Shaodi Chunxin

The young emperor looked at Fu Yuanqing.

He pinched Fu Yuanqing's already wet chin, lifted it up gently, carefully looked at the dripping crystal tears, and then took out a handkerchief with faint dragon patterns from his arms to wipe Fu Yuanqing.

"When father and brother died, they never shed tears. When the late emperor died, he never shed tears...not even when your teacher died. Why, you cried because of a lowly dead man." The young emperor said, "Everyone said Fu Yuanqing is a hard-hearted person, he never expected...to be sad when heartbroken. It's a pity that it's for Chen Jing...for Chen Jing..."

He sighed, moved his eyes down, saw half of the tablet lying on the ground, smiled, and said in Fu Yuanqing's ear: "Father, you said... I am in front of Zhao Jin, in the Taimiao... how are you lucky? "

Fu Yuanqing's face turned pale, and he couldn't restrain his trembling: "No—"

Fu Yuanqing's eyes blurred, the young emperor had already pushed him to the ground, and then the young man's torso had covered him, pressing him to the ground.Fu Yuanqing struggled and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, you must never do such things that tarnish your ancestors!"

"Damn the ancestors?" The young emperor laughed, grabbed Fu Yuanqing's arms with one hand and pressed them easily on top of his head, and asked, "You are anxious to marry me and have children for you. Isn't it just for the sake of your ancestors? Looking at the ancestors, I'm afraid I'm happy to see it come to fruition...Father, I'm not afraid that the empress will enter the palace later, and my performance is not good?"

Fu Yuanqing looked at him in disbelief and said, "Your Majesty! No!"

"What's wrong? My father said that if I am rich in the world, I will naturally have you. Your emperor wants to favor you, and you should be grateful for such honor. Why do you still stop me?" The young emperor whispered in his ear Said, the hair under his body was against his leg, and the other hand had already penetrated into his shirt, stroking his chest, and smiled, "Father, the two places on his chest...I am very happy..."

Wherever his fingertips touched, Fu Yuanqing shuddered, and his body, which had already experienced love affairs, reacted naturally.

The light from the glazed tiles of the caisson caressed down, covering the two with a psychedelic color.

"Open your eyes!" The young emperor ordered him, "I want to meet you, but you are trembling like this, who will show it to you!"

Fu Yuanqing opened his eyes in a daze.

In the colorful light, on the seven temples, it seemed that someone was watching them, and there was something watching and whispering.Cut open his clothes, opened his body, and left him nowhere to hide.

"Master is right. I have been working hard for 13 years, but my slaves are greedy and blindfolded... The slaves are trying to sacrifice their lives for benevolence, but they are just trying to win a posthumous reputation. They are no different from those people. Obviously the most precious, the most should be protected. That person, that friendship, even slaves can’t keep it... I can’t repay one or two if I die.” He choked up, “I just beg my master, don’t be here...don’t be in the Taimiao, in front of the ancestors... I beg you... ...please..."

He cried desolately, tears dripping like threads, like the tears of a merman, rolling down on the floor crystal clear, slowly seeping through the cracks of the gold bricks, leaving only some faint water stains in the end.

The young emperor's fury was finally extinguished a little in this crying.

He was startled, let go of his hand, and stood up.

Fu Yuanqing seemed to want to hide his embarrassment, he turned sideways, tightly grasped the skirt that was torn by the young emperor, curled up into a ball, and wept silently.

The young emperor looked at Fu Yuanqing on the ground in a daze.

This was the most embarrassing moment for Fu Yuanqing in his memory.

Even when the first emperor entrusted Gu, the haggard young man who had just rested from the heavy shackles and was brought from the clothing bureau, had a proud body and was never defeated.But that person... At this time, he bowed his spine and curled up at his feet, extremely sad.

The young emperor wanted to comfort him, but the wound in his heart was still open.It was like a thorn, forcing him to straighten his body, so that his injured dignity would be covered up, and he couldn't have any more sympathy.

He saw the cloak that he had just torn apart in a fit of rage.

It was the mink velvet cloak that I bestowed on Fu Yuanqing back then. It was warm and thick, and could keep out the harsh winters.Fu Yuanqing also seemed to like it very much. After wearing it for many years, no matter how rewarding he was, he would wear this sky blue cloak most frequently.

"It's already the beginning of summer, why are you wearing a winter cloak?" After the young emperor asked this, he remembered that he touched Fu Yuanqing's body just now, and the icy cold feeling was transmitted through the skin.

... Sure enough, the Great Desolate Jade Sutra stopped practicing, and my father's physique deteriorated rapidly.

The young emperor frowned, picked up Fu Yuanqing, and kicked open the gate of the Taimiao to go out.

Wei Feilong was outside, and when he saw the young emperor coming out, he quickly half-kneeled and saluted: "Master!"

The young emperor glanced around and saw that they were all Jinyiwei, and said to Wei Feilong: "Let Gao Qinhai carry my chariot in, and I will go back to the palace on the chariot."

Wei Feilong was stunned: "But the ancestor just said not to leak the news—"

The young emperor was furious again: "What old ancestor?! I don't count what I say, do I?! Ask Gao Qinhai to lead people to get out! Then open all the Duanmen and Meridian gates for me! I want to go back to the palace through the middle way of the emperor!"

