[Qing Chuan] Mu Emperor's Grace

Distressed?What right do you have to be distressed?Heshen was exerting strength in his hands, but he was thinking self-deprecatingly: he was not the one who made him lose his soul; It's never been him.

Where does the stand come from, to say that you feel distressed without shame?

Hongli was pulled by He Shen, and the circle of his wrist was pinched with red marks, and he gradually recovered from losing control.Hongli tried his best to show a comforting smile towards Heshen, but the young man in front of him looked very cold.

He heard Hongli say in a hoarse voice: "Scared you? I lost control. These words have been buried in my heart for a long time, and they are almost rotten and maggots. Somehow I said them in front of you today. They are too rotten. After a long time, it naturally brought a stench..."

There was always a smile on Hongli's face, but He Shen didn't have the strength to raise the corners of his mouth as a compliment.Should he be honored, he thought?It should be happy to be the tree hole of an emperor.The emperor cut his heart open, and he should be content.But why is my heart so uncomfortable?It's like being out of oxygen.

The emperor would naturally say different things to different people.Just like discussing poetry with Ji Xiaolan, discussing military affairs with Agui, and discussing the administration of officials with Qian Feng, the emperor also likes to speak private words to He Shen and put those emotions that have nowhere to vent.However, what is there to be happy about? It's just a different division of labor.

Inexplicably, He Shen remembered the question Yuan Shen asked in his dream: "If the emperor really loves you...how could he not see that you have changed your core?"

At that time, I was still looking for excuses for Hongli, and everything looks like a crazy face-slapping joke now.He Shen didn't even dare to think about it, if the person who changed the core was Xiaoxian, how long would it take Hongli to find out that it was a fake?

A quarter of an hour, an hour, a day, a month, or a year?In fact, the so-called invisibility is just that the person's heart is never on him.He Shen took a hard breath, the cold wind made his chest hurt, and although there was something throbbing inside, it felt as if it had been hollowed out and then stuffed with broken cotton wool, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Hongli looked at the young man's eyes that were gradually turning red, and said in astonishment, "Heshen...what's wrong with you?"

He Shen let go of Hongli's hand, rubbed his wet eye sockets, and said in a dull and hoarse voice, "The mountain wind blows sand into the eyes..."

In fact, it is not that difficult to let go... He Shen lowered his eyes and lingered on Hongli's wrist.

All traces will be like the red mark on the wrist.At first glance, it was shocking, and it frightened myself and others, but in fact, the pain was not flesh and blood, and it dissipated with the wind after a while.

He Shen stood up, patted the sand on his clothes, and Hongli frowned when he heard the unwavering voice: "Your Majesty... the time is coming... the empress dowager is coming out soon..."

Hongli wanted to ask something, but the queen mother walked out of the palace gate slowly with the help of Taoist nun.

Hongli didn't care to look at He Shen's expression, and hurried to catch up.He Shen did not follow Hongli's footsteps as usual.He walked very slowly, and even fell behind a few guards, as if he could find his own pace that way.

On this day, Hongli accompanied the Queen Mother and visited many buildings, large and small, on Mount Tai.From the forest of steles in the Dai Temple to the Qingdi Palace, Hongli patiently told the Queen Mother stories of all places.Hongli has an excellent memory, and he has a general idea of ​​the ever-changing rhetoric of local officials during his visits to Mount Tai.Now the retelling and the empress dowager's hearing are inseparable.

He Shen has always kept a distance from Hongli, maybe because of the distance, his sight has become wider.Although He Shen didn't see Hongli talking and laughing from the front, but from his straight back and the movement of tilting his head to listen at that time, he could also see a trace of chic and easy.

He Shen was a little perplexed, but also a little relieved.It turned out that even without his own support, Hongli could handle it with ease.It's because he thinks too highly of himself, and always takes the emperor's smiling face and a word of praise as his indispensable evidence.Now watching from the sidelines like this, I was shocked to realize that I was really naive.

Unknowingly, the sky darkened, everyone stopped and walked, and the moment when the Empress Dowager was tired was almost as expected.When they returned to the East Imperial Palace, dinner was already prepared.

After tidying up, everyone waited in the main hall one after another, waiting for the emperor and queen mother to take their seats.However, until Hongli and the Queen Mother were seated, there was still a seat vacant.

Hongli looked around for a week, and said coldly, "Who else is missing?"

Fu Kang'an was the first to answer and said: "It's strange today. The most active person in the past, why hasn't he arrived at this time? Is it possible that the emperor and the queen mother are waiting for him? It's a big show."

Hongli knocked the chopsticks in his hand, Fukang'an looked at his gloomy face, and fell silent knowingly.I only heard Hongli say: "It's rare to try to eat a common meal in this mountain. It's really disappointing that the monarch and ministers sit at the same table and don't stick to etiquette."

If he doesn't serve food, everyone will spend time with him.Fukang'an also followed him for a day. He was already so hungry that his chest was on his back, and he had scolded He Shen a thousand and eight hundred times in his heart.

