I'm too tired to be in the Shura field every day

Chongyan was walking on the way to Beiyu Palace with a treasure box. It was a delicately decorated dark green treasure box, and inside it were seven dark green gemstones of different shapes, arranged neatly according to size. I hate to give it to Beiyu.

When I came to the palace, I found that there were no palace people on both sides. I walked in and saw that Beiyu was not there.

Instead, the female officer next to him, the dignified palace lady around 25 years old, was cleaning the antique vase.

Chong Yan asked her: "Is Your Majesty not here?"

He didn't have to think about the possibility of whether there was anyone in the bedroom, otherwise it was impossible for the emperor to sleep without someone guarding him.

The female officer found him, put down the peacock duster, and hurried over to salute: "Your Majesty is not here, what's the matter?"

She saw the treasure box in Chong Yan's hand and said, "Are you going to present this as a tribute to Your Majesty?"

Recently, it was time for all countries to pay tribute, and she naturally felt that the exquisite box was also one of the tributes, "Please leave it to me, my lord." She reached out to take it, but Chong Yan avoided it without a trace, and asked, "Where did your Majesty go? "

It was his personal gift, and he didn't want it to pass through other people's hands.

When the female officer heard his question, a strange look flashed across her face, she hesitated for a while before she smiled and said, "My lord, where your majesty has gone, I will not be able to fully know where your majesty is."

Chong Yan saw that she was lying, but thought that Bei Yu was an emperor after all, and he had the right to conceal his actions, so he didn't ask, "If that's the case, I'll come back tomorrow."

The female officer saluted: "Yes."

Chong Yan walked towards the palace gate, he came with a horse, and the horse was outside the palace gate, when he heard someone shouting urgently on the road: "My lord, my lord..."

He had a good hearing ability, but he didn't stop, because he didn't know which lord it was, until he yelled: "My lord regent!"

He just turned around and saw a man in his fifties with several sachets on his waist galloping towards him.

The person with the sachet was a pilgrim, and he ran closer to see the disgusted face, and before he could calm down, he made a big bow, "It really is the regent king, I am so lucky."

Chong Yan asked softly: "Who are you?"

The pilgrim said: "I am the host of the Jingzhong Spice Shop. I went to the court to hand over the cooperation, but I never expected to see you here, my lord."

Chong Yan nodded, turned around without saying anything.

"My lord, please wait for me!"

Pilgrim followed half a step behind, and Chong Yan's legs were long, so it was a bit difficult for him to follow, but even if he was trotting, he still stared at Chong Yan's deep and cold face and sighed: "My lord is indeed handsome and cold, and he is more handsome than the folks." The picture of God of War circulated is even more ingenious."

Chong Yan ignored him, and the pilgrim said again: "The news that Your Excellency will return to Beijing this month is spreading wildly, but I didn't expect that Your Majesty has already arrived in Beijing, yet His Majesty has not held a dust-cleaning banquet for Your Excellency."

Only then did Chong Yan speak: "Your Majesty is busy."

The pilgrim said: "Yes, after all, it is also the day when the prime minister returns to Beijing."

"Prime Minister is also returning to Beijing this month?" Chong Yan asked casually as the third prince.

The pilgrim said, "Yes, the prime minister came back a few days ago."

Chong Yan nodded, indicating that it was enough for him to understand this, but what Xiang Ke said next caught his attention.

The pilgrim said: "When the prime minister comes back, His Majesty will definitely be very happy."

Chong Yan asked, "Why is Long Yan so happy?"

The pilgrim said, "My lord, don't you know?"

Chong Yan said, "I know what it is."

The pilgrim said, "I know how much Your Majesty attaches importance to the Prime Minister."

Chongyan didn't answer, Xiangke suddenly acted in a daze, he said: "That's right, it's because I lacked consideration, my lord is away all year round, how could I know the dynamics of the monarch and his ministers in Beijing, but this is not a secret, what is your majesty's importance to the prime minister?" As everyone knows, as long as the prime minister advises, His Majesty will listen to almost all of them. Should it be said that His Majesty is cherishing talents, or judging the situation, because the prime minister is currently very prestigious in Beijing, loved by thousands of students, and thanks to his position, Beijing There has always been harmony and peace in the palace, so His Majesty is extremely dependent on the prime minister."

Chong Yan glanced at Xiangke, signaling him to continue talking.

The pilgrim said: "I heard that your majesty once promised the prime minister that if the prime minister wants to give advice, no matter day or night, the palace gate will not be blocked, and the guards will not block it. This can see your majesty's attitude towards the prime minister. Now that the prime minister comes back, I am afraid that your majesty will personally It's not impossible to visit, the prime minister is probably the only courtier who can be visited by the emperor himself, tsk."

As the pilgrim spoke, he sighed enviously, but saw the tall figure beside him stop.

"My lord?" he asked puzzled.

Chong Yan suddenly stood still, making Xiangke puzzled, but he had a guess in his heart at this moment, he asked: "You just said, when will the prime minister come back?"

The pilgrim didn't know what he meant by asking again, but guessed based on the letter Fu Yue gave him: "Three days ago, at most no more than four days."