Fu Yuanqing heard this in his arms, grabbed the young emperor's arm, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, what happened today must not be—"

"Fu Yuanqing." The young emperor didn't even look at him, "If you dare to say anything more, I will kill all the slaves in the Taimiao today, as well as this group of Jinyiwei."

Fu Yuanqing choked for breath.

Wei Feilong, who was kneeling next to him, couldn't help shaking.

The young emperor looked at him and reprimanded: "Hurry up and go to work!"

"Yes!" Wei Feilong kowtowed, staggered up and went out.Already dead, he was covered in cold sweat.

After a while, the young emperor steadily descended the steps and walked out of the Taimiao. Gao Qinhai had already brought the dragon chariot over and prostrated himself on the ground to welcome the emperor.

This time it was not the low-key and simple 16 people carried by the young emperor when he was in the palace, but 32 people carried them.

It was dark.

The setting sun is slowly sinking from the eaves.

From the gate of Taimiao, to the gate of Taimiao Street, and on the way to the middle of the emperor, palace lanterns were hung up densely.

Palace lanterns fluttered.

Such as mourning a concubine.

"The emperor returns to the palace - open the door - open the main entrance of the middle way -"

In the distance, Jin Yiwei's voice came from near to far, entered from the end gate, disappeared one after another in a far away place.

Then there was a rumbling sound.

It seems to come from the sky, knocking on the drum in people's hearts, and the echoes sounded.

end gate.

Meridian Gate.

The gates of Huangji opened one by one.

After leaving the Taimiao, standing on the middle road, you can see the magnificent Huangji Hall at a glance.

All the servants and imperial soldiers knelt down to welcome the emperor into the palace.

The white marble on the middle road is carved with a real dragon with dancing claws in the auspicious clouds, carried by 32 people to vividly set off the majesty of the emperor.For a moment, there was no sound in the world, only the orderly footsteps of the eunuchs carrying chariots.

There was also Fu Yuanqing's uneasy breath.

He is shaking.

He was trembling in the arms of the emperor on the chariot.

The Son of Heaven seemed to have heard his beating heart, smiled, and whispered in his ear: "Not long ago, I was discussing etiquette with my father, and my father said that the duty of the Son of Heaven is nothing more than etiquette. At that time, I thought... What a broken rule. If this kind of etiquette imprisons people's hearts and binds hands and feet, it shouldn't be there. My father said that what I thought was right, and what I did was right. Is it enough to be polite and happy? Is it enough to anger the disciples of Confucius? , is it enough to be a foolish king?"

Fu Yuanqing didn't dare to answer.

The person holding him said that if he dared to say one more word, everyone would be buried with him.

When passing through the majestic palace gate, those imperial authorities surged up like sea water, making Fu Yuanqing extremely terrified. What the young emperor did was intentional... just to let the world know how perverted and senseless he is...

After a while, the chariot arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but it didn't stop until the Palace of Eternal Life behind the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the emperor carried him off the chariot.

There are no concubines in the harem, and the palace is closed and desolate for many years.

But now, countless candles have been lit in Yongshou Palace.

Colorful auspicious lanterns are hung all over the corridor.

Scarlet silk is tied here and there.

Fang Jing led his people to greet him on his knees, and when he saw the young emperor coming in, he said, "Welcome, master."

The young emperor glanced at the prostrate people on the ground, laughed, and strode into the main hall.

The main hall is luxuriously furnished, and it is covered with dragon and phoenix satin. The warm pavilion is filled with aloes, and the dragon and phoenix quilt is full of flowers.

The young emperor entered the Babu bed and threw Fu Yuanqing on the bed.

Fu Yuanqing looked at the young emperor in a daze.

If I remember correctly, he came to Yongshou Palace not long ago, and the place was still bleak...why...

"Master, what do you want, master?" The ancestor asked as calmly as possible, but an ominous premonition had already filled his heart.

Shaodi lovingly stroked his cheek, a little obsessed and mixed with endless resentment.

"Father, you must be obedient, listen to what I say. If you are obedient and obedient, I will still be a little patient to be a virtuous king." He started to be gentle, but at this moment his voice became cold again, "You are not obedient——"

Don't wait for him to finish his threat.

"Your servant will do whatever you want." Fu Yuanqing had already knelt up on the bed and said to him, "Your servant is obedient."

The young emperor didn't know whether he should be satisfied with his meekness or angry, he finally smiled angrily: "Okay, then my father will live in Yongshou Palace."

Fu Yuanqing's face turned pale immediately: "Eternal Shou Palace is the residence of concubines in the harem, how can slaves and maidservants live here more than they should. If the ministers of the former dynasty and the world know about it, what do we think of Your Majesty? Think twice, Your Majesty!"

The young emperor gently held his hand, and whispered in his ear: "Father, don't be afraid. Let go of the court affairs, the country and the society... Those are just your troubles, let go of them, and you will be happy." You don’t have to worry about anything. From now on, Yongshou Palace will be your residence. You just need to wait here for me to come and see you. Don’t worry, this place is close to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. I’ll come to you after finishing my business. Harem All the honor and favor are given to you."

He seemed to be saying something very happy, with a bright smile: "I'm lucky for you, and I will save you too. The zither sings together and shares the longevity of heaven."