I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

From the general's mansion back to the palace, this time the journey was smooth and unobstructed, without encountering any obstacles.Maybe he walked a lot today, seeing that Rong Huai looked a little tired, Yan Zhuo threw the clothes and bundles in his hand to the inner prisoner, and he helped Rong Huai get off the carriage.

Back in Weiyang Palace, Rong Huai changed into some light clothes. When he was changing, Yan Zhuo was watching from the side.But there was only one figure from the back - the black hair was loosely scattered behind her back, the jade-white back was flawless, two waist dimples could be vaguely seen along the smooth and graceful skin bones, and two straight legs stepped on the carpet.

Yan Zhuo's eyes fell on his naked back.

Until the flimsy underwear fell down, like a layer of shy veil blocking his sight, Rong buttoned his shirt, turned around, and asked about the coincidence of meeting Prince Gong's mansion during the day: "At that time There is another person in Prince Gong's carriage, wearing a bamboo hat, I always think his figure looks familiar."

Yan Zhuo's voice was hoarse: "It's Mr. Taicheng Zhang."

"You can identify him with just a silhouette?" Rong Huai poured a cup of tea and held it in his palm.

"A single silhouette can reveal a lot of information. My eyesight is the ruler. From the height of the person, the width of the shoulders, the width of the shoulders and the length..." Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "The only person who can match the civil and martial arts in the Southern Dynasty is Mr. Tai Chengzhang. "

Rong Huai said: "It's exactly as I guessed." In the original plot, Rong Fu relied on the support of the Taicheng, and later tortured the original owner in every possible way, and the power of the Taicheng behind him was also the fastest to fall to Qin Liangqi and others. If Without the full support of Mr. Zhang, the old mainstay, Qin Liangqi and Yan Jiuli would not be able to grasp the entire court so quickly.

Who would have thought that Taicheng and Qin Liangqi's group of rebels had long been a nest of snakes and rats.

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When Nie Qing triumphantly returned to Beijing, the annual Flower Festival was approaching as scheduled. The folks went to the suburbs to enjoy the flowers and collect the scenery. The women cut the five-color paper and stuck it on the blooming flower branches. Large-scale festivals will also be held all over the country. Flower God Ceremony.According to the usual practice, Rong Huai took all the officials to the Flower Temple in the suburbs of Beijing to burn incense, hoping that the Flower God would come and pray for the prosperity of flowers and trees.

The flowering period has just arrived, and the Huashen Temple is surrounded by tens of miles of flowers in full bloom. It is a quiet and peaceful place on weekdays, but now hundreds of officials gather, and the emperor's guard of honor stretches for miles. As far as the eye can see, there is a piece of pink willows and green, and the breeze blows , Falling flowers are colorful, dense trees of Canglong stand in the temple, and there are many rare flower and tree potted plants on both sides of the road.

This place used to be the place where the concubine led her hair to practice, so there are a lot of epiphyllums planted on both sides of the corridor road, which are usually under the cover of layers of peach blossoms, which makes the secluded and simple.

After entering the Flower God Temple, Rong Huai entered the main hall and lit three sticks of agarwood, sparks lighted up slightly, and a wisp of green smoke curled up.

Hundreds of officials also hold fragrances and pay respects.

After burning incense and offering sacrifices to the gods, one has to clean hands and face, implying washing away dust and vulgarity, and sweeping away the dirt of the previous year.

The water in the basin is the clear spring water left on the mountain, which is cool to the bones, Rong Huai wiped it casually, and stretched out his hand to the side: "Paper."

But he didn't wait until the inner prison gave him the silk handkerchief, he held the handkerchief with one hand and gently wiped the water on his face, Rong Huai opened his eyes, and found Yan Zhuo standing in front of him, he gently In the blink of an eye, the drops of water on the eyelashes fell, Yan Zhuo wiped off the drops of water, put his fingers to his lips and sucked them away: "Your Majesty, even the water on your face is sweet."

Rong Huai glanced at the officials next to him, they all buried their heads in the basin, cleaned their faces and hands in the basin, pretended to be deaf and dumb, and pretended that they didn't hear anything.

"Yan Zhuo," Rong Huai warned him.

"The incense is also finished. I heard that there is a marriage water in this temple. Is your majesty interested in finding out with me?" Yan Zhuo said with a low smile. The marriage water is just an excuse, and he does not want to let go of any of He Ronghuai. The chance to be alone.

Rong Huai agreed to his request with a nod. The Flower Dynasty Festival was originally a festival for picking wind and enjoying flowers. It was a rare rest day, and the two walked out of the hall together.

The ministers wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and straightened their bodies until they could not be seen.

The relationship between General Yan and His Majesty has been spread all over the city as early as that day, and everyone knows about it, but they still feel like a dream. It is unbelievable that the gossip ability of a group of elders gathered together is not inferior to the women in the backyard: "You said, Your Majesty and General Yan used to be at odds with each other, so why did they settle down in the blink of an eye?"

"That's right... General Yan, who has such a violent temper, would actually bow down under His Majesty's robes? It's unbelievable." Everyone's curiosity was aroused, and their hearts felt like a cat was tickling.

"Did you forget that General Yan's son's leg was still broken by His Majesty?"

"This is simply..." Everyone felt even more unbelievable.

"So, in the face of beauty, what kind of child, face, it's just a cloud."

