I'm still so majestic

Prince Lin's Mansion is located on the north side of Pingchuan Street in the capital.

It was noon when Yan Ji and Xie Wenzhuo arrived, and there were already people waiting respectfully outside the palace.He led the two into the palace, and when they walked along the blue stone road, they saw green pines on the rockery, covered with red plums, and many seasonal flowers under the eaves. Even though it was the cold winter, their anger had not diminished.

Yan Ji looked at it and felt that it was better than Xuanjing Palace.

Go to the end of Qingshi Road, turn around and go through the corridor to the master bedroom.

The servant standing by the door bowed and saluted, Yan Ji walked in slowly, and as soon as he opened the door, he smelled a bitter smell.

Yan Zhou leaned against the head of the bed weakly, his face was pale and tired from illness, when he saw Yan Ji, he struggled to get up and salute.

According to the routine, at this time the emperor should step forward to support him without courtesy to express his sympathy. He never thought that Yan Ji would stand in front of him and look at him with a smile, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Yan Zhou: "..."

Yan Zhou gritted his teeth and saluted with difficulty, and when he got up, sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

Yan Ji stepped forward to help him up: "Uncle Wang is still sick, so just ignore these vain etiquettes, and the body is the priority."

As he said that, he glanced at Xie Wenzhuo again, and reprimanded him: "I just lost my mind for a while and didn't think carefully, and the Taifu didn't say to remind me, so don't do this in the future."

Xie Wenzhuo bowed: "It's my negligence."

Only then did Yan Ji look at Yan Zhou: "I heard that Uncle Wang was suffering from a cold, so I came over to have a look. Uncle Wang still feels unwell?"

Yan Zhou leaned back again: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. After taking the medicine, I feel much better now. I think I will recover soon."

"That's good." Yan Ji smiled relaxedly: "Uncle Wang is resting and recovering from his illness. There is no need to worry too much. In short, the court is considered stable now, and there will be no mistakes if Uncle Wang is not around."

These words sounded like relief, but they said explicitly and secretly that Yan Zhou was dispensable.

Yan Zhou's face darkened, and he looked up. Yan Ji stood in front of the couch and bowed his head, looking over with a pair of peach blossom eyes, full of pure care and worry.

If it was in the past, Yan Zhou would definitely be secretly proud of him because he relied on his appearance so much, but now he knows that he is acting, and the resentment and anger of being played by others in the middle of applause suddenly surged into his heart, and the kind-hearted expression that he barely held on was a little bit unsustainable go down.

But Yan Ji didn't give up: "Is Uncle Wang feeling unwell? Why is his face turning paler... Tai Tu, Xuan Tai Physician is here."

Yan Zhou pulled a forced smile from the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, Your Majesty, but I am fine, so there is no need to..."

Before he could say anything after that, he heard Yan Ji speak again: "I was taken care of by Uncle Wang when I was sick, comatose, and assassinated. My heart is not at ease, and Uncle Wang doesn't want to see outside... Grand Tutor, go and come back quickly."

Xie Wenzhuo responded properly, turned around and walked out.

Seeing that there was no room for this matter, Yan Zhou's eyes darkened, and he winked at the chief steward next to him calmly, and the latter understood, and retreated silently.

Seeing this in his eyes, Yan Ji lowered his head and smiled, and casually dealt with Yan Zhou.

Yan Zhou endured the cold and sickness to deal with him, secretly pondered Yan Ji's words carefully, and found that the latter's words seemed to be unintentional, but in fact they were hidden in every word, and if he was a little careless, he would fall into the trap he had set up.

It sounds like he is already unwilling to do even more whitewashing.

Yan Zhou's heart shuddered, and his words became more cautious.After a while, there was a knock on the door outside, and Yan Zhou responded, and in a moment, he saw the chief steward who had just left hurried in, whispering something in his ear, with a bit of trouble on his face.

Yan Ji looked at them with a smile: "But what happened?"

