The happy life of the devil and the devil

This year's big hunt was a few days later than usual, and when the royal driver returned to the capital, there were not a few days left before the Beiliang Longevity Festival on September 23.As soon as Emperor Tiantong's driver passed through the city gate, the entire capital had already entered into a vigorous state of preparation for the Longevity Festival.

The four major countries in the Northland, Sutai, Ximin, Beiliang, and Yuxia, all have diplomatic relations with each other. According to the usual practice, when the birthday of the monarch of a country, other countries send envoys to congratulate him.It’s just that most of these envoys are not of high rank. For example, on the [-]th birthday of King Dayu, one is to complete his life, and the other is to discuss marriage. .

This year's Longevity Festival is different. One is that after the Beiliang emperor's book, the harem, which had been empty for seven years, finally had a legitimate master... Cough, considering that the emperor would disperse all his concubines for him as soon as he returned to the country, this queen's fineness can be improved A bit overrated.Another thing worth noting is that the new empress went berserk during the big hunt.

Do you want to please the queen too?Oh, this one is still a man...would it be possible to piss him off instead of pleasing him?

Ling Yucheng was not disturbed by these strange undercurrents at all.Sitting side by side with Yuan Shao on the imperial chariot, when he walked through the Zhaoming Gate and entered the inner court, he was actually just thinking: I can finally take off this body...

Even though it is September in the Northland, after driving for half a day to enter the city, I still have to sit stiffly in the Hall of Liangyi for half a day to be courted. It is very refreshing to take a bath after finally finishing up, not to mention the heat. Hot springs can be soaked in——Ling Yucheng was also considered a high-ranking authority in northern Xinjiang back then, but hot springs are not based on personal power, not because you have 30 troops in your hand, you can automatically run out of the place where you live Come to the hot spring—although it is not possible to jump into the river with ordinary soldiers to wash things up, but it is definitely not something Ling Yucheng can do to move the commander-in-chief's camp two hundred miles away for a spring.

However, Ling Yucheng, who was soaking comfortably in the hot spring, was not in a better mood at the moment.

Pingluo is hot. When Dayu built the accompanying capital palace, two palaces were specially built for the two springs in the palace: one was enclosed in Yuanshao's bedroom, which was the Zhuori Hall behind Zhaoxin Hall; Fangliu Pavilion is close to Zhaoming Hall, where the emperor once lived, and only a hundred steps away from Zhaoxin Hall.Yuan Shao himself entered Zhuo Ri Tang as a matter of course, and turned around to throw a sentence to Ling Yucheng: "Take a bath first, and then take a walk around..."

Of course, there is only one choice left for Ling Yucheng's hot springs.

The bead curtains in the Fangliu Pavilion are half-rolled, and the tripod is burning with incense. Ling Yucheng doesn't know much about spices, he just thinks that the fragrance is dense and sweet to the point of being annoying.The clear and warm spring water is poured into the spring pool from the mouth of the phoenix by the pool. The bottom of the pool is made of white jade, and the huge thousand-leaf lotus flowers stretch quietly, even if they walk around in the pool at will, they will not slip.Outside the sky-penetrating pink and purple curtain, the serving servants stood with their heads bowed, silently.

"It hasn't been opened here for two or three years..." Before entering, the servant who led the way bowed respectfully, with a smile all over his face, "Even in the early years, there were only a few people who were qualified to come here. That’s not something you can come if you want to…”

After soaking for a while, the water vapor in the spring pool became thicker and thicker, together with the surrounding curtain decoration and pattern atmosphere, it made people feel suffocated.Ling Yucheng quickly washed it out, and before he had time to practice what Yuan Shao said before, "walk around and have a look", a bunch of messy harem affairs had already piled up in front of him.

God is so pitiful, I followed Yuan Shao into the capital for the first time on August [-]th, and before I had time to unpack my luggage, I was notified: Pack up, go hunting with me... All the inner palace affairs will not be sent to him until today before.But how many affairs will a long-term unowned harem accumulate to be decided?The repair of the inner palace, the appropriation of materials, the promotion and transfer of personnel... Ling Yucheng had been suppressing his temper and reading a page or two before, but the books in front of him piled up and piled up, and finally there was a thick stack with countless years and days. At that time, he finally stood up unbearably:

"Take it all down.--Missionary, play music, dance!"

"This--"

"Why, don't I have the power?"

"Old servant's decree——" While trying to transfer people, he tried to wink down, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you report to His Majesty!

Yuan Shao rushed back from the previous dynasty in a fit of anger.It's not that I think there's anything wrong with Ling Yucheng's biography of female music, but when I plunged into the court, someone was drinking in the harem, listening to the ditties, and the beauties were watching--I really wanted to pick them up and beat them hard Shake it up.However, he hurriedly got off his horse, even though he was mentally prepared, he almost staggered when he stepped into the courtyard.

In front of the Jingfeng Hall behind the Fangliu Pavilion, flutes and flutes are played quietly, and the sound of the pipa is as dense as rain, and more than a dozen female musicians dance together.A soft couch was placed in the middle of the front hall. Ling Yucheng was dressed in a white toga, reclined on the couch, his half-wet black hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.In the courtyard, a red maple tree stretched like a cover. This season has been completely dyed by light frost. The fiery red branches and leaves are slanted over the top of the head. When the breeze blows, several dark red maple leaves are fluttering and falling on the tip of the clothes and hair. , Brilliant and blurred, just like a painting.

