Shaodi Chunxin

New Year's Eve that year.

Heavy snowfall.

As usual, the emperor had a reunion banquet with the queen mother in Renshou Palace, and sent the young emperor back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.After he came out, he asked Guanglu Temple to prepare the food, and went out from Chengtian Gate, and the subordinates of the Supervisor of Rituals sent it to the homes of the royal family and ministers... This busy day was over.

The palace was deserted.

Some people who have private houses outside have loosened the rules since he took the seal, and they can go home for the New Year.

And some servants and maidservants in various palaces and halls have already gathered together to have a reunion banquet.

According to the habit he had acquired over the past few years, he went to the northwest corner building to place tributes, lit incense, and kowtowed in the direction of the Fu family's old house, and then sat cross-legged in the shadow of the corner building for a while, hearing the New Year's bell on Longevity Mountain resounding through the capital. .

call out--!

The first diamond monkey went up to the sky and exploded.

The capital, which was still covered by heavy snow just now, suddenly became lively.

The deafening sound of firecrackers, fireworks flying into the sky.

In an instant, the entire night shone like day, and there was not even the last trace of darkness that could hide him.

Fu Yuanqing watched for a while on the turret, far away, the fireworks in the capital separated by the imperial city wall - those joys and sorrows were too far away from the Forbidden City, so they could only reveal their true faces lightly and occasionally.

It didn't take long to finally get all alone.

Fu Yuanqing swept off the snow that had just fallen from the padded clothes, moved his already somewhat frozen legs, and walked slowly down the turret.At this time, countless gorgeous fireworks rose from Xiyuan.

It is bigger and brighter than the fireworks in the distant capital.

Layers of flowers clustered in the sky in front of his eyes, and there was no time to stop.

There are plum, pine and bamboo.

There are peonies, auspicious clouds, and phoenixes.

He leaned on the wall and looked carefully, and then he saw a group of people waiting under the turret, and it seemed that the lineup should be Jin Yiwei and others.

Fu Yuanqing was startled, went down from the turret, and when he opened the door, he saw the young emperor standing in the snow, looking at him with a smile.

The young emperor, who had just tied his hair, raised his hands, proudly showing off the endless fireworks behind him: "Father! Does it look good? Do you like it!"

Then, in his shocked eyes, he rushed up and hugged him.

Although the young emperor was only 15 years old at this time, the young man had already grown quite tall, and there were faint signs of being taller than him.It's just that when I hugged him, I was still as attached as I was when I was a child.

Fu Yuanqing couldn't help touching the back of his neck, and said, "Why is Your Majesty still wandering around the palace so late? Where is Cao Ban'an?"

Cao Ban'an followed up from behind, holding a tray in his hand, covered it with cloth, bowed to salute, and said helplessly, "The palm print, the little one didn't stop it."

"Father is really..." He complained a bit, "I threw me to Cao Ban'an, and then I left. I waited and waited...the Hall of Mental Cultivation is locked, and you still haven't come back."

The fireworks are still going up.

The young emperor asked again: "Father, do you like to watch fireworks? Every year, I hide in the turret to watch the fireworks outside the palace. I won't need them in the future. I will let them set them off in Xiyuan for a whole night. Father can watch enough."

Fu Yuanqing didn't know how to tell a carefree child that what he loved was not fireworks.

The busyness and hard work day after day can make him forget many things and ignore many things.

However, when the time of the year comes, when the bustle gathers, he is left alone.

Memories of the past creep in through the cracks of loneliness.

So he can only indulge himself to yearn for a moment of fireworks in the world.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fu Yuanqing said to the young emperor, "It's just that it's unnecessary. It's too much of a waste of state money, and it's not worth it."

At that time, the young emperor was still very sensible, and when he finished speaking, he let out a muffled sound.

But he soon thought of something else, and tore off the cloth on the tray in Cao Banan's hand, revealing a sky blue velvet cloak inside.

"Father, in winter you only wear the cotton padded clothes issued by the Shangyi Bureau. Your hands and feet are cold and cold on weekdays. You should change to this." He was a little proud, "This is the coldest three to nine days of storage. Warm."

As he spoke, he put the cloak on Fu Yuanqing's shoulders.

Let him put it on again, and lowered his head to fasten the only jade buckle around his waist for him.

At this moment, the cold was blocked from the embrace of the young emperor, and from the cloak.A warm feeling rose from my heart.

"Knowing that my father doesn't like luxury, the clothes are also made plainly. It's just warm." The young emperor was still explaining.

He held the young emperor's hand, and said to the young emperor: "I... like it very much. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

The young emperor looked at him in the light of the fireworks, was startled, pulled him and said with a smile: "Let's go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. I'm waiting for Father to eat."

"I am lucky to save you, too."

After the young emperor said this, he saw that Fu Yuanqing was a little at a loss, and felt the pleasure of revenge in his heart.

He gently untied the cloak, threw it aside casually, and took off the green clothes on his body, leaving only the tulle underwear.

"Today we are getting married. I have a gift for Father." The young emperor said, "Fang Jing!"

Fang Jing, who was waiting outside, came in with a one-foot-long sandalwood box, knelt at the feet of the young emperor, and presented the box.The young emperor raised his hand to open it, and inside was a set of golden shackles.

The set of shackles was exquisitely crafted, with smooth edges and slender size. The outer side was made of jade as bamboo leaves, making it look like green bamboo.There are a total of five rings, connected by slender gold chains, and organically expanded, which can be stretched at will.

The young emperor picked up one, played with it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Scholars love bamboo so much, so do I. But if this bamboo is just allowed to grow wantonly, it will soon be all over the mountains and plains, and the root can no longer be found... ...It needs to be transplanted into the soil and trimmed to make it docile and obedient.”

