sunset fever

Wurong robe court day language arrow

White shirt with spoon on mountain night leading bow

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Although the mid-autumn festival was over, Yan Xiu had a few more days to spare because of Shi Shan's contribution to saving his family. Seeing that the weather was fine, he ate his lunch and went to the garden, throwing food to the red carp in the pond.

Mynah bought it, a black one with a copper-green luster, Shanyin called "Zuo Zuo" with the red copper bird stand, and it flew to stop.

Mo Xia asked, "Why is it called?"

Yan Xiu stood beside the low rockery, looking directly at the red wind fish dancing in the pool, and said: "From the beginning, I hope that we can all have good luck and everything goes well."

Mynah can learn human language, so she followed Yan Xiu and said, "Ruyi."

Mo Xia said that she was going to get dim sum tea, but she came back after a while. She bent her knees and said, "Lord Yan, someone is coming from your majesty's side."

"Who is it?" Yan Xiu asked without raising his head as he only cared about feeding the fish at the bottom.

Behind Mo Xia was a young servant, around seventeen or eighteen, he came forward to salute Yan Xiu, and said, "Master Yan, Your Majesty was at the archery range early, tripped over a roadblock and suffered some injuries."

"Elder-in-law," Yan Xiu held the porcelain pot of fish food in his hand, looked at the man again, and said, "Now is my free time. That day, he was seriously poisoned by snake poison, so I will go as soon as I go; this kind of wrestling I can't handle the broken skin."

The servant hurriedly bowed again and said: "Master Attendant, Your Majesty will not eat three meals today, saying that his body is damaged."

"I just finished two meals."

"Your Majesty said... Lord Yan is not here today, he must have missed an important matter in the court, and he should be questioned."

The fish food fell into the pond, creating a small circle of water, Yan Xiu stretched out his hand, and Mo Xia took the fish food jar; Yan Xiu pursed his lips and said nothing, then sighed softly.

"Little tyrant." Yan Xiu gritted his teeth and said.

Therefore, Yan Xiu hurriedly changed his clothes and combed his hair, followed the servant, and went to Chongcheng by car.Afterwards, he took a soft sedan chair to go outside the Suihua Palace, where Jianfang was guarding as usual, and met Yan Xiu in a bow. At this time, Zhong Qingming came out and said, "Master Yan, please go inside."

The noise was very loud. As soon as Yan Xiu arrived at the door, he heard the young woman's playfulness. After the door opened, he saw Chen Bizhen in his nightgown, sitting on the couch opposite Princess Jinglan, grabbing a pile of moisturisers. pork knee bone.

The girl was surprised, she regained her senses, smiled at Yan Xiu, and said, "Lord Yan, I recognize you."

"Princess Jinglan," Yan Xiu bowed to her, then walked two steps towards the door, he said, "I heard that your majesty's body is damaged."

Chen Bizhen reached out to brush the messy hair on his shoulders, and took down the cat that had climbed up his shoulders. He was sweating a little from playing around, his cheeks were naturally pink, his eyes were rounded, and he immediately said: "Ji Yi , you go back."

"Remember to send someone to help me make a bed robe. If you want the material of the emperor's wife, you can embroider butterflies."

"I'm doing it." As Chen Bizhen was talking, he leaned on the soft cushion beside him, and when he saw Chen Yiyi going out, his face collapsed, as if he had been seriously injured.

"Your Majesty, do you know that I'm not on duty today? There are Master Qin and all the deputy envoys in the Imperial Medical Office." Yan Xiu went to sit on the empty couch and stared at Chen Bizhen's face.

"I was afraid that the poisonous injury from that day would recur, so the insurance company invited you here."

Chen Bizhen was able to immediately become majestic, with the appearance of a monarch, he discarded the stubbornness just now, touched Wenfeng with his hand, carried it again, and handed it to the servant at the side.

Autumn is not going to be warm for long, and this day is rare and sunny. At this time, the slanting sun is shining brightly, making Chen Bizhen's face look like fresh white jade.

He Fang has not grown into a rough or handsome man, he is still a boy.

