This is the country in exchange for ministers

After the festival, Shen Pan took Feng Lian to Jing'an Courtyard.

Shen Qing was lying down to take a nap under the grape arbor in the yard, and the sunlight behind the house in autumn was blocked by the tall and burly Shen Pan.

"I have to see the third prince again." Shen Pan sighed, with a solemn face, sitting on Shen Qing's rosewood couch, looking down at Shen Qing.

"Why did you see him again?" Shen Qing rolled his eyes, turned sideways and did not want to look at Shen Pan.

"There is something on the left." Shen Pan tugged at his sleeve, trying to pull him over.His third uncle is really too capricious.If you feel uncomfortable at all, you will show your face to others.

"What trivial matter? Do you have to come to me?" Shen Qing ruthlessly brushed off his hand, twisted his waist, his face froze in an instant, and even lost the strength to push Shen Pan's hand.

"What?" Shen Pan frowned as he looked at his third uncle's pale and green face.

"It's okay." Shen Qing gritted his teeth.After a pause, he hit Shen Pan on the back of his hand with one hand, supported his waist, and lay back leisurely.

"Backache?" Shen Pan was taken aback, looking at his third uncle's secretive expression, thinking about the live erotic palace he saw one day. . . . .

Shen Pan, who had realized the truth in an instant, blushed and stood up abruptly, not even daring to lift his head.

He understood, in the previous life, he often helped Ming Qiong's narrow waist and rubbed it for him.

After all, men are different from women.

"You know a lot." Shen Qing, who was still ashamed just now, looked at Shen Pan's face that was redder than his, and sneered.He said coolly to his nephew.

Shen Pan looked dull, but knew how to read words and expressions.

"He's too careless." Shen Pan was embarrassed, and being teased by Shen Qing, he murmured for a long time before saying anything.

Didn't Ming Qiong rub her back pain by herself?It's just that his third uncle didn't get the same treatment as him. The third prince took advantage of it and stole it. It's kind of unkind to not even comfort him the next day.

"Why don't you pay attention?" Shen Qingwo yawned while lying on the imperial concubine's couch.Feeling that the autumn sun is not too hot, she covered her body with a thin red brocade patterned gold silk blanket.

"Isn't Zuo justifiable, getting together once in a while is better than your third uncle who misses you every day and stays alone in an empty room?" Shen Qing smiled and said it casually, the bitterness in those words was bitterer than bitter melon.

"Just like him that much?" Shen Pan also wanted to smile, but couldn't open his mouth when he saw his third uncle's appearance.

No matter how kind-hearted he is, he is still a mortal. If he is really able to turn the tide in this life, the third prince will really become a great treasure, and his third uncle can still enter the palace. Can he become a male concubine?Ningguo's national style is not open. If he really dares to do so, this alone will make the third prince never stand up.

Shen Pan wanted to ask if Shen Qing had ever thought about their future, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth.His third uncle's face froze, and his already pale face became even more lifeless today.

How can I ask?In vain to poke the window paper.How smart is his third uncle?How can you not see through?I'm afraid I have seen it through, but I just don't want to plan ahead.

Shen Pan regretted a little, just like he said inadvertently just now, "I like him so much?" It was of no use except to be smart enough to trouble the third uncle.

Shen Pan looked at Shen Qing apologetically.Suddenly I feel that third uncle is also a poor person.Behind his back, he devoted himself to that person, but it was to push that person further and further away from him.

"It doesn't matter." Shen Qing closed his eyes, leaned back on the couch, and shivered from the cold when the breeze blew. "As long as he has me in his heart."

He never asked to be with him forever.That year when Shengshang paid a private visit to Weifu, Wenyuan praised him for his excellent literary skills.On the spot, he named himself as the top grade, and hand-picked his own royal horse.How proud of myself was I at that time?All the dignitaries and common people in the city fell upstairs to watch him patrol the streets and praise him for his beauty.

But he was arranging flowers in his temple hair, riding a horse through the streets, among the bustling people, he was the only one who saw the third prince standing on the tower.

I just feel that the man's face is like a crown of jade, and his pair of phoenix eyes are warm and beautiful.Tell him to look a few more times.

It wasn't until he dismounted from the horse and went to the tower to thank the emperor that he was the current third prince.

The man was wearing dark clothes, with his hands behind his back, standing calmly on the tower.Liu Guang waved, but smiled at him. "I heard that today the Holy Majesty appointed a high-ranking son, but I never thought that he is such a handsome gentleman with a bright moon and a shining spring." The man glanced at it with a smile. The noble ladies of the gang should be a little bit more glamorous.

"It's not as good as the third prince, and Bai Meisheng looks back and smiles, but she's completely ashamed." He suddenly wanted to tease him.

We all know that the third son of the Yasukuni Mansion never suffers. If someone "praises" him, if he doesn't "praise" him back, it will really be a waste for that person to keep looking at him.

Sure enough, that person probably had never heard such bold and frivolous words.The man was stunned for a moment, his jade-like cheeks turned into pale pink peach blossoms in spring.

