The mediocre minister of all living beings

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, there was more rain, pattering as if the water basin in the heaven was leaking. It rained at both ends of the endless three days, even if it stopped, there was no sun. It was heavy, the rain on the ground hadn't dried completely, and it rained for two more days, making it wet everywhere. Wei Mingqi was stuffy in the study and couldn't breathe, so he took Eunuch Xi for a walk in the palace. The pharmacy could hear Lu Ling complaining from afar.

"Why is it so hard? You guys should hurry up! Why do you still sign? Is my Marquis Mansion a place where people cannibalize? What if you can't come back after you go?"

Wei Mingqi looked at Lu Ling from a distance. Although he became a marquis in the battle, killed a hundred enemies in the battlefield, and dressed well in the palace, he still couldn't get rid of his hooligan habits. With a look of quackery, he couldn't help but chuckled softly, walked over and asked, "What's the matter? Are you in such a hurry?"

Lu Ling turned his head and saw Wei Mingqi, saluted politely, and then replied: "Returning to the emperor, it has been raining for the past few days, Ziqi is not in good health, and has had a fever for several days, I will ask an imperial doctor to go Look at the Hou Mansion"

"Dian Qing is sick?" Wei Mingqi asked.

"Oh..." Lu Ling opened his mouth and sighed, and then said: "In those years, he knelt too much, and it was too cold in the snow, which hurt his body and caused the root of the disease, and he became feverish when it rained."Lu Ling raised his head and glanced at the thick clouds that were about to rain again, as if his thoughts had returned to a few years ago, and his eyes became blurred, with a hint of sadness in them.

Following Lu Ling's eyes, Wei Mingqi also raised his head to look at the gray clouds. The thin sunlight was hidden behind layers of clouds. He couldn't help thinking that there was once a person who would have a fever in continuous rainy days. In [-], he also braved the rain to deliver medicine overnight, and he hurried on, not daring to delay, not only for the tiger talisman and Jiangshan that he had not got at that time, but also to see the smiling face of that man like a crescent moon. On Wei Mingqi's cheek, it slipped to the edge of his mouth, and he gently hooked it into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, but it was astringent.

In the autumn of the third year of Weiyang, Wei Mingqi finally summoned He Youqi, breaking the barrier between him and He Youqi for a long time. Wei Mingqi finally made up his mind to accept Xiaoxin into the palace as the son of Prince Lintian.

For a time, the streets and alleys, the inner courtyard of the palace, and even the storyteller finally finished telling the never-ending story back then.

The battle to pick up the prince filled the whole Zecheng with excitement. Xiao Xin was still wearing his blue gauze dress as before, leaning against the window where he could only see the sky in all directions for the first half of his life. Someone rushed to report that day, the emperor wanted to take him into the palace as a prince, but when the carriage stopped at Chunfeng Tower, Xiao Xin still felt that his previous life was like a dream, the one he had been waiting for for a long time, and once thought he would never be. The fulfilled promise was fulfilled, but what was waiting was not "redemption" but "acceptance". The eight-carrying sedan chair that Li Niang had heard from Li Niang was also replaced by a gorgeous carriage.

Standing in front of the Chunfeng Building, the old bustard sisters who used to live with her knelt on both sides, respectfully called out to the son, and a bitter smile hung on the corner of Yaoer's mouth. For countless days and nights, the one who stood in the cold winter finger He said the good-looking young man, the young man who rushed all the way to deliver medicine in a cold and rainy night, the young man who called my youngest child in the bed tent of Chunxiao, has stayed in the Chunfeng Tower forever, he understands that the one who stepped out of the door From this moment on, there are no more Yao'er and Wei Mingqi in the world, only the aloof emperor and heir son Xiao Xin.

After Xiao Xin entered the palace, he temporarily arranged to live in the Tianhe Pavilion, which was a relatively quiet courtyard. He Youqi was the first to visit him, and asked if he was used to living in the courtyard, what was missing in the courtyard, and whether the servants were smart. , Xiao Xin just smiled faintly and said: From the windows of the Spring Breeze Tower to the palace walls of red bricks and gold tiles today, my life is better than before, the place is bigger than before, and the things I use are more noble than before, but my God , has always been only four squares.

The bright red maple leaves spread across the palace wall. After Xiao Xin entered the palace, he still liked to wear blue clothes. A maple leaf that fell on his shoulders was too late to pick off. His eyes, which were as bright as the moon in the past, also became dim, only reflected in the snow-like clothes. Skin in general is paler.

