I'm still so majestic

Yan Ji had a dream.

It was very quiet in the dream, surrounded by heavy snow and red plums, and cold to the bone.He walked barefoot on the snow-covered bluestone road, and from a distance he saw a person standing with his back facing him under the plum blossoms in the Xuanjing Palace, his robe with black background and gold pattern fluttered.

He walked forward, reaching out his hand to touch the robe of the person in front of him, but the wind and snow suddenly picked up.The man turned his head slowly in the blur of wind and snow, and saw a face exactly like him.

Yan Ji was stunned, and unconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and suddenly it was hot. The man laughed in a low voice, and the corner of the clothes slowly ignited amidst the hoarse laughter, and it spread all over his body in an instant.

He stood in the flames, his eyes were bleeding and tearing, his skin was slowly drying and peeling off, he looked over with a pair of extremely pale eyes expressionlessly, and said——

"Yanji, it's too bitter, it hurts me."

Suddenly woke up, the pillow towel was wet.

He sat up and leaned on the couch with a tired expression. The lights in the hall suddenly turned on. After a while, he handed over a teacup with one hand, and a deep voice came to his ears: "Your Majesty, is this a nightmare?".

Yan Ji tilted his head, Xie Wenzhuo half-kneeled in front of the couch, and Shao He stood beside him, their eyes were full of concern.

He raised his hand and rubbed between his brows: "It's just a dream about something bad, it's nothing to worry about."

Knowing that he didn't want to say more, Xie Wenzhuo and Shao He didn't ask anymore.The hall was silent, and after a long time, the fatigue on Yan Ji's face gradually dissipated, and he looked at them: "It's so late, let's go back and rest early."

The two looked at Yan Ji's pale face and didn't move.

Seeing that they had no intention of leaving, Yan Ji smiled helplessly: "In that case, anyway, I can't sleep anymore, so let's talk."

After finishing speaking, he paused, looked at Shao He and opened his mouth: "I remember that you usually like to read some scripts, but I have read an interesting story before, do you want to hear it?"

Shao He's eyes lit up, a little embarrassed, he bowed his head and hummed.

Yan Ji looked at his fluffy hair, and spoke in a very slow voice: "This story is basically a story of continuous rebirth."

"..."

The night is very quiet, there are occasional insects chirping outside, and the lights in the hall crackle from time to time, and the faint voice resounds in the silence, slowly recounting a person's life.

Struggling ups and downs, joy and pain, youth and vicissitudes, bit by bit, are all thorns dormant in the deepest and softest place in my heart.

Xie Wenzhuo and Shao He listened quietly, the night breeze was blowing, and the lamp oil on the table was slowly getting lower.

"..."

Yan Ji lowered his head, and at the end of the sentence, his voice was a little softer: "In the last life, he became famous and prosperous. He thought it was the end, but he never thought that he would wake up again and return to the past. "

The sound stopped abruptly.

Shao He waited for a while and didn't hear the following, wrinkling his nose: "Your Majesty, what happened next?"

"Later? Maybe it's gone." Yan Ji's eyes were very indifferent: "Shao He, if you were him, what would you do?"

Shao He tilted his head and thought for a while: "It should be tired and tired. Life is ups and downs, and it goes round and round. It is too difficult to boil a fresh heart into the vicissitudes of life."

Yan Ji touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist unconsciously, and looked at Xie Wenzhuo: "What does the Tai Tuo think?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled, his facial features were extremely soft in the dim light: "He will feel tired from the vicissitudes of life, but after all this, he will stand at the highest place with a better posture."

Yan Ji paused her fingers, subconsciously looked at Xie Wenzhuo, the latter's eyes were black, tough and soft, and he opened his mouth after a word.

"Everything yesterday is like dying yesterday, and everything today is like being born today. People who have survived countless times of blood and death step by step have a stronger heart than anyone else, and they are more clear about what they want in their hearts."

All kinds of things yesterday are like death yesterday.

All kinds of things today are born today.

Yanji's heart trembled violently, all the sweetness, bitterness and bitterness of Su all these years surged up in an instant, entwined on the long-dormant thorn in his heart, pulled it out bit by bit, and then, amidst the dripping blood, slowly Slowly, it condensed into a pair of clear and transparent eyes.

He has been up and down in this situation for so long, but in the end he is not as clear as others.

Yan Ji clenched the teacup in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and closed his eyes: "Teacher is absolutely right."

Xie Wenzhuo reached out to change him into hot tea, his eyes were peaceful enough to comfort people's hearts.Shao He stood by and looked at him with a concerned expression.

Yan Ji inexplicably felt at ease, smiled, and talked to them again, gradually feeling sleepy, leaned back, and said: "Okay, if you don't go back to rest, it will be dawn, let's all go away." .”

Shao He could see the tiredness in his eyes, and after thinking about it, with the care of his master, he didn't need to worry too much, and went out after bowing and saluting.Xie Wenzhuo put away the teacup and stood up, Yanji looked at the corner of his clothes, and subconsciously said, "It's getting late, and it's cold in the side hall, it's better for the master to just stay here for the night."

After the words fell, Yan Ji was stunned for a while, and just as he raised his head to say something, he saw Xie Wenzhuo smiling and nodding: "It's my honor."

Overwhelmed with water.

Yan Ji was silent for a few seconds, and moved to the side with the quilt in her arms.

