I'm still so majestic

Yan Ji was shocked.

Who is Fu Zhihuai?

In a word-thick skin is invincible.

So Yan Ji never imagined that one day he could actually see the shy expression on Fu Zhihuai's face.

Yan Ji looked at Fu Zhihuai.

The shy Prime Minister lowered his eyes slightly: "Your Majesty, I do have one more thing."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and the shyness on his face became even heavier: "I have longed for someone, and hoped to marry him, but that person didn't know what I wanted, so he wrote a poem and planned to send it to me." , It’s just the first time to compose a poem, I don’t know if it’s suitable, I hope Your Majesty will take a look.”

Yanji: "..."

Do you want me to take care of this kind of thing?

But as a Mingjun, thinking about the old friendship again, Yanji felt that it is not impossible to care about the lifelong affairs of his subjects occasionally, and sighed: "Bring it."

Fu Zhihuai responded, the corners of his lips curved into a beautiful arc, and he took out a letter from his arms and handed it over. Yan Ji took it and found that the letter was still stained with the fragrance of pear blossoms.

Very boring.

Yan Ji opened the letterhead, thinking it was just an ordinary Fengyue poem, but when she looked down, she was immediately shocked by the scale of it.

This poem is written... really...

It's too rippling.

Yan Ji couldn't help but look up.

Fu Zhihuai stood in front of him: his eyes were full of hope: "How does your Majesty feel?"

In fact, it's hard to say a word, but considering the face of the courtier, Yan Ji still opened his mouth against his conscience: "I think it's very... not bad."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Zhihuai's eyes were suddenly filled with light spots, like spring flowers blooming.

Yan Ji suddenly felt that his conscience was worth it, and he lowered his head and continued to read. The more he looked, the more he realized that if the Prime Minister did not become the Prime Minister, he could make a living by writing some vivid picture books on the street.

After reading it, Yan Ji put down the letter in his hand, feeling very complicated in his heart.

Fu Zhihuai's eyes curled up: "Your Majesty?"

Yan Ji was silent for a few seconds, and then said with difficulty: "If your sweetheart sees it, you will be able to get a glimpse of what you want to... get married with him."

"So, I'm relieved." Fu Zhihuai smiled, with a happy and satisfied expression, his eyes seemed to be shining like stars, and they looked rippling.

Seeing Fu Zhihuai like this, and thinking of the shameful love poem he just read, Yan Ji suddenly had a deeper understanding of his indecency, and after a moment of silence, asked: "Is there anything else the Prime Minister wants to do?"

Fortunately, Fu Zhihuai did not show any unbelievable expressions this time, and stood up: "There is nothing else, Your Majesty, the weather is getting late, so I will take my leave first."

Yan Ji let out a sigh of relief.Fu Zhihuai bowed and saluted, then turned and left the door with a smile on his lips.

Seeing his disappearance, Yan Ji heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his head and suddenly found that the prime minister's love poems were still on the table and had not been taken away.

Sending someone back to send a letter is a bit of a fuss, Yanji thought about it, and decided to put it away first and return it to the prime minister next time.Thinking of this, he reached out and took the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope. He couldn't help but see the shameful content in it, and his mood suddenly became a little complicated.

Terrible.

Yan Ji secretly sighed in his heart, put the letter paper aside, and didn't take it too seriously when he calmed down. After all, the prime minister has always been used to being unruly, and it is understandable to put things that are hard to explain on him. .

Yan Ji lowered his head and smiled, and took the unfinished memorials again, and approved them one by one, and when the memorials on the case were finished, the sky outside also darkened.

Shao He stood beside him: "Your Majesty, it's time for dinner."

Yan Ji hummed, approved the last memorial and put down his pen.Shao He went forward to tidy up the scattered memorials, turned around and took the cloak Yan Ji tied it on, and took the warm hand stove and put it in his hand, and then went forward to open the door.

In early spring, the wind blew up again at night, and I felt a chill when I went out.

Yan Ji didn't have a chariot of God, so he walked slowly towards the Xuanjing Palace, Shao He also followed beside him, turned his head to look at Yan Ji from time to time, stopped talking a few times, and said, "Your Majesty, what you did today is truly amazing." Is it appropriate?"

"Ok?"

"The people's hearts are unpredictable after all. His Majesty already knows about it, but the prime minister..." Shao He hesitated, and said, "Can you really believe it?"

Hearing this, Yan Ji's peachy eyes slightly raised: "I'm not in a hurry, but you are worried."

Shao He lowered his head and pinched the corner of his clothes.

Yan Ji looked at his fluffy hair, couldn't help but reached out and rubbed it, and when the latter raised his head in a daze, he said, "Shao He, do you think the prime minister looks good?"

Although he was a bit puzzled about Yanji's question, Shao He still replied seriously: "Fu Xiang is the most beautiful in all the capitals, so he is naturally good-looking."

"When do you think the Prime Minister looked the best?"

"..."

Shao He thought about it for a while, and felt that there was too much to say.

Yan Ji just laughed: "Then do you know when the prime minister looks the best in my eyes?"

Shao He honestly shook his head.

In Yan Ji's eyes, there are two times when Fu Zhihuai looks the best.

