I just like the Prime Minister

Jiang Xizhu caressed the golden phoenix bracelet that was taken by someone, and his face sank like water.

"Although there are no clear rules and regulations in this dynasty, it is customary to use the phoenix totem exclusively for the queen, but..." Jiang Xizhu glanced at Li Chengzuo next to him, and did not finish the rest of the sentence.

Li Chengzuo shrugged, the prime minister gave him face, but he himself didn't care.

The family ugliness of several generations of the Dayu royal family is not easy to expose. Starting from Emperor Sejong, the emperors of the Li family have a lot of affections, and they have a unique problem - they don’t love the queen and love the concubine, and the harem is chaotic. Therefore, there are many ways to compete among women in the harem, from as small as three melons and two dates to as big as being crowned a king and a prince. Behind every event, there are these busy old ladies who are afraid of chaos.

This group of people competed for pets without any details, and they used everything to the extreme. The red, yellow, blue and green colors of their clothes can be turned into a battlefield without gunpowder smoke, so it's very lively.It was at that time that the totem of the phoenix was transformed by someone with a heart. The image of the original colorful nine feathers was changed into a colorful seven feathers. It was inexplicably bald with two hairs and was freshly released. The phoenix with this appearance has transformed into a leisurely and uncomfortable "slap in the face" Sometimes Li Chengzuo really can't understand the interests and hobbies of this group of people.

There are countless beauties in Li Chengzuo's palace, but they come and go all under the guise; although there is one "Pride Concubine", Dugu Qiubai has no rivals-whether it is in terms of beating people or "competing for favor", so this improved Phoenix The pattern has no place to play its residual heat in Lee Seung-jo's harem, and can only be traced back to the previous dynasty.

"Concubine Lin personally supervised the dowry for the princess in the past, and this thing is one of them..." Jiang Xizhu looked at the former Princess Qi, and now Xu Sanniang, with emotion in her eyes, but more worry, "Yecheng... …What happened?"

It was not Xu Sanniang who answered him, but a thunderclap in the distant sky in Yecheng late summer.

Daoist Zixu stroked his thin, thin beard on his chin dumbfounded, and trembled when he was struck by a muffled thunder: "This is... the sky is about to change..."

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Xu Sanniang, maybe she should be called Princess Qi. Ever since she said that "I forgot", she has made up her mind not to say a word. Jiang Xizhu is not from the Criminal Department of Dali Temple. She is really not good at these things. In the sudden rain, Li Chengzuo in front of him was already yawning out of boredom, so he had to give up.

The Ox-nosed Old Daoist knew that this beautiful proprietress had an unusual background, and he knew that it would be a verdant death to put a fertile grassland on King Qi's head, but in the end, his heart was moved, so he asked to stay and watch over it.

Yeluzhen, who had reminded the old Taoist priest to be smart, was really worried about him, fearing that he would be guarding himself and stealing himself, so he simply threw his long knife and stuck in the room.

It's hot in midsummer, and it doesn't feel cool even when it rains. The steaming water vapor makes people breathe like buns in a steamer.

Li Chengzuo had no intention of becoming familiar with them in the steamer, so he pulled Jiang Xizhu and pushed the door out, then turned and entered his guest room.

The light in Li Chengzuo's room was still on, and countless raindrops the size of copper plates floated in through the window that was blown open by the wind. The table where the light was placed was very close to the window, and the bean-sized light was still in the precarious wind and rain. The heart is not dead, secretly flickering.

Li Chengzuo's little daughter-in-law closed the window that had been pierced by the rain as virtuously as his daughter-in-law, and casually pulled a piece of gauze to wipe away the smoldering water vapor. However, His Majesty the Emperor is not made for work, and the gauze does not absorb water. The scattered raindrops were pasted by his paws into vertical and horizontal water lines, dripping down along the corner of the table.

Jiang Xizhu sighed softly behind him, walked forward slowly, took over the gauze tent in Li Chengzuo's hand, and barely made a ball of the waterline that Li Chengzuo divided into "rivers, lakes and seas", and blocked the gauze tent in the I got there so that there was no ticking like this, and when I turned around, I saw Li Chengzuo had closed the door silently at some point, leaning against the doorway, hooking those tender peach blossom eyes, with a half-smile look at him.

Jiang Xizhu panicked suddenly. Even though he knew that Li Chengzuo had done nothing, the bewilderment and rapid heartbeat that had been confused by the accident just now seemed to be clear again. He knew that the best reaction at this time should be to act as if nothing had happened, but he It is impossible to ignore the vortex of being addicted and unable to extricate oneself, because at the other end of the vortex is Li Chengzuo.

Li Chengzuo smiled harmlessly and innocently, as if he was never the one who disturbed a pool of spring water.He couldn't see that Jiang Xizhu was at a loss, and he couldn't see him being embarrassed, although he felt that such a Junchi had a heart-pounding attraction that made people want to care for him and bully him at the same time.

