Linque

Chu Heng slept until You hour, and when he woke up, the lights in the Nuan Pavilion had already been lit.

The head of the bed was still dark, and a floor-standing palace lantern by the window in the distance reflected the warm orange light through the gauze cover. His Majesty was sitting on the arhat couch by the window reading a book, half of his body melted under the light, and the candle glow was soft. The lines of his side face were highlighted, and the eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a thin layer of warm color.

Chu Heng lay on the bed without making a sound, turning his head to secretly look at the emperor not far away.

When he woke up and saw him for the first time, Chu Heng was actually a little surprised.

He originally thought that His Majesty should have gone back to the study. After all, there is really no decent desk in the warm pavilion, so he just sat on the couch with a low table, read a few books on it, and wrote a few words occasionally. After approving the rest of the pile in the morning, this short table is too "big talent" - in addition to the rest of the memorial, there are some who are nominated for the chief examiner of Enke next year. It's not enough to just write the word "Zhen'an".

However, the stack of papers on the couch and the vermilion pen on the nearby pen holder all showed that His Majesty had never left, and Ling Ye had been sitting here for as long as he slept.

A few traces of secret sweetness oozes from the bottom of Chu Heng's heart, and suddenly he remembered the dream just now.

I don't know if it was because his eyes were too focused, the emperor sitting on the couch seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look at the bedside.

"Are you awake?" Ling Ye put down the book in his hand, got up and walked over, asking, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Chu Heng didn't speak, just shook his head.The beauty in the dream was still in his eyes, he looked at the emperor walking in front of him, and felt guilty for a while.

Ling Ye didn't notice the unnatural dodge in Chu Heng's eyes. Seeing him shrinking into the quilt, he thought it was because he was greedy for the temperature of the bed and didn't want to get up. It’s not cold, can you ask someone to bring the smoked cage here? It’s time to get up, it’s almost two quarters, get up and drink a glass of water, and we’ll go to the apse later.”

The emperor said a lot, but Chu Heng didn't listen to a single word. His eyes fell on Ling Ye's open and closed lips. Just now in his dream, when he wantonly belittled this inch of rosy land, he didn't Let His Majesty say so many words, although later... the one who was frivolous became him.

Two red clouds floated on Chu Heng's cheeks, and he shrank back a little under the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes, staring at Ling Ye intently.

In Ling Ye's eyes, his appearance turned into unconscious coquetry. Ling Ye had nothing to do with him, so he pretended to be calm and said, "Get up, it's time for you to serve dinner."

Meals?

Chu Heng's ears were burning hot, the source of the charming scene in the dream was the serving meal.

"I served ink for His Majesty in the morning and served meals for His Majesty at noon. I did two jobs, but only got one salary. In this way, does Your Majesty owe you a fortune?" He said in his dream.

Obviously, if you get cheap, you can sell well.Speaking of "serving meals", from the beginning to the end, His Majesty never asked him to stand aside and serve dishes, and even asked him about his taste for eating pot at noon today.

But in the dream, His Majesty just laughed when he heard the words: "Then you want me to pay you a salary like the chef in the palace?"

"I don't want money." He shook his head.

later……

"Did you hear that?" The voice in his ear pulled Chu Heng's Piaoyuan thoughts back, he subconsciously responded, lifted the quilt and sat up.Chu Heng raised his eyes and took a peek at the emperor who was sitting by the bed, and couldn't help but think, what would happen if he really sold this good boy like in his dream?

"I don't want money," he said in the dream, "I serve His Majesty's meals every day, and Your Majesty will give himself to me, okay?"

No.

Chu Heng shook his head, the dream is his world, His Majesty will give him whatever he wants, and give him those charming and beautiful responses as he wished.

And jumping out of the dream, if he really dares to sell this good boy now, His Majesty will definitely throw him out, and then severely punish him—coveting the emperor is considered disrespectful.Moreover, he still owed twenty rods, and he was punished for both crimes. His Majesty might even directly execute him on the spot.

Chu Heng thought wildly, and the few traces of sweetness that seeped from the bottom of his heart were poured by cold water, and turned into bitterness floating on the tip of his heart, so bitter that he couldn't help shivering.

