I'm still so majestic

Yan Ji had a very nourishing life these past few days.

The court was still resting. He stayed in Xuanjing Hall all day playing games with Xie Wenzhuo and painting. Occasionally he felt bored, so he took Er Gouzi outside for a walk. When he came back, Xie Wenzhuo stood by the door with a smile While waiting for him, there are small snacks behind him.

This is still the case today.

Sending off He Ji, who had come to silence in the early morning, Yan Ji leaned on the couch with a hand stove in his arms, lowered his head to read the pear blossom letter paper that Er Gouzi had brought, sighed and was a little puzzled at the same time: "What are the letters these days? Er Gouzi brought it here, but Mrs. Su is not in good health?"

Er Gouzi squatted on the side and looked over innocently.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled calmly: "It shouldn't be, maybe I've been busy recently."

Yan Ji felt that this answer was unreliable, and was about to continue asking, but seeing Xie Wenzhuo suddenly smiled warmly, took out a food box from behind, and stepped forward: "Today's snacks, your majesty, have a taste dislike."

The food box was opened, and the aroma overflowed. The faint sweetness was a taste that Yanji was very familiar with in the past.He looked over, his eyes touched the snacks in the box, he paused: "This..."

Pale white in color and slightly sweet in taste, it was his favorite mille-feuille when he was young.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled: "The last time I heard His Majesty said that I used to like the mille-feuille cakes of that shop very much. Recently, I asked someone to find the recipe. After I got it back, I tried it many times. Finally, the taste is somewhat similar, but it is still delicious. There are some differences...Your Majesty, try it."

Yan Ji reached out and picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.The pastry melts in the mouth, and the slight sweetness fills the teeth, which is the taste in the most free years.

He lowered his head: "...the master has a heart."

Xie Wenzhuo stood on the side and looked at him, the smile in his eyes was gentle and soft.

The food box was empty soon, Yan Ji wiped his hands, and it happened that it was time for lunch.

After these days, Yanji's health has improved a lot, and the taboos are no longer as strict as before.Shao He invited the imperial physician to come twice more, and after confirming that nothing happened, there was meat on the table again, and occasionally some wine could be dipped in it.

The result of all the hardships and rewards is that Yan Ji couldn't hold back for a while.After drinking some water, he went back to the inner hall and lay down. Not long after, Xie Wenzhuo came in with a white-rimmed porcelain bowl: "Your Majesty, I made some hawthorn soup for digestion. Maybe it will make you feel better after drinking it."

Yan Ji glanced at the light red soup in the bowl, took it, looked down for a while, and shook his head: "I can't drink it anymore."

A helpless smile appeared in Xie Wenzhuo's eyes, he stepped forward and knelt down on the side of the couch, put his hands on Yanji's stomach and massaged gently a few times, Yanji felt a lot better, squinted his eyes and snorted, his body became more relaxed, Let him go.

The scorching heat from Xie Wenzhuo's palm continuously spread through his outer shirt.

He lowered his head, with a delicate and careful expression, Yan Ji looked at his gentle eyebrows, his heart moved inexplicably, and then he heard Xie Wenzhuo's low voice with a smile: "Your Majesty, if you feel better, you can Drink some hawthorn soup, and you won't feel uncomfortable for so long."

Yanji came back to his senses, and hummed in a low voice. When his stomach was no longer so uncomfortable, he picked up the porcelain bowl and took a sip. Rock sugar was put in the soup, and the sweet and sour taste entered the mouth. Yanji couldn't help but take another sip.

When he came back to his senses, the porcelain bowl was empty, and his stomach, which had just felt a little better, began to ache again.

Yan Ji sighed.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled, and the movements of his palms became lighter. The hawthorn water he drank gradually took effect. After half an hour, Yanji sat up: "It's done."

Xie Wenzhuo withdrew his hand, stood to the side and smiled gently.

The two talked again, and Yan Ji calculated that it was almost time for Liubu to deliver the booklet, so he got up and got off the couch, and went out of the inner hall with Xie Wenzhuo.

Sure enough, a stack of memorials had already been placed on the case in the outer hall.

Yan Ji sat down behind the table, just picked up a memorial, then watched Shao He come in with an umbrella, took out a letter from his arms, bowed: "Your Majesty, an urgent letter from Jiangnan. "

The letter was from Fu Zhihuai.

