I see how charming the emperor is

On the top of the moon, the cicadas are singing sweetly, and the scrolls in the hall are fragrant with ink, and Chu Yan is writing the memorial with a pen.

On the contrary, he was quite well-behaved, Xiao Che was extremely satisfied with Chu Yan's performance.

Rubbing his swollen temples, Chu Yan had an extra cup of bird's nest soup with rock sugar.

"Archer is getting more and more considerate."

The boy's final voice rose, and the exhaustion was swept away.

"Your Majesty deserves it."

Xiao Che's voice was flat, and he was neither sad nor happy about Chu Yan's praise.

After scooping up a spoonful of bird's nest soup, Chu Yan brought the spoon to Xiao Che's mouth, "Archer accompanied me to review the memorial, and it's been hard work, here, let's have a bite."

Sweet and soft, it looks as delicious as Archer.

"Your Majesty..." Unreasonable.

Xiao Che's thin lips parted, and before he finished speaking, his mouth was filled with a large spoonful of bird's nest soup.

"It's delicious."

Chu Yan's bright eyes stared at Xiao Che without blinking.

The taste seems to be pretty good, Xiao Che has never liked sweets, but this bird's nest with rock sugar is really delicious.

Seeing the slight arch of his eyebrows, Chu Yan smiled, and dug another spoonful into his mouth.

"Your Majesty, I have just used this spoon."

Xiao Che's face turned red. Although Chu Yan was usually informal, this was a little too bold.

After taking another sip, Chu Yan raised the sugar-stained spoon like a normal person, "Archer is not an outsider, so don't worry about those vain etiquette."

If Archer hadn't used the spoon, he wouldn't have used it much.

However, Archer remembered that he likes sweets, so he kept the small kitchen with bird's nest soup with rock sugar.

Bingtang is sweet, but Archer's heart is even sweeter.

Since Chu Yan didn't care, Xiao Che had nothing to be hypocritical about.

"Tomorrow is the full moon wine for Luo Cheng's grandson, is your majesty going to do it at this time?"

Xiao Che glanced at the red gilt post on the imperial table.

"It seems that there is news from Tianji Pavilion."

Putting down the jade lamp, Chu Yan became serious.

"It's true. Luo Mansion and Yinzhou have been exchanging secret letters, but the letters have been destroyed. It's hard to determine what kind of news they exchanged."

Xiao Che didn't want to let a bad guy go, but he also didn't want to wrong a good guy.

"Archer, wipe the corners of my mouth first."

Chu Yan put his face closer, both hands were busy looking for something on the imperial table.

Although he can lick the candy off the corner of his mouth with his tongue, it would be a pity not to take advantage of such a good opportunity.

"Your Majesty, it's business."

I just praised him for being decent and well-behaved, but it collapsed again.

Xiao Che was helpless, but still took out the brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the corners of his mouth earnestly.

The sandalwood scented the nostrils, and Chu Yan loved the smell so much that he moved forward again.

With his index finger resting on Chu Yan's forehead, Xiao Che lost his temper, "Do you want to make more progress?"

Since meeting Chu Yan, his bottom line has been lowered repeatedly.

Even cleanliness is dispensable to him.

Withdrawing his neck, Chu Yan resentfully said,

"Why, I just saw a small flying insect on Archer's head."

Tell a lie without writing a draft, just open your mouth.

Xiao Che didn't bother with him, and looked through the dossier Chu Yan found.

"In the 13th year of Yuanqi, Wang Shihu was demoted from Shengjing and exiled in Yinzhou."

Xiao Che frowned as he read.

"This was written by Luo Cheng, who was still the editor of Hanlin back then."

Chu Yan recognized Luo Cheng's handwriting.

The old letters have long lost their luster and the ink has faded, but every word that can be recorded is what happened in that year.

Perhaps this is the meaning of editing and editing.

"Why was he demoted? Since he was exiled, how could he be able to secure his seat as the Jiedushi of Yinzhou?"

Xiao Che had a hunch that if the mystery could be resolved, the source of the flower poison would also be revealed.

"When Luo Cheng was young, he couldn't get used to Wang Shihu's kind of bastard, so he handed over his corruption evidence to Dali Temple overnight."

Chu Yan laughed as he spoke.

The young dragon slayer finally became the evil dragon.

What an irony!

