I'm still so majestic

One day before Yanji’s birthday, the palace city was lit up with lights everywhere, and red silk was hung on the branches of plum blossoms. When the wind was blowing, it matched the plum blossoms on the branches. Looking at it from a distance, there was suddenly a kind of joy of wedding candles in the bridal chamber. appearance.

Yan Ji stood by the door and looked out, then turned to look at the same layout of the Xuanjing Hall, and sighed, "It's really gaudy."

Hearing what he said, Fu Zhihuai sat on the side and sneered: "In my opinion, this color suits you very well... Yan Xiaojiu, it's windy outside, don't stand by the door, you think you don't have enough wind and cold? "

Yan Ji glanced at him, turned around and sat down opposite him: "Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you'll be freezing." Fu Zhihuai pointed to the wooden box on the table, "The fox cloak I brought back from Lizhou that I mentioned yesterday, try to see if it fits?"

"You wear one every year. When is the size wrong? It fits without trying."

Yan Ji took out the cloak and started with a heavy one. He put it on and looked in front of the bronze mirror, turned around and raised his eyebrows: "How is it?"

"nice."

Fu Zhihuai and Shao He spoke in unison.

Yan Ji was also very satisfied, and stretched out his hand to touch the hair on the neckline: "I don't think this winter will be difficult, Mingcheng, you bother."

Fu Zhihuai didn't speak.

No response, Yan Ji tilted his head, Fu Zhihuai looked at him blankly, as if he was thinking about something, his eyes were heavy, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

This kind of Fu Zhihuai made Yan Ji feel an unprecedented sense of disobedience.

He frowned slightly: "Mingcheng?"

Fu Zhihuai came back to his senses, with a smile on his face again: "It's okay...it's getting late, Taifu Xie should be back too, so I won't cause trouble here, I will come earlier tomorrow to celebrate your birthday."

Yan Ji nodded: "Okay."

Fu Zhihuai smiled, turned and went out the door.

After he left, Shao He stepped forward and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Fu seems to be a little bit off."

"Ok?"

"Fu Xiang is a person who loves to laugh. He usually has a deep smile in his eyes. Although he is always smiling today, he always feels that it is forced."

"There are some."

Yan Ji's feelings are actually much more complicated than Shao He's. Compared with the forced smile, he cares more about Fu Zhihuai's eyes.

Such a decisive meaning always gives people a bad feeling.

It's useless to say these words to others, Yan Ji didn't continue talking, got up and walked to the window to water the mimosa on the window sill, Shao He went to the apse, and he came back from playing just now, all dirty Two animals, one big and one small, have bristles.

It is said that the Taifu should come back soon, but in fact, Xie Wenzhuo still disappeared until the sun went west.

Yanji had nothing to do after dinner, and walked around the hall with the little white dog in his arms. Er Gouzi rubbed against his legs with his ears shaking, staring at the little animal in Yanji's hand with bright eyes.

Yan Ji sneered in his heart, bent down and put the little white dog on its back, and walked into the side hall by himself.

Since Xie Wenzhuo lived with him, there was no one in the side hall. Although the palace staff would clean it every day, it was deserted no matter what.

Yan Ji went to sit behind the table, looked down and saw a corner of paper protruding from the side of the scroll, and pulled it out, it turned out to be the real person's little yellow picture drawn by Xie Wenzhuo last time.

Looking down, there is actually more than one piece.

"..."

What kind of unscrupulous things are these?

Yan Ji rolled them up and put them in the wooden tube next to the painting. He stretched out his hand and found that there was no more space in the roll.

He suddenly wanted to know how many such paintings Xie Wenzhuo secretly hid.

Yan Ji decided to look for it.

Yan Ji squatted down and started searching from the depths of the desk. He found a lot of drawing paper, but he didn't see any shameful content, most of them were landscape painting scrolls.He removed the dusty paintings, and after the dust had diffused, he suddenly saw something wrapped in many layers of cloth in the corner.

He took the thing out, patted the dust, and peeled off the cloth layer by layer.

Inside is a scroll made of rosewood.

Sandalwood repelling insects, and being preserved so carefully, it seems to be something that is cherished by people.

Yanji hesitated for a while, wanted to open it, but felt that something was wrong. He was tormented for a long time, but he couldn't restrain the first feeling in his heart. He took a deep breath and opened the lid of the reel. Come.

What came into my eyes was a picture scroll, which was tied with a silk ribbon and placed on a roll. The corners were slightly yellowed, and it seemed to be quite old.

Stretching out his hand to untie the silk ribbon, he rolled up the scroll, the color on the painting caught his eye at that moment, Yan Ji looked at it, and suddenly froze.

That is a picture.

