I'm still so majestic

Yan Zhou's face stiffened for a moment, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Why doesn't Uncle Wang speak?" Yan Ji slowly rubbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and looked over with a half-smile: "Could it be that you really don't want to part with it?"

Yan Zhou was familiar with his small movements, knew it was going to be bad, and hurriedly lowered his head: "Is it right, it's just..."

After all, he hesitated for a long time but couldn't find a suitable excuse to evade. In desperation, he had no choice but to take advantage of Yan Ji and Fu Zhihuai's inattention, and quietly glanced in Wei Xian's direction.

Wei Xian stood on the side with lowered eyebrows, and after a long while, an inexplicable smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded slightly to Yan Zhou.

Yan Zhou frowned unconsciously, but he also knew that the refusal now might make Yan Ji suspicious, so he had to compromise: "It is a great honor for me and him to be able to meet the guests of the minister's mansion, but Wei Xian is from his hometown. I'm afraid I don't understand many of the rules, if there is any offense, I hope His Majesty will not blame you."

"Don't worry about this, Uncle Wang." Yan Ji smiled slightly: "After all, I've never been an unreasonable person, have I?"

Wei Xian: "..."

Yan Zhou: "..."

Who is it that gives you your confidence?

Fu Zhihuai raised an eyebrow and smiled beside him: "Your Majesty is right."

It's what you guys are used to!

The corner of Yan Zhou's mouth twitched, and he smiled forcedly: "Yes...Since this is the case, I can rest assured."

"It's so good." Yan Ji was very satisfied, "Then I will take Mr. Wei away, and Uncle Wang will rest earlier...Mr. Wei, please."

After finishing speaking, he smiled, looked at Yan Zhou again, turned and went out the door.

The three of them went back to the Xuanjing Hall together. When they entered the hall, Shao He was standing on the window sill arranging flowers. He was very happy to see them coming back, and he stepped forward to salute: "Your Majesty."

Yan Ji hummed, took off his cloak and sat down by the charcoal stove to warm his hands, Fu Zhihuai sat down beside him, Wei Xian stood silently behind with his head bowed.

Shao He glanced at him, curious about the sudden appearance of such a large living person: "Your Majesty, this is..."

Yan Ji seemed to remember Wei Xian just now, and suddenly said: "This is the guest of the palace, Mr. Wei Xian Wei, I feel that I have a good relationship with him, and I invite him to come to the palace for a few days, and I will call him Wei from now on. It's fine, sir...you can take Mr. Wei to the apse to settle down first, don't be wronged, sir."

Hearing that he was a guest of Prince Lin's Mansion, Shao He's eyes flickered, and he quickly responded: "Yes, Mr. Wei, please."

Wei Xian bowed to thank him, and went to the apse with Shao He.

After their figures disappeared, Fu Zhihuai frowned: "Yan Xiaojiu, what you did is not proper."

Yan Ji raised his eyes casually: "What's wrong?"

"You and I know who Wei Xian is, and now you are bringing him into the Xuanjing Palace, isn't this..." Fu Zhihuai didn't know what to do with him, his mind was short-circuited by Yan Ji's willfulness, and he couldn't help it for a while. Forget what I was going to say next.

Yan Ji kindly took it for him: "Led the wolf into the house?"

"...It's good that you know." Fu Zhihuai was very worried: "Yan Xiaojiu, let me... let us worry about these twists and turns, and you can just be the little emperor who loves to laugh happily, isn't it okay? ?”

Yan Ji paused.

The little emperor who loves to laugh wantonly.

Who is worthy of someone like him who crawled out of the blood-soaked Shura Field full of corpses?

He looked at the unreserved concern in Fu Zhihuai's eyes, and unconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist with his fingers: "Mingcheng, since I am sitting in this position, I have to take care of many things, you understand."

"I understand, but..." Fu Zhihuai just said a few words, and noticed that he was useless, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, then Wuyan looked down at Yan Ji for a while, and sighed: "Forget it, anyway You have always had such a temper, and I am used to it, so I will protect you from now on."

