me and my vest

Ye Gucheng's perspective——

snow.

Ye Gucheng heard Xueluo's voice.

The white snow on the eaves of the Hall of Mental Cultivation fell to the ground.

Ye Gucheng sat up slowly, pulled off his quilt and got out of bed, then pushed open the window and used a fork to support it.

It was not yet dawn, only the fresh cold wind wrapped snowflakes falling in, and soon melted in the warm room.

It was still early, before Ye Gucheng practiced his sword, he shouldn't have woken up now, but the sound of snow falling was really loud.

When he was still in Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng never wanted anyone to serve him, and now he is the emperor. He took off the white clothes from the hanger, tied his hair, picked up the memorial that fell on the ground last night, and then opened the door to go out .

The moonlight is cold, and the sun in the sky only reveals a small spot of light. The moonlight hits the golden glazed tiles, reflecting a cold brilliance.

The Forbidden City is cold.

Cold to the bone.

Even if the South Study Room and the Hall of Mental Cultivation were lit with high-quality charcoal fires, and the palace people burned scalding hot water all night, the Forbidden City was still icy cold.

Because the people who live here are the loneliest people in the world.

Ye Gucheng was very lonely when he was very young. He knew what he was capable of and what he had to bear. After becoming the emperor, his loneliness was as solid as the ice and snow in the sky.

It's just that loneliness is added to loneliness.

The world.

The emperor is in charge of the world, and Ye Gucheng is in charge of the world.

Is the word "tianxia" equivalent to loneliness?

"City Lord."

There is only one person in the Forbidden City who still calls Ye Gucheng that way, and this person is of course the housekeeper.

The housekeeper has followed three generations of Baiyun city lords, and now, the current city lord has finally realized the ideal of the Ye clan.

The butler held a paper umbrella to cover Ye Gucheng from the falling snow.

"Why did the city lord get up so early today?"

"Nothing." Ye Gucheng sighed, took the paper umbrella, "I'll walk around by myself, you go back first."

The housekeeper agreed, and when he was still in Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng liked to take a walk alone under the moon.

Snow covered the entire long road, and the palace lanterns on both sides had been burning all night, and now they only gave off a dim light. Ye Gucheng stepped on it, leaving two rows of footprints.

The thick layer of snow creaked and creaked, and the red walls and yellow tiles were cold and atmospheric in the snow, magnificent and silent, just like its owner.

Today is the first day of the new year, the first day of the new year.

Whether it's the maids, the eunuchs, or the guards guarding the door, everyone has been smiling happily since yesterday, and they all wear red silk ropes on their bodies.

As the emperor, Ye Gucheng was still dressed in white, only the headband that tied his hair was made of bright yellow satin.

He doesn't have red.

The Chinese New Year seems to be no different for Ye Gucheng, he just doesn't have to go to court anymore, and there are not so many papers to deal with.

He was not a talkative person. The Ye clan had a small population, and he was the only one left in the direct line. Of course, there was only one person living in the Forbidden City.

Sometimes at the end of the whole day, Ye Gucheng just had a word with the housekeeper.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the boots under the feet are gradually soaked by the humidity, and the corners of the clothes are also covered with snowflakes. Ye Gucheng is ready to go back.

As soon as he turned around, he stopped again.

Because he saw the swordsman in black walking on the snow.

He Guiting came from a distant road, without an umbrella, it seemed that he had walked for a long time, and there were many snowflakes on his clothes, coupled with his icy sword intent, it looked like a piece of ice.

But his eyes were gentle.

Ye Gucheng smiled, and he turned his umbrella over to cover the falling snow for the black-clothed swordsman.

"Why did you come so early today?"

"Chinese New Year today." He Guiting said, "Aren't you going to celebrate Chinese New Year with me?"

Ye Gucheng froze for a moment, then smiled again.

"No, of course we have to live together."

There was only one person's footprint when I came here, but now the footprints on the snow are in four rows.

This is left by two people walking side by side.

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Ye Gucheng recalled the memories of his childhood, he knew He Guiting when he was still in his teens.

They are confidants who talk about everything.

They are sympathetic rivals.

Even during the palace change, He Guiting was on Ye Gucheng's side, he didn't care about the emperor and power.

If Ye Gucheng asked him to help, he would naturally do it.

That's all.

During the period when he first came to the throne, there were constant assassins, and people often poisoned the meals, so He Guiting stayed in the Forbidden City.

There will always be a person standing behind the dragon chair holding a sword.

