I don't want to play anymore

The people in the racecourse looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding how to ride a horse well, so they became "talking alone".

But even though they were very curious, no one dared to blatantly discuss, let alone wait and see.

The emperor's business is not what they should inquire about.

Especially His Majesty's complexion is not good at the moment, and his whole body exudes a cold aura, which is totally different from the usual times... and no one dares to provoke Momo.

All the servants and guards bowed their heads and walked towards the end of the racecourse.

No one spoke.

And Gu Jingyuan, who was sitting astride the horse, had already rolled over from the horseback, and asked puzzledly, "Your Majesty?"

Before the crowd dispersed, Long Yanzhao did not make a sound.

He was taller than the horse chasing the wind every day, touched his beloved mount, and Long Yanzhao signaled the horse to play by itself.

Long Yanzhao opened his mouth slowly when everyone dispersed and the surrounding area was empty, and no one could hear their conversation anymore.

"It turns out that Ah Yuan can ride a horse."

Gu Jingyuan said: "The minister has indeed ridden a horse."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Long Yanzhao's voice was faintly dangerous.

But this time, Gu Jingyuan was silent.

The silent Gu Jingyuan still stood respectfully aside, his hands drooping naturally, and his head bowed.

His eyelashes are slender and thick, and his slightly drooping eyelids combined with this angle of bowing his head made it impossible for the Ninth Five Lord opposite to see his expression clearly.

Long Yanzhao liked his low-browed and pleasing-looking appearance very much.

But sometimes, the silent resistance of the young man made him feel depressed.

Of course, the most irritating thing is not to worry about whether Gu Jingyuan can ride a horse or why he doesn't talk about such trivial things.

But at that moment just now, the Gu Jingyuan in front of him was so similar to the Cheng Yinzhuo in his memory.

...as if they were the same person.

In the past, I thought they were similar, but they were only similar in appearance.

The scar on the brow bone.

The rest don't have the same demeanor or character.

Also because of this, Long Yanzhao never really regarded him as him.

In his eyes, Gu Jingyuan loves and respects him, and is a loyal and important minister.In the future, when they are done, he will give Gu Jingyuan a lot of compensation and explanations.

... No matter whether Gu Jingyuan chooses to continue to be an official in the court, or enter the harem to be his favorite concubine.

He can agree.

Because he has considered himself very thoroughly and properly, so Long Yanzhao has always been confident in himself, confident that he can keep this relationship.

But just now...

Long Yanzhao suddenly became uncertain.

He suddenly felt that maybe he didn't know Gu Jingyuan as well as he thought before.

I can't figure out how they can be so similar when they are clearly two people.

"Others say that Mr. Gu is quiet and far-sighted, he doesn't seek vanity, fame and wealth..." Long Yanzhao spoke again, his voice became a little hoarse because he could suppress it.

"...Yaoyang himself said, you treat me well and don't expect anything in return."

"emperor?"

Gu Jingyuan noticed something unusual and couldn't help but look up at Long Yanzhao.

At a glance, he met the other party's eyes. Long Yanzhao's eyes were full of scrutiny and scrutiny, as well as a hint of coldness.

Gu Jingyuan was frozen by this kind of coldness.

His eyes were a little round, his brows and eyes were still as beautiful as picturesque, and his eyes were clear and bright, but there was a little more puzzlement and doubt.

Like a ignorant little animal.

The Ninth Five Lord tightly clenched his fists and squeezed his knuckles.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Gu Jingyuan's chin. The young man's palm-sized face could almost be completely covered by his big hand, fragile and pitiful.

Long Yanzhao just stared at this face, rubbed his thumb against his pointed jaw, and finally said, "Did Ah Yuan intentionally imitate Cheng Yinzhuo?"

Hearing such a question suddenly, Gu Jingyuan looked back even more puzzled.

At the same time, the emperor's deep but melodious voice sounded again, implying a warning: "Whether you have it or not, I don't want you to do that."