Yuan Shao took a breath, and involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

I never imagined that the target would be such a scene. The man under the tree was holding a cup in one hand and holding a cup in the other. He lay down quietly under the red maple tree, with a freehand and romantic attitude, just like a character from the Wei and Jin Dynasties reborn in the world.In front of him, the silk and bamboo are full of ears, and female music is dancing, this usual pleasing to the eye, but now he only sees the world of mortals, despite the noise, it can't stain his clothes at all.

Stunning people and scenes, bumped into the eyes without warning, the whole world lost its color in a trance, only the maple red falling from the white clothes flamboyantly flaunted in the field of vision.

Yuan Shao walked in after being dazed in place for a while, and waved his hand casually towards the people below.Seeing the musician and dancer leaning forward like flowing water, he didn't ask Ling Yucheng to get up, and sat on the couch by himself, picking up a red leaf that fell in his hair: "Why are you sitting in the wind without wiping your hair?" He glanced back at the trembling servants around him: "How did you serve me!"

Ling Yucheng followed the sound and leaned into his arms, let alone getting up, and didn't even bother to open his eyes.Yuan Shao smiled and shook his head, casually flicking his hair that was hanging on his knee.Since Ling Yucheng waved a sword at the top of the city to cut off his hair that day, two months have passed before he knew it, and his shoulder-length hair, which used to be the shortest in the past, has grown a lot.The uneven wet hair is wrapped around the fingertips, the coolness of the breeze is mixed with a little heat from the owner's body, bringing a slight ambiguous feeling, the touch wrapped around the fingertips is soft and cool, and he is reluctant to let go of it for a while.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Shao casually took the towel from the servant, and carefully wiped the hair of the person leaning in his arms, scolding in a low voice.He pressed lightly on his shoulder with a slight force, and the body half lying in the arms was still tense, and he never gave up half of his weight, as if the natural leaning just now was an illusion at all.Yuan Shao secretly sighed in his heart, but his subordinates didn't stop, and his voice was even slightly smiling: "No matter how bored you are, you can't make fun of yourself!" While waving his hands around, sure enough, there were no servants serving in the palace on both sides. He retreated silently, leaving only the boss standing aside with his back bowed.

"It's just a little tired." Ling Yucheng turned his head in response to his movements, and his voice was a little muffled, "Just now I read a lot of messy brochures, and it was very annoying."

"Really." After pondering for a moment, he raised his chin, and the harem affairs that had just been sent to Ling Yucheng were brought up again.Yuan Shao flipped through it twice, and actually saw a record of the promotion and relegation of concubines a few years ago, he picked it up and threw it down: "The queen is the one who does big things, so you don't have to bother him with these inner court affairs."

"Old servant complies with the order—" There was some hesitation in the voice, Yuan Shao raised his head slightly, and glanced over: "What else?"

"...The old slave resigns." As long as there are no concubines in the palace, at least there are no high-ranking concubines, there is nothing that the head of the inner court cannot handle.As for the day when His Majesty will remember to establish a concubine again...let's talk about it at that time.

The sound of chaotic but light footsteps finally faded away.Just as the last person exited Jingfeng Hall, Ling Yucheng suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, turned around, and solemnly bowed to Yuan Shao: "I'm sorry."

"..." Such a turning point is so straightforward that it almost destroys the bridge!Yuan Shao was stunned for a moment, then settled on Ling Yucheng, and slowly shook his head: "I don't care about it. —— But, what can't you tell me directly, do you have to beat around the bush?"

"minister--"

"You feel aggrieved and unhappy about these messy things. Why don't you fight back? Why don't you tell me frankly? When you were in the hunting ground, you dared to teach the generals under my command one by one. Why did you go back to the palace? Don’t you dare?——The Ling Yucheng I know is not the kind of person who can’t let go!”

"Chen..." After being taught such a blunt manner, Ling Yucheng stared blankly at Yuan Shao, but his heart was surging.He really didn't want to interfere with the harem, but if Yuan Shao believed that his duties included managing the inner palace... No amount of disobedience or resignation would be worth the king's will.

Today's pretentiousness is nothing more than trying to test his meaning by insinuating, even if he is not allowed, these actions will not make Yuan Shao too angry.And in the eyes of others, it's nothing more than four words of arrogance and arrogance.

But he never thought that he would answer "Why didn't you tell me frankly"... Ling Yucheng silently lowered his eyes, then bowed down suddenly, with a bright and sincere smile on the corner of his mouth: "I obey the order! "

"You just want to understand." Yuan Shao threw the scarf in his hand, stood up, and carried Ling Yucheng with him.Step out of the gate of Jingfengtang, stop and look up, and take a look at the steamy Fangliu Pavilion:

"Did you take a bath here just now?"

"Yes--"

"Go to the back hall of my bedroom in the future. I still need to order this little thing!"

The author has something to say: Su Xi didn't comb his hair, his silk hair covered his shoulders, and Wan stretched on Lang's knees, so there is nothing pitiful.

Fluttering fluttering~~~I admit that I am a person with bad taste~~~~