Yan Ji opened the letter paper, and the ink on the plain white paper was clear, elegant and timeless, and the words were just like the person.

He looked at the line by line, Fu Zhihuai was used to being unprincipled, but he did not procrastinate in doing business. He briefly and clearly talked about the flood situation in the south of the Yangtze River and his recent actions. In the end, the topic focused on Yan Zhou.

Fu Zhihuai was assassinated in the inn, the time was the third day after Yan Ji heard that Yan Zhou wanted to send someone to assassinate Fu Zhihuai, and sent a letter telling him to be careful.

Because of precautions, the assassins failed to succeed, one committed suicide by taking poison, and the other was already under control.

Yan Ji continued to read, and what was written later was Fu Zhihuai's future plan.

After reading it, Yan Ji passed the letter to Xie Wenzhuo: "Teacher, take a look, what do you think of Prime Minister Fu's method?"

Xie Wenzhuo took it over, glanced down, and smiled: "Not bad."

"Then let's do it like this." Yan Ji wrote back the letter, and let Fu Zhihuai do whatever he wanted. After finishing writing, he sealed the letter with wax and asked Shao He to send it.

Shao He took the letter, bowed and went out the door.

The wind and rain outside the hall did not stop, but the sound of the wind remained.

Yan Ji gently caressed the Buddha beads with his fingers, his eyes drooped slightly: "After resting for so long, it seems that it is time to end."

……

In the first year of Daqitianhe, on the eighth night of the sixth month, news came from Jiangnan that Fu Zhihuai, the governor and procurator, was assassinated at night and was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

When the news spread to the capital, everyone in the court was shocked.

On the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, when the court was restored, the Minister of the Household Department reported the matter, and the court was arguing endlessly. In the midst of the noise, Yan Ji frowned impatiently: "If you want to talk, pick something important. Keep useless people."

The surroundings gradually became silent, and in the silence, Yan Zhou took a step forward: "Your Majesty, this matter happened at such a time, and it happened very delicately, and the details need to be carefully investigated. However, there is one thing that I am very curious about. The Secretary is responsible for countering the rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River, saying that the rebel party is gone, so what is happening now?"

There are two meanings to this statement.

One is to condemn Jiang Baili for his ineffectiveness.

The second is to imply that he is obviously ineffective in doing things, but when he returned to his life, he said it was perfect, and he wanted to make great achievements, which is a crime of deceiving the emperor.

If this crime is confirmed, even if his life is saved, his official career will be considered to have come to an end.

Yan Ji secretly raised his eyebrows, Yan Zhou unexpectedly gained some IQ this time.If Fu Zhihuai hadn't prepared for this matter in advance, and the serious injury and coma became a reality, Yan Zhou would really be able to kill two birds with one stone. In addition to Fu Zhihuai, he could also pull out Jiang Baili, and even the entire Criminal Department would be affected.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the neutrals.

Yan Zhouyi sent his officials to hear what he said, and immediately agreed with him openly and secretly. The neutral faction headed by Wei Rong stood there with a sullen face, trying to protect Jiang Baili, but the facts were clearly laid out in front of him, and he had no position to speak.

Yan Ji waited for them to finish the fight, and asked, "Where is Jiang Baili?"

Jiang Baili stepped forward and bowed: "The minister is here."

"What do you have to say?"

"In the matter of suppressing the rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River, the thieves really did not stay at that time. What I said was absolutely not half-dead and false. I have a clear conscience. As for this person who suddenly appeared now..." Jiang Baili paused, looked up at Yanji, and after seeing clearly After looking at the expression, he lowered his head: "I don't know in my heart, so I have nothing to say."

Yan Ji nodded: "What about Wei Shangshu?"

Wei Rong stepped forward, was silent for a while and then opened his mouth: "Jiang Baili is not a person who is very happy, there should be something strange behind this, but these need to be investigated, and for the time being, it is indeed as the prince said."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down: "It is the crime of laxity and dereliction of duty, please be punished by Your Majesty."

Honest as always.

Yan Ji glanced at him: "I'm not interested in Lian Zuo, one matter is another matter, as for this matter, since Wei Shangshu said so, the investigation will be handed over to the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple, Jiang Baili...for now Take Dali Temple into custody."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the courtiers behind Prince Lin flashed with complacency, while Wei Rong's faction changed their expressions.

