I'm still so majestic

A few days later, the snow and ice scattered in the corners of the imperial city completely melted, and the sky became warmer.

The New Year's Eve is approaching, Xie Wenzhuo is extremely busy, and he can only come back when it is almost nightfall all day long, but although the time we spend together is much shorter, the tacit understanding and continuation after the mutual understanding is never comparable to that at any time before .

This morning, when Yan Ji opened his eyes, Xie Wenzhuo was about to go out. Seeing his laziness after waking up, he smiled and stretched out his hand to brush the hair behind his ear: "Are you awake?"

Yan Ji lazily hummed: "Why is it so early today?"

"It's going to be busy soon, but it won't be long." Xie Wenzhuo said: "Besides, as long as I have done all these things well, the adults will not have to say much, and your majesty can rest assured Some, take a good rest."

Yanji's eyes twitched unconsciously.

After the third heavy snowfall in the capital, it was freezing cold outside, so he found a name to take a rest, and by the way, he asked Shao He to stop the ministers who came to Xuanjing Palace, and he didn't listen to what was going on outside the window. Very capricious.

So all the court affairs fell on Xie Wenzhuo.

Knowing that Xie Wenzhuo is so busy now that he cannot escape, Yan Ji rubbed his nose and looked at him with some guilt: "So, go early and return early."

"Okay." Xie Wenzhuo agreed, and suddenly leaned close to Yanji's cheek: "Then, before the minister goes out, should His Majesty express something?"

Alas.

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows: "How do you want me to express it?"

Before the ending of the last word disappeared, I felt a warm touch on the end of my eyes, and Xie Wenzhuo's deep voice sounded in my ear: "That's it."

The kiss fell on the cheek again.

"Again."

He was very skilled in playing hooligans, Yan Ji was taken aback for a moment, and before he could react, he heard a chuckle in his ear, a slender hand slowly caressed his hair, then pulled it down, and his lips and teeth met.

This kiss lasted for a long time, and when it was over, Xie Wenzhuo took a step back with a smile on his face: "Sure enough, this is the best, Your Majesty, I will definitely come back earlier today."

"...You don't have to come back today."

Xie Wenzhuo seemed to have never heard of it, and when Yan Ji was not paying attention, he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips. Then he turned and walked out with a satisfied expression, leaving Yan Ji watching his back, speechless for a long while, but still couldn't help it Laughed under his breath.

I underestimated your face.

After staying on the couch with red ears for a while, Yan Ji rubbed his face and left the inner hall. When he went out, Shao He happened to come in with a bunch of plum blossoms in his arms. When he saw Yan Ji, he bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty."

Yan Ji waved his hands away, watched him put the plum blossoms into the vase on the window sill, and raised his chin: "Plum blossoms and mimosa, these two colors look quite special together."

Hearing this, Shao He looked up at the red and green on the window sill, was silent for a few seconds, lowered his head and took down the plum blossoms and put them on the table.

After finishing these, Shao He leaned over to Yan Ji: "Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood today."

"So obvious?"

Shao He nodded: "It's not just this day, it started before, it seems to be..."

He pinched his fingers and thought for a while: "Well, it seems to have started from the day the Taifu moved into the inner hall."

Old Yan Ji blushed, ashamed to face Shao He's pure and ignorant watery eyes, and simply changed the subject: "Where is Er Gouzi?"

"Just now the prime minister came and saw that His Majesty was still awake, so he said to go outside for a walk first, Er Gouzi followed."

Yanji knew that Er Gouzi's face was wrong again when he heard it, so he stood up helplessly: "I'll go and have a look."

The sun is shining outside the hall, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

Yan Ji walked down the stone steps and looked up to see Fu Zhihuai sitting under the plum tree cooking wine. Occasionally, plum blossoms fell into the wine stove, and the sweet aroma of the wine was tinged with a bit of intoxication with a sweet taste.

He stepped forward to lift the jug, and just as he was about to lift it up, Fu Zhihuai raised his eyebrows and pressed it down: "If His Majesty is allowed to drink, Shaohe may have to arrange the ministers behind the scenes, which is impossible."

He took the jug out of Yan Ji's hand and put it aside: "Your Majesty, sit down."

"You have never been so wordy before." Yan Ji sat down opposite him: "I haven't seen you recently, where have you been?"

"How can it be a wave, Yan Xiaojiu, now that you are in the ninth and fifth ranks, you have to wear elegance and nobility on your body at any time." Fu Zhihuai said, and then couldn't help laughing when he saw Yan Ji's indifferent appearance: "My father is forty My birthday is approaching, I just returned to the capital a few days ago."

This is about Fu Xingzhang.

When Fu Xingzhang was young, he entered the palace with He Qing, the father of He Ji, to accompany the prince to study. The three of them were congenial and deeply affectionate. Pen.

Yanji had heard Emperor Jianing say a lot about his childhood with Fu Xingzhang and He Ji, and the memories and nostalgia in his voice were clear at a glance. The years will never go back.

Yan Ji remembered that Fu Xingzhang hadn't returned to Beijing in previous generations, but maybe he didn't pay attention when he came back.

"Prime Minister Fu's birthday, then I should back up a generous gift earlier." Yan Ji said, and looked at Fu Zhihuai with a narrow smile: "Then have you been forced to marry by the prime minister these days?"

Fu Zhihuai glanced at him uncomfortably: "Your Majesty is very clear."

