Linque

The twelfth lunar month is approaching, and it is cold at night.

Xie Chu called Su Lang and Han Chengmiao over today to talk about the defense of the Qianqiu court banquet. When they came out, they saw that it was already dark, so the two of them stayed in the Hall of Martial Arts without leaving the palace.

After the evening meal, Yun Fei stopped Su Lang and gave him a wink.

Su Lang understood, and was about to follow Yun Fei to the back hall when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and glanced at Han Chengmiao, who was sitting upright drinking tea, Su Lang's eyes showed an inexplicable light Laughing, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Go."

Han Chengmiao looked up suspiciously and asked with his eyes, but Su Lang didn't explain, turned around and left.Han Chengmiao glanced at his back, put down his teacup and stood up to follow.

Yun Fei went to the room in the back hall first, and was pouring tea with a pot, when he saw Han Chengmiao opened the door and came in with Su Lang, he was surprised: "Why are you here too? No, I said that in the martial arts hall the other day Just talking, are you really going?"

Han Chengmiao was confused, and sat silently by the side without answering.

"He won't go," Su Lang took the teacup handed by Yun Fei, blew lightly, and said with a smile, "I called him to come over and review your arrangement in detail, so that we don't have to beat someone up in time, in case we get caught again If the patrolling Jinwu guards bump into it, it will not end well."

Yun Fei nodded: "I just said, how could Cheng Miao do such a thing as putting someone in a sack."

Su Lang was noncommittal, and glanced at Han Chengmiao with a half-smile. The latter left Jingcha Emperor Chuntai Mahayana Realm with Tianzi Yingwei some time ago, and he didn't know much about the recent situation in the imperial capital. Yun Fei and Su Lang are now They were discussing how to beat Jiayonghou's son Xu Shao in a sack before the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, so that he couldn't even go to the Qianqiu court banquet.

Su Lang, who looks like the moon and the breeze, is gentle and moist like jade, but in fact he has "deep roots". He was so skinny that he couldn't find his way since he was a child. Later, he gradually converged into what he is today in the imperial capital, but there is a bit of stubbornness in his bones. No reduction, a gentleman can do bad things as well as he can do bad things.

Han Chengmiao and Su Lang are both known as Changzhou Shuangbi, but they are genuine gentlemen and upright, with Yuyang Han's family style, he really can't do this kind of black hands.

Therefore, if Yunfei wanted to beat Xu Shao, Su Lang was the first one who wanted to help him. As for Han Chengmiao, in the Mingzheng Martial Arts Hall that day, although Yunfei mentioned him in front of Lishan Junji Wuyue A mouthful, but in fact it was just to divert the conversation to smooth things over, and it never really happened that Han Chengmiao would go.

I don't know what Su Lang wanted to do when he called him over.

But Yun Fei didn't ask too much, anyway, even if Han Chengmiao didn't go, he wouldn't sell them, and with Su Lang around, plus Ye Shuli, it was no problem to deal with Xu Shao.

only--

"Why hasn't Chu Heng come back yet? Xu Shao was so arrogant in the Mingzheng Martial Arts Hall. After being reprimanded by His Majesty, he still wanted to ask Chu Heng to serve him tea and apologize. Why is he so thick-skinned? Don't beat him up." I don't think he even knows what his last name is."

Han Chengmiao, who was sitting opposite, moved his ears slightly, and suddenly said, "Who?"

Yun Fei held the tea and wanted to drink it, but when he heard the words, he paused: "What?"

"Who did you say Xu Shao clashed with in the martial arts gym?"

"Chu Heng."

Han Chengmiao's heart moved, and he repeated: "Chu?"

Yun Fei slapped his head: "Oh yes, you may not know him, the second son of Zhong Ping Hou's mansion, surnamed Chu Mingheng, is the imperial servant newly selected by His Majesty, he just came back from Lishan a few months ago, You happened to be away from the imperial capital at that time, and you hadn't seen him before."

"Go." Han Chengmiao threw out a word concisely.

Yun Fei didn't care, and waited for the tea to be poured into his mouth before he suddenly reacted. He almost choked on water, and it took him a long time to swallow it with difficulty. He asked Su Lang in disbelief: "What did he just say?"

