Dingjiangshan

Ning Huaijin seemed to be determined to avoid Ning Yan, and she never even appeared on occasions like the New Year's Eve banquet.

On the first day, Ning Yan received a leave post from Prince Gong's Mansion. It was well-regulated, but there were still a few sentences, and the inside and outside of the words still said, "It is not suitable to face saints due to the wind and cold", so I have to resign from the New Year's Eve party .

Ning Huaijin was probably so angry that she didn't even write the seal herself. The handwriting looked strange to Ning Yan, and she didn't know which master in his house wrote it for her.

The booklet was only two thin pages, and Ning Yan read it four or five times, but he didn't see anything.

In fact, he had guessed that there would be such a result earlier, but when he really put the result in front of him, he still inevitably felt a little disappointed.And he clearly knew that this was Ning Huaijin's excuse, but he couldn't help it, after all, he couldn't go to Prince Gong's mansion to punish Ning Huaijin for the crime of deceiving the emperor.

Ning Yan put down the booklet in the silent late night, took a deep breath, and persuaded himself to hold his breath in his heart - Ning Huaijin claimed to be sick, which was already giving him face, if he asked for anything more, it would be a shame. Insatiable.

But the habit engraved in his bones for a long time is not as easy to forget as Ning Yan imagined. On New Year's Eve, Ning Yan knew that Ning Huaijin would not come, but he would still secretly peek behind him during the sacrifice until he saw Only then would he remember that Ning Huaijin was angry with him at the station that was deliberately vacated.

Fortunately, only Ning Yan and Jing Zhan, who presided over the sacrifice, were on the high platform during the sacrifice, and the rest of the courtiers were kneeling under the steps, so they couldn't see His Majesty's distracted behavior.

Ning Yan absent-mindedly followed Jing Zhan through the process, sacrificed to heaven and earth, and paid homage to his ancestors, then took all the officials to the main hall in a mighty manner.

The night of New Year's Eve was still left for the courtiers to go home to worship their ancestors and watch the year, so the palace banquet was arranged at the second quarter of Shenshi.

On such a lively day, the courtiers and relatives were all present, plus the scattered female relatives and juniors, it took more than half an hour just to greet Ruan Yin and Ning Yan.

The dishes on the table are bright, but they have lost the temperature when they were just out of the pot. Ning Yan put a small plate of snacks in the palace at noon, and he is not too hungry now, so he only focuses on watching the singing and dancing in the audience. Can pick a chopstick by hand.

Most of the time, Ning Yan was busy dealing with the toast.

New Year's Eve is a good day, and everything must be "auspicious and good luck" in order to go smoothly in the coming year.That's why Ning Yan couldn't face the courtiers with a sad face. No matter how impatient he is now, how lacking in interest he is, he must be happy to "have fun with the people" so that the people in the hall can live a happy life. good year.

Ning Yan did a good job too, with a soft smile on his face, he never refused to greet and congratulate anyone.Seeing that he was in a good mood today, the courtiers were also happy, and those who wanted to join in the fun and get a lot of money started to try it out, and toasted more and more.

In the end, He Wenting refilled two jugs of "wine" for Ning Yan, and then managed to cope with it.

"Your Majesty." He Wenting walked over to prepare vegetables for him, and persuaded with a suppressed voice: "Sour food really hurts the stomach, you should eat something to cushion your stomach."

What Ning Yan put in the pot was not wine, but sour tea that was similar in color to wine.

The drunkenness at the hunting ground caused the young little emperor a big loss, and he sharpened his memory.After he came back, he told He Wenting that he would never touch alcohol again.

Ruan Yin looked at him coldly from the side, and could see that he was uncomfortable - Ning Yan never liked this kind of occasion, and Ning Huaijin was not here today, so he didn't know why he was feeling uncomfortable.

In Ruan Yin's eyes, Ning Yan's behavior of never refusing anyone who came was just an excuse to drink away his sorrows. Ruan Yin straightened the silk handkerchief in her hand, and felt a little pity.

Ruan Yin thought about the children's families, how pitiful she was for being moved what she shouldn't be.

Recently, Ning Zheng wrote to her twice, saying that he found a powerful local warlock at the Anqing Mansion to read it, saying that the concubine's baby must be a son, and Ruan Yin was in a good mood, and she didn't feel so bad when she saw Ning Yan. It's pleasing to the eye.

Ruan Yin glanced at Ning Yan, saw that he put down the wine glass, and the corners of his eyes were red, so she "showed mercy" to help him out, saying that Ning Yan was still young, and he was afraid that he would be too strong to drink, and told the uncles of these clans to be afraid. Stop paying homage.

Ruan Yin is the elder sister-in-law, and she is older than most of the clan relatives present, which is also very suitable for her status.Although Ning Yan didn't know why the sun came out from the west today, he immediately seized this opportunity and said that he was too strong to drink.

The banquet lasted for an hour, and it was almost time to end. Upon hearing this, the courtiers in the audience put down their cups and chopsticks and got up to see him off.

Ning Yan waved his hand, said a few words of encouragement meaningfully, then pretended to be drunk, and was helped by He Wenting into the carriage back to the palace.

The silk and bamboo wind music has not stopped, and Ning Yan's carriages are all out of the gate of Changle Palace, and the sound is still lingering.

Because it was New Year's Eve, lanterns were hung everywhere in Miyagi.The candlelight made the lanterns made of red paper glow red, and even the brick-red palace walls decorated the entire palace city lively.

Ning Yan stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car, looked outside, and met a palace lantern of Chang'e flying to the moon. The palace lantern had three layers inside and outside, and when the wind blew, the hollow layer inside turned around. It happened that the bright moon turned to Ning Yan's side.

