After Waking up Beside the Villain

The wooden bolts of the temple door slammed shut.

A carved vermilion lattice window was pushed open a narrow gap, and the damp and rainy air suppressed by thick clouds slowly blew in, dispelling the hot fragrance of love in the room.

The night seeps in through the shadows of the lights, cutting out blurred marks on the tables and chairs.

When the corner of the black robe passed by, he was caught off guard by a slender white hand.

The seat made an ear-piercing sound of moving, Chu Yunsheng propped up the window, turned his head and followed that hand to look at Lu Fenglou.

Lu Fenglou leaned against the table and chair, looked up at him, his eyes blurred: "Teacher..."

The faint aroma lingers in the nostrils.

Chu Yunsheng held the hand extended by Lu Fenglou, looked at the young man with a damp face, took out a thin brocade bag from his bosom, and said calmly: "Your Majesty just needs to be patient for a while. , after the injection is completed, the medicine will be relieved—”

With a snap, a raised hand knocked off Chu Yunsheng's needle bag.

Lu Fenglou gasped for breath, and stared at Chu Yunsheng, his peach blossom eyes shone with a layer of watery light: "Teacher... I don't want to hear this."

The dim candlelight smudged between the two of them.

Chu Yunsheng's indifferent and handsome face was coated with an illusion-like gentleness. As he moved closer, the clear frost and snow in his pupils cracked open, reflecting Lu Fenglou's crimson and sweaty face.

"Your Majesty's forehead hasn't healed yet. If you don't apply needles, it won't be relieved. It will naturally hurt." Chu Yunsheng's voice was low and cold.

Lu Fenglou closed his eyes.

Chu Yunsheng asked: "How about His Majesty's request for ministers?"

Lu Fenglou didn't answer.

He let out a small gasp, and tightened his grip on Chu Yunsheng's robe with his fingers, causing the cloth to rattle.

Chu Yunsheng grabbed that hand, squeezed his wrist and pinned it to the back of the chair.

A wide sleeve slid down from the wrist, revealing Lu Fenglou's forearm as white as jade.Protected by Yirong ointment, even after being ravaged by the military, it has never been rough and tanned.

Bai Shengsheng's arms were moist and beautiful, and his eyes hurt from the shaking.

Chu Yunsheng recognized the look in Lu Fenglou's eyes, a solemn and ascetic face was very close to Lu Fenglou's sweaty face.

He pressed the person in the chair, like a cold and heartless fairy captured the emotional Meihu, the strong contrast forced Lu Fenglou's whole body to become hotter and hotter.

The dragon robe was lying on the ground, and the wind beat against the window lattice.

Lu Fenglou's gaze focused on Chu Yunsheng's slightly pursed lips.

He blinked slightly, the tip of his bright red tongue was exposed a little, he moved closer, and slowly penetrated into the thin crack of his lips as if tentatively.

The sweet breath lingered over in an instant.

The long-lost softness relieved Chu Yunsheng's suppressed mind, opened his clenched teeth, and accepted the wet kissed lips.

Like a hint of melted sugar.

The sulky little boy's mouth was so sweet that it soaked this gentle kiss for a long time.

Lips and teeth were close together, and the corners of Lu Fenglou's eyes were slightly red: "Teacher, must I... take it off by myself?"

The hot and humid air blends together.

Chu Yunsheng said in a low voice: "How dare I, my minister."

Shoes and socks came off.

The white and slender feet stepped on the edge of the table, the back of the foot was arched tightly, and the pen holder on the edge of the table fell off with a clatter and rolled to the ground.

The heavy rain has arrived outside the window, the wind is bitter, the shadow of the flower shakes the swaying light of thunder and lightning, and a curtain of rain falls from the eaves, forming a large wet mark in front of the jade steps.

Chu Yunsheng threw away the dirty upholstery on the chair, and carried Lu Fenglou into the bed.

Lu Fenglou bit Chu Yunsheng's neck with such force that he almost tore a piece of flesh off.

"How much does Your Majesty hate your minister?" Chu Yunsheng took a slow breath and asked in a hoarse voice.

The sound of rain outside the hall became more urgent.

Lu Fenglou let go of Chu Yunsheng, his lips were stained with blood, and his peach blossom eyes were deep and dark in the rain: "Teacher, don't you think I should hate you?"

He pressed the tooth mark on the side of Chu Yunsheng's neck, and slowly smiled: "Since I can remember, I know you are my teacher and my father's good friend. Although you haven't taught me for a few days, I have I really regard you as my teacher. You have achieved everything in culture and martial arts, and later you have great power and power as a regent... They all said that the Great Jin Dynasty should die on the day the father died, and it was you who continued it. Take this dying life."

"You should always be my teacher."

