The result of your highness's love affair

Well-organized government and harmonious people, prosperity and prosperity?

Early in the morning, the Ministry of Households accepted the scriptures, and it was about the people in the seven counties in the southwest asking themselves to pray for the country. The words were full of praise, and it seemed that he was destined to be holy. happy heart.

It's just that this matter is in the final analysis of whose favor and whose virtue it is. Cen An glanced across the group of courtiers below, stopped on that person, and then sneered.

The silent hall seemed to vibrate a little because of the undisguised sneer, and then quickly fell into a deeper silence. The slowly burning sandalwood on both sides also burned to the end quietly, falling silently for a few minutes. A little gray.

Fu Jiahe's heart sank, and he couldn't hide his disappointment. Looking into Cen An's angry eyes, he only shook his head slightly.

There was a long silence, and suddenly there was a snap, Cen An stood up from the dragon chair, walked down the hall directly without saying a word.

The young man was thin, wearing a bright yellow dress, and he didn't have much momentum. At this time, his steps were hurried, but he was heading for the outside of the hall.

In the huge court hall, there were hundreds of people hustle and bustle, no one spoke, no one looked back, they only respectfully waited for the most honorable person in the world to leave, and then they filed out after a long while.

As the prime minister, Fu Jiahe should be at the end.

Like everyone else, before leaving, he saluted that person from a distance, with a respectful and respectful attitude, just like the person's title "Jing".

During the 600 years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was only one King Jing. This title was bestowed by the first emperor for eight years.

In the past eight years, the eighteen counties have randomly invited women and children to ask questions, and everyone knows that even if the emperor is very expensive, he must "respect and respect him".

Just like in the early dynasty, when the veteran ministers who were about to enter the tree tried their best to stand, in addition to the dragon chair, there would be a small seat belonging to the king standing on the side of the hall.

Zhou Yucheng was sitting there, wearing a black robe and a jade crown, holding tea with his hands together.

Even if he keeps silent today, no one can ignore him, including Fu Jiahe.

Zhou Yucheng accepted the gift calmly, and after putting down the teacup, he asked with a natural expression; "Does the Prime Minister know, why did His Majesty leave?"

Fu Jiahe knew that it was embarrassing that the court ended this morning, so he wanted to defend himself, so he replied: "My minister guessed that His Majesty was afraid of being unwell, so he returned first. There is no major event in the court, so naturally His Majesty's health is more important."

Zhou Yucheng chuckled; "Does the prime minister often face the saint recently? I spend most of my time in the palace, and I don't know that your majesty is in poor health. How does the prime minister know?"

The words were relaxed and seemed to be teasing, but Fu Jiahe was nervous in his heart, so he just replied with a dry smile: "Your Highness loves His Majesty the most, and His Highness doesn't know me, let alone a humble minister. It's just that it's autumn and winter, and His Majesty's face is pale "feeling"

"Speaking of feelings, the prime minister has a heart," Zhou Yucheng smiled more gently, and said, "It's just such words, and those who are interested seem to be cursing His Majesty."

"The prime minister is getting old, don't lose your name"

Fu Jiahe broke out in a cold sweat: "Your Highness reminded me that I will be more cautious in my words and deeds."

"That should be the case." Zhou Yucheng nodded, "Your Majesty is young, and there are still many times to rely on the prime minister. Naturally, the prime minister cannot be deeply indebted to the holy grace."

It was another beating that was neither light nor heavy, and Fu Jiahe nodded in agreement. It was only when Zhou Yucheng got up and left with a smile that he felt that his heart had been put back.

The weather was fine today, and the sun was shining brightly, so people were comfortable, so Zhou Yucheng left the sedan chair and walked towards the Shu Qing Palace.

Shuqing Palace is located in the westernmost corner of the palace city, next to the farthest part of the Imperial Garden. It was originally Lengdian, but now Shengshang grew up there when he was young. In the main hall, only the name is left.

The eunuch in charge received the news and waited respectfully in front of the hall, Zhou Yucheng only asked him: "Has your majesty not come back yet?"

