Shaodi Chunxin

Fu Yuanqing used to like to sit in a sedan chair, so a small sedan chair for two people is not considered a luxury, and it will not exceed the limit.

Now that I have Chen Jing, I don't want him to travel in a sedan chair, so I changed to a car instead.

He went out of Bei'an Gate, and waited in the car for a while, the sun was setting to the west, shining brightly on the glazed tiles above the city gate, and the light and shadow shone down, at the gate of Bei'an.Market vendors like to set up stalls here, selling some odds and ends that are not available in the palace, and palace maids also exchange some embroidered handkerchiefs they make for money.After coming and going, at this time, outside Bei'anmen turned into a small market.

Fu Yuanqing's spirit has improved a lot compared to a month ago, and he no longer feels tired all the time. Now he is leaning on the cushion in the car, flipping through the poetry collection absently, and looking at Bei'anmen through the gauze curtain from time to time.

After a while, finally saw Chen Jing's figure.

His Heavenly General mask was icy and cold on his face, so no one dared to get close to him.

He also saw the carriage here, walked over quickly, but was stopped by a peddler selling roasted seeds and nuts on the way, the peddler might not be open, he kept stopping Chen Jing to buy.

Chen Jing listened to the peddler's sales coldly. Although he exuded the aura that strangers should not enter, he still heard a lot from him.

In the end, he took out three copper coins and bought a small bag of fried rice.

Fu Yuanqing looked at his approaching figure, feeling a little distressed for some reason.

Chen Jing was actually a kind-hearted man with a delicate mind. If the imperial city hadn't delayed him, maybe he wouldn't be like a stranger who should not enter.

Really thinking about it, Chen Jing had already lifted the curtain and got into the car, took off his mask, looked up at him, and called out: "Old ancestor, your subordinates are back."

Then he hesitated, and passed the fried rice over: "That peddler is too annoying, so I can only buy some. Don't be disgusted."

The small paper bag was stuffed into Fu Yuanqing's arms.

He squeezed.

The fried rice is still warm.

Fu Yuanqing laughed and said, "I see that you have been in a bad mood these past few days. Why don't you go for a walk by Shichahai at night. The lotus leaves have already grown and curled up. I heard they are very cute and pleasing."

Chen Jing was silent for a while: "I listen to my ancestors."

"Excuse me, Mr. Li." Fu Yuanqing called out to the coachman.

It was still Li Er from Dongchang who was driving the car. Li Er responded and drove away with a whip.

For some reason, Chen Jing has not been in a good mood lately. He has been silent all the way, and the atmosphere has become a little deserted for a while... At this time, he was near Gulou Xiejie, and the noise of pedestrians and shops outside was obvious.

Li Er asked: "Old ancestor, we are almost at Haizi, where do we get off?"

Fu Yuanqing said to Li San, "Get off at Huodezhenjun Temple."

"okay."

The chariot stopped in front of the Huodezhenjun Temple, and Chen Jing helped Fu Yuanqing get out of the car. At this time, the temple was lit, and the surrounding dragons and phoenixes were hung with incense, and the incense was in full swing.There is an endless stream of pilgrims.

Fu Yuanqing kept a low profile and had no entourage except Li Er and Chen Jing. After entering the temple gate, the Taoist priests thought they were ordinary pilgrims and didn't pay attention.

The two paid homage in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, and Fu Yuanqing donated another twenty copper coins.

When he came out, Chen Jing said, "You didn't look at that master's face."

"what happened?"

"Master dislikes you for not offering enough."

Fu Yuanqing didn't wear court clothes, but only a plain cloud-pattern Taoist robe, tied with a black palace sash, and a light gray half-sleeve on the outside, which didn't look like a palace person. He could vaguely see the appearance of a child of a family back then. He was thinking about how to open the bag of fried rice. He said casually: "The salaries of officials in the Daduan Dynasty are not much at all, and the monthly salary of a third-rank official is no more than 35 shi. The salary of palace officials is not as good as that of foreign ministers. The twenty cash I just donated is half of my money."

"Fu Yuanqing only has forty Wen, who will believe it if he tells it."

"As long as you believe it." Fu Yuanqing said.

His tone was sincere, Chen Jing looked at him, was silent for a long time, and said in frustration: "My words are mild, and whether I believe it or not, I can't stop the people in the world from talking."

Fu Yuanqing didn't answer the conversation, the two walked for a while, there were many more men and women joining hands, and the flow of people went in one direction, and when they got closer, it was the Yuelao Hall.The Taoist in front of the hall enthusiastically said: "This master can ask for marriage?"

Chen Jing asked: "Do you think our master seems to be unmarried?"

The Taoist was gagged, and he was stunned for a long time and said: "No, no. The master is handsome, and he must be favored. Then, the master is here to cut the rotten peach blossoms?"

Fu Yuanqing covered his sleeves and couldn't help laughing.

Chen Jing turned around and wanted to leave, but Fu Yuanqing dragged him into the hall.Yuelao sat kindly in the shrine, peach blossoms bloomed on the longevity stick in his hand.Fu Yuanqing kowtowed in front of the old moon statue, donated another [-] Wen, and got a red thread.

Fu Yuanqing wrapped the red thread around the fried rice paper bag, and walked to the Fire God Temple with Chen Jing. Behind the temple and adjacent to Shichahai, there was a waterside pavilion lit up.

Looking from a distance, lotus leaves emerge from the bottom of the water and dot the lake, but they are still curled up and never opened.The sky was half-dark, and a lot of lanterns were lit far away across the lake. Horses on the road were like dragons, cars were like flowing water, and the bustle and bustle rushed straight into the sky.

