I know I was wrong

In October, the sky near the capital of Wei seemed to have been opened, and the rain became waterlogged.For a time, the people who were seriously displaced by the waterlogging all gathered in the capital, and for a while there were many refugees.

The aristocrats in the capital donated money to help each other, and the palace allocated a large sum of money, and directed Yan Qing to send his trusted ministers to the suburbs of Beijing for disaster relief.

So all the ministers are vying for each other, and they all want to compete for this good job-to be able to show face in front of the emperor, stand up in front of the people, and hold up their heads in front of the courtiers, why not? for?

It's just that everyone never expected that such a good job would end up on Yan Shirong's head.

Speaking of which, he is the emperor's younger brother, and he is also a prince, so he should be famous, and it is most appropriate for him to do this.

However, all the officials kept their faces secretive, "The sixth prince...can he do it?"

Someone saw the cooked duck fly away, and couldn't help saying bitterly: "That's right, has he ever been to court?"

"I've been there before." The author Nie Xing said back to them. Recently, he was editing "Wei History", so he was very clear about these matters, pinching his fingers and making calculations. Yan Shirong actually went to the Three Kingdoms, "That was in Jiaye The spring of the first year."

Everyone's thoughts were flying, and they seemed to recall those three days, which were really the most difficult and least serious days in the Great Wei Dynasty.

A group of people waited with bitter faces and shook their heads and sighed: "I remember! The sixth prince went to court, went to court..."

It just didn't go very well.

Yan Shirong was less than 16 years old when he came to court, which was the age when he loved beauty.Due to the impossibility of changing the court clothes, he worked hard on wearing them. After he did not go to court, it also set off a trend of young servants wearing flowers.

When he first went to the court, he found that the forces in the court were entrenched. If a minister proposed something, other ministers who would disagree would always stand up.The two sides are as naive as folk gangsters fighting for territory, but there are still many ministers who pretend to stand in line to show their loyalty.You belong to this party, and I belong to that party. Okay, then we will never communicate with each other, and tell your son to be careful when asking for a wife.

Yan Shirong liked people and kindness, so he set up a gambling altar under the old tree in front of the Anmin Hall, sent people to stop the passing veterans every day, and guessed whether the last person to go to court would wear jade or hang a sachet. Don't let people go.

People from the mansion reported that there were a lot of people guessing jade that day, so Yan Shirong was the last one to go up to the court with a sachet in his hand.If there are many people guessing the sachet, he will wear a piece of fine suet white jade around his waist.After all, he was the only one who dared to be late blatantly.But if there were as many people who guessed jade as there were people who guessed sachets, then Yan Shirong didn't wear any of them on this day, and wrapped a lotus around his waist, just like He Xiangu reincarnated.

In short, he made a lot of money in the first three days, and on the fourth day Yan Qing said in a golden voice: "You don't have to come."

All the ministers shouted Long Live, revealed their feelings, and complimented loudly: "The emperor is wise!"

Yan Shirong held the flower and tapped it lightly, with smiling eyes: "That's it!"

As soon as everyone heard that the Sixth Prince rounded up and took part in politics again, they couldn't help but recall the fear of being dominated by the gambling circle in front of the Anmin Hall five years ago.

And Yan Shirong was obviously the most surprised one, his face was already very pale, but after hearing Pingwang's announcement, his face became even paler.

Ping Wang said: "My lord, thank you quickly. Who is it not a good job to put this matter on? The emperor is thinking of you."

Yan Shirong closed his eyes and smiled lightly, and kowtowed to accept the order.

Ping Wang said again: "The emperor said, if you feel powerless, you can also ask the commander to accompany you to go."

Yan Shirong held the imperial decree tightly: "No need."

At this moment, the door was pushed open, Xue Cuo said, "I'll go."

Yan Shirong's pretty brows were deeply frowned: "No need."

Xue Cuo knelt down, took the imperial decree from Yan Shirong's hand, saluted and said: "I am willing to help the sixth prince to help the disaster together, thank the Lord for your kindness."

Pingwang glanced at the two kneeling on the ground quietly, looked at him carefully, and said with a smile: "Our family has to return to the palace to return to life, so the two of you will leave tomorrow. There is no need to send them off."

Pingwang returned to the palace to return to his order, the little eunuch said that the emperor was looking at flowers in the Hundred Flowers Killing in the Imperial Garden.

Baihuasha is the chrysanthemum garden. Now that the autumn wind is bleak, there are only bright purples and reds in the palace.

Yan Qing was busy with government affairs, so he seldom came to the imperial garden for leisure, but at the moment he was killing a lotus in flowers.

Although this flower is called Mohe, it still belongs to the chrysanthemum, but the color is dark purple, and the petals are flat and curved inward, just like a black lotus standing gracefully in a pool of leaves.

"Reporting to the emperor, as you expected, Commander Xue is willing to go with the prince to relieve the disaster."

Yan Qing nodded, he was gently stroking the petals of the black lotus, and suddenly asked: "What do you think it looks like?"

Pingwang observed carefully, "Return to the emperor, it is like a lotus."

"No." Yan Qing touched the petals all the way to the stem, "It's like a Sumeru flower."

Pingwang was startled, Xumihua is a taboo in this palace.Because the Sixth Prince was poisoned by flowers at that time, the emperor was furious and demolished the entire Sumeru Silver Flower Terrace, even the flowers in the surrounding imperial gardens were not spared.The third prince who poisoned him at that time had a tragic end, and even after Yan Qing succeeded to the throne, he did not let him go, but he hanged himself in the mansion in the first year of the new emperor's ascension to the throne.

