The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

The imperial physician pretended to take Jiang Nanxi's pulse and told him some things that needed attention. Then he checked the plant as a matter of course. Naturally, he didn't find any problems. It also had the effect of calming the mind. The imperial physician said that more evergreen plants could be placed in Chengde Hall.

The emperor laughed and asked Fugui to move to Chengde Hall.

Jiang Nanxi listened to the emperor coaxing her for a while, then walked down the stairs and picked up the snacks beside her and continued eating.

As soon as the emperor left, it was time for Jiang Chen and his mother to visit.

Yun Gui held his daughter's hand and told her: "The palace is different from home. You must be careful in everything. Your mother will always be behind you."

Jiang Chen patted his sister's shoulder and said, "And me, your brother."

"You'd better go back and coax your brother-in-law. It's been a few years, and he hasn't changed at all." Jiang Nanxi said angrily.

Jiang Chen felt that Jiang Nanxi was more mature than him now. He touched his nose and said awkwardly, "It's not entirely my fault that he ignored me."

Yun Gui held her hand tightly, looked at her for a while, then turned and left.

Jiang Nanxi stood up to see them off. Fentao took out a cloak and wrapped her tightly. The three of them stood in the cold wind, looking at each other in silence.

The dark cloud of the imperial city loomed over them. Jiang Nanxi looked at them and smiled faintly until the long palace wall submerged the two black spots. Then Jiang Nanxi turned around and returned to the palace.

Yan Gui put the heated hand warmer into her hands and swept the snow off the rabbit fur for her. "It's cold now, young lady, please don't stand outside the palace for too long."

After his body recovered, Jiang Nanxi took off his cloak and glanced at her: "You have become a housekeeper just like Fen Tao."

Jiang Nanxi sat down and looked out the window. The light snow had stopped, as if it had never appeared.

She exhaled a breath mixed with white mist, "Next year will be difficult."

......

In the spring of the seventh year of Jiaqing's reign, there was a severe drought in the south, and the people in the northern border areas were deeply disturbed by the Diyi people, and their lives were in dire straits.

At the morning court today, all officials reported to the emperor asking him to pay attention to the issues in the south and north. The emperor immediately issued an order to appoint Yongchuan Hou as the imperial envoy, along with the Minister of Works, to handle the drought in the south.

The Prince of Yongning led the army to war, with his son as his deputy, to repel the Di barbarians and protect the people.

After the decree was read out, all the officials looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment. When he was young, Prince Yongning was indeed a respected general who was brave and good at fighting. There was nothing wrong with this arrangement, but the prince was obviously more suitable for mountain warfare like in Lingnan.

They have not forgotten the military achievements of Yongchuan Hou. Although they have been abandoned for several years, this man knows the terrain of the north best, which is much better than going to the south to provide disaster relief.

They didn't understand the emperor's intention for doing this.

Ling Si lowered his head, his eyes were cold. Even at this time, the emperor had ways to make things difficult for him.

Imperial Censor Wen stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible! The Marquis of Yongchuan is not ambitious and is extravagant by nature. How can such an imperial envoy convince the people and officials?"

The emperor seemed to have expected someone to refute him, and said in a deep voice: "How can the Marquis of Yongchuan not make progress? Although he likes to play, he has obviously improved in recent years. Why does Censor Wen say this?"

Censor Wen was about to retort, but the emperor waved his hand and stopped him: "This is an emergency, so don't say any more meaningless words."

Censor Wen choked for a moment, and then the emperor mentioned his son in the Hanlin Academy.

When Wen Xiangyi heard that Ling Si was going to the south, his heart ached for a moment, and then he was nominated by the emperor and stood out from the team with a confused look on his face.

He was standing facing backwards. The emperor's eyesight had deteriorated in recent years and he could not see people clearly. Fugui pointed in a direction and the emperor saw him.

"I heard that Lord Wen grew up in the south and had some insights into the development of Liuzhou during the palace examination. Why don't you go to the south with Marquis Yongchuan to provide disaster relief?"

Wen Xiangyi subconsciously wanted to agree, but he heard his father's voice making excuses for him and froze in place.

It simply describes him as being useless, unable to endure hardship, and a drag on Marquis Yongchuan.

Wen Xiangyi knew that his father was doing this for his own good, so he stood there in silence. The officials' gazes were like needles, piercing him.

The emperor's voice came from the front: "What does Lord Wen mean?"

Wen Xiangyi heard the emperor's words of concern, and did not want his father to disobey him again, so he knelt down and accepted the order, "I will obey your majesty's order."

