? Do you want to bet with me?"

"I'm not betting with you."

"You are scared!"

The two talked softly, but it was a pity that Yu Zijin had sharp ears and didn't say a word.

Sure enough, Yu Qingan left with Gushara. Earlier at the Summer Resort, Xuanbei mentioned that Dalu was making frequent moves, but Yu Zijin didn't pay attention.Thinking about it now, it turns out that a powerful plan has been brewing for a long time.

And Xuanbei seems to let them go on purpose, I don't know if there is another trick to lure you into the urn.

With Yu Zijin's head melon seeds, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand the entanglements involved.

He patted his head, finished reading the comic in twos and twos, got up and yelled at the gossiping court lady outside the door to bring Ge Ying.

Ge Ying will come soon.

The chubby Ge Ying appeared in front of the door sobbing, and rushed over crying when she saw Yu Zijin.

"Why are you crying, oops, you're crying so annoyingly." Yu Zijin hugged the fat baby in his arms, pinched his buttocks, pretending to be disgusted, "You're dead, if you cry again, you'll fall off. "

Ge Ying pursed her mouth, blinked her red eyes, and tears rolled down.

"Still crying!"

Yu Zijin attacked him.

The maidservant who came here quickly explained, "beauty, don't get angry. Two days ago, the beauty disappeared. The king went back to the palace first, and no one cared about the little master for a while. The little master woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find you. He walked around the summer resort crying." After a lap, she almost fell into the river, which alarmed Princess Zhuomala. Otherwise, otherwise, it is impossible to say whether the little master was left in the summer resort today."

There was a bit of implicit accusation in the words, and it seemed that she was aware of this, and quickly changed into a respectful tone: "The beauty is calm, and the servants dare to speak out, all because they feel sorry for the little master, who is young and has bad eyesight." Suo, in the deep palace, there is no father, no mother, no support. He is still so young, and he likes to play with you the most on weekdays. The servant girl knows that the beauty is busy on weekdays, and sometimes she can't take care of the little master. But please pay more attention to the beauty, Lest those servants take advantage of their power to bully others, thinking that the little master has nothing to rely on, so they bully him when he is young."

After all, the maid kowtowed again and again.

Those words made Yu Zijin wake up.

In the palace that cannibalize people without spitting out their bones, Yu Zijin relies on Xuanbei's love to roam around, and Ge Ying also depends on Yu Zijin's love to live comfortably, without exception.However, he was really half-hearted, and he only took Ge Ying to play on a whim in the past.Later, Ge Ying suffered from eye disease, and he paid more attention, but he was not careful enough.

Therefore, Ge Ying was wronged.

Yu Zijin, who was belatedly aware of it, hurriedly asked the maidservant to stand up, then lowered her head to wipe away the tears on Ge Ying's face, stuck out her tongue and stared and made a grimace, "Don't cry, you crybaby."

Ge Ying blinked and giggled, "Yeah~"

"It's still babbling at such a big age."

Yu Zijin tapped his nose, "Are you ashamed?"

Ge Ying tilted her head and yelled, "Beautiful! Cold!"

"It's a beauty, you idiot."

"Everyone?"

"Beauty."

Calling wrong again and again, Ge Ying burst into a silly smile, two dimples were sunken, and her eyes were narrowed into a slit, which was extremely pleasing.

Yu Zijin played with him for a long time.

Then the days will be day by day.

In August, I heard that Gushara and Yu Qing'an appeared in the north, beating the dust, lobbying the common people to revolt together.

In mid-August, it was also heard that Dalu secretly recruited troops, and the number of troops in his hands had reached [-] to [-].

I have also heard countless debates in the court, about whether the emperor personally apologized to welcome Gushara back, or whether he condescended to lobby Yu Qing'an, all kinds of news from the mortal world came to Yu Zijin's ears in bits and pieces.

If Xuanbei didn't mention it, Yu Zijin didn't ask.

