Your Majesty, I am not worthy

That jade was like something that couldn't be mentioned, even Chu Yuheng avoided seeing him the next day.

But that doesn't matter, as long as Chu Yuheng promises that he won't use lynching in Huahuaiyin, the rest are of no great significance.

He was just feeling sad.

When the old general Mingminghua gave him the jade material, he joked that he would give the jade to his beloved in the future, but after he gave it away, he realized that the person was not in the same heart as him...

The second day of visiting Huahuaiyin from Tianlao is New Year's Eve.

The scholars of Haojing gathered together from the early clan to congratulate each other, and it was the same in the palace.

On the table are the special dishes of the Imperial Dining Room, such as fragrant medicinal fruits, roasted kidneys, and lamb stews in the oven, whether warm or whole, full of fragrance.

Chu Yuheng gave special instructions, so most of the things in front of them were warming and tonic.

The three of them sat around, there was no Wen Li here today, Chu Yumi felt elated for a while, and within a quarter of an hour after serving the table, she used serving chopsticks to pick up a bowl full of dishes for Rong Mu, and even filled them up for others A glass of fruit wine.

Chu Yuheng impatiently moved the full bowl in front of Rong Mu aside, and drank the full wine.

"Brother Huang! What are you doing!" Chu Yumi was furious again, "I poured this for Ah Mu!"

"He's still in good health, so he can't use wine." Chu Yuheng didn't even look at Chu Yumi, who was blushing, and scooped up rich broth for Rong Mu, and then pushed it to Rong Mu's bed, "Nuan You should drink more if you want to invigorate the deficiency in the middle and nourish the qi in the middle.”

Chu Yumi wore a new palace dress today, wearing it around her body, the jewels jingled with the light movements of her arms and wrists: "Okay, Ah Mu, try this Wuxi Yuanzi again!"

Rong Mu, who was sandwiched between the siblings, smiled slightly.

He had known Chu Yuheng for ten years, and it had been five years since he met Chu Yuheng. It was his number one scholar and the younger sister who had just met Chu Yuheng for the first time.

Before that, every time Chu Yuheng frowned and mentioned that Chu Yumi was delicate and annoying, Rong Mu's heart would be filled with envy.

In his growth path, he had no father, brother, or sisters, so he was quite nervous when he met Chu Xiaomi for the first time.

Fortunately, Chu Yumi is not as arrogant as Chu Yuheng said. Besides, the princess in the palace, it doesn't matter if she is more arrogant. After getting along with her, Rong Mu is more humble and easy-going towards Chu Yumi.

As for the habit of eating together at the New Year's Eve, it was only in recent years. He would enter the palace on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, and then stay in the palace for a few days before returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

At that moment, the small meatball that Chu Yumi picked up for him slipped out of the mouth of the plate and fell to the ground, which caused Chu Yumi to be reprimanded by Chu Yuheng.

The two brothers and sisters quarreled, Chu Yumi puffed her cheeks and looked unhappy, Rong Mu restrained her face, and took a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin with her own hands: "Your Highness also uses it."

"Thank you, Mu!" Chu Yumi's surprise came and went quickly.

After easily coaxing people, Rong Mu retracted the hand of the serving chopsticks, and saw an empty bowl in front of him.

The knuckles of the right knuckles of the emperor pushing the bowl are arched, and the knuckles of the bent index finger are rhythmically tapping the porcelain cup, which is self-evident.

Rong Mu was stunned for a moment, glanced lightly at the waiting man, then took his own spoon, lowered his head to taste the still hot mutton bone soup, and ignored it.

Being slapped in the face by someone, Chu Yuheng kept staring at Rong Mu with deep, ink-like eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and seeing that Rong Mu didn't respond, he took back the empty bowl.

The man ate with his head bowed, drinking the wine on the table from time to time, looking quite pitiful.

It took a long time for dinner on New Year's Eve.

After it was used up, Chu Yuheng drove Chu Yumi back to his own palace, and then stubbornly wanted to follow Rong Mu back to Shuyun Palace.

Rong Mu regretted that Chu Yuheng didn't try to dissuade him when he was drinking, so now he has no way to deal with this guy, but some people can't listen to him when they are drunk.

Walking back together, the long corridor was not far from his Shuyun Palace, and the guards all around were scattered, even the little Xuanzi who used to serve beside Chu Yuheng was far away.

