Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The time in the palace passed quickly, as if he wandered away inadvertently, and when he thought about it, he suddenly lost his mind and thought to himself that it had been so long.

Qingyuan got off the morning court and raised his eyes to the sky. The sky has always been clear, and he has not seen even a cloud today. He looked at the shining glazed tiles on the palace in the distance, "Why are there no wild geese today?"

On weekdays, there are wild geese passing by in the sky, forming a V shape and flying south.

The eunuch behind said respectfully, "Your Majesty, it's the cold dew season now, and the wild geese are no longer flying in the sky."

cold dew.

There are many flowers and plants in the palace, white frost can be seen on it among the luxuriant branches and leaves, Qingyuan's thoughts moved slightly, and he turned to look at the eunuch beside him, "I remember Wang Jun's birthday seems to be these few days?"

During the cold dew season, Dayong drank more chrysanthemum wine. It was also this season last year, and Gu Jing celebrated his birthday.

The eunuch was stunned for a moment, then he calmed down and thought for a while, and then smiled, "Your Majesty, you are really amazing. Wang Jun's birthday is the sixth day of September, the third day after the cold dew, which happens to be today."

Qingyuan listened to his flattery with a smile, and only heard the eunuch say, "Wang Jun's birthday is today, and I don't know if Yiyuan Hall will arrange it. If there is, it can be more lively there."

Although Wang Jun is not enough to be favored, the monthly salary that he should have is not less than fresh vegetables and fruits every day. In addition, Wang Jun has always been generous, and everyone in the palace respects him quite much, and they dare not treat him lightly.

Qingyuan thought of the deserted Yiyuan Hall the last time he went, "Let's go, I'll go and see him."

The little eunuch who was sweeping the floor was lowering his head to sweep the fallen leaves on the stage with a broom, when he saw the person on the walking chariot coming from a distance, he hurriedly saluted, "Your Majesty."

Qingyuan got off the chariot, raised his hand to signal him to get up, looked at the trembling eunuch, and asked, "Your lord hasn't been sick these days, has he?"

The little eunuch shook his head, only returned with his head bowed, "I haven't seen the imperial physician these few days."

He didn't invite an imperial doctor, so he shouldn't be sick, Qingyuan said, "Don't report any more, I'll go and see him."

With that said, he stepped into the Yiyuan Hall.

There was sunlight coming in through the window lattice, the bright tiles on the window sash were a little yellowish, the door was open, Qingyuan stepped in, and found Gu Jing reading a book alone at the table.

The sun poured down from the black hair on the top of his head, and slid down to the corner of his clothes. He lowered his eyes, and Qingyuan could even see the shadow cast by the thick eyelashes.

Qingyuan knocked on the door with his fingers, and seeing Gu Jing turning his head back, with surprise in his eyes, he smiled and said, "What kind of book do you read so fascinated, I have been standing at the door for a long time."

Gu Jing came back to his senses, got up quickly and said, "It's just some miscellaneous notes, why is Your Majesty here today?"

Qingyuan sat on the chair beside the table, and brought his figure into his eyes, "Today is your birthday, so let's take a look." Looking at Gu Jing who was still a little dazed, he said, "Have you forgotten your birthday?"

Usually, when Huo Yanyu celebrates his birthday, he can talk about it one month in advance, but Gu Jing never said such things.

Gu Jing stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead, and the smile on the corner of his lips made people feel the spring breeze blowing on his face, "I really forgot."

Qingyuan said, "It's okay, as long as I remember."

Gu Jingwenyan looked at Qingyuan subconsciously, but saw that his expression remained the same, his eyes fell on the books on the table, as if he was talking about a very normal thing.

His heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, and the warm temperature poured into his limbs from the heart. Gu Jing took a slight breath, and tried his best to keep his voice calm, "I also remember Your Majesty's birthday."

Qingyuan responded casually, obviously not paying much attention to this kind of thing.