How many of Lin Yin's subordinates in Dali Temple came out intact, regardless of whether they entered innocently or not?

The courtiers who were on good terms with Jiang Baili on weekdays could not bear it, but they didn't dare to say anything, and lowered their heads.Jiang Baili's expression did not change. After bowing, he was escorted out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony by the imperial guards.

After he went out, the hall was even quieter.

Yan Ji lowered his head and looked around the crowd: "This is how we will handle this matter. The Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple, I will give you seven days. The Imperial Hospital will send three chiefs to the south of the Yangtze River. Use the best medicine. You must keep Fu Zhihuai. As for Who should replace the governor of Jiangnan..."

He paused, as if he was considering candidates.

An unknown light flashed in Yan Zhou's eyes, with some hope that he was sure to win, but he heard the emperor speak slowly: "Fu Xiang has been in charge of the flood in the south of the Yangtze River, and the effect is very good. A sudden change of person may cause disruption, so we will take care of it." Forget it first, let’s see how Xiang Fu’s situation is in the past few days, and then think about it if it really doesn’t work.”

Displeasure flashed across Yan Zhou's face, and he quickly lowered his head to cover it up, and bowed together with the surrounding officials: "Yes."

After the matter was settled, Yan Ji casually walked through the scene and asked if there was any performance, and waved away in the silence below.

Watching his back disappear, Yan Zhou lowered his head, and calmly winked at Luo Ming and Chen Zhixiao, who were hiding excitement behind their faces. The two understood, and followed him out of the hall.

After half an hour.

Palace, study.

Yan Zhou sat down on the mahogany chair, and the kindness on his face finally failed to fully support him, showing a bit of complacency: "This time things are done well, this king wants to see how the Ministry of Punishment will turn around this time."

Luo Ming also smiled: "Congratulations, my lord."

"You and I are on the same road, life and death are together, so there is no need to say such hypocritical compliments." Yan Zhou said: "The body of the assassin sent to assassinate Fu Zhihuai, have you found it?"

This time it was Chen Zhixiao who spoke: "Not yet, Fu Zhihuai was seriously injured by the assassination, the people around him must look after the body to find clues, but I sent someone to investigate, there is indeed no one left alive, don't worry."

"What about the clues on the assassin?"

"If they go to investigate, they will only find out about the thieves from the previous court, and have nothing to do with others."

"That's good." Yan Zhou showed a satisfied smile on his face: "This time the imperial doctor sent from the palace has been arranged by someone. Fu Zhihuai did not know how many trips I had in the past, since he was seriously injured this time. In a coma, then simply, don’t come back.”

"This..." Luo Ming was troubled: "Your Majesty said that he is the head of the third hospital of the Imperial Hospital. The head doctor Zheng Tai is stubborn, and the other two are not much better than him. I am afraid it will not be easy to arrange."

Yan Zhou glanced at him, and there was a dark light in his eyes: "Then what if there is a sudden accident at someone's home and they can't go?"

Luo Ming was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized that he lowered his head: "Yes."

"Since some things have already been done, let go of some unnecessary women's benevolence as soon as possible, otherwise you will definitely kill yourself." Yan Zhou said lightly: "This matter has already started well, and the rest You have to play it safe, don't mess it up."

Chen Zhixiao and Luo Ming agreed.

Afterwards, Yan Zhou explained some details to them. After about two cups of tea, the two of them left the study and left in a hurry. Yan Zhou sat in the study for a while, got up, closed the doors and windows, and switched on the switch of the darkroom. open.

He went in, turned the lane, and finally entered the little secret room that only he knew, and lit the lamp.There was a wax-sealed letter on the table in the secret room. Yan Zhou carefully opened it and read it word by word. With a relaxed smile on his face, he took up a pen to reply.

——everything is going well and can go according to plan.

After writing, I added the things in Miyagi, Kyoto these days. After finishing writing, I read it carefully, then sealed it and put it in my arms, extinguished the oil lamp, and went out.

As soon as the secret room door opened and closed, a moment later, there was the sound of the mechanism closing, and at the same time as the sound sounded, a person jumped down from a dark corner on the beam, and recalled what he had just seen on the letter. Leave without a sound.

……

Miyagi.

Royal study.

The peach blossom tea is refreshing, and the smoke curls up from the corner.

