I'm still so majestic

at night.

Cool breeze.

This year's warming is slow, and April is still cold, especially on the top of the mountain.The monks in Chengguang Temple are used to Qingxiu, and they don't have the habit of preparing a brazier, so the night in Yishan is a bit difficult for Yanji.

Yanji nestled on the couch, waiting for the quilt to warm up.

Xie Wenzhuo sat on the side: "Your Majesty, do you still feel cold?"

Yan Ji glanced at him, the latter was only casually wearing a robe, stood there looking at him with gentle eyebrows, his facial features looked ridiculous in the dim candlelight.

Yan Ji wrapped the quilt tighter, and didn't care about his current image: "It's cold."

Hearing this, Xie Wenzhuo smiled, put down the scroll in his hand, and put his palm lightly on the quilt. Soon, Yan Ji felt a steady stream of warmth coming from the place where Xie Wenzhuo's palm was pressed.

Yan Ji was very envious of this skill, and squinted his eyes: "Paste that hand too, a little to the left."

Xie Wenzhuo acted according to what he said with a good temper, Yan Ji enjoyed it with peace of mind, soon, all the chill in the quilt was dispelled, Yan Ji finally got the mood to speak, looked over: "What is the Taifu going to say today? "

The person who was asked looked down at his hand on Yanji's quilt, and smiled: "It seems that I can't continue to give lectures like this today. Think about it, I haven't had a good talk with Your Majesty all these days. Let’s talk, it’s better to take advantage of it now.”

No matter how familiar these words sound, Yanji thought for a while and found that Master Yiqing seemed to have said similar things.

He stretched out his hand to touch his chin, then quickly shrank back because of the coldness, his eyes were raised slightly: "Speak well? It sounds good, what does the Taifu want to say?"

Xie Wenzhuo lowered his head to look at Yan Ji, who stretched out his hand to pinch the quilt wrapped around his neck, wanting to make himself warmer, when he adjusted it a little, the dark red Buddhist beads on his wrist were exposed.

"Prayer beads?"

Yan Ji hummed: "Today, Master Yiqing sent it along with the Buddhist scripture in the box."

"The abbot has a heart." Xie Wenzhuo said, after that, he didn't say much in the prayer beads and Buddhist scriptures, just mentioned a few words casually, and then talked about the scenery he had seen when he was traveling in the past.

Yanji has gone through five generations, and if you count carefully, he can be regarded as an old goblin who has lived for more than 100 years. He has been to many places, but there are not many scenery that he has really seen carefully.

When I was young, I was restrained in the capital, and after the Nine Kingdoms Conquest, I was exhausted, so I naturally didn't pay attention to other things.

He has always envied those people who travel all over the world, originally he likes to hear people talk about these things, and the people who talk about them have a good face and a good voice, which is very appetizing, and his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

About half an hour later, Xie Wenzhuo stopped talking and looked at Yan Ji: "Many places are much more interesting than what I said, your Majesty must go and see them tomorrow."

Yan Ji propped his chin and nodded.

Xie Wenzhuo just smiled: "I wonder if Your Majesty has ever been to any interesting places?"

Yanji: "..."

Is it too cheap to say that I have never been there?

After thinking about it, Yan Ji began to fool around: "I have rarely been out of Miyagi these years. Speaking of interesting places, I have been to a place called Jinjiang before, which is interesting."

"Your Majesty is talking about Jinjiang in southern Fujian?"

"It's in the north, remote, and few people know about it." Yan Ji shook his head: "This place is very unique, rich in river crabs and salted fish, and has some very strange rules."

Xie Wenzhuo frowned slightly: "Rules?"

Yan Ji nodded.

For example, you can't write below the neck, and you can cross if you dig a hole and don't fill it.

But these naturally cannot be said.

Yan Ji rubbed his nose, said a few words casually, and smiled: "I was still young at the time, and it has been so long, I don't remember clearly."

