Imperial City

The leader of the guards who stayed behind gave a few instructions to his subordinates, carried the package on his back, hurried out of the palace, out of the Shenwu Gate, stepped on a tall black horse, and rode in the snowstorm all the way to Beihai Chanfu. At the foot of Siguanyue Mountain, it is only a cup of tea away from the palace.

Guanyue Mountain has been covered with heavy snow, and it is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the green appearance in spring can no longer be seen.Encountered many checkpoints along the way, people who come only show their badges, and all the guards recognize the badges of the Qianqing Palace and let them pass immediately.

The bells in Chanfu Temple on the mountainside are ringing endlessly, and the incense is indistinct.

In the main hall of the temple, in the Daxiong Hall, monks wearing blue cloth monk robes on the west side kneel and sit on dark yellow futons, with red wooden fish in front of them, and blurt out Buddhist scriptures with neat and orderly voices, solemn and solemn.

Yu Jia came here less than half an hour ago, just now the emperor entered Chanfu Temple, and it started snowing outside.The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and soon after the emperor came to the imperial temple, there was such auspicious omen, and he was indeed the emperor of the real dragon.

The courtiers, the royal family and relatives all knelt down to pay their respects. He congratulated the Emperor on the New Year's Eve. The Taoist Buddha saved the world, and he was able to recognize people with his eyes. It is the blessing of the great Chu to have this sage monarch.

The emperor only smiled when he heard it, and he didn't seem to care. If the Buddha can save the world, what would I do as a human emperor? His piety is only for others to see.

At this moment, the master abbot is cleaning his hands and saluting the emperor.

An Xihou was on the east side of the hall, looking out of the door from afar, she was really surrounded by whiteness, and the world was at a loss.

He glanced at the emperor not far away again.

The moon white (light blue) auspicious robes for offering sacrifices to heaven are embroidered with dragon patterns and patterns of twelve chapters on the robes, two dragons and four flying dragons are embroidered on the skirt, two flying dragons are embroidered on the shawl, and one dragon is embroidered on the sleeves.Twelve patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, Chinese insects, Fu, and Fu are all over the clothes and clothes, and the five-color cloud patterns are matched.

The son of heaven under the auspicious suit has broad shoulders and a long body, with a majestic demeanor. Under the cover of the twelve-pronged crown, his face is cold and stern, his eyes are deep, and he is invincible.

It's just that although the auspicious clothes are dignified and elegant, they can't keep out the cold and worry about people.

It is time to send someone back to the palace to fetch the black fox cloak.

An Xi called Wang Fugui who was waiting beside her, and whispered a few words.

After a while, a servant bowed and came out quietly from the crowd.

It's just a moment to turn back and forth.

"Master An." The servant bowed and called softly.

"Why are you back again?" Anxi was a little surprised.

"Responding to your words, someone came from the other side of the Qianqing Palace, saying that they were entrusted by Lord Wei to send some clothes for emergencies."

An Xi did not expect Wei Qi to be so careful and decisive. Although this incident seemed like a trivial matter, it finally alarmed the guards of Qianqing Palace.

If it is not handled well, where something goes wrong, it may be called the name of calling the emperor's forbidden army privately.

He sighed and glanced at the Emperor.

It's strange that this biting person refuses to let go, he is really likable, he is entrusting, not entrusting, let alone punishing, and his special status, not just a fourth-rank personal servant, if the Holy Majesty knew that he would It is inevitable to iron the post.

"Take the things, so that you can entertain people, send some auspicious things to thank, and ask him to run in the ice and snow." After all, it was his negligence. Just bring it on, there are many things to go out of the palace, so I left that black fox cloak for a while.

"Whoo."

"What was sent?"

"Responding to your words, this servant was in a hurry to reply to you, but I didn't take a closer look. It should be the newly made black fox cloak."

"Well. Our family knows, you can go."

"Whoo."

Anxi put the fly whisk in his arms, it was done, and one thing was settled.

He shook his head and sighed, the boy is clever, what a pity.

Looking up at the Buddha, Sakyamuni's gold-plated Buddha is more than three feet tall (more than ten meters), one foot wide, with a compassionate face and a solemn treasure, overlooking all living beings, and the emperor worships incense under the Buddha.

I just hope that the holy family can last longer, and recite scriptures and pray for comfort.

After half an hour, it's over.

Everyone sent them off in unison, and the emperor went out from the vermilion lacquered wooden door in the middle.

