Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan slept through the early morning.

Today was not the day for Hugh Mu, but Yao Mourning Huaijin was afraid that his condition would relapse, and seeing that he was sleeping soundly, so he didn't have the heart to call him.

However, Ning Huaijin is a careful person. When she got up in the morning and asked someone to notify the courtiers, she still remembered to tell them to collect the papers of the cabinet and the courtiers, and wait for Ning Yan to check them at any time.

Ning Yan slept for most of the day, and there was nothing in his stomach except the big bowl of bitter medicine that he had poured down earlier. People are lazy on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, more and more reluctant to move.

Before He Wenting left, he gathered up the curtains on both sides of Ning Yan's bed, and hung them on the iron hooks at the head and end of the bed. Ning Yan looked at the sky outside, and found that the sky was bright outside the window, and it was noon.

Seeing that it was already this hour, Ning Yan decided not to get up in a hurry. He waved away the little servant who wanted to help him get up, and took a look at the memorial beside the pillow.

It stands to reason that Ning Huaijin assisted the government according to the late emperor's order. As long as Ning Yan was not married for a day, the title of "assistant government" would last for a day.If there were no major court events, he would have the right to deal with some trivial affairs of the court on weekdays, and he didn't even have to deliberately ask Ning Yan.

But Ning Yan now has all the folded memorials, which means that Ning Huaijin has never even read them.

Ning Yan had already discovered that ever since he got older, Ning Huaijin had less and less intervened in court affairs.Even if he often invites Ning Huaijin to come to the study to meet, Ning Huaijin's eyes rarely fall on his desk, and his degree of caution is more than that of the cabinet.

A few years ago, Ning Yan wondered why he suddenly became so industrious, and secretly complained to him about it.It's just that as the days went by, Ning Yan slowly came to his senses - Ning Huaijin was leaving a way out for herself.

Ning Huaijin and Ning Yan have the same surname but different clans. Let alone Ning Yan, they are one level behind Ning Zongyuan. They can only be regarded as a side branch of the royal family.

And over the years, this family has withered for some reason, and when it was passed to Ning Huaijin, he was the only son left.Probably because of this reason, his family is very low-key, and they have lived in the capital for several generations. When the late emperor was alive, he once led troops to guard the frontier for the late emperor.

This branch has lived tepidly until now, and has always been able to share the worries of the king, and those who are not able to be idle nobles at home, have always been far away from court battles, and have never been so colorful.

Ning Zongyuan chose Ning Huaijin for Ning Yan, bypassing other closer clansmen back then, in fact, he took a fancy to the stability of his lineage.

But Ning Zongyuan's imperial decree back then undoubtedly put Ning Huaijin on fire, dragged him up from his original mediocre place, and forced him to stand with Ning Yan.

Over the years, Ning Huaijin has indeed kept her duty. When it was time to assist the government, she worked diligently, waited for His Majesty to grow up, and then began to withdraw. She had no love for power, and she retreated back to the original boundary between the monarch and his ministers. Even because of the "gratitude of nurturing", he retreated even more than other courtiers.

Ning Yan knew in his heart that this was the foundation of Ning Huaijin's family, and it was also the way they worked out over the years to get along with their monarchs and ministers - since ancient times, emperors have been suspicious, and being in power may not be a good thing, the more serious the bond, the more guarded it is Otherwise, not only will the future be in jeopardy, but even the original affection will be wiped out.

Ning Yan is not an ignorant young man from ordinary people. He can understand Ning Huaijin's scruples and worries...but he can't be happy.

Because Ning Yan likes Ning Huaijin.

He is pleased with his uncle.

It would be against human relations to speak out about this matter. Anyone who thinks of this kind of thought will have to introspect a thousand or eight hundred times first, wishing to touch the pillar with his head to dispel this absurd thought.

But Ning Yan just looked down at his palm with a flat expression, and put the memorial in his hand back to the pillow.With just such an effort of retracting and releasing, Ning Yan easily skipped this matter in his mind.

Because this idea has been in his mind for three years, he is used to it.

Ning Yan couldn't remember exactly when this idea started, where it came from, and how it changed from a feeling of support to a feeling of love.

But to say that he found his heart, it was about three years ago.

At that time, Ning Yan had just turned 13, and the queen mother who had just returned to the palace sent two beautiful young maids to Zichen Palace in the name of teaching others to serve Ning Yan.

Women who teach personnel don't have to be dignified, as long as they are soft, well-behaved and good-looking.The queen mother was afraid that she might not be sure what he wanted, so the two maids she sent were twins.The similar looks have been carefully groomed, one with light makeup and one with heavy makeup, they look like two completely opposite people.

That night, the Zichen Palace was replaced with a light wood cinnamon fragrance. After being baked by the stove, it was so sweet that it was a bit greasy. Ning Yan didn't like that taste very much, so he drank several cups of tea to suppress the smell.

The pair of twins look similar, but have completely different temperaments, and each has its own brilliance.

It’s just that Ning Yan looked at the two young maids in tulle palace attire, and felt bored for some reason. If it wasn’t for that sister wearing a light green embroidered plum blouse, he had to take a second look. , he is afraid that he doesn't even know what these two people look like.