"I haven't been here for many years." Fu Yuanqing said, "The last time seems to be fifteen or sixteen years ago... On the day of the palace examination, I did a flower test. Emperor Xiao ordered me to enter the Imperial Academy. In the evening, I was dragged here by my elder brothers to drink."

He took apart the fried rice and took out a few grains to knock.

He sent thousands of taels of silver as incense in front of Emperor Zhenwu, asked Taoist priests to put on the best incense, and entrusted someone to light the eternal lamp, and worshiped the god of fire and morality on behalf of his family, hoping to promote his official career and family prosperity.

Quiet, leisurely, talkative, heart-free, and laugh-free four drink wine in the Linshui Pavilion, listen to the ethereal singing of the actors upstairs opposite, and hold the red thread from the Yuelao Temple to think about the day when you can get red sleeves.

The sun and the moon rose early.

Chang'e seems to be dancing in the middle of the moon, and Ou Lu is returning to the boat in the evening of fisherman's singing.

The world is so big that it is not enough for them to have thousands of miles of mind.

Although Haoyu is tall, he has to look up to Lingyun's ambition.

Several people are drunk.

However, at that moment, there was a bang in the Vulcan Temple, and the furnace for worshiping the Vulcan collapsed, and the ash from the furnace extinguished the ever-burning lamp.

Then there was a fire, and the Qiongyu Building across the lake disappeared.

Fu Yuanqing withdrew his thoughts and grabbed another handful of fried rice.

"The fried rice on the road is not very delicate. If the ancestors don't like it, they should eat less." Chen Jing said.

Fu Yuanqing said, "Not bad."

"The ancestors lied."

"It's really crispy. Although the rice isn't good, it's fried just right." Fu Yuanqing said, "Your Majesty used to be greedy when he was young and always liked to hoard food. I asked the cook from the Supervisor of Ceremonies to make some for His Majesty to eat."

"When did that happen?"

Fu Yuanqing thought about it carefully: "It's been a long time... Your Majesty was only seven years old when he first came to the throne, and there were rumors in the court that the King of Qin wanted to return to the court as regent and replace him. There is no trustworthy person in the Taiyuan Hospital, and His Majesty dared not take the throne even if he was ill. If I don’t want to make a statement, I can only look through the medical books in private and think of some solutions.”

"It must have been difficult then."

Fu Yuanqing grabbed another small handful of fried rice, put it in his palm, and counted it carefully, it was thirteen.

Like the 13 years that have passed by in a flash.

"It's really difficult." Fu Yuanqing said, "In the past, when His Majesty was young, he arranged for the maids in the palace to attend the night. I was also simple-minded, and I didn't put trustworthy people by the young emperor's side. That winter night, there were three court ladies riding on the young emperor. In a deep sleep, more than ten layers of quilts were pressed on the Young Emperor. If Cao Banan hadn't heard a strange noise while resting in the side hall... the Young Emperor might have passed away at that time. The three maids bit their tongues and committed suicide without revealing who was behind the scenes."

"Is there no other reliable person?"

He wrapped the remaining fried rice and stuffed it back into Chen Jing's arms: "The queen mother is not your majesty's biological mother and cannot be relied on. The elders of the previous dynasty each had their own family interests and did not really work for your majesty. King Qin... King Qin was originally the first emperor The third elder brother of the old man, enfeoffed the vassal to Qin. Even now, His Majesty has no heirs, and the King of Qin is still the candidate for the imperial heir. Only the palace people who have nowhere to go can only rely on His Majesty, and instead become the only candidates related to His Majesty. "

"The emperor treated the ancestor that day, the ancestor was not angry, but still spoke for him?" Chen Jing asked him.

Fu Yuanqing looked up at the sky.

"Speaking of which, His Majesty is also very lonely. He lives high in the temple, and there is no amiable and trustworthy person except the slaves. Tens of thousands of palace slaves are locked in the Forbidden City, so why not lock the emperor?" Fu Yuanqing sighed softly.

The bright moon rose.

Some echoes with the sunset.

It's just that they are too far apart, and they all seem lonely.

"Why did the ancestors bring me to Haizi?"

"It's rare to be free, so I'll take you here to relax." Fu Yuanqing said.

Chen Jingshui sat on the side of the pavilion, spread his palms, didn't know what he was looking at, and said after a while: "I've been depressed these days, and my ancestors noticed it. He brought me here specially, and wanted me to Be happy."

"How can I, Chen Jing, be worthy of my ancestor's care?" Chen Jing said, "If the ancestor doesn't really like Chen Jing, then don't treat me like this. I...I can't stand it."

"Why am I not sincere?"

Chen Jing turned his head away: "The old ancestor said that he wanted to be a fake couple with me."

He finished speaking.

There was some trepidation and anticipation.

But Fu Yuanqing didn't answer him.

Chen Jing's heart was a little cold, as if he was about to sink into the sea.

Then, he felt Fu Yuanqing sitting beside him and holding his hand again.He struggled slightly, not sincerely wanting to break free, so he let Fu Yuanqing hold tightly again.

Then Fu Yuanqing tied the red rope he had just obtained from Yuelao Hall to Chen Jing's wrist.

"Ancestor?"

Fu Yuanqing looked down at the red rope, stroked it with some reluctance, and said, "My son is silent...but...I have some selfish intentions."

He looked up at Chen Jing, and said gently: "If there is an afterlife, I will go to you. I just don't know if you will remember me at that time."

Fu Yuanqing's eyes were clear, reflecting the soft moonlight.

Chen Jing couldn't help himself, and kissed him in the shimmering light.

The night was finally deep.

The sky became navy blue.

When leaving, Fu Yuanqing said with emotion: "In summer, the green here touches the sky, and the waves are very magnificent. I just don't know if there will be a chance to show you again at that time."

"There will be a chance." Chen Jing said, "I will definitely."