The background is the white bridge on the river embankment in Kyoto many years ago. There are weeping willows beside the embankment. There is a person standing on the bridge with black hair like ink and gentle lips. Standing there, he looks back and smiles. The floating catkins are extremely gentle when the spring breeze passes by.

Behind is the bustling capital city, hundreds of miles away.

Yan Ji's fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly glanced over the eyebrows and eyes of the painter, watching the young man smiling at him in the spring breeze, this look was so familiar that he could see it when he was standing in front of the bronze mirror.

But when was this painting painted?

Yan Ji looked at the painting paper, his eyes moved over the yellowed edge, and finally stopped on the robe on the person in the painting. The wide-sleeved shirt was a red-like crimson color, which he only wore in Tianning 25 years ago. color.

So... Xie Wenzhuo saw him much earlier than he thought.

Yan Ji looked at the painting in his hand, and his mind was confused for a while.

The past events quickly appeared in my mind, and in the silence around me, many things that had been ignored before suddenly became clear.

Xie Wenzhuo's picture of the white bridge on the embankment.

The place He Ji once said he saw himself for the first time.

Xie Wenzhuo described the appearance of He Ji's sweetheart.

There are also things He Ji said that he didn't know.

……

Too much.

The deeper Yan Ji thought, the more confused he became. In the panic, he suddenly heard familiar footsteps from outside the hall, and then, Xie Wenzhuo's usual deep voice sounded: "Your Majesty, I—"

The temple door was pushed open.

After that, when he saw the scroll in Yan Ji's hand, he stopped abruptly.

The silence was eerie all around.

Xie Wenzhuo stood at the door and stared at Yan Ji's figure, then stepped into the hall, closed the door behind his back, and walked towards him slowly: "Your Majesty."

Yan Ji didn't move, and tightly held the scroll in his hand. After a while, a pair of hands stretched out to roll up the scroll and put it on the table.

"Your Majesty...don't look at it."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Ji raised his head suddenly, met Xie Wenzhuo's eyes, and said word by word: "Wen Qing, you have known me many years ago, you entered the palace city to be the Taifu, and you have known me from the very beginning. It's that attitude, it's because of the past... At that time I asked you if you had a sweetheart, and the person you said was me..."

"In the past, I have been thinking that you have known me not long since you entered the palace, how can you be so affectionate, but now looking at this painting, if you just saw the expression of eyebrows and eyes occasionally, you can't draw it out, so, in fact, you and I met a long time ago. I know it, right?"

He repeated: "Wen Qing, is it or is it not?"

"..."

Xie Wenzhuo's lips moved, and finally he only said one word in a low voice, "...Yes."

Yan Ji was dumb.

Even though he already had a guess in his heart, it was hard to describe how he felt when he was suddenly confirmed in this way.

He fell silent for a long time, then murmured: "...Why, I don't know anything?"

Xie Wenzhuo saw that his complexion was not good, so he stepped forward and stood by his side, carefully protecting him from a distance, a person who is always good at comforting others, but for some reason, he didn't say anything at this time.After the daze on Yanji's face dissipated, he said: "Your Majesty, it doesn't matter whether you knew him before or not. The important thing is that no matter when, that person is you, isn't it?"

His words hit Yan Ji's greatest concern.

Yanji has gone through so many lives before, and in his memory, he met Xie Wenzhuo after he ascended the throne. At that time, he and Xie Wenzhuo had a candid relationship between monarchs and ministers. In this life, they knew each other at different times, so their relationship developed Variety.

Yan Ji lowered his head.

He doesn't know.

Is the person in the painting really himself?

If so, he doesn't remember anything.

If not... then what are he and Xie Wenzhuo now?

Yan Ji clenched her teeth, her heart ached, and blood appeared in her eyes.Seeing his changes, Xie Wenzhuo was startled, and reached out to touch him, but the moment his fingers reached Yanji's skin, he raised his hand and threw it away.

The sound of "pa" became clearer in the empty hall.

Xie Wenzhuo was taken aback for a moment, then moved forward again, but watched Yan Ji raise his head, his face was full of bewilderment.

"Wen Qing, I don't know what you remember and what you are nostalgic for."

"I'm even more unclear. Is the person in your painting really me... If so, why don't I remember anything?"

His voice was very soft, and the fear in his voice could be seen at a glance. Xie Wenzhuo knew him best, almost at the same time Yan Ji spoke, he understood what was in his heart.

but did not move.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond, Yan Ji's heart was even more confused, his fingers were unconsciously clenched, and suddenly cowardly thoughts appeared, and he turned around to avoid Xie Wenzhuo.

As soon as he moved, his body was instantly drawn into a warm embrace.

He froze, and then heard Xie Wenzhuo's deep voice.

"Your Majesty, there may be some secrets in your heart, I don't know, so why are you afraid, I understand some, and some don't understand."

"But there are some words, Your Majesty, you must be clear—"