The return of the late emperor

The night is as cool as water, the windows and doors of the east attic are wide open, and the candlelight is shining brightly in the room.

Ren Ming stood by the table, leaned over slightly, dipped in the ink, and swiped neatly on the paper.It can be seen that the man with clear eyebrows in the painting is a man with a very beautiful complexion holding a child, but the one he repainted repeatedly is just a blur, vaguely looking like a baby.

The ink stains were deep and shallow, and his face became paler. Against the vermilion stained on his bitten lips, he looked extremely beautiful in the night.

Gu Xiaochao did not know when he came to Ren Ming's door, knocked on the door lightly, waited for a while, saw that the door was bright, sighed softly, pulled out the hairpin from his head, inserted it into the crack of the door and pried it off. Lock the door, step inside.

Ren Ming turned his head, was taken aback for a moment, and smiled again: "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" The moonlight penetrated from behind him, and the chill seemed to be tangible, wrapping him like fog, and the room was brightly lit. His face became more and more blurred.

"I was a little worried about you at first. After all, I'm going to see you tomorrow..." Gu Xiaochao raised his hand and scratched the bun on his head, and muttered, "However, seeing you smile just now, I think I was thinking too much."

Ren Ming smiled without saying a word, turned around slowly, and continued to paint.

Gu Xiaochao curled his lips, thinking that the person surnamed Qu was still guarding in his room, so he simply went to a chair beside him and sat down.

I don't know how many hours passed, I only know that it was a long time, so long that there was a twilight in the sky, and the room was silent.

Ren Ming suddenly said: "Now that I think about it, he is actually good in everything, but his eyes are not very good. The Kong brothers have known him longer than I, Kang Yongjia is purer than me, Changsun Qiyi is more sincere than me, and they are all better than me. good……"

"Yes." Gu Xiao nodded to his head, dozing off, and subconsciously responded.

Ren Ming knew that the person in front of him didn't understand what he was saying at all, so he was more comfortable speaking, so he continued: "I always thought that the blood feud between me and him was the Yan family's blood feud, but it wasn't. How should I put it, thinking about it, I don't have that deep love for Yan Qingwei, what I resented more at the beginning was that he used force to force me into the palace."

"Oh." Gu Xiaochao tried his best to hold his eyelids, but failed, and fell to the side again in a daze.

"Later, I actually knew the secrets of the entanglement between his father and the Yan family, and I also understood that he forced me into the palace to protect me, but..." Ren Ming smiled relieved, "How can I admit that I have everything?" His resistance and hatred came from a misunderstanding, how can I admit that even with this misunderstanding, I still fell in love with him."

"Hmm." Unconsciously still making a nasal sound in response, Gu Xiaochao has completely crouched on the chair.Someone quietly entered the door, nodded to Ren Ming, bowed and picked up Gu Xiaochao and exited the East Pavilion.

Ren Ming watched them leave with a smile, and returned to the table after a while, picked up the painting he had just made, and murmured: "But, I am so timid, I want to ask him when I see him, even if those people have It's good in every way, but I'm bad in every way, this time, is he still willing to choose me." He exhaled lightly, and gently wiped away the crystals from the corners of his eyes, "If you don't want to..."

That's fine too.

However, if there is an afterlife, you must wait for me to find you.

……

Inside the Qinzheng Hall.

The teacup was replaced over and over again, the sandalwood incense was wafting, and the fragrant mist swirled towards the person lying on the desk.

After returning from the market that day, Changsun Qiyi never saw Ming Ke again.

His eyes fell on stacks of memorials, most of which had already been written by Sikong Mingyu, and those dry ink stains made Changsun Qiyi feel irritable for no reason.He was not attached to the throne, so he could give it up to Mingyu immediately, but in this way, it seemed that the courtiers acquiesced to the relationship between the two of them in the future, and those gangsters were not afraid of the world's jokes and violating human relations.

The attendant at the side saw Changsun Qiyi staring at Zhezi in silence for a long time, his face was dark and hostile, and he couldn't help shivering.

"When will the Regent enter the palace?" Changsun Qiyi casually picked up a booklet and randomly crossed out Mingyu's approval letter with a red pen.

The attendant was apprehensive when he heard the words, so he had to carefully consider: "Whenever your Majesty and King Changle make an appointment, it should be."

Throwing the notebook aside, there was a rustling sound from the pile of memorials, Changsun Qiyi lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "You don't need to be so perfunctory, guess your prince is drinking tea in my Fengwu Palace right now."

……

In Fengwu Palace, the fragrance of tea really wafted.

"Qu Da, do you still remember what you promised me? If you can't remember, I don't mind helping you recall the memories." Mingyu held the sapphire cup, gently lifted the lid of the cup and slowly skimmed the tea foam, looking at Mingyu. Ke, with a half smile but not a smile, but his eyes seemed to be poisoned.

"Remember, little one, isn't this letting His Majesty relax his vigilance?" Min Ke rattled the chain on his body, "The little one is sincerely doing things for the prince, and when the matter is completed, I only hope that the prince will not let the young one down." Just throw it aside." After saying that, he chuckled lightly, like spring blooming after winter, more and more charming.

The blackness in Mingyu's eyes was getting thicker, and the veins in the hand holding the teacup were bulging, and she unconsciously said what was in her heart: "This face is really disgusting, just looking at it makes me feel bad."

"My lord seems to really hate your brother." Ming Ke paused, then asked casually.

Mingyu's face froze, expressionless: "Perhaps this king shouldn't just give you the medicine to control the lower part, but you should also take care of your good mouth."

"My lord came to see me today, it's impossible to teach me a lesson." Min Ke had a bitter face, and suppressed all the subtle expressions he had just impulsively asked.

Mingyu snorted coldly: "There is someone who wants to see you, so be careful, that person is not as generous as this king and can tolerate your nonsense."

"Oh?" Ming Ke raised his eyes, pretended to be very interested, and said with a flattering smile: "Is it convenient for the little one to know who is the nobleman?"

Mingyu tilted her head in disgust, not wanting to see that face make such an inconsistent expression, and said coldly: "I really don't want your tongue anymore? I'm just disgusted by your face, who sees it?" , may not necessarily do anything."

He slightly accentuated the last sentence, Min Ke's mind was sharp, and he had already heard the implication, and his heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show any anxiety on his face, and said with a leisurely smile, "Then I'll wait for your honor."

After sending Mingyu away, Ming Ke sat down wearily, and kept pressing his forehead with his fingers, it really was the eldest grandson Jue.

His good father!

The author has something to say:

Another short chapter. In fact, I have written a lot today, but I feel that the conflicts are not written enough, and it is too bland, so I will not put it up for now. After the revision, I will add more during the day.