Pingwang knew that Yan Qing was venting his anger for himself.

Yan Qing's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and the moment he opened his eyes, the flower stem was snapped off by his two fingers.I saw him throwing it away casually, and the ink lotus plant that had been taken care of so hard by the people in the Flower Palace turned into flower mud.

Yan Qing's hands were stained with dark red flower juice, and he didn't care at all, he just asked Ping Wang: "Has that matter been settled?"

Ping Wang nodded: "He heard that the emperor agreed to his benefits, so he agreed."

Yan Qing couldn't help but sneered: "Is he worthy?"

Ping Wang couldn't help but said: "That person can be regarded as an infatuated species."

"The infatuated one?" Yan Qing glanced at Pingwang, who knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly knelt down: "Damn the slave! The slave made a slip of the tongue!"

"No... I'm not going to convict you." Yan Qing paced leisurely, "I'm just thinking, who is more important to an infatuated species, love or fate."

Pingwang's heart was pounding, he had no choice but to follow Yan Qing and said: "That is fate..."

Yan Qing sneered, closed his palms, and fixed his eyes: "I want him to say it himself."

At noon the next day, Yan Shirong and Xue Cuo began to provide disaster relief.

There are more refugees than they imagined. They are hungry, cold, and unkempt, which is really pitiful.

Xue Cuo didn't want Yan Shirong to be so tired, so he asked him to rest in the tent.Yan Shirong coughed twice, but didn't respond, and handed out porridge to everyone with a spoon.

A refugee saw that the golden and precious prince in white fox fur was showing favor, and thought it was a fairy descending from the earth, so he paid homage to him with a steamed bun in his mouth.

One person knelt down, and the others kowtowed, "My lord is a thousand years old."

Yan Shirong was so frightened by their bowing that he just looked at Xue Cuo.

Xue Cuo stood beside him, stabilizing his figure slightly, and let everyone stand up.

After serving the porridge, he could finally rest, Yan Shirong stuck out his tongue quietly: "Why do they worship me?"

Xue Cuo pulled him aside, put his big hands around his wide sleeves, and held his cold hands: "Because Ah Yu is pretty."

Yan Shirong has been praised for being good-looking at such a big age, but today he blushed with embarrassment because of Xue Cuo's light-looking words.

He whispered, "You look good too."

Xue Cuo snorted when he heard the words, and gently rubbed Yan Shirong's palm with his hand.

The itching has been spreading to the heart.

At night, the two stayed in the tent.

The weather was getting colder day by day, Xue Cuo was afraid that Yan Shirong would not be able to bear the cold, so he put his cloak on him as well.

One black and one white match, Yan Shirong was shivering from the cold and laughed.

After laughing for a long time, he said in a weak voice, "You hug me."

The candlelight in the tent danced lightly on Yan Shirong's face, and Xue Cuo's heart beat extremely fast.He saw the shimmering light covering Yan Shirong's face, the cinnabar mole was shining brightly, the long eyelashes blinked slightly, and a row of shadows flickered.

Xue Cuo rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and stretched out his hand to wrap Yan Shirong in his arms, making Yan Shirong's head rest on his shoulder.

Yan Shirong didn't agree, "Hug me."

Xue Cuo just opened his arms towards Yan Shirong, but Yan Shirong rushed over by himself, wrapped his hands around Xue Cuo's neck, and hugged him tightly.

Xue Cuo was confused by this hug, his heart was filled with great warmth, and he also wanted to quickly pass the warmth to the person in his arms.

But Xue Cuo was very uneasy, always felt that this warmth would withdraw at any time, if this warmth disappeared, how could he survive this long winter alone?

He also tightened his hands around Yan Shirong, and found that the man seemed to have lost weight again, and his bones could still be felt through several layers of clothes.

He couldn't help but said: "Little prince...Little prince..."

Yan Shirong rubbed his face against his shoulder, and gave a soft "hmm".

Xue Cuo said in a deep voice: "I haven't had right and wrong since I was 17 years old. You are the only one in my heart. Even if you don't say it, I know you have me in your heart."

"Since there is me, then we have to live together, and die together. But if you dare to leave me to die alone, I will definitely pave the way for you with the bones of loyal courtiers. I will kill all of your prince's mansion Everyone, use their coffins as your sticks for exploring the way."

"I can do what I say, and you don't want to leave me."

Yan Shirong had never heard Xue Cuo talk so much at one time, and his line of tears wet Xue Cuo's shoulders. Fortunately, with such a posture and such thick clothes, Xue Cuo could not notice it.

Yan Shirong's heart beat fast because of these few words, as if nothing was important anymore.

His scruples, his fears, his love, his hatred, life and death, are not as real as being held in the arms of the person in front of him firmly.

After a long time, Yan Shirong said in a deep voice, "Okay."

"Really?" Xue Cuo wrapped Yan Shirong's fox fur more tightly.

Yan Shirong rubbed Xue Cuo's shoulder and smiled: "When did I ever lie to you?"

Xue Cuo thought, that's too much.

But what he said was: "Hurry up and let it snow."

Yan Shirong's body froze, remembering the appointment with the first snow that day.Yan Shirong yawned, Xue Cuo thought he was sleepy, raised his head and blew out the candle, changed positions, and the two lay down side by side.

Silent all night.

The author has something to say: I, Xie Hansan, are back again.

Let's forget about yesterday's broken update!I will send red envelopes to compensate in the comment area today, okay!

Why should I come out and be beaten?ah? !I want to beat Xue Cuo!