……

In the evening when the sky was full of red clouds, Gu Jingyuan didn't make a sound immediately.

He stood there with the backlight like a shadow, and even the fiery red sky was his embellishment.

But such Gu Jingyuan was suddenly stunned after hearing Long Yanzhao's words.

The cool wind came from all directions, blowing his originally tied hair into a mess.

A few strands of hair on the forehead fluttered above the eyebrows. Gu Jingyuan just looked at the emperor with shock, puzzlement, and many... At that time, Long Yanzhao didn't understand the emotion.

He only knew that the thin figure of the young man stood alone in the afterglow of the setting sun, and with such an expression, it added a bit of desolation and loneliness.

For a moment, Long Yanzhao even felt that Gu Jingyuan was about to turn into a gust of wind, lightly, and would dissipate like other cold winds at any time.

This made Long Yanzhao couldn't help stretching out his other hand to hold his arm.

But these are just moments.

Gu Jingyuan has changed back to Gu Jingyuan, lowered his eyes again, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty misunderstood, I have never imitated others."

His tone was unhurried, his attitude was courteous, and he even smiled slightly, just like when two ordinary people get along.

Because I haven't done that before, it doesn't matter if I'm misunderstood or not.

He didn't even take this serious topic to heart at all.

Gu Jingyuan added in a gesture of fully understanding His Majesty's thoughts and concerns, "Nor will it be in the future."

In the other courtyard of the palace, Dong Chen took the initiative to find Gu Shenming.

After the hunting activities, many officials have already returned to Beijing one after another, but Gu Shenming just worked as an idler, and he had nothing else to do, so he stayed here for a few more days, enjoying the mountains and rivers.

Dong Chen is usually trapped inside the palace wall and bound everywhere, it is difficult to see outsiders.

Now that he finally found an opportunity, he ran to the eldest son every day to discuss matters with Gu Shenming.

"Eldest son wants me to serve the emperor, but he also needs to be willing to summon me. No, another day has passed, and the emperor simply forgot about me!"

Dong Chen burst into tears.

It's a pity that Gu Shenming is not a good-tempered person to listen to. He said impatiently: "When my father sent Gu Jingyuan into the palace, why did he fall in love with the emperor at a glance? You can't even compare to a nerd. I’m ashamed to say that I came from the Nanfeng Pavilion!”

Dong Chen could hear the irritability in his words, he guessed that he ran over to the sky these two days and made the Eldest Prince bored.

Gu Shenming is very flirtatious, and when people like Dong Chen come to him, he will usually not refuse.

It's just that the eldest son has never seen any kind of beauty, so he won't lose his mind because of Dong Chen...Dong Chen was specially arranged by his father to enter the palace to replace Gu Jingyuan, and he was still a virgin.

In order to avoid trouble, he would not touch it even if he liked it.

At best, it's a slap in the face.

Dong Chen really wanted to be taken in by the eldest son, since he was scolded last time, he wanted to leave the palace.

But Gu Shenming disagreed.

He had also seen Gu Shenming's turn-on-face denial and cruel methods. Now that the other party showed boredom, he didn't dare to cry anymore.

After closing his voice, Dong Chen rolled his eyes and said again: "Maybe the direction is wrong...Maybe Mr. Gu is similar to the little prince of Beirong in some way...Eldest son, why don't you tell me about the little prince?" Is it something about the prince?"

Gu Shenming knows something about it. He thinks that Dong Chen's thoughts are also reasonable. Perhaps the reason why Gu Jingyuan can win the favor is really not because of bed and kung fu...

"Cheng Yinzhuo, King Beirong's favorite son, it is said that he will soon replace Prince Beirong as the new king."

Dong Chen was surprised after hearing this: "Is it such a high status?"

"Why do you think our Majesty would rather find a substitute than fight for that light?" Gu Shenming let out a wretched laugh.

