Shaodi Chunxin

Chen Jing paused in his hands, and looked down. Fu Yuanqing was not physically strong and had already fallen asleep.

Instead of going down, he fetched water and washed his ancestor's body. He was clean inside and out.Put on obscene clothes for Fu Yuanqing.When Chen Jing was doing all this, although his hands and feet were not proficient, he was serious and gentle. Even if Fu Yuanqing was asleep, he didn't have the slightest intention of belittling or profane.

Before going out, he lightly turned on the farthest lamp in the Nuan Pavilion.

The orange light shone softly on the gauze of Ba Bu's bed.

He looked at it for a while, then opened the door and went out.

A pair of calligraphy and painting hanging in the main hall of Ting Taoju is a bit old, not conspicuous.

It was a simple picture of mountains, rivers and snow, with Xingxiaokai on it.

——Listen to the pine, listen to the bamboo, listen to the cloud, listen to the wind, listen to the thunder and listen to the rain, it is to listen to the waves.

The inscription below is Zhao Jin, a layman of Xinxian.There is also the private seal of the first emperor.

Chen Jing only took a quick glance, then lifted the curtain and went out of the main hall. There was a bench outside, and Fang Jing was wearing a padded jacket, breathing out with his hands in his pockets.A baby face was flushed with cold.

Seeing Chen Jing coming out, he jumped up quickly: "Wan...cough...you are coming out."

Chen Jing said to him: "The prescription prescribed by Bailishi before also has a tonic, you remember to take it for your ancestors tomorrow morning."

"Yes. I understand." Fang Jing said.

"Remove that Tingtao Snow Scene Picture," Chen Jing said.

"That is the calligraphy of the late emperor..."

"And then burned."

"Ah?" Fang Jing was completely stunned this time, "This is a matter of beheading! The old ancestor is so precious. You want the life of your servant..."

In the end, his eyes were red, and he looked at Chen Jing pitifully.

Chen Jing glanced at him.

Fang Jing fell silent.

"You, why don't you go to bed early." He squeezed out a sentence.

Chen Jing turned around and walked towards the most remote north wing of Tingtao Residence, pushed the door open and entered. There was only a bed with a thin quilt inside, and the volume of the Great Desolation Jade Sutra was placed on the table beside the bed.

He picked it up and turned it over, then turned to look out the window, the wind and snow were even worse.

Different from other big pengs who always love to run outside the palace, Fu Yuanqing seldom spends the night in private houses, and only stays overnight if it is difficult to go back out in winter, and must return to the palace the next morning.

Just like the emperor abided by the 13-year imperial gate to listen to the government, the ancestors also firmly abided by the rules of the servants.

But these two things were broken one after another in the few days just after the new year.

The emperor did not go to Taihe Gate to listen to politics.

The ancestors did not return to the palace either.

Fu Yuanqing had many dreams at night, but he didn't remember them at all when he woke up.

The snow seemed to have stopped. He half-lyed on the bed and pushed open the window frame. The window frame tapped the red plums, and the snow on the tops of the plums scattered. The young man in the yard, Chen Jing, had already practiced two sets of swordsmanship. Hot sweat dripped from his temples. Luo, agile and vigorous, very pleasing to the eye.

Chen Jing put away his sword and walked to the window.

"The palm print is awake."

"You woke up very early." Fu Yuanqing said, handing Fang Jing the hot handkerchief that had been wrung out.

"Yinshi wants to get up and practice, I'm used to it." Chen Jing took it and wiped it.

"This is also the time when the emperor's imperial gate is listening to the government." Fu Yuanqing said casually, then turned to Fang Jing and asked, "How was the situation in the morning court yesterday? I didn't see the report from Dongchang."

Fang Jing coughed: "I'll turn around and ask Kong Shang what's going on, this guy, he's sitting in the torture position too much."

Chen Jing asked: "Palm prints, can I use food?"

Just as Fu Yuanqing was about to refuse, he saw Chen Jing's black eyes looking over: "Do you want to be with your subordinates?"

This face, this pair of eyes, he hesitated when he saw it.

Before he could evade any more, Fang Jing had already said: "Sure enough, the Great Desolation Jade Classic is really good. Our ancestors don't like to eat breakfast. It's only been one night, and they already want to eat. Godfather, do you want to eat?" What to eat? Rice balls, millet porridge, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, steamed buns with vegetarian stuffing, and mutton soup slices are all prepared."

Fu Yuanqing had no choice but to ask Chen Jing: "What do you want to eat?"

Chen Jing thought about it for a while: "It's all good."

"Fang Jing..." As soon as Fu Yuanqing opened his mouth, Fang Jing hurried to make breakfast, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

When Chen Jing changed his clothes and entered Tingtaoju, a steaming breakfast was served.

A full table was set up.

Chen Jing served Fu Yuanqing a bowl of millet porridge. When he took it, the fingertips of the two touched.Fu Yuanqing touched the young man's hot skin, and the absurd things of the previous night flooded into his mind. He lowered his eyes and said to Chen Jing with a normal expression: "You got up early and practiced again. You must be hungry. Don't be restrained, eat more Some."

Chen Jing wasn't polite to him either, he responded and started eating.

Fu Yuanqing looked at him calmly. Although he ate a lot, his manners were very elegant, without the vulgarity of a warrior at all, and even vaguely resembled the manners of today's saints.

"Do you remember the past?" Fu Yuanqing asked him.

Chen Jing ate breakfast and said, "I don't really remember. There is nothing to mention."

"You are still young, you should take a look around. You shouldn't be in the palace." Fu Yuanqing said, "What happened last night... If you don't want to, maybe it's still too late. I let Dongchang release your death How is it?"

"The Great Wilderness Jade Sutra is the way to draw energy into the body. Once you practice, you can't stop. The Yang Yuan has nowhere to go, and you will eventually explode and die." After saying this, he raised his eyes and asked Fu Yuanqing: "Is the palm print worrying about his subordinates? Chen Jing has no complaints for the palm print cultivation. Both of his subordinates' parents died, and one orphan... Ever since I can remember, the imperial court has been my home... There is nowhere else to go except here." go."

The last sentence touched Fu Yuanqing a little, he sighed softly, looked up from the window, and saw the red plum blossoms blooming enthusiastically in the snow.However, in ten days or so it will be the beginning of spring, the snow will melt at that time, and the plum blossoms will fall to the ground and turn into mud.

"Do you still eat the palm print?" Chen Jing asked.

Fu Yuanqing was still in a trance, and replied: "You eat more. I eat less in the morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jing put down his chopsticks.

Before Fu Yuanqing came back to his senses, he stepped forward and put his arms around Fu Yuanqing's waist.

"You are..." Fu Yuanqing was puzzled.

"A day's plan lies in the morning." Chen Jingji said seriously, "The second exercise of the Great Wilderness Jade Sutra starts in the morning and ends in the evening."