Linque

Every Saturday, Chu Heng takes a rest.

Coincidentally, he entered the Hall of Martial Heroes in September, and after passing the assessment of etiquette and literature, since mid-October when he officially took office, he has actually arranged a monthly routine rest.

It's just that on October [-]th, he was ordered to enter the Imperial Palace by His Majesty's decree, and in the next few days he felt that his memorials were very unfamiliar. On the [-]th, it happened to coincide with the Imperial Palace's political discussion, so he continued to stay in the Jingcheng Hall.

After one delay and two delays, it was not until the sixth day of the winter month that Chu Heng went out of the palace to rest for the first time.

The day before leaving the palace, on the evening of the fifth day of the lunar new year, Chu Heng got off duty and had just walked to the Martial Ying Hall, when he suddenly remembered that when he came back from the Jingcheng Hall, he hadn't mentioned to His Majesty that he would not be able to come to the imperial court tomorrow after taking a rest.

He hesitated for a moment, recalling the unexpected hug and pleasant chuckle in the warm pavilion today, he decided to turn around and go back to speak to His Majesty.

The Hall of Martial Heroes is located on the west side of the palace city, and it takes about two quarters of an hour to walk from here to the Hall of Jingcheng.

At that time, in the Hall of Jingcheng, the emperor was not the only one in front of the emperor. Not long after Chu Heng left, someone came to face the saint.

It was already sunset, and the arrival of this person surprised the guards on duty in the outer hall—not because he came late to meet the saint, but because of the person himself.

Ling Ye was sitting in the study sipping tea, and when he heard the announcement from the palace man that Su Lang would welcome him, his face also showed surprise, and he ordered him immediately.

Su Lang came in to pay his respects, Ling Ye called out repeatedly, raised his eyes to signal him to sit down, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you will be back in the middle of the month, why are you here so soon?"

Su Lang got up and sat down on the other side, poured himself a cup of tea very familiarly, and said with a smile: "Didn't you hear that something new happened in the imperial capital recently, so you hurried back."

Ling Ye glanced at him, knowingly asked, "What's new?"

Su Lang's Qingjun's eyes curved, and he said meaningfully: "Your Majesty has chosen an imperial servant, isn't it new enough? Which family in Kyushu doesn't know about it."

Ling Ye was silent, looking down at the floating tea leaves in the white jade cup, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the light, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and he couldn't even hear any emotion in his voice. After a long while, he said calmly : "Because Chu Heng is very special."

"Indeed." Su Lang nodded, deliberately ignoring the abnormal pause and silence before His Majesty said this, and said: "His background and circumstances are very special."

Ling Ye was noncommittal, turned his gaze to Su Lang's brocade box on the table, pointed to it and asked, "What's here?"

"When I returned to Yinghai this time, I had time to go to Jindu. I was lucky. I received a few pieces of top-notch brocade ink, and the paper was full of fragrance. It was different from the ink next to it. I thought it was good, so I gave it to you." Your Majesty has brought them here." Su Lang stretched out his hand to open the box, and there were square ink cartridges neatly packed inside, engraved with intricate and gorgeous brocade patterns, which couldn't be more delicate.

Ling Ye suddenly became interested: "Try."

Holding the brocade box, Su Lang got up and followed the emperor towards the desk on the opposite side.

When Chu Heng came over, before entering the hall, through the half-opened window in the corridor, he immediately saw a person standing beside His Majesty whom he had never seen before. It's Miansheng, but this person is not wearing a formal official uniform. Instead, he is wearing a new and ingenious brocade dress, and the person who catches the eye is the elegant appearance of Mr. Pianpian.

He stood side by side with His Majesty behind the desk, with an ink ingot in his hand, and he was grinding the ink.The two were chatting and laughing, their expressions were full of bright joy, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.His majesty had a pleasant face, and he was talking to that person with his head tilted, his eyes were full of smiles, it was joy from the bottom of his heart.

During the time when Chu Heng was in front of the imperial court, no matter whether it was civil or military officials or the emperor's personal guards, Chu Heng had been present when they met the saint, but he had never seen His Majesty have such intimacy with anyone, so familiar that even in the palace With the windows open, they could stand side by side in front of the palace guards, so that the emperor, who was not expressing his emotions or anger, could write his happiness directly on his face without any hesitation.

One can tell at a glance that the person in the palace is different from others in His Majesty's heart.

He didn't know what he said, His Majesty's eyes turned sideways, as if he was angry.Chu Heng saw it clearly, even though he was complaining, the smile on the corners of His Majesty's brows and lips remained undiminished, so there was no way he was really angry.

The man was unfazed, and seemed to retaliate, causing His Majesty to raise his hand and make a gesture to hit him.