The old man with a white beard frequently came and went in and out of the palace, and when he saw Yu Zijin, he still had a dignified and dignified air, except for a few times when the mischievous Ge Ying grabbed hold of his beard, the old and the young confronted each other, which amused the onlooker Yu Zijin haha laughing out loud.

And Shang Jingxuan Ding Jun, who had met once when he sent troops outside the Great Wall, went in and out of the deep palace several times in disguise, and talked with Xuanbei every night, as if he was planning a plan.

What are you planning?

Yu Zijin didn't know anything.

He was still playing heartlessly as usual, leading Zhuomala and Ge Ying, swaggering around in the imperial garden.Today I have nothing to do to tease the big white worm, and tomorrow I will be bored to catch crickets and play hide-and-seek. Life is full of flavor.

But the huge palace is still bleak.

Hundreds of court ladies and eunuchs hung their heads tremblingly, their eyelids pressed to the ground, their upper and lower lips closed together, determined not to utter a word.

Every flower, grass, and tree gradually withered, and the brilliant red, yellow, blue, and green were replaced by bare branches.

In the dead silence like a mass grave, September quietly arrives.

On the night of the first day of September, Xuanbei sat quietly on the desk.

When we met at the beginning of the year, he bowed his head under the candlelight, his cold side face was covered with warm light, and he flicked through the mountain of government affairs without blinking his sharp eyebrows.Ten lines at a glance.

Tonight, he just sat quietly, allowing the table to be filled with books and papers, but he didn't take them.

Yu Zijin was sitting on the ground drawing, when a gust of cold wind blew, he shivered involuntarily, and looked up to see the silent and handsome Xuan Bei staring at the note in his hand.

The distant gaze is like a bird, flying over thousands of mountains and rivers, and stopping on the desolate land.

Pity, self-deprecating, cold lips and a touch of numbness gathered together, and unfathomable emotions were brewing in the dark eyes.

Yu Zijin didn't like this look and was determined to break it.

He rushed to Xuanbei and looked at it, but unfortunately he couldn't read any of the characters.

"What does it say?"

He asked naively, squeezed, and shrank into Xuanbei's arms, "Autumn is here, isn't it? It's so cold. The leaves are all gone. A big white tiger died yesterday. I don't know if it was frozen. Dead. Zhuomala was so sad that she cried all day. Can we get another white tiger for her?"

Xuanbei's gaze still stayed on the paper, and he only echoed: "Autumn is here."

"I want to go fishing tomorrow."

Yu Zijin yawned, lowered his eyes, and muttered childishly, "Do you want to go fishing with me?"

"Okay."

Xuanbei hugged him, put his chin on his warm face, and said in a low voice, "You still know how to fish?"

"Yes." Yu Zijin giggled twice, and pushed him away, "You have a small thorn on your chin, it's itchy."

Xuanbei laughed sullenly twice, his Adam's apple rolled up and down under his thin skin.

late at night.

Yu Zijin whispered about the sky, whispered about the fish, whispered about the pastry, and whispered about Ge Ying, and there was a lot of chatter, mouth dry after talking, and finally fell asleep in Xuanbei's arms.

Xuanbei didn't sleep for a long time.

Spreading out the palm of your hand, there is a line of flying and dancing on the note: dare to ask the king, the beauty of the country, which one is more important?

Xuanbei slowly wrote the reply.

Heart heavy.

The three characters melted on the paper, rolled up, and put into the cylinder.

With one pair of wings, the carrier pigeon flew to the distant Saibei with three words.

Five days later, all the generals of Zhenguo rebelled.

At the same time, the commander-in-chief of the Xuanding Army outside Shangjing led tens of thousands of soldiers to the north to meet Du Ming and fight against each other.

In an instant, there was no more soldier in the hands of the emperor.

And Xuanbei no longer went to court.

The author has something to say:

I think the ending is within two or three chapters, it suffocates me! !