Censor Wen was a shrewd man, how could he not hear that the emperor was getting impatient? However, he just didn't want his son to stay with Marquis Yongchuan. He asked for marriage before he came of age, which would be unacceptable after he came of age.

But now that things have come to this, there is only one other solution.

Immediately afterwards, Prince Yongning and his son, and Marquis Yongchuan received the imperial edict one after another.

After leaving the court, Ling Si walked through the Taihe Gate with a cold face. Jiang Chen shook his head at his father, "You go back first, I will take care of it."

Jiang Wunan nodded, feeling depressed, and parted with Jiang Chen.

The Jiang family was really unlucky. Even though they had anticipated this situation, Jiang Wunan did not expect the emperor to be so wary of them.

All the officials dispersed, and Jiang Chen followed the direction of the marquis's carriage and soon found Ling Si.

He quickly stepped forward, trying to grab the young man's sleeve. The silk was cold, and it brushed across his fingertips, and Jiang Chen's heart felt as if it was being grasped, and his breathing stagnated.

Jiang Chen stubbornly pulled him, his voice hoarse: "You believe me."

They looked at each other in silence. Jiang Chen was speechless, fixed in place by the young man's gaze.

The fingers holding his sleeve turned white, Ling Si couldn't shake it off and looked at him: "How can I trust you?"

Ling Si had never looked at him like this before. Jiang Chen felt a great panic rising in his heart. His throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and he could not speak. He grabbed his sleeve in vain, which was extremely cold.

Seeing the young man's red eyes, Ling Si's voice softened a lot: "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Jiang Chen seemed to have just learned how to breathe. He took in big gulps of fresh air. His back felt cold, as if he was a drowning person suffocating.

After standing for a while, Jiang Chen realized that the person inside was a little impatient, so he opened the curtain and sat down.

The young man closed his eyes and rested, his face stern, like a sculpture, and it was obvious that he didn't want to talk.

Jiang Chen felt that he was quite useless and could not stand any cold treatment. Even though Ling Si ignored him before, he was happy and at ease, and continued to pester her even after being rejected. But now, he suddenly lost his courage.

Just because of that one cold look, as if looking at a stranger.

......

The boy leaned on the young man's lap, sobbing softly, and the sobs that escaped between his breaths sounded like the whimpers of a puppy.

After coaxing him for half an hour, Jiang Chen was still crying. Ling Si was afraid that he might hurt his eyes, so he lifted his face and gave a kiss on his cold face.

I asked him helplessly, "Why are you so sad today?"

Ling Si reflected on himself and found that his attitude was no different from the past. Could it be that he was too immersed in the role just now?

He took a handkerchief, wet it with warm water and wiped it carefully. Jiang Chen held his hand tightly and refused to let go. His eyelids were red and swollen from crying. Looking at the gentle Ling Si, he still felt like he was in a dream.

Ling Si touched his face and said, "If you cry again, your face will be swollen like a walnut tomorrow."

Ji Xuanlan also cried occasionally, but none of them could cry like Jiang Chen, whose tears flowed like a spring and lasted for half an hour.

"I, thought you really hated me..." Jiang Chen was really afraid of that kind of look. If it was someone else, he would not have such a big reaction, but when that kind of look appeared on Ling Si, he panicked for no reason, as if Ling Si would abandon him in the next second.

Ling Si didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You and I are on the same boat. We prosper together and suffer together. What are you afraid of?"

"That's different." Jiang Chen sobbed intermittently, but he stopped crying.

Ling Si pulled him into his arms and kissed the tip of the boy's red nose. He seemed to always subconsciously believe in Jiang Chen and felt that the other party would not harm him, no matter which camp he belonged to.

Ling Si sometimes doubted this strange high sense of trust, and he attributed it to the accumulated feelings of several small worlds.

Thinking of a way to coax him, Ling Si held up his face and said, "Well, I promise you, you can do whatever you want tonight."

He remembered that Jiang Chen liked this.

Jiang Chen's eyes widened. His handsome and delicate face looked a little funny because of crying. "Really?"

He wiped his face with both hands, his brows lowered, looking innocent and pitiful.

"...you're serious."

"Don't lie to me."

He held the young man's fingers and squeezed them absentmindedly.

"Don't lie to the puppy." Ling Si lowered his voice.

Jiang Chen hummed modestly, then happily threw himself into his arms and hugged his neck tightly. The large area of ​​contact greatly satisfied his inner emptiness.