"I persuaded you to redeem yourself and leave early, but you didn't listen," He Youqi said flatly.

The corners of Xiao Xin's mouth raised slightly, and he looked up at the gray sky, which was gloomy.

In the majestic Fengming Palace, Empress Yao is dressed in yellow and luxurious clothes, with a phoenix crown on her head, and her bright red lips seem to drip blood. Now she is an upright youth, but she is locked in this lonely deep palace. Living by touching the brick walls of her own palace, for the rise and fall of the Yao family, and for the lintel of glory, she exhausted her power and finally ruined her youth. Ever since Wei Mingqi ascended the throne, she seems to have forgotten that there is such a person The queen, except for seeing Wei Mingqi once during the canonization ceremony, almost never saw Wei Mingqi again.

But there was such a big move in the palace today, the clever Yao Shuxiang knew that Wei Mingqi would definitely come to her tonight.

Asking someone to prepare a table of exquisite dishes, Yao Shuxiang sat in front of the table in gorgeous clothes, and it was about the same time as she had planned, when someone outside heard a loud voice: "The emperor is here", Yao Shuxiang stood up slowly Come, squeeze out a soft smile from her stiff face, and stand at the door to greet her respectfully. This smile is the same as when she first married into the palace. A virtuous and virtuous queen, she is broad-minded, knowledgeable, and understanding.

"Get up." Wei Mingqi stepped forward and took Yao Shuxiang's cold hand, took her to the table and sat down slowly, and then said hypocritically: "It's autumn, remember to fill in some clothes, don't stand at the door, the night cold"

"Yes." The virtuous and virtuous queen lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly, showing a shy look, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

"Go down, I'll talk to the queen." Wei Mingqi waved everyone away.

The small wooden door was gently closed, and Empress Yao was still the gentle and charming beauty, but the first sentence she uttered hit the point directly.

"I heard that the emperor has received the son of the heavenly king into the palace?"

"En." Wei Mingqi responded.

"The emperor is going to give a mansion, or build a new one for the son? I think the courtyard of King He Zhong used to be very good, and the courtyard is still empty, which is also in line with his status as a prince. If the emperor is willing, I will use it." pack it up"

"No need, let's stay in Tianhe Pavilion." Wei Mingqi said lightly after drinking a glass of wine without raising his head.

A murderous intent flashed across Yao Shuxiang's face, and then the gentle and shy Empress Yao smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

Wei Mingqi didn't look at him either, and said while drinking to himself: "Queen, you are taking too much care."

"Really?" Yao Shuxiang said with a slight smile: "Since I am a queen, I still have to ask about some things. I heard that the son of Prince Lintian hid in the Spring Wind Building in Zecheng before entering the palace. I want to know, Your Majesty." How did you get this tiger talisman?"

The wine glass in Wei Mingqi's hand was placed on the table with a bang, and the corners of his eyes were full of indifference: "Queen, you drank too much." After saying that, he got up and left.

The moment the wooden door opened, Empress Yao looked delicate, got up and saluted, and respectfully sent the emperor away.However, the moment the wooden door was closed, the silk beside her was tightly held in her hand, as if blood could be squeezed from it, the veins on the back of her hand stood out, her face was expressionless, but her eyes were full of murderous intent.

Wei Mingqi, Wei Mingqi, I knew from the first day I married you that you don't love me in this life, and I don't love you either, but for the glory of the Yao family, if I don't have any heirs, it's the result of all the hard work What's the use of the Queen's seat?

The red candles in the room were faintly visible, and the maid outside the swaying door hurriedly asked through the door: "Madam, do you want to change the lamp?"

"No need" said flatly, "I'm going to take a rest." As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew away the flickering lights, and the gray hazy moonlight sprinkled on the cold and fierce cheeks. The silk is torn severely, I must have a child.