Heavy snow was blowing on the face, the cold wind was biting, the wide sleeves of the auspicious clothes were flying, and the hem was swaying, and the emperor was as motionless as a mountain.

Even the canopy failed to block the flying snow.

A servant came forward with a bundle, Wang Fugui took it, Anxi opened it, and the heat dissipated.

Two gold-plated copper Tang Pozi engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns were wrapped in a big cloak, their tentacles were still hot, Anxi sighed again.

Although Chanfu Temple is an imperial temple, after the emperor prayed, he had to rush back to the Chonghua Palace to start writing. In previous years, it was all in a hurry. The abbot master cultivated himself and was frugal, so he only prepared hot tea and ordered a charcoal basin to wait for his departure.

The Holy Majesty doesn't like to use things made by women like Mrs. Tang, and there is only charcoal burning in the Luanjia, and it is still parked in the house at the foot of the mountain. It is inconvenient to heat the expensive black fox cloak.

He took the cloak carefully, shook it off, the black fox fur was smooth and smooth, and the tentacles were soft, he stepped forward a few steps, stood on tiptoe and put it on for the emperor.

The latter turned his head, his eyes were flat, and he did not reveal the surprise in his heart.

"Your Majesty, it was delivered by that boy Wei Qi." He took two steps back and bowed.

After a moment's pause, he added another sentence: "The snow fell not long ago, and it was brought here."

Warmth enveloped the whole body, and the cloak was so thick that the strong wind could not blow it.

The emperor looked back, and at first glance, there were at least three layers of packages in Wang Fugui's hands, and there were two Mrs. Tang lying in the innermost.

"En." The emperor only answered this.

Anxi didn't know if he was satisfied, or if he committed a taboo.

He secretly raised his eyes and saw that the faces of the people in front of him had not changed at all, and it was hard to notice.

He bowed his head again, but he saw the broad palm of the emperor caressing the lining of the cloak.

The heart he was carrying finally fell back to his chest.

Yujia returned to Qianqing Palace, Wei Qi and others picked him up.

It was just a short journey from the gate of Qianqing Palace to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the emperor's body was covered with snowflakes.

The eyebrows and eyelashes are stained with white snow, which is also called a deep face.

The weather was urgent, Anxi was shivering from the cold, the emperor saw his distressed appearance, and told him to roll down and pack himself before serving.

The accompanying servants of Chanfu Temple all retreated first to adjust their appearance.

Wei Qi bit the bullet, and in a low voice ordered a group of servants to change clothes and take off the emperor's boots, clean their faces and serve ginger tea.

The emperor drank the ginger tea in one gulp, raised his eyelids and glanced at Wei Qi who was not far away.

He was dusting off the snowflakes on his cloak. The black fox fur was precious and could not be soaked in water for a long time, for fear of damaging the fur.

The movements are meticulous and neat, the eyelashes are lowered, the corners of the mouth are slightly pursed, the face is serious and focused.

The last doubt in the emperor's mind was also dispelled.

He secretly laughed at himself as suspicious: he is just a little slave, so why are there so many scruples, maybe he is just grateful for my kindness and wants to repay his favor.

The servant brought a copper basin filled with warm water, cleaned the emperor's boots and socks, and then left with the copper basin.

The servant in front of the imperial court filled the vacancy of personal service, and came forward with a red lacquer tray. Inside were white satin stockings with black satin tops and white satin bottoms with square-toed boots with bright yellow grass and dragon patterns.

But for a while, he only stopped in front of the Holy Majesty, not daring to move.

Wei Qi handed the black fox to the subordinates to warm it up, put his hands down, and glanced at the emperor, his face paled in shock.

Why do you want the Holy One to wait with bare feet!

The few personal servants left behind are all busy, and the court ladies are also in their auspicious clothes. The servants in the imperial study have never done this kind of personal work before, so they dare not rashly put on the emperor's boots.

In fact, most of them were pretending to be busy, and the matter of entrusting the guards to deliver the cloak to the emperor had not been mentioned before, and there was no sign of happiness or anger, so everyone dared not act like a bird.

Wei Qi quietly walked forward a few steps, took out the stockings and held the emperor's bare feet, with gentle movements, he put them on in two or three strokes.

The emperor opened his eyes, and just now he was fascinated by something, when he suddenly felt a warm touch on his feet.

