Long Street Memories

15,

The little eunuch put the tea lightly where the emperor could touch it, and then stepped back respectfully.

It was extremely quiet in the palace, the little eunuch lowered his breathing, lest it would cause displeasure to the occupants.Normally, no matter how angry the emperor was when he read the memorial, he would never put an angry look on his face.But now, even the eunuch who has just served the Holy Majesty can see the gloomy look on the emperor's face.

"Changjun Chen." The emperor on the seat read softly, and then tore up the memorial in his hand expressionlessly.The eunuchs and maids who were serving were so frightened that they knelt down one after another.

"My lord, upon hearing the news from the palace, the emperor tore up the memorial that you gave me."

Hearing this, Chen Quyan kept the ink in his hand, "Then play it again. Once the emperor tears it up, he will play it again."

"But if you continue to confront the emperor like this, the young master will probably be detrimental to the young master."

"Uncle Fu." Chen Quyan finally put down his pen and turned to Uncle Fu, "This is the duty of a courtier. The emperor ignored Su Yanju's dereliction of duty, and instead promoted him to a noble, which is against the laws of Beiwu. I can't Let the emperor blatantly ignore the law among the ministers and the common people."

Uncle Fu was stunned, then bowed his head respectfully: "Your Majesty must be able to understand how loyal you are."

When the little eunuch saw the emperor getting angry again, it was in the early morning of the fourth day, and the officials knelt down on the ground, admonishing desperately, demanding that the emperor deal with Su Yanju according to law.The emperor glanced at the officials kneeling at his feet with a cold face, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Since all the loves are desperately admonishing, then I have no choice but to give up the loyalty of the love..."

When the little lady heard this, her thighs couldn't stop shaking.Although he didn't serve the emperor for long, the master told him clearly about the emperor's temper.When the emperor said this, it was not because of the persecution of his courtiers that he regressed.On the contrary, it is very possible to have a murderous intention.He suddenly remembered the appalling case many years ago, and his thighs trembled even more.

At this moment, one person suddenly stepped out regardless of what the emperor had not finished speaking.

"Your Majesty, please listen to your minister."

The smile on the emperor's lips did not fade away, but deepened instead: "It must be a very important matter for Chen Shilang to interrupt me so openly."

Chen Quyan did not shrink back because of this sentence, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "This matter is related to the Holy Majesty's private affairs, Rong Chen reported it to the Holy Majesty in private."

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and the emperor took a deep look at Chen Quyan.That talented, lofty and aloof literati stood in the hall, like a green pine that would never bend down.He met the sight of the king without any scruples. To him, this person who was above ten thousand people was just an ordinary person.

After the emperor and Chen Quyan left, the courtiers who had just knelt on the ground patted their chests in fear.One even slumped down on the ground in fright, "It's really scary, the officials thought they just returned to that court."

Mentioning that morning court, everyone gave that person a tacit look.The official also understood what he said, and immediately shut up.

The emperor sat on the throne, looked at Chen Quyan who was bowing, and said, "What kind of private matter should my beloved Qing talk to me in private?"

Chen Quyan took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to the emperor respectfully.

The inkpad on the letter hadn't been damaged, and the envelope was a little yellowed.

The emperor took it casually, and when he saw the handwriting on the envelope clearly, all his movements seemed to be frozen, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared.He raised his head and looked at Chen Quyan coldly, his eyes were like a ghost climbing up from hell: "Where did you get this letter from?"

"Ten years ago, there was turmoil in Wuzhou. My father was sent by the Holy Master to deliver food to Taifu Ye, and Taifu Ye handed it over to my father."

Familiar handwriting appeared one by one in front of his eyes, and the emperor seemed to be able to see how the person wrote the letter.It must be written down one by one with serious eyebrows and eyes, and occasionally put down the pen, looking at the painting he personally gave him on the wall beside him, smiled slightly, and then straightened up to pick up the pen.

"When Taifu Ye handed this letter to his father, he also said that although the Holy Majesty is a wise king, he would occasionally get angry and lose his temper. Follow His Majesty's side and ask Father to take care of His Majesty more. If His Majesty insists on not listening to Father's words, let His Majesty open this letter."

"This time there is a drought in Wuzhou, but the Holy Majesty does not care about it. It is the place where Taifu Ye has been guarding until his death. The Holy Majesty's deeds make the Taifu feel cold. The Taifu is fair and honest all his life. There is no real person who is practical when it comes to skirts and skirts. Your Majesty protects Su Yanju like this, the Taifu probably doesn't want to see it."

The person who accompanies him to practice calligraphy, teaches him strategies, and plans the country for him seems to emerge from this long-lost handwriting.The man's words before he left were still as clear as yesterday.

"I really want to see the prosperity of Beiwu in the Holy Majesty."

The emperor caressed Qing Juan's handwriting with gentle eyes.

Sir, what you ask, what you expect, I will do.

16,

Su Yangui was already used to dressing Ye Fan and binding his hair, the blue hair ran softly through his hands, like a carp swimming past his fingertips.He brought a bottle of white jade crown for Ye Fan, and Ye Fan looked at him in the mirror suspiciously.

Su Yangui rubbed Ye Fan's face, kissed Ye Fan's slightly flushed cheek, and said nonchalantly, "I want to take you to see someone."

