Linque

The snow fell quietly, and as the night fell, the noise in the warm pavilion faded away.The maids and maids filed in with hot water and ginseng tea. Seeing that the brocade tent was still covered, they put down their things and immediately backed out with their heads down.

Ling Ye put on his clothes and got out of bed, wrung out the wet cloth and wiped Chu Heng's body.Chu Heng was so tired that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and the small part of his shoulders exposed under the brocade quilt were covered with red pinch marks and hickey marks.

Ling Ye let him lean on his shoulder, and brought him some ginseng tea to moisten his throat. After tidying up, the two of them returned to the couch again, when they heard the sound of a watch from outside in the distance.Ling Ye suddenly remembered something, whispered in Chu Heng's ear, and said, "Now that I have received my punishment, should I go back to the Hall of Martial Heroes?"

"..."

Getting cheap and being obedient, Chu Heng closed his eyes, kicked Ling Ye lightly under the quilt, turned over and ignored him with a hum.

His Majesty took it upon himself, and smiled lightly, embracing the Queen from behind.

The twelfth lunar month in the imperial capital is always the coldest time of the year, and earth dragons were burning in the warm pavilion. Ling Ye was afraid that the stove would be too dry at night, so he asked people to take out the smoker cages.

Chu Heng lay with his back to Ling Ye for a while, feeling that the room was not as warm as before, so he shrank into the quilt, turned over and got back into Ling Ye's arms, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and put his hands in his On the chest, Ling Ye kissed him and embraced him.

The account written down will be settled tomorrow, and both of them are satisfied now.

They slept with each other hugging each other all night, and the next morning, the snow had stopped.

It was the end of Mao Shi, the emperor got up, and Eunuch Gao led the maids in the palace to serve him.

Last night before going to bed, I just tidied it up hastily. There were still a bunch of objects on the table beside the bed. When Ling Ye sat up, he saw the brushes on the tray at first sight.

Except for the jade-tube wolf hair that I used last night, Chu Heng probably thought that he was going to paint when he picked out his brushes, and he also chose a lot of other ones, ivory tube, agarwood tube, small-leaf red sandalwood, five or six thick or thin, There are all kinds of styles, it's a pity not to use them.

Ling Ye glanced back at the person who was sleeping soundly on the bed, with a slight smile in his eyes, and then whispered to the servant who was clearing the case: "Don't take those pens away, I will still use them later."

He conveniently picked up the jade tube and went out to wash the brush himself.

At the Great Court Meeting yesterday, the matter of Xiao Gaomin, Yan Yunfei and others beating Xu Shao has been settled. As soon as Dali Temple opened its office this morning, the officials took the order of the Minister of Dali Temple and began to collect fines from house to house.

According to the law of this dynasty, before a fine is collected, the decree must first be handed over to the person being punished.Xiao Gaomin and Ye Shuli were okay, but Su Lang and Chu Heng were both in the Hall of Martial Heroes.The Prime Minister of Dali Temple held the signboard of the official office and entered the palace from Xing'an Gate, and when he arrived at the Wuying Hall, he only saw Su Lang.

When the guards of the Hall of Martial Arts heard that the prime minister mentioned Chu Heng, you looked at me and I looked at you, they all showed expressions of intolerance.

Yesterday, it was spread all over the imperial court, His Majesty was furious and punished the imperial servant Mo severely.It is said that Chu Heng was made to kneel in the Hall of Jingcheng from morning till night, and his knees were swollen. However, when the snow fell last night and the road was slippery, Chu Heng's legs were so sore that he couldn't walk at all, so he rested in the Hall of Jingcheng. in the room.Now it seems that it is time, and there is no one. I think it is during the day that I continue to be on duty in front of the imperial court.

A few people were talking in a hurry, when they saw a shadow guard of the Son of Heaven coming outside.The shadow guard didn't explain much, and after nodding his head in greeting, he took Dali Si Cheng away directly.

A group of people who left the Hall of Martial Arts looked at each other in blank dismay.

Going forward along the palace road until he stepped through the Chongji Gate and entered the boundary of Jingzhang Palace, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple realized belatedly that he seemed to be heading for the Imperial Palace.He thought that the shadow guard just brought him to find Chu Heng, and after the routine inspection in front of the hall, he lowered his eyes and continued to follow, but when he entered the door, he raised his eyes and saw a man in a black gold dragon robe sitting behind the desk.

Dali Sicheng's mind went blank, and he froze on the spot.

The emperor said, "Is the decree brought?"

Dali Si Cheng suddenly came back to his senses, knelt down on the carpet with a plop, kowtowed repeatedly.He is only a sixth-rank official, not to mention facing the saint alone like now, he is not even qualified to attend the Great Court Assembly on weekdays.My heart was beating wildly, I was nervous and excited at the same time, holding the piece of paper in trembling hands, I couldn't even speak for a while.

The emperor Daoping body, and a few words of encouragement casually.

Eunuch Gao stepped forward to take the order paper and presented it to the imperial case. Ling Ye read it again, smiled slightly, "A fine of 100 taels of silver, that's fine."

Then he turned his head to motion for Eunuch Gao to give the money.

Until he left the gate of Jingcheng Hall with 100 taels of silver in his hand, the prime minister of Dali Temple still felt that he was living in a dream.He pinched himself hard to clear his chaotic mind, recalling what happened just now, and when he looked at Wenyin again, he felt extremely hot.

He collected the fine from Chu Heng, that's right, and he has indeed received it now, but the key is——

This is His Majesty's money!

Didn't it say in the Hall of Martial Heroes that Imperial Attendant Mo is not well received by His Majesty?But when he took the money just now, His Majesty was clearly in a good mood, and even said that he "received Chu Heng's decree".According to the law of Dayin, all decrees from Dali Temple must be handed over to the person himself, and only husband and wife can collect them for each other.

——There seems to be something strange.

The Chancellor of Dali Temple had a flash of inspiration, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to have discovered something, but he didn't seem to have anything.

At that time, at the other end of the imperial city, Yan Mao was sitting in the inner hall of Shangshutai, looking at an open memorial on the case, without saying a word for a long time.

Yan Cang was so anxious that he got angry, walked back and forth in the inner hall for a few times, and couldn't help persuading him: "Master Xiang, Your Majesty asked someone to send the approved documents back to the Shangshutai, the metaphor is already obvious, It's too late for you to regret it now, the Shadow Guard of the Son of Heaven is waiting outside, as long as you say 'no'—"

Yan Mao raised his hand suddenly, interrupting Yan Cang's words abruptly: "No need, let the shadow guards send you to Dali Temple."

"Master Xiang——" Yan Cang suddenly opened his eyes wide, gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "You should think about it, if you really nod this way, the relationship between Mr. Yunfei and you will be completely broken in the future... ..."

Yan Mao's stiff shoulders and neck shook slightly, his face was still expressionless, he was silent for a long time, lowered his eyes and said, "That's...that's fine."

Maybe it was because it was too cold in the twelfth lunar month, Yan Mao's voice seemed to be soaked in the cold air, and there was a little bit of distress that could not be traced.

The booklet spread out on the table was written in black and white, which was presented by the Minister of Dali Temple last night, "beside the forty sticks", written by the emperor's imperial pen and Zhu Zhu, and the word "Zhun" was left behind.