Xie Wenzhuoyan was full of smiles, and hummed.

Yan Ji was a little cautious, and Yan Ji nestled in the quilt to look at him. After a while, he felt that he was warm enough, and he was very skilled in crossing the river and demolishing bridges: "It's not early, tomorrow is the blessing ceremony, and we have to get up early, so let's rest early."

Xie Wenzhuo withdrew his hand as he said, turned around and walked to the table to turn off the lights after bowing.The room suddenly became dark, Yan Ji hugged the quilt and lay down, before closing his eyes, he heard Xie Wenzhuo's nice voice: "If your Majesty feels cold at night, remember to call me."

Yan Ji paused, and immediately there were some small and fresh associations in his mind.

According to the normal routine, the development of the plot generally goes like this.

A: It's getting late, go to bed early.

B: Okay, if you feel cold at night, remember to call me.

Then A suddenly felt cold in the middle of the night.

A: It's too cold, B, come over here.

B: Is it still cold now?

A: It's still cold, come closer.

B: What about now?

A: Cold, you hug me.

B: Well.

A: Tighten up.

B: Well...

A: Tighter up...

The following 'um' all changed the taste.

Alas.

Yan Ji couldn't help wrapping the quilt tighter.

Xiaoqing's life is as lonely as snow.

……

April [-]th, the blessing ceremony.

Before dawn, Yan Ji got up, took a bath and burned incense, put on the sacrificial court clothes, and stepped up to the sacrificial platform step by step.In front of the altar is a square bronze tripod engraved with Sanskrit. In front of the tripod is an incense table. Yan Ji stands in front of the table with his hands folded.

The officials of the court bowed their heads with solemn expressions, and the monks stood around the altar and chanted scriptures with their heads bowed.

At noon, the bell of Chengguang Temple rang, majestic and distant.

After the seven bells, the monks' chanting gradually increased. Yan Ji burned the talisman paper and handwritten scriptures, and bowed three times holding the incense sticks.The officials stood with their heads bowed, and soon heard the calm and solemn voice of the emperor above.

"The Holy God of Yuwei, who lives up to the ancient times, inherits the sky, establishes the pole, and develops things to achieve business. The prosperity of the achievements will benefit the world. I will only inherit the order of the sky, show the style, and use it to pray for my family. .Shangxiang."

Hundreds of officials bowed to the ground three times and kowtowed nine times. The bronze tripod on the high platform burned smoke, incense sticks were poured into the tripod, and the ceremony and music sang together.

The bell of Chengguang Temple rang again, and the sky behind the mountain was clear with fireworks. The people of Kyoto bowed their heads and prayed for the great enlightenment and peace.

Yan Ji put his hands together and stood on the altar. When the last bell stopped, he slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head. Xie Wenzhuo and Fu Zhihuai stood below and looked up at him. Different people hid their warmth in the same way. eyes.

He smiled, turned his eyes and glanced at Yan Zhou next to him, the latter still had the usual gentle expression on his face, but the desire that became more and more obvious in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

After the blessing ceremony was over, all the officials returned to Beijing first, and Yan Ji had to do the last chanting at night before returning the next day.

Apart from Xie Wenzhuo, Shao He, and Fu Zhihuai stayed with him.

The former is as it should be, and the latter is purely a shameless advantage.

Shao He was afraid that Yan Ji would be bored in the temple, so he specially brought Er Gouzi over when he came. Er Gouzi was very happy to see Yan Ji, ran over to rub his legs shaking his ears, squatted down, and looked Very well-behaved.

Yan Ji knelt down and rubbed its head with a smile, while Fu Zhihuai stood beside him: "Is this Cangqing? It's quite cute, did your Majesty choose a name?"

Er Gouzi was very dissatisfied with his sudden utterance, turned his head to look at him, straightened his eyes on his face, felt that it was not bad, and returned to the obedient mode, Yan Gou's people and gods were all angry.

