Someone always wants me to be a courtier [Rebirth]

The moon is cool.

Su Yanzhao leaned back in the chair, staring at the unopened letter on the desk, his eyes darkened.

Cheng Wang Xie Xuan is quite vague in his memory. He only remembers that he was a very well-educated young man when he was a classmate in the past. When Yan Huan looked at each other and smiled.

When the Su family made it clear that they would join Mu Zong, Su Yanzhao broke up with Xie Xuan without any psychological pressure, but the fourth son of the emperor at that time stared at him several times with complicated eyes, always hesitating to speak.

past life...

After becoming king and coronation, we practiced a farewell banquet, and there was no day of goodbye.

Xie Qi ascended the throne, Xie Xuan was plotting a rebellion, the news spread to his ears, he was the one who signaled the Ministry of Rites to pass down the edict, summoning King Cheng to Beijing to attend the new emperor's birthday.

King Cheng followed the edict and entered Beijing with only [-] elite cavalry with him.

You Xiangsheng asked for leave due to illness, and was picked up by Duke Ding Su Yanlian from the city himself.

Su Yanzhao closed his eyes, as if he could see the uproar in the Xuanzheng Palace that day. At that time, he was in the middle of the game, and he still couldn't realize that everything was the turning point of no return.

Either the blood will flow all the way to the dark, or half the glory and glory of life will be in vain.

This time, let Xie Qilai make the decision.

Staring at the flickering candlelight in the lampshade, Su Yanzhao picked up the unopened letter, his handsome face was rarely expressionless.

creak.

The sound of the study door being pushed open reached his ears, and Su Yanzhao subconsciously pressed the letter in his hand onto the table, casting his hostile eyes over it in an instant; "Who?"

The voice was no longer warm and light as before, it was sick and harsh.

Snapped!

As if to answer that question, the sound of bowls falling to the ground sounded immediately, and the half-opened carved wooden door was swept open by the wind of winter night, revealing the figure of a slender woman outside the door.

Min Shu was extremely embarrassed, with both feet going in and out, she stared at the broken bowl and wanted to bend over to pick it up, and also wanted to sneak a look into the eyes of the person next to the desk.

"Where's Xiao Che?"

The majestic killing intent flashed in his heart, and doubts were like crazy weeds, occupying the entire grassland as soon as they emerged.

The maids in the Prime Minister's Mansion would not be so reckless, and Xiao Che would not let his study room be open to others like this.

Haven't the people sent by mother not been taught/taught the rules?

Hearing Xiao Che's name, an imperceptible hatred flashed in Minshu's eyes, but the mind of wandering too far away finally came back, and she lowered her head to answer; "Responding to the Prime Minister, Mr. Che went out this morning and has not returned yet. The maidservant saw that you hadn't left the study for two hours, so she made up her own mind...Prime Minister, forgive me."

Su Yanzhao's gaze swept over her again, from the obviously carefully groomed face to the stained embroidered shoes under his feet, and he closed his eyes tiredly; "Go out, and don't come back again."

"No." With a voice obviously mixed with grievances, Min Shu bent down and hurriedly picked up the debris on the ground, and hurriedly backed away.

Su Yanzhao waited for the silence to return to the inside and outside of the door before taking the letter in his hand again. He glanced at the flickering candles not far from the table, but he didn't get close to it after all. He put the letter in a book at hand. In the roll, stuffed together into the drawer next to it.

On the seventh day of February in the first year of Taiping, Cheng Wang Xiexuan went to Jinling to celebrate the new emperor's birthday. The right minister Su Yanzhao greeted him outside the city of Jinling in person, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

The Jinling Outer City, which was originally crowded with people every day, had already brought martial law half a day earlier. The originally flat and spacious official roads were completely cleaned up, leading straight to the towering city, adding a bit of majesty and solemnity to the majestic thousand-year-old capital.

Gu Chen was a very ordinary soldier in the imperial guards. He had a lovely wife and young son in his family and received a meager salary.

The news that two princes will come to Beijing to celebrate His Majesty's birthday has been spread among the Imperial Guards for a long time, but he is not very happy about this job that everyone is vying for.

It's nothing more than a customary reward from the vassal king. How many taels of silver can you get?If you have the time, why not go home and hug your wife and children to make out.

However, the commander chose him for some reason, and Gu Chen dared not not come, so he had to train with the colleagues who were selected together under the sun for several days before he was able to line up in the imperial guards waiting at the gate of the city today.

After waiting for two full hours, there was still no one in sight. Gu Chen felt so hungry that he was complaining about why the commander insisted on picking him, when the colleague who had a good relationship with him suddenly bumped his elbow with an elbow. chest, the voice is low and excited; "Look, the prime minister's car is coming out!"

Before he had time to blame the pain in his chest, Gu Chen subconsciously looked in the direction of the city gate, and he saw the grand guard of honor coming out of the inner city, and the main car stopped ten steps away from them.

The car came to a stop, and a clever young man stepped forward to lift the curtain and help the people in the car out.

The sun was already high, and the scorching sun shone down. What Gu Chen saw first was the well-articulated and slender hands of the person in the car. They were so white as to be dazzling under the sun, and only then did he see the complete person.

Wearing a purple court dress on her body, her slightly thin body looks like sculpted facial features, and her complexion is pale from being pampered all year round.

