Linque

Ling Ye squeezed his palms, and wrote casually: "Go out and kneel, two..." He couldn't help pausing again when he reached the point of his mouth, and finally changed his words: "I'll talk back after I think it through."

Chu Heng felt sad, but he knew what His Majesty said was right.He couldn't help raising his eyes slightly, and saw His Majesty's stern face, looking beyond the imperial case and looking out of the window, the corner of his eyes was also fixed on the window lattice.Feeling lost in his heart, he bowed his head and bowed, then walked out of the hall.

The cold wind outside the window was bitter, the sky was gloomy, and the thick clouds covered the sky and covered the sun, and there was no light in the sky, which was a sign that it was about to snow.

"Come back!" Ling Ye frowned and called Chu Heng to stop, but he didn't look at him, only looked at the thick carpet in front of the imperial case, and said with a sullen face, "Kneel here."

Chu Heng was slightly stunned for a moment, not knowing why His Majesty suddenly changed his mind, just walked back as he said, and knelt before the imperial case.

Time flowed quietly in the hall, Ling Ye finally couldn't help looking at Chu Heng who was kneeling with his head bowed through the imperial case, his stern brows softened unknowingly.

Facing this person in front of him, he could never be ruthless, and after being sullen, he was helpless and reluctant.

How did it become like this?

Ling Ye always asked himself later, he knew that he shouldn't be like this as an emperor, but the growing feelings in his heart could always easily shake his bottom line.

On September [-]rd, Ling Ye met Chu Heng for the first time.

As the emperor of Dayin Kyushu, Ling Ye has seen all kinds of princes and beauties.When I read poetry when I was young, I always thought that "the son should only see paintings" was just an exaggeration of the poet.It wasn't until he accidentally glanced under the stone steps that he knew for the first time that "he must not be a man in the dust" was originally written according to the occasion, pen and ink.

But the most amazing thing is just a glance, and it disappears in an instant. Beauty is beauty, but people have no spirit.I don't know if it's an illusion, but the man's face is not at all bright when he is clearly the most energetic age, as if he is immersed in a gloomy cloud.

until he came to the end of the corridor.

Ling Ye stood at the foot of the stone steps, watching the sky light fall on his cheeks, his eyes were dotted with warm light, from dark to bright, and the stars made light.

Their gazes intertwined in mid-air, and his eyes were particularly focused on people, with Ling Ye's shadow reflected in his black pupils.And those eyes that fell into Ling Ye's eyes were probably——

A flood of autumn water, the galaxy pales.

The autumn wind passed through the corridor with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, everything came suddenly, but it was so late.

Ling Ye's heart was burning slightly, but he still didn't understand why.Later, when I went back to ask Qu Pavilion, I accidentally flipped through the "Book of Songs", and my heart throbbed.He chewed on the eight words "encounter and encounter, it suits my wish", and he felt absurd after reading it only once.

Maybe there was a moment of heartbeat, but it was just a moment of surprise, fleeting, how could it be "suitable for my wish"?

So he put down the book and laughed it off.

When people eat whole grains, they will have seven emotions and six desires, and the emperor is no exception.The heartbeat in the world often does not know why, but the most fearful thing is not to forget it.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus was very light that day, but it had a particularly long aftertaste, lingering in my heart like gossamer flocks, lingering for a long time.

As far back as a certain afternoon, when I glanced over the book of poems again, those eyes with pale stars would still appear in my mind, and my heart would still throb like a dragonfly on water.

These feelings have not faded with the passage of time, but are extraordinarily lively and enthusiastic, and they will pop out from the bottom of his heart inadvertently, affecting his thoughts.

Ling Ye finally realized belatedly that the heartbeat that day might not have been a momentary surprise that floated on the surface.Maybe it can't be regarded as liking rashly, but at least this person named "Chu Heng" is a bit special.

Especially for the first time in 22 years, Ling Ye wanted to get to know and get close to a person out of his own selfishness, not the need of being an emperor, wanted him to come to him, and wanted to see him a few more times if he had nothing to do.

So on the fifteenth day, Ling Ye went to the Hall of Martial Arts an hour earlier.

It was an accident that Chu Heng came to the imperial court, but not all accidents.

Ling Ye had the idea of ​​transferring Chu Heng to the imperial court, but he still needed to find a way to create a suitable opportunity.He didn't want to do it rashly, he was the emperor, but because of this, he needed more restraint.

The eighth year of Xuanxi was the second year he had truly held the power of the emperor, and he was not yet strong enough to do whatever he wanted.This kind of specialness may not be able to control him as an emperor, but it will bring danger to Chu Heng and make Chu Heng a target of public criticism.

Regardless of whether it will eventually evolve into a true liking, he doesn't want to cause people to suffer innocent disasters because of his rashness, so everything needs to be restrained and patient, and he needs to be quiet.

On the day of sword practice on October [-]th, Ling Ye went to the Hall of Martial Arts an hour earlier. He just wanted to stay there for a while and didn't plan to do anything.

But when Chu Heng mistook him in plain military uniform for the imperial guards, and said that disrespectful words, Ling Ye realized that he had not had time to design the opportunity, so unexpectedly came it's -

He looked at Chu Heng who was kneeling beside him, and in front of everyone in the Hall of Martial Arts, he said the phrase "Stand Twenty" without hesitation—he knew that Li Shan had sent a letter to Xie Chu, and it seemed that For the sake of the Eastern Capital's master, Xie Chu will definitely intercede for Chu Heng.These twenty sticks not only failed to strike, but also transferred Chu Heng to the front of the imperial court without making a fuss.

