I just like the Prime Minister

Outside the window of the prime minister's study, there are budding peach blossoms in March.

In March, there are still budding flowers, and in April, the fragrance in the world will be exhausted. Things in the world can't wait to change things before people realize it. The melancholy of the dream.

The life of a person is like a dream in the south, the rise and fall of the prosperous world, the honor and disgrace are sung in an instant, and when you wake up, you can see nothing but a yellow beam; it is also like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, what is illusory and what is real, it is just a trance. .

When Jiang Xizhu got up this morning, he suffered from some spring chills for no reason. His mind felt dizzy and uncomfortable, and he couldn't get his strength and energy up. What's more, when he thought of the note about the concubine Feng handed over by the cabinet overnight yesterday, he was completely silent. No interest down.

This kind of thing is not without precedent - when the first emperor was still a prince, his mother's family was in decline, and the prince who was favored in the palace by Wan Guifei was already an adult.In order to protect the throne, the first emperor married the Duke of Qin's government, which tore apart a piece of heaven and earth in the unfavorable court situation.

Jiang Xizhu thought about this, but he felt a little lazy for no reason. The original three-point sickness instantly became eight-point, and it immediately crushed his fragile persistence when he was thinking about burning lights at night. Unusually resolutely called the disease.

He once aspired to be a unparalleled national scholar, assisted Li Chengzuo wholeheartedly, and advised Li Chengzuo for his family to last forever; he also worried sincerely about Li Chengzuo's ignorance. The kind that "can't be carved without carving", or the kind that "colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is brittle", Jiang Xizhu hasn't figured it out for more than ten or twenty years.

But it wasn't until he was still talking and laughing in the face of the assassin, and even in the treacherous confrontation, Jiang Xizhu vaguely realized that something suddenly deviated from his idea.

Suddenly encountering a dangerous situation, he was only full of worry and hesitation, for fear that Li Chengzuo might make a mistake, and it was not until the fine dust settled that he finally caught a glimpse of the broken sky from the confusion—he never knew that he was a child. Li Chengzuo, who is lazy in martial arts, has such amazing martial arts, his laziness is just pretending!

If he was pretending to be incompetent in martial arts, then what else was he pretending to be?

In other words, what is he not pretending to be?

Jiang Xizhu closed his eyes suddenly, and in the darkness, he seemed to see the strange scene of the original copper wall and iron wall collapsing—if Li Chengzuo was not the Li Chengzuo he knew, then everything would be different.

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The Jiang's Mansion is heavily guarded, but in the whole world, no matter how strict the security is, it is always just to guard against villains, not against gentlemen.

Even if this gentleman is a Liangshang gentleman who dares to trespass on the court of important ministers in broad daylight.

Li Chengzuo escaped secretly. Although the method of sneaking away is a bit clever, it does not hinder the fact that he is "a guilty conscience" at all.

The reason why Song Yingluo, who had entered the palace to give him a message, was buried in the palace, and played with a golden cicada to escape the shell ingeniously, was only because of Li Chengzuo's guilty conscience.

Li Chengzuo's guilty conscience is actually rarer than the red rain in the sky. In Song Yingluo's words, this emperor is black-hearted and lawless. He can only make him behave and not forgive others. No one can make him willing to gamble and admit defeat.

He can always make up unreasonable things to make a whole bunch of fallacies, but he really can't admit that he has no confidence.

But in front of Jiang Xizhu, he seemed to have never had such a luxury of "confidence", as if the bastard emperor who could bring the dead to life, and Li Chengzuo were strangers who met him.

Li Chengzuo didn't feel guilty when he "pretended to be a foolish king to his face, and pretended to be a god behind his back", because he knew the truth that Muxiu would be destroyed by Lin Feng. However, he couldn't retreat, so he could only do it by himself.

Li Chengzuo was not guilty when his big brother, who was offering rewards and secretly investigating him, was ready to plan a brother Yan Qiang at any time. The royal brothers were at odds with each other. He is not necessarily clean, he is worthy of the heaven and earth, his relatives, and his ancestors.

Even when he betrayed the Queen Mother's wishes both openly and secretly, he never regretted it.The grace of nurturing is the grace of nurturing, the court is the court, and his heart belongs to another matter, and no one can interfere-he brought Song Yingluo into the palace to stop the Queen Mother, Pressed every step of the way, he can only pretend to be the next best thing.

His original plan was very good, and he asked Song Yingluo to be a competent "capable minister" and a qualified cover, so that he could do whatever he wanted under this layer of cover.

It's a pity that he only forgot to tell Jiang Xizhu what happened behind it.

It wasn't until he heard about Jiang Xizhu's claim of illness that he suddenly remembered it.

In Prime Minister Jiang's study, Li Chengzuo is familiar with the family - when he was still the "incompetent" young prince, he followed Jiang Xizhu in and out of Jiang's mansion shamelessly. He has a distinguished status, the emperor's son, the future emperor. Sticking the signboard on his forehead was enough to blind countless shrewd eyes who flattered him, so no one in the Jiang family stopped him.

Now that he is enthroned as the emperor, he has to greet him three floors in and out in the morning, but he doesn't want to be disturbed when he comes to see Jiang Xizhu.