Yan Ji played with the folder in his hand, and looked at Xie Wenzhuo who was making tea beside him: "Teacher, tell me, what is my Uncle Wang doing now?"

"It's nothing more than to be proud first, and then do something unspeakable." Xie Wenzhuo rolled up his sleeves to make tea, and took out the tea cake he made this morning from the food box beside him and put it on the table: " Your Majesty, try it."

Smiling, Yan Ji stretched out his hand to pinch a piece into his mouth, said it was delicious, thought for a while, and opened his mouth again: "I don't think this incident, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like Yan Zhou's handwriting."

"Ok?"

"Comparatively intelligent."

The implication is that Yan Zhou is too stupid to stand up to him.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled: "Indeed."

"There are only a few people behind here who come and go." Yan Ji slid his fingers lightly across the surface of the memorial: "Did you find out the letters from Yan Zhou and Chi Fang these days?"

After finishing the words, I heard the sound of paws scratching the door. After a while, the door was pushed open by a fluffy white paw. Er Gouzi ran in shaking his ears, with a letter in his mouth, and behind him was a The helpless Shao He.

Er Gouzi has been obsessed with grabbing letters since he robbed Mrs. Su every day.

Er Gouzi was very obedient, he ran over without Yan Ji opening his mouth, raised his head and handed the letter to him.Yan Ji took it and opened it, took a look, and laughed softly.

Standing beside him, Xie Wenzhuo read the contents of the letter clearly: "As expected, it's just that I don't know who is communicating with Yan Zhou."

Yan Ji said casually, "Maybe it's Chi Fang's new enthroned one."

"Yun Muzhi?" Xie Wenzhuo pondered for a moment: "If it's really him, he has worked so hard to ascend to the throne of God, and now he is trying every means to stabilize his position, but when he is fledgling, he puts his thoughts on Da Kai's head. It's kind of weird."

"It's not surprising." Yan Ji still smiled, but his eyes were a bit cold, and said lightly: "He was originally a lunatic."

As he said that, he burned the letter in his hand: "How are Jiang Baili and Lin Yin going?"

"Jiang Baili left the city in disguise half an hour ago, and he will be able to go to Jiangnan in a few days." Xie Wenzhuo said: "As for Lin Yin, he has already found a prisoner who looks like Jiang Baili and put him in the dungeon. He is the best at Acting and pretending to be crazy, other people will be afraid of him, so there will be no mistakes."

Yan Ji nodded: "Speaking of Lin Yin, I forgot, the assassin before, but what did you ask?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled: "No one can survive under Lin Yin's hands. That person's bones are still quite strong, and he survived for about half a month, but he still recruited them all."

"The confession and evidence are well preserved, and the people are also kept." Yan Ji said: "There are many things in this world, which are accumulated little by little, and when they are hot, they can be killed with one blow. Before that, what I have to do is Construct him a perfect false world."

Xie Wenzhuo looked at his pair of peach blossom eyes that suddenly became very pale, and the unknown emotion in his eyes flashed past, and slowly settled into a restrained light, his voice was low and slightly hoarse: "Okay."

After that, the hall suddenly fell into silence.

Er Gouzi squatted on the side, his eyes turned a few times between the two of them, very unaccustomed to such silence, he stepped forward and touched the corner of Yanji's clothes with his paw, tilted his head and shook his ears.

Looking at its appearance, Yan Ji couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to stroke its fur: "That's all, let Fu Zhihuai send a copy of Yan Zhou's deployment to Jiangnan and the Imperial Hospital, he has his own ideas in his heart." measure."

Xie Wenzhuo agreed, Er Gouzi had already started biting the corner of Yanji's clothes and pulling it out. Yanji stood up and was pulled away by it. Xie Wenzhuo followed behind them with a smile, his eyes gentle.

……

June tenth.

The Ministry of Justice and Dali Temple were ready, and they were about to leave Beijing for Jiangnan in the early morning, but something happened suddenly at the Imperial Hospital.

The youngest grandson of the head of He Yuan fell into the river in the mud last night. He had a high fever and could easily die young.

After receiving the letter from the family, the old doctor He immediately blushed with distress, but still put the letter down, and only said that hundreds of thousands of people in Jiangnan need it more, so they will follow the imperial hospital to Jiangnan.

Others didn't know, but Yan Ji knew that Fu Zhihuai was fine. Looking at the red eyes of the old doctor He, he felt that Yan Zhou was very wicked, and sighed: "The doctor will go back to his hometown. There are two doctors, Zheng and Chang. It should be fine."

