Dayin Golden Gate

In the 19th year of Yongchang, Prince Yan forced the palace, but was defeated, deposed as a commoner, and committed suicide in the Prince's Mansion.Empress Zhao was not strict in teaching her children, and she was thrown into the cold palace.

In the 21st year of Yongchang, Emperor Wen died, and it was said that he was located in the sixth prince Yu.

In the first year of Yongjia, Emperor Wu came to the throne and worshiped Xie Qing as his prime minister.

Xie Qing went to court and went to the study room under the leadership of an eunuch.He was used to seeing the scenery in the palace, but with a different identity, he saw something different.The scenery is still the old scenery, but the people who see the scenery are different.

Xie Qing entered the upper study room, and he saw Chu Yu sitting behind the desk, correcting the memorial.He suddenly remembered when he first met Chu Yu, when Chu Yu was still a child, and he was also a child... No, he was a child with an adult soul.The white horse flies, the rabbit flies away, Chu Yu is already a mature man, and he is still the ninth five.

Chu Yu like this made him feel a little strange.

"Your Majesty." Xie Qing didn't kneel down, but bent slightly, which was authorized by Chu Yu.

"Zijin." Chu Yu put down the memorial in his hand, and pointed to a pile of memorials next to his hand, "Look at these memorials."

Xie Qing walked to the desk and spent some time before reading the few memorials.He sighed: "Natural disaster*."

Chu Yu handed the memorial to Xie Qing, "You can read this memorial again."

Xie Qing opened the memorial, and it turned out that the official of ceremonies rated "Wen" as the late emperor's posthumous title.

Chu Yu sneered and said, "Jingtianweidi speaks Chinese, my father, how can he be called Jingtianweidi?" He also said these words in front of Xie Qing.

Xie Qing closed the memorial, "Could it be possible to give the late emperor a bad posthumous posthumous title?"

"Then 'Wen'." Of course Chu Yu couldn't give his father a bad posthumous title, he was just complaining to Xie Qing, "What posthumous title do you think future generations will give me?"

"Wu." Xie Qing blurted out.

"That's right, Wei Qiang Ruide is called martial arts." Chu Yu was quite satisfied with this posthumous title, but as a living person, he couldn't give himself a posthumous title.

Xie Qing asked: "What posthumous title do you think I am suitable for?" It turns out that Xie Qing did not have a posthumous title.

Chu Yu walked out from behind the desk and hugged Xie Qing, "You must die before me."

"Why?" Xie Qing pressed his face against Chu Yu's chest, listening to his beating heart.

"Leaving you alone in this world is too cruel. Let me bear this kind of pain." Chu Yu said in a low voice, "I've also thought about your posthumous title, Wen Zheng."

Wenzheng is the highest posthumous title for civil servants, and few people have been granted it in history.

Xie Qing smiled lightly and said, "Xie Wenzheng, not bad."

"I want to bury you in my accompanying tomb. We will not be separated when we are alive, and we will not be separated when we die." Chu Yu hugged Xie Qing even tighter. He said little to others, but he had a lot to say to Xie Qing , but these words stuck in his throat, only one or two sentences could come out.Sometimes he really wanted to cut his heart out and show it to Xie Qing, to let Xie Qing know that his name was written all over his heart.

"Okay." Xie Qing hugged Chu Yu back.

The eunuch sent a message to Yushi Zhongcheng to ask to see Chu Yu, so Xie Qing withdrew.

Xie Qing walked out of the palace gate, a horse stopped in front of him.When he looked up, the scorching sun was shining behind the person on horseback, which made it difficult to look directly at this person's face.

Xie Qing narrowed his eyes, "Seventh Prince."

Chu Cong looked at Xie Qing. Before that, he had never looked at Xie Qing with such eyes.In Xie Qing's memory, Chu Cong's eyes should be warm and enthusiastic, just like the sun.

Xie Qing thought, did he destroy that Chu Cong, or did that Chu Cong never exist?

Chu Cong said slowly: "Xie Qing..." He spoke heavily, as if gnashing his teeth.

Xie Qing pretended to be puzzled, "Why did the Seventh Prince stop Xie?"

Chu Cong was silent for a while, then said, "I only have one question for you."

"Excuse me, Seventh Prince." Xie Qing lowered his eyes.

Chu Cong said shyly, "The first emperor, did you really pass the throne to my sixth brother?"

Xie Qing looked around and made sure that no one could hear their conversation.He looked straight into Chu Cong's eyes, and said calmly: "The Seventh Prince is careful, if the late emperor does not pass the throne to His Majesty, who else can he pass the throne to?"

What Xie Qing said was actually a lie.In the imperial edict of Emperor Wen, the throne was passed on to the Seventh Prince Chu Cong.When he first saw the will, it was as if he had been struck by lightning.He clearly remembered that the plot in the book was clearly passed on to the sixth prince, Chu Yu.Then, he and Chu Yu forged an imperial edict.He and Chu Yu stamped the jade seal on the imperial edict together.The temperature of the folded hands seemed to still remain in his hands.