Gu Yuanjin has never regarded the emperor as the lord, and even his son has a lot of disdain for the real dragon emperor.

Especially Long Yanzhao's infatuation is nothing but a joke to a playboy like him.

"But I heard..." Dong Chen ignored the disrespect in his tone, and continued to ask what he was interested in:

"Your Majesty met that little prince when he was traveling in the north. At that time, His Majesty was just a young man. After so many years, how does he know what the little prince looks like now?"

"Because Cheng Yinzhuo's appearance is so beautiful and unparalleled, even Dayi often has his Danqing portraits circulated." Gu Shenming thought of this, and remembered that he had such a Danqing painting scroll in his hand.

Gu Shenming is not a person who loves painting, but the person in the painting is really extraordinary, so he often looks at it.

Even this trip, he couldn't help but take it with him.

Since he brought it, Gu Shenming was not stingy, and directly showed the painting to Dong Chen.

The exquisite picture scroll unfolded slowly, and a young man with an outstanding appearance and a flamboyant expression appeared vividly on the paper.

Probably from the hands of a court painter, this pair of paintings is extremely exquisite and lifelike.

And at first glance, it seems that the person in this painting is Master Gu.

Dong Chen was startled immediately.

...The appearance of these five sense organs is exactly the same!

"What's the difference? Gu Jingyuan's despicable status can still stand shoulder to shoulder with this one?" Gu Shenming laughed that he had never seen the world: "Besides, with his mournful face, can he still match the demeanor of the little prince?"

Although what he said is actually sour grapes.

Because Gu Jingyuan never smiled at him.

But Gu Shenming did not admit that he was not attractive enough, he laughed at himself, while Dong Chen looked at it carefully, calmed down and took a closer look... he found that the person in this painting was slightly different from Mr. Gu.

The biggest difference is the expression.

The people in this painting have open eyebrows and look forward to flying, revealing a kind of wisdom and pleasure.

But Mr. Gu has a calm expression, dignified and delicate facial features, a little cold...

Suddenly thinking of Mr. Gu's expression of neither sadness nor joy in the back garden that day... Dong Chen quickly shook his head.

Gu Shenming said: "This was painted by Beirong painter on the 16th birthday of the little prince four years ago. It is absolutely realistic, and it is worth a thousand dollars! Although mine is a rubbing copy... the original is still in the hands of the emperor."

Cheng Yinzhuo's appearance is astonishing to the world, but if there is a portrait, it must be passed down to the world.But for some unknown purpose, such a painting was also mixed in the tribute of Beirong four years ago.

Of course, it is different from the ones circulating on the market, but that one is the authentic one.

According to the envoy of Beirong, this is their third prince, the most beloved youngest son of King Beirong.

Since then, the emperor has treasured the painting in the palace.

Not long after, his father, who understood the emperor's thoughts, discovered Gu Jingyuan, and then these things happened later.

As the eldest son said, he bowed down for the beauty in the painting and at the same time hung his head in dejection.

It's a pity that this little prince is far away in Beirong, and I'm afraid he won't be able to mess with him in this life.

However, this did not affect the sudden reflection of Gu Jingyuan's face in his mind.

And his thin waist...

If the little prince can't touch it, then Gu Jingyuan can still do it.

Even though Gu Jingyuan is lonely and arrogant, after their affairs are completed, the country will change hands, and at that time...

Gu Shenming laughed sinisterly, and then looked at Dong Chen beside him, only feeling that this guy was still a bit inferior compared to Mr. Gu.Not to mention that the emperor looks down on him, but he has no appetite.

Dong Chen was still looking at the painting.

At the end, he suddenly pointed to a place on the painting and asked: "But why is there no scar on this little prince's eyebrow?"

Didn't it mean that the little prince became His Majesty's Bai Yueguang because he saved His Majesty once and left a scar on his face?

And Mr. Gu was favored by the emperor because of that scar...

