The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

As an emperor, there must be no shortage of beauties around him.It's not that Yin Wuzhi has never heard of the maid climbing on the bed, but this is the first time he has seen it for real.

The one who climbed the bed was none other than King Xiang who had just been beaten a few days ago.

The cold wind howled, and the two of them walked out of the porch where Jiang Wu always loved to lie down.

King Xiang stepped forward with a gloomy expression, and suddenly heard him say: "Go to the front hall."

It is already very embarrassing to be caught climbing a bed, and King Xiang didn't want to be more embarrassing, he felt depressed, "It's right here."

He took another step, but was caught by Yin Wuzhi: "Your Majesty ordered the palace people not to touch the snow in the backyard. You and I should not destroy it here, so as not to spoil his mood."

The snow here is indeed thicker than other places, and at the same time it is much more natural. It looks like no one has ever set foot in it. King Xiang raised his eyebrows: "You think His Majesty is raising snow."

It sounds outrageous, Yin Wuzhi replied: "Exactly."

"So what." King Xiang shook off his hand and stepped in, "Don't say that brother is not as childish and absurd as you said, even if he really wanted to, he definitely wouldn't refuse Let me touch."

Yin Wuzhi looked at his feet, his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

Jiang Rui stared at him and said: "You don't know how close I am to my brother, and you don't even know that he loves me. When I ate and lived with my brother, you were still playing with mud in southern Xinjiang. "

Yin Wuzhi said coldly: "Come out and go to the front hall."

"Is it elder brother raising the snow, or are you raising the snow?" King Xiang raised his foot, and the snow was kicked away, and he noticed that Yin Wuzhi's face became more ugly, and he kicked more vigorously, full of provocation: "I feel distressed? Why, I’ve read too many story books, and still want to raise a snow child? Huh? Huh? Raising snow is ridiculous, how old are you and still raising snow? If you’re mentally ill, go to the university as soon as possible..."

A sudden fist hit him in the face.

The small yard was a mess in the snow.

Jiang Wu nestled on the reclining chair, and heard Qi Hanmiao helplessly say: "Last night, the prince and King Xiang had a fight here for some reason, and as a result, both of them are so old that they still look like children. It actually happened to Empress Dowager Wen... This servant remembers that His Majesty ordered that no one should touch the snow in the courtyard, so he hasn't touched it yet. Look, Your Majesty, do you want someone to clean it up now?"

Jiang Wu listened quietly and watched quietly, with a calm expression as if he didn't care at all.

Since the first snow fell, the snow in this yard has not been swept, so it has fallen intermittently in a thicker layer than elsewhere.

Jiang Wu likes the edge of the snow on the porch very much, watching it melt in the sun, another layer falls at night, and it becomes cute and round again when he wakes up early.

Jiang Wu was indeed raising snow.

He likes the unpolished natural beauty after the snow falls.But there are too many people in the palace, it is impossible for everyone not to walk, so it must be cleaned to the sides.

He didn't like the road that was swept out. The broom was stained with mud and water, and the snow piled up on both sides of the road was dyed in lines, making it look dirty.

But humans need to sweep that way out.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Qi Hanmiao said, "Do you want me to find someone to clean it?"

"Yeah." It was already like this, so I had no choice but to sweep it away.His small yard, as if two dogs had bitten each other in it, was trampled and tumbled, making a mess.

It's just that no one cares about this except him, a wandering soul.

Soon people came to the Tai Chi Hall, and a group of eunuchs and maids took brooms and wooden barrels and began to shovel the snow in the courtyard.

The shovel rubbed against the stone, making a harsh sound, and part of the soil was scooped up together and thrown into the bucket, turning the white snow into an ugly one.

"Wait!" A panting voice sounded, Jiang Wu still maintained the posture just now and ignored it.

"Several of you, go and bring in the snow outside, as long as it is snow."

Jiang Wu closed his eyes lazily, gradually becoming a little confused.

He didn't understand why he was dragged into being a human being, there was nothing to be happy about, and there was nothing worth keeping.

"Be gentle, loose snow, sprinkle it from the inside..." Yin Wuzhi said, "Why are you so stupid. I will do it myself."