He held Fu Yuanqing's hand, put on the shackles, and clasped the other wrist behind his back with his backhand.Then he picked up the larger ring, pressed it somewhere, and the ring was gently separated. The young emperor raised his hand and clasped it around Fu Yuanqing's neck, pressing on his throat, and then there was a soft "click". , You can't even feel the gaps in the organs.The collar was tightly attached to his neck, and as he swallowed, the cold touch made Fu Yuanqing's whole body colder.

"Father is a cold plum in bamboo, beautiful and quiet in the rain."

The young emperor admired his appearance, laughed, and seemed to cry, admiring him softly, for fear of revealing something in his voice.

Fu Yuanqing was stiff and trembling because of this kind of shame, and he closed his eyes tightly.Hearing his praise, she couldn't help opening her eyes to look at him, the corners of her eyes were still moist with light pink.

"Father, what do you want to say? Do you want to remonstrate again?" The young emperor fiddled with those chains, and the chains rattled.

Fu Yuanqing shook his head slightly.

"Servant..." His vocal cords were lightly pressed by the collar, and he coughed a little itchy as soon as he spoke, "Servant just remembered that His Majesty rewarded many gifts in the past."

"So Father still remembers. Does Father like it?"

"I like it." Fu Yuanqing knelt down on the bed and looked at him with his hands behind his back, and said gently, "Some are priceless, but most of the things the master gives to the servants are really thoughtful things. The medicine for leg injuries should be carried with you in summer. Your sachet, as well as your favorite food... all will be shared with the servants. The servants... are grateful."

When he spoke, the young emperor's eyes softened, and he seemed to be lost in memories, but the words "grateful" sounded particularly harsh.

"Grateful?" The young emperor kissed the corner of his mouth. Fu Yuanqing dodged lightly, and was dragged back by the gold chain behind the collar held by the young emperor. , "Fu Yuanqing, what I want is not your endless gratitude. You know it clearly."

Fu Yuanqing's hands were locked behind his back, and when the machine moved, his hands could not struggle.

He was pushed down on the couch by the young emperor, and lifted up by someone pinching his waist, and he became kneeling with his shoulders supporting his body.The confinement of the collar around his neck became more obvious. He gasped for breath, and he could see Fang Jing kneeling outside Ba Bu's bed with the box on his side.

"Get out!" Shaodi scolded.

Fang Jing responded, stood up and lowered the curtains on both sides, and then there were only the two of them left.

The pants were directly torn.

Amidst the cracking voice, he clenched his fists a little nervously.

The young emperor's hands were callused... Gently stroking his skin felt cool and warm... Fu Yuanqing couldn't help but gasped twice in a trance.

"Don't..." he called hoarsely.

But the buttocks were slapped suddenly.

Then the collar around his neck was pulled back, Fu Yuanqing could only raise his head, and the young emperor leaned into his ear and said, "If you dare to talk nonsense when I am happy with you, stop it forever."

Before he could respond, the chain of the collar gradually tightened, making him almost unable to breathe, and unable to utter a single word.

Today, he is relying on his knees to balance his body. Before he can fully balance himself, he has been violently impacted, and the whole person fell on the couch again.

The squalls and showers came one after another, not giving him a chance to breathe.

The young emperor didn't want to listen to him begging for mercy either, so he only took a few breaths before stuffing his mouth with a handkerchief and covering it thoroughly.

Fu Yuanqing's eyes turned black, and tears welled up involuntarily.

Fang Jing backed out slowly, and asked the person next to him to put away the sandalwood box.

He listened outside the door for a while, and there was a groaning sound coming from inside, and then he was covered by someone, and it went dark again, becoming a short panting.

The palace lanterns of Yongshou Palace were hung high, but the candles shed tears.

There was a sound of arguing at the gate, Fang Jing walked out, and saw Cao Banan arguing with Jin Yiwei at the gate angrily.

"Brother Cao." Fang Jing went over.

Cao Ban'an said anxiously: "Fang Jing, are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing?"

Fang Jing's baby face was a bit cloudy now, he tucked his sleeves and lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry, Brother Cao."

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry?" Cao Ban'an scolded, "Go in and persuade the master! The old ancestor is so weak, he can't bear it!"

"I'm sorry, Brother Cao." Fang Jing said again.

"You——! You know better than me that the old ancestor wanted to die, and you followed the master to torment him like this. Are you forcing him to die?" Cao Ban'an asked him, "The old ancestor killed you in such a dirty place like An Le Hall. How could you treat him like this?"

"I'm saving my ancestors." Fang Jing said, "I'm saving my godfather. My godfather is going to die, and I feel sorry for him. I'll listen to whoever can make my godfather live."

Cao Ban'an was furious, and slapped him across the face: "Fang Jing, you bastard with lard!"

His slap was so powerful that Fang Jing staggered and took a step back.

Fanzi from the surrounding Dongchang all surrounded him.

Fang Jing covered his face and shook his head, and the crowd dispersed.

He let go of his hand, the right side of his face was swollen by Cao Banan's slap, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the three mountain caps were also crooked a little, looking a bit embarrassed.

But Fang Jing still politely said to Cao Ban'an: "Brother Cao, I know I deserve to die. But just wait... until the godfather is cured. As long as the godfather can live a long life, how can you punish me for my crime?" You can do anything... roll the nailboard, pour hot oil, peel the skin and pull the grass, cut it into pieces, and do it at your disposal. Only now..."

He smiled, tucked his sleeves and bowed again, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Brother Cao. Please go back."