Sure enough, everyone in the Hall of Martial Arts thought he was angry, and they couldn't refute Xie Chu in public, so they simply took Chu Heng under their noses, grabbed his braids, and waited to "dispose of them together" in the future , double the punishment.

Sympathy and pity prevailed, and in a short period of time, few people paid attention to whether Chu Heng was qualified to enter the Hall of Respect and Sincerity, and how he got there.After a long time, it became a habit, and Chu Heng gradually gained a foothold in front of the imperial court, and he cared less.

But after all, the qualifications are not enough, Chu Heng is an exception when he comes to the imperial court, he must be eye-catching in a short period of time, and he is easy to be calculated by others.

Ling Ye asked him to be the imperial servant Mo, and kept him by his side to protect him. At the same time, he personally mentioned him, and secretly let people pass some rumors about how he trained Chu Heng, so as to dispel some people's jealousy and injustice.

But no matter how the rumors spread, the person involved knew the truth, so when Chu Heng said the phrase "I want to vent my anger on the minister", Ling Ye was really angry. lung.No one has ever worked on him, others don't know, but doesn't Chu Heng himself know?

If you really want to vent your anger on him, he should not kneel in the temple now, but be rode outside, disrespectful and bullying the emperor, if you can't beat yourself to calm down, you are not allowed to stop.

In the past, I was too much, but in the future, I still need to restrain myself, talk about more rules, and less indulgence.

Ling Ye didn't have the heart to read the brochure anymore, and walked down from behind the court case, bypassing Chu Heng, without even looking at him, and just stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

Chu Heng knelt with his back facing Ling Ye, his head bowed, and the time passed quietly for a quarter of an hour. Finally, he couldn't help turning around halfway, and raised his head to look at His Majesty's back.

When I shifted my gaze, I noticed that the sky outside was very overcast, compared with the inside of the palace with the brightly lit palace lanterns, it was almost pitch black, like a dusk night.The north wind is blowing violently, and it seems that there are still fine pieces of snow mixed with it, making it very chilly.

There are two worlds inside and outside the hall, the smoke cage not far away is slowly emitting warm smoke, and the cold wind and cold air are all blocked outside.He looked at the fireplace beside him and the blanket under his knees, feeling blessed to his heart, and suddenly understood why His Majesty suddenly changed his mind and asked him to kneel before the royal case——

Probably because it will be cold outside.

Chu Heng looked at the back of the bright yellow dragon robe in front of the window. There was a distance of twenty steps from here to the window.On weekdays, the imperial guard is on duty, and there are three steps between him and His Majesty.Whether these twenty steps can be shortened back to the past, he has no confidence in his heart.

Chu Heng clenched his palms, looked at the back and hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice with trembling eyelashes: "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."

Ling Ye turned around when he heard the words, walked up to Chu Heng, looked down at him with a cold face, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The tone of the words was flat, and Chu Heng knew that His Majesty was still angry when he heard the sound, and he didn't dare to raise his head. He opened his mouth and whispered: "I shouldn't have lost my temper with Your Majesty..."

"You are self-conscious." Ling Ye looked at him coldly, wanting to reprimand him a few words to make him remember, but when the words came to his lips, seeing him bowed his head deeply, not daring to look at himself, he looked like he was waiting to be scolded Obediently, he didn't want to say any more, he just said in a cold voice, "Get up."

Hearing this, Chu Heng raised his eyes and secretly glanced at His Majesty. Unexpectedly, this glance happened to meet His Majesty's cold gaze, so he quickly lowered his head and knelt on the ground without getting up.

While clutching his palms and hesitating, Chu Heng stretched out his hand and gently pulled the corner of Ling Ye's clothes, begging in a low voice: "Your Majesty calm down, don't be angry, I made a mistake, I dare not..."

Ling Ye looked down at him and didn't express his opinion.Chu Heng tugged at the corner of His Majesty's clothes. Seeing that there was no response for a long time, he quickly let go of his fingertips and continued to kneel down with his head down.

After half a cup of tea, Ling Ye finally sighed, stretched his brows, and said softly, "Get up."

Only then did Chu Heng stand up from the ground, and stood silently with downcast eyes.

Ling Ye glanced at him, didn't say anything, walked back to the imperial case, and began to read the notebook.

Chu Heng stood on the spot and hesitated for a while, walked to His Majesty's side, looked at his condensed expression, and said in a low voice: "I will grind ink for Your Majesty."

Ling Ye gave a faint "hmm".

Chu Heng's knuckles were slender, and his light-white fingertips rested on the cinnabar ink ingot. At first glance, it looked like red plums reflecting snow.He folded up half of his sleeves, revealing a white wrist, which against the bright red cinnabar and the fire cloud patterns on the cuffs, looked even more white as jade.

Such white and slender hands look good no matter they are holding a sword, a brush, or an ink ingot for grinding ink.It looks good with anything.

Ling Ye stared at it from the corner of his eye, and suddenly remembered the joke that Su Lang said yesterday, his heart moved, he calmly took a piece of brocade ink, and threw it in front of Chu Heng: "Grind this."

Chu Heng didn't know the origin of this ink, but he was a little puzzled and said: "But isn't your majesty the cinnabar ink that you always use when approving memorials?"

Ling Ye coughed lightly, threw down the booklet, glanced at Chu Heng, and said calmly, "I'm not in the mood."

Knowing that he was wrong, Chu Heng quickly picked up the ink ingot, held it between his fingers, and slowly turned his wrist.He lowered his head with a focused expression, his long eyelashes drooped tremblingly, forming a shadow under his eyes.He didn't notice Ling Ye's gaze, he stared at the inkstone very seriously, every movement of his hands was like a painting.

Ling Ye looked sideways, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

Su Lang is right, this ink is indeed very fragrant.