I'm still so majestic

The winter of this year was extremely long, and the imperial city was still covered with snow in the spring.When the new greenery gradually rises around, and it is late spring again, the city is full of wind and wind chasing the paper kites in the sky and falling into other people's houses, and the crabapple flowers bloom and wither, and it will be another year of late autumn.

Half a year is a snap of the fingers.

On October 27th, Shao He got up early and put the charcoal stove in the corner, and carefully closed the doors and windows tightly. Er Gouzi followed his feet and shook his ears. When he felt that the time was about the same, he saw Shao He point After shaking his head, he happily ran to the inner hall, stretched out his claws, pushed open the door, and threw himself on the couch.

Yan Ji was caught off guard by a group of furry objects and woke up, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to pat, Er Gouzi whimpered under his hands, caught sight of Yan Ji frowning from the corner of his eye, then froze, and lay there pitifully Not daring to say a word.

He didn't see His Majesty come out, Shao He walked over to see, couldn't help laughing, stepped forward to lift Er Gouzi off, and bent down: "Your Majesty, breakfast is ready, and I have to go to court today, it's time to get up. "

After saying this three times in a row, Yan Ji opened his eyes hazily. The peach-blossom eyes were full of sleepiness and looked over. I'm used to being around him, and my heart skipped a beat.

He hastily turned his eyes away, and when Yan Ji raised his head again, Yan Ji had closed his inner coat, and he came back to his senses: "Your Majesty, how about wearing that outer robe with bamboo leaf embroidery on the left cuff today?"

"If I'm not wrong, it was the Taifu who agreed with you in advance." Yan Ji smiled: "The Taifu wore the robe with bamboo leaf embroidery on the right cuff, didn't it?"

Shao He smiled a little shyly, nodded slightly, and Yan Ji smiled even more: "Then this one."

After breakfast, Yan Ji left for the Hall of Supreme Harmony. He arrived a little later. When he entered the hall, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty had already bowed down. He sat down on the Nine Dragon Seat, and looked down to see Xie Wenzhuo. The latter stood on the side with a gentle face, nodding to each other calmly when the officials bowed their heads, Yan Ji understood, and waved his hands to calm down the officials.

This year is a year of auspicious snow, and the harvest in the four directions is very good. There is no flood in the south, no plague in the north, no enemies on the four sides, and eight passes to protect the peace of the border. Occasionally, some disturbances will subside very quickly. Anping.

However, Yan Ji knew that no matter how smooth things were now, it was just a whitewash on the surface.

Prince Duan has ulterior motives, and secretly wins over the capital and the surrounding aristocratic families. These aristocratic families have been under the influence of their ancestors for many years, and they don't like to be flexible. With so few achievements, the aristocratic family that had been holding a wait-and-see attitude in Beijing once again set their sights on him.

In addition, there is Yun Muzhi, although there has been no news about him since he left the capital, the poisonous snakes dormant in the depths are the deadliest.

As Yan Ji thought about it, he suddenly heard Mrs. Su coughing from below. He came back to his senses, and looked down to see Wei Rong who was standing in the front to speak. He smiled, as if I had been listening very seriously: "What Wei Qing said is very reasonable, let's do it like this."

Wei Rong responded, bowed and retreated, Mrs. Su gave Yanji a glance with a fox-like smile, the face of the person being looked at was cultivated under the influence of Mrs. Xie, and she looked back frankly, and then became more calm when she was distracted.

After half an hour, go down.

Yan Ji didn't walk towards the Xuanjing Palace after leaving the Grand Hall, but walked out of the palace gate.

Today is Fu Zhihuai's birthday, although he didn't say it clearly, but he would mention it in front of Yan Ji intentionally or not, and he didn't hide his thoughts at all.On the surface, Yan Ji pretended not to understand and let him worry, but he had already prepared all the things in secret, and he also found He Ji by the way, waiting for today.

Waiting for He Ji at the gate of the palace, Er Gouzi bowed his head to the beauty forces, and followed cheekily with his ears shaking.The three of them took a furry animal all the way to the Prime Minister's Mansion, without letting the waiter inform them, they quietly went to the backyard. Just as they went, they saw Fu Zhihuai standing in the depths of the hibiscus with his head bowed, and his back was filled with deep sadness among the flowers. .

Yan Ji's heart froze, and he looked at the white shadow beside him, Er Gouzi was so stupid and sweet that he couldn't say anything under the temptation of beauty, his eyes were shining and he ran towards Fu Zhihuai.

Hearing the movement behind him, Fu Zhihuai turned around, saw them while Er Gouzi was throwing him down among the flowers, he was taken aback, then raised his eyebrows and laughed: "You came here empty-handed, tsk, He Changxin is hard to care about, but this dead face , blinded a skin that can still be seen in vain."

"You are indispensable." Yan Ji glanced at him: "Don't pretend to be dead on the ground, get up quickly, there is nothing on the table, there is no such thing as hospitality."

Fu Zhihuai smiled, stood up and walked out of the flowers, called someone to serve wine and dishes, and specially ordered to make a plate of chicken for Er Gouzi. The little animals who were fed were grateful, and felt that Fu Zhihuai was kind and kind, and it would be impossible to die by rubbing against his legs refused to go.

Fu Zhihuai poked its forehead and sneered: "Heartless, like your master."

Xie Wenzhuo narrowed his eyes before Yanji opened his mouth: "I think it likes you very much, why don't you raise it."

He Ji still nodded silently on the side.

Seeing that a good banquet was about to turn into a Shura field, Yan Ji suddenly felt bitter. His daily routine for the past six months has basically been like this, or in fact it has always been like this, but he didn't understand it before, so he didn't pay attention to it. Now I know each other's thoughts clearly in my heart, and my mood is very complicated.