Yan Ji rubbed his nose and smiled at him, then suddenly heard him murmur again: "Anyway, you even provoked people like Xie Wenzhuo, and compared with him, other people are honest and kind."

"..."

Why does this sound so wrong?

Yan Ji coughed dryly, and the little hypocrisy in his heart disappeared immediately: "This is what you said, how much hatred do you have with the Tai Tuo?"

"How can there be any enmity." Fu Zhihuai was very disdainful: "It's just... When I was a minister before, I made an appointment with the first emperor for three years and then became a grand tutor. Occupied."

Yan Ji couldn't understand Fu Zhihuai's brain circuit: "Then why didn't you tell me from the beginning, so that there will be no others."

It was a very common question, but Fu Zhihuai paused for a moment: "This, probably because I was too busy to remember things at that time, so forget about it... I won't mention it, after all, there are many more important things than this, such as... "

He smiled, reached out and took out a letter with the fragrance of pear blossom wood from his arms, and pushed it up.

"..."

Yan Ji felt that this was actually not important at all.

He took over the letterhead and looked down: "Speaking of which, didn't you say that you would give me a surprise after 260 nine letters? Now there are more than 260 nine letters. What about the surprise you promised? Did you forget, you Could it be that you lied to me?"

Fu Zhihuai paused: "How could I lie to you? It's only a surprise after a long time. Wait a minute, don't worry."

Yan Ji pursed her lips, obviously thinking that he was just fooling her. If it was normal, Fu Zhihuai would have started raising eyebrows to hurt him, but this time it seemed that he didn't notice it, and he looked restless. After staying for a long time, he said a long snack and left.

Yan Kong Er Gouzi was very sad, and followed Fu Zhihuai to the door and squatted down to watch his figure disappear. When he was completely out of sight, he lay down and buried his head in his paws and whimpered a few times. He was so lonely that those who heard it were sad and others cried.

The hard-hearted owner held the hand stove and turned his head to look at it, and sneered at it: "It's useless."

Xie Wenzhuo walked around Er Gouzi and came in, just when he heard what Yan Ji said, he couldn't help smiling: "What's wrong?"

He has warm eyebrows and eyes, and stands tall and tall by the door. The twilight outside is warm on his face, and the backlight blurs his facial features. Yan Ji can't see his face clearly, but he can still see his face from the vague outline Every small arc on the top.

She was good-looking, and her eyebrows were always affectionate.

Yan Ji couldn't help but stared blankly, until Xie Wenzhuo's hand touched his cheek and still couldn't react.

It seems that, in fact, he is even more worthless than Er Gouzi.

……

apse.

Shao He took Wei Xian to the room on the left and settled him down, emphatically said the rules of Xuanjing Palace, and then retreated.

Wei Xian looked around, deep thought flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't figure out what Yan Ji was thinking for a while.

He couldn't help recalling Yan Ji's cold appearance in the previous life, and thinking of his peach blossom eyes and lazy smile that were always bent all the time, his heart seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of fog.

Did Da Qiqing and Emperor... also experience rebirth?

Wei Xian has been troubled by this problem for a long time, but until now he has no clear result in his heart.

Say he is not, but his temperament has changed to be different from the same person, say he is, but the way Yanji looks at him...is too indifferent.

Will a person be so calm when facing the person whose life he personally killed with a sword before?

Wei Xian lowered his head, his eyes dimmed, and after a long while, he suddenly laughed softly.

There are some things that he can't understand, but as long as he can personally lead the army to break through the capital of Daqi, and redouble the pain and despair he has experienced in the past and return them to him, what is the need to understand those things?

Now that he is already standing here, it will be a matter of time before he grasps Yanji's weakness.

Until that day, everything will be different.

……

Yan Ji didn't know what Wei Xian was thinking. He was making plum cakes with Xie Wenzhuo in the small kitchen.