Lightning flashed outside the window, and suddenly exploded into Lu Fenglou's eyes.

His voice suddenly dropped: "But I can't forget, when you were 14 years old, you sat on the dragon chair as a joke and looked at me."

"I have had nightmares for six whole years. I dreamed that my teacher pierced my heart with a sword and kicked that chair off."

Chu Yunsheng looked at those peach blossom eyes.

The ends of those eyes were still flushed softly, but the familiar face was showing a coldness.

Lu Fenglou leaned against him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Teacher, the rumors among the people are not wrong... You are indeed a wolf with ambition, a big rebellion, and the following crimes. In the future, if you don't ascend to the throne of God, you will deserve thousands of knives." If you are cut, you will be tortured."

Some limp and wet fingers slid down the side of Chu Yunsheng's slightly protruding neck, and pressed on the violently heaving chest.

"You have to kill me."

Lu Fenglou bent his fingers and tapped on Chu Yunsheng's heart.

"Your Majesty has lost his composure." Chu Yunsheng kissed the corner of Lu Fenglou's lips trembling slightly due to losing control of his emotions.

He guessed the boy's intentions, he followed the waistline, and slowly buckled the softened waist into his palm: "Your Majesty blames the negligence of his teaching, and I will teach His Majesty a lesson today."

"Love in the world is the winner and the loser."

The wind was suddenly bitter, and the showers continued.

The gate of the palace was broken open in the middle of the night, and he rushed to the closed gate of Zhaoyang Palace in eight hundred miles.

Wende knocked on the palace door anxiously, and shouted with all his strength amidst the violent rain: "My lord! My lord! It's urgent at the border! The Great Zhou sent troops to attack the Twelve Cities of the Northland!"

The door of the palace was slammed open, Chu Yunsheng stood inside the door wearing a robe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is the messenger?"

In the panic, Wende didn't have time to think about Chu Yunsheng's disheveled clothes and hair, so he hurriedly called someone over.The messenger was sent by the Prince Regent's Mansion, which means that this urgent battle report is not a fake, but true.

Da Zhou did not send troops in the morning and did not send troops in the evening, but it was just these two days, and it happened to be spread to the capital at this time.If Lu Fenglou was really poisoned when the regent came, and fell into a coma, and then there was an urgent battle report to call the regent away overnight to lead the army - then Chu Yunsheng didn't have to think about it, Then he knew that he could be accused of treason by turning around, and it was still the kind of hard evidence.

But if the aristocratic family only has these two tricks, it is not enough to make things happen.

"Take armor and prepare horse."

After passing the order, Chu Yunsheng returned to the hall, bypassed the screen, and came to the dragon bed.

Lu Fenglou lay down in the brocade quilt, his temples were still wet with sweat, and he closed his eyes drowsily, as if he was extremely tired.

Chu Yunsheng pressed down the corner of Lu Fenglou's quilt, picked up the clothes and dressed neatly, and took out a small token and put it beside Lu Fenglou's pillow.

In the dim light, he stared at Lu Fenglou's sleeping face for a moment, and laughed softly: "Your Majesty, take care, and I will leave."

The door of the temple opened and closed, and the wind and rain came and went.

The last palace lantern in Zhaoyang Hall was blown out by a gust of cool wind that leaked into the room.

In the darkness of the room, Lu Fenglou closed his eyes and turned over.

In the outskirts of Beijing, in a deep house compound, someone hurried through the corridor and entered the door.

The man standing by the window listening to the rain did not turn his head, and asked in a low voice, "How many are there?"

Someone in the shadow replied: "It became one. The hidden pile had selfishness, changed the medicine, and started a bit late. It was hit by Chu Yunsheng and killed on the spot. Fortunately, Mr. Mu was accurate. When Zhou Jun moved, the battle report Just in time."

The person by the window sighed: "The little emperor is hard-pressed. It's okay, let's just delay for two more days. These years, the soldiers and horses in the capital have been completely gathered by us. Chu Yunsheng left tonight in a hurry. The little emperor There is not a single soldier in the capital to use, so nothing to fear. When Prince Miao ascends the throne, the general situation will be considered settled. But no matter what, don’t make any mistakes with Chu Yunsheng again.”

"If he leaves, it's best if he can't get to the border, and the capital... can't come back."

That night.

The sound of the rain, the horseshoes coming out of Beijing, the undercurrent and the tide, the bloody decadence that had been hidden for many years by the flashy appearance, finally couldn't cover it anymore, and a corner pierced sharply.

It rained heavily in late spring for two full days and two nights.

The capital is humid everywhere, and moss grows on the corners of the walls.

Perhaps because of the rain, or other reasons, there were only a few pedestrians in the bustling streets and alleys of the past, but the number of soldiers wearing unfamiliar leather armor gradually increased.The common people seemed to have a premonition of something, and they all closed their doors, bowed their heads and acted cautiously.