The old doctor He shook his head: "The three ministers are proficient in different things, and now I don't know what Fu Xiang is like. The three are complete is the perfect strategy, and one is indispensable."

After finishing the words, someone from the Tai Hospital who was standing behind to see them off suddenly stood up and bowed: "Master, perhaps this apprentice can go there on behalf of the master."

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows: "This is..."

The old doctor He glanced at the man, with a bit of relief on his face: "Your Majesty, this is my disciple, Qin Tong, who has been with me for eight years. He is very hardworking on weekdays and his medical skills are superb, but this matter is of great importance. , I should go and compare..."

Yan Ji didn't listen to what was said later, but only noticed the sentence of eight years.

Eight years of teacher's kindness, he can ignore it, and even united with others to harm his only grandson.

The ungrateful should not stay.

Yan Ji narrowed his eyes: "What do the two imperial physicians Zheng and Chang think?"

The two knew in their hearts that the old imperial doctor He was concerned about his grandson, so they naturally took care of their colleagues, and immediately bowed: "I think this person can take on important responsibilities, so let the imperial doctor He go back to his hometown."

"Since the two imperial physicians have said so, Imperial Physician He can go back with peace of mind." Yan Ji said, looking at Qin Tong: "You follow the two imperial physicians to Jiangnan, and do things more safely."

Qin Tong was delighted: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yan Ji waved his hand, and everyone knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense, so they bowed and left the capital half an hour later.

When they left, Yan Ji lowered his eyes: "Send a few people to follow Qin Tong secretly, and the part of Fu Zhihuai's plan will follow him. As for the rest, the Taifu understands."

Xie Wenzhuo nodded, turned around and went to do it.

Yan Ji stood there holding an umbrella for a while, and occasionally the rain was blown by the wind and fell on his cheeks, making it icy cold.

He reached out to brush the water drops away, and suddenly heard a whimper in his ears, Er Gouzi squatted beside him and raised his head to rub against his cold hands, his eyes were wet, and he wrinkled his nose at him.

The corners of Yanji's lips curled up in a gentle arc unconsciously, and she leaned over and patted its head: "Go back."

……

It wasn't too rainy just now, but just after returning to Xuanjing Palace, it was raining heavily in no time.

Yan Ji put the umbrella aside, when Shao He saw him coming in, he came over with a cloak and put it on for him, then looked at his slightly pale lips from the cold, took a hand stove from the side and stuffed it into his arms, frowning : "It's so cold, how can His Majesty wear such thin clothes, it's too careless."

Seeing that Shao He was about to start chatting mode again, Yan Ji sighed silently in his heart, went to the back of the table, raised his teacup and lowered his head, Shao He only felt helpless, and felt reluctant to say something, after thinking about it, he turned his head towards Er Gouzi glared.

Er Gouzi: "...Woo."

Innocent and wronged, Er Gouzi lay down and buried his face between his paws.

Yan Ji watched their movements and laughed: "Okay, don't learn, but to bully it, I have learned a lot from the Tai Tuo, obviously I was so afraid of it at the beginning."

Hearing this, Shao He was a little embarrassed, suddenly remembered something, and raised his head: "By the way, Your Majesty, just now General He came and waited in the outer hall for more than an hour without seeing you, so he left first and said he would come back tomorrow. "

Yan Ji was a little surprised.

It's true that He Ji would come here every day, but he would only come here once, what happened today?

He nodded: "I see, it's all right."

Shao He agreed, bowed his head and retreated to the side.Yan Ji lowered his head to drink tea, and suddenly saw a string of muddy paw prints on the ground in the hall. At the end of the paw prints, Er Gouzi was lying there, his ears shaking from time to time, noticing that Yan Ji raised his head, his eyes lit up, and stood up.

Yan Ji could clearly see the wet fur on his paws and lower abdomen, and couldn't help frowning: "Shao He, take it to the back, brush it clean before coming in."

Shao He looked at Er Gouzi with disgust in his eyes, nodded in agreement, and walked towards Er Gouzi, who looked hopeless after being rejected, and the latter followed him weakly with a whimper, turning his head three times a step, making Yan Ji felt that he was very much like a heartless man who abandoned his family and children.

