The happy life of the devil and the devil

The wheels wrapped with straw ropes rolled on the snow, and the soft sound of the wheels was regular and dull. Coupled with the slight shaking of the car body, people were lying down, and the drowsiness gradually permeated.

Listening to the small breathing on the other side of the carriage, Ling Yucheng also felt his eyelids drooping continuously.The carriage is no better than the big bed in the bedroom. Although it can accommodate two people lying side by side, it is impossible for them to roll around casually.Yuan Shao lay down on the ground with his hands and feet spread out, and Ling Yucheng could only curl up on the side obediently.

Marching in winter, the windows on both sides of the car were replaced with thick brocade curtains. At this moment, they were drawn tightly for the sake of Xiao Shiyi, and the snow light slipped through behind the brocade curtains, so that people could only see the eyebrows and eyes clearly and close their eyes. , the car was as dark as in the evening.This kind of light can do nothing but take a nap, which is still a nap.

He yawned a little. In the dimness, it seemed that someone was talking in his ear, but he couldn't make out what he said.Ling Yucheng let out a soft "hmm", just about to go back to sleep, when suddenly he was shocked, pushed his elbows, and quickly turned over to the outside.Just catching up with the wheel, I don't know where it was crushed, the whole carriage shook heavily, Ling Yucheng didn't stop all of a sudden, rolled half a circle along the momentum of the body tilt, and just threw himself into Yuan Shao's arms.

"..."

Supporting the mattress with one elbow, and pressing the other arm directly on Yuan Shao's chest, Ling Yucheng was stunned for a moment.Relax, that is half of your body lying directly on Yuan Shao's body; get out of the way quickly, you will have to support Yuan Shao's chest and exert strength, it seems not right.Facing the pair of eyes that were so close at hand and gleaming in the dimness, he didn't know what to do, he just half propped himself up and hung there, unable to get up or down.

"Did you fall asleep?" In a daze, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, and gently moved down.Ling Yucheng's elbows supporting his body lost all strength somehow, and he threw himself down, his forehead almost hitting Yuan Shao's.He flopped around twice in a hurry, and when he adjusted his balance again, he found that he was already pillowed in Yuan Shao's arms, and his arm was wrapped around his back and gently rested on his shoulders.

This posture is a bit too ambiguous... Ling Yucheng instinctively wanted to break away, but his shoulders tightened. At the same time, Yuan Shao pouted his mouth downwards and let out a low voice, "Shhh".There was a rustling sound of turning over from the other side of the carriage, Ling Yucheng's shoulders tightened, but he stopped moving, quietly resting his pillow on Yuan Shao's forearm, and even breathing was the lightest and slowest. .

It's nothing to take a nap together, if you wake up the child and show him... it's better not to teach the child badly.The two adults froze there like thieves, and at the same time pricked up their ears to listen, until Xiao Shiyi's breathing became even again, and then they both let out a sigh of relief.

After such an interruption, he didn't feel how awkward the previous posture was.Yuan Shao loosened the grip on Ling Yucheng's shoulder, and Ling Yucheng no longer tried to get away, and lay there quietly on his side.The two of you looked at me, and I looked at you, and suddenly, they both saw the corners of each other's lips twitch slightly.

"Are you sleepy?"

"...Mmm." Ling Yucheng's voice was also low, barely vibrating his Adam's apple, and only used a thin airflow to pass over his lips and teeth, so as to speak: "...What did your majesty just say?"

"Speaking of Lang'er." Yuan Shao's eyes flashed to his feet quickly. "This kid is too sensible! It's just a dish. He likes to eat it. If he just said it, would I insist on rewarding the dish he wants to eat? I am his father, how can I not spoil him? "

Before this child, he was much more restrained.Ling Yucheng was speechless for a moment, but couldn't help but think of the time when the little guy first arrived at Jinshentang.At that time, the little child didn't dare to scream or laugh. He clearly said that he could go and play casually, but he didn't even dare to take a step. He only dared to squat under the tree and watch two wild flowers bloom quietly. .A little boy who is only a little over four years old, but he instinctively looks at adults...

Children are often more sensitive than adults think.

Sometimes, instead of being sensible, I don't feel that I am favored or that I will be pampered, so I instinctively choose a safer way.

Sections of the past flashed through my heart, but it only turned into a slight smile:

"Isn't it better to be sensible? Could it be that the trouble made His Majesty unable to do business and see people, and His Majesty was happy instead?"