Looking up, he saw him half kneeling in front of him, putting on his boots submissively and gently.

His white face was covered with sweat, his delicate nose was covered with small drops of water, his eyebrows were clear and his eyes were clear, and his expression was serious but made people feel a little strange.

He moved his fingers slightly and raised his arm.

Wei Qi was carefully putting on the only guitar boot left for him. He didn't do much of this, so he was extra careful.

The white moon swept across the eyes, and the rough and cool fingertips touched the face suddenly.

Wei Qi shuddered violently, and slowly raised his eyes.

The emperor's gaze was calm, imprinted with a blank Wei Qi.

The tassels of the jade pendant in his palm fell down and brushed against Wei Qi's neck, making his heart tremble with itching.

The latter lowered his eyes and did not dare to move.

One touch away.

The emperor said softly, "My hands are cold."

oh!It was cold hands.

Wei Qi's face flushed suddenly, he put on his boots twice, got up and said to the servant standing behind him, "Please go and get two Mrs. Tang."

"Whoo."

Please?The emperor secretly thought it was funny.

It wasn't until Wei Qi held the gold-painted red lotus pattern Tang Pozi and handed it to him that the emperor was a little surprised.

Wei Qi didn't move, and neither did the emperor.

Speechless for a while.

Not long after, the emperor took it and held it in his hand.

It's really warm, just...

He bowed his head, the color was too bright.

After finishing his clothes, Ji got up and walked outside.

"Go to Chonghua Palace."

It's almost time to start writing.

"Let's drive - Chonghua Palace!" Wei Qi imitated An Xi and howled.

But his voice is so loud that it only resembles Anxi in appearance, but not in spirit.

The voice was clear and clear, but it was too hard and tense, and it broke a little later.

The emperor held back and tried his best to maintain his majesty as an emperor.

Anxi and the others heard the commotion and rushed out to the side hall to wait.

"Anxi stays, and an old bone follows to get in the way."

"Whoo."

The emperor glanced behind him: "Wei Qi also stayed."

"Whoo."

Why did you ask me to stay again?Are you really not allowed to accompany the driver?

Yu Jia left again.

Only the two of them were left staring at each other.

Wei Qi suddenly said: "Grandpa, Happy New Year, Wei Qi wishes you a long life, happiness like the East China Sea, and all the best."

Anxi was both angry and happy: "If you don't cause trouble for our family, everything will be fine for our family."

Wei Qi choked, remembering what he had provoked in the past half a year, and said: "I know my mistake, I can't help you." His ears were burning red.

He said again: "The little one made two pairs of boots for you. The craftsmanship is rough, so please don't dislike them."

An Xi heard that he quietly made two pairs of boots for herself, and felt better. She snorted softly, and let the matter go: "You have been calm recently, and you have saved our family a lot of trouble."

Wei Qi greeted him immediately with a smile on his face: "Master An, you teach well. The younger ones just follow you to learn from time to time, but they only steal one or two points. They must not be compared with you."

In the past two days, he has received a lot of rewards and has taken the limelight, which may make Anxi feel uncomfortable, so he hastened to please him.

How can Anxi feel uncomfortable, if he were someone else, he would be unhappy, but Wei Qi is no better than others, he has been lying on the dragon couch, and now he knows how to measure, so it is not surprising that the Holy One likes him more.At my own age, I can't...

Cough, Anxi clears her throat, don't get too far.

After nearly two hours, Yu Jia returned.

Everyone picks up.

Taking advantage of the free time, the emperor went into the study to approve the papers accumulated in the past two days.

Not long after, the subordinate servants came to report and asked King Xian'an to see him.

An Xi stood behind her, her eyelids trembled, feeling uneasy.

The emperor said: "Xuan."

"Whoo."

King Xian'an of the outer court was inquiring about the news from the servant who was leading the way. He was like a thief, and asked the servant in a low voice: "Hey, I am asking you."

"My lord, tell me."

"These days, our Majesty has..." He lowered his voice even more.

"Oh, my lord, please stop talking."

The servant whispered, panicking in his heart, it turned out that it was the indifferent prince in front of him who provoked it.

"You are out and about, I don't know that we have had a hard time in the past few months. Your book killed a servant of the inner courtyard."

The waiter had a sad face, but it was hard to express his suffering, but he couldn't complain clearly.

King Xian'an was shocked and wanted to ask more questions, but the servant didn't dare to say more.