I think my disadvantage is that I don't have that scar.

Dong Chen is also very concerned about it.

If he wasn't afraid of being ugly, he would have wanted to carve a scar on himself.

Looking at it now, the young prince in this painting is so radiant and sunny, but it has something to do with his clean eyebrows and no scars.

...Although the scar on Mr. Gu's eyebrow is not ugly, but it is pressed on the brow bone alive, and it seems that his whole body is carrying a bit of weight...

Gu Shenming likes beauties, and he likes this painting purely because of his love for beauties. For him, beauties without scars are naturally better, so he never noticed it.

Now that Dong Chen mentioned it, he really noticed it.

The eldest son looked at it for a while, and he didn't have Dong Chen's meticulous thoughts, so he just said indifferently: "Maybe the little prince loves beauty, so he might ask the painter to remove the scar. There's no fuss. "

In the evening, Long Yanzhao asked Zhuo Yangqing to come out, and the two walked around in the yard.

"Your Majesty, you've been walking for almost an hour, aren't you tired?" Zhuo Yangqing stood still, bent down and beat his sore calf.

Long Yanzhao also stopped when he heard the words, he shook his head, and said: "Come on, accompany me to sit in the garden."

At this time, it is good to be able to sit down.

Zhuo Yangqing followed without any objection, but still couldn't help complaining: "Shouldn't Mr. Gu accompany you for such a good activity like a walk? Why does the emperor miss you?"

"I'm afraid that other people will draw too much energy and ignore the young master." Long Yanzhao said a joke, but he didn't smile at all, on the contrary he was a little more serious than usual.

Zhuo Yangqing seldom saw this posture, so he couldn't help looking at Eunuch Hong in the distance with questioning eyes, which meant: Did they quarrel?

How dare Hong Taiquan look at him, as if he didn't know anything.

Not knowing what happened, Zhuo Yangqing didn't dare to speak nonsense.

I can only die in the cold wind, drinking with His Majesty in the garden.

Drinking can warm up the body, but it is not afraid of the cold.

It's just that what he drank with His Majesty was boring wine, which made people feel a little awkward and unhappy.

Relying on his brotherly friendship with the emperor, Zhuo Yangqing didn't hold back, but still had the courage to ask: "So Your Majesty, you and Mr. Gu... did you quarrel?"

There was no quarrel.

Long Yanzhao didn't say anything, but just drank a glass of wine in silence.

The wine is the peach blossom wine brewed by the palace people themselves. It tastes light and sweet, and the alcohol content is very low.

It's just that if you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk. Seeing him like this, Zhuo Yangqing knew it was a real quarrel, and couldn't help being surprised: "No, Mr. Gu, he can still..."

"It's not what you think."

The white porcelain cup knocked on the table, making a crisp sound.

The young master had some prejudice against Gu Jingyuan, Long Yanzhao vaguely felt it last time, so he didn't want to mention it to him this time.

In fact, Long Yanzhao couldn't figure out why he was so angry about what happened in the afternoon.

He just...

Emperor Yuwen closed his eyes, and the scene of the young man riding a horse and showing off wantonly was reflected in his mind.

That was the best and brightest memory in his life.

Although the time spent with A Qi is very short, even the short memory only has a few fragments left.

but……

Without warning, Long Yanzhao got up suddenly.

"I have to leave beforehand, please come to me, Young Master."

Zhuo Yangqing: "???"

"...No, where are you going, Your Majesty?"

His Majesty did not answer his question.

Eunuch Hong and the others left together with His Majesty, and in the end only Young Master was left sitting in the yard, sighing.

"What the hell is this!"

When Long Yanzhao returned to the dormitory with big strides, the bed was clean and smooth without any trace of sitting on it.

Gu Jingyuan was reclining on the imperial concubine's couch reading a book.

Holding a book with long and white fingers, the person who usually has a bookish look is now even more dignified and elegant, extremely elegant.

