Qingshu Wuji

Yue He walked quickly in the corridor with a tray of supper.It was already late at night, but this bowl of soup was ordered by the emperor just now, and she wanted to deliver it to the emperor while it was still hot.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. At the moment she turned around the corridor and stepped on the steps of the imperial study room, because she was too concerned about whether the soup in her hand was spilled, she lost her footing and fell backwards with a soft cry.He didn't hold the tray in his hand either, and threw it into the air with a huff.

It's over, I'm afraid she will be punished by the mother, don't even think about eating tomorrow's breakfast!

As soon as this thought passed through Yuehe's mind sadly, she felt something wrapped around her waist, which pulled her forward and regained her footing.

"Girl, are you alright?" A pleasant male voice came from beside her, only then did Yuehe realize that what was wrapped around her waist just now was a whisk, and beside her holding the whisk was a handsome man in Taoist robes. Extraordinary young Taoist priest.He wore a Haoran scarf on his head, and a pure white Taoist robe on his body, which was really spotless under the moonlight.Those deep eyes are like the breeze blowing, the smile on the handsome face is like a cloud rolling away, the whole person standing there is like a jade man carved from a whole piece of white jade.Although it looked like this person was standing next to him, but his whole body was shining with a peerless and isolated light, which made people dare not approach him casually.

Yue He knew that this handsome Taoist priest was the lay priest Su Qing who often accompanied the emperor, and he was also the only man who could come in and out of the harem at will besides the emperor.

In fact, it's not surprising, he is a monk, so naturally he doesn't have those worldly concerns.

Yue He found that the tray and bowls and chopsticks she hadn't held were being held in the hands of Layman Su Qing.The crystal clear fingers were not inferior to the white jade tray at all. Yue He couldn't take his eyes off the moment, and he kept lamenting in his heart, why can't such a handsome man want to become a Taoist priest?Why didn't the people around him try their best to stop him?The emperor also trusted him to enter and leave the harem at will?Aren't you afraid of being cuckolded?

Yue He only dared to think about it in her heart, but she also understood why the emperor allowed Layman Su Qing to come and go in the harem at will. One of the reasons must be because there is no concubine in the harem at all.

In the imperial palace of the Ming Dynasty, there is a phenomenon that is different from all previous emperors.The emperor who has been on the throne for two years does not have any masters in the harem.Not to mention the queen, there is not even a woman who has been favored, the huge harem is empty.

Perhaps it was because of the emperor's conquests in the past two years, but now that the world has almost settled down, I am afraid that the harem will be lively soon.

Holding the tray, Song Qingshu watched the young girl change various expressions on her face in an instant, she didn't feel annoyed, she just smiled slightly and said: "Miss, it's hard work, I'll take this supper to the emperor, you Go back and rest."

Yue He originally wanted to refuse, but she found that she couldn't say no to such a handsome face that made people unable to look directly at her.I had no choice but to reluctantly glance at him before twisting the hem of my clothes and walking away.

Song Qingshu didn't take it seriously, and walked up the steps with the tray, without even knocking on the door, just pushed the door open and entered.Anyway, relying on Zhang Wuji's martial arts, he could hear the movement outside and knew he was coming.The imperial study room is not that luxurious, but instead there are various files and materials piled up everywhere. Zhang Wuji, who is dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, is sitting behind the desk, looking at Song Qingshu who walked in with his chin resting on his cheek, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Song Qingshu put the tray on the desk, sat aside and said with a smile: "The little maid rushed to deliver it, probably because she was afraid of getting cold, you should eat it quickly."

"Brother, you can eat with me too." Zhang Wuji opened the gaiwan while speaking. Although he is the emperor now, when he gets along with Song Qingshu in private, he will not call himself "Zhen".

Song Qingshu looked at the thick layer of oil floating in the bowl, and couldn't help frowning: "Eat it yourself, you also know that I don't like greasy food all the time."

Zhang Wuji slowly stirred the soup with a spoon, and asked casually: "I know you don't like greasy food, brother, but I found that you are eating vegetarian dishes recently. You are a fake Taoist priest, don't you even eat meat? ?"

Song Qingshu laughed and said: "Although he is a fake Taoist priest, he also received scriptures in front of the grand master. Do you want to drink and eat meat blatantly?"

