I'm still so majestic

Yun Muzhi lowered his eyebrows and stood below.

Yan Ji looked at him, and slowly stroked the beads on his wrist: "Bo Xia? It's a good name."

At this time, Zhou Xi's list was finished, and the palace servants knelt down in front of the hall holding the brocade box of red square gifts. The box was opened, and inside was a pitch-black sword, which was bitter and cold.

Yan Ji looked at it with a half-smile, "It's the first time I've seen this kind of objects at the Qianqiu Banquet, why don't you ask Shaoqing to talk about the purpose of it."

"The sword is the ancestor of the short weapon. It has been a sacred product since ancient times. It is light to carry and wears with an air of demeanor. It is the most worthy of demeanor." Bo Xia lowered his head, his voice was still a little weak: "Your Majesty has always been majestic and elegant. Humans are very suitable for this sword, so I choose it."

After the words fell, Yanji smiled slightly, and the envoys around and the Daqi officials fell silent.

He has always been dignified and elegant.

Everyone raised their heads to look at His Majesty who was smiling lazily and squinting his peach blossom eyes, and then thought about the way the latter casually attacked his courtiers with his vicious tongue and personal attacks. The skin is also very human.

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows: "I really want to hear how Shaoqing thinks that I am a majestic and elegant person."

Baiguan nodded secretly, they also wanted to know.

Bo Xia looked a little nervous and paused for a while before opening his mouth under the gaze of everyone.

He said a lot, and what he described was indeed a majestic and elegant person, but this was very different from the impression of His Majesty that the courtiers had, it was just serious nonsense.

At the end, Bo Xia bowed: "...That's the case, I feel that only this kind of sword can match His Majesty's majesty and majesty."

Everyone couldn't help but have a new understanding of his thick skin.

Yan Ji was still smiling, but his hands that were hidden in the sleeves of his wide robe tightened violently because of his words.

What Bo Xia said may be laughable in the eyes of others, but Yan Ji knew that what he said was clearly his appearance in the previous life.

Yan Ji narrowed his eyes.

Is this just an accidental coincidence of scenes and words, or is it because of something else?

While thinking about it, a brocade box containing a jet-black long sword was brought up.

Yan Ji stroked the sword lightly with his fingers, felt a slight chill from his fingertips, and smiled: "Very good."

Bo Xia relaxed, bowed and retreated, and then the strings and bamboos resumed, and all the officials exchanged cups and laughed at Yan Yan.

Yan Ji lifted the wine pot and filled the white jade cup, and lowered his head calmly, he glanced at Bo Xia, who was sitting there with a reserved expression, with timid brows and eyes, extremely unobtrusive.

In the wine glass was the honey water that Shao He secretly changed. It was a bit sweet and greasy. After Yan Ji took a sip, he stopped touching it. He touched Xie Wenzhuo's hand with his fingers. Write three characters with one stroke, Yunmu stops.

The surprise in Xie Wenzhuo's eyes flashed, and he wrote in the palm of his hand, Bo Xia?

Yan Ji nodded, withdrew his hand, and smiled softly, holding his chin.

Xie Wenzhuo's face appeared a little dignified.

The corner was smoggy, the aroma of pear blossoms lingered and the wine was fragrant, and everyone in the hall was drunk, especially in Jiuguo.

When they were nearly [-]% drunk, Yan Ji casually said, "This year the Lord of Chifang ascended the throne. Due to a political mistake, I couldn't go to congratulate you in person. How is your monarch recently?"

As the words fell, Asenmu shook his wrist, most of the drunkenness disappeared immediately, he was silent for a long time before he came to his senses, and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, the monarch is going well."

"That's good." Yan Ji smiled.

Asimu looked at him, with panic hidden in his eyes, but saw that the emperor above had looked away, as if the question just now was purely on a whim and had no other meaning, so he felt relieved and sat down again.

