Shaodi Chunxin

Corrigendum: Fu Yuanqing's self-proclaimed title to the emperor in the previous chapter has been changed to "Chen"

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The servants below all withdrew, and there were only two palace lanterns in the distance.

No one dared to let the old ancestor stand and wait at night. A small couch was arranged for him in the side room to sleep in. Fu Yuanqing asked someone to light a lamp and moved a stool in front of the dragon table.In the Dragon case, votes are to be piled up. Except for some that Liu Jiu has dealt with recently, there are many urgent official documents that only have votes but have not been approved.

Some of them don't need to turn on the signs on their faces to know how anxious they are.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and there will be ice floods in the middle reaches of the Yellow River. At this time, the Ministry of Households is anxiously waiting for funds to be allocated for disaster relief.

Enxuan was about to arrive, and many students took their recommendation letters and waited for delivery at the entrance of the official department, but there was no conclusion about Hou Xinghai, the doctor of Wenxuan Division.

The grass on the grassland has finally grown, and the Tatar nomadic tribe's raging on the border all winter is finally going to slow down a bit, and it's time to prepare the army to recuperate...

Although the news was still being sent to him continuously from Dongchang, he no longer had the right to approve red.

These can no longer be opened.

No... without the vermilion pen in his hand, it was as if his mouth had been sealed. The young emperor of Daduan Dynasty did not allow him to have any more advice on these matters.

He sighed and began to tidy up those memorials.

The movements were extremely gentle, afraid of disturbing the emperor's rest.

But after a while, the emperor began to speak: "Father..."

Fu Yuanqing stopped what he was doing: "The minister is here."

"Uncomfortable."

The emperor gasped twice, Fu Yuanqing quickly stopped what he was doing, opened the curtain and went in. The emperor was curling up on the bed, pressing his belly.

"I'm going to invite Mu Xinli!"

The Son of Heaven grabbed his wrist: "No, it's not that uncomfortable, Father rub it for me...just rub it..."

Fu Yuanqing's eyes slowly moved up from Zhao Xu's hand holding him, and looked at the emperor in front of him. He knew clearly in his heart that it was such a harmless little emperor who secretly took away his The pen will seal his mouth.

Now his face is pale again, begging him not to leave in pain.

Probably, no one can harden their hearts on the children they raise.

Fu Yuanqing sat down along the side of the bed and asked, "Where does it hurt? I asked Debao to fetch some warm stones."

"No, as long as Father rubs it." Shaodi gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and said, as if enduring the pain, "Just like when I was a child... I ate too much accumulated food and my stomach hurts. Father took a warm stone and rubbed it for me. I feel pain I cried, my father sang to me while kneading. But then..."

Shaodi looked up at him sickly, with grievances in his eyes.

"Father moved out and ignored me. Standing far away, cold."

Who is the first to stand far away?

It wasn't you, the young emperor, who promoted Liu Jiu?

It's not you, Shaodi, who wins over Qingliu and lets Manchao slander you?

Isn't it you, Shaodi, who seized the right to win the award?

The cultivation of the ancestors almost disappeared at this moment.

"I'm going to get a warming stone." He stood up and said, perfectly interpreting the four words "advance and retreat".

Holding the warm stone in the cotton pouch, Fu Yuanqing took the obscene clothes that penetrated into the young emperor and rubbed him on his stomach: "Is it here?"

"No, a little further down."

"Here?"

"It's not..."

Shaodi grabbed his hand, and then went down to stick it to his lower abdomen. Fu Yuanqing's wrist swept across Shaodi's stiff dragon root. Startled, he stood up and took two steps back.

"His Majesty!"

The young emperor trembled slightly, panted twice, looked at him with red eyes and said, "This is it."

"I'm going to call the secretary to come over—"

The young emperor grabbed his clothes and said, "It's just that I want to get up for a while, and it will be too late for the sleeping secretary."

Fu Yuanqing was startled: "What does Your Majesty mean?"

The young emperor pulled him closer, put his arms around his waist, rested his head in his arms, and looked up at him: "You don't need to sleep, father will help me."

