Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Xie Zhao slept long enough this time.

When he woke up again, the sky outside the window had completely brightened.Xie Zhao was in a daze, somewhat suspecting that what happened last night was just a dream he had.

Just as he was thinking, there was a babbling sound, the sound of the door being pushed open.

Xie Zhao immediately came back to his senses, put his hands on the bed, straightened his upper body, and looked expectantly towards the door.When he saw Bingwen coming in with a washbasin, the light in his eyes suddenly faded, and he became sullen again.

He sighed: "It's not Your Highness..."

Bingwen chuckled: "What are you thinking? It's fine that the third prince coaxed you to sleep last night, but you still want him to wake you up in person?"

He put the washbasin on the shelf, turned around and went to take Xie Zhao's official uniform again: "Don't think about it and stay on the bed, don't forget that you have to go to Yushitai to resume your post today, if you are late, be careful not to be caught I impeach you for being spoiled and undisciplined."

Xie Zhao didn't listen to the second half of Bingwen's words at all.

He was so startled that he jumped off the bed: "His Highness really came last night?" After speaking, he reacted: "How do you know His Highness is here?"

"I woke up at night and saw it."

Bingwen replied honestly: "I wanted to see if your quilt was covered, but I saw the third prince come out of your room. He told me that you just fell asleep, and told me to move more quietly so as not to wake you up." .”

Speaking of this, Bingwen couldn't hold back his emotion and said: "To tell you the truth, I finally know why you and the third prince are together now."

Xie Zhao got out of bed, rinsed his mouth and face pretending to be calm, and quietly pricked up his ears.

He asked, "Why do you think that is?"

Bingwen stood aside holding Xie Zhao's official uniform, and let out a long sigh: "The third prince is good-looking and has a good temper. If you want to play the piano, I will play it for you. If you want to go out to see the performance, I will go out with you. Now What's more, I'm even willing to come to coax you to sleep at night—what kind of luck is it for you to meet someone who puts you on the top of my heart like this."

Is he the person on His Highness's heart?

To round it up, doesn't Bingwen mean that he is His Highness's sweetheart?

Xie Zhao was elated when he heard that, his eyebrows were raised, and there were smiles at the corners of his eyes and brows.

He took the official uniform from Bingwen, and after dressing neatly, he couldn't help but patted Bingwen's head cheerfully, and praised him with a smile: "Our Bingwen has bright eyes and is a sensible person."

Breakfast is eaten with Fu Ling.

Xie Zhao drank preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and unconsciously looked at the people around him.When the other party noticed it and looked over, he quickly turned his head and continued to drink porridge pretending to be calm.

After going back and forth like this three times, Fu Ling finally couldn't help but ask, "Does Master Xie have anything to say?"

The one who shouted was Mr. Xie.

Xie Zhao gradually realized that usually Fu Ling would call him Mr. Xie, serious and polite; only in private, he would call him Xie Zhao, with that kind of helpless and conniving tone.

——Xie Zhao prefers Fu Ling when he is alone with him.

Hearing Fu Ling's question, Xie Zhao put down the spoon, and suddenly asked nonchalantly, "Did Your Highness rest well last night?"

The young civil servant in the blue official uniform looked over with a pair of clear and bright eyes, and Fu Ling only felt a part of his heart soften.

He hummed, with a smile in his eyes: "I slept well."

Xie Zhao waited for a while, but still didn't get what he wanted to hear.

So I could only speak by myself: "Your Highness, don't you want to ask me if I slept well last night?"

How can anyone ask others to ask themselves questions like this?

Fu Ling laughed, looked at him leisurely, and followed his heart and asked: "Then Mr. Xie, did you sleep well last night?"

Xie Zhaoyang smiled: "Very very very good."

He used three very childishly, it can be seen that he was really satisfied with the quality of sleep last night.After a pause, he quickly added: "Your Highness has a medicinal scent—some astringent, some light, but it makes me feel very at ease."

