Shaodi Chunxin

"Father is now being confronted by the cabinet and Liu Jiu, and has lost the right to approve red, and now he has handed over the East Factory. Are you not afraid that you will not be able to protect yourself?"

"I can't talk about whether I'm willing or not. I was worried about the master's great cause. Now that the master doesn't like it, Fu Yuanqing just hand it over." Fu Yuanqing kowtowed and said, "But please forgive Chen Jing, master."

"Okay..." The young emperor gritted his teeth, and the mask of General Tian in his hand was about to be crushed by him, "Very good! A Chen Jing! A dead man who doesn't even have a name! He deserves the seal of the Supervisor of Ceremonies in front of me!" He’s a lowly man who claims to be a servant, but he still has to hand over the power of the East Factory! In just ten days’ effort, he can be so charming that the old ancestors don’t even want the country. How good is he?!”

"Please forgive me, master." Fu Yuanqing only said.

The young emperor was already furious, and repeatedly walked around in front of Fu Yuanqing for several times, and finally glared at him, and said angrily: "Don't you want to hand over the power of Dongchang? Well, I will let Fang Jing be the supervisor of ceremonies and write with Liu Jiu now." Joint management of the East Factory! You reflect on me in the forbidden area! You are not allowed to step out of the imperial city."

"Thank you, Your Majesty—"

"I'm tired, let Debao come in! I want to go to bed!" The young emperor gasped for breath while clutching his chest angrily, his breath was messy and his face was pale, his body seemed to be very uncomfortable.

Fu Yuanqing was stunned: "Your Majesty, did you suffer from heart palpitations again? Minister Rang Mu—"

"Get out!" The young emperor's voice was hoarse, "Even if I die of illness, you don't need to worry about it."

Fu Yuanqing withdrew.

Standing still under the corridor, Debao hurried over and said worriedly, "Old Ancestor, are you alright?"

Fu Yuanqing came back to his senses: "I'm fine, Your Majesty asked you to attend the night... You can see if your Majesty's heart palpitations are all gone..."

Before the words fell, he heard the voice of the young emperor from inside: "Tell Fang Jing to come back and accept orders!"

"Yes, master." Debao responded quickly.

"Your Majesty is in a rage. You should be more patient." Fu Yuanqing said.

"The little one understands. Did the little one go in?"

Fu Yuanqing looked at the window of the bedroom and did not answer.Although the young emperor was furious, but for some reason, he always felt that there was a sense of grievance under the anger, which made people not so alarmed.

"What's the matter..." Debao looked at him worriedly, then at the back hall, and bowed into the bedroom.

The lights in the back hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation soon dimmed again.

In the end it was silent.

The house where the Li supervisor was on duty was not far from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Fu Yuanqing refused and walked all the way back.

The night was getting dark, and the black sky was completely suppressed, covering the forest red vermilion wall. It was indescribably oppressive, and it made people breathless.

The young emperor was not the empress's child, he was born to Concubine Li when Zhao Jinlong was in hiding.

When Concubine Li was pregnant, they drank all the peaches and plums from Qiongyu Building, and buried the rest drunk. On the way back, Zhao Jin smiled and said, "Lanzhi, I'm going to have a baby. It's Concubine Li Yes, the side concubine is always alert, the child must be like her. I'm so happy... Lanzhi."

He could only smile and say congratulations.

Zhao Jin said: "Lanzhi, you are the youngest Sixian, as his uncle, you should give him a name."

At that time, the sky had just dawned, and a milky white light was revealed in the mist, which was lovely.

"Morning smoke and evening mist, spring is warm and autumn is cloudy." He said, "I'll call it Xu'er, okay?"

"Zhao Xu, good name." Zhao Jin said, "Okay, let's call it Xu'er."

Concubine Li's body was in short supply after giving birth to Zhao Xu, and she would not be able to pass away within half a year.

Zhao Jinshi really loved Concubine Li, she had a serious illness, and her health has deteriorated since then. He has three brothers, and it was not his turn to ascend the throne, but the crown prince died of illness, the second prince had leprosy, and the third eldest had no children.

Only Zhao Xu was favored by Emperor Duan Xiao, and then the youngest Zhao Chao was named Pan Yuqin, and the throne was naturally passed on to Zhao Jin.

When he saw Zhao Xu again, it was the time when the late emperor asked him to leave.

The young emperor suddenly got the position of an eunuch with no foundation.

This is by no means a pleasant identity.It's like fresh meat suddenly thrown into a pack of wolves, only waiting for the beasts to divide it up.

Fu Yuanqing tried his best to recall how he and the young emperor came here these years, his memory was a little fuzzy in the dark, many times he couldn't remember at all...

The palm of his hand still retains the touch of when he tied his hair.

In his arms, there seemed to be traces of tears wet when he cried and flinched.

