Father is on top, I was wrong

It was late at night after the grain road was finished, the frost was light, the long streets in the city were empty, and all the shops were closed.

Holding the hairpin in his hand, Xiao Gui rode his horse and ran along the long street for a while, but he couldn't find one that opened the door.

The soldiers under him all looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what this ancestor was running on this street. The only sound was the trampling of horseshoes in the empty and silent street.

They have all been tired all day, and they can't wait to go back and rest.

Xiao Gui walked back and forth on the spot with the rein on his horse, and after a while, he resentfully prepared to return to the camp.

Unexpectedly, the moment he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a small shop in an alley, with a faint candlelight shining through the leaky firewood door.

He immediately got off his horse and strolled over to knock on the door.

The soldiers looked at him in a daze, and did not dare to follow him without his order. They just stood on the long street.

Some of the nearby neighbors heard the movement, and they quietly poked their heads out to see what happened, then quickly shrank back and turned off the lights.

After a while, the soldiers saw their master coming out of the dark alley, holding a stick of something in his hand, under the clear moonlight, there was a faint brilliance overflowing.

When Xiao Gui approached, they realized that it seemed to be a hairpin with silvery white luster all over.

Disturbing people knocking on the door in the middle of the night, just for a hairpin?

The boys' jaws dropped all over the place.

The emperor has no concubines so far, does he have a confidante?

When Xiao Gui returned to the magistrate's mansion after taking care of the trivial matters from the military camp, he stepped on the threshold and saw the dim candlelight in the east wing, his father was still asleep.

He opened the door curtain and went in. The room was warm and cozy, and a little candle was dimly lit.

On the desk, Wen Wujue put his hand on his forehead, lowered his eyebrows, and remained silent for a while.

Xiao Gui walked over lightly and took a closer look.

Actually fell asleep.

After Wen Bo and Lu Jia came here, because Wen Wujue didn't trust many people, he often sent them out to handle errands, so now he doesn't even have a personal servant by his side.

Xiao Gui stared at his beautiful face, with his eyes closed at this moment, he lost his usual gentleness and solemnity, only then did he realize that his facial features are very soft.

With slender eyelashes, narrow nose bridge, thin and red lips, she is a warm and moist beauty.

Xiao Gui took out the hairpin from his pocket and looked at it for a while.

Then he stretched out his hand and carefully inserted it into his thick bun, and then took off the ink-colored and faded hairpin he had originally pinned.

Wen Wujue's hair was already extremely black, like a waterfall pouring down, and the hairpin that was all over the body was separated from it, giving him a pure and pure temperament.

Xiao Gui looked at it, and felt that his breathing was a little heavy, and his whole body was hot.

He also felt that something was wrong with him, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he quickly got up and took a few steps back.

Unexpectedly, he didn't pay attention to his feet and kicked the sandalwood chair behind him.

There was a "squeak".

Wen Wujue woke up, his eyes dimmed.

Xiao Gui: "..."

It took Wen Wujue a while to see the person in front of him clearly, before he could speak, his eyes fell on the hairpin in his hand.

"What are you doing pulling out my hairpin?"

He touched his hair subconsciously, and instantly realized that it was not his hairpin by the feel of his hand.

Xiao Gui calmed down instead, grinning and said: "Father Xiang's hairpin is too ugly, let's change it."

Wen Wujue frowned, looked him up and down, why did he come to change his hairpin in the middle of the night?

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the one on his head. He glanced at it and immediately showed disgust.

As a typical modern person, I thought it was awkward for men to wear hairpins, so he deliberately used black ones on weekdays.

And this one, smooth and white, with delicate patterns carved on the head of the hairpin, is simply coquettish to the extreme.

He threw it on the table, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I am still accustomed to using black hairpins."

Xiao Gui's face suddenly darkened.

He chipped it for a long time, carved and polished it, and went to paint it on purpose, so he just threw it away like this?

Xiao Gui endured it, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The paint on Xiangfu's hairpin has peeled off, and it would be disrespectful to wear it out. Others thought I withheld Xiangfu's salary."

Wen Wujue thought that he had nothing to do in the middle of the night and came to find fault, but felt that he was too tired to deal with him, so he took off his outer robe and walked to the side of the couch.

"It's very late, the emperor should go back and rest, there is still business to be discussed tomorrow."

Xiao Gui looked at him half-eyed at the hairpin, his black hair was loose, his face was cold and indifferent, he couldn't help but feel more and more annoyed.

Then he walked behind him, and said in a cold voice, "Does Xiangfu not like hairpins, or does he not like me?"

Wen Wujue glanced back at him inexplicably, seeing the low pressure brewing in his eyes, he became more and more confused.

He wondered when did he offend him again?

Does not like the hairpin have something to do with not liking him?

To be honest, I don't like either.

Wen Wujue sighed, this ancestor is getting more and more weird.

"Your Majesty, please go to rest, and the minister will also rest."

Xiao Gui's face almost sank to the bottom, but the culprit seemed to have not seen it, and went to sleep with his clothes on.