Gu Jing smiled, raised his hand to pick up the book, and saw that his eyes were focused on him again before he said with satisfaction, "This is the "Nanke Prefect Biography" written by Li Gongzuo. I have nothing to do today, so I will look it up."

"The Biography of the Prefect of Nanke" was written by the people of the previous dynasty, with exquisite brushwork, it has been widely circulated in the society, and Qingyuan also read it before.

There was a wind blowing, and the pages of the book were slowly opened. The white and ink characters should be hard to catch, but he saw eight characters in it at a glance: 'Your family is not here, but your family is not here'.

Gu Jing's eyes returned to the book, and his white fingers touched the ink-scented characters on the page, "This Chunyu Fen had a great scene when he was in power, and now he will be quite suspicious and return home."

Qingyuan took a fixed look at him, and said slowly, "Do you know the ending?"

Gu Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Qingyuan spoiled without conscience, "This is a dream, and it's all fake. He woke up when he saw his body after returning home."

All prosperity is fleeting, Nanke Yimeng.

Gu Jing: ...

For the first time, there was no such indifferent expression on his face, and he looked at Qingyuan quite speechlessly.

The subsequent plot has been finished in a few words, and the interest has been reduced by half. Gu Jing closed the book and patted it lightly with his hand, "It's okay, my friend's wife is dead, it's good to wake up."

Qingyuan gave an 'hmm' and said casually, "The price of waking up is too high."

Gu Jing felt the same way, and nodded in great agreement.

After lunch at Yiyuan Hall, the sun was just shining when I went out, and not long after I arrived at Mingji Hall, I found a courtier begging to see him.

It's nothing, but He Louming, the son of King Yan, came to Beijing and wanted to invite His Majesty to have a party tonight.

This is actually very unreasonable, he should have an audience with the king first when he comes to Beijing, but He Louming has always been disrespectful of etiquette, and he holds the military power in his hands, so he can do it by privately asking the emperor to meet him first.

Qingyuan looked at the invitation that was said to be written by himself, and then looked at the trembling courtier, "Forget it, I will go out to the palace to have a banquet tonight."

It's not like I haven't spent the night outside before, who let Yan Yun be in his hands.

Half a hundred of the courtiers burst into tears and lamented, "I, Dayong, have His Majesty, it is really a blessing for all people."

Qingyuan looked at him silently, you don't need to be so moved, I'm going to a banquet, it's not a Hongmen banquet, don't be like that.

Zuo is still in the capital, no matter how bold this He Louming is, he won't do anything to him.

After approving the memorial, Qingyuan got up and went to the Fanhua Palace where Huo Yanyu was. Under the warm sunshine, the latter flicked his whip boredly for fun. The long silver whip sprang out like a spirit snake, and then made faint marks on the ground. Seeing Qingyuan coming, Huo Yanyu put down his whip, ran over and hugged Qingyuan, "Why did you come here so early today?"

Qingyuan put his arms around Huo Yanyu, looked at the other person's slightly flushed cheeks and said, "I'm going out of the palace in the afternoon, so be good here by yourself."

Sometimes he was not by Huo Yanyu's side. The latter stayed up all night, and his eyes were bloodshot the next day.

Huo Yanyu lowered his head and rubbed against his shoulder, sniffed the scent and said, "What are you doing out of the palace, take me there."

Qingyuan patted his head when he heard the words, "No, tonight is He Louming's banquet, I can't take you there." The latter is most likely to be an enemy or not a friend, and it is uncertain what will happen, Huo Yanyu stays This is safe.

Huo Yanyu nodded, "Okay."

People who are usually domineering and domineering are very obedient when it comes to big things.

Qingyuan bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead, thinking about today's events, he hesitated and said, "Do you know...the car travels through the ant's nest, and the millet is ripe with yellow rice?"