He withdrew to the side, and didn't pay attention to his hands. The ink stained on the ink ingot scattered in all directions with his movements, and one or two spots directly splashed on His Majesty's clothes, which happened to be on the golden thread dragon pattern Two groups of black stains were left behind—it was the brand new uniform that Chu Heng changed into for His Majesty in the Nuan Pavilion today.

Chu Heng's gaze froze on the blotch of ink, and suddenly a little anger of unknown origin arose in his heart.

The two people in the hall are still in harmony.Even though the dragon robe was dirty, His Majesty still didn't get angry, just wiped it with a silk handkerchief a couple of times, and seeing that the ink stains were getting deeper, he just stretched out his hand and pointed to the culprit.

The man smiled apologetically, seemingly casually said a few words of apology, and walked back to His Majesty's side to continue grinding the ink.

For some reason, the scene of the relationship between the monarch and his ministers suddenly became particularly dazzling. Chu Heng half-forced himself to look away, and stood under the verandah with lowered eyebrows and eyes.

Only when he saw it with his own eyes today, did he know that there is really someone who can have such unique and intimate treatment in front of the austere and dignified Emperor Dayin.

The emperor's favor is nothing more than that.

Probably seeing him standing in front of the window under the porch and not moving forward, the guard in front of the palace who was guarding the outside room came up and asked with his eyes.

Chu Heng regained his senses and forced a smile, glanced sideways into the hall, then turned and walked outside the hall.

Perhaps the sun after the rain is particularly attached to the sky, Chu Heng strode out of the palace door, saw the sunset on the horizon spare no effort to cast the remaining brilliance, the fiery red glow dyed the sky, raised his eyes and looked over, straight It makes people's eyes sore.

The guard in front of the palace came out with Chu Heng just now, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you have something to meet the saint, why didn't you wait?"

Chu Heng shook his head, and said: "It's not an urgent matter, it's the same if you come back another day."

"Alright." The guard nodded, and said casually: "I guess we have to chat for a while, Su Lang left the imperial capital for more than a month, and he just came back from Yinghai today, and he must have a lot to say with His Majesty, maybe His Majesty will wait for you." I will stay for a meal later.”

Chu Heng's heart moved, and he repeated: "Su Lang?"

The guard slapped his head: "Oh yes, you may not have known him since you came to the imperial capital not long ago, Su Lang is the second son of Su Que, Duke Ying of the Son of Heaven."

He stretched out his hand to compare his thumbs, clicked his tongue and said: "Speaking of which, he and you are regarded as colleagues, and they are also in the Hall of Martial Heroes. But this one is different from others. He and His Majesty have been friends since childhood. We have learned martial arts under Mr. Gu together, so we have the feeling that our teachers are from the same sect."

The guard couldn't help sighing: "Su Lang is a man who can show off everything from his family, personality, appearance, and ability. He is the second son of Yinghai and the Su family, and the first-class minister in front of the emperor. His Majesty is the most It’s close and trustworthy.”

He touched Chu Heng's shoulder, lowered his voice and said, "Did you see the scene inside just now, that's called 'near'."

Chu Heng absently nodded in agreement, said goodbye to the guards in front of the palace with a smile, and strode towards the palace gate.

The setting sun in the sky was about to fall, stretching Chu Heng's shadow infinitely, and smearing it on the ground, like an inconspicuous scribble of ink between the palaces and palaces.

The road from Jingcheng Palace to the palace gate is very long, it only rained last night, and the cold wind in the evening blows from the end of the palace road, and the whole body is soaked in the winter chill.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore, but the ink stain on the golden thread dragon pattern couldn't be lingered no matter what, and it was like a shadow in his heart.

The dazzling scene in the inner hall just now uncontrollably resurfaced in his mind over and over again, the unprovoked anger was blown by the oncoming cool wind, and gradually turned into an even more inexplicable sourness, a heavy mass pressed against him. heart.

Chu Heng suddenly laughed at himself.

Su Lang studied ink, His Majesty stood aside and watched with great interest, talking and laughing.

When he grinds ink, he can't do it too slowly, or too thick or too thin, no matter what.

When he returned to the imperial court for the first time, His Majesty once said a word: "I hit you, no matter how painful it is, you have to bear it, and you can't hide if you can't bear it."

Thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king, he admits.

But it wasn't until today that I realized that it was impossible to hide, but it was impossible to hide without affection.

So he can't, but Su Lang can.

Not only can you hide, even if you dirty the dragon robe on His Majesty, it doesn't matter.

Chu Heng clenched his palms tightly, tried his best to restrain himself from thinking about it, and quickened his pace towards the palace gate.