"... also." Yuan Shao couldn't help smiling back. "When I was young, I was lawless. For a period of time, I don't know why I had to see my father all day long. The father was so troubled that he had to invite his mother to come over before going to the court, so that he could hold me back, and then sneaked to the court. ...Royal Father said, I was worried when I saw Zhen at that time... Another time, I secretly added pepper to the incense of my mother, which made my mother..."

Xu Xu's memories became smaller and smaller.Regardless of whether it was the father or the queen, even if he had to punish him for making a fuss, he had never been seriously angry with him.At that time, he was the son of the Empress Yuan who was loved by thousands of people, and it was only natural and natural for him to be mischievous.

But now, it's his turn to pamper his child, so he knows how his father, queen and empress treated him.

"Only you and I are here, and there are no outsiders. He is my son, can I wrong my own son?"

"Your Majesty, don't spoil Lang'er..."

The voice of conversation is getting lower and lower.The carriage was warm and quiet, with the brocade curtains hanging low, the cold wind outside the carriage could not blow in, only the occasional soft sound from the brazier could be heard.There is no special incense burning in the car, only a handful of dried pine needles are sprinkled in the brazier, and the delicate fragrance of pine leaves lingers in the car, passing by the nose inadvertently, as if in the undulating mountains of pines.

Yuan Shao suddenly remembered that neither Jinshentang nor Xuanjiawei's military mansion seemed to have used spices.My own sleeping hall, bathing hall, and sleeping tents are often lit with thick or light spices, and even the robes and curtains used by the queen are carefully smoked with incense by the servants.However, I have never seen Ling Yucheng express his displeasure...

"Yes, and you."

"His Majesty?"

"You too. You can eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want, say what you want to use and what you don't like. This is your home, why bother to force yourself to live awkwardly in your own home , aggrieved?"

home...

So, he thought, is this home?

There are mixed feelings in my heart for a while, but I don't know how to answer, it seems that there is something wrong with any answer.The eyes of the person in front of him were burning, and the warm breath surrounded him, Ling Yucheng had no choice but to respond, and slightly closed his eyes.

In the evening of the same day, I really went to the sea cucumber again.A big pot full of it, ruddy and shiny, with a tangy aroma, was placed squarely in front of Little Eleven under the smiling eyes of the two adults.

Although he paid half of his father and master, and with Yuan Shao's permission, he distributed the rewards to the gentlemen who taught civil and military subjects and the companions who followed, the little guy still ate the rest with a smile on his face.It's not that the taste is really extraordinary and refined, the key is that - this is what the father thinks he likes it, so he will only make it for him alone!

It's delicious, it's delicious, it's delicious... oh, I'm full...

Besides, Father would only look at him and smile, Master...Master just went out...My lord is the worst!

Xiao Shiyi rubbed her stuffed stomach with tears in her eyes to do her homework.He still has fifty arrows tonight. After shooting the arrows and tracing the ten big characters, he still has to squat on horseback, recite books, and practice boxing... He can't read books or practice martial arts in the carriage. It was so stressful that before setting up camp in the morning and after setting up camp at night, I had to be busy every day until Xu Zheng went to bed.Fortunately, I was able to catch up on sleep in the carriage the next day...

bitter?Those eight companions were more bitter than him.He slept in the master's big carriage, and the companions could only sleep in the small carriage, which was shaking and uncomfortable.Such things as homework cannot be missed in a day.

When the little child was concentrating on his schoolwork, Ling Yucheng strode back to the imperial tent covered in a snowstorm.This is already the third time to accompany the driver on the east tour. The officers and men of Xuanjiawei have long been familiar with everything about camping, sentry, and on duty.He didn't have to stay in the camp day and night like the first time, summing up, correcting mistakes, and rehearsing over and over again, but he checked around and went back to Yuan Shao's bed when he saw that there was no problem.

"Are you back?" The ground dragon in the tent was burning hot, Yuan Shao only wore a jacket, leaned on the bedside, flipping through the booklets one by one.Hearing that the door curtain was raised and someone was kicking and stomping at the door, he raised his voice and asked.

"The minister is back." Ling Yucheng took off his cloak at the door, shook the snowflakes on it, and stomped off the slush on his boots before walking in.Yuan Shao's eyes followed him all the time, seeing that his eyes fell on the end of the bed from turning around the screen, he said with a casual smile, "What are you looking at?"