Forget about Xie Wenzhuo and Fu Zhihuai, He Ji has shown signs of collapse these months.He is not as explicit as the first two, but there is enough in his eyes that Yan Ji cannot ignore it.

I watch the affairs of the world.

A word does not agree with Shura field.

This kind of life has passed for a long time, and Yan Ji also feels that something is wrong, but he has to investigate the reasons behind it, whether it is the jade pendant He Ji took out or the promise he made to him, he never remembers such a thing happening.

As for Fu Zhihuai, although he showed a gesture of letting go during the New Year's Eve, but this kind of thing can't be said to be let go, he has no choice but to wait slowly, hoping that Fu Zhihuai can figure it out one day.

Yan Ji picked up the wine glass: "Mingcheng, after today you will be one year older, I wish you a successful new year and peace and happiness."

"I accept your auspicious words." Fu Zhihuai said, He Ji and Xie Wenzhuo also toasted together, and the three of them lost their restraint after drinking a few glasses together. Toast.

The dishes were heated three times, and the wine was served five times. Yan Ji drank until his cheeks were flushed. He felt that the room was a little hot, so he wanted to go out to get some air. Xie Wenzhuo wanted to follow, but he heard the sound of ceramics breaking behind him. Looking back, I was speechless for a while.

Fu Zhihuai pulled He Ji to mutter what he was talking about, and his expression was not good, but the latter listened with a blank expression from the beginning to the end, and finally looked at him lightly: "You are very noisy, and you drool a lot."

Not to mention Fu Zhihuai, Yan Ji felt itchy when he heard it.

So Xie Wenzhuo was finally left to blend, or in other words, fight.

Yan Ji walked out of Fu Zhihuai's courtyard, and stopped at the gazebo. There was a lake below, and koi could be seen faintly in the water.Yan Ji looked at it for a while, then picked up some fish food from the stone table and fed it. After a while, he felt much clearer, turned around, and suddenly saw a person standing behind him, looking at him indifferently.

It's old prime minister Fu, Fu Xingzhang.

Yan Ji was taken aback, looking at Fu Xingzhang's appearance, he didn't know how long he had been standing behind him, he felt a little strange, but he didn't show it, and called: "Old Prime Minister Fu."

"Your Majesty." Fu Xingzhang saluted: "Just now I was paying homage to my deceased wife in the ancestral hall. When I came out, I saw someone from a distance. I came to see that it was Your Majesty. I also saw that Your Majesty seemed to be meditating. I didn't bother you. Please forgive me if there is any disturbance."

"Uncle is serious." Yan Ji smiled: "Today is Mingcheng's birthday, so I'll come and see. Uncle doesn't have to be too formal. When the late emperor was alive, he said that he wanted me to treat you as a relative. I have always remembered it all these years." on."

Yan Ji didn't use me, and called him uncle again, with the attitude of a junior, Fu Xingzhang also laughed: "Okay, then I will rely on the old to sell the old... Although I have not been in the government and the public these years, I have heard a lot about the capital. Qingruo can feel at ease knowing that you are like this New Year's Eve."

After all, he looked at Yanji: "Your eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Yixian, but this charm is exactly the same as Yinqing's, which makes me feel a little bit nostalgic for my old friend, why don't you just walk around with me, how about it?"

Yan Ji nodded, and followed him out of the gazebo. They walked around the Prime Minister's Mansion, talking very little, and occasionally Fu Xingzhang spoke a few words, talking about his youth with the late emperor, and walked step by step. At the ancestral hall, the door that should have been closed was half open.

Yan Ji glanced at it casually, and saw a memorial tablet in a trance. Incense was still burning in front of the tablet, and it was obvious that someone had just worshiped it.

He subconsciously wanted to see the name on the tablet, and glanced at it. As soon as he caught sight of the outline, Fu Xingzhang stepped forward and locked the door, and turned his head with a flat face: "I just paid homage to my dead wife. I am old and have a bad memory, so I forgot to lock the door. Your Majesty, don't care."

Yan Ji responded, but felt that something was wrong. He remembered that the late prime minister's wife's boudoir name was two characters, but the name on the tablet was three characters.

Or maybe his quick glance was wrong.

This is a trivial matter. Yan Ji didn't think too much about it, so it's okay to say it, and he and Fu Xingzhang continued to move forward. After walking for a while, they saw Fu Zhihuai's courtyard from a distance. Fu Xingzhang stopped in front of the courtyard and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for going Along the way, I have gained a lot of comfort in my heart.”

When he was talking, Fu Zhihuai happened to come out of the yard and was a little surprised to see Fu Xingzhang: "Father."

After calling, he looked at Yan Ji: "Yan Xiaojiu, where have you been, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mingcheng, don't be rude." Fu Xingzhang reprimanded: "Such an old man still doesn't look serious. People as old as you in Beijing have already married, but you are still a loafer. A few days ago Ms. Chen who asked you to meet, do you have any contact recently?"

Yan Ji almost didn't laugh for a while.

It is also terrifying to see Fu Zhihuai being forced to marry in his lifetime.

Fu Zhihuai seemed to have already gained experience, and when Fu Xingzhang just started to talk, he lowered his head, with the appearance of 'admitting mistakes when you know it, and never repenting'.Fu Xingzhang naturally understood his temperament, and didn't bother to say anything, but sighed before leaving: "You... Forget it, let's see each other's fortune."

After Fu Xingzhang left, Fu Zhihuai still lowered his head. Yanji watched the forced marriage and the forced marriage intact, a little embarrassed, stepped forward to pat him: "Don't think about it, go, go in."

Fu Zhihuai nodded, and went back to the yard with him in silence.