Xie Wenzhuo turned off the light and lay down next to him. Yanji hesitated, and put the quilt in Xie Wenzhuo's direction. After a while, he felt the warmth coming from behind, and couldn't help but move closer to the heat source, and closed the blanket. Eye.

Outside the hall, the eaves are drizzling, and the window sills are softly ringing.

Xie Wenzhuo lay on the couch, adjusted his breathing evenly and looked at Yanji's bare neck. After a long time, he stretched out his fingers and stroked his side face lightly, his eyes were bright and scorching.

……

Time flies, another three days.

Yun Muzhi's side was calm and calm, and he stayed in the dormitory all day except for going to court.This may not seem like much to others, but for someone as ambitious as Yun Muzhi, being safe is an unusual thing.

If it was before, Yanji would have been more worried because of his abnormality, but now that he has thought everything through clearly, he has no deep obsessions, and ordered Xie Wenzhuo to choose some safe people to hide in Chifang, and put his mind to it Returned to the court.

May [-]th, Shang Dynasty.

The ministers of the Daqi court stopped annoying Yanji with messy things, they were all talking about the Jiangnan governor and inspector.Yan Ji patiently listened to what they said, and would occasionally throw a tantrum when he got annoyed, then figured it was about the same time, got up and waved away.

Back in the imperial study, Yan Ji sat down behind the table and looked at Xie Wenzhuo: "How is the selection of the spies sent to Chi Fang?"

"The people have been selected, they are all safe people, and they will sneak into the red side at the right time."

"These are your arrangements. Keep an eye on Yun Muzhi and see what he wants to do." Yan Ji said, and after thinking about it, he opened his mouth: "Also, is there anyone who has been placed in the palace recently?" Found something unusual?"

Hearing this, Xie Wenzhuo took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji took it, bowed his head and read it word by word, walked to the side of the charcoal basin and burned the letter, narrowing his eyes slightly: "I didn't expect him to have such a place, but I didn't pay attention to it before...keep staring, what else?" There is no need to do anything, let him be proud for the time being."

Xie Wenzhuo nodded.

Yan Ji smiled, and returned to his previous lazy appearance, approving the memorials on the case one by one.When the memorial came to an end and it was time for Fu Zhihuai to deliver the poems of Pollution Li's love every day, Yan Ji read it and put the letterhead into the wooden box. Looking at the thick stack, he was full of sighs.

82 letters, each of which is more shameful than one. While representing the prime minister's desire for a dissatisfied life, it also wiped out the little freshness that Yanji had maintained for so many years.

I think back then he was also someone who would be embarrassed when he saw these things, but now there are pictures but no pictures, and there are voices but no voices. He has experienced all of them sincerely.

Yan Ji sighed, unconscionably expressed his affirmation to Fu Zhihuai's love poem with a usual sentence, and then sent away the prime minister with relaxed eyebrows, and leaned on the back of the chair to drink tea and talk with Xie Wenzhuo.

After about a cup of tea in this way, the sound of paws scratching the door suddenly came from outside. After a while, the door of the study was pushed open. Shao He walked in with the two dogs and bowed: "Your Majesty, there is a letter from Xiling Pass." .”

After speaking, the letter was not handed over.

Yan Ji looked at him strangely, Shao He was very embarrassed, and looked down at Er Gouzi.

Er Gouzi squatted there obediently, raised his paw to Yan Ji with his ears shaking, with a letter in his mouth, and he refused to let go.

Yanji: "..."

Yan Ji sighed: "Er Gouzi, bring it."

Er Gouzi stood up cheerfully, walked a few steps, suddenly stopped, and then quickly retracted.

"..." Yanji repeated again: "Er Gouzi, bring it."

Er Gouzi shrank his neck, but didn't move this time.

Ouch hello.

Yan Ji raised an eyebrow.

Great, my Yan Ergou.

Yan Ji decided to do it himself, got up, walked towards Er Gouzi, and squatted down.Er Gouzi didn't hide, he looked at Yanji with watery eyes, and he didn't forget to rub Yanji's hand with the tips of his furry ears.

The pet owner who was rubbed was hard-hearted, unmoved at all, and stretched out his hand to pinch the edge of the envelope.Er Gouzi subconsciously wanted to let go, his eyes glanced behind Yan Ji inadvertently, his tail froze suddenly, and he bit tightly.

In the next second, the owner's ears were pinched with a smile.

Er Gouzi groaned, and instantly let go, Yanji pulled out the envelope, ignoring Er Gouzi who came over to act cute, opened the envelope, looked down, the ink on the pear white letter paper was deep, and the pen was sharp.

The war in Xiling is over, and we are waiting to return.

The inscription is He Ji.

Yan Ji's eyes stayed on He Ji's name for a moment, nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and after a long time, he smiled softly.

The author has something to say:

-----small theater-----

The general's letter has arrived.

Er Gouzi's eyes were quick and his mouth was quick, and he caught it in one bite.

Yan Ji: "Er Gouzi, bring it here."

Xie Wenzhuo stood behind smiling and threatened Er Gouzi with his eyes, if he dared to give you, he would die.

Er Gouzi retreats: QAQ.

Yan Ji: "Yan Ergou, bring it."

Xie Wenzhuo squinted and smiled, you try?

Er Gouzi continued to retreat: QWQ.

In the end, the letter was violently snatched away by the hard-hearted owner.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled warmly, very good.

Er Gouzi stretched out his claws to cover his pinched ears and lay down behind him: QWQ! ! ! ! ! !

#Wolf Life Has Been So Difficult#