"Three days."

He was tired of thinking, although he did not find Beiyu when he went to the palace today, but when he tightened the guards in the palace because of the assassin three days ago, he did not see any palace people standing by at the door. Take a step."

Ignoring the pilgrim's inquiry, he returned to Beiyu's palace.

This time the female official was not there, but instead a face-to-face young lady came in with an incense burner. She had been smelling the incense, and only saw him when she got closer. The king is here, the regent forgives the crime."

Chong Yan's heart moved, and he said: "I came here to fetch the cloak at the order of His Majesty, His Majesty is in a hurry and feels cold on the way."

The court lady obviously didn't have a heart, and when she heard what Chong Yan said, she turned to laugh and said, "It's time for the north wind to blow outside the palace at this time, and His Majesty is weak and needs to drive a horse to the Prime Minister's Mansion alone, and he is really cold if no one takes care of him." Alright, the things to keep out the cold are in the bedroom, the regent please come over here."

Chongyan's heart moved, as if he had captured a lot of information from this passage, but he didn't say anything, and followed the maid into Beiyu's bedroom.

Beiyu practiced calligraphy at the prime minister's house.

He was standing, holding the penholder in his hand, but his eyes couldn't help but look behind him.

In the back, the prime minister sat on the couch, propped his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and the incense burner curled up.

The prime minister probably spent all night sorting out the materials last night. When Bei Yu came over, he saw that the corners of the prime minister's eyes were getting worse, and he couldn't help but feel distressed.

But that pale face was illuminated by the daytime round window, and the white light of the morning beat the prime minister's skin like frost, and a few branches of crape myrtle brought out his cool temperament, making Beiyu lick his lips.

Just as he was sighing, he suddenly heard a cold question, "Are you still in a daze when you practice calligraphy?"

Bei Yu turned around, but his mouth was not idle, and he wrote while writing: "When did the prime minister rest last night? The corners of his eyes are red."

After hearing the cold reply: "There is no rest."

Bei Yu sighed and said, "The prime minister has worked hard for the country, but you must also pay attention to your body."

"Mm." Hearing the prime minister's voice was faint, as if he was sleepy and unwilling to return, but he added five more words to make up for the etiquette, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding."

Bei Yu said: "Your Majesty, I think the prime minister can also get closer to me."

He said while writing: "Although we are monarchs and ministers, I think it's okay to address each other as 'you' and 'I' when we meet in private."

He finished painting quickly, and changed another piece of paper, "Look, in the old days, people paid the most attention to the friendship between teachers and students. The prime minister is already a master of literati, and he personally guides my studies. One set, doesn't it seem closer than "you" and "me"? If the prime minister treats me honestly, wouldn't it be more helpful for my studies and the prime minister's career?"

He finished writing another one, but no one answered his words. After that, the breeze behind him, thinking of the prime minister's sleepiness, he said, "Prime Minister?"

Still no one answered, he whispered, "Prime Minister, are you asleep?"

Just as he was about to turn his head to take a peek, someone grabbed his hand, and Bei Yu was taken aback.

The prime minister held his hand with a cold, white and slightly cool hand, stood behind him and said coldly: "I believe that your majesty should not worry about your official career. Your majesty's first priority is to practice calligraphy well. Stand upright."

The prime minister straightened his body and put his fingers back to their correct positions one by one.

Bei Yuxin sighed that the prime minister was really dedicated to his duty, and even came here to guide him when he was so tired. The prime minister's fingers were like magic, but with a slight adjustment to his posture, his movement of holding the pen became very beautiful.

The prime minister changed his posture, glanced at his copybook, and reprimanded him in a low voice: "Copying is not good enough."

Covering his with his hand, Bei Yu immediately pretended to be unable to hold a pen as soon as the prime minister's hand covered it, and said aggrievedly, "It's so difficult~"

The prime minister had no choice but to take him with him, and finished the last few strokes. The word suddenly became very beautiful. The prime minister asked him, "What is it written?"

It was a relatively difficult word and a relatively simple word, which was combined by Bei Yu and written on the same paper. He said: "Ligusticum, a kind of herbal medicine."

"What medicine?" the prime minister asked him.

Bei Yu is very familiar with herbal medicine. He replied like a medicine boy: "A grass root plant can dispel dampness and relieve pain. It is mostly used to treat pain."

"Well," heard the prime minister replying to him calmly, and said, "Your Majesty has a lot of research on herbal medicine. If this is the case, I would like to ask you something. Is it possible?"

When Bei Yu heard that the Prime Minister wanted to ask him about his strengths, he immediately said, "Quickly, Prime Minister."

While Fu Yue led him to practice calligraphy steadily, she said casually: "I heard that a medicine has been circulated among the people recently. It is used by men for one thing. It is very powerful."

Bei Yu said, "There is such a thing."

Fu Yue hummed, and continued: "The medicine was spread from the place of Fengyue. No one has ever seen it before, but after it appeared, it caused a lot of stunts, just because the medicine satisfied the benefactor who stayed overnight in the brothel." , Spent ten thousand gold on the person who served."