In the end, even Hongli realized that no matter how much he waited, there would be no results.It was the empress dowager who broke the silence: "Emperor, He Shen has always been very measured in doing things. This time, there may be some delays. Let the temple make a separate copy for him. Let's use it first."

When the empress dowager spoke, Hongli had no objection. He turned to the little Taoist priest beside him and said, "Go and see, what happened to He Shen?"

The little Taoist went there for a while, and Hongli almost ran out of his meal, so he rushed over and said falteringly: "My lord...is not feeling well...says...says that he has rested ..."

Fukang'an snorted coldly when he heard the words: "Master He's body is really delicate, and he fell down in just one day. If you get older, you still have to stay in bed every month..."

The queen mother took a funny look at Fu Kang'an, who spoke stingingly, then looked at the emperor's sullen expression, and said softly: "It's because of the mountain wind, the wind in the mountain is strong, you all rely on your youth, don't add clothes to keep warm, sick It's normal to fall."

With the empress dowager speaking out to relieve the siege, the emperor's face finally eased a little.However, faced with a table of sumptuous dishes, Hongli was still tasteless, took a few mouthfuls in a hurry, and then ordered the Queen Mother to be sent back to her room, before stopping the chopsticks.

Fukang'an was a little dumbfounded looking at the table of dishes that hadn't been touched much, and the table where he was the only one left.

Hongli stopped the little Taoist priest outside, and said seriously: "Tell me the truth, what happened to He Shen?"

The little Taoist priest was in the mountains on weekdays, and he had never seen such a posture. He was frightened by the emperor, so he didn't dare to hide it, and stammered: "He...he sir is not in the room. No one can be found anywhere in this temple...that's why..."

Hongli frowned and said, "Don't you monks have a commandment not to tell lies? Don't you just use your mouth to fool people?"

The little Taoist priest lowered his head when he heard the words, blushing and dared not answer, for fear that Hongli would expel him from the temple if he gave an order.

Hongli glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me... I forgive you for your innocence, where is He Shen now?"

The little Taoist said softly: "Pindao just happened to be going out with my lord, and he said that if the emperor asked, he would say that he was ill. As for where he is now, I really don't know, it seems that he was watching the peak in the past. direction."

Under Hongli's repeated intimidation, the little Taoist priest was about to cry, and even his voice unconsciously brought a weeping tone.

Hongli was not in a good mood that day, and the so-called interest was reluctantly mentioned in front of the Queen Mother.Now hearing that He Shen is so bold, blatantly ignoring his will, and wantonly deceiving him, he suddenly became angry.

He muttered in a low voice: "If you don't eat, you don't eat, maybe I beg him to eat..." The Taoist didn't hear clearly, but he didn't dare to ask again.He only listened to Hongli's instructions: "Since he doesn't care about it himself, there is no need to keep food for him..."

Just as the little Taoist was about to speak, Hongli had already turned and left.The young man scratched his head in doubt. With his understanding of the world over the years, he really couldn't figure out the twists and turns inside.

It's so good, why don't you need a meal?It's so good, why are you not allowed to keep food?

The little Taoist stood there thinking for a long time, finally shook his head ignorantly, and walked towards the stove in the temple.

It is strange to say that there is little rain in winter, and the sun is still warm and sunny during the day, but at night there is hail, and the sound can be heard on the eaves.

Hongli wrote the word "Jing" with a brush in the room, but was startled by the sudden sound of hailstones. When he paused, the word "Jing" became nondescript.

Just like the predecessors painted cakes to satisfy hunger, Hongli's writing of tranquility is also to seek peace of mind.However, the more he wrote, the more restless he became, his palms were covered with sweat, and he almost couldn't even hold the pen.

The sound of hail kept reminding him that the outdoor environment was harsh and the wind and rain were blowing.I'm afraid even he himself is ashamed to admit that he has been wrestling with paper and pen indoors for half a day without taking a break, just to wait for someone to come and apologize for himself.

But no, from the time when he was calm at the beginning to when he was upset now, he couldn't wait for He Shen.

Hongli opened the door, looked at the shattered icicles on the ground, and told the Taoist outside the door: "Find an oil-paper umbrella for me."

It wasn't until he opened the umbrella and walked on the mountain road that Hongli felt that the restlessness in his heart was calmed down by the rain.He Shen hadn't returned to his house since dinner, and Hongli didn't know where to look for him in the deserted mountains.

He only vaguely remembered that the little Taoist said that he was going in the direction of Riguan Peak.Knowing that the hope is slim, but you must take a look before you can feel at ease or give up.In the silence of the night, the emperor, who always had someone to accompany him wherever he went, suddenly felt refreshed.

It was a strange experience for him to have no one on the mountain.Following his vague impression, Hongli climbed up Riguan Peak step by step, shouting Heshen's name loudly along the way, doing things completely inconsistent with his status as an emperor.

When he finally came to Riguan Peak, he saw a person sitting on the Gongbei Stone.Hongli once watched the sunrise here, and knew that the sea of ​​clouds could be seen under the rocks in the daytime, but in fact it was an abyss, and if he was not careful, he would fall to pieces.