Taking his reaction into his eyes, Yan Ji smiled silently, and then glanced at Bo Xia, who had always bowed his head and remained silent by the side, interest flashed in his eyes, and he leaned lazily.

The banquet started at the hour of the hour and ended at nightfall.

Everyone was very tired, they supported each other to get up, bowed and stood on both sides.

Yan Ji hadn't even touched a drop of wine, he was the clearest, his eyes were more hazy than everyone else, so he simply pretended to be drunk and stood up with Xie Wenzhuo's support, leaned his head on him and broke up the banquet, slowly Walk out slowly.

Er Gouzi followed his legs slowly with trembling ears. When he was about to reach the side of the hall, he suddenly turned his head and let out a threatening roar from his throat. Everyone was startled, and when they looked over, Chi Fang stood there with their heads bowed. His expression was also full of astonishment.

Yan Ji patted Er Gouzi's head to calm him down, and looked at Asimu with a half-smile, "Come on, what happened?"

Asimu was stunned for a moment, then bowed after realizing the reaction: "Your Majesty, maybe it's because Cang Qing was trapped by us in the past, and he hasn't forgotten it in his heart, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Er Gouzi raised his head and roared again.

Asimu took a step back in shock, not knowing what to say for a while, and lowered his head.

Yan Ji didn't make things difficult for him, he got up and waved his hands, and walked out of the hall, the lazy smile on the corners of his lips dissipated the moment he turned around, his lips were tightly pressed, and the depths of his eyes were full of darkness.

Yan Ji knew why Er Gouzi suddenly became angry.

Just now when he turned his head when it was roaring, he inadvertently caught Bo Xia's last look before he lowered his head.

Lifeless, hopeless and cold, the red color settled in the depths of the ink, like a swamp in the darkest area, the bottom is full of carrion and dead bones, and a little bit of struggle to come up is the hatred that can't be suppressed no matter what.

With the determination to die together——

Such crazy hate.

……

Until returning to Xuanjing Hall, taking a bath and going to bed, Yan Ji still thought about Bo Xia's last look.

Yan Ji is not unfamiliar with such eyes. When he returned after the Xuanjing Palace fire and Xue Ye poisoned wine, he had seen the same eyes in the mirror countless times. Whenever he thought of Yun Muzhi and Yan Zhou, There is also the pain in front of my eyes, which becomes more and more intense to the point of being intractable.

He ascended the throne half a year earlier.

Temperament is too precipitated than before.

What he said was what he looked like in his previous life.

Plus those red eyes of resentment.

……

In other words, Yun Muzhi was also reborn?

Yan Ji paused for a moment while stroking the beads with his fingers, bowed his head in thought for a long time, and suddenly laughed softly.

When he first heard the news of Yun Muzhi's early ascension to the throne, he was disturbed by it and was at a loss. Now that he knows the reason for the change, even though he knows in his heart that the road ahead may be difficult, he still feels at ease.

He has never been afraid of the thorns in the road ahead, but he is afraid of the feeling of being at a loss and seeing no end to the whole road.

Moreover, Yun Muzhi had never been reborn in his rebirth before, only now is different, maybe this is the key to ending his rebirth?

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Yanji is happy to have a goal.

Thinking of this, his brows softened, the corners of his eyes smiled a bit, and the moles of tears became brighter.

Xie Wenzhuo has been watching his expression from the sidelines, and seeing him relax, he smiled slightly: "What is Your Majesty thinking?"

Yan Ji replied subconsciously: "Yun Mu Zhi."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xie Wenzhuo and narrowed his eyes slightly. He obviously didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes made Yan Ji inexplicably feel like he was cheating.

Also terrible.

Yan Ji rubbed his nose: "What's Chi Fang doing after the Qianqiu Banquet is over?"

"Back to the inn, I have already prepared my luggage, thinking that I will go back early tomorrow morning." Xie Wenzhuo said: "Bo Xia is the same, he didn't move around."

"...Where is the palace?"

"The same is true."

This is strange.