At this moment, the desire in Zhao Xu's eyes was not concealed, and even burned up. Fu Yuanqing felt like he was being clinging to a cub. The cub was in his arms, very hungry and wanted to eat meat.

Companion to a king is like companion to a tiger, and the person who raises a tiger can only feed the tiger with his body.

This thought was like a monstrous wave, rushing into his brain with a roar, Fu Yuanqing stood there in a daze for a while, allowing the young emperor to climb up and hug him deeply with both hands.

"Father, help me." The young emperor was still talking...

He felt the young man's hot stiffness against his knees, radiating dangerous heat.

Fu Yuanqing murmured: "Your Majesty..."

He raised his head in a daze, looked at the dragon couch behind the young emperor, and then saw——

"The mask of General Tian." Fu Yuanqing said.

The young emperor was taken aback.

Looking back, there was a mask of General Tian used for sacrifices under the pillow.

Before he could explain anything in the future, he saw Fu Yuanqing's face darken, pushed him away, took a few steps back, and questioned him.

"Your Majesty, in my private residence, the warrior Chun Changju won the first prize and never returned home. He was wearing a Heavenly General mask. I would like to ask Your Majesty, why does Your Majesty also have a Heavenly General mask?!"

The hall fell silent.

I don't know when the snowstorm will start outside.

The young emperor picked up the mask of General Tian from under the pillow, played with it a little in his hand, and said indifferently: "You said this... well, I took it off the face of the servant who received the reward from Xinhua Gate. The mask is exquisitely crafted, I like it so much, so I took it."

He seemed to think hard: "What is that man's name...Chen Jing..."

The young emperor stood up, his figure was tall and straight, his eyes raised and his brows raised, where there was still half of the weakness just now.

Wearing a bright yellow nightgown that dragged the floor, he walked slowly in front of Fu Yuanqing, even half a head taller than Fu Yuanqing, imperceptibly giving Fu Yuanqing a sense of coercion.

"Chen Jing." The young emperor spit out these two words slowly, and turned the mask of General Tian in his hand, "What do you think is interesting? It's so strange, how can the warriors raised in the house of the chief inspector of ceremonies have the same relationship with my elder?" so similar?"

Fu Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

The young emperor put his hands behind his back and lowered his head, leaning into the old ancestor's ear and asking, "I would like to ask you, Fu Yuanqing, why my dead man became a dog in your private house. Oh... Or, the male favorite of the 'old ancestor' More pertinent?... The fact that you and this Chen Jing made peace has spread throughout the government and the public."

"What happened to Chen Jing, Your Majesty?" Fu Yuanqing raised his eyes and asked him.

His eyes are sharp.

The young emperor was startled, and laughed: "Father, I have never seen you so angry."

"I dare not."

"I'm afraid not."

"I just ask His Majesty to let Chen Jing go. He is getting older and looks different from His Majesty. He is an orphan and very innocent." Fu Yuanqing said.

"Of course my dead man will die for me." The young emperor said in a perfunctory tone, "The most fearful thing is that although this dead man belongs to me, he will die for someone else."

"Does Your Majesty doubt your loyalty?" Fu Yuanqing asked.

The young emperor laughed and looked at him: "Father is my father. Who can doubt your loyalty."

Fu Yuanqing was silent for a while, then took two steps back, raised his robe and knelt down, kneeling and prostrating: "I was entrusted by the late emperor to serve His Majesty for thirteen years. I worked hard day and night and never dared to be tired. I have never had a second heart. However, power is in the hands of the public. , has become a sycophant, and I am willing to hand over the power of Dongchang to show my loyalty."

"Fu Yuanqing, you—!" The young emperor was furious.

Fu Yuanqing raised his upper body, his eyes were red: "Your Majesty, innocent people should not be treated unfairly. Chen Jing is just a pawn who can't even control his fate. In the writings of the historian of the Daduan Dynasty, he can't even say a single word." Keep it. There are thousands of mistakes, and the mistakes are all on Fu Yuanqing. Please Your Majesty... don't be angry..."

He kowtowed again.

"Slave... Fu Yuanqing, please forgive me, master."