In the Hall of Jingcheng, the ink ingot in Su Lang's hand was only ground a little, and he threw it down, wiped his hands and said to the emperor: "Forget it, I don't want to grind it anymore, I will save it for the imperial servant Mo to come over to add fragrance to His Majesty's red sleeves." Bar."

Ling Ye scolded with a smile when he heard the words: "I see that your skin is itchy."

Unfazed, Su Lang threw down the brocade handkerchief and spread his hands: "This brocade branch ink will indeed have a fragrance after being grinded, and the cuffs of the emperor's personal guard uniform are red with fire cloud patterns. Isn't this just the fragrance of the red sleeves?"

Ling Ye said: "You are good at crooked ways."

Su Lang smiled: "I'll take my leave first, and I won't be entering the palace tomorrow. On the way back to Beijing, I met an ancestor and agreed to accompany him to play in the imperial capital for two days. When he pays his respects, I will go with him again." Come with him."

Ling Ye glanced at him: "You dared to ask for leave right after you came back, and you are so presumptuous when you go back to Yinghai. Come over on the eighth day of the lunar new year, so what are you going to do in the palace now?"

Su Lang was half teasing: "Come to see Mo Fangrong, the Imperial Attendant, since we didn't see him, let it be, this trip is to ask His Majesty for leave."

"roll."

Su Lang hurriedly walked out of the palace gate.

The last ray of the setting sun in the sky faded away and completely sunk into the horizon, Chu Heng finally walked out of the palace gate.

The more I restrain myself from thinking too much, the more uncomfortable I feel. When the anger passes, it becomes dull and sour, and the emotions become more and more serious.

After finishing his anger, the dazzling monarch and his subjects started to annoy himself again.

He didn't figure it out himself, what kind of anger was he getting angry at?What's the point?It's my love since I was a child, as it should be.

If you get close, you get close, so what does it have to do with him?

Anyway, the days in front of the imperial court are just a fleeting moment.These hands holding the sword had already destined him not to stay in the imperial capital for a long time in the future, in the final analysis it was just two or three years.When Chu Xin gets married and Chu Yan gets married, what else will he miss in the capital?

He doesn't belong here at all, and he shouldn't even step into the gate of the imperial capital.

He doesn't need such things as love now, and he won't need them in the future.

Perhaps it was because he stayed in the palace for a long time, until he left the palace gate for a long time, the majestic shadow of the nine palaces still grew in his heart like a root, and when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, he saw the Palace of Jingcheng.

The anger that was finally suppressed in his heart began to surge wantonly again, Chu Heng was so irritable that he wanted to hit someone, and he didn't have the heart to deal with the people and things in Zhong Pinghou's mansion, so he simply turned around and stepped on the wall in two steps , flew towards the dew garden.

His figure melted into the darkening night in an instant, but he didn't notice that a dull-faced figure came out from the corner of the long street he had just stepped on, and looked thoughtfully at the direction where Chu Heng disappeared.

Dew Garden is a garden that Lishan built in the imperial capital, except for the disciples of Lishan who came to the imperial capital from Yiye Gucheng to come and live here, there are few other people coming here on weekdays.This is also the center of the dark lines of all the forces of Lishan in the imperial capital. When he arrived in Luyuan, Chu Heng would be able to lose a lot of scruples in Beijing.

Chu Heng looked unhappy. As soon as he entered the garden gate, he met Qi Feng, the owner of Luyuan. He was one of the first elders of Lishan Mountain, and he had been handling various matters in the imperial capital for these years.Chu Heng stopped, nodded to him and saluted him: "Uncle Qi."

Qi Feng saw his gloomy eyebrows, his heart moved, and he only smiled kindly on his face: "Xiao Chu is here, why don't you take a rest tomorrow?"

Chu Heng nodded, and said briefly: "Well, uncle, I will go in first."

Qi Feng watched Chu Heng's back go away, and his smile gradually sank into his eyes.He raised his hand to beckon the boy who came to see the door, and ordered in a deep voice: "Close the door immediately. Pass on my order, and double the number of manpower will be on the dew garden tonight. The imperial capital is dark and windy at night, so pay more attention. "

The servant took the lead.

As night fell, after dinner, Qi Feng avoided the sight of the people in the garden and walked towards Chu Heng's residence.

The sound of the door opening and closing resounded in the silent room, Chu Heng was thinking about something, and Zhi Yi sat in the soft chair under the window with his eyes downcast.

He raised his eyes and saw Qi Feng coming in, raised his head and called "Uncle Master", as a greeting.

At this moment, Qi Feng turned around and raised his hand to Chu Heng to salute, and said in a respectful tone: "Dong Jun."

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When the sweetness is over, let it be sour.

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