The mess at the foot of the bed was all the memorials he had thrown away after reading it. Ling Yucheng couldn't help sweating over the copy of the Four Treasures of the Study on the kang table. It's hard to believe that there is still half a pool of ink in the inkstone pool, which is safe and has not been overturned until now... …

"Look at these memorials..." Ling Yucheng approached the end of the bed, leaned over and picked up the memorials one by one, neatly arranging them.Yuan Shao watched him put the stacked memorials back to the table, and just put them away, the ridge line of the memorials and the edge of the table formed a strict right angle, couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips:

"You are still the same. You have to put everything in order to be comfortable."

"Your Majesty still likes to throw memorials around—if those ministers see the things they have worked so hard to write like this, they will be heartbroken."

One of them was leaning on the bed, the other was sitting at the table, and they couldn't help but smile at each other.This situation is very similar to when we first met—at that time, Ling Yucheng just went north with Yuan Shao, and he sat at the desk like this, watching the memorial handed over by the lord, and narrated in detail the heartfelt words that he had planned for a long time.

The fragment that was thought to have faded away a long time ago turned out to be deeply engraved in the hearts of the two of them, as long as a similar detail can be evoked.

"They're all regular greetings, they don't mean much." Yuan Shao picked up another book and flipped through it: "They have to play the invitation five or six times every year, and they don't mind it—from the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to the Now, with a memorial every ten days, the Ministry of Rites has nothing to do!"

Ling Yucheng didn't ask any further questions, but just poured some water into the inkstone pool, calmed down, and began to grind the ink.Yuan Shao raised his hand suddenly, and threw the memorial he was reading far away.The book was already scattered like a fan halfway through the flight, Ling Yucheng hurriedly put down the ink ingot in his hand, turned around, and grabbed it before the memorial fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty..." Ling Yucheng sighed so weakly at this kind of behavior.Sure enough, this is the emperor? In his opinion, things that need to be taken seriously, to Yuan Shao, they are just random things-maybe those courtiers should thank Yuan Shao for not using the memorial to pad the table and tea bowl?

Feeling deeply, seeing Yuan Shao raised his chin to signal him, he opened the memorial to read.As soon as I opened the cover made of cardboard pulp, I first praised: "Good words!" Then I browsed through ten lines at a glance, and the pages of the paper were turned with a clatter.

After reading the whole article, I deducted all the eulogy, ancient stories and so on, but it was just asking for relatives to cultivate this year, and there was nothing taboo about it.Yuan Shao raised the corners of his mouth slightly to meet his gaze: "Obviously knowing that I won't be back in time, but also chasing after me every year to play, the guys from the Ministry of Rites can do nothing but superficial kung fu!"

"What Your Majesty said is that the Ministry of Ritual's job is not just to do these superficial things." Ling Yucheng replied leisurely, and sure enough, he saw Yuan Shao immediately turned his face away with a look of disgust:

"So they are free to play around with me?"

It’s not easy to be an emperor. For things like this, don’t make complaints about it, you’re too panicked; if you make complaints about it, it’s not easy to find someone who is qualified enough to listen and understand, and who is tight enough to talk.Yuan Shao was full of complaints, but he couldn't just catch him and talk about it.

"In fact, the plowing ceremony is also very important. After all, it is a ceremony to show the people in the world that they value farming." Ling Yucheng silently calculated the itinerary of the imperial driver's back and forth, and said calmly: "Otherwise, we will catch up on the return trip." rush?"

"Is it not important to catch swans?"

"..."

Seeing him shut up, Yuan Shao simply slipped down and lay on his back on the pillow.Just when Ling Yucheng was worried about the inkstone on the Kang table again, Yuan Shao turned over to face him, propped his head on one elbow and said calmly:

"It's not that you don't know that the Dingling and Bohai tribes, plus the Haixi savages in the east, would have gone against the sky if the army hadn't been so restrained and given both kindness and power once a year. That's how they still make troubles from time to time. When something goes wrong—compared to it, farming by yourself is purely a show, and only a few people who don’t usually farm the land see it, so it’s worth working for me? With this skill, I It's better to open a field in the imperial garden, and take Lang'er to plant the field when you have time!"

Ling Yucheng suppressed a smile while listening.Yuan Shao hated acting the most, especially unnecessary acting.If it is a traditional necessity—such as the grand ceremonies of Zhengdan and Winter Solstice, or the annual head fish sacrifice and head goose sacrifice, he is still willing to wrong himself to appear on the stage, and the new ones will not be accompanied.In Yuan Shao's view, the unique ceremonies of the farming nation, such as the plowing ceremony, belong to the ones that don't need to be forced...

But just like Yuan Shao was born, he felt that eating cheese, living in tents, and hanging fish weighing hundreds of catties from trees to worship his ancestors was justified. As if nothing was done...