"How can it be so?" Ming Chen stared into his eyes and murmured.

"So what?" He chuckled lightly.With eyes full of pride.Slowly walked past him, and went to the highest point of the city tower to give thanks.

"That's it. Presumptuous." The man turned around in a daze, his brows were shy and his expression was in a trance.

Everyone in the world rumored that the third prince was elegant and clear, but no one knew that he was so thin-skinned.

From then on, I can always meet by chance every now and then.

That day on the city tower, he had humiliated him, so he always wanted to bully him back.

We've gotten to know each other a few times.

The man was always serious, with a look of indifference and indifference.

But who knew that if he lost a chess game in private, he would allow himself to put a picture on his beautiful face?Would you roll up your sleeves and wrestle with yourself?Will he overturn the wall because of his angry words, make amends, and plead guilty to him?

Under the burning peach blossoms, I will be drunk and hazy.Pouting his lips, he stubbornly insisted on calling him "Chongming"?Chongming is not the third prince, nor is it Mingchen.

Under the peach blossoms that year, the patches were mottled, and the blossoms bloomed brightly.He was drunk, and his curled eyelashes were distinct.Under the shade of pink flowers and green, the sunlight scattered little by little, illuminating the man's lips like moist and transparent peach petals.

Peach blossoms fell, brushed his lips softly and lightly, and landed on his moon-white skirt without making a sound.

But he wished he could become that falling peach blossom.Even if it falls into mud, it can brush against that person's lips and touch that person's drunken face flushed from alcohol.

He really became a peach blossom.Wiping it lightly, he stepped back abruptly and tasted his salivating lips.

The man leaned on the peach blossom tree and slept soundly, and the dishes were too beautiful and delicious.

I don't know when there was a ripple in my heart. The friendship between gentlemen should be as plain as water, but he tasted the sweetness that shouldn't be there in the friendship like water.

That day he returned home in a hurry, even if that person invited him solicitously in the future, he would never go out easily.

Suddenly there was such a deep bond between them, but suddenly, he retreated and became nodding acquaintances with him again.

It would have been fine if he hadn't refused to accept the order.

In the south study room, he knew that the eldest princess in pink clothes stood behind the screen.He knew that the emperor intended to favor him.But when he really heard that the emperor was going to give him a marriage, he still thought of that man's handsome eyebrows, moist lips, and seductive amorous feelings under the peach blossom tree that day.

He must be crazy.

After all the romantic writing, the eldest princess was born of the same mother as that person, and he saw the eldest princess's eyebrows and eyes similar to his, but he couldn't arouse even a trace of affection.

Only when that person frowns and smiles, a wave of blue water springs into his heart.

He said he was crazy, but he never thought that someone was crazier than him.

He knelt outside Qianqing Palace, just watched him rushing in like that, and listened to his head being smashed by the emperor's inkstone.The palace people knelt down on the ground, but the man smiled, watching his own sister shedding tears on the back of his hands speechlessly and sadly.

After all, the eldest princess begged for love for herself.

The man forced his own sister to spare himself because of the reputation of the eldest princess.

The horse was galloping, and he was pulled on the horse as soon as he came out of the palace. On the pasture outside Beijing, his horse flew freely and made a noise.

"My imperial sister is gentle and dignified, how can I not be worthy of you? You want to offend Shengyan and damage my imperial sister's reputation?" The horse neighed, and the man's cold voice did not have a trace of ups and downs, and his calmness made his heart tremble.

"The eldest princess has a beautiful heart, so how can she be worthy of it?"

"Shen Zhisu, do you know that when you speak insincerely, your eyebrows will be raised high?" Ming Chen wrapped his arms around him, and his gentle and delicate eyes swept sharply.

"I don't know." The blood on Ming Chen's head was thrown onto his shoulder in a jolt, and the deep red burned his eyes.

"Why bother?" He patted the horse.

"Why are you bothering?" His eyes were sour, but he suddenly wanted to shed tears.His heart is pleasing to the king, but he dare not let the king know.If he wasn't the third prince, if it wasn't Ming Chen, even if it was someone else, he would dare to rob him by force, and he would hide him at home without caring about the eyes of the world.

But he is Ming Chen, the current third prince who can only hide in his heart with great power and influence.

"Zuo can't look at you, force yourself." Before he knew it, he had reached the remote end, Ming Chen reined in his horse, his eyes were deep. "I'm not willing to let myself just look at you like that, and walk farther and farther away from me."

"Under the peach blossom tree that day, are you serious?" Ming Chen smiled wryly.She flicked the whip with one hand, touched his lips lightly, and stroked it carefully.

"If it's serious. Quality." Ming Chen looked at him with a smile, only his eyes were black and bright. "Would you like to have fun with me?"

"The end of the world is so close, and so close is the end of the world. Even if it is impossible, I want to be with you. Give it a try."

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hold head high.I'm really sorry. T^T Our school assessment review.I've been making up homework for the past few nights.Wrote until 01:30 last night.Oops sorry sorry.Don't give up.mwah.Thank you.Love you guys