Your Majesty, I am not worthy

The morning light passes through the branches of acacia and twists in the courtyard, and the branches and leaves of the acacia tree have long since fallen in winter.

"Weichen see Your Majesty."

Instead of asking why the emperor of a country appeared in front of his palace so early, Rong Mu's voice was flat and relieved, with a gentle ending.

Chu Yuheng couldn't help clenching his fists. His arms, waist and legs were already frozen, and he coughed slightly. Chu Yuheng's gaze turned to Rong Mu: "I'm fine today, so I'll send you out of the palace. "

"No need."

How can the king of a country be safe? Rong Mu doesn't believe it.

"I'll see you off." Chu Yuheng insisted.

Rong Mu had no choice but to follow him.

Chu Yuheng didn't say a word along the way.

Rong Mu's sedan chair was not as spacious as Chu Yuheng's. The two got a little closer, and Rong Mu frowned slightly and leaned aside.

But Rong Mu's small movements were fully seen by Chu Yuheng, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Ah Mu is avoiding him...

But he was at fault.

I sent Rong Mu back to Shuyun Palace yesterday, so he went back to the prison.

After exploring a few times, it can be regarded as a thorough understanding of the harshness and cruelty of the interrogation inside.

It was because of his negligence. At the beginning, he was only happy to find out the spy of the enemy country. For a while, he forgot whether Rong Mu, who had just come out of prison, was safe, and he didn't know that Ah Mu would suffer such crimes in prison.

Rong Mu rubs his head and puts his heels on his back, what he does will benefit the world.

But he turned a blind eye to the pain on Rong Mu's back, as long as he thought that the whip that Wenli gave him that day might be the one that beat Rong Mu a few years ago, Chu Yuheng had a huge pain in his chest.

What's more, after the spies incident, he talked with Rong Mu three times about increasing the prison sentence...

Right now Chu Yuheng didn't dare to look directly at Rong Mu,? But Rong Mu's eyes never moved to him.

After waiting until the prime minister's mansion, Rong Mu didn't even look at Chu Yuheng at all.

Steward Zhou of the Prime Minister's Mansion was staring at the servants cleaning the newly fallen snow in the courtyard, when suddenly he heard the sound of a carriage outside the gate.

Steward Zhou walked over to take a look, and saw that his master had returned from the palace ahead of schedule.

"My lord!" With a smile on his face, Steward Zhou greeted him cordially, and at the same time called the servants, "I didn't see that the lords are all back, why don't you go inside and get a stool!"

But before he could fetch the stool for getting off the sedan chair, Chu Yuheng jumped down first.

The morning light came over from the back of Chu Yuheng's head, making Chu Yuheng's already outstanding and profound facial features even more colorful, but when he looked carefully, Rong Mu could clearly see two groups of black and blue under Chu Yuheng's eye sockets.

So strange.

Obviously he has never smiled at him, but today's smile is like a breeze in the mountains, howling at will.

Chu Yuheng opened his arms and waited to take Rong Mu from the carriage, but he couldn't wait for a long time, but Chu Yuheng found that Rong Mu's expression was in a trance, as if he was distracted.

"Ah Mu still not coming down?"

Rong Mu came back to his senses, the doubts just now disappeared without a trace.

In this gap, the attendant has already brought the stool.

Rong Mu glanced at the man who was still keeping his arms outstretched, then bent down and Song Du helped him off the horse.

Steward Zhou at the side was a little nervous. My lord came back from the palace, so why did he bring His Majesty along? And His Majesty did not hide his intimacy with his lord. Is it okay for the lord to ignore him like this?

But soon Steward Zhou didn't want to worry about this issue.

After all, my lord is really amazing this time, and he will bring back the seriously injured major general.

Hua Huaiyin's carriage drove slowly behind, and it was estimated that it would take half an hour to arrive at the mansion.

Taking advantage of this time, Rong Mu carefully told Steward Zhou to prepare a room for Hua Huaiyin, and asked Doctor Song to wait there immediately for the summons.

When Rong Mu made arrangements, Chu Yuheng listened quietly and waited.

When Butler Zhou made sure to step back one by one, Rong Mu raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Yuheng who was drinking tea, with obvious meaning.

"Your Majesty hasn't returned to the palace yet?"

Rong Mu's intention of chasing people is obvious, knowing what topics can attract Rong Mu, Chu Yuheng put down the teacup: "Hua Huaiyin is innocent, there is no need to go back to the prison."

Sure enough, Rong Mu pursed his lips and looked up at him: "Your Majesty means that Hua Huaiyin was wronged?"

Speaking of which, Rong Mu said that he shouldn't have questioned Chu Yuheng in this way, since he is the emperor, when would he be questioned in such a tone.