"So, Wang Shihu was exiled in Yinzhou because of Luo Cheng?"

Xiao Che frowned even deeper.

Cutting off one's official career is like killing one's parents.

Logically speaking, Wang Shihu wanted to tear Luo Cheng into pieces, so how could he communicate with him?

Chu Yan shook his head,

"Back then, Luo Cheng was just a small editor in the Imperial Academy, so how could he have the ability to bring down the cabinet scholars?"

"There is another person who provided evidence of corruption. Luo Cheng is just an errand."

As soon as Xiao Che turned his mind, he understood the way.

"Archer is the smartest, he knows everything."

Chu Yan smiled.

Xiao Che: There is an inexplicable feeling that the roles of teachers and students have been reversed.

"That's why there is a problem with the news network of Tianji Pavilion."

Although Xiao Che didn't want to admit it, it was the fact.

"Maybe someone wants to confuse the audience and fish in troubled waters."

Unable to bear to see him lonely, Chu Yan patted him on the shoulder to show comfort.

"From the day Luo Cheng sent the invitation, I became suspicious. It was a happy event, how could he want to see me?"

Before and after the court, the two kept a tacit understanding and never disturbed.

Luo Cheng's move obviously broke this balance.

"Although the letter was sent from Luo Mansion, there is no evidence that it was sent from Luo Cheng."

It's true that Luo Cheng monopolizes power, but he can't do dirty things like poisoning himself and transporting poison.

Xiao Che pursed his lips, feeling relieved that my family had just grown up, "Your Majesty has grown up."

You will not lose your judgment on the whole matter because of people's likes and dislikes.

It's not that he's grown up, it's just that Archer never knew the real him.

Still, it seemed to feel good to play the harmless white rabbit in front of Archer, under his protection.

"Archer taught me well."

Chu Yan raised his head, his eyes were as bright as stars, and they pierced Xiao Che's heart directly.

"Since Your Majesty knows that someone is manipulating Luo Cheng, what are you going to do with the banquet tomorrow?"

Xiao Che wanted to hear the opinion of the young emperor in front of him.

Chu Yan sneered,

"The stage is set up, someone must go up and sing first."

Even if he escapes this time, and next time, he simply won't dodge.

He wants to see the person behind this, what kind of drama do you want to sing?

Facing Xiao Che's worried eyes, Chu Yan pulled his arm and used his usual coquettish means, "Archer said that when soldiers come to block, water comes to cover up. With you by my side, I am not afraid."

"Besides, Archer will always protect me, won't he?"

Chu Yan tilted his head, looking like a weak white lotus.

Accustomed to Chu Yan's intrusive intimacy, Xiao Che's throat rolled and he nodded slightly.

He can't promise forever, but this trip to Luo Mansion, he will protect Chu Yan's safety.

The palace was quiet, except for the sound of frogs in the pond.

Beside the rockery, there are two furtive figures.

Fuzi weighed the purse in his palm and smiled,

"Next time my aunt has such a good job, she has to think of me."

He was originally the sweeping eunuch of Zangshu Pavilion, and he got so much silver just by moving a file from the Yuanqi period to a conspicuous place.

The world is falling apart.

Wearing a black cloak, Xianghe's face was hidden in the dark, and he took out a snack wrapped in a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, "Eunuch Fu hasn't had dinner yet, this is a cake I stole from the imperial dining room, try it quickly. "

The Jinpa spread out, and the pastry was pine-flavored.

He probably won't be able to eat anything from the imperial dining room in this life.

Fuzi's stomach growled, and after thanking him, he quickly stuffed the pastry into his mouth.

It was delicious.

Just as Fuzi was about to leave, his arm was grabbed by Xianghe. Before he could say anything, he felt a cramping pain in his abdomen.

"I haven't sent you on the road yet, I can't go."

The poison passed through the intestines, the seven orifices bleed, and the medicine given by His Highness became more and more vicious.

Blood was gurgling from Fuzi's throat, his eyeballs were protruding, his palms were loosened, and the money bag fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

There was a splash in the pond, heavy objects fell into the pond, splashes of water were splashed, and the crowing of frogs dissipated.

Fengqi Palace was shrouded in the deep night, the inside of the palace was pitch black, and all eighteen Suzaku glazed candles were burned out.

