sunset fever

After returning to Yangjing, Chen Mimao rested for a while, his old injuries healed, and he was much older, completely different from the year before he went to Fenjiang.In the early morning court, you can't talk about trivial matters. After several ministers finished their important tasks, Chen Mimao raised his head with calm eyes and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to do."

The door is closed in front of the hall, the white smoke pulls out the thin thread around it from the copper furnace, and the twilight of the early morning comes in through the cracks in the window.

Many lamps were lit, and Chen Bizhen sat on the high dragon chair. He took the tea handed by the servant, drank it to moisten his throat, listened carefully to Chen Mixie's words, and then said: "King Guirong, please tell me .”

"Your Majesty's harem is deficient, and the position of the crown prince is vacant, but I think of a way to ensure stability in Dayan, and hope that your majesty will enrich the harem as soon as possible."

Chen Bizhen lowered his head, his eyes were full of leisure and brilliance, and said slowly: "At my age, I'm not in a hurry to make a crown prince."

Chen Mixiong's expression did not change, he was always unhappy, and no one dared to ask him casually, so everyone around fell silent.

"As the king of a country, everything should be thoughtful."

Chen Mixie said.

"My father established me as the crown prince in the past few years, and I didn't miss any important matters." Chen Bizhen was still sitting half-reclined like that. He blew off the mist on the tea without looking down, and said, "The crown prince should think about it. As for the matter of the harem, it will be discussed in the spring of the next year, and there is no need for King Guirong to worry about it."

The servant knelt down and took the cup that Chen Bizhen handed over.

It was getting half-dawn, Yanfeng Wang Chen Bobo stood behind the people for a long time, his eyes were closed, and he was about to make up for the sleep he owed in the morning, when Chen Bizhen finished speaking, he panted and opened his eyes .

He turned around and walked towards Chen Mimao's back. He was somewhat withdrawn by nature, so he didn't raise his head, but he still stared hard at his dry eyes under the brow bone.

"Your Majesty," Chen Jianbo raised his voice, lowered his head and said, "What King Guirong said is exactly."

Chen Bizhen straightened his back slightly, looked closely at this elder brother whom he had not seen often, and said, "King Yanfeng is happy to go to court today?"

"Your Majesty's heir is the blood of the country, and there is only one empress in the harem, and the selection process can no longer be waited. I feel that we should make an exception, and the selection process should be made years ago, or marry a few famous ladies into the palace first, in order to—"

"Nonsense," Chen Bizhen was not furious, he frowned, his tone was indifferent, and said, "What do you think I am? Choose a group of concubines and test them next to each other. If they feel good, they will be pampered. If they feel bad, they will be abandoned in the cold palace." Become a dead person?"

Chen Bobo's thin face was still lowered, and he said: "This is the monarch's prerogative. Your Majesty is the real dragon emperor, so he can naturally enjoy the beauty of the world and can determine the fate of a person's life."

Chen Bizhen stood up straight, and said: "The noble ladies mentioned by King Yanfeng are all the expectations of their parents, and they are all in the prime of their lives. They are not someone's plaything. If you have something to play, please know first." Respect', let's do it again."

The surroundings fell into silence, and the sky became brighter. Prime Minister Zhao Zhaiwu nodded and said: "Your Majesty, the harem always follows the monarch's opinion. Others have the right to make suggestions, but not to make decisions. Your Majesty, please calm down and make your own plans."

"Your Majesty, I praise the Prime Minister's words." Chen Taoshao naturally agreed.

Next, some important ministers and princes spoke to Chen Bizhen, and when the arguing voices died down, Chen Bizhen was about to leave, only to hear Chen Bo's voice come again, and the white cold sky shone behind him.

"In your majesty's opinion, the empress is only in her prime, and she needs to be respected."

These were the words that echoed in the quiet hall, the end of which was drowned out by the voices of people sending Chen Bizhen respectfully. Chen Bobo closed his eyes, followed the crowd, and knelt on the side of Chen Mizhen's upright legs

His eyelids were deeply sunken and flickered slightly, and he didn't say anything else when he saluted.

When they met Chen Yuxun by chance, Yan Xiu and Zhao Yu were in a narrow alley in Chongcheng, they came back from the palace of Princess Xichun, and saw her old ailment of eye pain.

