Your Majesty, I am not worthy

On the day of the palace banquet, the sun was fine.

Warm sunlight spreads in the courtyard and enters obliquely through the half-opened windows.

But it was still cold that day, Song Du put on a lot of clothes for Rong Mu inside and out, and finally put on a plain fox fur coat for Rong Mu: "My lord, don't drink alcohol today, and eat in moderation. "

"it is good."

Thanks to wearing a lot of clothes, the outer cloak filled the inner robe, Rong Mu's whole body was a little thinner, and he was extraordinarily graceful.

Rong Mu was taken care of by him, but when he really sat in the seat, everything was out of his control.

Before the emperor arrived at the palace banquet, Princess Wen Min Chu Yumi had already arrived. Seeing Rong Mu coming, she immediately put down the flower branch in her hand and lifted her skirt from the seat.

Chu Yumi moved closer to Rong Mu's side, her willow eyebrows trembling, and her eyes were filled with complaints: "Ah Mu has not entered the palace recently, so I won't be able to see you in this palace."

Rong Mu's eyes wavered slightly, and he bowed to her: "My minister is sick, so it is inconvenient for me to enter the palace."

Chu Yumi sighed: "Brother Huang also told me the same thing, how is your body now, Ah Mu? Now, Bengong sees that A Mu's face has returned to blood, what does the imperial doctor in the palace say?"

Rong Mu has never rejected others' kindness and concern, and now he slightly curled his lips: "My minister is much better."

Seeing his gaze fixed on the desk next to her for a long time, Chu Yumi couldn't help but pouted and explained angrily: "Brother Huang kept that for Wen Li, and I don't know what medicine Wen Li gave him. Outsiders are allowed to participate in such palace banquets."

It is no longer a matter of a day or two that Chu Yumi doesn't like Wen Li. Wen Li even recruited people when he was still living in the palace.

But her royal brother was fascinated by the vixen, she didn't care what he said, she still liked Rong Mu in her heart, so it's inevitable that she had her own petty thoughts in saying this now——

If Ah Mu and his brother separated one day...then she would have a chance.

But she won't say this out loud, she is still that innocent princess in front of Rong Mu.

She deliberately provoked, but it's a pity that Ah Mu didn't care at all.

He also smiled and praised the beautiful porcelain cups on the table.

When Chu Yuheng and Wen Li came over, Rong Mu was laughing at Yan Yan with Chu Xiaomi.

Looking from a distance, the man is as gentle as jade, and the woman is charming and charming. The two standing together intimately is not a good sight.

Wen Li couldn't help sighing: "It's the first time I see Her Royal Highness smiling like this."

Chu Yuheng listened to it in his ears and remained silent, but his pace suddenly quickened a little.

Every year, the palace banquet has the same process, singing and dancing, poetry and drinking, but this year there is more presence of Wen Li, Rong Mu's already Ling Han face is more expressive, and even the slight curve of the corners of his mouth disappears.

When it came time to present the gift, Chu Yumi, as the princess, was the first to get up: "Brother Huang, sister Huang has prepared a bow for a long time, but it cost a lot of money and skilled craftsmen made it!"

The next one was snatched by Wen Li, Rong Mu was not in a hurry, but when he saw the gift from Wen Li, his straight waist trembled slightly.

"This is carved by the minister himself. If Your Majesty doesn't dislike it, can you accept the minister's wishes?" Wen Li gave Chu Yuheng a jade pendant.

But the emperor didn't speak, it was Chu Xiaomi who spoke.

Rong Mu looked carefully, and could see the rolling eyes towards Her Highness the Princess: "I thought Mrs. Wen was handsome, and the carving technique must be amazing, so I didn't expect this piece of jade to be like this... strange?"

Wen Li was not angry at being humiliated by others, and there was a lazy meaning between his eyebrows and eyes: "His Royal Highness laughed, this is the first time this minister has made this thing, and the craftsmanship is no match for a skilled craftsman. In order to carve this A piece of jade pendant, and the hand was scratched."