Under the curtain of golden silk peony flying flowers, Chu Yu is wearing red gauze, her black hair is scattered, and her jade arm is leaning on the pillow.

But under the delicate and flamboyant face, there are snakes and scorpions hidden.

"Your Highness, everything has been dealt with."

Xiang He took off her wrinkled black robe, and there were still mottled blood on her fingertips.

"Thank you, Xiang."

Getting up slowly, Chu Yu paced towards Xiang He, sniffing the bloody smell that made her boil.

Lightly closing her eyes, Chu Yu sighed softly with a look of enjoyment,

"It still smells familiar."

Xianghe's shoulders shrank, his chest heaved vigorously, but he didn't dare to show anything wrong on his face.

"Are you afraid?"

The bright red Koudan caressed Xianghe's tender white collarbone, the visual sense was extremely strong.

The air of orchid lingered in his ears, Xianghe's heart stopped suddenly, and he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, "I dare not."

Taking out the bloody money bag, Xianghe asked for instructions,

"Will His Highness give this money to Fuzi's family as usual?"

Chu Yu lowered her head and sniffed the blood, her black hair hanging down her shoulders.

"No need, Zuo Zuo is just a lowly slave."

It was an honor for them to die for her.

Chu Yu paced back and forth to fetch an ever-burning lamp, and with the sound of the fire, the hall was much brighter.

"Let's keep it in the dark room, and help me count how many lamps have been burned."

The ever-burning lamps never go out, there are four or five rows of darkrooms, and the smell of sesame oil is pungent.

"Including this one, there are 37 in total."

Xianghe's voice trembled, trying to control his emotions.

37 lamps, 37 lives.

More than half died at her hands indirectly or directly.

Chu Yu lowered her eyes, her expression was calm,

"understood."

"Have Commander Yan's letter been delivered to him?"

Chu Yu looked back sideways, and the burning wick of the glass lamp was extinguished in an instant.

"Return to Your Highness, it has already been delivered."

The hall returned to silence and darkness, and the pale moonlight fell on Xianghe's shoulders.

Every time I dream back at midnight, those bloody corpses are all clamoring wildly.

creak-

The door was pushed open, and Xianghe saw at a glance that there was someone lying on the edge of her bed.

Shi Ying heard the sound and woke up in a daze,

"Sister Xianghe is finally back, I accidentally fell asleep while waiting for you."

An embarrassed smile appeared on Shi Ying's delicate face.

Her throat choked, Xianghe turned her head away, pretending to be indifferent,

"Don't wait for me in the future, go back to your room."

With tears in her eyes, Xianghe walked quickly to the bed and wrapped herself in the brocade quilt.

She didn't want Shi Ying to see her weakness and tears.

"I'm going to Luo Mansion to help tomorrow. This is the first time I've been out of the palace. I'm very happy, so I want to share it with my sister."

Shi Ying's voice was soft, and he put his arms around his knees, guarding the edge of the couch.

Luofu?Xiang He suddenly opened his eyes.

"Tomorrow you will stay in the palace and don't go anywhere."

Xianghe looked serious.

His Highness changed the plan, and the Luo Mansion might become a Shura hell tomorrow.

When the emperor was angry, he bled for thousands of miles, and more slaves like Shi Ying were implicated.

No status, no dignity, can only depend on the master to live.

"But..., I figured out..."

After finally getting the chance to leave the palace, Shi Ying didn't want to give up.

"No but!"

Xianghe became anxious, and when she met those red eyes that were like baby rabbits, her heart stopped.

What is she doing? I've only known each other for a few days, and I can't control my emotions.

"Since you want to go, go, it's late at night, go to bed earlier."

Re-wrapping herself in the brocade quilt, Xiang He said in a muffled voice.

What does her life and death matter to me?

Reaching out to touch a little sunlight, I almost thought that the darkness had faded from my body.

Really funny!

Shi Ying was taken aback by her reaction, lost her mind, and hurriedly made amends, "I won't be going tomorrow, sister Xianghe, don't be angry."

Seeing that she was still nestled in the quilt, Shi Ying lowered her eyes, probably sister Xianghe was tired of her.

"Sister, rest well, I'll go back first."

creak-

The door sounded again, and Xianghe turned over with tears on his face.

Even though she was in the mud, she still imagined that someone would pull her out of hell.