Zhang Wuji curled his lips, looking at Song Qingshu whose facial features looked more refined under the light, his heart felt uneasy.After the senior brother accepted him back then, he made the only request, which was not to allow others to know the relationship between them.He also understood why the senior brother made such a request. If the senior uncle and uncle were to know, there would definitely be an uproar.Wave.Besides, according to the uncle's temperament, he will definitely try his best to oppose them being together.And the senior brother has listened to the elder uncle's words since he was a child. If the latter strongly opposes it, maybe the senior brother will really compromise.So he also agreed to conceal their relationship from the outside world.

But the brother was still young, and there was an endless stream of people who came to Wudang Mountain to ask for marriage every year. Although the brothers refused one by one, it was not an option to continue like this, so the brother became a Taoist monk with all his heart.

Zhang Wuji still remembers the shocking feeling when he first saw his senior brother in Taoist robe appear in front of him.No one is more suitable to wear that Taoist robe than him, and no one dares to question his determination to become a monk.After all, such a beautiful person may only belong to the fairy world.Even Song Yuanqiao, who disagreed, sighed for a long time and said nothing more.

Thanks also to the senior brother's status as a monk, the senior brother has been by his side all these years of fighting, and no one has suspected the relationship between them.But recently, he feels that his senior brother seems to be getting farther and farther away from him. Even if he is standing by his side now, he feels that he is no longer in this world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji couldn't help putting down the spoon anxiously, and stretched out his hand to grab the pure white Taoist robe of his senior brother.

Song Qingshu, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Wuji who was pulling the corner of his clothes in surprise, and couldn't help laughing out: "How old are you? Do you still think you are a child? My His Majesty the Emperor."

Zhang Wuji's mood became happy because of the last few words in his words, he smiled and said: "Yes, I am yours, and will always belong to Senior Brother, Senior Brother, please don't forget."

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, and realized that Zhang Wuji's words were a bit too serious, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Zhang Wuji stood up and walked behind Song Qingshu, leaned over and hugged his head, sighed in a low voice, "Senior brother, I'm afraid that you won't think about it, and you will really become a Taoist priest." This hidden worry has been lingering in his heart recently, senior brother Although he was five years older than him, it hadn't changed at all in recent years. Standing together, it seemed like his senior brother was younger than him.It's really like a Taoist priest who cultivates immortality and asks immortality.

Song Qingshu patted his hand, and said with a light smile, "You! Is it because I rarely eat meat? I practice Taoist martial arts, and eating some fruits and vegetables every day is enough, and I don't really need bigu."

"But...but senior brother, you've been sober-minded recently that you don't even let me get close to you..." Zhang Wuji said resentfully, and started blowing in Song Qingshu's ear.It can't be blamed on him being suspicious, although the two of them sleep together every night, but the senior brother goes to bed very early every night recently, as if deliberately avoiding him.Every night he could only hug his sleeping brother and stay up all night.Is he really unattractive to his senior brother?The senior brother is becoming more and more pure and clear, but it also makes him want to bring him back to the world more and more, to be infected with that kind of crazy desire.

"Wuji, you still haven't finished approving the memorial, right?" Song Qingshu grabbed Zhang Wuji's raging hands that were raging on him, and said lightly.

Zhang Wuji complained discouragedly: "What's so good about being an emperor? It's not as good as being in the happy world."

Song Qingshu tapped his forehead with the handle of Fuchen, and said angrily and amusingly: "Wuji, don't let other people hear what you said. You are the emperor now, and how many people's hopes are entrusted to you. No matter how heavy the burden is on you, You have to grit your teeth and carry it on your back."

"But, senior brother..." Zhang Wuji rubbed Song Qingshu's neck, stuck out his tongue and licked behind his ear, and found that senior brother's body trembled with satisfaction.He still wanted to make persistent efforts to satisfy his fantasy of overpowering his senior brother in the imperial study room, but he found that Song Qingshu waved him away with his fly whisk and stood up.

"Go ahead, I'm going to bed first." Song Qingshu straightened his disheveled skirt calmly, smiled and nodded to Zhang Wuji, then turned and pushed the door away.

Zhang Wuji just stood there in a daze, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Of course he tried to use force to keep the senior brother behind, but there was no flaw in the senior brother's body!Is his cultivation so high?

He has been busy with state affairs and wars for the past few years, so he has long since left behind his martial arts, but his brother has been diligently practicing martial arts. Could it be that he is now even better than him?

The highest level of Taoist martial arts emphasizes being pure-minded and ascetic, without desires and desires.Thinking of Song Qingshu's ecstatic attitude and temperament recently, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but clenched his fists nervously.

no!He wants to stop senior brother from continuing like this, he doesn't want senior brother to really become a Taoist priest!