Seeing him like this, Ling Ye thought it was because the quilt was lifted too quickly, and suddenly felt uncomfortable, he stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt back to cover Chu Heng's body, and got up to get the robe hanging on the clothes hanger.

Zhu Geng, who was waiting outside, heard the commotion inside, and hurriedly led the maids in to serve him.After Chu Heng got dressed, the maid helped him wash his face with a folding basin. His hair was a little messy from sleeping, and the maid came forward with a wooden comb to recomb his hair.

Chu Heng sat down in front of the bronze mirror, and took off the headband that tied his hair. His black hair fell down, draped on his shoulders like a brocade, and a few strands hung from his temples to his chest, falling on the ivory On the white clothes, the black-haired snow clothes complement each other, reflecting a lingering luster under the warm light.

Ling Ye's breathing was slightly stagnant, and deep darkness appeared in his eyes. He took two steps forward, waved back the maid who combed his hair, took the wooden comb from her hand, and gently submerged it into Chu Heng's black hair.

"Your Majesty?" Chu Heng saw him coming from the bronze mirror, and turned his body slightly.

"En." Ling Ye responded, patted Chu Heng's shoulder from behind to signal him to sit down, and held a wooden comb to smooth his hair.

Chu Heng's hair is very long, black and thick, it almost hangs down to his waist when it falls down, and it takes some effort to comb it.

But the emperor didn't feel it.

Holding a red sandalwood comb, Ling Ye straightened Chu Heng's hair over and over again with a focused and serious expression.From the top of the hair to the tip of the hair, strands of black hair passed through the teeth of the comb, making a slight rustling sound, and fell into Ling Ye's open palm, holding it tightly into a bunch.

Chu Heng was sitting on the round stool, looking through the bronze mirror, his eyes followed His Majesty's hand, seeing his white knuckles looming in his hair, Chu Heng suddenly felt a little moved.He has seen these hands holding pens, books, and jade seals. At any time, the emperor's hands are firm and powerful; but now, holding a wooden comb that is very inappropriate for the emperor's status, these hands that are in line with his hair But it became extraordinarily gentle and soft.

The emperor's technique was very jerky, his hands were obviously not used to doing such things, but even so, the comb fell into Chu Heng's hair, and he never felt any pain - the emperor was very patient, because of the jerky, so he used it Strand by strand, he slowly straightened out his hair, and combed it three times before he began to tie his hair.

The palace lanterns reflected the focused faces of two people, and projected gentle silhouettes on the window paper. The palace people in the room stood silently, and no one spoke.Chu Heng unconsciously lost his mind in such a quiet place, perhaps because His Majesty who combed his hair at this moment was too gentle, he couldn’t help but have a little delusional thought in his heart—whether the person who combed his hair now also has A little bit, even a little bit like him?

Although it is more likely that His Majesty is extremely bored, and while waiting for the dinner to be prepared, he found something to do casually, so there was such a short-lived tenderness.

But even though he knew that the delusions were slim, Chu Heng still couldn't help being greedy, and even had more delusions, just like in a dream.

What finally interrupted his thoughts was Eunuch Gao's report: "Your Majesty, dinner has been prepared in the apse."

"En." The emperor responded, and continued to tie hair with Chu Heng.

The way he tied his hair was really not very good, he tried a few times before he tied his cloudy hair high, gathered it in his palm, and simply wrapped it around a few times with a hair tie, and tied it in a knot.There were a few strands of hair on both sides of the temples falling down on Chu Heng's forehead, and those strands were a bit shorter. Ling Ye really didn't have the ability to comb them. Fortunately, Chu Heng didn't mind, and didn't say that he combed them poorly, and even looked in the mirror. Slightly smiled.

It gets dark early in winter, when they came out of the Nuan Pavilion, it was already dusk outside, the cold wind blew swiftly from the palace road, and as soon as they stepped out of the Nuan Pavilion, they were greeted with the bitter night air.

Although the road to the apse is not very far, Ling Ye still let Chu Heng wear a thick cloak and gloves to wrap him tightly before letting him out. Chu Heng groaned at this. Along the way, Ling Ye ignored him.