But Chu Yuheng wasn't angry, in other words, no matter how much Rong Mu went too far, he wouldn't get angry.

Leaning on the red chair, Chu Yuheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Rong Mu's changing expression: "Wen Li has already stated to me that Hua Huaiyin's crimes a few years ago were false, the physical evidence was forged, and the personal evidence was fake. I will never investigate Hua Huaiyin's case again."

Chu Yuheng thought that Rong Mu would breathe a sigh of relief when he said that, but he didn't expect Rong Mu's expression to turn calm.

This was not the reaction he expected.

"Ah Mu, why don't you speak?" Chu Yuheng raised his eyebrows.

Rong Mu closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of the tea lightly: "What should I say?"

Even if he doesn't speak, Ah Mu should still show a little happy look, just like before, no matter what he bestows, this person will happily accept it.

Chu Yuheng paused, as if stabbed by these words, took a breath, and then turned to Rong Mu again: "The imperial doctor still asked him to stay in your prime minister's mansion, your body still needs to be carefully recuperated Now, as for Hua Huaiyin... I will send other people to take care of it."

Rong Mu quietly took a sip of tea, the rich tea swayed between his lips, and gradually warmed his body.

Putting the cup on the table, Rong Mu looked at Chu Yuheng who was silently waiting for a reply, and suddenly realized something... Chu Yuheng's attitude towards him today is quite different from the past. It means to discuss with him.

Are you coaxing him?

Rong Mu frowned slightly, wondering why Chu Yuheng was like this.

Could it be that what he said to Chu Yuheng yesterday made Chu Yuheng change his mind?

But no matter how Chu Yuheng changed his mind, he couldn't be so easily coaxed away by this man's soft words, not to mention that there was only a relationship between them as a monarch and minister, and he still had to be polite.

Thinking of this, Rong Mu corrected his expression.

It was he who wanted to kill him, his behavior of not observing courtiers' etiquette was really disrespectful, Chu Yuheng did not criticize harshly, he was already the emperor's kindness, and he dared to doubt the emperor's thoughts presumptuously.

Concealing all the ridicule well, Rong Mu said solemnly: "Since His Majesty has found out, then I will take the place of Hua Huaiyin to express my gratitude."

Rong Mu still wanted to mention Wen Li, but Wen Li's name came to the tip of his lips and was swallowed back again.

Forget it, how could Wen Li let Chu Yuheng decide for himself, but he was going to let go of all government affairs now, and the court would have nothing to do with him in the future.

He should be drinking tea, admiring the flowers, or playing chess alone, tracing and painting.

Wanting to save him and Chu Yuheng the last face, after Rong Mu drank the last sip of tea, he followed Chu Yuheng's idea of ​​having a meal with the fragrance on his lips and teeth.

The emperor stayed for dinner, but housekeeper Zhou trembled.

He didn't expect that his lord would come back today, let alone that His Majesty would use it at the house, and the back kitchen didn't prepare enough dishes.

It was my lord who finally made the decision to let him go to Zuixianju to decorate some dishes and come back.

While Rong Mu was changing clothes, Chu Yuheng stood alone in the hall.

The hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion is clean and tidy, and the utensils placed are exquisite but not too luxurious, making people feel like they are playing with them, and they are exquisitely crafted.

Chu Yuheng was particularly interested in the paintings placed in the hall, and stood aside to observe for a long time.

He is familiar with the strokes of the osmanthus branches and leaves in the painting, as well as the horizontal and vertical strokes of the inscription on the side.

The Prime Minister's paintings are worth a thousand gold, and what he said is true. Ever since Rong Mu entered the court, there have been few paintings and calligraphy in private, and now Rong Mu's paintings are even more difficult to find.

But this is hard to find for others...

He has many.

The Buddhist scriptures presented by Rong Mu at the end of each year were carefully copied by Rong Mu. After careful calculation, he has collected Buddhist scriptures for ten years.

Rong Mu clearly doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but every year when he presents Buddhist scriptures, he always emphasizes that he keep them safe, as if these Buddhist scriptures are really amulets blessed by the Buddha.

But his life did get better and better.

In the early years, the foundation might not be stable, and the court was full of turmoil, but later he and Rong Mu worked together to wipe out the enemy spies and Shen Yan in the court, and everything went smoothly.

Without Rong Mu, he might be able to do the same in the end, but life might be more boring; Rong Mu accompanied him all the way, and all the hardships can bring back sweetness.

But this year, Rong Mu didn't give him Buddhist scriptures...