The monks of Dingchan Temple sent several volumes of scriptures copied by hand. Wei Mingqi heard that He Youqi accidentally mentioned that Xiao Xin had been copying scriptures since he entered the Tianhe Pavilion.The outside of the palace separated by a wall seems like another world to him. The foreign princess sent by someone to flatter him, the daughter of a military hero who has repeatedly made military exploits, and the famous ladies brought in to appease the old minister. Countless beauties have sprung up on this palace wall. Among them, each one is budding and charming, but the emperor has rarely entered the harem since he took the throne, and even the emperor's figure is hardly seen in the queen's palace all day long. The news in the palace is like flying pigeons. What happened later, he would describe it exactly at that moment, and the old servant who served beside Xiao Xin taught him every word, without raising his head, Xiao Xin tightly held the brush in his hand, repeating it over and over again. He Youqi knew that he was still weak. Although the emperor had sent an imperial doctor to see him many times, he still had a problem of getting a fever when it rained. He had also privately advised him to write less. He always has his own excuses, sometimes it is for meditation, sometimes it is for the protection of Daliang, only under He Youqi's persuasive persuasion, Xiao Xin will smile helplessly, and bend his pretty eyebrows into a crescent-like shape , looking at a courtyard of maple leaves as red as the sunset, said lightly, the road ahead is long, and I always have to find something to do to pass the time.

Since Xiao Xin entered the palace, Wei Mingqi has never seen Xiao Xin. After many years, standing at the door of a remote and quiet courtyard, the emperor in dragon robes hesitated again and again, unable to take a step, and the scriptures in his hand became more and more clenched The tighter it was, a layer of sweat appeared in the palm of the hand, as if it was about to soak the scriptures.I have a bow and arrow in my heart that I can shoot myself into the small courtyard at any time, but my feet are like a thousand pieces of heavy iron, and I can't move.After staying for a long time, even Liang Yan above his head flew back and forth a few times before finally taking a deep breath, he still took a step forward, and as soon as he stepped into the small courtyard, he saw a man in green clothes as warm as jade under the shadow of the mottled trees under the sun. He was standing in the middle of the yard, looking up at the sky in all directions in a daze.

Wei Mingqi had imagined the scene of the reunion countless times since the day he brought Xiao Xin into the palace. However, when the man turned his face, the man in front of him was still as spotless as before, but his face was pale and powerless. For a moment, there was neither the joy of being in the Spring Breeze Building, nor the resentment and surprise as imagined.Only a pale face is set off by the bloody maple leaves all over the red wall, making it even more dull and colorless.

"Dingchan Temple sent some hand-copied scriptures..." Wei Mingqi, who hadn't spoken for a long time, was startled by his own voice, his heart was beating like a drum, his voice was hoarse, his breath was unstable, and his throat was dry and seemed to be on fire. burn.

At a distance of three or five steps, the man was calm and unhurried. He saluted without any haste, lowered his head and said calmly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

In the past, those eyes always bent into beautiful crescent moons as soon as he spoke, but now these dark eyes are like a bottomless pool of water, with no end in sight.

After all, everything has changed.

Yes, now that the country has changed, the name of the country has changed, the world has changed its master, and the villainous hero of the former dynasty has suddenly turned into a hot front-runner, what else has not changed?

"Yao'er..." He called softly, and the person who used to be dressed in moonlight and hair like a waterfall stood in front of him, but he no longer had the beautiful smile he used to have.

"The emperor has a bad memory. The minister is from outside the pass. His name is Xiao Xin. The emperor knew him before. He said: Xiao is the surname outside the pass."

"Yao..." just said a word, knowing that the person didn't like it, he changed his mouth again, "Xiao Xin, I haven't seen you for many years, don't you have anything else you want to say to me?"

Xiao Xin's face was gloomy, and he said respectfully: "The emperor is talented in martial arts, he knows people well, and he is a blessing to the country and the people."

Shaking his head helplessly, Wei Mingqi sighed softly. Flattery and flattery are what he hears the most every day in this palace. He didn't expect to hear the same thing when he came to Tianhe Pavilion: " Is there nothing else you want to tell me?"

"Where does the emperor think he is? You are a high-ranking emperor, and I am a minister who cares about you. What answer do you want to hear when you ask me this?"

"You said this before" that year was as cold as water, and the pear blossoms outside the window were full of blooming trees, and bursts of sweetness came in through the window, and the person in the red night bed propped his head on his hands and asked from top to bottom Him: Yaoer, do you like me?The person under him smiled slightly, his eyebrows were picturesque, his eyes seemed to be painted, and he said softly: "Where do you think you are?"Ask a brothel boy if he likes you, what answer do you think you can hear?

"You were not like this in the past." In the past, that person was as soft as water, but now he is as cold as ice.

"It wasn't the emperor who stood in front of me in the past." In the past, that person was gentle and considerate, joking and unrestrained, but now he is the Ninth Five-Year King, aloof.

Mostly everything has changed.

When Wei Mingqi left, Xiao Xin saluted respectfully, and even said a word of congratulations to the emperor, which was bland and tasteless, with no emotion, anger, sorrow, or love or hatred.