Peace of mind...?

Fu Ling's heart moved, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Xie Zhao put down the bowl and chopsticks, said to him quickly, "Your Highness, I'm going to Yushitai" as if embarrassed, and walked out of the room quickly like a rabbit .

Looking at Xie Zhao's back, Fu Ling felt that the official uniform could not suppress his youthful spirit.

"Run what?"

Fu Ling sighed with a smile, "It seems like I'll never grow up."

After Xie Zhao arrived at Yushitai that day, he was greeted with concern from his colleagues.Many people gathered around Xie Zhao, looking at this young but tall junior with admiration.

That's right, after Feng Delin and his son and Lord Taibao, Xie Zhao's resume has a few more glamorous strokes-beating the drum of grievances, clearing up the grievances of Lord Lin and the Sixteenth Guards, and impeaching the Minister of the Ministry of War incidentally.

This kind of record really opened the eyes of the colleagues of Yushitai who thought they were well-informed in the past, and they all expressed their shame.

Xie Zhao had no choice but to pick out some things about Quzhou and yesterday's court to share with everyone.

Everyone was satisfied and felt that they had obtained first-hand information, and finally dispersed.

Pan Yue said to Xie Zhao: "Master Xie, you have made a big splash this time. Now you go to the street and ask, who in this capital does not know your name?"

Xie Zhao sighed, "Everyone in the entire capital knows what happened."

Pan Yue explained to him: "What you did this time is still troublesome? Yesterday you yelled after you beat the grievance drum, and there were quite a few people who heard it. After Lian Song went to Mr. Jia's house to search, this matter will be over. It can't be smaller."

Seeing that Xie Zhao was still frowning, Pan Yue looked amused and patted him on the shoulder: "Master Xie, don't worry, no one speaks ill of you, everyone praises you for your courage to speak out, you are a rare good official."

He joked: "Our Yushitai first had a Master He who dared to speak directly to the Holy Majesty, and then there was a Master Xie who dared to beat the drum for grievances. It is really a blessing for us Yushitai to have you and Master He here."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here, when Pan Yue finished speaking, He Fang and Dou Shun walked in together.

The two had just come back from the court, and their faces were a little strange.Seeing Pan Yue and Xie Zhao say this, He Fang glared and scolded: "Is there no official document to deal with? Don't just think about being lazy!"

He looked at Xie Zhao: "Master Xie, although you made great contributions yesterday, you must remember not to be complacent or neglect your duties."

Pan Yue was a little afraid of He Fang, so he shrank his neck, said hello to Dou Shun and He Fang, and quickly returned to his seat.

Xie Zhao is not afraid of He Fang's stinky face.

He followed He Fang and Dou Shun into the study room, and asked curiously: "I see that Master Dou and Master He look different, did something happen this morning?"

Xie Zhao was a smart man, and Dou Shun didn't intend to hide him.

He lowered his voice, and said to Xie Zhao: "During the early court today, the holy decree ordered the prince to stop his self-examination, return to the court, and continue to assist the holy majesty in handling political affairs."

The meaning contained in this behavior is really not small.

Xie Zhao changed his mind, and quickly figured out that the Holy Majesty must have heard what he said yesterday.Let the prince return to the court, but also to let the prince and Cheng Wang form a counterweight.

Dou Shun reminded Xie Zhao: "After yesterday's incident, Mr. Xie should now be a thorn in the side of many people and a thorn in his flesh. You must be very careful, don't become the target of others' criticism."

He spoke in a cryptic manner, but Xie Zhao could tell that he was making himself a king carefully.

People who can become officials for this purpose are naturally not stupid.

Many people were vaguely aware of the tricky relationship between Cheng Wang and Jia Yongshao.It's just that King Cheng has a noble status after all, and it seems that the Holy One doesn't intend to give it up completely. Everyone can only pretend to be blind yesterday and attribute all the wrong things to Jia Yongshao.