Su Lang was not surprised at all, he curled his lips slightly, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "He said, come with us to make sacks."

……

Until after the discussion, when Yun Fei sent Su Lang and Han Chengmiao out, he still felt that it was a little unreal, how could the Duke of South Korea be involved with them?

Yun Fei looked at the backs of the two of them, puzzled.

At that time, Chu Heng didn't know the arrangement of Yun Fei and the three of them. He and His Majesty were sitting in the car and heading towards Wenqu Pavilion.The emperor's Luanjia was spacious, with thick velvet blankets inside, and almost all the low couch tables. With the four windows on the wall of the car closed, the biting cold wind at night was completely blocked outside, and not even a ray of cold air could seep through. Come in.

Chu Heng held a hand stove that His Majesty gave him in his arms, looked at the emperor sitting beside him flipping through the scriptures, hesitated for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty is going to ask Qu Pavilion what books to pick up?"

Chu Heng also had Zhu Geng's doubts, but in this matter, he didn't dare to think as much as Zhu Geng, just like the reason why Ling Ye tied his hair with him in the evening, even though he had a hint in his heart that His Majesty's trip was actually to send him off. He hoped to come back, but Chu Heng felt that His Majesty really wanted to come to Qu Pavilion to pick up the books.

Sure enough, Ling Ye said: "Tomorrow, the Xuanzheng Palace will discuss matters related to the Jingnan Silk Road. I will come here to pick up two books on geography and history, and I will use them early in the morning."

Chu Heng responded, lowered his eyes and said nothing else.Even though he knew it in his heart, the faint hope was completely extinguished, and he still felt an uncontrollable sense of loss in his heart.

In fact, Ling Ye just said something casually, and he didn't dare to act rashly, especially when it came to Chu Heng.He likes Chu Heng, but he can't express his heart to Chu Heng right now, because he is the emperor, if he says he likes him, what should Chu Heng do, should he accept it or reject it?

——Actually, it is impossible to be the latter, unless Chu Heng is indeed Lishan Dongjun.Otherwise, no matter what Chu Heng thought in his heart, no matter what he thought of himself, he would not be able to say "no" to the emperor.

But Ling Ye never wanted to do this.

He likes this person beside him because he wants to be with him dignifiedly and with mutual affection, not to shroud him under the majestic majesty of the emperor, so that even if he doesn't want to, he dare not say no.

——Ling Ye would rather not say anything than Chu Heng's "dare not". On this matter, he was not in a hurry to get Chu Heng's response.

The world is complete, and it will last long if you take it slowly.Now Chu Heng is by his side, the place closest to him, he wants to get closer to Chu Heng little by little, integrate himself into Chu Heng's life little by little, eliminate the barriers between them little by little, and then talk to Chu Heng Heng said, move him with your heart instead of forcing him to submit to his own authority.

The six horse-drawn carriages drove smoothly on the palace road, and people avoided the place where the bell rang in front of the carriage. The road was unimpeded, and within two cups of tea, we arrived at Wenqu Pavilion.

Ling Ye didn't ask anyone to pass it on, so as not to ask the head of the Qu Pavilion to see Chu Heng getting off the imperial car, and it would be bad if it was publicized again.He took the hand stove from Chu Heng's arms, felt the temperature, then handed it to Zhu Geng who was outside the car, signaling to add two pieces of charcoal to it.I stared at Chu Heng putting on the cloak and gloves, and wrapped him tightly before letting him out of the car.

In fact, the road from Wenqu Pavilion to Wuyingdian is not far away. If you walk faster, the time for half a cup of tea will arrive.Chu Heng was not happy to wear so many clothes, but Ling Ye was not allowed.

"As soon as you catch a cold, no one will help me read the booklet. The debt owed after 20 days of leave has not been repaid, and now you want to continue to owe it?"

That's what the emperor said when he went from the Nuan Pavilion of the Jingcheng Hall to the apse for dinner, and it's the same now.

Chu Heng couldn't refute, so he had to follow his advice.

The charcoal in the hand stove had been refilled, Zhu Geng arranged for a small servant to send Chu Heng back with a lamp.

