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Today, when Shang Jianzuo was rich in the Spring and Autumn Period, he had already had children.This year's concubine Pei is happy to have a dragon son, and she made up seven.There are not many seven sons, if you count only the young phoenix, it will be quite impressive.The Tao is that the first emperor's establishment of the crown prince does not depend on which virtuous benevolent, but which one will be born.

Mostly because of the birth, there is no need to be adopted in the clan, so the siblings who should die of illness after ascending to power, and those who should turn around.It's hard to say that he killed them all, and there are two left: one is an idiot with a big dream of being a knight-errant, the other is a scumbag whose heart is not dead on the battlefield, and the poor new general is afraid of killing chickens; Die first, guess God sees that their role as decoration is extremely limited, so with a swipe of a pen, they were accepted early.

In the early years, the vice-june at least gave hope to the people who had worked so hard. In recent years, the vice-jung has become more and more unbearable, and the hope that has not yet sprouted has been wilted by the pouring rain.

But there are still people who still have hope: although the faint king is faint, and the corrupt officials are corrupt, fortunately, they can still open their mouths to scold, and there is salvation.Don't envy the phantom of the flourishing age full of flowers and flowers, it is safe and comfortable to open your mouth, and you can't spit it out. If you have food in your mouth, you are destined to die.

Emperor Yan Li Chu didn't bother at all.First, the eldest son and the second son all died young, and the third son was born after the Yuan Dynasty and was the eldest, who should succeed the Datong; Although the emperor wanted peace, but his ears were soft and he didn't want to be troublesome, so he pushed the boat along with the current; the third son was clever and decisive, and he was ordered to supervise the country so that there would be no chaos, and it might be possible to rule the country.

Emperor Yan boasted that he had completed the three major matters of establishing a successor, establishing a successor, and passing on the incense, and he no longer had to worry about the future. He lived with people in the teaching workshop and the Liyuan all day long; The province can hide it, and the left wind will do what it wants, and it will only spread the lewdness and injustice to the world.The ministers don't consider illness to be lucky, so at most one word "obscenity" is better than life and death with a "faint" that blinds the sky and blots out the sun.

In the early years, Master Yan had no victories and lost several lands, and the theory of the Lord's Harmony was rampant.It is rare for Emperor Yan to withdraw from the gentle village, and soon there will be bloody storms all over the court. First, it is difficult to dismiss a group of magistrates from all walks of life who are crying for poverty because of the ancestral system. If it doesn't sing, it's over. Once it sings, all directions are silent, and ten thousand horses are silent.

As a result, the quarrel with the vice-jun was getting deeper and deeper, and the little love left was squeezed to the bottom of the sea, and the father had to be kind and the son filial--the father must be unkind, but the son must be unfilial, and the vice-jun is having a hard time.

The Qianqiu Festival is approaching, and Princess Jiayi brings her daughter into the palace.

In spring and summer, the sun is fine, calamus and delphiniums are surrounded by a pool of clear waves, green and verdant, which is very pleasant.The Chisheng stone platform is three feet square. On the platform, there is a luthier who plays the piano and an actor who sings long songs.The qin is a good qin, and the songs of the actors are a bit inferior. Although they are not comparable to the music of the qin, they are better in that the words are subtle, the style is difficult to describe, and it has a unique taste.

Princess Jiayi drank two cups of Wuyi Rock, frowned and said softly: "Zi Huan is still not crowned, and he has devoted all his efforts to this point, but it is not easy. Since the death of the emperor's sister-in-law, what he really hopes is to be close to the emperor's brother—— "

Yan Bochen also pointed to a plate of rose cakes, and tapped the edge with his fingernails: "Fifth brother remembers that this was the best thing when you were young. Tea is Xingong's water golden turtle, and it also suits your taste."

When the eldest princess heard that he called himself the fifth elder brother, she knew there was no room for change. She smiled sadly, broke off a small half and ate it, it tasted like chewing wax.

She and her elder brother, one mother, were siblings, and they became more and more estranged when they set up the princess mansion and ascended to the throne.Who would have thought that there would be nothing to say but nothing to care about each other without words, even if there were thousands of words, any one word or phrase would be harsh to one's ears.She took a deep breath, and felt that the rest of her heart was slowly dissipating in a sigh: "Ah Han was arrogant and indulgent in the past, crying and begging the Holy Majesty to make a lantern, and the Holy Majesty agreed. As the years get older, the Lantern Festival is a year old It is more delicate and unique than the previous year, but the festive flavor is getting weaker with each passing year. Looking back now, such things always don’t last long.”

"If you like it, I will make another one and send it to the house some other day."

The eldest princess tilted her head and narrowed her eyes: "No need." Not far away, Princess Xinyang was arguing with her nephew Zi Huan, pestering him to comb his hair together, her coquettish attitude was even worse than she was back then. .The imperial nephew didn't know how to coax this unreasonable little girl, she pursed her lips for a moment, and then smiled again - Zi Huan was more coaxing people than the imperial brotherhood back then.