So Ning Yan didn't ask them to sleep with them, but asked He Wenting to take them to the side hall to sleep for a night, and planned to send them back to the Queen Mother the next day.

This was actually nothing, but coincidentally, Ning Yan dreamed of Ning Huaijin that night.

In Ning Yan's dream, it was a snowy winter day. He was in the plum garden of the palace, leaning against the wall at the gate of the plum garden, looking at Ning Huaijin with a smile.

Ning Huaijin likes plum trees, especially the one that Ning Yan planted by himself. She has to take care of it every year. After the buds are formed, she is even more unwilling to leave it to others. She must take care of the flowers by herself. Pinch off the first crop of plum blossoms on the tree and make plum cakes for Ning Yan, which is considered a complete merit.

Ning Huaijin in the dream was younger than she actually looked, but she looked like a teenager. When she stood under the tree and looked at the treetops, her eyes were full of satisfied smiles.

"Huaijin." In the dream, Ning Yan seemed to be separated from him by that layer of monarchs and ministers, as well as the distinction between uncle and nephew, but he just smiled and said like a friend chatting: "No matter how hard you stare at, the flowers are not as good as you are." Will be seen by you."

"It's coming soon." Ning Huaijin said: "Looking at it, it's just a few days. When the flowers bloom, it must be very good to pluck them and make some wine."

Ning Huaijin turned around and walked towards Ning Yan.Ning Yan straightened up, just waiting for him to walk in front of her, and stretched out his hand to meet him with a smile, teasing casually: "Alright, when the wine is ready, I have to..."

Before Ning Yan finished his sentence, he realized that while walking, Ning Huaijin's dull-colored outer shirt suddenly changed into a light green summer dress with embroidered plums for some reason.Ning Yan was taken aback for a moment, but felt that the clothes seemed familiar.

But before he could come up with a one, two, three, Ning Huaijin had already stepped forward, smiled and grabbed his hands.

"No matter what His Majesty says, I will obey it." Ning Huaijin said.

Ning Yan's eyes subconsciously fell on the hands they were holding. Ning Huaijin held his hand, and her slender fingers like beautiful jade casually rested on his palm.

The slightly cool little fingertip slid across Ning Yan's palm, and subconsciously hooked it lightly.

Ning Yan shuddered violently and woke up from the dream instantly.

At midnight, only the night watchman in the temple dozed off on the footsteps outside the curtain. The candlelight reflected on the curtain, leaving bright and dark shadows.

Ning Yan slowly exhaled a mouthful of hot and spicy air, and found that he was sweating profusely from sleep at some point, with his underwear sticking to his body wetly, and there was an undetectable bitter taste in the air.

That smell even overwhelmed the smell of spices in the hall, covering him pervasively.

The moment Ning Yan woke up, he remembered the origin of Ning Huaijin's suit - he had just seen it on the maid sent by the Queen Mother before going to bed.

But trying to understand this didn't make him fully awake, Ning Yanmu lay on the bed in a daze, his mind went blank.Stiffly, he stretched out his hand to explore in the quilt, and felt a sticky and slippery touch.

At that moment, Ning Yan almost thought he was crazy.

He clearly remembered what he dreamed, and he clearly understood what the dream reflected.

His dirty thoughts that he didn't even know were just hooked lightly by a piece of clothing, and he immediately dropped his helmet and armor, and there was nowhere to hide.

Under this sense of immorality, the youth's heart is so fragile that it is not as thin as a piece of paper. After that, Ning Yan once dared not see Ning Huaijin. A bunch of courtiers discussed together.

But even if he avoided Ning Huaijin like this, the absurd thoughts in his mind did not gradually fade away with this distance, but became more and more profitable because of Ning Yan's own "evasion", as if it was a star that had been absorbed. The seeds of nourishment grew into towering trees before he realized it.

Ning Yan began to pay attention to Ning Huaijin intentionally or unintentionally, he would look at him when he was in court, and he would look at him when he was in court, and even when Ning Huaijin was not in front of him, he would often think that he was at home at this time will do something.

While he was afraid of his uncontrollable mood, he couldn't help but want to get close to Ning Huaijin.

That absurd dream would jump out anytime and anywhere to disturb his mind, the more Ning Yan wanted to forget, the stronger the sense of existence of that dream.So much so that in the end, Ning Yan could clearly recall all the details of that dream anytime, anywhere, including the cold and soft touch when Ning Huaijin held his hand.

Ning Yan has avoided, been angry, and even feared because of it.During that time, whenever he saw Ning Huaijin, he felt extremely ashamed, wishing to scold himself thousands of times in his heart, and even copied "Book of Rites" to try to calm his mind.

It's a pity that after copying "Book of Rites" from beginning to end several times, his character is still stubborn and stubborn.

This mood lasted on and off for half a year, and Ning Yan finally gave up.

Because he found that he couldn't let Ning Huaijin go.

Even though he was burdened by this kind of shame and self-blame every day, as long as Ning Huaijin appeared in front of his eyes, he would still notice him.

Ning Yan, who was 13 years old at that time, had already learned the emperor's art for seven full years, and it was considered a small achievement.

But only in front of Ning Huaijin, he could forget all about "emotions and anger are invisible" and "the one who hides from the courtiers".