Ling Ye stood in place, watching Chu Heng's back gradually melt into the night. The palace guards around him stood silently. The head of the Wenqu Pavilion had received the news of the emperor's arrival, and hurriedly led everyone to greet him.Zhu Geng reminded in a low voice beside the emperor, Ling Yefang looked away, turned his head and stepped on the steps of Wenqu Pavilion.

At the same time, Chu Heng, who was walking to the corner of the palace road, turned his head and took a look in the direction of Luanjia. Under the bright lights, the head of the Wenqu Pavilion greeted him respectfully, leading His Majesty to walk into the pavilion, forming a line The lady-in-waiting followed His Majesty step by step, holding a tray for books.

He really came to pick up the books, Chu Heng thought.

An unspeakable feeling between loss and bitterness welled up in his heart, Chu Heng turned his eyes back and stopped looking, and walked forward.

Even though he was wearing a thick white fox cloak, he still felt the cold. It seeped from the bottom of his heart and spread to all his limbs. Although it didn't make him shiver and shiver. But the blood all over his body has cooled down.

He likes His Majesty.

Especially after returning to Jingcheng Hall, this kind of cognition became more and more clear.

But he dared not say it.Your Majesty sits on the mountains and rivers of Dayin Kyushu, so you don't have to hesitate to beat around the bush when you like anyone, just tell that person directly, if your Majesty doesn't say anything, it's probably unintentional.So even if he liked him wholeheartedly, he still couldn't say it - if he made his mind clear and His Majesty was furious and drove him away, then Chu Heng would not even have the chance to see Ling Ye.And Ji Wuyue couldn't even ask for an order from the emperor, let alone go to the emperor's side.

The servant's voice rang in his ears, Chu Heng suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that the Hall of Martial Heroes had arrived, and the steps of the hall were only three steps away from him, which was the same distance as the usual distance between Imperial Attendant Mo and His Majesty in the Hall of Respect .

He lowered his head, raised his foot and took three short steps in front of him, and stepped on the steps. Chu Heng turned around and looked at the way he walked with ease—if only it was that simple, he thought.

It was too late to understand, he was already tempted, his heart was full of affection, but in the Palace of Respect, between Chu Heng and Ling Ye, the three steps he had thought countless times were always close to each other.

——I can't finish it.

The cold toad moonlight passed over the eaves of the hall and reflected on his face. Chu Heng stood there for a long time, then turned around and walked silently towards the Hall of Martial Heroes.

It wasn't until the second quarter of Xuzheng that Yun Fei finally waited for Chu Heng to come back from the outside. He was in a hurry to tell Chu Heng about the sacking. As soon as Chu Heng stepped into the room with his front foot, he followed him in with his back foot.

"Why did you come back so late?" Yun Fei asked casually, and said excitedly, "I have found a good person, and I have also found out Xu Shao's itinerary. On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the day before the Qianqiu court banquet, we went to set up Xu Shao Sack, cover his head and beat him up so that this guy can't even go to the court banquet. See if he is still arrogant. But you can't take Lu Ji with him. We all have to reveal."

Yun Fei kept talking non-stop, while Chu Heng took off the cloak on his body and folded it on the bedside, his eyes drooping and he didn't respond.

In fact, last time in the martial arts hall, when Chu Heng was Lishan Dongjun, he felt more comfortable after kicking that kick, and His Majesty has already vented his anger on him, the feeling of being reprimanded by the emperor is much more uncomfortable than being beaten. Now, he doesn't have the heart to settle accounts with Xu Shao anymore.

"No need." Chu Heng sat down and poured a glass of water, and said lightly.

Yunfei didn't notice Chu Heng's depressed mood, so he reached out and patted the table: "No, because of him, I was scolded by Commander Xie all night, and I didn't even eat dinner. Not because of him provoking you, just because of him. With my own tone, I have to beat him. You don’t need to do anything, I called Su Lang, Han Chengmiao, and your second senior brother Ye Shuli, just watch from the side.”

Chu Heng stopped holding the cup, raised his eyes and asked, "Who did you call? Han Chengmiao?"

"That's right," Yun Fei complacently approached Chu Heng, "How about it, didn't you think of it? I persuaded such a decent man as the Duke of Korea, so you can see how much Xu Shao deserves to be beaten, so you go ..."

"Okay, got it." Chu Heng nodded, his eyes darkened, "The fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, I'll go."