High energy eunuch

The first snowfall in the capital finally stopped on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, although it only lasted for half a day.

Jiang Song sat cross-legged in the courtyard to open the letter. He asked someone to build a stage on the lake, and he could see a small theater on the other side from afar.

On the green tiles, white snow piled up.

Tofu Xi Shi gently stirred the ginseng and chicken soup in the bowl, blowing it until it was just warm, and was about to put it in Jiang Song's hand, when Jiang Song raised his eyes and opened his mouth.

The woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes smiled reproachfully, and spooned up the soup to feed him.

"The young master has set off already?"

Jiang Song scratched her nose and said dotingly: "You're so smart, I don't love you for nothing."

"Is that adult also back?"

Jiang Song stood up, but didn't answer right away. His feet, as far as he could see, had already turned into ice. On the ice, several maidservants were playing and playing hand in hand, and one of them sat down on the ground.

Jiang Song stroked his white temples, sighed, turned to look at his woman, and asked, "You were really wronged when I asked you to take care of my son that year."

Years have been spent in the woman's gentle smile. She can't be called beautiful, but her fair complexion and unspeakable gentleness are unmatched by many women.At that time, Jiang Song saw her in the street market, and he fell in love with her at a glance. He thought that only a son who grew up in such a gentle embrace would have the courage to protect everything, because he had seen the fragility of softness before forging steel. perseverance.

Of course, he never told anyone about all this, and Jiang Qiuming would never know.

"I'm not wronged." Her eyes were watery, Jiang Song smiled at her and said, "Qiuming is old, my master is old."

Flicking Jiang Song's gray hair at the temples with her slender hands, she leaned down and kissed his forehead, "Master is thinking wildly again."

"Do you know how many people I killed when I was young?"

The woman calmed down, she always knew when to shut up.

"If..." Jiang Song hesitated for a moment, with some kind of expectation in his eyes, "I mean, if I leave the capital in the future and I become a commoner with only one-acre and three-thirds of land, will you still follow me?"

The hand rested on his forehead, soft, young, with a sweet fragrance on the skin.

"My lord is talking nonsense again, you are the minister of the big Chu's humerus."

Jiang Song turned his eyes away, looked at the thirteen and fourteen little girls on the ice, stood in front of the railing, sighed helplessly, and muttered unwillingly: "It wasn't originally..."

"Is he talking about those unrealistic things again?" Xue Yuanshu said coldly. In these years, many people were afraid of the moment when he squinted, because they often raised their hands and dropped them.He has a golden-backed broadsword called Soul Slash, and he has chopped down many adults who belong to different camps, including many cronies of the deposed prince.

"The marshal is old, and recently he has become more and more envious of the pastoral life, so he called the young master back."

Xue Yuanshu waved his hand impatiently. From where he was standing, he could see that there was an attic opposite. There was a snow-white parrot hanging on the window on the second floor. The man in blue was teasing it. He looked up and saw Xue Yuanshu.

The window was closed with a "bang", Xue Yuanshu's martial arts skills were high, and the sound of closing the window full of anger was correct.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and the corners of his eyes were relaxed, which made his expression less serious.

"You know what I want to hear." Xue Yuanshu turned around.

"That lord was tied into the car by the people sent by the marshal to monitor him, and he will return to the capital in a few days." Tofu Xi Shi replied with her head bowed respectfully.

"It's time to come back, too."

"I don't understand." She looked at Xue Yuanshu curiously, "Don't you want the emperor to see him again? Now that the emperor's thoughts are on the education of the princes, isn't it great?"

Xue Yuanshu turned his head to look at the closed window again, yes, since when did he faintly hope that Yuan Xinpei would come back, now the emperor has completed everything he should have completed, the country of Dachu has been well managed, The last rebellion occurred 12 years ago when the crown prince was dethroned.Soon Fu Rong was taken down. This time he was not so lucky. According to Xue Yuanshu's idea, the disloyal queen mother should be beheaded together, but Fu Qiu, who was seriously ill, went to the execution ground in person.