Yan Ji nodded: "Take it, call Er Gouzi."

"..." Fu Zhihuai paused: "This name... is very down-to-earth, not bad."

Yan Ji glanced at him with the eyes of "the prime minister is really discerning", and stood up.

Xie Wenzhuo stepped forward and hugged the warming stove, separated Yanji and Fu Zhihuai calmly, looked at Fu Zhihuai with a warm smile: "It's cold in Guangsi at night, but the prime minister has already found a place to live?"

"This bit of coldness is nothing, but where does Tai Tuo live these days?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled more warmly, and pointed to the bed on the other side: "I have been living with His Majesty these days."

Fu Zhihuai narrowed his eyes: "Then of course I can."

This time Xie Wenzhuo didn't speak, and moved a step away, Yan Ji stood behind: "Prime Minister, there is no third bed in this room."

"The minister can lay the floor."

"I'm afraid it won't work." Xie Wenzhuo spoke from the side, pointing to Er Gouzi: "It slept like this here tonight, could it be the prime minister..."

Xie Wenzhuo didn't say anything after that, and smiled more gently.

Fu Zhihuai frowned, and looked at Yan Ji subconsciously. Yan Ji didn't receive the hint from his eyes, and nodded in agreement with Xie Wenzhuo: "If the second dog also wants to live here, it is really not suitable for the prime minister to lay the floor."

Fu Zhihuai: "..."

So when the prime minister left the meditation room this time, his footsteps were windy again.But the love poems were delayed until the evening, and the level of shamelessness of the content suddenly rose from the level of a third-level dirty essay to a hungry, thirsty, heavy-tasting old dirty essay.

Yan Ji's face was red, and his heart was full of emotion.

In a single life, a person is either suffocated or perverted.

Obviously Fu Zhihuai belongs to the latter.

He put away the dirty love poems and went to the main hall to chant scriptures to clear his heart. It was already late at night when he finished the scriptures. Yan Ji tightened his cloak and stood up to go out.

It looks like heavy rain is coming.

Yan Ji frowned, and quickly recalled what happened in this season in previous lives, and found that it was another time of natural disasters.

He sighed, turned at the end of the Qingshi road, and saw Xie Wenzhuo standing outside with a lantern waiting for him from a distance, and Er Gouzi squatted beside him, and when he saw him, he let out a happy cry.

Yan Ji smiled, and entered the door together with them.

Behind it was a gloomy, dark cloud.

Hidden thunder.

……

late at night.

The heavy rain was torrential, and the thunder was startled.

Chifang country.

Yun Muzhi was startled awake by the sound of thunder, his back was wet and cold.

He lowered his head, looked at his smooth hands, was stunned for a moment, got up suddenly, ran to the bronze mirror like crazy, saw his own face from the mirror, and covered his face with his hand for a long time, with a ho-ho hoarse laugh from his throat Voice.

He is back.

He actually came back.

There was another thunderclap next to his ear, and a bloodless face was reflected in the thunder.

Yun Muzhi turned his head and looked out the window, his eyes were as dark as an abyss.

It was also a night like this in the past, the thunder was attached to the heavy rain, the red was reflected in the sky, the iron cavalry stepped through the capital of the Chifang Kingdom, the sound of swords and swords clashed all around, the dazzling blood stained the bluestone, and the crying and screaming in the ears resounded through the night, making people's eyes and hearts ache It hurts.

Yun Muzhi clenched his fists tightly, allowing his nails to pierce into the flesh.

He remembered the red color of the sky that night, the cries of the people around him, the blood that stained the capital, the iron horse that broke through the palace, and the cold eyes and expressionless face of a person.

hatred.

what a hate.

But that's okay.

Yun Muzhi walked to the window and looked in the direction of Daqi Capital, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

big start.

Emperor Qinghe.

Yan Ji.

All the misery and despair he had tasted before.

Now is the time to pay back.