Chu Yuheng suddenly thumped in his heart, and immediately felt as if he was being pinched fiercely. This kind of discomfort was the same as that day—knowing that Rong Mu was persecuted when he was imprisoned as a spy, Chu Yuheng's heart ached instantly. The same goes for reactions.

Rong Mu might have forgotten, after all, he just came back from Beijiang and was sick on the couch, so he can't be too harsh on Rong Mu like this.

When Rong Mu changed his clothes and came to the hall of heaven from the inner room, he saw the emperor's face covered with frost, staring at the paintings on the wall.

This painting is also quite old, and it was created when he first moved to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Later, it was placed in the main hall by Housekeeper Zhou, and it has not been taken down.

Hearing the rhythmic footsteps and the man's words from outside, Chu Yuheng looked back.

Rong Mu changed into white clothes, even though he was also in white clothes, the gown with thread on Rong Mu's body was full of cloud patterns, and the sleeves and tail of the clothes were embroidered with light green bamboo patterns.

Like the morning winter bamboo that is about to emerge from the ground in winter, it is gentle and full of vitality.

A strange feeling took root in Chu Yuheng's heart.

He has always thought that Rong Mu is the elegant and fragrant golden osmanthus in autumn, but today he really feels that Rong Mu is more like a green bamboo that has broken through the ground after suffering from severe cold. After a few spring rains, he will suddenly grow taller.

Looking back on the past, it seems that there are many things that Chu Yuheng has been neglecting.

For example, he never knew that Rong Mu would be punished by the cane when he was locked in the prison. In the dimness, now he wants to find out what caused Rong Mu's changes in the prosperous dream. It is really not an easy task.

Rong Mu didn't know that Chu Yuheng thought of so much when he changed his clothes, but even if he knew, he wouldn't mind.

"It seems that His Majesty has never seen this painting before."

"I really haven't seen it."

"En." Looking at this huge painting of golden osmanthus, Rong Mu rubbed his hands on the page: "This was drawn overnight when Weichen Chuchu was prime minister."

Chu Yuheng paused for a moment, and asked unintentionally: "You were awarded an official position in the early spring, and the prime minister's residence was also moved here during the Jingzhe period. Why did you paint the golden osmanthus in autumn?"

Even if you want to paint, you should paint the scene of the season, such as the plum tree still blooming in early spring, or the green bamboo springing up from the prime minister's mansion.

It shouldn't be this Jingui.

"Weichen can't remember clearly either. Perhaps for the humble minister at that time, autumn golden osmanthus is more cherished and lovely."

After receiving Rong Mu's reply, Chu Yuheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head: "Indeed, you have always liked this osmanthus tree."

Hearing this, Rong Mu turned around and headed for the dining hall.

Looking sideways at Chu Yuheng who was half a body taller than her and also half a body forward, Rong Mu suddenly smiled and said: "I think I have always had doubts."

"Ok?"

"How can Your Majesty be sure that I like osmanthus wine?"

Chu Yuheng:?

The tables in the canteen are already filled with the feasts ordered from Zuixianju, the rich mutton soup is still steaming, and the aroma of the well-smoked leg of lamb is overflowing, Rong Mu specially asked Song Du to go to the cellar I took a few jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that had been stored for a long time.

As soon as the seal of the wine jar was opened, the strong aroma of the wine juice instantly covered the taste of the dishes. The fine wine that has been preserved for several years is really good.

Rong Mu calmed down and took a sip of the white and tender mutton soup.

When Chu Yuheng looked at the fine wine on the table that seemed to be from him, Chu Yuheng's heart choked even more.

Chu Yuheng hasn't come out of the fact that Rong Mu actually doesn't like sweet-scented osmanthus brewing.

Rong Mu likes sweet-scented osmanthus, so he has given him sweet-scented osmanthus wine for so many years, but now Rong Mu says that he doesn't really like sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Chu Yuheng remembered that at the palace banquet at the end of the year, he had personally brewed a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and gave it to Rong Mu. In a vague way, Chu Yuheng's palm was deeply clenched with a few bloodstains.

Rong Mu poured wine for Chu Yuheng.

Chu Yuheng drank it all in one gulp, the wine juice was really good, maybe it was because of the dim light in the room, the man's eyes seemed to be even more brown after drinking.

Chu Yuheng secretly handled the exquisite wine cup, and asked the person in front of him: "Why don't you explain to me that you don't like sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Sitting opposite Chu Yuheng, Rong Mu's already fair face was enveloped in the scalding heat.

Hearing Chu Yuheng's sudden questioning, Rong Mu looked straight at the person in front of him through the mist: "When did I say that I don't like sweet-scented osmanthus?"

"Then why don't you like the sweet-scented osmanthus wine I gave you?" For a while, Chu Yuheng didn't understand the difference, "If you really like it, why did you keep all these wines until now?"