Later, the Queen Mother disappeared.

The emperor was also seriously ill for half a year.

At that time, Xue Yuanshu almost thought that the emperor, whom he had threatened with Yuan Xinpei's life for many years, finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to die on the dragon bed.He was burned like a fish that was left to struggle on the shore. The imperial edict for the establishment of the prince had been written, but Xue Yuanshu proposed that Fu Qiu should be released only after the prince was 15 years old.

He once thought that Fu Qiu was protesting his delay by being seriously ill.

The high fever made the emperor's young face appear dying of exhaustion, his lips were chapped and bleeding, his eyes were always blurred, and sometimes he would look in a certain direction and laugh when he woke up.He held Xue Yuanshu tightly with his skinny hand, so hard that he pinched Xue Yuanshu's wrist with blood.

He asked him: "I want to be honest, has he already...already..." Fu Qiu's eyes were slack, speaking was an extremely difficult thing for him, he bent down and coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, His face was flushed red, his body twisted to and fro, Xue Yuanshu knew that this was a person suffering from a burning pain, and no matter how much he rubbed against the quilt, he could never find a comfortable position in which to place himself.

Fu Qiu couldn't help panting, he said, "Is he still in this world?"

The eyes of the king of a country are full of prayers and extravagant hopes. Perhaps in his imagination, he is afraid that Yuan Xinpei is really dead, and also feels that he may have died from various signs. In the repeated self-denial, Fu Qiu is almost dead. Driven himself crazy.

As long as you tell him that the man is dead, no one needs to do anything, the seriously ill emperor will probably die, and then the youngest son will ascend the throne, naturally, Xue Yuanshu will be able to rule the world.

Xue Yuanshu smiled, he touched Fu Qiu's hot forehead, and said meticulously: "I said before that the prince will let the emperor see Yuan Xinpei in real life on the day when the crown prince reaches the fifteenth birthday. When did the minister lie to the emperor?"

Fu Qiu subconsciously wanted to refute, but the tension in his heart was broken, and he fainted suddenly.

After waking up again, Fu Qiu became more silent, more diligent and sharper than before, just like winter in the north.He is serious, and there is no softness or jokes on his face anymore. He reforms the administration of officials, investigates corruption, conducts annual assessments for officials, and he has to personally review every paper submitted.

Year after year, Fu Qiu became a real emperor.

On the day of the prince's fourteenth birthday, Fu Qiu took him into a forbidden area of ​​the palace for the first time, and Xue Yuanshu was also there.

The sun at dusk covered the ground like a layer of gold. The emperor held the prince's hand, and his tone was not gentle, but more of a majestic order: "I have selected five great families for you. The ladies in these families, you can make your own decisions." Choose. On the day of the wedding, it will be the time when I abdicate."

The young prince immediately knelt on the ground, saying that he did not dare, but his heart was filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Everything I own belongs to you." He helped his son up, looked past him, and looked straight at Xue Yuanshu, "My promise is about to be fulfilled, what does the Grand Tutor think is feasible?"

Xue Yuanshu cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is wise."

Fu Qiu turned around, walked to the bed, took off his boots and lay down on the bed in front of the two of them.His weary voice followed the movement of waving his hands: "I want to sleep here for a while, you all go out, don't bother me."

After walking out of the house, the prince wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and the trees in the courtyard grew lushly.

"Teacher, why did the emperor bring me here? Isn't this place forbidden?"

Xue Yuanshu clasped his hands together, and the towering tree above his head covered the lingering heat of the setting sun. He bowed his head sideways and said to the prince, "Only your Majesty himself often comes to this forbidden place. Bringing the prince here is naturally a declaration of trust. Your majesty loves the prince very much."

The prince regained his composure for a while, and nodded with a simple and honest smile: "I will definitely live up to my father's expectations."