There are always handwritings on the memorials that do not belong to the emperor.

There are always two teacups to be washed by the housekeeper.

The mahogany sword stand against the wall in the south study always had two dark ancient swords on it.

As soon as Ye Gucheng turned his head, he could see the swordsman in black standing behind him.

Now after that period of time, he finally stood beside Ye Gucheng again.

When the two of them stepped into the South Study Room, it was already dawn.

The coldness on his body persisted for a long time, so Ye Gucheng went to make a pot of hot tea himself.

There is a curl of mist floating above the cup, and the fragrance of tea wafts out, which is undoubtedly a very good smell.

At some point, the housekeeper placed melons and jelly beans on the table, as well as some cute red candied haws.

The butler always hopes that his city lord can live a more lively life. He hopes that many people will surround Ye Gucheng. He hopes that a lonely city is not among the white clouds.

The housekeeper hoped to make Ye Gucheng happier.

"Do you want to set off fireworks?" the black-clothed swordsman asked suddenly.

He actually took out a big firework from his sleeve.

This firework looks very exquisite, and the packaging is also very good, but it is not something that the swordsman in black would buy.

"fireworks?"

"Sikong Zhaixing gave it to me." The black-clothed swordsman smiled, "He stole one from Lu Xiaofeng."

"Lu Xiaofeng bought fireworks to make Xue Bing happy, but now he was so angry that he jumped and ran after him."

"Okay." Ye Gucheng said, "Where do you want to put it?"

"In the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

The Hall of Supreme Harmony is the tallest, and of course the fireworks are the most beautiful.

No one cares whether fireworks can be set off in places that symbolize supreme power.

When the fireworks were rising high in the sky, the housekeeper asked He Guiting to help hang some red lanterns.

The housekeeper was thinking of something again, if He Guiting went to hang the lantern, how could Ye Gucheng just watch?

Of course he wants to go.

Red lanterns were hung around the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and the New Year's atmosphere was suddenly enhanced as the housekeeper expected.

"Plum blossoms are blooming." Ye Gucheng said suddenly.

Of course, the best plum blossoms are grown in the Forbidden City. The red plum blossom is almost dripping with blood, and the petals are as beautiful as silk.

"Do you want to plant a tree in your yard?"

"It doesn't bear fruit." The swordsman in black stopped and looked carefully at the plum in the corner, "I don't want it."

Ye Gucheng smiled, "In the spring, I will see which peach tree is good, and then I will send it to you."

"it is good."

The two figures gradually disappeared among the plum blossoms.

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"I remember that Lu Xiaofeng invited you to Li Yanbei's house for the New Year, why don't you go now?"

This is how Ye Gucheng told He Gui to stop.

So the housekeeper was a little unhappy.

"Why don't you want to celebrate the New Year with your friends?" The butler took out the dishes from the food box, placed them on the table one by one, and then went to fetch the ivory chopsticks that were put aside.

"Where did my friend come from?"

The housekeeper sighed, "Isn't He Guiting a friend of the city lord?"

Some juice flowed from the steamed ribs in black bean sauce, and the hot steam lingered in front of Ye Gucheng's hanging chopsticks, blurring the dragon pattern on the cuff.

"No."

"Then what is he?"

"It's a confidant, an opponent." Ye Gucheng took a spoon to get the duck with winter melon and barley, "Ye Gucheng has no friends."

"He Guiting has one, and Lu Xiaofeng is his only friend."

The butler sighed again, this time he sighed even harder, "Then why did you tell him to go?"

"The Chinese New Year should be more lively."

Ye Gucheng quietly looked at the snow scene outside the window.

The moon was as cool as water, and the moonlight flowed on the steps, and the fragrance of plum blossoms penetrated far from the corridor he walked in the afternoon.

The light cast a shadow on the sword in Ye Gucheng's hand.

The world.

this world.

Is loneliness the scariest thing in the world?

Sitting on the cold dragon chair, looking at the civil and military officials lined up on both sides below, looking at the shadows of the trees in the setting sun, looking at the shadows reflected on the vermilion wall while practicing swords, is this kind of loneliness even the leaves? Even the lonely city can't bear it?

"He Guiding should go to a more lively place." Ye Gucheng said, "The Forbidden City is too cold."

The butler didn't speak.

"not to mention."

The butler went to listen again, and he heard what else his city lord could say to make him angry.

"I know he will come again."

The author has something to say: I was encouraged by everyone in the skirt to write a side story that I would never have written, and I have been writing it until now.

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