Yan Ji touched his chin, what was the purpose of Yun Muzhi's effort to come here?

Could it be that it was to give him a deadly look with his eyes, and to test whether he was also reborn?

That would be interesting.

Yan Ji narrowed his eyes and smiled, Yun Muzhi was familiar with himself who used to be expressionless in the past, but now he heard and saw him who liked to laugh and annoy others, how entangled he would be in his heart, I was looking forward to it after thinking about it .

As for who the final winner of this killing is, Yan Ji is not very worried.

No one understands Yun Muzhi's current mood better than him. A heart filled with hatred, anger and madness can indeed make him tough, but at the same time it will also make him force himself to a dead end.

Just like him in the past, at first he had no scruples about Yan Zhou, and even though he was rich and prosperous, such a gloomy temperament made him walk on the road of power and strategy more difficult, and at the same time deprived him of many things.

He's not doing well at all.

One person is still struggling with hatred, but the other person has passed into Nirvana after despair, no matter how you look at it, there is no reason to lose.

What's more, he has been reborn so many times.

The cunning at the corner of Yanji's mouth couldn't help but intensify.

Seeing his little fox-like smile, Xie Wenzhuo's eyes filled with a smile, he stretched out his hand and took the porridge bowl beside him, tried to see if the temperature was just right, and handed it over: "Your Majesty."

It is a medicinal porridge for nourishing the body.

Yan Ji always felt that the porridge had a strange taste, and resisted it: "This porridge is too bitter."

Xie Wenzhuo didn't move, and said with a smile: "Compared with Zheng Taiyi's prescription, which one is more bitter?"

Yan Ji looked up at him, and the latter met his eyes with a calm expression. For a moment, Yan Ji turned his head away, took the porridge bowl in silence, finished it with a frown, and put the bowl back heavily.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled with a good temper: "Is Your Majesty going to rest?"

"No rush." ​​Yan Ji said, "I told Shao He earlier to bring Fu Xiang and General He's congratulatory gifts after the banquet... Did you bring them?"

Xie Wenzhuo nodded, turned around and put the two brocade boxes in front of him from the cabinet at the back, and Yan Ji opened them. Fu Zhihuai had promised not to send peach blossom wine earlier, but this year it will still be the same, but there is an extra piece on the side of the wine. There is a jade tablet with the word "nine" on it, and a ring made of willow branches is placed on it.

Yan Ji took a look, and then took apart He Ji's congratulatory gift. Inside lay a nine-link carved in bronze, and beside it was a willow ring that was exactly the same as Fu Zhihuai's.

He picked up the two rings and looked at them, feeling nothing special, and frowned: "This is Fu Xiang and General He buying congratulatory gifts at the same place, and the store gave the same willow ring?"

Xie Wenzhuo looked down and said nothing.

Yan Ji tilted his head to meet his eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "Teacher, where's your congratulatory gift?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled warmly, and pointed to the side of Yanji's pillow. He turned around, only to find that there was an extra black brocade box beside his pillow.

Yan Ji raised the tail of his eyes slightly, opened the box with his hand down, and saw a scroll of Longevity Book, he picked it up, the scroll was nearly three meters long, written with brush and ink mixed with gold powder, shining brightly under the light, it was hard work to see it.

"Things with such care cannot be written in a short while." Yan Ji was a little inexplicably happy: "Tell me, how long ago did the Tai Tuo start preparing?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled, but didn't answer his question. He gently lifted the rice paper hanging on the couch with his fingers, and Yan Ji looked over, only to find that there was a string of mahogany beads under the Longevity Book, smooth and clean.

He looked at Xie Wenzhuo, the man with warm eyebrows was half-kneeling in front of the couch, and reached out to pick up the Buddhist beads in the box: "I saw that Your Majesty likes Buddhist beads, so I prepared a bunch of them. They are not as valuable as red sandalwood beads. I hope that your majesty will not want them." dislike."