During these days of being imprisoned by Su Yangui, kissing and hugging have become commonplace.Ye Fan thought, maybe this is also good.If he can't get out, he doesn't have to think about anything, anyone, as long as he stays by Su Yangui's side like this.

Su Yangui untied Ye Fan's chains, but put a pair of shackles on him again.One end is in his left hand, and the other end is in Su Yangui's right hand.

Ye Fan didn't resist, Su Yangui didn't feel safe, so he gave him a sense of security.

Ye Fan didn't expect that Su Yangui took him to the prison.Ye Fan still remembered that he was robbed by Su Yanju here. If he had never been here, he would never have to know the truth that he never wanted to know.

And when he saw the bloody Su Yanju, Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes.How could that noble young man who talked and laughed at Yanyan become a miserable prisoner!

Ye Fan turned his head to look at Su Yangui, but Su Yangui didn't look at him.He stared at Su Yanju, who had obviously passed out, with a cruel pleasure in his eyes.Su Yangui said with a brisk tone, "Ye Fan, I'm really happy, I've never been so happy."

Su Yangui had an extra dagger in his hand at some point, and the sharp cold light hurt Ye Fan's eyes.He looked at Ye Fan innocently like a child: "Ye Fan, I'll kill him, okay?" Su Yangui's hands on his lap were trembling, he looked down at his leg, and actually supported the armrest with one hand , staggering and trying to stand up.

Ye Fan hurriedly supported him, but Su Yangui shook off Ye Fan.Although Ye Fan took a few steps back, he didn't let go of Su Yangui.Su Yangui shook a few times, but still couldn't hold himself back and fell on the chair.He looked at his leg indifferently, and suddenly raised the dagger, stabbing hard into his leg.

"Young master!" Ye Fan couldn't help shouting, and hurriedly searched for medicine in his bosom.But since he was imprisoned by Su Yangui, he has nothing on him.He was so anxious that he covered the bleeding wound with his hands, and hurriedly shouted at Su Yangui: "Medicine! Young Master!"

Su Yangui ignored Ye Fan's words, he looked at Su Yanju, his eyes were dark: "It was not like this, it can walk, run, and ride a horse. But now, you are injured, but I can't carry you. Seeing you on someone else's back, I wanted to kill that person. But I can't, because I can't carry you."

"Ye Fan, kill him, okay. Without him, none of this would have happened." Su Yangui put the blood-stained dagger into Ye Fan's hand, and said with a slight smile, "Ye Fan, kill him."

Nothing will happen, the son does not have to sit in a wheelchair all day, do not have to hide from others all day, and do not have to accept the surprised eyes of others.As long as you kill him, nothing will happen.Ye Fan seemed to be bewitched, holding a dagger, approaching step by step.Su Yanju was lying on the ground and hadn't woken up yet.

"Ye Fan." Su Yangui called softly.

Ye Fan's hand holding the dagger was raised high, and then fell quickly.

"You really like him." Su Yangui said as he looked at the dagger that fell on the ground.Ye Fan lowered his head dejectedly, how could he do it, this is his savior.

"My 12 years can't compare to his January, Ye Fan, I'm so jealous." Su Yangui pulled Ye Fan suddenly, and the latter knelt down in front of him uncontrollably.Su Yangui pinched Ye Fan's chin with two fingers, forcing him to raise his head. Ye Fan clearly saw the thick darkness in Su Yangui's eyes.He suddenly laughed, his beautiful eyebrows were flying, and his demeanor was moving.

"Ye Fan, I really like you so much, I like you so much that no one else can stop in your eyes. But what should I do? He went in earlier than me. I worked hard for so long, but I still couldn't get him out. But I can only have you, and you can only have me." He touched Ye Fan's eyes and said softly.

The spring seemed to be in full bloom in front of his eyes, and Su Yangui, who could only sit in a wheelchair at that time, had faded away from the haze of the past.He gave Ye Fan a few branches of scorching peach blossoms, as if there was spring light flowing through the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Hey, you used to send me flowers, and today I will also send you flowers, so as to teach you to be happy."

He held Su Yangui's peach blossom, and he didn't know where to put it.

Su Yangui looked at him in a daze, and the curve of the corners of his lips gradually became larger.

"Ye Fan, I like you."

It was the most beautiful flower he had ever received in his life.

It was early spring again, and Ye Fan was fiddling with the paper kite in his hand. The writing on the paper kite was blurred, but he couldn't make it out after careful identification.

"You have been looking at me for a long time." A voice fell from the side, "You have never looked at me for so long."

Ye Fan raised his head and saw that the handsome young man was calm, showing no emotion.But he saw that the young man was displeased, so he put down the kite decisively, and explained: "I was just wondering if I let you go with the kite."

"It's just such a little thing, and I can think about it for so long." The young man rubbed Ye Fan's hair.

Ye Fan looked at some old paper kites on the ground, with a painfully dazed expression: "I just don't want to forget everything I've been with you."

The young man's hand stopped, he hugged Ye Fan.It doesn't matter, even if you forget it completely, it doesn't matter.

As long as Ye Fan completely belongs to Su Yangui, as long as he is here.

Brushing away the dusty old days, Ye Fan's most important wish at that time was written on the paper kite:

May the son be safe and well.

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The author has something to say: Sure enough, I still can’t write a long TAT and there are extra episodes