That is, he was in charge of the army and ignored the people. When Jianmenguan was closed, every spring he had to arrange soldiers to go to the streets to maintain order, and let the magistrate/county magistrate/whoever it was, the highest local chief executive take to the streets to drive spring cattle.God knows, when the cow was startled, it was not his soldiers who were responsible for ending it, and he couldn't shoot the cow.So every year there are a few Hercules who pull the bull's horns with bare hands...

As soon as the folder in his hand was closed, Ling Yucheng straightened his back even more, and looked at Yuan Shao seriously: "Your Majesty..."

"Ok?"

"Even if your majesty doesn't want to play, at least you can point someone to top the tank?"

"..."

"His Majesty!"

"Okay, okay, I know. You can win the world right away, but you can't rule the world right away..." Yuan Shao spread his hands boredly.Just give Ling Yucheng a face, otherwise, if he analyzes 180 reasons, tonight will be ruined...

After all, the Tiele people have occupied the land of the Central Plains for 80 or [-] years. It is not a bad thing to give the Xia people some hope and show that the emperor respects their living habits.Compared with herding sheep, there are more people farming to support people, and the emperor has more confidence to speak after the harvest, isn't it?

However, it was one thing to agree to him, and another thing to get up and answer for it.Yuan Shao tossed and turned on the pillow for a while, and simply decided not to bother the two masters:

"Then let the Ministry of Rites send someone to salute at will. You can approve it on my behalf, and I will send the paper back tomorrow."

"minister--"

"Do you still want me to stand up for these words?"

Over the past two years, Ling Yucheng has helped write summaries and handling opinions countless times, but he has never written a pen for the memorial.Suddenly receiving this instruction, he didn't write for a while, but turned his head and stared at Yuan Shao silently.

Yuan Shao also stared at him without showing any weakness.The two people stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, like bulls, and they seemed to have stronger concentration than anyone else.After a stalemate for a long time, Yuan Shao sighed, loosened his elbows, and fell back on the pillow heavily with his upper body:

"Okay, after you finish writing, just take it here and sign it for me. Such a small matter is worth it to you..." There are a few more whispered words below, such as "There were eunuchs in charge in the previous dynasty." Criticizing the memorial, you are still my queen and dare not..."

Ling Yucheng decided to ignore it.

Thinking in his heart, "It's not worth taking this kind of trivial matter seriously with him", Ling Yucheng quickly handed over the approved memorial.Unsurprisingly, Yuan Shao did not sign immediately, but after reading the short two lines from his hand, he narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down.

... Do you regret it?

But the job of approving memorials is not something he wants to do himself!

Ling Yucheng stood stiffly in front of the bed, Yuan Shao looked more and more apprehensive, and had already begun to weigh how to deal with Yuan Shao if he regretted it.There are still blank memorials here, and there are a few talented people who imitate handwriting, but their hands are a bit rough after not doing it for a long time, so I don’t know if they can be fooled smoothly.In fact, this is not the key point, but everything is negotiable if Yuan Shao is willing to raise his hand, but Yuan Shao is not willing...

He was thinking wildly with a straight face, when suddenly there was a "chuck" in his ear, followed by his wrist being held and flicked to the side.The force of this pull was neither too big nor too small. Ling Yucheng was pulled in a different direction. When he realized it, he had already sat down on the edge of the bed, almost as close as Yuan Shao, who was sitting cross-legged upright. They are next to each other.

"...What are you thinking about?"

The person in front of him had a gentle smile, even a little bit of teasing, Ling Yucheng immediately knew that he was thinking wrong just now.It's just that it's not good to tell lies at this time, and it's even worse to tell the truth. After a pause, he quickly counterattacked:

"What was your Majesty thinking just now?"

"Zhen." The corners of Yuan Shao's mouth turned up again, as if he was proud, but also a little narrow-minded.Ling Yucheng thought he was going to say "guess", but Yuan Shao lowered his voice and said leisurely:

"I was thinking just now, if the plowing ceremony is done, should we do the silkworm ceremony?"

"..."

"At the beginning of March, you and I have already returned to the capital..."

After catching swans, return to Qingzhou immediately!Before June, I will definitely not set foot in the capital!

He got up to leave, but Yuan Shao held his wrist, so that Ling Yucheng, who couldn't even stand up, made up his mind angrily.

The author has something to say: Your Majesty: Why don't you like incense?

Xiaoling: When I was a child, my family was poor and couldn’t afford it. Later, when I entered the palace, I didn’t like the smell of incense. I thought it was too offensive, so I was ridiculed and called a bumpkin...so...