Seven German Dance

【Fives】

About one month later, the arrangement of "Seven Virtues" was completed, and Taichang Temple began to select people to choreograph and prepare for the official performance at the palace banquet of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th.

When Xue Zhi reported this matter, he was still worried, but this time Fu Jing didn't mess around anymore, he just flipped through the lyrics and praised: "I see that Zhang Jinyu has a lot of promise, so let's mention him as a coordinator. "

With a simple word from the king, he will be promoted from the ninth rank to the eighth rank; Xue Zhi has also learned his lesson now, whatever the emperor likes, he can mention it if he wants to.

As usual, there must be Shane.The matter of kowtowing far outside the palace gate is enough, Fu Jing insists on sneaking people in every time, and puts them in the room to tease: "I promoted you to an official, how do you thank me?"

And Zhang Jinyu was probably amused by him for the past few days, and said in a low voice, "I have nothing to thank Your Majesty."

Fu Jing tutted his tongue: "Anyway, I gave you an annual salary increase of ten taels of silver, and you refused to pay even a big one? You are really stingy."

Zhang Jinyu burst into laughter, her face flushed when she laughed, and she looked even more beautiful.Now his complexion is getting better and better, he looks only in his twenties, how can he think that he is someone who is standing close to him?

Fu Jing stared intently, thinking, it is said that Zhang Jinyu and his uncle are the most similar in birth, if so, no wonder the late emperor's father could not forget it until his death - he couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to touch that face that was carved like beautiful jade.

Zhang Jinyu did not avoid it, but lowered her head in a gesture of acquiescence, so the hand slid from the sideburns to the side of the cheek before retracting, and after a while tentatively touched the corner of the bright red lips; Zhang Jinyu didn't turn her head until then. He lowered his body, avoiding those relentless fingers: "I have already thanked Your Majesty."

Fu Jing: "...?"

After he realized it, he couldn't help being angry, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that he was losing money.He was even a little worried: how to get someone—it can't be true, right?

At first, I just thought this person was interesting, making the boring life in the palace less boring; later, I became more and more concerned, and became more and more reluctant to let go. When Fu Jing came back to his senses, the interesting thing was no longer Zhang Jinyu, but himself—he has never been such a kid, trying to make someone laugh.

...Coaxing the son doesn't count!

In the afternoon, I saw Zhang Jinyu teaching Fu Zhuo how to play the piano in the East Palace, and the light bulb above Fu Jing's head suddenly dinged.

The next day, Fu Zhuo asked Zhang Jinyu with a strange expression: "Do you have a family, sir?"

Zhang Jinyu: "...never."

"Have you made a marriage contract?"

Zhang Jinyu: "...This has never happened before."

"Is there someone you like?"

This time Zhang Jinyu did not deny it, Fu Zhuo sighed sadly.

At dusk, when the emperor, who had already won the letter, came to the East Palace, he saw Zhang Jinyu sitting on the porch playing the Pingle ditty again.He couldn't help asking: "Like this song so much?"

Zhang Jinyu replied: "It is said that sleep aids are excellent."

It is said--you don't need to ask who said it.Fu Jing's originally determined heart suddenly missed a beat: "The person you admire is that Pingle's friend?"

Zhang Jinyu looked up at him with calm eyes: "Yes."

Fu Jing took a deep breath, let it out again, put his hand on the pillar of the porch, lowered his head and approached, and said in a domineering tone: "The man has gone, so don't worry about it, let him die in peace, and find another OK."

Hearing this, Zhang Jinyu laughed: "It is said that the clothes are not as good as the new ones, and the people are not as good as before. How good can it be to find another one?"

Fu Jing leaned closer, and the two got closer and closer, gradually breathing and hearing each other, and quarreling with each other.In the end, he pressed Zhang Jinyu's lips and said slowly: "It's so good."

He finally opened his arms and hugged the person up.At that moment, the wind in the dusk carried a few fallen flowers and blew past the corners of the clothes quietly, bringing wisps of warm fragrance; Zhang Jinyu closed her eyes with a smile on her lips.

——Once again, just when he thought he was about to forget, this person broke in forcefully, walking towards him with strides, not allowing any rejection.

"What kind of person is that person?"

"It's...a fool."

"Then I'm not worse than him, huh?"

"……Um."

... In that year, the first emperor was seriously ill, and the second prince from the empress took control of the capital, and ordered Fu Jing to return to the capital.

Of course Fu Jing was not stupid enough to come back alone, he brought a hundred thousand frontier troops to the city, and the garrison of the camp in the suburbs of Beijing was no match for him at all.

The second prince in Beijing and the others panicked, fearing that he would commit a crime and attack the capital directly; at this time, some people said that Cheng Engong Zhang Jinyu had a close relationship with the eldest prince, and they were "very close friends", so they went to the doctor in a hurry , tied Zhang Jinyu to the tower, and asked Fu Jing to plead guilty on the spot, lay down his weapons and go to Beijing for trial.

That was the bleakest day in Zhang Jinyu's life. He even thought desperately, why people can't just die when they want to.The second prince's people watched closely, he couldn't even commit suicide, so he had to watch helplessly that Fu Jing really came to the city gate alone, threw away his gun and took off his armor, and was arrested and bound by the second prince's people. Pushing and shoving into the city gate - a door that is destined to come and go.

It is said in the book that when a person is extremely sad, he will die of heartbreak.But he didn't die, he just watched helplessly, his canthus tearing open, he didn't seem to notice that his chest was pierced by a knife, but two lines of blood and tears rolled down his eyes.Not far away, the second prince was laughing wildly and said, look at that affectionate fool!

Isn't he just a fool?

It happened to be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate!

But Zhang Jinyu survived.Maybe it was because his heart was born out of place, or maybe it was because he held his breath, but the knife that the executioner stabbed into his chest failed to kill him.He climbed out of the mass grave, survived by eating carrion and grass roots, and miraculously reached the frontier garrison with that breath.He is a native of the capital, no one is more familiar with this city than him - he wants to lead people into the city and rescue Fu Jing!

But he was still one step too late.They almost slaughtered the palace before finding Fu Jing. When they found Fu Jing, he had been poisoned, his lips were black and purple, and his face was gray and blue. Seeing that he was dying, he couldn't say a word, but squeezed it with all his strength. Zhang Jinyu's finger.

Although the world is big, Zhang Jinyu has nowhere to go.No matter what it was for or who it was for, he could no longer find a reason to live—he leaned on Fu Jing's cooling body, and finished himself with the dagger stained with the blood of his enemy.

He thought death was very painful, but it didn't; he thought that there must be two of them walking hand in hand on the Naihe Bridge, but there wasn't either.He seemed to just blink, and then he heard a long-lost voice asking: "Jinyu, do you want a playmate—someone who is slightly older than you, who can always be with you?"

He froze, tears rolling all over his face.

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