Under the mighty moonlight, only the two of them walked on the snow curtain.

Between the bright lights and precious torches, this seemed to be the only chance for the two of them to get along alone.

The tenderness disappeared, Rong Mu only thought about how to get him back when he returned to Shuyun Palace, if he really didn't want to leave, then he could just spend the night on the bench.

Rong Mu was thinking of a trick to hide from people, but he was bumped hard halfway, and was pressed against the carved red pillar.

"His Majesty!"

"Shh, let me give you a hug."

With a cold and hard wooden pillar behind, and a burning chest in front, Rong Mu was tightly bound up.

If she is really drunk, she usually calls herself "Zhen" one by one.

Perhaps Chu Yuheng drank too much wine and ate too much sheep whip tonight, the emperor's face was as if on fire, but at this moment this face was very close to him, and the strong smell of alcohol filled his nostrils.

"let go."

Rong Mu frowned, even though his face was flushed with blood, his face under the bright moonlight was still good.

"Don't let it go."

The person who was holding him rubbed against his sternum vigorously. Rong Mu had just recovered from his injury. At this moment, he let out a few suppressed muffled groans, unable to break free, Rong Mu simply turned his head: "Your Majesty, There are outsiders."

"Nobody's here."

As soon as Chu Yuheng retorted, the eunuchs and attendants who had been following not far behind the two shrank back.

Rong Mu smiled angrily, no one was present, the man who was hugging him just now suddenly pinched the back of his neck, forcing them to look at each other.

Even so, Chu Yuheng still hugged him like a fool, and put his head half on his shoulder. The previous deepness and gloom seemed to melt away, and the grievances remained between his words: "If you let go, you will Run, Ah Mu, you didn't say congratulations to me this year."

Congratulations...

Rong Mu was dumbfounded, his body was heavily tainted by the smell of alcohol, and he could smell the aroma of wine on Chu Yuheng's body even when he breathed: "Your Majesty, do you still remember?"

Remember such little things?

"Why don't you remember!" Chu Yuheng chuckled suddenly, revealing a smile that he would only be happy when he was drunk and out of control: "Every year, I remember what A Mu said, everyone else is sour and prosperous, but A Mu They all say the words 'longevity and wealth'."

His heart moved slightly, and Rong Mu quickly looked away: "But it's not important anymore, Your Majesty has no shortage of humble ministers."

Even if he didn't talk about longevity and wealth, the congratulations Chu Yuheng received would be complicated.

Just like he is no longer by Chu Yuheng's side, there will be newcomers taking his place.

Chu Yuheng seemed to be in a daze, his heavy body was pressed against Rong Mu's body, and at the same time his limbs clasped him tightly, repeating the words "longevity, wealth and honor" in his mouth, and kept rubbing his face against his neck.

Under the moonlight, Rong Mu's face was as white as porcelain, his back was pressed against the pillar, and his spine hurt, not to mention how cold it was outside.

As soon as the cold wind blew, he began to feel tightness in his chest.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go back." Rong Mu slowed down his tone.

Intentionally coaxing him back to the palace, the man is quite obedient, but he just refuses to let go of Rong Mu's waist, as stubborn as a child wanting candy: "Ah Mu didn't say longevity and wealth..."

The man who was supported by him and walked forward seemed to be hanging on him, Rong Mu followed him helplessly: "Must I say it?"

"To say."

Rong Mu smiled silently, but when he was perfunctorily chanting his congratulations, Chu Yuheng suddenly raised his head.

Bite his Adam's apple.

"Your Majesty!" Chu Yuheng knocked Rong Mu's Adam's apple with his canine teeth, making Rong Mu feel weak.

But Chu Yuheng got worse, the tip of his warm tongue cleaned his Adam's apple, rubbed his face reeking of alcohol on his neck, and only raised his head after a long time.

When the two looked at each other, the man's eye mask was extremely dark, and the rich black jade color was like a night sky. He seemed to be looking at him seriously, but maybe he was dizzy after drinking, and his eyes became heavier even when he opened his eyes.

The wet water stain on Rong Mu's Adam's apple was blown by the wind, making it extremely cold.

The man pinched his waist with great strength, and finally looked at the red mark on his neck with burning eyes, and murmured contentedly: "After the seal is stamped, Ah Mu is mine."