Xie Zhao thanked Dou Shun for his kindness: "Lord Dou, I understand."

After coming out of Yushitai that day, Xie Zhao thought about it, and went to Pei's mansion to look for Pei Shaonan.

He told Pei Shaonan about the burning of his study room, and finally spread his hands and said, "All your paintings and poems were burned to nothing, leaving nothing behind."

Leaving aside the content of the paintings and poems, Xie Zhao felt a little embarrassed when the other party's works were burned: "If I had known that, I wouldn't have taken them to me."

Pei Shaonan raised his eyebrows: "Are you serious?"

Xie Zhao nodded: "Naturally."

So Pei Shaonan immediately showed Xie Zhao a unique skill of sketching, picked up the pen and put it down, and within a quarter of an hour, another masterpiece was produced.

In the painting, it is Xie Zhao who was happily eating a watermelon bigger than his face when he was a child.Fearing that others would not know who the person on the painting was, Pei Shaonan thoughtfully wrote Xie Zhao's name on it.

Putting down the pen, Pei Shaonan smiled and said, "The fire is burning really well. At least from now on, I can invite some literati and officials to visit my paintings at the mansion."

He sighed softly, "Don't tell me, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

——Is this a human language?

Xie Zhao endured it, but still couldn't hold back, stepped forward to take a scroll of the painting, and said goodbye to Pei Shaonan in a firm voice: "It's getting late, I'm going back to Xueya Street."

Pei Shaonan gasped in surprise: "Didn't you just say you wouldn't take my paintings?"

Xie Zhao put the scroll into his arms, and said confidently, "I regret it!"

Afraid that if he stayed here for a while, Pei Shaonan would draw a few more paintings, Xie Zhao hurriedly said goodbye to Pei Shaonan: "It's getting late, I'm going back to Xueya Street first."

It is now the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, and the sky is getting dark quickly.

When Xie Zhao left Pei's residence, he realized that it was already raining outside.The rain was not heavy, but because of the weather, it was inevitable to bring a bit of cold, which made people shiver.

Xie Zhao held up his umbrella and walked quickly towards Xueya Street.

Along the way, the lights of Wanjia gradually lit up, and there were few pedestrians on the street.

Xie Zhao passed the corner, raised his head, and suddenly froze.

As far as the eye can see, someone is standing quietly at the intersection of Xueya Street with a green oil-paper umbrella.The hand holding the umbrella handle was slender and fair, with a thin wrist, and against the background of the black clothes, it looked a bit sickly and pale.

As if aware of Xie Zhao's arrival, the man lifted his umbrella up, revealing a cold and picturesque face.

Xie Zhao was surprised: "...it's raining, why are you here, Your Highness?"

The rainwater slid down the umbrella, and the water droplets fell to the ground with a ticking sound.

Fu Ling walked up to Xie Zhao slowly, stared at him for a moment, then suddenly closed his umbrella, and stepped forward to come under Xie Zhao's umbrella.

He held the closed umbrella in his left hand, and covered Xie Zhao's hand holding the umbrella handle with his right hand.

The hands of both of them were cold, but when Fu Ling's palm covered the back of Xie Zhao's hand, Xie Zhao suddenly felt that the back of his hand began to feel hot.

He subconsciously let go of his hand, and the oil-paper umbrella did not slip off, but was firmly held by the person in front of him.

Whether the umbrella is big or small, it is big enough to support one person, but it is a bit cramped for two people.

Xie Zhao smelled the faint scent of medicine again.

Fu Ling carefully tilted the umbrella slightly to shield Xie Zhao from the slanting rain.

He looked down at Xie Zhao, his brows and eyes stretched: "I'll take Mr. Xie home."

作者有话要说：大家晚安o(*≧▽≦)ツ感谢在2020-07-1923:29:02~2020-07-2101:58:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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