Thinking of His Majesty's plethora of romantic affairs, the courtiers also felt powerless. His Majesty likes men and women regardless of gender, and those who dared to give advice before were demoted.

Those who are still staying in the court are all middle-of-the-road people who like to be gentle, and they have no real power in their hands, and they are not tough in speaking.

"With King Ru's lessons learned, if General Yan is dumped, I don't know how he will go crazy with his temper?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense!"

"Ha, you didn't see him confronting King Nie in the courtroom because you were on leave that day..."

Under the impromptu and lively description of the eloquent imperial censor, a period of confrontation between courts and courts with bright and dark currents makes people feel like they are on the scene. What is it like to fold an origami crane to dissolve 30 troops lightly? What is a king and a general? The main hall is fighting for holiness... I heard the handymen in the temple gasping in the corner, shouting excitedly. The Temple of Flowers is usually a place full of people, but through word of mouth from the handymen and pilgrims, it has become a popular place. A piece of eclectic historical material whose name Liuqing has been passed down to later generations.

While the officials were chattering, the family members of the ministers were also bustling in the peach forest ten miles outside the hall.

In addition to offering sacrifices to the God of Flowers, the Flower Dynasty Festival is also a good time for officials to marry and choose a good son-in-law. The folk customs of the big moon are open. The well-made makeup is more beautiful than the butterflies in the flower forest.

The sons of aristocratic families and young talents are beautiful and exquisite in casual clothes. They are handsome and handsome. In the corner pavilion, they are reciting poems or discussing state affairs. them.

Among them, the champion who has been admitted to the imperial examination and is proud of his spring breeze is the most eye-catching.

Yan Zhuo said that he was looking for some marriage water, but in fact he just wanted to be alone. After leaving the main hall, they walked side by side in the Hualin narrow road. : "Your Majesty has fallen in love with Zhuangyuan Lang again?"

"What nonsense?" Rong Huai laughed, "I just thought of my old friend."

"How can he, a frail scholar, satisfy His Majesty?" Yan Zhuo whispered behind his ear, "I still have to be a minister..."

Rong Huai pushed him lightly, and they were walking on the bluestone path when they kicked something and fell backwards. Yan Zhuo put his arms around his waist in time: "Your Majesty, be careful..."

"The path here is difficult." Rong Huai grabbed his sleeve and stood firm.

"Rong Chen is rude." Before Rong Huai could react, Yan Zhuo leaned down to support his legs, hugged him in his arms effortlessly, and Rong Huai threw himself into his arms, his heart beating fast Tapping Yan Zhuo's back lightly with his palm: "Yan Zhuo!"

"Put me down quickly."

"What are you afraid of, Your Majesty?" Yan Zhuo was tall, holding him in his arms like a kitten: "Your Majesty, as long as you bury your face in the chest of the minister, no one will recognize you."

Rong Huai: "..." He has really seen what it means to hide one's ears and steal one's bell.

His bright yellow lace-up gown is the best proof of identity, how could it be possible to cover his face so that no one would recognize him?

But they took the completely opposite path to those noble girls. There were few people around, and they didn't meet many people along the way. Rong Huai struggled a few times, but found that he couldn't move at all, so he simply used Yan Zhuo as a means of transportation with peace of mind. , The so-called random flowers are charming eyes, the withered peach blossoms on both sides gradually attracted most of his attention.

Until they came to the Yiran Pavilion behind the Huashen Temple, which was originally built as a place for pilgrims to rest their feet and drink water. The nuns in the temple also set up stalls here, and there was a lot of people on weekdays, but today they are welcome. The field was cleared by the imperial guards for dozens of miles, and it was deserted.

The Yiran pavilion is half a mile long, with a long red eaves wooden bridge, and the stalls inside are one after another. The nuns closed their eyes and beat the wooden fish in front of them, chanting words in their mouths. , snacks, wooden carved incense brand candles and other souvenirs.

Rong Huai tugged at Yan Zhuo's sleeve: "Put me down."

"I've been a slave and a horse all the way, shouldn't your majesty reward me?" Yan Zhuo pushed him under the flower tree, and the petals fell from the top of his head profusely, covering his head all over his face.

Rong Huai took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom, slowly took off the petals on the top of his head, and said calmly: "Gu did not ask the general to be a slave or a horse."

"Your Majesty is so ungrateful and ungrateful," Yan Zhuo put his hand on Rong Huai's ear, leaned over and stared at his face, the second half of the sentence melted between their lips and tongue: "In this case, I can only take the initiative." Come to pick up..."

The fragrance of peach blossom itself is very faint, but the entire ten-mile sea of ​​flowers is like a sea of ​​peach blossoms, and the fragrance is fragrant in the breeze. Rong Huai put his palm on Yan Zhuo's chest, originally wanting to push him away, but unknowingly became In order to cater, the scorching breath lingered between the lips and teeth, pulling him violently into the dizzy whirlpool.

"Hmm..." Yan Zhuo let go of Rong Huai panting lightly. Yan Zhuo's palm was scorching hot. If he didn't let go, he might not be able to restrain himself.Rong Huai listened to the rapid breathing in his ears, his face was flushed, and he leaned against the peach tree to calm his breath. He accidentally saw a stall in the Yiran Pavilion. Inside the mask, I picked up a red Nuo mask.

Yan Zhuo also came over, raised his eyebrows slightly, and frowned again: "This thing... looks familiar.",