The original edict has been burned.And Chu Yu also sat on the throne.Chu Cong became an idle prince.Although Chu Jue was also named king, he was imprisoned.

All things, there is no room for change.What can Chu Cong do if he knows the truth, it is better to let the secret remain a secret forever.

"Okay, okay!" Chu Cong said three good words in a row, and rode away.What he really wants to know is not the truth, but whether Xie Qing has any past feelings for him.Sure enough, in Xie Qing's heart, he was far inferior to his brother.

When Xie Qing came home, Su Jimei came to visit him with a jug of wine.

The two drank each other at the stone table in the courtyard, one cup after another.

Su Jimei is a drinker who never gets drunk, after a few drinks, she acts as if nothing happened, but Xie Qing's face is reddish with the smell of alcohol.

Xie Qing knew that he was very drunk, so he put down his glass and refused to drink any more.

Su Jimei was not drunk, but with the smell of alcohol, she could say some things that could not be said normally, because after the smell of alcohol dissipated, the words said could be dismissed as drunken nonsense.

"I knew you would be prime minister. The first time I saw you, I thought you were an extremely human minister." Su Jimei opened her mouth, spraying alcohol directly on Xie Qing's face, "However, Zijin Ah, labor form copybook, is it really what you want?"

Xie Qing asked back: "Jimei, Fang Wai Xiao, is it really what you want?"

Su Jimei tried her best to say: "I'm white and free, what's wrong with me?"

"Build a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and bring peace to all generations." Xie Qing showed a leisurely and fascinated expression, "You, me, every scholar has had such a dream."

Su Jimei shook his head, "I can't do it, you might be able to." Of course he had such a dream, but he also knew that he was really not the material for Anbang Dingguo, that little talent, at most, could be in the Qin Pavilion of Chulou Write lyrics and music in Chinese.

"Me?" Xie Qing smiled, and the smile was full of complicated meanings.He lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Jimei, have you ever thought that we are actually people in the story?"

"It's possible that the person who wrote the story was someone from another story." Su Jimei said casually. He had long been used to the whimsical thoughts in his friend's mind, so he didn't take Xie Qing's rare wine. The last mantra is true.

Xie Qing laughed out loud, "That's right."

After Su Jimei finished her drink, she refused Xie Qing's offer to see her off, and walked away staggeringly.

At night, Xie Qing entered the palace in a small sedan chair.

Although Chu Yu proclaimed himself emperor, he did not have a beautiful woman in the pepper room.However, when Xie Qing walked into the Jiaofang Palace, the palace took on a new look, and the air was filled with the smell of pepper.

Xie Qing saw Chu Yu standing beside the bed, and said with a smile, "Is this the joy of His Majesty's pepper room tonight?"

"Tonight is the joy of our pepper room." Chu Yu held Xie Qing's hand with his left hand, and handed Xie Qing a wine glass with his right hand.

Xie Qing took the wine glass, "Your Majesty..."

"Tonight, do you still call me Your Majesty?" Chu Yu picked up another wine glass.

"Huaijin." Xie Qing called Chu Yu's name.

When Chu Yu was a prince, the title he heard most was "Your Highness"; when he became emperor, the title he heard most was "Your Majesty".Only Xie Qing would call him "Huaijin".There is only this one person who can touch his heartstrings just by calling him.

"Zijin." Chu Yu's eyes were burning, "Meeting you is the happiest thing in my life."

"I, why not." Xie Qing and Chu Yu's eyes met, and they both saw infinite affection in each other's eyes.

The two drank a cup of wine and hugged each other.

Xie Qing never liked to have physical contact with people, but Chu Yu was different.Chu Yu's body seemed to have a special attraction to him, making him always want to stick to Chu Yu.

Chu Yu stroked Xie Qing's back, "I've thought about it, I don't want to be a queen, I don't want to marry a concubine, I just pick a child from the clan and make him the crown prince."

"If you say so, there must be someone who is interested in the candidate." Xie Qing didn't know Chu Yu very well, but he could always guess a little bit about his intentions.

Chu Yu nodded, "Yes, I think the children of the seventh brother and your sister are fine."

"Chu Siyin?" Xie Qing had met that child a few times, and he was indeed extremely intelligent and well-versed in etiquette.

"He has both the blood of the Chu family and the blood of the Xie family." The reason why Chu Yu preferred Chu Siyin was not only that Chu Siyin was good, but also bloodline was an important factor.He and Xie Qing would not have children, and letting a child with the blood of the Chu and Xie families become the prince would be like Chu Siyin being his and Xie Qing's child.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.Even if I don't go, Zining won't have the sound?

"These words can be said in ordinary times. Are you going to waste such a good night?" Xie Qing smiled lightly.

"Of course we can't waste it." Chu Yu picked Xie Qing up and threw him on the bed.

The curtain on the bed was lowered to isolate the lingering beauty.

A pair of dragon and phoenix candles are burning, and their shadows are reflected on the window.