Before Yan Ji came to Daqi, he was an otaku who lived on takeaway food all day long. After coming to Daqi, he was spoiled and spoiled, and his fingers were born not to touch the spring water. Therefore, making dim sum is mainly supported by his wife, Taifu Xie.

In front of him was a small square table with dough in a porcelain bowl and dried plum blossoms in a small bowl beside it. Yan Ji poked the dough a few times and frowned: "It's sticky, how do I do this?"

Xie Wenzhuo stood beside him, skillfully tearing off a piece of dough and kneading it into shape: "First this, then..."

After following him for a few times, Yan Ji felt that this was really technical work, not suitable for him, and his brows furrowed even deeper.Seeing this, Xie Wenzhuo smiled helplessly, walked behind him and put his arms around him: "It should be like this, yes, be gentle..."

The hand was held by Xie Wenzhuo, and the warm breath was felt in the ear, Yanji's ears moved, and the heat swept over in an instant.

He lowered his head, tried his best to look reserved, and continued kneading the dough.

Thanks to Master Xie's blessing, after about half an hour, the kneaded pastry was put into the steamer. Xie Wenzhuo looked at it and said, "Steaming for about fifteen minutes is enough."

Yan Ji nodded, and stood waiting with anticipation in his eyes. Soon, there was steam in the steamer, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms brewed in the air, a sweet and lingering feeling.

His eyes lit up: "It should smell sweet but not greasy, I like it."

"Just like it." Xie Wenzhuo said, what he said before was still the appearance of a gentleman, but later he couldn't hold back his essence, and lowered his voice, "Does your majesty like it more, or do you like ministers more?"

"..."

Xie Wenzhuo smiled softly in his ear, and moved closer: "In my heart, His Majesty is unmatched."

"...Don't flirt with me with love words, I don't want to do that." Yan Ji rubbed his nose, even I forgot to use it, "You said that you, as a tutor, can't do something serious?"

"Isn't it serious to talk about love with your sweetheart?" Xie Wenzhuo looked calm.

I forgot that this is an old hooligan who lit up his serious love talk.

Yan Ji glanced at him, and continued to wait for the peach blossom cake to come out of the steamer, Xie Wenzhuo didn't bother him, and reached out to hold his hand in the palm of his hand to wait with him.

After another incense stick, Yan Ji turned his head to look at Xie Wenzhuo: "Are you ready?"

"Okay." Xie Wenzhuo said, and walked forward after speaking, still holding Yan Ji's hand with one hand, and with the other hand, he forcefully opened the lid of the steamer, and the sweet smell spread around in an instant.

Yan Ji took a small plate and picked up a piece. The white pastry was dotted with red plum petals. It looked very appetizing.

He lowered his head and took a bite, feeling the sweetness overflowing between his lips and teeth, narrowing his eyes and smiling contentedly: "Sweet, delicious."

"Is it sweet?" Xie Wenzhuo tasted it, and frowned: "It's not sweet at all."

Yan Ji looked at him indifferently, as if I knew your tricks very well: "Next, are you going to kiss me and say, um, as expected, this is the sweetest?"

Xie Wenzhuo smiled calmly: "How come?"

"No way?" Yanji raised his eyebrows and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "However, I think this is not bad."

Before the final sound of the last word fell, Yan Ji took the hand held by Xie Wenzhuo towards him suddenly, reached out and pressed his head down when the latter leaned over, and kissed him cleanly, At the end, she licked it lightly and retreated, and slowly stroked her lips with her fingers: "Sure enough, it's much sweeter than before, what do you think?"

"It's really sweet." Xie Wenzhuo's eyes darkened instantly, and he chuckled: "So... why don't we do it again?"

Yan Ji froze for a moment, before he could react, a shadow suddenly fell over his head, and at the same time, his waist was tightly encircled by hands, and his breathing was instantly sealed.

He struggled subconsciously, but he didn't break free, and felt that it was actually quite comfortable, so he simply let him go, and he could try to respond from time to time, but he still sighed inevitably in his heart.

Those who believe in routines win the world.

The old driver is sincere and does not deceive me.