I heard Mr. Ye is a good dragon?

Ye Heng was not a hypocritical person, since the emperor spoke to him openly, he had a clean heart and had nothing to shy away from, so he got out of bed and put on his shoes.

"There is water for washing and washing. Wipe your face first." The emperor pointed to the washbasin, and by the way, he flicked his fingers at the embroidered quilt that was used as a curtain on the bed, so that the quilt fell safely on the bed. His palace is close, and the layout of all the rooms cannot hide people, fortunately Bailong can think of a way to cover it with a quilt.

After quickly washing up, Ye Heng walked up to the emperor in a regular manner, and thanked him first: "Thank you very much."

Immediately afterwards, he began to explain: "I understand now. If you hadn't described the mission like that at the beginning, I'm afraid I would have been scared out of my wits, and I have nothing to look forward to. And what you said, although I still can't It's entirely up to it to reduce the degree of sadness in my heart, but I have fully understood your good intentions."

The emperor turned around and sat down, the corners of his gorgeous clothes curled up in a circular arc: "This little thing is nothing to worry about, sit down, and it will be delivered sooner."

Ye Heng glanced at the moment, and corrected it casually: "It's noon. Blame me, it's cold." After speaking, he leaned over slightly and whispered, "Won't the maids and eunuchs here think I'm too crazy?"

The corners of the emperor's lips raised slightly, and he shook his head lightly: "Who dares to say that a person who is favored by the imperial court is arrogant?"

Ye Heng blushed, waved his hands and said, "It's too nasty for you to say that, I dare not answer your words."

The emperor smiled knowingly: "Are you doing it for Bailong? Don't be afraid, we don't have any serious problems. But if you don't like it, it's okay if I don't mention it."

"It's good that you don't have too many festivals." Ye Heng breathed a sigh of relief, as if letting go of the burden in his heart, "You are a good emperor, whether it is the governance of the Northwest, or the maintenance of the peace of the capital for a long time, you are behind it I don't know why Jiang Xun doesn't like you, but I won't forget what you did because of this, and of course, I won't blame him either."

The sentence "I will not blame him" has already drawn a barrier between them.

The emperor obviously understood, and shook his head slowly with a smile.

After a while, he stopped his movements and asked Ye Heng: "I'm playing the flute, do you want to listen?"

This is to make him understand the relationship between the two bosom friends. Ye Heng understood, nodded and said: "Okay, I have become a mortal, and I haven't heard your flute yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pan flute appeared in the emperor's hand.

"Wow, did you make up your mind a long time ago that you want me to listen to you play?" Ye Heng stared at his flute and said half-jokingly, "I thought the emperor's flute was made of high-quality jade. Well, I didn't expect it to look very ordinary."

The emperor replied very solemnly this time: "It is difficult to make a flute with good sound from mortal jade."

"oh, I see."

Ye Heng responded, while raising his eyes to look at the emperor's posture, he thought that he really understood the flute and was good at playing it, from this point of view, his past listening to him playing the flute was probably true.

As soon as the first sound of the flute came out, Ye Heng quickly sat upright and listened attentively.

It is a thick and long sound, which can teach people to be peaceful when they are in the ears. The tune is like looking up at the moon amidst the waves of pines.

The white brocade is fragrant without traces, and the snow of Yushu and Qiongpa is piled up.

The quiet night is heavy, floating light and misty, cold and melting into the moon.

In the sky on earth, the rotten silver glow shines through.

It looks like a Gushe real person, with a graceful appearance and a noble spirit.

For some reason, the poems and essays that once passed before my eyes and never remembered in my heart, now pass my eyes like flowing clouds.Ye Heng slowly closed his eyes, and depicted many wonders in the fresh and refined sound of the flute.

However, the emotion contained in this spectacle is not "whoever believes in all kinds of changes, and does not rank with the others", but only a faint melancholy of compassion.As the only bright moon in the dark night, he has no aloofness, but only "blue sea, blue sky, and heart every night".

That is the only slight wave in the quiet deep sea, which is regrettable.

Completion.

Ye Heng opened his eyes and asked the emperor in thought, "Is it loneliness?"

"As expected of you."

As if it was just playing other people's thoughts, the emperor put away the flute unhurriedly, without showing a single bit of emotion.Seeing his appearance, Ye Heng couldn't let go of it: "Aren't there any gods who can accompany you in the Nine Heavens?"

The emperor glanced at him: "Immortals can't just find someone to have fun with."

Hearing the word Huanhao, Ye Heng suddenly remembered what happened last night, and said with a guilty conscience: "Ah... But as an emperor, there are so many people around you every day, I thought you wouldn't be lonely .”

"Hey and prosperous in the world, it's all for profit. It doesn't matter if there are many or few people, and it doesn't prevent anyone from being alone."

Seeing the emperor's calm expression, Ye Heng didn't seem to notice his guilty conscience, so he boldly continued: "Is there no one who sees it right?"

"Even if there is, so what? The imperial palace is not a good place to stay. If you like it, you have to send people away. You must know that the emperor is the least qualified to be emotional in this world." The emperor smiled meaninglessly, "Unless you want to be a fool."

There was no superfluous expression on his face, but after hearing the sound of his flute and seeing that smile again, Ye Heng felt all kinds of pity and helplessness, and even tried to say something to comfort him.

But the emperor stood up: "It's time for you to eat, I will stay soon."

"..."

Seeing that he was going to leave, Ye Heng felt a little lost, and even raised his hand involuntarily, making a posture of holding back, until the emperor stared at his hand, and then shrank back belatedly.