Bei Yu frowned and said, "It's wrong to look for flowers and ask willows, it's really irrational to waste ten thousand gold."

Fu Yue said: "The person who served also got this box of treasures by accident, so he went to appraise the medicine, but the famous doctors couldn't identify what it was."

"Hahaha, this medicine is so interesting." Bei Yu laughed.

Fu Yue walked steadily on the paper with her hand, and continued: "It's just that the medicine whose ingredients can be seen is extremely precious, and it's rare among the people."

Bei Yu laughed again, smiling, but felt something was wrong.

Longyang?medicine?The ingredients are rare among the people?

Fu Yue lowered her eyes and continued to say: "When the correct solution was not possible, a careful person found a palace seal on the inside of the medicine box, which was less than the size of the lid of a finger."

When Beiyu heard this, his scalp tingled.

Oops, could it be...

Fu Yue finally finished writing that page, and put down Bei Yu's hand and pen.

He raised his eyes and looked at Beiyu, and said: "The palace seal is a seal that only exists in the palace. The person who sells laughter is the oiran of the capital, but the oiran of the capital has the palace seal of the palace. I think it must be It is an imitation, after all, it is impossible, and that kind of charm will spread from the harem, Your Majesty, are you right?"

After Fu Yue finished speaking, she asked him quietly with her eyes.

Bei Yu immediately put on a bitter face: "Prime Minister..."

Fu Yue cut him off and said, "Your Majesty, the day you broke into Xiangke's mansion, you probably didn't have contact with too many people. Even if you did, you wouldn't leave your personal belongings to others and put yourself at a disadvantage, right?"

"Prime Minister," Bei Yu trembled, and immediately grabbed Fu Yue's sleeve.

Fu Yue just pursed her lips, waved her sleeves with a cold face, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty can do nonsense!"

Bei Yu quickly explained: "Prime Minister, but I only gave this thing to that person because I took the position of him, and I gave it away because he took this job. I really didn't know that he would look for it. People know medicine."

Fu Yue frowned and said: "The oiran is like this, what did the gatekeeper say? If the reputation of this thing spreads widely, how will His Majesty's reputation be cleared?"

Bei Yu said: "It's just a little ointment, what has it to do with my reputation?"

Fu Yue saw that he didn't know the key point, so she couldn't help being really angry, and said: "A king, who pursues love potions, hangs out with courtesans, debauchery!"

Bei Yu said anxiously: "These are all trumped-up charges, why did I do this?"

Fu Yue cut him off: "Can Your Majesty prove himself clearly?"

"Zhen!" Bei Yu responded loudly, but couldn't answer, she couldn't help but close her small mouth, her lips puckered.

He sniffed and turned his back.

Fu Yue sighed inwardly, approached the young emperor, and said in a light tone: "Your Majesty still doesn't know that people's words are scary. If there is a misrepresentation, even the history books will not be able to restore your Majesty's innocence."

Bei Yu choked up and said, "I only want Cheng to believe in me."

Fu Yue's eyes trembled, but she straightened her face and said, "This is not the words of the emperor."

Beiyu's heart is humming, the prime minister is a straight man!

Fu Yue was quiet for a while, then took a step forward and said: "But your majesty's medicine is so well prepared that no one can see through the ingredients. It can be seen that your majesty is qualified in medicine, but he just used it in the wrong place and made some mistakes. The useless side door comes out."

Beiyu was dissatisfied, turned around and asked, "Why is Longyang medicine so heresy!"

How many people in this world need this!

Fu Yue didn't face him face-to-face, took out a handkerchief and wiped the ink stains on his fingertips, and said: "I used to ask the court to send your majesty the illustrated book of herbs, in the hope that your majesty can be sympathetic to the people's livelihood and understand the suffering of the people."

He glanced at Beiyu, "But His Majesty used it on love potions."

Beiyu's face was a little hot.

He wiped Beiyu's fingertips clean, gathered those white and thin fingers, and said disapprovingly: "Your Majesty's study of these heretical ways is not only useless to the country, but also misleading, just like today's farce, it will only make people daydream , is your Majesty trying to put the love potion in someone's tea so that he can do some crooked things?" At the end of the sentence, he pretended to ask sternly.

But Bei Yu pouted and said aggrievedly: "You can leave out the tea..."

Fu Yue was almost laughed angrily by him, and said, "Where else do you want to let Your Majesty go?"

Beiyu said in a low voice but stubbornly: "Incense, dried flowers, wooden boards..."

Blue veins appeared on Fu Yue's forehead, "What else?"

Bei Yu said: "Hairpins, silk, sweat towels..."

Fu Yuehan said with a cold voice, "What else?"

"Ice cubes, potions, sprays."

Fu Yue's face darkened, "How much more."

"Books, bamboo slips, silk paper... and..." Bei Yu leaned on the corner of the table behind his back, looked at the prime minister and whispered, "Brush, ink, paper... um!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his lower back. The prime minister grabbed his shoulders and pressed him on the table.

The author has something to say: Yuyu, there are three scary animals in this world, they are: the sleeping lion, the predatory cheetah, and the abstinent one.