Such thoughts appeared in his mind, Yan Ji himself laughed first, shook his head, and sat in the outer hall for a while, then got up to take a clean underwear, and went to the imperial pool in the back hall to take a bath.

The water vapor is dense and the fog is heavy.

Yan Ji leaned against the edge of the Imperial Pond, immersed himself in hot water, closed his eyes and went through the recent events in detail, from the beginning to the end, to see clearly how to balance many things, but for How to end my own rebirth a little bit, but still have no clue.

But my heart is not as anxious as before.

Now Yan Ji feels that Yun Muzhi has the biggest breakthrough point, but he has to wait for him to confront Yun Muzhi head-on before he can be confident, so there is no need to worry too much, and...

He lowered his head and smiled, thinking about what happened after he was reborn, and felt that it was not bad to live in such a leisurely way.

The water surface of Yuchi was clear, and when he was smiling, he clearly reflected a pair of peach blossom eyes, Yanji lowered his head to see it inadvertently, and suddenly froze for a moment.

Those eyes were glistening with water, with a bright smile, and the moles at the corners of the eyes were vaguely blurred in the mist, and at a glance, they showed the most stunning appearance.

These were his eyes, but he hadn't seen them for many years.

Yan Ji stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the end of his eyes from the air.

There have been many colors in these eyes, sparkling, bright, hopeless and painful. The pain he has suffered and the blood he has shed all these years have turned into a gloomy dark color when he was in the most pain, and melted into those originally beautiful eyes. , devouring the brilliance bit by bit until it becomes numb and indifferent.

Fortunately, those are the past.

Yan Ji smiled, seeing the peach blossom eyes on the surface of the water became more vivid in the mist, then relaxed his body and leaned back, closing his eyes. The hall was hazy with fog and the water waves swayed slightly. He thought about something again for a long time , Unknowingly fell asleep.

Opening his eyes again, the sky outside had already darkened, the corner light stand was lit, and the hall was brightly lit.

He sat up, and heard a deep and pleasant voice from the side: "Does Your Majesty feel a headache?"

Yan Ji turned his head, Xie Wenzhuo half-kneeled beside the Yuchi, smiling very nicely in the mist.He obviously came from a bath, and his inner garment was loosely worn on his body. When he knelt down, the clothes loosened around his waist and abdomen, but it was a pity that Yanji was a little lower in the imperial pool, so he couldn't see anything clearly except for his collarbone.

Yan Ji's gaze stopped at Xie Wenzhuo's wrist, there was a red mark there, which looked very similar to the edge of the imperial pool he was leaning on just now.

The latter noticed his gaze, smiled, and said with gentle eyes: "Just now I heard Shao He say that His Majesty has not been out for a long time, and I was worried about His Majesty, so I came to have a look. Seeing that His Majesty was sleeping, I couldn't bear to disturb him, and I was afraid that His Majesty's neck would be sore. That’s all there is to it.”

After finishing speaking, Xie Wenzhuo stood up with a smile, and took off Yanji's coat that was on the screen: "Your Majesty, although the living spring water is good, it is not good for the body if you soak it for a long time. Just now Shao He has already passed it on. Perfect, now that I think about it, let your majesty change your clothes."

Yan Ji nodded and waited for a while, only to find that Xie Wenzhuo was still standing by the side with a smile, showing no intention of leaving.

Yanji: "..."

Do you dare to have a little sense of crisis in the face of a broken sleeve?

He sighed in his heart, and said, "I'll still be there for a while, so the Taifu should go outside and wait for me first."

Hearing this, a smile flashed across Xie Wenzhuo's eyes, he didn't say anything, he bowed his head in agreement, then turned and walked out.

Seeing him go out, Yan Ji heaved a sigh of relief, quickly dried himself, put on his underwear, and went out.

Supper is indeed ready.

Shao He was laying chopsticks in front of the table, and Er Gouzi, who had been brushed clean, ran over to beg to be petted. After being glanced at by Xie Wenzhuo with a gentle smile, he retreated away in embarrassment.

Yan Ji casually took a cloth towel to wipe his hair. He was not patient, so he wiped it a few times and then ignored it. Xie Wenzhuo took the cloth towel with a helpless smile, stood behind him, and began to wipe carefully.

Er Gouzi watched from the side, thinking about his daily life of shaking hair and drying, feeling very complicated for a while.