He watched the young emperor grow up slowly, from the naive child who couldn't even step on the dragon chair, from the child crying and hiding in the quilt in the storm, from the fear of being forced by foreign ministers and not daring to reply The little man... slowly, slowly came to today.

At this time, he walked to the door of the supervisor's room.

Eunuch Cao Ban'an, Supervisor of Rites and Bingbi, had received the news, came out from inside, bowed and said: "The ancestor is back."

Fu Yuanqing said: "I'm not here for ten days, thank you for your hard work."

Cao Ban'an smiled: "It's hard to say, the master hasn't gotten up early to listen to politics recently, so he doesn't need to wait on him. He even let Liu Jiu grab the right to approve the reds in the middle of the journey, and he felt free and comfortable in the next few days."

"I'll be more relaxed in the future." Fu Yuanqing didn't enter the supervisor of ceremonies, and walked a few steps forward. It was his handprint that was valued at the house. He said to Cao Ban'an who followed: "The master asked me to reflect on myself in the imperial city recently. They probably won’t leave the palace. Cao Bingbi will rest for a few days. You will enter the palace after Jin Yiwei escorts Qian Zongfu back to Beijing from Nanjing.”

Cao Ban'an was startled: "It takes at least twenty days to go back and forth from Nanjing. Is it too early for me to leave the palace now? The news about you breaking into the palace at night and riding a horse in the square of Huangji Temple has already spread, and it will definitely be heard by outsiders. The minister said. If I were in the palace, I could still help the ancestors with one or two things. Wouldn't it be better to go out now..."

"Listen to me." Fu Yuanqing said, "Fang Jing has also been called back, but... there is always someone outside. There must be an explanation for the matter of Hou Xinghai."

"I understand." Cao Ban'an bowed and said, "Leave the palace now."

After explaining everything, Fu Yuanqing opened the door and entered.

Cao Ban'an is a calm and down-to-earth person. These days, the handprint duty room is cleaned cleanly, and there is not even a single leaf in the courtyard.

The supervisor of rituals here is a little bit farther away, but standing at the door, you can still see the top of the mountain and the beasts on it.

Fu Yuanqing watched for a while in the hazy morning light, only to feel sleepy, opened the door and entered the room, lay down on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I was suffocated.

He opened his eyes, and saw dimly that the sun was setting to the west, and it was dusk again.

The hands were clasped above the head, the body was hugged tightly, the lips were deeply penetrated, and the nose and mouth were all breathless in the hasty kiss.Then he finally saw the person on him clearly.

It's Chen Jing.

"Chen Jing."

The person on the body stopped moving, let go, stood two steps away and bowed: "Old ancestor, it's me."

Fu Yuanqing grabbed the clothes he had loosened, sat up, and looked him up and down.

Jiayi has gone, leaving only Yesa from yesterday's horse race.

Although the spirit of the whole person is a little haggard, there are no scars and no embarrassment.It seems that the emperor kept his promise and did not embarrass him.

Fu Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief: "It will be good when you come back."

"I heard... Fang Shaojian said that you handed over the Dongchang in order to replace me." Chen Jing said with his head down, "I am just a dead man, and I am just your furnace. I am going to die after all. Change me." Just use it again. Not worth it."

Fu Yuanqing smiled: "What's worth it? You forgot, I promised you a coffin after you die, how can you break your promise?"

Chen Jing trembled, he slowly raised his head, and looked at Fu Yuanqing: "The ancestor is a gentleman, and a gentleman keeps promises."

"You are the only one who would say that about me." Fu Yuanqing said, "I'm afraid it will tarnish the word gentleman."

"Old ancestor..." Chen Jing shook, clutching his chest and moaning.

Fu Yuanqing just felt that something was wrong. Looking carefully, his face was flushed, and he seemed to be in a daze.

"Chen Jing, what's wrong with you?"

"It's the Great Desolation Jade Scripture." Chen Jing panted for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Yuanqing understood that the Great Wilderness Jade Sutra was supposed to practice double cultivation according to the time. If the time is missed, the desire for the furnace will only become more and more intense, and he will be tortured.Before the horse race yesterday morning, Chen Jing couldn't bear it any longer. He was supposed to have sex last night.

It has been a long time now.

He sighed and said softly, "Chen Jing, come here."

Chen Jing's eyes were already blurred, subconsciously he took two steps forward, and then the ancestor's slender and cool fingers touched his face, very comfortable, he grabbed that hand, and gently pressed it against his face to caress.

Then the old ancestor gently embraced him.

"Old ancestor..." Chen Jing called him hoarsely, with unbearable longing in his voice, "Old ancestor, help me."

Where the two of them were close together, Fu Yuanqing kissed his cheek, slowly spread his body, and embraced him into his warm arms, he whispered in Chen Jing's ear: "I'm here, you... No need to be patient anymore, Chen Jing."

Chen Jing let out a low growl like a small animal.