The little eunuch beside Chu Yuheng respectfully sent the jade pendant in Wen Li's hand to Chu Yuheng. Chu Yuheng's face showed no joy or dislike, but he spoke softly: "You have a heart."

"Put it on if His Majesty likes it?"

After fiddling with it a few times, Chu Yuheng still handed it to Xiao Xuanzi next to him: "I will keep such a good thing carefully."

Seeing this, Chu Yumi on the side bit her lips and didn't know what to do. Ah Mu must have felt sad seeing her royal brother getting close to Wen Li.

Because Ah Mu is really pitiful, she remembers that Ah Mu also gave her royal brother a jade pendant, the carving is not outstanding, but the jade material is superior, but it is better than the jade pendant that Wen Li gave to the imperial brother .

Rong Mu was indeed a little unhappy.

Seeing Chu Yuheng caressing the jade pendant, there seemed to be tenderness in Rong Muran's eyes silently, but there was a layer of mist behind him, but his face was still calm, like an outsider.

Now seeing Wen Li getting along with Chu Yuheng intimately with his own eyes, he was still more sad than he imagined.

Real chest pains hit him, as if countless small awls were piercing his heart, and there were voices irritating and clamoring from his leaky chest cavity.

After really finding out his position, every time he saw Chu Yuheng he was cutting his heart with a knife.

He hadn't planned to attend this year's palace banquet, if Chu Yuheng hadn't personally come to his mansion to force him to attend, he would still be sketching paintings in the prime minister's mansion at this moment, and he would never have seen such a chilling scene.

It's because he wants too much, always trying to leave him some place in His Majesty's heart by being with him for ten years, but in the end he can't realize that he is just a dull and stubborn stone, and His Majesty plays with it a few times in his spare time. , is something His Majesty can put aside when his sweetheart returns.

It's like the same jade, his is unknown, but Wen Li's is kept well.

what a pity.

If there is a chance in the future, he still wants to take back the warm jade that he gave to Chu Yuheng when he came back from Saibei.

Chu Yuheng was still negotiating with Wenli, and the childhood friendship made him talk a little more with Wenli.

After boasting of Wen Li's hard work, Chu Yuheng then locked his eyes coldly on the man in white, from a few secret glances to a blatant scrutiny.

In fact, his eyes have been lingering on Rong Mu today.

Rong Mu's face was born very well since he was a child, and he has a gentle and elegant taste that others don't have; when he was young, he was mixed with a few high-spirited youthful spirits, but when he was old, he was like a cold deep pool under the sparkling autumn, the whole People are gathered in the clear atmosphere, which is as quiet as the night.

Rong Mu poured warm tea from the small stove right now.

The imperial doctor sent by the palace should have some skills, Rong Mu's complexion today is much better than what he saw in the prime minister's mansion before, but I don't know if the bruise on Rong Mu's chest is any better now.

That day when he saw Rong Muxue's white chest covered with a mass of blood, he felt extremely distressed at that time, and when he returned to the palace that night, he sent an imperial doctor to treat him.

As for Rong Mu complaining that he sent someone to protect him in the prime minister's mansion, Chu Yuheng thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't let anyone withdraw.

He only has one Rong Mu, so no accidents can happen.

Even though Rong Mu didn't say a word, Chu Yuheng was mostly happy to see Rong Mu today.

They rarely see each other for so many days.

And when Rong Mu got up to offer the gift, his expression was as indifferent as ever.

A plant of wild ginseng and a picture of plum blossoms were presented; the medicine was precious and worth thousands of gold, and the picture of plum blossoms was so meticulously drawn that it could be seen that it was made by Rong Mu himself.

But something seems to be missing.

After pondering for a long time, Chu Yuheng's eagle eyes widened slightly, with an unbelievable meaning in them.

This year there is no familiar hand-copied Buddhist scriptures!