Chen Yuxun was dressed in flowing light gray clothes, he immediately returned Yan Xiu's salute and said, "Lord Yan."

"King Liuqian, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes," Chen Yuxun stood there calmly, he was alone without any servants, he said, "Yesterday was Master Yan's birthday, I was going to congratulate him with a gift, but—"

Yan Xiu chuckled and said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to be formal."

"But remembering that I had a deep discussion with His Majesty, he was thinking about the overall situation, so I decided not to go to your place to avoid trouble."

Yan Xiu was wearing a blue cloak and a single cloth cape, his black hair was blowing with the wind, he said: "I'm just a commoner, how can I have that ability, he is naughty and domineering, afraid that I will often walk with you, not with you He played."

Seeing Yan Xiu smiling, although Chen Yuxun didn't reply, he looked at him knowingly, and then smiled too.

"He is very naive," Yan Xiu said, "I only know him after we have known each other for a long time."

Chen Yuxun raised his eyes to the distance, he immediately bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, Wan An."

Immediately, Zhao Beak and Yan Xiu bowed to each other.

Chen Bizhen also just came here, he was upset, so he took his servants for a walk here, saw those people standing here, and planned to scare Yan Xiu from behind, but Chen Yuxun saw through the trick.

"Why is King Liuqian here today?" Chen Bizhen asked, not standing close.

Chen Yuxun replied: "I stayed at home for a long time in Lengtian, and I came to Chongcheng specially for a walk. When I ran into Mr. Yan and the deputy envoy here, I just chatted for a while."

After listening to his answer, Chen Bizhen nodded gently, he took two steps forward, stood in front of Zhao Yu, and said, "You go back first, I have something to talk to Master Yan."

Chen Xun was very interested, saw that Zhao Beak was dismissed, so he left with an excuse, Yan Xiuxiang was abandoned here, facing Chen Butian and a few servants alone, he asked: "What do you want me for?"

"This place is narrow and remote, and there is no good scenery to enjoy. You might as well go to a wide place. There are thousands of scenery in my Canghua Garden. When your eyes and ears are comfortable, you can talk and talk about poetry and Taoism."

After Chen Bizhen finished speaking, he stared at Yan Xiu and smiled lightly, puffing out the thin cheeks under his eyes.

Yan Xiu said coldly: "You say you are overbearing, but you still don't change."

"It's going to enter Dongyue now, I've considered your stay. Tonight at Xushi, I'll wait for you at Linjiao Terrace in the northwest of Canghua Garden, and discuss this matter in detail." Chen Bizhen came to talk, standing unsteadily, and talking Bi, he smiled and walked away.

Yan Xiu watched the group of people leave, so he naturally concluded that Chen Bizhen wanted to forgive him and allow him to leave, but to this day, permission may not be forgiveness, but a grueling refusal.

There were piles of black rotten leaves beside the wall, Yan Xiu couldn't stand the cold wind, and suddenly felt pain in his eye sockets, and immediately, even the roots of his teeth and throat also started to ache from the cold.

On a winter night, the cold wind was piercing, and deep clouds pressed down from the day into the night. Yan Xiu had a meal with the people staying on duty at the Imperial Medical Office, and then put on a moon-white rabbit fur beanie, and went to the Canghua Garden. The garden is more open, and the houses are built on gray steps. It is dark at the moment, and the lights are out.

At Linjiao Terrace, the sky is wide and the earth is flat, and the moon can be touched with hands.

Yan Xiu hadn't seen the scenery of Chongcheng until now, he went up the stairs and walked for a long time, but he didn't see anyone, so he was a little depressed, so he guessed what Chen Bizhen was trying to tease him.

When I got to the front of the room on the steps, I saw a person there. He was wearing a pink-gold cloak, his hair was swaying in the wind, and he was carrying a lantern painted in the shape of a dragon.

There is no one else around.

"It's such a cold day, why don't you find a warm place to talk about it?" The higher you go, the more unbridled the wind. Yan Xiu is used to Fushan for many years, and he really can't stand it.

Chen Bizhen turned his head, and the light of the lantern became a thin cover, which seemed to protect the two of them.

He said, "Because..."

Yan Xiu immediately picked up the sorrow that had been interrupted for a while, so he took a deep breath.