Comparing the two, her heart felt warm and then cold, and she stopped talking.

Emperor Yan tasted tea and enjoyed music, but did not answer the conversation.

He stands at the end of his age, because he has been pampered for many years and doesn't like to grow a beard. Although he is addicted to pleasure, his appearance is still young.Years and years have hammered out a pair of human warmth that does not enter the heart and washes away the warmth of human relations tied to the blood, the power is reduced by half, and it invades the body, only weakly adding light lines at the end of the eyes, so that the eldest princess has not changed. luxury.

She wanted to find some old spirit from her brother, but she saw him staring at the actor on the lake for a moment.The actor has a tall figure and a beautiful figure. Even though his face is covered with ink, he can still be seen as a man.She suppressed her anger and praised against her will: "This actor is very suitable for the emperor's sister, I wonder if the emperor can give up his love?"

"It's also very flattering to me," Emperor Yan lifted the lid of the cup and knocked it, not thinking that his words shocked the world, "Especially between the beds."

The eldest princess accidentally turned over the cup, her face pale.

Emperor Yan had no shame, didn't know what to think about, and continued: "This man does have a good voice, but he is not good at it. He will give it to the imperial sister after being taught by the Jiaofang for a period of time. What do you think?"

The eldest princess was caught off guard by receiving this great gift, not knowing that the sleeves on both sides had been wrinkled.She suddenly realized that the present party was a complete joke, and felt that it couldn't be more correct, so she forced the corners of her lips, thinking that all her thoughts and worries were fed to the dog.

Maybe it's the mother-daughter bond, Princess Xinyang was tired from playing around, and ran into the waterside pavilion bewilderedly, begging her mother to hug her.Xiao'er was worry-free and fearless, he flung himself into her arms, but couldn't let go of his cousin's tuanlong robe, he locked a corner in his fist and wouldn't let go.The eldest princess was full of emotions, and coaxed a few words to relieve the immobile nephew.

The vice-lord stands facing the wind, with the posture of a dragon and a phoenix.The more she looked at it, the happier she became, and the more she looked at it, the more disappointed she was. Fortunately, he was more like the gentle and quiet Empress Yuan, instead of the more shabby elder brother, and offered him a piece of rose pancake: "Zi Huan Qing has lost weight." , I also blame your father, and sent all the difficult things to the East Palace. If you don't grow more meat next time, the aunt will ignore you."

Yan Zihuan took the fire cake, squeezed it for a while, but didn't eat it.At that time, the actors stopped singing, and the sound of the qin on the lake was clearly recognizable. It was "Yi Lan Cao".He shook his head and said in a gentle voice: "Father Huang obviously has good intentions, Zi Huan will not let you down. Aunt Huang is at ease, Zi Huan will definitely listen to the teachings, I am afraid that Aunt Huang will not recognize my nephew when I see you next time."

Emperor Yan did not lift his eyelids, just like|cultivating Buddha.

Yan Zihuan chatted and laughed with Princess Jiayi and Princess Xinyang, quietly sweeping away the dark undercurrent.He took advantage of the moment when the eldest princess folded his body and looked at Emperor Yan's eyes, one was empty, the other was deep and unpredictable, and there was no half-hearted affection.

Father and son are on the same stage, singing and composing are excellent, hundreds of times more interesting than Chishang Opera.

Qi Shuang couldn't see clearly on the pool, so he stopped probing.Lou Xiang, the violinist next to him, was still playing the music, and he didn't realize that the strings were stained with blood. He coughed twice and swung the water sleeves to the tail of the piano, then leaned over, intending to block the repetitive and mind-blowing magic sound , but was surprised by Lou Shi.The luthier's ten fingers are hooked up, looking as elegant as an ancient scholar, but his lips are quivering like a madman.

There was a gaze piercing from the water pavilion, which was extremely cold.

The music of the qin stopped suddenly, and the music was changed to a minor tune.

Qi Shuang pretended to caress her temples, squinted her eyes while hanging her wide sleeves as a barrier, and the vice-lord of the Eastern Palace was throwing pastry crumbs to feed the koi in the pond, looking leisurely.Groups of fish are either scattered in all directions or swimming below, and they gather in front of the waterside pavilion, shining golden scales and brilliant colors—like common people in cages gathered together with ghosts, coming bustlingly, and leaving in a daze. He thought he was in control of the overall situation, but he couldn't escape the path of ups and downs that lasted for thousands of years.

It is Yeyue and the stars are scarce.

Qi Shuang didn't sleep well all night, singing and watching a good show during the day, she just wanted to sleep soundly without dreams until dawn.But the sky failed to fulfill the wishes of people, so he rested on the couch on his front feet, and arrived as soon as he spoke on his back feet.He has always been conscientious, resigned to his fate and changed his clothes, went on the road sleepily, and met Lou Xiang on a narrow road.The front of the luthier's lapel was half wet, his expression was ashen, and he was a completely different person from the day before.The road under his feet is winding, hidden in the deepening twilight, and behind him there is the eastern palace, revealing the majestic, half-empty and half-real.

