The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Time flies, since that "sleep attendant" I only saw Feixue, and the flowers bloomed again in a blink of an eye.

On a spring tour, pink peaches and white apricots laugh at the branches, and Miss Scholar conveys gentleness.Different from ordinary people, the royal relatives naturally don't have to occupy a place in the mountains, the Han family members have their own playground - Jinghu.

"The scenery of Jinghu Lake is really good." After Luo Shaogong shook his head and recited a sentence, he began to scratch his ears and cheeks, his face flushed from holding back and he couldn't think of the next sentence, so he could only look at the crowd for help.

"New swallows peck mud, dew and wet grass", Qi Yuanshan said calmly, shaking his folding fan lightly. He was dressed in a moon-white robe, showing a detached posture.

"The mountains in the distance are so good at writing," the prince praised with a smile, "everything is alive and well. It's better for everyone to write a poem about this beautiful scenery, so as to live up to the spring scenery of Jinghu Lake."

"How difficult is this?" Luo Shaogong patted his chest:

"The scenery of Mirror Lake is really nice.

The new swallow pecks the wet grass with mud and dew.

Everyone write a poem,

The wonderful people in the distant mountains are even better. "

Everyone smiled knowingly after hearing this, Qi Yuanshan waved his hands repeatedly to praise him, the prince laughed and said: "Why should Yuanshan be modest. Shaogong's poem is a little plain, but the words are not wrong."

Wan Zixiao couldn't help sneering, fiddled with the little flower in her palm, curled her lips: "Thousands of wears, thousands of wears, flattering but not wears."

Han Jing turned around, flicked away the petals that fell on Wan Zixiao's shoulders, lifted his chin with one hand, looked at his face that was slowly turning red to the ears, and said with a smile: "This is dissatisfying again! Why don't you do the same?" One, so I can come and flatter me too."

Wan Zixiao dodged in panic, but she slipped and fell backwards. Han Jing grabbed his waist and pulled him into his arms with a strong pull. , you have some new ideas."

Pushing away the suffocating embrace, straightening her clothes, Wan Zixiao cupped her hands to the crowd: "Since the Fourth Highness wants me to help you all, I will make a fool of myself:

"Chun Niang is beautiful and loves flowers,

The moon palace is cold and thick with a smile.

The lakeside is full of flowers,

Why do immortals live here? "

"What is Manhua Lake!" Luo Shaogong deliberately raised his head, glanced at Wan Zixiao with the corner of his eyes, and shouted at the young masters who were traveling with him: "We are talking about the beautiful scenery of Jinghu Lake!"

Han Jing reached out and plucked a peach blossom, put it under his nose and sniffed it vigorously, leaned his head closer to Wan Zixiao and smiled lightly: "This idiot thinks it's not a flower if it's not fragrant!"

Wan Zixiao has always been very disgusted with this kind of outing between the princes and grandsons. If it wasn't for Han Jing's face, he would not want to go out of his way to watch their ugly faces.Seeing the displeasure on Wan Zixiao's face, Han Jing immediately clapped his hands and praised: "Sure enough, it's a good poem. Right now, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. The lake is indeed full of flowers when the petals enter the lake. It should be appropriate to the situation."

As soon as this remark came out, those who had always been close to the fourth prince immediately responded: "'Chun Niang' and 'Chang'e' have a fantasy color, and the beauty of Jinghu Lake really has a new level."

It's no secret that Prince Han Tong doesn't want to see Wan Zixiao very much. The specific reason is hard to say, maybe it's because of the conflict between him and Qi Yuanshan, maybe it's because of Wan Jin's strictness towards being the crown prince when he was alive, or maybe it's because he doesn't like Wan Zixiao. Xiao's character, in short, His Royal Highness has reached the point where even if he hears a good word from Wan Zixiao, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

Han Qi frowned, took a sip of the tea, and said slowly: "It's good, but the color is too rich, it's not as fresh and natural as 'Xinyan Pecking Mud, Dew and Wet Grass'. What do you think of the fourth brother?"

"Brother is very right." On the one hand, Han Jing was unwilling to openly challenge the crown prince, but on the other hand, he was indeed partial to Qi Yuanshan: "Yuanshan's poems are as elegant and refined as the person, so how can they be compared with ordinary people." After saying that, he walked over , sitting on the same stone table, leaving Wan Zixiao alone under the peach tree.

Talking about major events in the world and anecdotes about Jianghu, Han Jing and the other three were so excited today, until the eunuch reminded him for the fifth time: "It's getting late, Your Highness, Fourth Highness, please go back to the palace and rest!" They just remembered the curfew in the palace.

When the crown prince left the table first, Han Jing smiled and closed the folding fan, only to realize that the time was rushing. It was a warm afternoon when we arrived, and now the sun was westward, and the afterglow of the sun reflected a bewitching red light on the mirror lake. The three words "Manhua Lake" suddenly popped into Han Jing's mind, how could "Mirror Lake" rival the vivid beauty of "Manhua Lake".