He really didn't want to leave, at least today, right now.

"Because Linjiao Terrace has the widest view, and Chongcheng is all in sight, so it's a good place to watch fireworks." Chen Bizhen laughed as he spoke.

After finishing speaking, he controlled his gradually calm expression and looked at Yan Xiu quietly.

Yan Xiu's nose was numb from the cold, and he asked him in surprise, "What fireworks?"

"You have been separated from your homeland for many days," Chen Bichen said, looking at the dark sky in the distance, "the birthday also passed quietly, if I hadn't met Nie Wei last night, I still don't know; I don't know what gift to give, You don't like to accept gifts, so why not give you a firework that can't be repaid."

Before Chen Bizhen finished speaking, he heard a sharp sound in the distance. The white fire ball rushed from the ground to the sky, rushed into the night, and exploded into gorgeous red flowers. Immediately, another sharp sound sounded one after another, and the black sky In an instant, it was dyed with colorful fire.

Yan Xiu looked up and didn't know what to say for a while, so he put his hands on the rail next to him.

Chen Bizhen asked loudly: "How is it? Does it look good?"

"You don't have to be extravagant—"

"Happy birthday, everything goes well."

Yan Xiu's eyes were red, and he slid his gaze down. He stared at Chen Butian's cheeks, pursed his lips and chuckled, his eyes overflowed with warm springs, he sucked his cold nose, and asked, "Do you have any orders?"

"Yes," Chen Bizhen turned around and stood close to him, with the flames flickering on his face, he said, "Stay here."

Yan Xiu was still laughing.

"Stay here, Master Attendant, Lord Yan."

The wind continued on a winter night, and the snow gradually fell from the sky like debris from fireworks. The two entered the room and sat on the warm couch, drinking warm and sweet rice wine. meditation.

It seems to have an epiphany the moment you open your eyes.

He just made a decision, a little embarrassed, and it seemed to be fear and regret, he said: "Master Yan, there is one more thing to ask."

"You said."

"Where do you live?"

"Fushan Mansion."

"Who do you study medicine with?"

"Chunqi Mountain, Fushan Prefecture, Ye Shengzi."

"Family business—"

"There is Nanputang, a pharmacy."

"Any relatives?"

"My parents passed away when I was a child, leaving me and my younger brother to grow up together."

"Did you live in Yangjing when you were a child?"

"No, no reason to lie."

After speaking, Yan Xiu, who was drunk, lightly raised his red eyelids, and asked, "Why do you ask these questions?"

Chen Bizhen closed his eyes again, and after he breathed out, he sat upright, and saw Yan Xiu crawling over from the side of the couch, kneeling and sitting beside him, a little respectful, and then offended, tightly hugging Chen Bizhen's back , resting his chin on his shoulder.

"I left A Ji in anger." Yan Xiu gritted his teeth and said.

Chen Bizhen asked in a low voice: "Why are you angry with her?"

"Last night, she prepared food and wine for me, and said she would settle down by my side. I didn't want to agree, so I didn't."

At this time, the arrogant and indifferent Yan Xiu was completely gone, he hugged Chen Butian's back even harder, and the sleeves of his coat were also rumpled at the elbows.

When Chen Bizhen turned his face away, his eyes almost touched his long black eyelashes.

The light wine has a long smell, smoked together with the heat of the breath.

"Why don't you agree? You don't...don't you like her?"

Yan Xiu immediately retorted loudly: "No! Not anymore, never again, because... because, it's unspeakable."

The world in the wine, for Yan Xiu, is scorching heat, followed by panic, courage and erratic words; he hugged Chen Bizhen's back like this, and then fell into a whole piece of irresistible warmth.

He felt fresh and secure.

Chen Bizhen lowered his head, he let Yanxiu hold him like this, and was thinking about the interrogation of his family background just now, he said again: "You are from Yangjing, the son of Shi'an Tang Yanmin and Wen Suyue, right?"

"No." Yan Xiu closed his eyes and replied.

"Okay." Chen Bizhen raised his hand, and rubbed Yan Xiu's red cheek with his knuckles, and he couldn't help touching it with the palm of his hand again.

Then, said: "Go to sleep when you are drunk, I will trust you tonight."

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