The leg is also bright white, not much hair has grown, the snake bite has not yet healed, there are only two black blood scabs.

"It's all right," Yan Xiu said after carefully looking at the fresh bruises on Chen Bizhen's calf, "No need to use any medicine."

Chen Bichen sat with his legs curled up at this moment, and the upper bodies of the two got closer.

The young emperor's breath is also fresher than others. He has lived in Chongcheng for many years, but he has not become stable and dull like this palace complex. There are still two strands of sweat-soaked hair on his cheeks, and he suddenly raised his head and asked : "Do you know that I am the one who called you into the palace?"

"But I want to go." Yan Xiu said.

"Is King Liuqian's crab delicious?"

Yan Xiu sat upright. He looked directly at Chen Bichen without smiling, and replied, "It's delicious."

"I heard that you were ill on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Some wind chill."

Yan Xiu replied, the natural way in his heart, Chen Bizhen alluded to the rejection of the reward that day, he turned his head casually, and said softly: "You can punish me as you like."

I don't know what childish things are playing around, but Chen Bizhen, a shrewd person in the court, found it interesting. He suddenly sneered and said: "In reality, you were rude in front of the imperial court, and you were indeed beheaded a long time ago."

Yan Xiu's mind drifted away, thinking about the tragic events in his childhood, and replied: "Indeed."

"King Liuqian is not in the same camp as me. If you still know that you are a member of the imperial medical office, you have to be a little bit more modest."

Chen Bizhen was still a little reckless, and he was a little anxious at this time, so he didn't feel that he was losing his composure at all, he was being forced.

Yan Xiu said: "Don't worry, I will talk to him about important court affairs, and I won't plan anything. Only because I share the same interests and have something to say, I became a close friend."

"I'm not a close friend?" After Chen Bizhen asked, he laughed again, lying on a recline.

"You think so."

Young people can be hated, Chen Bizhen is like a flower blooming on a spring branch, swaying arrogantly under the sun.

"You stay for supper," he said.

Yan Xiu felt that he couldn't leave, he stayed for a while, turned around, and saw Zhong Qingming coming, asking him to go to the outer room, a table was propped up behind the screen, and a few more candles were lit, the flames were covered by a thin white inside.

It's not dark yet.

When Yan Xiu saw Jianfang, he immediately stepped forward and bowed, and said, "My lord, the guards outside the Taolang Pavilion should find something else to do?"

"They are also doing things under orders, I hope Lord Yan will forgive me."

Jianfang has become a decent person, with a gentle tone of voice, he smiled at Yan Xiu, and said: "At the beginning, His Majesty ordered me to call you here, and he chose the food and clothing himself, and he took care of it. The house is for you, so you need to understand who is the one who really cares and who is just lip service."

Yan Xiu was stunned, not knowing what to answer, and after a while he said: "Food and clothing are one side, ambition is the essence. I don't know what kind of power King Liuqian is in the court, and he will not affect my duty as an attendant."

Jianfang smiled brightly, and said in a low voice, "But Your Majesty will be unhappy."

"Everything in the world has its own displeasure, but he is coaxed by everyone."

A voice came from behind: "Take a seat."

Chen Bizhen just came here, only listened to Yan Xiu's two words, he was wearing a moonlight gown with a round neck and narrow sleeves, he seemed to have washed and washed, he asked: "What's your displeasure?"

"No."

Yan Xiu began to save words, sat down, and saw the waiter bring the dishes to the table, in front of him was a dish of "Crystal Meat".

"Eat that, it's delicious." Seeing that Yan Xiu didn't move his chopsticks, Chen Bichen wanted to point someone to serve him some vegetables.

Yan Xiu had only been to formal banquets, but this was the first time he saw Chen Bizhen's usual dining table, it was a bit casual, and he relaxed freely, not as many rules as he imagined.

After the meal, the waiter brought a fine yellow wooden box, and Chen Bizhen said: "There are only three pairs of chicken blood pearls in Chiban Kingdom, and I brought the ones from my mother's harem."

"The queen has a pair too."

"This pair is for you."