Xue Yuanshu's thoughts had already drifted away, he knew that Fu Qiu brought them here was just a decision, a hint, to remind him, I haven't forgotten, I still remember for real.

In the end, Xue Yuanshu didn't answer, and sent his subordinates to go back to Jiang Song's side to watch his every move.

He sat down by the window, holding a hand stove in his sleeve, outside the window was snowing heavily, and soon covered the eaves.At this time, the servant came to report: "My lord, the emperor invites you to enter the palace."

Xue Yuanshu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.He called the housekeeper and took out the hand stove, "Didn't he get very close to Biyun recently?"

The housekeeper nodded embarrassingly, "This servant kicked Biyun out."

Xue Yuanshu waved his hand: "Give this to her, and let her find a way to get Wei Qingyun to accept it. If you do well, you will be rewarded. If you can't do it well, just let it go."

The butler nodded quickly.

The crown prince's birthday is in summer. There are five princes in this generation, and they were all born in the same year.When the first concubine was pregnant, Fu Qiu only wanted to get a son as soon as possible because he couldn't be sure it was a boy, so according to Xue Yuanshu's arrangement, the harem was covered with rain and dew.When the first son was born, Fu Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Only in his 30s, the emperor already had gray hair, heavy forehead lines, thin cheeks, and a slightly pale hand protruding from his wide sleeves.

"It just so happens that there is good wine, and I see that the red plums are blooming well, so I asked the Tai Tuo to come into the palace to enjoy the plums together."

Xue Yuanshu nodded with a smile: "The ones in the minister's mansion are also in bloom, but the ones planted by the minister are all white plums, which are not so gorgeous."

The emperor hummed, the banquet was set in the plum grove, and several princes were invited, all of them were young people, and they recited poems every minute.

"I have a bit of a headache, you can go on your own." Fu Qiu glanced at Xue Yuanshu, who came to help him knowingly, and they walked down the stone steps that had just been swept away from the snow.

"There are still six months." Sitting on the cold and wet bed, Fu Qiu had to build the brazier himself because the palace servants were not allowed to clean it. Dry the moisture on the bed.

Xue Yuanshu helped him take off his boots, "The emperor remembers it very clearly."

What should I say?He was counting the days almost every day. At first, he was scratching his heart and lungs, losing his temper, throwing things, and going on a hunger strike.This is the hateful part of Xue Yuanshu. The emperor cursed him thousands of times in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. As long as he thought that Dongzi was not dead, he would not dare to die.

Maybe people are easy to get used to and become numb. After a year, his children are born one after another. Family ties are a natural connection. Even if the emperor is the king of ninety-five years and a king known as the son of heaven, he cannot violate this point.Fu Qiu had to admit that his mind was divided by these limp meatballs, the government affairs were unprecedentedly busy, and he had to spend time with each of his sons every day.

The only good thing is that he doesn't have to go to the harem anymore, he dresses his concubines in the best clothes and eats them, and has occasional family dinners.But at night, he confined himself in this small courtyard.

"There's a bit of snow leaking over there. Get some mud bricks tomorrow, and I'll have to mend it for him."

Xue Yuanshu agreed.

Fu Qiu lay on the bed, took a few breaths, and the dragon robe was spread out on the couch.This small couch can't be compared with his dragon bed at all, it sleeps two people to death, and it's easy to roll down.

So they used to hug each other tightly, and Dongzi slept outside, and he was afraid that he would fall.

Fu Qiu couldn't help but groaned.

"Has he been doing well these years?" The emperor asked this question many times, but the Taifu never gave a proper answer once.

Perhaps Xue Yuanshu would tell him today that the pigeons had parked in this yard again, with the dry branches of winter jasmine in their beaks.

"Your Majesty will know soon."

One sentence was like a heavy hammer, causing Fu Qiu's eyes to blur slightly. He collected himself and stared at Xue Yuanshu: "When?"