The warm candlelight poured out from the gap of the bright moon, filling up the gap of the paper-cut, and also depicting a living "bright moon" on this small dead thing.

Ning Yan looked at the lamp, but suddenly remembered something else.

"He Wenting." Ning Yan called out.

He Wenting was originally waiting at the other end of the frame, but when he heard this, he trotted around a few steps and promised, "Your Majesty, tell me."

"Are there still fireworks for my birthday?" Ning Yan asked.

"Yes." He Wenting said, "There are still some piled up in the company's warehouse."

Ning Yan hummed, and ordered: "Find a few people to carry it over, and we will release it in Zichen Hall when we watch the New Year's Eve at night."

He Wenting was taken aback for a moment, and said, "...Your Majesty, tonight is New Year's Eve, and there are already fireworks on the city and palace walls."

"They let theirs go, let's let us go." Ning Yan didn't want to say more, just said: "Go and get it."

He Wenting had no choice but to agree, and casually ordered two servants to move.

When Ning Yan returned to the palace, Jing Zhan was waiting at his door. He seemed to have been waiting for a while, and the stove in his hand was not getting any heat.

Ning Yan helped He Wenting's men get out of the car, he was quite surprised to see him, and asked, "Why didn't you go back to Jiangfu?"

"There's no one at home, what to do when you go back, why don't you stay with His Majesty for a year old at night." Jing Zhan said: "Anyway, you are alone, and we can just get together for dinner."

Ning Yan: "..."

Ning Yan sighed, waved his hand to signal others not to follow in to serve, and led Jing Zhan into the main hall.

"You know." Ning Yan said.

His tone was very firm, and Jing Zhan was not surprised. He followed Ning Yan into the door familiarly, as if he had returned to his own home.

Jing Zhan took off his cloak, put down the hand stove, and waited until he sat down on the soft couch before he said slowly: "Prince Gong who celebrates Chinese New Year did not enter the palace. Such a rare thing has been spread throughout the palace."

"Oh." Ning Yan said flatly, "What have you said?"

"It's nothing." Jing Zhan said, "It's nothing more than saying that the prince didn't enter the palace this year... People in the palace don't have the guts to spread such nasty lies."

"Not to mention the palace people, even the courtiers are curious." Ning Yan sat opposite Jing Zhan, and said casually: "Dali Siqing, Yong'an King... There are several people who also asked me."

Ning Yan complained in a low voice: "But what can I say, except to send medicinal materials to the palace, I can't say anything else."

Jing Zhan reached out and took the chessboard next to the soft couch, put it on the small table in front of the two of them, and pushed the white piece to Ning Yan.

When He Wenting saw Jing Zhan at the door just now, he guessed that the two of them had something to say, so he didn't follow in, and just kept guard outside with the servants and maids.

"Actually..." Jing Zhan had set up the chessboard, but he didn't know where to start. He glanced at Ning Yan's expression, and said hesitantly, "If you're really worried, I'll go and see the prince for you."

Ning Yan made a move, took two chess pieces in his hand, and said casually, "You guessed it."

"If you are familiar with the inside story, it's not difficult to guess." Jing Zhan sighed: "At the beginning you insisted not to marry Shu Qiuyu, I thought there was something wrong, but I really didn't expect—"

"There's nothing unexpected about this." Ning Yan looked calmer than Jing Zhan, he hooked the corners of his lips, and said with a light smile: "Your Kunlun descendant claims to know the world's affairs, and you look at God's will with divination, which is better than a god. Well, why didn't you count this?"

"I haven't read His Majesty's horoscope." Jing Zhan rolled his eyes angrily, and said, "My sect has rules, and it's not considered an emperor's business. I really dare not violate the ancestor's precepts."

"That's such a pity." Ning Yan smiled and said, "Maybe you can see the only emperor in the history books who lost all children and grandchildren."

Jing Zhan's expression gradually became serious. He looked at Ning Yan's expression, trying to find a trace of a joke from it.

But he searched for a long time, but found nothing.

"...Are you serious?" Jing Zhan asked in a deep voice.

"No joke." Ning Yan said, "Haven't you heard of it?"

"Your Majesty's intention, I cannot agree with it." Jing Zhan threw the chess piece back into the chess box, sat up straight, and said seriously: "If Your Majesty insists on this, I will inevitably persuade Your Majesty... Please think twice, Your Majesty."

From Ning Yan's thoughts to the present, this is the first courtier who dared to tell him "no" - even Ning Huaijin avoided saying this clearly.

Ning Huaijin had something to do with him, so he was not easy to talk about, and He Wenting was afraid that he might not know his mind, so he didn't dare to persuade him rashly.In the end, after going around in circles, the first sentence actually came from the mouth of the most "immortal" person in the palace.

But Jing Zhan was doing it for his own good, Ning Yan understood.

"You're so young, really..." Ning Yan pointed at him, and half-truthfully said: "Obviously your house lives in a ready-made one, and you're still so pedantic."

"I don't think that love is wrong. You can't control your heart in a lifetime. Don't talk about falling in love with people, even if you fall in love with flowers or grass, I don't think so. It's all a matter of personal fate." Jing Jing Zhan said earnestly: "But your majesty can't, your majesty is in a high position, and you can't do it rashly."

"If I say, I have thought about these things, and I know it well." Ning Yan said lightly.

Jing Zhan looked at him, didn't speak, he just shook his head slightly - it's not that he doesn't believe in Ning Yan's sincerity, but that this is an unsolvable problem at all.No matter how determined Ning Yan was, it was impossible for him to sit on this throne for a lifetime without a wife or children.

Unless...unless he doesn't want to be the emperor anymore, Jing Zhan thought.