Wait until the hair is [-]% dry, and the food on the table has reached a suitable temperature for entrance.

Yan Ji called Xie Wenzhuo to take his seat, and picked up his chopsticks. When Imperial Physician Zheng was leaving, the dinner was less meaty. Shao He followed through on what the imperial physician said, and it turned out that only cloud leg tofu was considered meaty.Yan Ji picked up the cloud legs to eat, Xie Wenzhuo smiled and picked some vegetarian dishes for him from time to time.

After eating, Shao He removed the bowls and chopsticks and retreated.Yan Ji washed and leaned on the couch, Xie Wenzhuo followed behind with the scroll in his arms, and Er Gouzi also followed, feeling that his hair was clean, he stretched his claws forward and tried to get on the dragon couch.

Yanji liked it very much and didn't stop it.Er Gouzi's ears quivered quickly, and suddenly felt a chill behind him, and turned his head to take a look. Xie Wenzhuo stood behind him with lowered eyebrows, smiling very springily, brightly, brightly, charmingly.

Er Gouzi couldn't help shaking, and retracted his paw very wisely.

Xie Wenzhuo glanced at it, stepped forward and sat down on the side of the couch.Yan Ji has become accustomed to this, leaning on the couch and looking at him with a smile, his peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, and the banter in his eyes can be seen at a glance.

Xie Wenzhuo stretched out his hand to open the top scroll, and after a while, a deep voice sounded in the hall.Yan Ji has heard these things before, but now he has no intention of listening to them, so he rests his chin and looks at Xie Wenzhuo. As he watches, he can't help but slowly turn his eyes away.

Eyebrows, lips, collarbone, slowly descending...all the places Yuchi couldn't see clearly before, Yanji was about to subconsciously continue to look, when the person who had been talking about the policy suddenly put down the scroll in his hand, his eyes were heavy Look over here, with a gentle smile.

Yan Ji rubbed his nose: "Why doesn't Taifu continue?"

I was blinded by beauty for a moment.

Xie Wenzhuo laughed in a low voice: "I feel that His Majesty doesn't seem to be in the mood to continue listening."

Yan Ji was guilty at first, coughed dryly when he heard the words, and was about to speak, but saw the person with a gentle smile in front of him suddenly get up, and when he came back, he had in his hand the few covers that he had seen a few days ago. Not a serious book.

Yan Ji was taken aback.

Xie Wenzhuo spread out the book: "The previous Longyang Juan was finished a few days ago. I was worried about other things today, but I forgot about it. Now it's just right. Your Majesty will see which one you like, and start with that one." Let's get started."

Yan Ji lowered his head and took a look, and at the first sight, he saw a book with a very plain cover inside, lying among the colorful books around him, like a stream of clean water.

Seeing Yan Ji staring at the book, Xie Wenzhuo's eyes flashed a triumphant smile, and he pulled out the book: "This one?"

Yan Ji nodded.

"Okay." Xie Wenzhuo smiled, put the rest of the book back, touched the edge of the page with his slender fingers, opened it, Yan Ji looked down, and suddenly felt that he was not well.

The gestures, expressions, and touch methods of sensitive points are not the same as those in the previous little yellow pictures, but...the two people on the title page who are hugging and kissing in an extremely ecstasy pose have the same faces. He is [-]% similar to Xie Wenzhuo.

There is no shame in looking at the little yellow pictures.

But watching the protagonist of the little yellow picture do some unspeakable things with a face similar to himself and the people around him, the sense of shame is simply overwhelming.

Old Yan Ji blushed, and reached out to close the book.

Xie Wenzhuo picked up the book before him, and glanced at the picture with smiling eyes: "Your Majesty's vision is indeed very good, this book is much better than the previous Longyang volume."

Yan Ji was speechless for a while, and could only remain silent.

During his silence, Xie Wenzhuo's deep and magnetic voice rang out in the silent hall, his voice was hoarse than usual, slightly tickling Yan Ji's heart.

Posture, tone of voice, means of flirting, beautiful spring.

Since the ordinary erotic pictures have become Longyang Juan, and Xie Wenzhuo's personality, appearance, body and voice are very appetizing to him, Yan Ji has been teased from time to time, and now he has seen Xiao Huang who looks very similar to him and Xie Wenzhuo Figure, some things in my mind are difficult to control in an instant.