Yan Zhou waved his hand to make the chief steward retreat, and smiled: "It's nothing, but the servants in the mansion have some troubles, which made His Majesty laugh."

"If that's the case, you should be disciplined and disciplined." Yan Ji glanced at him with a half-smile, "There's a difference between the upper and lower levels, and what's in the middle isn't something that can be passed just by saying it."

Hearing this, Yan Zhou's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at Yan Ji who raised his eyebrows and smiled, his expression was confused, he was a little dazed when he spoke, but he didn't know what to think of for a long time, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyes also changed. Returning to the original place, the confidence was obviously much stronger when he spoke.

Such a change is naturally wrong.

Yan Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly heard the door being knocked again, tilted his head, and saw Xie Wenzhuo walking in calmly, with a young imperial physician behind him.

Seeing the imperial physician, Yan Ji stood up and said, "Uncle Wang, the wind and cold seems to be a bit serious this time, and the imperial physician needs to take care...Uncle Wang, since the imperial physician has arrived, I won't stay here any longer. This is a big deal, so don’t send it away.”

Yan Zhou straightened up and agreed.

Yan Ji stopped looking at him, and walked out with Xie Wenzhuo.

The snow outside has not yet disappeared, but the sunlight is not bad, shining in harmony, and it is very peaceful.

Yan Ji tightened his cape: "How?"

"The two secret rooms in the study have been entered, and the latest letter on it is also before the Qianqiu Banquet, and the content inside is not different from what His Majesty guessed before." Xie Wenzhuo said: "I haven't found the others yet."

Yan Ji raised his eyes: "Does that mean you got nothing?"

Xie Wenzhuo gave a low hum.

"Don't be nervous, it's normal. I'm afraid he and Yun Muzhi had expected that I would come and made preparations in advance." Yan Ji said, "But I'm very strange. I said that Bo Xia was all relying on Yun Muzhi. Guess, without any evidence, does the Taifu have no doubts at all?"

Xie Wenzhuo's brows and eyes were gentle: "For Your Majesty, no matter what, I just believe it, and there is no need to think about other things."

I don't know if it's because of some unspoken thoughts of his own, but Yanji always feels that these words don't sound like words of loyalty from a courtier, but more like...a promise between lovers.

He raised the corner of his eyes and looked over, and the person being looked at looked calm: "I didn't get anything today, what is your majesty's plan in the future?"

Hearing this, Yan Ji thought about it for a while, touched his chin: "I think the tea from Wangfu tastes good."

"Ok?"

"It's a pity that such a good tea can't be drunk often. It's better to go there every day, drink tea, and then show concern for Yan Zhou. It's the best of both worlds." Yan Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "And now Doing some tricks in the medicinal materials, so that his illness will last longer without being found out, this kind of thing must be thoughtful, right?"

Xie Wenzhuo nodded with a softer expression.

Yanji stopped making trouble with him and went out of the alley.

In front of you is Hirakawa Main Street.

People come and go everywhere, the aroma of wine and the faint sweetness of plum cake slowly settle in the air, melt into the faces of passers-by and turn into peaceful smiles, bit by bit, reflecting a peaceful and prosperous world.

This is what the emperors of Daqi have exhausted their efforts.

Now such a burden rests on Yan Ji.

With light in Yan Ji's eyes, he walked slowly along the street with Xie Wenzhuo. After walking across the white bridge, he suddenly heard a commotion all around. Many people gathered together and walked towards the south of the city. With green and lingering.

After recalling it carefully, Yan Ji didn't think of any celebrations today, so she couldn't help being curious, and happened to see a person walking there, and followed him and asked, "Is there any happy event today? Why are you all going to the south of the city?" ?”

The man bowed his head and smiled shyly: "It's not really a happy event, but the Yuelao Temple in the south of the city will open the back hall every year on this day, and there is a marriage tree that is a hundred years old, which is said to be very efficacious, so there is no marriage on this day. All men and women will go there, if you have a sweetheart, it's great, if you don't... it's good to ask for a thought."