Rong Mu took a sip of the thick soup: "I think there is no conflict between liking osmanthus and disliking osmanthus brew. I like osmanthus, but for osmanthus... I avoid it."

Chu Yuheng pursed his lips, hearing what Rong Mu said, he felt a little sad.

Going back in memory, the first time he had intimate contact with Rong Mu was to borrow the strength of the wine made from sweet-scented osmanthus flowers.

But now Rong Mu says he doesn't like sweet-scented osmanthus...

A meal that begins with embarrassment also ends with indifference.

After lunch, the scene of the afternoon was dim and shadowy, seeing Rong Mu holding a cup and looking out of the window sideways, the same as before, Chu Yuheng had no other reason to stay.

After looking at Rong Mu twice more, Chu Yuheng drove back to the palace.

After the person left, Rong Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Rong Mu folded his slender jade joints, and glanced away. The snow was piled up outside, and the handsome black dress lingered over the stone archway of the peak, and finally disappeared in the snow.

The servants came in silently, clearing up the leftover delicacies on the table, bringing the chilly snow and cold air outside the house.

Song Du also stepped forward, hesitant to look at the jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that was barely touched on the table.

"My lord, what should I do with the wine before it's used up?"

The frost in Rong Mu's eyes secretly melted: "Let's put it on hold again."

Seeing Song Du leave with the wine jar, Rong Mu felt the twists and turns in his heart, which were hard to describe.

He likes the golden osmanthus twigs in Lianzhong Sanyuan, because it symbolizes his first step to open the officialdom after years of hard study, and it is a symbol of his determination to become famous and strive to get back. An honor bestowed by His Majesty himself.

And he doesn't like the wine made from sweet-scented osmanthus... that's because he grew up in a temple. Although he didn't become a monk, the abstinence from vegetarianism in the temple is quite strict.

So far, he has only used wine once.

It was also the night before the announcement of the results of the palace examination, when Chu Yuheng secretly came out of the palace with osmanthus wine to meet him.

Although Chu Yuheng thought of him as an emperor at that time, they were involved in government affairs, and they hadn't seen each other for several months. The last time they met was at the palace examination. At that time, he was an examinee, and Chu Yuheng was sitting on a high platform.

So when Chu Yuheng came out from the palace to meet him, his slight worries about waiting for the results were swept away.

Chu Yuheng specially came to accompany him, and even patted the round wine jar: "I'm afraid that some people will worry, so I brought some good things for Ah Mu."

He wasn't worried about his bad grades, he wrote like a god, and he was confident about the results of this palace exam. He was only worried about what to say when he saw Chu Yuheng tomorrow, but he didn't expect that Chu Yuheng would take the initiative to find him.

So facing Chu Yuheng's teasing, he just shook his head and scalded the tips of his ears a little.

No matter what the reason was, seeing Chu Yuheng made his wish come true.

Later Chu Yuheng took his hand, took him up to the roof to see the stars in the sky, and handed him a wine jar.

He tasted wine for the first time.

Spicy, difficult to swallow.

After just one sip, he couldn't help but gag and spit it out.

But he still remembered Chu Yuheng at that time, with a smile on his face, and his amorous dark eyes looked at him quite seductively.

Perhaps his cheeks were hot from the smell of alcohol, which in Chu Yuheng's eyes means that he is too strong to drink, a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine made his complexion so rosy, Chu Yuheng reached out and wiped the wine overflowing from the corner of his mouth for him Juice, and deliberately shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows to tease: "You can't drink like this, what should you do if you are so squeamish and leave me?"

At that time, he was so angry that he couldn't bear Chu Yuheng's use of such methods to provoke him.

Hearing this, he picked up the wine jar and raised his head to drink.

In the end, everything seemed to be out of control, the wine jug was overturned under the moonlight, and his sleeves were wetted by the few sips of wine.

He didn't know that just drinking so much could make people so intoxicated.

The moon and stars are sparse, lips and tongues touch, and the breath is wrapped in the ultimate joy of the night.

Drinking for the first time.

And... for the first time, I was so intimate with Chu Yuheng, in harmony.

Several first times in Rong Mu's life happened that night, and they passed away quietly with the rich aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Now when Rong Mu heard Chu Yuheng mention osmanthus and sweet-scented osmanthus wine again, he felt the tranquility of the romantic past gone.

Perhaps it was because of a distraction/fascination in the wine that night that he caught up with his later years.

But let him return to the same day, he may still be like this.

After all, Chu Yuheng on that day was too dazzling and deceptive, and he was able to hide from the moonlight and put him in his eyes.