"Go away after you finish your meal, so as not to worry at home." The emperor rubbed his head and cheeks vigorously this time, "Tell them what cakes you like, and bring more home."

After the emperor finished speaking, he withdrew his hand, lifted the curtain and left.Ye Heng, who was almost boiled into a ball, looked at his back blankly. Before he could react, he saw a group of eunuchs rushing in and neatly placed dishes on the table.

Ye Heng actually planned to go home directly after dinner, but when the words came from the emperor, he didn't feel that it was a hit, but felt like he was being pushed away.However, he had to leave. The emperor is an emperor who manages everything every day. He has seen the white dragon, so he can no longer stay in the palace to disturb others.

After eating, he didn't feel embarrassed to ask for snacks, but when he got into the carriage, he found that a lot of food had been packed inside, and some paper bags were warm, obviously just out of the oven, which made the carriage smell of warm food .

After getting into the carriage and sitting down, Ye Heng couldn't help sighing, leaning against the wall of the compartment with the paper bag in his arms, and let the carriage slowly drive out of the palace gate.

He didn't know that on the city gate behind him, the emperor was wearing a lotus green cloak, watching his carriage leave.

This road is narrow and far away. If you look at it along the way, you can see the towers of the imperial city as far as you can see.

The car had already driven far away, the emperor raised his face slightly, but heard the people around him lower their voices: "Your Majesty!"

He lowered his eyes to see that there was a little red in the unremoved snow at the crenel.As soon as his face warmed up, a brocade handkerchief had already touched his nose.

He stretched out his hand to hold down the Jinpa, silently stopped the bleeding, and at the same time turned and went downstairs.

Eunuch Feng brushed away all the snow from the crenel, and followed him down. He flicked the duster behind him, stopped the accompanying guards and others, and then helped the emperor up, saying earnestly, "Why don't you explain clearly to Mr. Ye What about it? Bai Long said your wish was a deal, but it's obviously not like that!"

"It doesn't matter." The emperor whispered under the cover of the Jinpa, "At least he has done what I entrusted him to do, and he has paid a lot to Ye Heng."

"Did you pay less?" Eunuch Feng frowned, with heartache in his wrinkles, "You alone bear the responsibility for the rain, and you will have to suffer from illness for 15 years until you die of a sudden illness in your prime, but he But he still refuses to take a step closer to you, and most likely he will not choose an official career in the future, and enter the court as an official, isn't this the last time I see you? This old slave feels uncomfortable in his eyes!"

"There's nothing to be heartbroken about, and he doesn't remember the past. And I'm willing to go down to the mortal world, not just for him, but for the human world."

"Yes, you said that everyone is happy when the flood is exchanged for the suffering of the common people, and then they go to save people with porridge. But what about your joy?"

The emperor coughed and swallowed the foam in his mouth: "It is enough to build a peaceful and prosperous world in 15 years and raise a successful king. The sooner I die, the sooner I return to the Nine Heavens Jinfeng, this is not enough. Is it joy?"

Eunuch Feng sighed: "That's right, once Lishi Xianjun returns to the throne, the fate will be over automatically, and in the end it will be your friendship with him that lasts longer."

The emperor smiled bitterly, put the brocade handkerchief that wiped off the blood under his sleeve, stood up straight again, and strolled towards the emperor's father.

Before the emperor's father arrived at the bedroom, a nephew followed him halfway, saying that it was the national teacher who asked to see him.

The emperor glanced at Eunuch Feng, and the latter immediately stepped forward and said to the nephew, "Understood, let her go directly to the Nuan Pavilion and wait."

***

Ye Heng stopped the carriage at the door of Ye Mansion, and then asked someone to bring in a cart of pastries and roast ducks in a basket—since he was fine, he should tell his father what happened yesterday, so that his father would not worry.

However, he also changed the truth accordingly, only saying that the emperor got the letter from Northwest, which included the situation of Bailong, after he heard it, he bid farewell to the emperor and went home.

Ye Yiheng didn't speak after listening, just looked at him with squinted eyes, looking at him very uncomfortable: "Father, why are you looking at me with such eyes?"

Ye Yiheng was smoking a tobacco leaf, exhaling smoke from his nostrils: "My son, do you think this emperor is as good as Long Yang? I see that he treats you like this, and he seems to have taken a fancy to you."

Ye Heng got goosebumps all over his body when he saw him: "Don't talk nonsense dad, Your Majesty has no shortage of children, why did he fall in love with me? He rewarded me only because the timing of my stele was just right, and he was happy. Rewards, if you really like me, then you should directly send gold and silver to officials! Only then will I have legitimate reasons to enter the palace more often!"

"It doesn't matter if you have children. There are many guys in the flower house who can eat both men and women, and who can cope with floods and droughts." Ye Yiheng detested that he had never seen the world, "But you are right. In the future, you should avoid official careers and follow Let's learn business, Dad."

Ye Heng patted his chest: "Father scared me to death, I thought you wanted me to take advantage of this relationship to please His Majesty a lot."

"Fart! Is your father such a greedy person?"

"Aren't you? I don't know who in the past always asked me to have a good relationship with this one and that one. Even that Yin Jun who turned into a snake wouldn't let me have a quarrel with him!"

"Can it be the same, dad doesn't know what kind of ghost he is!" Ye Yiheng took a puff of cigarette, and the cloud was shrouded in fog when he spoke, "The harem is not a place to stay alone, don't say you are a kid, you are just a kid!" Girl, the emperor has taken a fancy to you, and father won't let you in easily!"