"I hope he hates me, at least let me know that he still has me in his heart."Wei Ming's hair was in a mess, the front of his clothes was soaked by the wine he had gulped down, his eyes were dazed and blurred, and there was a gloomy mist. The golden and shining Panlong high chair was leaned against his back, bent over, like a hopeless child. Sitting on the steps, only when facing He Youqi did he confide a few words of sincerity: "I knew that meeting him would break up unhappy, but I still couldn't help but want to find him."

Gently supporting the man's shoulders, the majestic and majestic emperor on the white hall, the loud-spoken emperor begged for drunkenness alone in the lonely night, the beauties in the harem were as beautiful as clouds, the empress was gentle, the sages were virtuous, and Wen Zhaoyi was too talented People, the noble concubine Deren, and the stunning princess of the Western Regions rehearse Hu Xuan dance after another all day long, but they don't know who to watch.Looking up, I saw the man's eyes were red and swollen as if they were about to ooze blood, the eye sockets were moist, and something was about to flow out of the eye sockets, but he endured it back.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't hate you, does he have to die?Wei Mingqi had also said this to He Youqi before, his fingers were deeply embedded in the man's shoulder, and when the words reached his mouth, he still couldn't say it, he just watched the man raise his head and drink sips.In the past, you said that someone robbed you, and you tried your best to get it back, but now you realize that there are still many things that are more painful than losing your life if you don’t get them.

The old servant in the Tianhe Pavilion hurried over with a tea bowl, and Wei Mingqi's favorite tea was brewed in it. In the palace, from princes, generals and ministers to eunuchs and maids, everyone knew that the emperor's favorite tea was green tea. The Hancui of Mount Hua, and the good tea that was tributed every year were all ignored, and all were rewarded to the court officials, leaving only the Hancui.Knowing that the emperor came here for a long time, he hurried to make tea when he saw the emperor entering the door, but who knew that when he came out, he could only see the back of the emperor in a dragon robe leaving lonely, and asked the people around him with a soft sigh: "My son?" Why don't you keep the emperor?"

"What should I leave him for?" He answered casually, but his hand was lingering on the few volumes of handwritten scriptures.

"The son misses the emperor"

The "presumptuous" Mr. Pianpian, who is as gentle as jade, didn't even show any signs of sternness when he got angry, but just said softly: "Don't say such things in the future."

The old servant in the Tianhe Pavilion was a servant who served in the mansion of Prince Wei Mingqi in the past. He had served in the mansion of Prince He'an for decades. It is not an exaggeration to say that he watched Wei Mingqi grow up. Wei Mingqi also regarded him as half an elder. The hand of He Youqi carefully transferred the old servant from the palace to serve Xiao Xin, because he was afraid that there would be too many intrigues in the palace, so that others would not feel at ease.

"This old slave has lived for decades and served the emperor for decades. This kind of thing can't be wrong." The old servant didn't stop because of Xiao Xin's "severe look", and then said: "My son still has the emperor in his heart. Day and night, this old slave heard you calling the emperor's name."

The scriptures in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and his pale face was like frost. He couldn't help biting the corners of his mouth with his teeth, his fingers trembling slightly, and the more force he put on his mouth, he was about to bite and bleed before he would stop.

"Why are you doing this?" The old servant bent down and picked up the Buddhist scriptures that fell on the ground, gently wiped the dust on them, put them back into Xiao Xin's hands, shook his head and turned to leave.

In those few days, Xiao Xin did always dream of the Spring Breeze Tower in Zecheng, dreaming that the old bustard was wearing a red gauze, and her water-blue skirt dragged to her feet. How did the young man treat you?I dreamed that Li Niang was lying in the arms of Mr. Huang whom she was thinking of, smiling at him with a pair of phoenix eyes. I dreamed that the fortune teller and storyteller sat under his window and whispered in his ear again. Seeing that the bullied Doudian grew taller again.In the past, all kinds of dreams were like illusions. In the dream, I don’t know if I returned to the Spring Breeze Building or I was dreaming. I stepped on the smoky wooden steps, pushed the door and entered my house. , eyebrows like distant mountains, a pair of dark and deep eyes raised slightly, and opened a folding fan with white jade fan bones on his chest. ...Xin Ran stepped forward, and also softly replied: Ming Qi... But he was pulled back by his own voice, opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding layout, the exquisite glass screen, the light-scented mahogany bed, and the phantom made in Jinzhou Tulle, this huge palace is resplendent and cold and stiff.

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