Seeing the emperor coming in, Gu Jingyuan put down the scroll and made a gesture to salute.

Long Yanzhao hurriedly supported him.Looking down at the book, it was a miscellaneous essay on folklore.

Normally, when Gu Jingyuan was in the palace, apart from being in bed, the rest of the time was either helping him share memorials, or studying ink for him, and discussing state affairs with him.

It was the first time he saw Gu Jingyuan doing other things.

...I think so too.

Mr. Gu is well-versed in the past and present, he is rich in knowledge, and he knows astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom. Apart from getting his knowledge from books, where else can he get it?

And the other party is with you all day, so how can you have time to do your own thing?

Long Yanzhao can already imagine that during those days when he was not in the palace, Gu Jingyuan held a scroll in his hand and raced against time to read...

Ah Yuan always seems to be like this, silently working hard where he can't see.

No complaints, no regrets, no complaints.

Such a Gu Jingyuan, how could he do such a thing of fighting for favor?

For a moment, Long Yanzhao's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he couldn't speak with guilt.

If Gu Jingyuan was not so sensible and blamed him, maybe the emperor would feel better.

But the young man's complexion is as usual.

Even the explanation is so calm.

Seeing that the Emperor's eyes were fixed on the book, Gu Jingyuan stretched out his hand to put the book away, and explained to him with a smile: "I have nothing to do, I saw that Your Majesty has a few books here, so I couldn't help but take a look."

"You don't need to get up to read your book." Long Yanzhao said, wrapping his arms around his narrow waist, and they both sat back on the couch.

Gu Jingyuan reads, so he can look after Gu Jingyuan.

But when the emperor is around, Gu Jingyuan is always used to surrounding him.

Long Yanzhao didn't do anything beside him, just looked at him, which made him unable to concentrate.

Gu Jingyuan held up the book, his eyelashes trembled for a while, and he didn't turn a page for a long time.

Long Yanzhao could see it, he simply chuckled, pulled out the scroll from the other party's hand, and pulled him out.

"Your Majesty?" Gu Jingyuan asked, "It's so late, what are you doing?"

Although he questioned, but did not resist, Gu Jingyuan obediently was dragged away by Long Yanzhao.

The Ninth Five-Year Lord said: "Go ride a horse."

It was late at night outside, and before going out, Long Yanzhao didn't forget to put a cloak on him.

At that time, Gu Jingyuan did not expect that for a long time to come, he could only rely on that thin piece of fabric.

In the middle of the night at the racecourse, two people ride the same horse.

Gu Jingyuan is in front, Long Yanzhao is behind.

Strictly close, stick together tightly.

The horse shook violently when it ran. Gu Jingyuan had never done such a thing before, and his sense of shame made him cry against the wind.He could only tremble, tightly pulling the cloak fluttering in the wind.

Behind him, Long Yanzhao, who was tightly imprisoning him, bowed his head and gently bit his ear.

Long Yanzhao liked Gu Jingyuan's tolerance.

I also like being wrapped by him like this.

very warm.

Facing the wind, he whispered in Gu Jingyuan's ear: "I misunderstood Ah Yuan, can Ah Yuan forgive me?"

In the dead of night, apart from the sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground, there were two gasps and low whimpers.

Gu Jingyuan was speechless at all.

……

At the racecourse in the middle of the night, as they had planned, the two of them rode back together.

It's just that it's not quite the same as I imagined at the beginning.

The rubbing between ears and temples continued until Gu Jingyuan tremblingly said forgiveness, and it didn't stop.

Long Yanzhao felt that even if he was the emperor, he should be punished if he misunderstood someone.

He wanted to make good compensation to Gu Jingyuan.

Serve him tirelessly.

Thinking about it calmly now, how could Ah Yuan imitate Cheng Yinzhuo?

He didn't say anything about them.

Gu Jingyuan never asked.