The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

Before Shang Jue left, he stretched out his hand and opened the curtain to hug Lin Jingyun's neck.

The emperor of Xisha lowered his eyes and seemed to sigh slightly.

He said: "Brother. I think it was the same way back then. You sent me all the way out of Baiyujing on Xuanyuan. It's just that ten years have passed, and we are still like this, without any change—"

Then he bit down on the imprint that Shen Zhuo deliberately showed to him that day, his silver teeth penetrated into the flesh, and after a while, a spot of red appeared on Lin Jingyun's neck, as if a ferocious beast had been robbed by someone, and it wanted to deliberately retaliate .

Originally, Shang Jue thought that when he came this trip, the people he wanted to see had already been met, the people he wanted to protect were also protected, and the people who wanted to be disgusted would also make him feel bad.It's just that before leaving, my heart still hurts badly, as if my lifeline has been severely grasped by someone, and the only way to be safe for a while is to stay in this square of plum fragrance.

Shang Jue muffled: "Brother, I'm afraid."

"I'm afraid that if I leave, I will never see you again."

Lin Jingyun gently covered his shoulders.

Today, Shen Zhuo sent him to deliver the Shang Jue, but he himself excused that he had not come to deliver it due to government affairs.

Lin Jingyun said softly: "Life and death are commonplace in this world, they are all ordinary."

Shang Jue was silent.

"Yeah. So what about life, what about death. It's just that you can't get what you want."

Eyes seem to be a little itchy.

Shang Jue let go of the hand on Lin Jingyun's shoulder, and when the young man spoke, he raised his head, his eyes flashed with a cold expression, this repressed, vaguely sad and extremely determined never to look back, he spoke Said: "Whether it's the end of the world, or the distance, whether it's life or death, or death—"

"Brother Ping An, after I leave, you must cherish it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Jue was a little ruthless, and quickly closed the curtain, making a clattering sound of pearls and jade colliding, and then loudly commanded the groom: "Hurry up and go before the sun sets on the treetops." .”

Lin Jingyun was dressed in white, and looked at each other silently behind the mighty guard of honor.

——In front of him, he walked to Lantai on horseback, and the lights were so bright that the sky was bright.

It's just an ordinary thing in the world.

While the carriage was bumping, Shang Jue closed his eyes tightly.

There is nothing to say about everything, he dare not ask him how he is, let alone take him to Xisha, knowing that the man is walking on thin ice every day, but he can hardly do anything.

But it wasn't that he was indifferent, it was just that he was powerless.

He sits on the entire Xisha, but he only dares to ask him to take the east wind.

In the collection of poems Lin Jingyun taught him when he was young, there was a line "there is no feast that never ends". At that time, Shang Jue was noncommittal.

It's just that the book also said that there are no encounters in life.

A few days after Lin Jingyun bid farewell to Shang Jue, a joint memorial was sent to Shen Zhuo's imperial study.

In this memorial, the words are clear and sharp, and the meaning is sharp. It is almost a word of punishment. It neatly lists the twelve crimes of Prime Minister Lin, and each of the crimes is a crime of extermination such as harboring evil intentions and plotting rebellion.

At the bottom of this memorial, there are at least twenty ministers' signatures.

Shen Zhuo smiled indifferently, called Lu Qingyi and said, "Brother Qingyi, look at this."

Lu Qingyi scratched his head embarrassingly and said, "I'm a reckless person who can't read."

Shen Zhuo said: "It's just that some people saw that I took over the power of the Prime Minister and acted according to the wind, and wanted to curry favor with me by impeaching the Prime Minister."

He paused, casually threw the memorial aside, and rubbed the center of his brows with his fingertips: "Every one of these people regards me as a spear in the party struggle, but which one treats me sincerely?"

Lu Qingyi asked him: "Then what should you do?"

Shen Zhuo said: "Send these things back intact." As he spoke, he seemed to think of something again, and then said: "I heard that the third son has made great achievements in water control, and the white elephant sent by Xisha is the only one in the world. If you don’t have a horse, give it to the third young master.”

Lu Qingyi was dumbfounded: "But that white elephant is extremely precious——"

Shen Zhuo smiled: "It is precisely because it is precious and unique in the world that I am willing to reward the third son with it."

The giant candle in the study room burst into flames, and candle tears dripped down on the gold bricks, gradually condensing into a wax mark.

Today is the weather when the breath is freezing, even if you go to the study room, it is still a little chilly.Yu Yan Yu Yan Yu Yan Chen Zhuo Recently, because of the war in northern Xinjiang and the constant natural disasters and man-made disasters in various parts of Eastern Qi, he didn't close his eyes for several nights, and now his eyes are bloodshot, his eyes are black and blue, like a cat that just crawled out of hell of evil spirits.

The evil spirit looked serene, and after a long while, he suddenly asked, "Is the pile of rotten flowers and weeds that Xisha sent over urgently a few days ago still there?"

The little eunuch who was waiting on the side returned tremblingly: "They are still there, and the palace people have carefully raised them in Cuiwei Palace."

Shen Zhuo stood up and walked around the desk, "That's it. Tell someone to pull out all of them and burn them."

The upper study and the emperor's bedroom are connected by a short corridor, and a basket of charcoal is burned every two steps, which is quite warm.

Shen Zhuo walked over.

The little eunuch hesitated: "This—"

Shen Zhuo said unceremoniously: "If you tell you to burn it, you will burn it." His footsteps stopped suddenly, "Even the Ye Mingzhu that was sent earlier was smashed away."

"I don't want to see these annoying objects in Dongqi again, is it clear?"

The little eunuch hurriedly said yes.

After Shen Zhuo changed his clothes in the inner hall, he drove to Cuiwei Palace in a sedan chair.

Lin Jingyun didn't want to have been waiting here for a long time.

The man was still dressed in white, sitting quietly at the side, holding a piece of paper with some unknown writing in his hand, drinking a few sips of tea from time to time.

Lin Jingyun likes to drink savory tablets most of the day, Shen Zhuo knows this, so whenever he enters the palace, the people below will prepare sachets for him.

In the past, Shen Zhuo didn't like to drink this the most, but after these years, he got used to drinking it because of him.

Shen Zhuo took a seat beside him.

Seeing his uneasy expression, Lin Jingyun raised his eyelids and smiled, "What's wrong today? Why does he look listless?"

Shen Zhuo didn't speak anymore.

The distance between the two of them is very close now, and the sweet and cloying aroma of roses is still wafting in the hall, Shen Zhuo can see the half-covered scene under Lin Jingyun's snow-white clouds and water satin when he lowers his head a little.

Beside the two of them was the rockery hot spring with gurgling water, and the steam that was steaming at this moment made Lin Jingyun's pale cheeks slightly red.

There was a pretty red mark at the end of his eyes, and his complexion was so beautiful that Shen Zhuo's stomach felt hot when he saw it.

Shen Zhuo claimed that he was not a gentleman, and he couldn't be Liu Xiahui in such a situation.He dragged the person up from the chair involuntarily, and before taking off his clothes, he dragged the person into the hot spring together, causing large splashes of water.

The person in his arms was still struggling, and Shen Zhuo hugged him from behind, easily sealing off the other's struggle.

For a while, they could only hear the rapid gasps in groups in the hall, and occasionally a very low moan, which seemed to suppress the great pain, but could hear the suppressed joy in it.

A voice said with a low laugh: "It turns out that my brother's voice is so nice."

The man didn't answer, he seemed to be trying his best not to make a sound, but he was beaten up from time to time, and he moaned in pieces.