Xue Yuanshu stood up, his figure was not as handsome as before, his shoulders were slightly bent, he was almost two rounds older than Fu Qiu, the word "humerus" is not in vain.Only today did Fu Qiu vaguely understand why the late emperor chose him to end Dongzi.

"Just this winter."

The carriage drove into the capital on a snowless evening. Jiang Qiuming poked his head into the car and asked flatteringly, "We're about to arrive. What would Master like to eat?"

Yuan Xinpei's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open them.

Hua Zhengfang's voice said from outside the car: "There are everything in the Marshal's Mansion, let's settle it down first, and then sit down, young master."

Jiang Qiuming had no choice but to enter the carriage and sit beside Yuan Xinpei.

The sound of the whip pierced the air, the carriage accelerated suddenly, Yuan Xinpei's wheelchair turned sideways, Jiang Qiuming hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold it, the wooden wheel clamped his hand, there was a burst of ouch, Hua Zhengfang outside asked what was going on.

"It's okay, it's okay, how far is it?"

"It's not far away, young master, sit still." There was another sound of the whip.

Jiang Qiuming straightened the wheelchair and fixed the wooden braces under the wheels. He looked up and saw Yuan Xinpei looking at him, smiling shyly, "Master!" His voice was so loud that even Hua Zhengfang could hear it.

"Master, don't worry, I sent a letter to Dad early in the morning, we can have a big meal tonight! Get a good night's sleep, and apprentice will take you around the capital tomorrow."

Yuan Xinpei's hands and feet were tied to the wheelchair. Even though Hua Zhengfang had paid close attention, there were still red marks.

He couldn't see Jiang Qiuming's regretful eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "Open the curtain, let me have a look."

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Xinpei asked Jiang Qiuming to move him to the window. Yuan Xinpei's vision was shaken and blurred by the high-speed carriage. At dusk, the vague red light enveloped the capital. He looked out the window greedily, everything was strange and strange familiar.He was a little dazed.

"Master, hey, master, please be careful, don't fall out." Jiang Qiuming didn't dare to relax for a moment and tightly grasped his shoulder.

"Over there, is that the bell tower?" Yuan Xinpei's voice trembled.

"Yes, my house is in the southwest, and it's almost there..."

"That's the north side." Yuan Xinpei whispered to himself, sitting in the palace facing north and south, just behind the bell tower, if he could climb up the bell tower and overlook the palace if he was as nimble as before.

Yuan Xinpei, who was tied to the wheelchair, suddenly twitched all over, scaring Jiang Qiuming out of his wits, but luckily he was near the Marshal's Mansion.Hua Zhengfang and the other two rushed to get Yuan Xinpei and his wheelchair out of the car.

Generalissimo Jiang Song, who had already been waiting at the gate of the mansion, rubbed his hands, lowered his head and patted Yuan Xinpei's face, his eyes darting back and forth on his paralyzed legs and scarred chin.

"Hey, what's going on? Who tied him up!" Jiang Song was furious.

Jiang Qiuming ran away with his head in his arms, "Didn't dad let you tie me up!"

"I'm exaggerating! Do you understand exaggeration?!"

Jiang Song kicked his son into the house, untied Yuan Xinpei himself, picked him up and walked into the house, muttering in a low voice: "Why is it so light, don't make me tired, what kind of crime will the emperor charge me for? I'm gone." He looked back at Hua Zhengfang, and roared bitterly: "Doctor, please, why are you standing still! You have been out for 15 years, and you have become a village girl! You are a good seed of the hidden guard! I forgot!"

Yuan Xinpei regained his composure for a while and began to struggle. Jiang Song's arms tightened, and he said helplessly, "My brother, I have old bones, please, please be safe! If you move again, I will send you to the dragon bed tonight!"

Yuan Xinpei seemed really taken aback, and couldn't help panting after being put down.

"Why did it become so pitiful." Jiang Song sighed, apparently Yuan Xinpei couldn't hear him because his voice was too soft. Who would have thought that this weak, disabled man with half his face ruined before him was once the sharp blade of the emperor.