Sometimes he watched the setting sun sink and watched the sky turn yellow, and always suspected that he was in a dream. When he went to Gu Jingna today, the feeling became more and more intense, as if he had forgotten some important people and things, and hugged Huo Yanyu Only then did the feeling of emptiness subside a little.

Huo Yanyu's face showed the unique confusion of a scumbag, "What is that?"

Qingyuan looked at his nobleman with a bewildered expression, then turned his gaze to the marks of different shades on the ground, touched his smooth cheek, and said in a loving tone, "Hey, go play with the whip."

It's good for keeping fit and killing time.

The latter didn't speak again when he heard the words, with a depressed expression on his face, Qingyuan poked his cheek, and kissed his smooth and tender cheek, Huo Yanyu laughed again.

Qingyuan didn't waste too much time, stayed in Fanhua Palace for a while, and then left the palace.

Huo Yanyu watched him go, the soles of his black boots rubbed the welt marks on the ground, turned his head and said to the eunuch following behind him, "Do you know what is familiar, and what is car hole?"

The little eunuch showed a blank expression on his face, "I don't know."

Huo Yanyu snorted, turned his head boredly, and sure enough, only Qingyuan was smart.

A carriage stopped in front of a house in central Beijing. He Louming looked at a pair of slender hands opening the curtains, raised his brows slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Emperor Jin Ren."

When they met the emperor, they would not kowtow or worship, and everyone was shocked when they saw his rude behavior.

Qingyuan slowly got off the carriage, his tone was as gentle as ever, "He Louming."

A smile appeared on He Louming's face, he raised his hand, "Please."

When the two stepped into the banquet hall, He Louming clapped his hands, and the usual waiters filed in, and the table in front of them was placed with excellent delicacies.

He Louming picked up the wine bottle, he looked at the slightly swaying liquid inside, his dark eyes fixedly looked at the opposite person, the smile on the corner of his lips was slightly cold, "I met you in Duoweiju that day. , and Emperor Jinren hit it off right away, so His Majesty will not blame you for hosting a banquet tonight?"

Qingyuan thought to himself that this is no hit-a-light hit, this is clearly the weasel giving the chicken New Year's greetings, he raised his hand and poured a glass of good wine into his mouth, "Of course I won't blame it."

He looked down at the golden wine glass, the wine tasted pretty good.

The person on the opposite side was gentle and elegant, simple and calm. The way he looked down and held the wine bottle was like an elegant picture scroll. The hustle and bustle in the hall seemed to have nothing to do with him. There was a kind of indifference of staying out of things.

He Louming raised his lips suddenly, "Your Majesty is like this, aren't you afraid that I will put medicine in the wine?" The last few words came out of his lips, and there was some other meaning inexplicably, in the deliberately lowered voice, Sounds a bit oozing.

Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and looked straight at the owner of Yanyun Sixteen States, "Would you know it?"

Their eyes met, like two clusters of cold, white and sharp electric lights facing each other, a sword like a scabbard, without any sharpness, but the sharpness of the whole body was restrained, with a gentleness that could confuse others.

Like a flying arrow galloping past, it came through the wind, cold and sharp, with a quenching chill at the top.

The two touched each other, and He Louming was the first to move away.

He raised the wine bottle and faced each other across the candlelight in the hall, "Emperor Jin Ren, please."

Qingyuan raised his lips, "Please".

After thirty days of drinking, the eyes of both of them are clear.

There was darkness in He Louming's eyes, "It's getting late, Your Majesty might as well stay here today." He slowly raised the corners of his lips, with a playful look in his eyes, "I also prepared a present for Your Majesty."

Qingyuan said, "Alright."

He was really curious about what gifts the person in front of him could prepare.

作者有话要说：云随雁字长出自晏几道《阮郎归.天边金掌露成霜》《南柯太守传》的作者李公佐是唐代人，这里化用前朝，架空历史，莫要在意。感谢在2021-03-2822:45:04~2021-03-2922:16:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: ke1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 137 bottles of Xiweichenguang; 6 bottles of Taoyao;