The young man under the peach tree stood with arms folded, looking at the sunset, his cheeks reflected a peach color in the afterglow, and his eyes were filled with a strange light.Han Jing stood up involuntarily, and he suddenly remembered that Wan Zixiao was only 15 years old, and his youthful vigor should be his youthful appearance, not the pale face with his lower lip clenched tightly. "The color is as bright as spring flowers and peaches and plums." Han Jing sighed secretly: "Although it is different from Xiaoshan's refined temperament, it is also touching enough."

Han Jing walked quickly to Wan Zixiao's side, took his hand, threw the shattered peach blossom on the ground, and said with a smile: "What do you keep holding it for? It's all lost, so don't force it. If you really like it, ask your servants to pick some good ones and take them back."

"So what if you pick the best ones?" Wan Zixiao raised his eyebrows, and said with a bit of mockery: "How long does the Fourth Highness think the flowers that leave the tree can last?"

"Zi Xiao, even if the Wan family is gone, you still have me! Don't keep saying such sad things in the future." Han Jing smiled gently, took Wan Zixiao's hand and walked towards the carriage.

Although Jinghu Lake is a royal garden, it is still some distance away from the imperial palace. Fortunately, the official roads are well-built, so even if you ride fast, you won't feel too much bumps in the car.

"Why aren't you happy?" After working hard all day, Han Jing didn't show any signs of fatigue. He clenched his hands that hadn't let go since he got in the car, and turned his face with a smile: "I like that poem very much."

Wan Zixiao leaned on the seat, closed her eyes and dozed off, and after a long moment of boredom, said in a cold voice: "However, how could His Highness really like the gaudy poems made by vulgar people?"

Han Jing shifted his gaze from Wan Zixiao's side face to his fingers intertwined, and pulled the person towards him: "Why don't you like it? The Wan family has talented people, and if Master Wan knows something about it, he will definitely be gratified .”

"What are you gratified about?" Wan Zixiao opened her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were full of sarcasm: "'Congratulated', my Wan family has 'talented talents'?"

"Father is confused!" Han Jing's face was no longer relaxed, and the corners of his always smiling mouth did not have the slightest curvature: "What my Dayan wants to be prosperous for a long time is a capable minister like Master Wan who is brave enough to speak up and speak out." , not Taoist priests burning incense on the temple platform! Although the Empress Dowager doesn’t like me, she is the real backbone of the country in my heart.”

When grandfather was mentioned again, Wan Zixiao was confused and didn't know how to answer.

Han Jing was turning around, staring straight ahead, with a low tone: "After chatting for an afternoon, the prince only cares about strange powers and gods. He is more familiar with the gods of Daluo in the sky than the states and counties of the whole country! The life and death of the people, the suffering of the people Take it all as a joke, I don't know what will happen to my Dayan if the crown prince ascends the throne in the future!"

Wan Zixiao frowned, quietly waiting for Han Jing's next words.

Han Jing was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled, pressed on Wan Zixiao's body suddenly, and whispered in his ear: "If I succeed in the future, I will definitely change the name of Jinghu Lake to Manhua Lake."

Surprised, Wan Zixiao pushed away the person on her body with all her strength, and raised her head to meet a pair of ink-dotted eyes. Under the calm surface was a monstrous ambition, with so many foreshadowings, the sentence that was ready to come out was the key point!He wants this world!He wants this world!

Wan Zixiao was a little worried that she had misheard or misinterpreted Han Jing's meaning, so she trembled at the end of her question: "Do you want... want... this world?!"

Han Jing smiled lightly, and said in a casual tone, it was indeed a shocking decision: "Yes! I want this world! Even if I can't be one emperor through the ages, I'm definitely stronger than the two Taoist priests Han Tong and Father Emperor." hundred times!"

Wan Zixiao didn't answer, letting all kinds of thoughts roll in her heart.The carriage was still moving forward, and the sound of grunting wheels echoed in the depressed carriage.

Emperor Xuanzheng was incompetent, and Han Tong was obsessed with ghosts and gods. He thought of thousands of reasons, but in the end it was nothing more than selfishness.Wan Zixiao squeezed Han Jing's palm back, and said solemnly: "Your Highness, Wan Zixiao is willing to swear allegiance to the death."

Han Jing's smile deepened, and he reached out to hug him: "I know, I already knew."

"You know?" Wan Zixiao didn't push him away this time, allowing Han Jing to ask suspiciously, "How do you know that I will help you instead of reporting on you."

"I know, you like me," Han Jing answered irrelevantly, with an unusually gentle voice: "I know, Zixiao."

Wan Zixiao's ears turned red, she lowered her head and buried her face in Han Jing's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "So you know, so you already knew."

The carriage was still running on the way back to the palace. A decision that was enough to overthrow the world was formed in this small carriage, and it gradually took root in the hearts of the two of them.Han Jing and Wan Zixiao were tightly tied together, and both were prosperous and the other was damaged.