One is that during the hardest days before Chifang Kingdom broke the capital, there was no one in the court, Fu Zhihuai, as a civil servant, invited himself out of the capital to defend against the enemy, and returned in the mud countless times, covered in a mess, but looked at it with a pair of bright and startling eyes. He, he said, was lucky to live up to his fate.

The second is the night when the Chifang Kingdom broke the capital, Yanji was trapped in the Xuanjing Palace and was burned in a fire. After his death, his soul temporarily stayed in the capital and wandered around the capital. When he saw the surviving officials of the court fleeing or surrendering to the enemy, only Fu Zhihuai stood on the tower with a sword , with blood and tears in his eyes.

Twice, there was no youthful flair, nor high-spiritedness, only embarrassment and vicissitudes, but it was Fu Zhihuai's best appearance in Yan Ji's eyes.

How can such a person be untrustworthy?

Yan Ji smiled softly.

After not hearing His Majesty's voice for a long time, Shao He approached unconsciously, but only heard a chuckle in the past, raised his eyes, and saw Yan Ji was looking down at him, his eyes were unbelievably beautiful.

When was the prime minister's best appearance, but there is no more text.

Shao He tilted his head in a daze, a little dazed.

Yan Ji reached out and tapped his forehead, and smiled: "Go back."

When Shao He came back to his senses, there was only a little black figure left in front of him.

Shao He hurriedly followed, and whispered beside Yan Ji: "Your Majesty, don't walk so fast because the wind is strong today. You will have to go to court early tomorrow. It will be bad if you get caught in the cold wind. Doctor Zheng said that you have to take good care of yourself. Serious illness You can't be self-willed when you get better."

"Your Majesty, are you hungry? It's a good time to make peach blossom cakes at this time. After some time, the fruit will bear fruit. Let Mammy make some candied fruit. Your Majesty will definitely like it. But you can't eat too much. No matter how much you like, you should eat it in moderation. not to be weak."

"Also, I'm going to start drinking medicine tonight. You must drink it well. Although the medicine prescribed by Zheng Taiyi is bitter, the effect is still very good...Your Majesty, please hold the stove tightly. Why is the cloak strap loose again? Your Majesty ……His Majesty?"

"..."

Yan Ji walked in front, sighing silently.

Shaohe is good everywhere, but the habit of chattering can never be changed.

……

The Xuanjing Hall is not far from the Imperial Study Room, and after walking about a cup of tea, the outline of the sleeping hall can be seen from a distance.

Shao He talked all the way, but now he stopped and silently followed Yan Ji.Yan Ji stepped onto the steps, and the palace servants standing outside the hall bowed their heads and saluted: "Your Majesty."

Yan Ji waved his hand and called them to pass the meal, and walked in.

There were lamp stands on all sides of the outer hall, and the lights were brightly lit. Yan Ji never liked bright lights, so he ordered Shao He to turn off most of the lights, and went to the inner hall to change the court clothes. A lamp on the table in the dark inner sanctuary is like a bean, dim and peaceful,

Yan Ji looked sideways along the oil lamp on the table, and was taken aback for a moment.

I saw a person standing by the window, with long hair like black ink, looking down at the peach blossoms outside and smiling, wearing a black robe with dark patterns on his body, tall and tall, with picturesque eyes. In a gentle manner, he bowed: "Your Majesty."

Xie Wenzhuo, Mrs. Xie.

Today happened to be the end of his day's rest when he went home to take care of himself.

Seeing the most trusted old friend in the past, Yan Ji didn't feel restrained, and hummed: "Teacher likes peach blossoms?"

Xie Wenzhuo traced his eyes around, and smiled in a low voice: "Brilliant...how could anyone not like it?"

He spoke the last few words lightly, and with that look in his eyes, Yanji somehow felt that he seemed to be referring to something else. Looking over, the latter had a gentle smile, no different from usual.

Yan Ji only thought that he hadn't come out of the shock of the prime minister's love poems, everyone felt strange, so he didn't think too much, chatted with Xie Wenzhuo for a while, went to the screen and changed into regular clothes, After he came out, Xie Wenzhuo looked up, and the depths of his eyes were suddenly stained with joy.

This bit of joy is hidden so deep that other people can hardly see it even if they look closely, but Yanji lived with him in the same palace for eight years in his last life, so he can see through his emotions at a glance.

But where does this joy come from?

Yan Ji lowered his head to look at himself, and after looking at it for a moment, he felt that there was no difference. It was very common for the emperor to wear a black background with gold patterns, and there was nothing pleasing about it at all.

And while Yan Ji was looking at himself, Shao He's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the dinner has been served."

Yan Ji responded, and raised her head to look at Xie Wenzhuo who had the usual expression.

"Let's go, Taifu."

The author has something to say:

small theater.

#Prime Minister and Your Majesty's Peak Showdown#

Fu Zhihuai: "I can write articles."

Yan Ji: "I will be reborn."

Fu Zhihuai: "The minister is famous in the capital."

Yan Ji: "I will be reborn."

Fu Zhihuai: "The beauty of my minister is known to the world."

Yan Ji: "I will be reborn."

Fu Zhihuai: "I can write dirty articles."

Yanji: "..."

I lost.