He just looked at it for a while, raised his eyebrows, thought about those people who might not be able to sleep across the wall, and regretfully gave up the idea of ​​doing bad things.

"Jun Chi." He found a fairly flat place at one end of the bed and sat down, beckoning Jiang Xizhu to sit beside him, "Why do you think of my sister-in-law? Not long after she married my elder brother who thinks so much , and set off to the fiefdom together, not to return to Beijing unless ordered. , they all probably look the same. Who knows that she looks like this except for the Jingchai sarong in the court dress... I don’t even know her.”

Jiang Xizhu's nervous mood was half raised and half lowered, as if he was worried that Li Chengzuo would say something he didn't want to say, but he couldn't help thinking about the answers to those things he didn't want to say. He didn't expect him to mention this, and he didn't know that there was something in his heart. While letting out a sigh of relief, there was even a trace of regret for not keeping up with the rhythm. He lowered his head and brewed a calm calmness: "Phoenix Golden Chuan is a reason... and I don't know if it's my illusion... She is right. There is a little bit of hatred in your appearance."

Li Chengzuo: "..."

He was a little surprised by Jiang Xizhu's words. After realizing what he was saying, he touched his face subconsciously with a smile: The queen mother always said... I and the princes are like the first emperor, but the eyes I'm afraid it's not very similar, the appearance of Lao Qi and I are both inherited from Qin Guogong's family. "

Jiang Xizhu smiled: "My mother, Zeng Zanyuan, has the appearance of a heavenly man, you...you really have a long history."

Li Chengzuo's heart moved with his smile, but then his eyes darkened: "I don't remember her anymore, and many people don't want me to remember her."

He spoke in a cryptic manner, but Jiang Xizhu saw the fleeting gloom in his eyes.

The Empress Yuan was once the true love of the late emperor. Seeing her face, Li Chengzuo was known as a "good fate" since she was a child, and sat on the emperor's dragon chair all the way smoothly. Even the empress dowager is also the sister of the empress Yuan Being able to have the position of today's mother in the world also depends on the blood relationship similar to that of the Yuan Dynasty.

Jiang Xizhu had a vague question a long time ago—since the late emperor had such deep affection for the Empress Yuan, why did he indulge the Lin family again and again? The queen's government of the state of Qin insisted on introducing a Marquis of Fengcheng, who had an unreliable relationship with Li Chengzuo, as a constraint on Lin Lifu.

He seemed to deliberately hang a knife that could fall at any time on Li Chengzuo's easy-won throne. When the knife fell, it seemed that the invisible and intangible friendship between him and the Empress Yuan had always existed only in legends.

But ever since he knew about Li Chengzuo's ability to keep a low profile, the myriad of clues accumulated bit by bit suddenly gave him a new understanding of everything he knew.

He couldn't understand it before, but now he doesn't want to understand it.

It is said that the arena is dangerous, but in fact everyone is in the arena, and people's hearts are the arena.

Li Chengzuo was obviously not very emotional about this topic. After saying that sentence, he leaned sideways into the bed. The life of keeping a low profile for many years made him vigilant beyond ordinary people. The consequence of this vigilance is that the emperor always sleeps lightly— —Others don’t know, he lives well and pampered most of the time, it’s hard to imagine a time when Li Chengzuo, who is like a dude, lived in a dilapidated temple and almost couldn’t survive.

He would not be so relaxed when he was around others. His long and narrow peach eyes seemed to be open or closed, and he talked to Jiang Xizhu about the past years when he followed Zixu Daochang to roam the rivers and lakes. Jiang Xizhu listened with complicated emotions He assumed a comfortable posture amidst his brisk talking and laughing, and after a short time, he fell silent.

Li Chengzuo completely opened a pair of star-like eyes from the half-dream and half-awake posture, leaned over to look, and gently adjusted Jiang Xizhu to a position where he could sleep peacefully.

His prime minister walked all the way, and the young man who was full of sages in the high pavilion saw more sufferings, and the fireworks in the world that made him at a loss actually made his mind more peaceful, but when he was away from home, the conditions were limited, and he could rest Not good, so there is an inconspicuous blue shadow right now - Li Chengzuo can only see it at such a close distance.

Li Chengzuo pulled him inward, as if he was afraid that he would fall, got up by himself, and slept on the outside of the bed.

The sound of the rain outside the window had already subsided, and the originally gloomy sky had dissipated a little, revealing a faint halo that was not yet dawn.

Li Chengzuo finally felt that the wind and rain all the way was far away from him, hesitated for a moment, or stretched out his hand to gently embrace the sleeping person beside him, and quietly continued the kiss that was interrupted by the unexpected guest before he knew it.

In fact, it was only for a short time, and his movements were so light that Jiang Xizhu didn't wake up, but he felt as if he had filled his heart that had nowhere to rest for many years.

hold on.

he said to himself.

The storm is approaching, but the dawn is not far away.