Yan Ji lowered his head, and told himself over and over again that this was not obscenity, but appreciation, and appreciation was innocent. Looking up, Xie Wenzhuo was holding a book and lowered his eyes. The part of people's daydream is looming.

In Yanji's eyes, little by little it turned into a fire in his heart.

If you want to touch it, you have no position, if you don't touch it, you will suffer.

With patience, Yan Ji picked up the restraint he had just dropped, and lowered his head again.Looking at his appearance, the corners of Xie Wenzhuo's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

Half an hour later, Xie Wenzhuo put away the smile in his eyes and closed the page: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Yan Ji felt that half an hour turned out to be so long.

He didn't speak, he calmed down and calmed down his breathing, Xie Wenzhuo didn't move, he stood on the sidelines and looked down at him. Soon, Yan Ji felt that the suffering was not so much, raised his head and smiled, and said the words almost word for word : "I think it's great."

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth: "Who drew this Longyang scroll?"

Xie Wenzhuo paused with his fingers barely perceptible, and then laughed: "The things that are circulated in the market, how do you know who the painter is, and the pictures are exquisite."

Yan Ji couldn't find anyone who could vent his anger, so he squinted his eyes and paused for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, it's getting late, let's rest early."

Xie Wenzhuo promised, put the book back in the side hall, and walked in. Yan Ji thought that he would share the bed with him for a while, and the charming reverie that had been suppressed just now was about to move in his heart, and he couldn't help opening his mouth : "My nightmare is cured, and the Taifu can go back."

"Yes." Xie Wenzhuo nodded: "It's just that the ministers live with His Majesty on weekdays, and the side hall has not had a charcoal fire for a long time. Now it has been raining for a long time, and the bedding is also damp. This..."

Yan Ji really wanted to say that someone came to call him, but when he raised his head, he inadvertently met Xie Wenzhuo's eyes, which were black and clear, and there was a warm hope in the depths.

So the words that came to the mouth, in the end, could not be said.

Yan Ji sighed in his heart: "Forget it, come up."

After all, he hugged the quilt and moved inside, and lay down with his back to Xie Wenzhuo.

Xie Wenzhuo stood behind and looked at him, his gaze stopped at his exposed neck, thinking about the scenery he saw today when he was in Yuchi, smiled slightly, turned around and turned off the light.

The hall suddenly went dark.

Yan Ji lay on the couch, uncontrollably listening to the voice behind her.Hearing Xie Wenzhuo coming up softly after turning off the lights, amidst the rubbing of clothes, Yan Ji suddenly felt the quilt on his body being pulled up, and then someone was attached to his ear, and said softly: "Your Majesty, what a dream."

The voice is deep and pleasant, which makes people feel at ease.

Yan Ji buried her face in the quilt, silently pursed her lips, then gave a low hum, and closed her eyes.

……

One day, Xie Wenzhuo left the palace early in the morning, now that Fu Zhihuai has left the capital, and Yan Zhou is acting like a demon everywhere, Yan Ji doesn't trust many people, so many things can only be entrusted to him.

Only Yan Ji, Shao He, and Er Gouzi remained in Xuanjing Palace.

Shao He discovered that something seemed wrong with His Majesty today.

People became a little dazed, sitting outside the window for several hours, sighing occasionally, sighing, and couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

If this appearance is placed on other people, it must be like a mental retardation, but Yan Ji is good-looking, with peach blossom eyes and slightly lowered eyebrows, and the brows are flowing, in the eyes of others, it is an unforgettable surprise.

Shao He glanced at the tear mole at the corner of Yanji's eye, watched Yanji suddenly laugh again, and looked at Er Gouzi who was squatting beside him with doubts in his eyes.

Er Gouzi met his eyes, and his expression instantly became very innocent.

It is also very wronged, the owner did not take it out for a walk today, it is not happy.

Yanji is also upset.

Although he used to feel that Xie Wenzhuo had an appetite for him, he never had any unreasonable thoughts, but since last night, for some reason, as long as he closes his eyes now, the picture on the Longyang Scroll appears in front of his eyes.

In addition to the voice I heard before going to bed last night and some things Xie Wenzhuo did on weekdays, it's okay if you don't think about it carefully, but after thinking about it carefully, you really have some... very special feelings.

Yan Ji vaguely felt that he might have been planted, but also felt that it would be too hasty to just rely on feelings.

Besides, from him