Bend that ghost

When the new emperor ascended the throne, he named Wen Yuan, head of the Wen family, as the national teacher, and the highest status of the metaphysics in Yuan Dynasty.

Yuan Shang is just a small country, and it coincides with the troubled times. There are constant turmoil among the big countries, and Yuan Shang is also affected.

There was not much difference between the enthronement and the pre-enthronement. The only contender, King Mu, had already entered the imperial mausoleum. Within two months, it was the day of the great cold, and his father followed him into the imperial mausoleum.Jing Lian has great power in his hands, but his life is getting worse and worse.

Wen Yuan saw that his highness was getting thinner and thinner, and the already thin person had lost a lot of weight. He couldn't take a rest every day when he was ugly, so he felt distressed, sighed and played the role of a beauty. Work, the slender fingers pressed the acupuncture points on Jing Lian's head and gently rubbed, while sighing: "Look at your father, how happy you are to have fun all day long, but you are not as good as a young scholar, If I knew this earlier, I shouldn’t have helped you get into this position.”

The young emperor was dressed in a black dragon robe, and the palace lantern shone faintly on his thin face. His pale cheeks were dyed light yellow, which made him look a little more angry, but there was still a faint bluish black under the eyelids, and the brows were also concealed. Unable to get tired, he tilted his head and sighed when he heard the words: "Presumptuous."

Wen Yuan laughed out loud: "Your Majesty has been presumptuous many times, what is your majesty's plan? Huh?"

Jing Lian raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Yuan's hand, and paused every word: "What should I do for the imperial disgrace?"

Wen Yuan bowed and kissed Jing Lian on the cheek, and laughed, "I will make amends to you."

Jing Lian's ears were flushed, she retracted her eyes and lowered her head slightly, with a rare cute look, she hummed softly: "Who cares."

Wen Yuan took advantage of the situation and sat beside Jing Lian, raising his arms to embrace him. The pure white sleeve robe with flowing clouds and golden patterns was covered with the black dragon robe trimmed with gold thread. One white and one black, but they matched perfectly. .

Wen Yuan glanced at the memorial on the dragon case, just as he saw something, Jing Lian suddenly raised his hand and swept the memorial down, Wen Yuan was startled, not to mention how rude this behavior was for Lian'er, who is like a gentleman, Lian'er never left the memorial alone, what happened today?

"Wen Yuan." Jing Lian suddenly called softly, put his arms around Wen Yuan's neck, looked at each other with undisguised love, his lips moved, and said softly: "Did I tell you, I love you."

Wen Yuan hadn't recovered from the sudden confession, soft lips were stuck to his lips suddenly, and he was surprised to find the deep emotion in Jing Lian's eyes, nestling in his arms as if escaping from something, Wen Yuan stretched out his hand to cover it. Jing Lian patted lightly on the thin back twice, comforting the person in his arms like a small animal, and followed his will to return a tender kiss.

After a while, Wen Yuan withdrew from the kissed ruddy lips, and kissed Jing Lian's hot ear again, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Lian'er, is something wrong?"

Wen Yuan is a perceptive person, not to mention that there is no one in this world who knows his Highness better than him, Lian'er got into a temper this morning and insisted on carving out a token of love with his own hands.It has long been the way of getting along like an old husband and wife. You can tell what the other party wants with just one look, but the token of love has never been given.

Your Highness wants, Wen Yuan will not be stingy, and immediately abandoned the early court to carve a token for his little daughter-in-law.

I thought that the daughter-in-law who had been spoiled for many years but had always been well-behaved had finally learned to act coquettishly, but now that I think about it carefully, it is... weird everywhere.

Jing Lian pursed her lips and did not speak, and simply buried her head in front of his chest, hiding her face completely, which confirmed Wen Yuan's doubts even more.

Wen Yuan pondered what was wrong, picked him up, pinched the white and delicate jaw of the man in his arms with his fingertips, forcing him to look at him.But the pair of eyes that were filled with mist felt tense, and couldn't bear to ask, so he let go of his arms and coaxed him softly: "What's the matter? Lian'er, what can't we say between you and me?" You won't let me go to the morning court, and you won't let me watch the memorial, but those old things in the court are making trouble again? Huh?"

Jing Lian froze, her slender and well-proportioned fingers clenched the skirt of Wen Yuan's shirt tightly, and buttoned it into the pure white material, the tails of her eyes drooped slightly, she pursed her mouth and still remained silent, but she didn't know that her demeanor was trying to hide it .

Wen Yuan thought about it, it was nothing more than the fact that the courtiers finally couldn't bear him as the national teacher.What's more, Jing Lian has always refused to marry wives and concubines, and the harem is empty, and those ministers who have girls of the right age at home are probably very anxious.I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "My wife is also a fool. Since those ministers are in trouble, what can they do if they hide from the early court?"

But seeing the young emperor who refused to speak in his arms, Wen Yuan lost his mind.Lian'er is clearly telling him - I understand everything, but that's what I want to do.

Wen Yuan pinched Jing Lian's cheek and asked, "What the hell did those courtiers do? Lian'er, if you don't tell me, how will you prepare countermeasures for your husband?"

It's true that he hasn't noticed the actions of those courtiers recently. Wen Yuan thinks that everything has been arranged, and he can't think of any leverage that group of old people can push Jing Lian to this point?

Jing Lian looked indifferent, leaned on his shoulder, and shook his head: "It's okay, they can't make waves. I get a headache from reading the excerpts, and I don't want to read them today."

"...Okay, Lian'er is tired, so he should take a rest." Wen Yuan was confused, but coaxed by instinct.

How long has he not seen Lian'er like this?Like a wronged animal seeking comfort, very cute.

He caressed the back of the person in his arms one after another, but thought silently in his heart.Since the fate of the Son of Heaven is the fate of the country, as early as when he cast a spell to connect Jing Lian with the fate of the country, Jing Lian was already destined to sit on the dragon chair.It has been six years since Jing Lian was 13 years old when he traded his life for the fate of the country. Wen Yuan had a hunch—he couldn't hold on anymore.

The country is about to decline, the building is about to collapse, and the people Wen Yuan gave up his life to protect are now forced to the point of no return. It is a pity that he has risked his life but can only get back the past few years. He's dead, what should Lian'er do?

Wen Yuan suddenly panicked, and asked half jokingly and half seriously: "Lian'er, tell me, if my life is exchanged for your country, is it worth it?"

Jing Lian's body trembled, and he raised his head suddenly, like a little beast defending his territory, his eyes were shining brightly under the dim candlelight, and his expression was solemn: "Compared with you, the throne of the country is not worth mentioning. "

Wen Yuan stared at Jing Lian in a daze, and the affection seemed to intertwine in the eyes of the two as if they had materialized. There was a sudden pain between the eyebrows, and the vision suddenly became a little blurred. Letting the smell of rust spread in his mouth, the dizziness became more and more severe. Before he fell asleep, he could only faintly see Jing Lian's reddish eyes, and heard him whispering in his ear: "Sorry, but I want you to live I want you to live well”