Qi Hanmiao called Jiang Wu a few times, seeing that he was motionless, and seemed to be wandering again, so he went over to persuade Yin Wuzhi: "Your Highness, what are you doing, the snow will fall again."

Yin Wuzhi looked back at Jiang Wu and said, "He's not happy."

Qi Hanmiao also glanced at the emperor, and said with a smile: "Your Highness is worrying too much, His Majesty has always been like this."

"No." Yin Wuzhi said: "He was just unhappy before, but now he is unhappy."

...what's the difference.

Qi Hanmiao didn't understand, but he was definitely right to follow Shizi, anyway, he wasn't the one who made a mistake and was punished.

The young man's fingers were white, and his knuckles were like pruning bamboo, curled up and opened, and loose snow foam fell from between his fingers, spreading evenly on the ground layer by layer.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up." Jiang Wu happened to see this scene when Qi Hanmiao called out and regained his composure lazily.

It was already dark, and Yin Wuzhi led a group of maids to artificially descend for half a day, and finally let there be more natural traces in the courtyard.

But because the shoveled snow is not as delicate as Tiangong, there are still many uneven bumps at first glance.

Yin Wuzhi was repairing the edge under the eaves.

But the eaves above blocked it, and Xueluo came in obliquely, so it was not easy to repair.

"Yin Wuzhi."

"Wait a moment."

"come over."

"Wait."

"come over."

Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to throw away the small silver bucket filled with snow in his hand, turned around and walked towards him.

"what are you doing?"

"Do nothing."

Jiang Wu looked at him.

On a very cold day, his head was sweating, his hands were flushed from the cold, and there were signs of a fight on his face.

Qi Hanmiao sighed inwardly, it really was a thankless effort, the Son of Heaven had never seen anything, how could he care about this little snow, His Royal Highness is really young, and his ideas are too immature.

"Go get the medicine."

Qi Hanmiao said: "Yes."

He first obediently went to hold the medicine, and then he came back to his senses and asked: "Your Majesty, this medicine is..."

Before he finished speaking, he understood, opened the lid and brought it to Jiang Wu's hand.

Jiang Wu was still looking at Yin Wuzhi: "Take my hand and rub the medicine on you."

Yin Wuzhi: "?"

Qi Hanmiao immediately said: "My son, what are you still doing in a daze, please thank you."

"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty." Yin Wuzhi came to his senses and took his hand subconsciously.

After touching the snow for too long, his hands were icy cold, just as Jiang Wu's hand was picked up, he said, "Hand stove."

The eunuch hurriedly handed it over, and Jiang Wu said to Yin Wuzhi, "Take it here."

Yin Wuzhi twitched the corner of his mouth, then squeezed it back reservedly. He took the stove and heard Jiang Wu say, "Give it to me."

"..." After all, it was a wrong payment again, and Yin Wuzhi stuffed the warm hand stove into his hand.

Jiang Wu held it quietly, and then said: "Here is the hand stove."

Qi Hanmiao understood: "Your Highness, thank you quickly, Your Majesty wants to hand over the stove to you."

Yin Wuzhi: "."

Reluctantly, he took the stove from Jiang Wu's hand again, held it in his hand, and couldn't help laughing: "Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En."

Jiang Wu's eyes didn't move away from his face.

Yin Wuzhi must have been a ghost in his previous life, otherwise he would not understand what a ghost is thinking.

...I really want to kill him.

If Yin Wuzhi is also a wandering soul, they should... No, Yin Wuzhi is different from him, he should go to the next life.

Jiang Wu thought slowly, thinking slowly.He likes to be a ghost, but Yin Wuzhi may not like it, there are not many like him in this world.

Let him live well, history needs him.

Yin Wuzhi coughed lightly, and his thick black eyelashes flickered: "Your Majesty, why do you keep looking at me?"

"think."

"...Thank you, Your Majesty." It seemed that if he didn't say anything, Qi Hanmiao would say, 'Thank you, Your Majesty misses you'.

He squatted beside Jiang Wu, silently clutching the stove, looking for something to talk about: "Although the yard doesn't look very nice now, when it snows again, it will be the same as before when it is covered with a layer."

"Hmm." Jiang Wu asked, "Hands are getting hot."