He almost exploded with anger.

He threw back the curtain, and strode out of the yard like an angry bull after a failed courtship.

He almost bumped into Wen Bo who was serving warming and tonic medicine to the Prime Minister. Looking at his angry back, Wen Bo smiled unceremoniously.

This guy always likes to provoke the Prime Minister whenever he has something to do, and he is deflated every time.

As soon as Wen Bo entered the door, he immediately saw the conspicuous hairpin on the table.

I couldn't help wondering, did the prime minister change his taste?

Wen Wujue was sleepy at first, but Wen Bo nagged him so he had to get up and take medicine.

When Wen Bo asked about the hairpin, he only said flatly, "The emperor brought it."

Wen Wujue didn't know it, but Wen Bo knew at a glance that it was not an ordinary hairpin style, and the outer layer was painted with high-quality materials, so it was probably custom-made.

"But the carving skills of this pattern are not very good. It's not like the kind of expert handwriting that is customized for others. Could it be... he carved it himself?"

Hearing what he said, Wen Wujue became curious and took it over for a closer look.

Suddenly recalling Xiao Gui's expression just now, he seemed to have a vague understanding.

No wonder his face was gloomy just now, it turned out to be because of this.

He shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Looking at this hairpin again, it's really Xiaogui.

The taste is really average.

Xiao Gui was so angry that he didn't sleep for half the night, and was woken up by the hasty knock on the door when the sky was light.

"Your Majesty, get up quickly! King Ning's rebel army is attacking the city!"

Xiao Gui's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, and he lost all sleepiness.

Quickly getting up from the bed, Li Ling swiftly put on his shirt while passing messages to him.

"The rebels didn't dare to attack Changping, so they attacked the nearby Linyong City. The prime minister has already summoned the generals to discuss matters. He just sent a message to ask the emperor to go to the barracks to rectify the soldiers and horses, and stand by at the gate of the city."

At this time, the sky is not yet bright, a crescent moon hangs in the east, and the cold north wind makes people shiver.

Xiao Gui wiped his face carelessly, bit a dry steamed bun, rode his horse and ran towards the barracks.

In the conference room, Wen Wujue's face was pale, and he hadn't slept for half the night, which made him a little dizzy.

After barely persevering and ordering everything one by one, seeing the worried faces of all the generals, knowing that they were terrified by Shi Huaiqing's siege last time, he secretly sighed.

These people have lived too many peaceful lives, and even lost their vigor.

He said in relief: "The enemy's situation seems to be fierce this time, but if you think about it carefully, it is not a cause for concern. First of all, it is not King Ning who came, but the Hulu from the northwest. They don't have many troops. If we can’t hold it, once we retreat, we can regain the city. Secondly, they dare not come to attack the main city of Changping because they are outnumbered. Furthermore, why do we have to send troops to rescue Linyong? The prefect of the nearby city will be chilled, and there is no guarantee that the city will not surrender. Therefore, we must save and at the same time ensure the safety of the main city. This crisis is not difficult to resolve, as long as everyone works together to face it together. "

Although Wen Wujue had a sick look on his face, his expression was calm, and he analyzed the situation in detail, calmly, and invisibly gave the soldiers a reassurance, and they respected him more and more.

After the cooking was done, Wen Bo prepared a carriage for him and took him to the gate of the city.

Xiao Gui has already led all the soldiers and horses to stand by at the gate of the city.

The rising sun dispelled the thick fog and cold, and the armor on his body was shining brightly.

Wen Wujue got out of the carriage and walked to his side.

"Your Majesty, just bring [-] elite troops there, and the rest will guard Changping City."

Xiao Gui's expression was somber, and he shot straight away, not even wanting to give him a look.

Unexpectedly, with a flash of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the hairpin pinned to the back of his head.

Wen Wujue is wrapped in a snow-white Qianjin fur today, his black hair is like a waterfall, half of his head is rolled up with black silk, and the moist white hairpin is inserted obliquely.

He was already pretty, and he usually looks old-fashioned when he wears a black hairpin, but at this moment he seems to have a new look, with a demeanor like a young man.

Xiao Gui paused for a long time.It was so long that Wen Wujue felt unnatural, and coughed lightly.

He sighed helplessly in his heart, because this ancestor, with such a coquettish hairpin, he felt awkward all over his body.

Xiao Gui curled his lips, got off the horse, pinned the silver-grey long gun behind his back, his gaze fell on him, and he smiled meanly.

"Father Xiang, you look much younger with this hairpin."

Wen Wujue: "..."

Am I very old?

Xiao Gui suddenly stretched out his arms around his waist, grabbed his cold hands, lowered his head close to his ear, "Father Xiang, wait for me to come back."

Warm breath sprayed against his neck, Wen Wujue felt very strange, his brows twitched.

He withdrew his hand calmly and said: "I wish the emperor a triumphant return."

Before Wen Wujue could withdraw his hand, Xiao Gui grabbed it again and squeezed it hard.