It seemed like God couldn't bear to wait for such a man for too long. As soon as Su Yanzhao's feet touched the ground, yellow sand was flying in the distance, and horseshoes were galloping. .

No troops were allowed to garrison in Jinling City, and the three thousand guards brought by King Cheng could only set up camp on the spot. Su Yanzhao watched indifferently as the commander of the imperial guards handed over to King Cheng's men until Xie Xuan got off the main car and took a few steps forward to hold him. his hand.

"Long time no see, Jingzhi, how have you been?"

Cheng Wang, who had been separated for several years, had obviously grown a lot. Although he still had a bookish look on his body, his facial features were not as soft as he remembered. Mr. Pianpian.

Apart from his family, few people have been so close to Su Yanzhao in these years. His body trembled subconsciously, he frowned and broke free, and bowed to Xie Xuan; "I have seen His Highness Cheng Wang, please come to the city."

There was nothing unexpected about Xie Xuan, he withdrew his hand and returned the salute: "Su Xiang'an is well."

The place where Xie Xuan was greeted was called Yilan Pavilion, which was originally opened by the imperial merchants in Jinling City, but later it was favored by King An of the former dynasty, and it simply became a special place for dignitaries to hold banquets.

Xie Xuan has been away from Beijing for many years, people go to tea to cool down, and the people who worked so hard to win over in the past have all disappeared. Although he has moved around a lot in the past six months, the results are not fast.

Except for Su Yanzhao who accompanied the banquet as usual, none of the high-ranking officials in Jinling City came to the banquet to wash away the dust.

Su Yanzhao watched with cold eyes, not only did not see that Xie Xuan was in the slightest of depression, on the contrary, His Royal Highness Cheng Wang was in a good mood today, and anyone who came forward to persuade him to drink was not rejected, and when the banquet was over, he was already full of drunkenness .

Su Yanzhao didn't like drinking, but he was the one responsible for welcoming King Cheng into the city. Seeing Xie Xuan staggering towards him, he reluctantly resisted the urge to go back to the house and waited for Xie Xuan to come forward.

"Jingzhi worked hard with this king today, why don't you be a good person and send the Buddha to the west, and send this king back to the mansion along the way. I haven't returned to Jinling for some days, and I don't know what is going on with the Chengwang mansion."

Su Yanzhao frowned subconsciously at the shoulder-to-shoulder posture, and when he heard his own words for the second time, he felt even more displeased from the bottom of his heart.

Counting his previous life, he hadn't heard anyone call him for decades, even the little emperor called Su Xiang Su Xiang, where did such a familiar guy come out?

But it's useless to talk too much, Xie Xuan put his hands on his shoulders, unless he is willing to spread rumors that Su Xiang and Cheng Wang are not in harmony tomorrow, and now he really has to follow someone.

It was almost midnight when Su Yanzhao sent the drunk Xie Xuan to the bedroom with great difficulty.

Cheng Wang's mansion has been without owner for many years, and most of it has been ruined, and the road is full of decline, except for the master bedroom, which has been cleaned up by people from the inner palace a few days earlier, so it can be seen.

Xie Xuan took the hangover soup handed over by the valet, drank a couple of sips without sincerity, and waved to the waiter to leave.

Su Yanzhao stood watching, he was dragged into the mansion by Xie Xuan all the way, the prime minister drove all the cars outside, no one was with him, seeing that only he and Xie Xuan were left in the huge room, he turned around and left without hesitation.

"Jing Zhi." Xie Xuan called this name for the third time today, clean and neat, without the slightest hint of drunkenness.

Su Yanzhao's footsteps paused, and he looked back lightly.

The man with a light temperament sat casually on the low steps, his untidy hair slanted across his shoulders, his eyes were clear, but his eyes were red from drinking too much wine.

For no reason, it reminded him of the days when he rode his horse Jinling when he was young.

Seeing him stop, Xie Xuan smiled, raised his head and drank the hangover soup in his hand, put it by his feet casually, and said, "Have you received the letter I sent you?"

Su Yanzhao's eyelashes trembled, his eyes fixed on the bowl he put down, and he asked doubtfully, "What letter? I haven't seen it before."

Xie Xuan sneered, calm and relaxed; "Jinling is deep in water, and there are too many people, so I didn't expect it to be delivered to you. That's fine, let's talk about something face to face."

Su Yanzhao remained silent, pondered for a while, and finally walked back a few steps and found a place to sit, waiting for the next article.

All kinds of possibilities flashed through my mind, but none of them seemed like it.

Xie Xuan wants to win him over?

He is extremely wealthy from the official position to the prime minister, and he still holds power in his hands. What conditions can Xie Xuan give?

Xie Xuan wants to make friends?

His natural indifference is well known to the world, instead of worrying about it here, it is better to enter the palace and discuss brotherhood with Xie Qi.

Unable to think or not, Su Yanzhao looked at Xie Xuan seriously for the first time today, waiting for him to speak.

Xie Xuan got up staggeringly, walked a few steps towards Su Yanzhao, stared at the face that had been dreaming of him for many years as if fascinated, and chuckled softly.

"Jing Zhijue, can I get out of Jinling alive?"

"Or, does Jingzhi want me to leave Jinling alive?"

The author has something to say: I have a lot of things to do recently, and I really can’t finish it. I owe that chapter first, and I will make it up someday [sincere face]