The dinner is still served in the apse. After eating red soup and hot pot at noon, Chu Heng told Ling Ye that he wanted to eat a piece of roast duck in the evening. Now when he stepped into the apse, all he wanted was golden crispy skin and smooth meat. The roast duck was tender, but when he walked to the dining table, he was immediately stunned.

Not to mention the roasted duck with skin, there was no meat on the table, all boiled cabbage, pumpkin and yam, Chu Heng looked at Ling Ye blankly: "Your Majesty?"

Ling Ye walked to the dining table and sat down, served him a bowl of porridge mixed with medicinal herbs, and pushed it in front of him.

Chu Heng was not happy, looked at His Majesty intently, and hinted: "You are not joking."

Ling Ye slowly picked up a chopstick of yam and put it on Chu Heng's plate, without answering his words.

Seeing that he should not respond, Chu Heng whispered bluntly: "I want to eat meat."

"How dare the waiter make a request?" Ling Ye glanced at him, as if he wasn't the one who asked Chu Heng whether to eat red soup or clear soup at noon.

But the emperor is always justified, especially after Chu Heng took a sip of the medicinal porridge, the bitter taste filled his tongue, and it was so bad that he threw down the spoon. At this time, His Majesty's majesty must be fully displayed: " finish drinking."

Chu Heng didn't move.

"How did you turn over the ceremonies of the former court, how dare you refuse to drink the porridge I serve you?" Ling Ye said in a deep voice.

According to the rules, what His Majesty gives is a reward, and there is no room for rejection.Chu Heng picked up the spoon with a wrinkled face, and stirred it in the bowl for a while, but didn't move for a long time.Ling Ye glanced over, Chu Heng had no choice but to lower his head, and reluctantly filled his mouth.

Just because he didn't eat meat, drinking a medicinal porridge would be like killing him. I'm afraid he forgot the uncomfortable feeling in the afternoon. Ling Ye was so angry and funny, but it was impossible to really suppress him with the rules, so he had to stretch out his hand to himself. He also filled a bowl, "Drink with you, is this okay?"

Chu Heng quickly looked up at him, and didn't speak, but his ears turned red.

By the time this dinner was over, it was already two quarters of the clock.It was completely dark outside, and it was the time when the frost was falling. The servant stepped forward to wait for Chu Heng to put on the cloak again, and took the hand stove, ready to send him back to the Hall of Martial Arts.

Ling Ye frowned, stood in front of the window and looked at the scene from a distance without speaking, thinking about something.Waiting for Chu Heng to say goodbye to him, and when half of his foot stepped out of the palace gate——

"Wait." Ling Ye suddenly called to stop Chu Heng, and then turned to Zhu Geng, "Prepare the car and drive. I'm going to ask Qu Pavilion and get two books."

Zhu Geng was taken aback when he heard the words, it was already dark outside, and in about half an hour, the palace gate was about to be unlocked, so His Majesty went to the front court of the imperial city to ask Qu Pavilion to pick up books at this time?Even if you really want some books, you can just send a servant there, why do you have to go in person?

But the emperor was obviously not joking, took a hand stove from the tray, and was about to go out immediately.

The master is the emperor, let alone go to the front court to ask Qu Pavilion right now, even if he is out of the palace, he has to do it.Zhu Geng didn't dare to delay, he hurriedly ordered the servants to wait for His Majesty to put on a coat first, and then went to prepare the car by himself.

When passing by Chu Heng, Zhu Geng subconsciously turned his head to look at the Imperial Attendant Mo. Just before leaving the door, he was stopped by His Majesty, and he was standing here waiting, not knowing what His Majesty was calling him for.

Zhu Geng didn't dare to look too much, when he lowered his head, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the thick cloak on Imperial Attendant Mo's body, and little Zhu Geng felt blessed, and suddenly knew something.

He still doesn't know what book His Majesty is going to pick up.

But what Zhu Geng knew was that the Wenqu Pavilion where he picked up the books was next to the Hall of Martial Arts, and there was a garden in the middle that could be passed by a cup of tea.

This is probably called - Shunlu.

Zhu Geng went out to order the car to drive. As soon as he went out, the cold wind like a knife rushed towards his face, and it was cold outside.