"It must be clear." Yan Ji narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I still remember when you saw a beautiful girl when you were a child, you went up and pulled her clothes and said you wanted to marry her. , I will see you once and force you to marry once, and you are now at the age of the crown, 20 years old, these four years... tsk."

Fu Zhihuai shrugged: "Your Majesty, don't forget that His Majesty was one of the people who were grabbed by the clothes and asked to marry me."

"..."

That was the first time Yan Ji met Fu Zhihuai.

He has been weak and pale since he was a child. The Empress Dowager Yixian always likes to dress him in some crimson clothes so that he can look more energetic. Coupled with those eyebrows and eyes, he really looks like a little girl if you don't look carefully.

Later, Emperor Jianing took Yan Ji to the prime minister's mansion for a banquet, and Fu Zhihuai followed the prime minister's wife. When he walked to Yan Ji's side, he turned his head to look at him for a while, and reached out his hand decisively to grab the corner of his clothes, with a very serious tone: "I am very sorry Okay, do you want to marry me when you grow up?"

Yan Ji looked bewildered, and all the adults couldn't help laughing.

Fu Zhihuai firmly grasped the corner of his clothes and would not let go. Later, he learned that Yan Ji was a man who could not marry, and cried a lot.

Simply black history.

Since then, Yan Ji has never worn crimson clothes again, and she doesn't want to recall this matter again, and she doesn't understand why Fu Zhihuai can say it without caring.

Probably because of the different thickness of the skin.

Yan Ji rubbed his nose: "Let's talk about business, I called you here today because I want you to go to the palace with me."

After all, he told Fu Zhihuai about Yun Muzhi.After listening, Fu Zhihuai frowned: "Such a big matter, Yan Xiaojiu, you actually told me now."

Yan Ji's eyes wandered: "Before this matter was taken care of by the Taifu, I actually didn't care much about it."

——Actually, it was because, later, I went to Yuelao Temple with Xie Wenzhuo to watch the fireworks, and I was caught off guard by a confession, so I forgot about it.

Fu Zhihuai was aware of Yan Ji's temperament, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then why did Your Majesty suddenly want to let the minister accompany you?"

"Isn't it because you can control the situation with your cheap mouth, and by the way, you can also anger Yan Zhou... Cough, no." Yan Ji coughed dryly: "Actually, firstly, Taifu has no time to take care of it, and secondly, Xiangfu It is the most suitable person who is careful.”

"I'm afraid I can only believe the first point." Fu Zhihuai smiled helplessly and stood up: "Your Majesty, let's go."

Yan Ji hummed, stood up, ordered Shao He to pack the wine stove outside, and went out with Fu Zhihuai.

……

Yan Zhou looked much better this time than before.

When Yan Ji walked in, he was holding a book and looking down, Wei Xian stood beside him with his head down, and the two whispered from time to time.

"Uncle Wang looks pretty good these days, and he's about to recover, not bad."

"Thanks to His Majesty, it is getting better." Yan Zhou got up and got out of bed to salute: "These days when I was sick, Your Majesty came to visit every day, and I will keep this love in my heart."

He gritted his teeth no matter what he heard.

Yan Ji pretended not to hear, stepped forward and sat down at the table, glanced at Wei Xian who was standing beside Yan, and smiled: "Mr. Wei is also here."

Wei Xian bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty."

Ever since he was seen by Yan Ji for the first time, perhaps for the purpose of probing, he was bumped into many times on purpose after that. Seeing that Yan Ji was still not suspicious, Yan Zhou gradually lost his worries, and Wei Xian appeared by his side more and more frequently. increase.

Yan Ji waved away Wei Xian's gift, and gave Fu Zhihuai a wink to leave everything to him, then sat down and drank tea with his eyes squinted.

Fu Zhihuai lived up to his reputation as a ghost in the capital when he was young, and he stood there with a smile and opened his mouth. What he said sounded like flattery, but after careful consideration, he knew that it was a sarcasm in the open and in the dark.At the beginning, Yan Zhou had a gentle face to deal with him, but later it completely turned into a forced smile.

Yanji himself sometimes felt that Fu Zhihuai's low-sounding mouth was terrible, and verbal criticism was not a problem at all.

He picked up the teacup, sat on the side and watched quietly.

After a while, seeing Fu Zhihuai's eyes showing more and more bad intentions, Yan Zhou's face became more and more serious.Yanji had seen enough of the drama, and said casually: "Mingcheng, Uncle Wang is still ill, don't make Uncle Wang too much trouble."

"It's the minister who is not thoughtful." Fu Zhihuai took a step back: "Don't blame me, my lord."

Yan Zhou couldn't express his suffering, he smashed his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach: "Of course not."

Fu Zhihuai stopped talking, and retreated to the side of Yan Ji, Yan Ji put down his teacup and got up: "I have been out for a long time, it is time to go back, Uncle Wang is good to rest, I and the prime minister will not bother you."

These words hit Yan Zhou's heart, he agreed, lifted the quilt and wanted to send them off to the bed, Yan Ji stretched out his hand and pushed him back: "Uncle Wang is not in good health yet, don't waste all your previous efforts in the cold wind...Let Mr. Wei see you off." That's it."

Yan Zhou's hands were barely noticeable and paused.

Seeing his reaction, a smile flashed across Yan Ji's eyes, and he made a decision in an instant. Before Yan Zhou could speak, he said: "Speaking of Mr. Wei, I have a good eye for him, and I want to invite him Go to the palace to stay with me for a few days, talk, I don't know Uncle Wang..."

"Reluctance?"