Yan Ji looked down at his appearance, inexplicably feeling that he was quite ready to propose marriage.

He coughed dryly, and put his eyes back on the string of mahogany beads. He didn't know if it was because he loved the house and the black, but the more he looked at it, the more pleasing to the eye. After a long time, he raised his head and stretched out his hand: "Since the master is so hardworking, then take it with you." stop."

Xie Wenzhuo's eyes suddenly warmed up, and he looked up.The young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes was sitting there with a smile, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, his pupils were shining brightly with tear moles, he raised his head slightly to look proud, and when the corners of his lips were lightly hooked, his eyebrows flowed, which was the most wanton and bright appearance.

I used to think it was a flattering arrogance.

Now it seems that it is not true at all.

My heart suddenly softened to the point of shame.

With a lingering smile, Xie Wenzhuo approached Yan Ji with the peach wood beads, took off the rosewood beads on his wrist and replaced them with peach wood beads, and then looked at Yan Ji's wrist with an extremely soft expression.

He was so happy, and Yan Ji was also in a good mood. He looked down at the red Buddhist beads on his wrist, and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, the color is a bit more pleasing to the eye than the red sandalwood Buddhist beads before. The master has a heart."

"It's fine if your Majesty likes it." Xie Wenzhuo said, with a smile on his face, he got up and made the case a little darker: "A few days ago, His Majesty caught wind and cold, and the teaching stopped for a long time, and now it should continue... How does Your Majesty want to start today?"

Yanji: "..."

The topic was changing so quickly that I was caught off guard.

He rubbed his nose: "This... just follow Taifu's wishes."

Xie Wenzhuo responded with a smile, and took out the scroll.

I don't know if it's Yan Ji's illusion, but he always feels that Xie Wenzhuo's eyes are more seductive than ever before.

So this night was destined to be a night of mutual flirtation to the extreme. When Xie Wenzhuo had fulfilled his duty of precept and deed, the lights on the desk were only slightly shaking. Xie Wenzhuo got up and turned off the light, and quietly After waiting for a long time, she gave a kiss and left.

Yan Jihong was left lying on the couch pretending to sleep with her ears tipped, but couldn't sleep for a long time.

……

After the emperor's banquet was over, the big officials from all directions returned to the bottom of the seal, and the nine kingdoms also returned to Beijing.

Yanji had been sending people to keep an eye on Yun Muzhi's movements, and finally learned that the latter returned to Chifang with the envoys, and never left the inn halfway.

Yan Ji felt that it was not that simple.

But no matter what, Yanji Jingyun Muzhi was a man who dared to go out of Beijing when the court was unstable during his enthronement year.

Gradually, the winter moon came to an end, and the plum blossoms in Xuanjing Palace reached the most beautiful season, and there was another heavy snowfall. After the snow, the year was approaching, and the affairs of the court suddenly became busy.

Yan Ji didn't know what was going on with Yan Zhou and Yun Muzhi, so he picked some things and asked Yan Zhou to handle them.Yan Zhou has done these things very well, if it is based on his previous IQ, it is absolutely impossible.

But after investigation, since the last banquet, Yan Zhou did not communicate with Chifangguo again.

This is really strange.

After nearly half a month like this, there is still no clue in Prince Lin's Mansion, the only thing that is somewhat different is that Yan Zhou was caught with a severe wind and cold.

When receiving the news, Yan Ji was sitting tightly wrapped up by the charcoal fire watching Xie Wenzhuo's painting, and raised his eyebrows and smiled when he heard it: "This is a good opportunity."

Xie Wenzhuo put down his pen and looked over.

"Everyone in the court knows that I and Uncle Wang have always been close. He is bedridden at this moment. How can I do nothing?" Yan Ji lowered his eyebrows to see the flames dancing in the charcoal stove, and raised his hand to throw the paper in his hand. , opened his mouth lightly when the ashes caught his eyes.

"It's also time to go to his side and take a good walk."