Thick lead clouds accumulated over the capital of the Great Jin Dynasty, containing violent storms.

Due to the inconvenience of heavy rain, the early morning was suspended for two days.

Lu Fenglou didn't go anywhere else, just stayed at the Zhaoyang Hall to play chess, as if he didn't know the life and death at the frontier and the changes in Beijing.

On the third day, the rain stopped and the morning light did not rise.

In the early morning, Lu Fenglou stepped into the Tai Chi Hall as usual.

The atmosphere in the hall was strange and heavy, and there was a hint of storm coming.

The gazes of the ministers were cold and sharp, complicated and weird, nailed to Lu Fenglou's body like a sword piercing his chest, watching him walk up the jade steps.

Lu Fenglou turned a blind eye to this.

He sat on the dragon chair, glanced down, and found that nearly half of the civil and military officials were missing, so he said in a little surprise: "It has been raining for two days, why are there so many officials missing? But they are all caught in the wind and cold." ,sick?"

All the ministers under the ranks had a calm face, and no one paid any attention to him.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and a needle could be heard falling.

This weird silence oppresses Shen Ning.

Lu Fenglou pressed his forehead, looked at the courtiers below, and said with a smile: "Why, all the loves are dumb? Can't answer my words? It's outrageous that half of the ministers are missing in the early dynasty of a magnificent country."

Still no answer.

The crown swayed slightly, and the lazy and meaningless smile on Lu Fenglou's face slowly condensed.

His usual leaning back straightened up, as if he couldn't bear to deal with it anymore, he was about to get up and leave with his sleeves as he used to be willful.

But at this moment, Patriarch Sun, who rarely expressed his opinion in the hall, suddenly stepped out of the ranks of officials.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, there is no precedent in our court for opening Enke, and it is really improper. Please take back your order." Patriarch Sun's words were abrupt, and Lu Fenglou was startled when he heard Patriarch Sun, as if he didn't expect Patriarch Sun to mention this suddenly. thing.

Lu Fenglou glanced at Patriarch Sun: "The matter of Enke was decided by the teacher."

"Three days ago, the frontier was in an emergency, and the regent has gone to the border city to lead the troops. The capital is thousands of miles away from the border, and the journey is difficult and dangerous. I am afraid that the regent is too busy to take care of himself, and has no intention of taking care of the affairs of the capital." Patriarch Sun said meaningfully.

Lu Fenglou suppressed his smile: "Aiqing is so bold to speak nonsense."

Patriarch Sun didn't change his expression, he didn't even bother to put on the hypocritical attitude of a courtier in the past, he just raised his head slightly, and said very bluntly: "Your Majesty, apart from reporting this matter, the minister has to come today for a good one and a bad one. Two pieces of news to tell His Majesty."

Lu Fenglou said with a sullen face, "Tell me."

Patriarch Sun said: "One piece of bad news is that the mountain torrents broke out in Diezhou a few days ago, causing countless deaths and injuries. After the torrents, a stone tablet appeared in the world, and it was written that the emperor is not benevolent, and the dragon hides in the mountains." People's hearts, His Majesty's edict of guilt cannot be delayed any longer."

"The emperor is not benevolent."

Lu Fenglou chewed these four words carefully, and smiled instead of anger: "Master Sun is bold. It is a felony to punish the nine clans if you say such words!"

If Patriarch Sun didn't hear the chill in Lu Fenglou's tone, he continued: "This is bad news. The good news is that the Li family army in Diezhou searched the mountains near the stele according to the four characters behind the stele, and found it in the county below the mountain. The orphan of King An Jun. The only son of King An Jun died accidentally in the mountain torrents, leaving only his five-year-old son. The Li family army rushed all night and escorted the little son into Beijing."

He looked up at Lu Fenglou: "I don't know when your Majesty will be summoned?"

Lu Fenglou narrowed his eyes slightly: "What if I don't want to summon you?"

Patriarch Sun said nothing.

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from outside the Tai Chi Hall: "I'm afraid His Majesty will have to see you!"

The morning glow outside the gate of the hall was full of morning glow, and two figures entered the hall following the sound, one big and one small, but it was Patriarch Zhao leading a thin child wrapped in silk and satin.

As soon as Patriarch Zhao entered the hall, he looked up the jade steps and looked directly at Lu Fenglou, with sharp and compelling eyes, but with a smile on his face, he said: "Your Majesty, this is Lu Wenmiao, the grandson of Prince An."

Lu Fenglou's face turned cold: "Master Zhao is really bold."

Patriarch Zhao's smile did not change: "It's not as stupid as His Majesty."

Lu Fenglou stood up suddenly: "Presumptuous!"