Jiang Xizhu's window was open. From Li Chengzuo's point of view, Jiang Xizhu was sitting in front of the table, his long clothes were not fastened, and he was just draped behind him, holding a volume of books at his fingertips.

Jiang Xizhu looked rigorous and serious when he was reading a book. His brows like distant mountains were slightly frowned, his eyes were lowered, his slender fingers gently rolled the pages across the spine of the book, and his other hand was lifted at the right time and slipped a little due to the action of turning the book He just sat there, looking from a distance like a quiet but vivid "gentleman like jade".

He didn't know what he read in the book, his eyes froze for a moment, his frowning brows slightly opened, but he was inevitably lost in thought.

He is indeed ill, Li Chengzuo thought, from such a distance, he can tell that his complexion is not good.

Li Chengzuo himself is not a meticulous person, even if he is an emperor, it is not that he does not understand the wind and snow, but it is just a disguise, and from his own point of view, he may not really want to.However, he is the emperor, and he knows that there is a kind of exquisiteness in this world, which is called other people pay attention to you-in the position of emperor, in many aspects, it is natural for someone to take care of him to the utmost detail.

Later, the queen mother also told him that it was because of caring, no matter what it was because of caring, in short, it was because she really put people or things in her heart that she did her best.

Li Chengzuo stood outside Jiang Xizhu's window at this time, but suddenly understood the true meaning of the word "caring" in the tedious details.

Li Chengzuo frowned, as if he had developed boundless hostility towards the precipitous spring cold pouring in through the window, and also as if he had rejected this description of himself-the sages in the Wei and Jin Dynasties are so strange, and the literati in the Southern Dynasties are so pussy. In the eyes of grandma's family, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest and Xu Ling Yuxin, even if they can write articles that have been passed down through the ages, are not qualified to compare with his prime minister.

Everyone in the world loves to look at beauties under the lamp. The ambiguity of candlelight and the mist of night will always blur too many fine details. However, Li Chengzuo feels that his prime minister is full of integrity and integrity, as elegant as a bamboo. It is most suitable to be in the clear, and one should not live in the cloud of confusion by nature.

Yizui is not necessarily the only one who is crazy.

Chui Yang Zimo, who joined hands at that time, he was glad that he had already seen a peach blossom at the right time in this life, and he was also glad that he didn't have to sigh with emotion.

Li Chengzuo looked around and saw no one was around in this quiet courtyard, turned over and finally got off the beam that carried his noble body, and finally ended the experience of being a gentleman on the beam, whether it was a small number or a large number.

He walked slowly and silently around the corridor, the corners of his thin lips and those peach blossom eyes that were inadvertently full of tenderness couldn't stop rising.

However, before he walked into the prime minister's window and closed the elegant but hurtful window for him, a wind whistling with murderous intent came from behind.

Li Chengzuo had excellent hearing ability, and he had already noticed the wind before it came close.

His eyes turned cold, and his instinctive reaction had already overshadowed all his plans.

He suddenly turned around, turned his back to the court like a flash of lightning, and retreated a few feet away. A soft sword in his sleeve was pulled out at a speed that confuses people's eyes in an instant. He entangled Qing Feng who was cutting towards him three feet.

The soft sword collided with the long sword, and there was a sharp sound of metal friction. The echo was not finished, the form of one attack and one defense had been reversed, and the victory and defeat seemed to be clear.

The man wanted to sneak attack, as if he knew that he was not Li Chengzuo's opponent, and he only dared to win by surprise. Seeing Li Chengzuo's quick reaction, he knew the situation was over in a daze. Knowing the current affairs as a hero, he refused to fight with Li Chengzuo any more. He pushed himself on the ground, climbed over the roof of the place where he came from, and disappeared in an instant.

Li Chengzuo: "..."

The security of the Prime Minister's Mansion really needs to be rectified, Li Chengzuo looked at the figure that came and went freely, and thought, in the mansion of important officials of the court, even thieves have to welcome a pair to make auspicious luck?

Such a desolate idea of ​​"killing eight hundred enemies and harming three thousand" could not force Li Chengzuo to make a pretended relaxed smile. Li Chengzuo's complexion suddenly became gloomy, and the soft sword seemed to be practiced in vain. With such murderous intent, he didn't realize that he seemed to be transformed into Shura who walked through the sea of ​​flames in purgatory for nothing. His murderous aura burst like an avalanche, but when the soft sword was retracted into his sleeve, he was instantly sucked into the abyss again, because he heard The people behind him called him.

"Jixi."

When Li Chengzuo first heard this name, his first reaction was to be taken aback.

No one has called it that way for a long time. Ever since he ascended the throne and enjoyed the power of the world, this title has been hidden in the past along with fabrications and history books—because it was his word, and the first emperor gave it to him when he was still the prince. From the beginning, the language comes from the Book of Songs, which means light.

There are very few people who know now, but there is one standing behind him.

He turned his head.

The spring wind blows through the courtyard with the coldness, the peach blossoms are still in bud, and the world can't smell the beautiful and passionate fragrance of the peach blossoms, but the time when looking back seems to be vacant for countless long-gone youth.

Jiang Xizhu stood in the window, calling that word that he had almost forgotten, the strangeness in his eyes, but it seemed as if he had never known him before.