The old eunuch then replied: "If you go back to His Highness, His Majesty sent someone to send a message. I went to the Book Pavilion today, and I'm afraid I won't be back until evening."

Because Cen An was late in enlightenment, it is common for Cen An to like to go to the study to study.This conversation is familiar, but today he left angrily and sent someone to pass on the message, but most of the reading is false, and he is hiding the truth.Zhou Yucheng knew what Cen An was thinking, so he waved his hand to let people go down.

Cen An hated Shu Qingdian very much, he lived here when he was young, lacked food and clothing, had no one to rely on, was bullied by others during the day, and was often woken up by the screaming crows at night, all these were the most gloomy childhood memories a memory.

At that time, he left happily, thinking that all hardships will be rewarded, but he came back soon, and now he is in a difficult situation, unable to escape.

When he waited until dark in the bookstore to return, Zhou Yucheng was trimming a pot of jade feather pipes in front of the small table where meals were placed.

The pot of yellow chrysanthemums was blooming prosperously, but it was also reduced to the background. It was incomparable to that man's jet-black hair, which was scattered and draped over his shoulders. His appearance was so handsome, elegant and seductive.

That's a good skin, Cen An thought bitterly; being matched with such a person, he is really blinded by heaven.

Zhou Yucheng didn't take the initiative to talk to him, Cen An wished so, but just bypassed him to eat.

When he walked to Zhou Yucheng's side, he smelled the familiar aroma of green wood. Cen An turned his lips away, but saw the man raised his head and smiled, and said softly: "I've eaten it, and ordered the kitchen to make something else you like."

Cen An snorted, but didn't say much.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yucheng immediately said: "Eat more, you may be tired tonight."

It came again, Cen An felt his head pounding, and with a shake of his hand, he knocked the pot of jade plume to the ground.

His eyes were flushed, and he tried his best to suppress his anger, but he didn't know that it was more delicious in Zhou Yucheng's eyes, so he immediately reached out and touched Cen An.This time he couldn't restrain himself anymore, Cen An only felt the anger of being humiliated choked in his heart and couldn't let it out, so he punched him unconsciously.

Zhou Yucheng smiled and blocked it with one hand, and easily dragged the person to the ground with the other. He leaned over to hold him down, and looked directly at the young man.

Cen An's body is thin, and he doesn't know martial arts. Even though he punched, kicked, and attacked with various parts of his body, Zhou Yucheng easily restrained him and turned him over.

"Zhou Yucheng, I'm going to kill you!"

Zhou Yucheng's expression did not change, he still had that gentle and gentle look, but he pinched Cen An just right, preventing him from moving.

At this point, Cen An knew that he couldn't resist, but his heart was cold, and he closed his eyes and pretended to be calm.

The night is heavy, and the chrysanthemums in autumn are flourishing and decadent. Under the cover of darkness, the fragrance is silently brewing. When the cold wind blows by, a few strands of slender petals will solemnly fall and fall quietly on the dust. inside.

The eunuchs and maids holding lamps outside the Shuqing Hall were silent, indifferent to the subtle sounds from inside the hall, as if they were just dummies made of puppets, and lost their lives when the darkness came.

The candlelight in the hall was still bright, and from beginning to end, even when lips and teeth were in contact, Cen An responded with a gesture of resistance, and a pair of dark, moist eyes were always looking directly at Zhou Yucheng.

Looking at each other, Zhou Yucheng felt itchy in his heart, he suddenly covered his palm in front of Cen An's eyes, the palm was slightly cool, although it seemed to be isolated from darkness and light, there was a faint brilliance shining between his fingers.

The owner of the palm called softly: "An'an"

This was the first time Cen An heard these two words, and it was also the first time that he realized that other people could call him that.

Half astonished and half dazed, Cen An froze for a moment, at a loss, and after reflecting on how close this was, only endless shame and anger gushed out of his heart.He resisted and shouted: "Don't call me that." But he couldn't resist the man's call, and even leaned close to his ear, trying to send these two words into his ear.

For the rest of the time, Cen An remained rigid, staring blankly at the top of the hall, as if he was thinking about something, or just mechanically in a daze.

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