Before Yan Xiu had the time to refuse, Chen Bichen stood up and said, "I'm going to study and practice my calligraphy, so please leave."

It's getting colder.

Chen Mixie was the Second Prince, who was granted the title of King Rong. He recovered the lost land in the south of Fenjiang Mansion a year ago, and was hit by a poisoned arrow on the battlefield, so he lived there for a long time to recuperate his injuries. Later, he even left with his family members.

The brigade of chariots and horses arrived at Yande Gate, the wind blew in from a distance, and the coldness permeated the whole body. I saw the princes and officials standing in front of the hall, wearing court clothes, silent.Chen Bizhen stood on the high platform, with Qu Yao and Zhong Huashu on the left and right, the crowd filled the usually quiet and deserted courtyard.

Surrounded by imperial guards and guards guarding Chen Bizhen, this is a very high ceremony that a prince can get.

Chen Mizhen's beard was not white, he was in his fifties, and he was wearing a brand-new black military uniform. He was born thin, with a pair of bright eyes on his black face. From a distance, he could see an inaccessible majesty.

There is also killing in the expression, and there is a mess of depression.

Chen Mixie stood still at the foot of the steps and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty."

Chen Bizhen frowned inadvertently, gritted his teeth, and asked, "King Guirong saw me, why didn't he kneel?"

"I'm not offending you, I'm just saying something to show my ambition."

"Say it now."

The sky was a silent gray, and suddenly, a flock of dark black birds flew over.

Chen Mizhen didn't look at Chen Bizhen either, he looked straight ahead and said: "A few days ago, there were frequent floods in the south, food shortages, agriculture and commerce were not prosperous, it was not because the people didn't work hard, it turned out that the power of the court and the central government has not been implemented. I implore Your Majesty to think carefully, change and divide power, and the benefit of a certain people will win the trust of the people."

"The disaster relief funds and food have been distributed. I have sent Liang Wenge and Qiang Sizhi to the two prefectures of Fenjiang and Yongzhou to make decisions on disaster relief matters. Natural disasters cannot be changed by one's own efforts. We just need to do our best to deal with them."

Chen Mixie bowed again, and said, "Your Majesty, I implore you to listen to the minister's words, and reform the separation of powers."

"The world does not rely on one person's judgment. If there are difficulties and doubts in the disaster area, my special envoy will come to report."

"I hope His Majesty loves the hearts of the people."

"King Guirong returns with his troops, just rest."

Chen Bizhen felt that the wind was strong, and the two voices were different, echoing in the empty space, Qu Yao stood in a fine attire, looking tired, while Zhong Huashu opened his eyes wide and looked at Chen Mizhen, not much say what.

Chen Mixie withdrew, and at the grand ceremony, his wife You Han hadn't arrived yet, and all the officials stood in the open space with the cold autumn wind blowing, knelt down again, and sent Chen Bizhen respectfully.

Dark yellow dry leaves fluttered from the trees in the distance.

After the court, Chen Bizhen was a little worried. He should have been furious in front of Chen Mizhen, but for the sake of Fenjiang and the overall situation, he wanted to put Chen Mizhen away; their faces were alike, even if only To some extent, they are all relatives of the late emperor Chen Chang.

Met with Yan Xiu on the way, Chen Bizhen was about to go to Yuekuo Palace to have lunch with Zhong Huashu, Yan Xiu's blue dress was chic in dark gold and silk, Chen Bizhen suddenly remembered Chen Yixun's poem.

"See Your Majesty." Yan Xiu was followed by Zhao Beak, so he covered the gourd-painted enamel hand stove in his hands, he wore a dark blue ribbon on his head, and his face was as cold as usual.

"Where is Lord Yan going?" Chen Bichen smiled and asked him with his head tilted.

"Go to Shaoshan and look for a medicine."

"That place has been dry recently, and there is nothing good to see." Chen Bizhen shook his head and said.

Yan Xiu was naturally dissatisfied, he breathed out calmly, and asked softly, "Do you know or I do?"

Yan Xiu's smile is always the same, shallow and cold, he is as tall as Chen Bizhen, and he can look at him with the tip of his eyes.

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