After he finished the last word, his face blushed again, looking at the unexpected innocence.

Yan Ji smiled with his eyes bent, let him go after thanking him, and glanced in Xie Wenzhuo's direction in a blink of an eye.

The latter understood his thoughts very well, and asked softly: "Your Majesty wants to go and have a look."

Yan Ji said that he was upright: "The common people only draw something that they want to think about. What's so interesting about it?"

Xie Wenzhuo looked indulgent: "I really want to see it, but I feel lonely going alone. I wonder if it is such an honor to invite His Majesty to accompany you?"

Yan Ji looked up at him, the latter was smiling, his dark eyes were filled with tenderness, so soft that it was unbelievable.

Being looked at by such eyes, Yan Ji's heart also softened, and the end of his eyes slightly hooked: "Then let's go."

Xie Wenzhuo responded with a deep smile, and calmly accompanied Yan Ji and walked towards the stream of people with him.

The south of the city is not far away. After walking for about a stick of incense, there are more and more people around, and there is a faint scent of incense in the air. At the end of the incense is a giant tree with branches stretching nearly ten meters. There are many red silk cloths with names written on it. and wooden sign.

The two walked over one after the other, and an old monk was standing under the tree. When he saw Yan Ji approaching, he smiled kindly and said, "Young master, are you looking for marriage?"

Young Master Yan touched his nose and nodded.

The old monk smiled, reached out and handed over two wooden signs tied with red cloth, turned and left.

Yan Ji took the sign in his hand and looked at it: "...how does this work?"

Xie Wenzhuo looked uncertain, looked around, and finally fell on a stone tablet with inscriptions under the tree.

"Marriage tree, marriage card." Xie Wenzhuo said: "If you still don't have a sweetheart, just write your name on a wooden board and wait for a good match."

"If you have a sweetheart but haven't revealed it, it's also a piece, but you have to write the sweetheart's name on the back."

"If the hearts are already connected, it is two wooden cards. After writing the name of the other party, tie the marriage cards together. The tighter the knot, the more it shows the determination of this life."

Yan Ji looked down at the two marriage cards handed over by the old monk, and blinked.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled gently: "It would be embarrassing to go over and change at this time. The two pieces are separated. If Your Majesty minds, then I..."

My Tai Tuo's tactic of retreating to advance and play hard to get is very smooth.

Yan Ji thought so in his heart, with a look of indifference on his face: "It's okay, it doesn't make any difference after all if they are separated, there is no need to change."

As he said that, he gave Xie Wenzhuo a piece of the sign, borrowed a pen and ink from the side, and wrote it down stroke by stroke.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled, and borrowed a brush from the other side.After finishing writing, Yan Ji hesitated for a moment while holding the sign, and said: "I heard that the higher the sign of marriage, the more effective it will be. I'm not good at martial arts, so I'm going to trouble the master... don't peek."

"Okay." Xie Wenzhuo responded, stretched out his hand to take the sign, his body moved slightly, and his whole body fluttered to the top, and the black robe fluttered in the wind, falling into the eyes of the people under the tree, as if startled .

He didn't stay for long, and soon stood back beside Yanji. Yanji looked up, but his sight was blocked by many marriage cards below, and he couldn't see clearly.

He turned to look at Xie Wenzhuo: "Where is it hung?"

"The highest point."

Yan Ji was satisfied, and originally wanted to ask Xie Wenzhuo if he was doing other things, but after thinking about it in such a short time, it would be too hypocritical to ask, so he didn't say anything.

They walked around Yuelao Temple again, and when they learned that there would be fireworks at night, they gave up the idea of ​​going back and stopped at a nearby teahouse.

People come and go outside the teahouse, the breeze gently blows over the marriage tree, and the wooden signs collide with each other amidst the chaos of red silk.

Only the two marriage cards tied in knots at the top hang there for a long time.