Yin Wuzhi circulated his inner breath, quickly warmed his hands, and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to try?"

"Ah."

Yin Wuzhi raised his hand and lightly pressed on the back of his hand.

Behind the screen, Chen Ziyan watched the scene silently, before turning around and leaving for a long time.

Yin Wuzhi's hand finally became hot, and Jiang Wu asked him to pick up his hand again.

"That's it." Yin Wuzhi reminded: "I'm going to dip His Majesty's hand in medicine."

"Okay." Anyway, Yin Wuzhi will wash him later.

"Actually, I can't see it." Yin Wuzhi picked up his medicine-dipped hand and put it next to his face, and said, "Please help me look at it, Your Majesty."

Qi Hanmiao turned around, walked over in two steps, and said to him, "Your Highness, look in the mirror."

You are smart.Yin Wuzhi took Jiang Wu's finger and took the medicine himself angrily. The latter said, "Why did Yin Aiqing fight with King Xiang?"

"There is no fight, just a discussion."

"Which of the two of you is seriously injured."

"Almost." In fact, he didn't have to hang the lottery at first, but he was too impulsive yesterday, so he caught off guard and killed King Xiang. If he didn't get hurt at all, it would be hard to explain to the Queen Mother.After all, he did not forget to emphasize: "He can't beat me."

Jiang Wu said: "You are amazing."

Yin Wuzhiquan regarded him as a compliment, put down Jiang Wu's hand, wiped his fingertips, and said, "Is Your Majesty hungry?"

Jiang Wu didn't have much interest in eating, and he basically didn't eat if he didn't eat: "I'm not hungry."

Yin Wuzhi was bored for a while, then said in a low voice, "I'm a little hungry."

Fortunately, Qi Hanmiao is not only smart when he shouldn't be smart, but also smart when he should be smart: "Your slave will pass on the food."

When the food was served, Yin Wuzhi sat beside Jiang Wu and looked at the custard in front of him.

Jiang Wu is very affectionate, he likes to eat egg custard.

"Your Majesty." He thought of something and tentatively asked, "Can I make a condition?"

"it is good."

Yin Wuzhi picked up a slice of meat with chopsticks and put it on the plate, saying: "Please eat this, Your Majesty."

Jiang Wu: "No."

"Try it, I want to feed His Majesty." Yin Wuzhi approached him: "Just one bite, okay?"

Jiang Wu was expressionless.

Qi Hanmiao waited with bated breath.

"Just one sip...I assure you, let me feed His Majesty a mouthful, huh?"

Also coquettish.

Jiang Wu glanced at the artificial snow outside, then at the 'monster' in front of him, and slowly frowned, as if he was mentally preparing.

Yin Wuzhi put another point to his mouth: "It's not difficult at all, open your mouth, ah..."

Jiang Wu simply closed his eyes and opened his mouth mechanically.

then……

"Don't swallow." After Yin Wuzhi said, he realized that his tone was too cold, and lowered his voice again: "What I mean is, please move your precious teeth, Your Majesty, chew for a while before swallowing."

"...Chew it a bit." It took a lot of effort to feed it, if it gets stuck in the throat again, today's energy will be in vain.

Yin Wuzhi pushed away the chair and knelt down: "Your Majesty, eat well, okay?"

Qi Hanmiao also knelt down pleadingly, with him taking the lead, the servants serving beside him followed suit.

Sangpi held the piece of meat in his mouth and remained silent for a long, long time.

Only then did he finally show mercy and move his precious teeth.

They looked at the Son of Heaven devoutly. Although the mourning batch was chewed slowly, they were indeed very serious, and their attitude was commendable.

Wait, why did he stop!

Everyone took a deep breath, and found that he drooped his eyelashes for a while, and then continued.

... Huh, it turned out that I was tired, everyone put their hearts in their stomachs.

Qi Hanmiao was moved to shake off his tears, and said with a sob: "Your Highness, I dare to ask where your ancestral grave is built?"

Yin Wuzhi: "In Yingou, Sansheng Mountain."

"The slave has a chance and must go to pay a visit."

"..." Although there seems to be something wrong, but it seems to be regarded as the glory of the ancestors.