Since the words are not speculative, half a sentence is too much, which can be dragged on for half a stick of incense.

Emperor Yan had a drink by the window. There was a pair of wine glasses on the table, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing.

Qi Shuang knew what was going on, turned his shoulders slightly, put his tongue out to hold the small bunch of crow hair in front of his cheeks between his lips, stretched his neck and lowered his head to hold the ears of the half moon, the wine dripped down, soaking the ripped lapel.He clearly didn't swallow much wine, but his pupils turned slowly but he seemed stupefied: "The official is late, so I will punish myself with a cup first."

He acted recklessly, but he did it smoothly.Lou Xiang couldn't follow suit, and drank silently.

Emperor Yan's breath was steady but not chaotic, and he said indifferently: "Play the piano."

Lou Xiang no longer has the qualifications of a luthier, and still dare not forget the past.He cleaned his hands and burned the incense step by step, the incense was still the same as the day before yesterday, but it was more intense, and when he was about to start his voice, he stopped drinking for Emperor Yan: "The ancient music is tasteless and boring, change to another one."

The tune rises tremblingly, with clear and positive overtones and scattered tones, harmonious and gloomy, but the weaving is a flamboyant and corrupt minor tune, which should be an insult to the piano.

Emperor Yan took out a stack of flattened list papers from his pillow and threw it in front of Qi Shuang: "Lie down."

Qi Shuang | With a quick glance, he spread out a dozen memorials with the intention of the main battle one by one. After lying down, he thought extremely coldly, if Yu Dang, who presented the memorials, knew this situation, would he be willing to touch the pillar and die? .

The pet's reaction obviously pleased the faint king.

The lines at the end of his eyes are as sharp as knives, and he has a bit of tired heartlessness, his lips are also thin, and his smile is like a bloody edge.The blackness under the lids during the day made her feel depressed, but at this moment it seemed like the evil thoughts dormant under the skin.

The eyes are not like the eyes that a faint king should have. They are not cloudy or cloudy. They are heartless and desireless. They are empty and empty. Looking at the world is like watching a theater.

Qi Shuang lay on her back and asked, "What should I do next?"

The extremely thin lips curled up, and the words were spoken very lightly: "Undress... from, blasphemy."

The sound of the piano is in chaos!

The incense in the hall will be extinguished, and it will be as strong as before.

The white lotus is dyed in ink, and the beauty is moving, all of which are wonderful scenes.

Yan Bochen admired Shaoqing, but felt that there was something lacking.He wandered his eyes over this body between young and young, and settled on Qi Shuang's closed eyes and wet slightly parted lips--obedient and obedient, how do you know whether the outside is the same?

……young bird.

He stayed at the bed and poured new wine, pouring the whole cup over himself: "Since you want to flatter your superiors with your body, and you want to be unparalleled in the forbidden court, don't worry about benevolence, righteousness and etiquette." other than.As expected, he lost interest.

Qi Shuang's hairline was drenched, and she looked like a water ghost. When she was lying in front of others, she was an unscrupulous and shameless person.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and tightened his grip on the supreme person in the world, like a raging flame bursting out of the chaos at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, shining like a scorching fire, but still obeying his words

Lou Xiang kept silent like a cicada, and the song was out of tune.

Done.

Yan Bochen sent Qi Shuang, who was about to faint, to the couch, and covered him with a thin quilt.

He recruited a terrified luthier, who knelt with his back to the qin and took a few steps, his liver and gallbladder split.

The qin master has been serving Yan Bochen for two months, and today he has the leisure to look at it.Examining it without prejudice, its appearance is also good, but the jewels and jade on the side make Qingjun look mediocre.

"You leave the incense, so you don't have to come back again." Yan Bochen's laziness that had subsided for a while came back, and he was still sober at this moment, and occasionally kindly made a point or two, "I said that I like the new and dislike the old, but I like to use this incense to add to the fun. , I have to worry about it."

To be ordered by others is to be the end of life.Whether he is unyielding in execution, or uneasy about his nature, or falling into a pit, all of them are annoying to him, and he doesn't care what will happen to mere luthiers if they lose this "honor".

The same porcelain embryos, if you want to choose one for careful glazing, it is advisable to make people feel uncomfortable.

Lou Xiang was terrified, straightened his clothes, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and retreated holding the piano.

The palace people all retreated to the outside of the hall, and Yan Bochen enjoyed half a moment of peace before sending people inside to serve him.

The author has something to say:

This chapter has 386 words.The next update is 7.3, because there is a small semester in the summer, the next chapter 7.7 will be updated.

In addition, this article does not involve conspiracy, because my brain is not good.

All in all, I just want to write about an atypical male favorite and an atypical stupid king.

The length is short, ranging from 5 chapters to 4 chapters.