Come on, Your Highness

It was snowing heavily outside, and the north wind was howling, but the warm pavilion in Qingzheng Hall was as warm as spring.

Emperor Tiangan's body leaned forward slightly, his eyes were concentrated, he held the pen with his arms hanging, and practiced big characters.

Eunuch Huang is like a wallpaper statue, he doesn't breathe, for fear of disturbing the emperor's last penny.

When the nib of the pen slowly left the paper to reveal the tip of the pen, Emperor Tiangan couldn't help smiling, obviously he was quite satisfied with the writing.

"Okay." Suddenly there was a cheer from beside him, "Father's vertical stroke is like a sword out of its sheath, hiding its edge. Looking at this word again, it is as steady as a mountain, seemingly unshakable. The combination of the two is like... um ,like……"

Emperor Tiangan squinted over, waiting for Xiao Hong to continue his nonsense.

The ink in Xiao Hong's stomach was already a shoal, and when he saw the bottom in a blink of an eye, he didn't feel embarrassed, so he gave a thumbs up, and said imposingly, "Massive, so majestic! No matter how much my son learns, he can't learn this domineering aura!"

Eunuch Huang finally couldn't help it, turned his head to cover his mouth and laughed sullenly.

Emperor Tiangan shook his head, he was not at all happy to be praised, instead he talked in a cliché almost helplessly, "Hong'er, I have been with Xichao for six years, at least I got a bit of book ink, don't look empty, You missed the bottom line in less than three sentences."

"I know, I know, my son doesn't know much about this, and if he plans to practice it for a few more years, he will definitely improve." A few years is not enough, a lifetime is not enough, Xiao Hongxin said.

Regarding the thick skin of the eldest son, Emperor Tiangan had nothing to say. He put down his pen and asked, "Come here early in the morning to show your hospitality. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Xiao Hong started laughing, went to the table, brought the teapot over, put it on Emperor Tiangan, and presented it respectfully with both hands, and said with a very demanding smile: "Isn't it just to be a son if you greet your father?" It should be done, you can’t lose this filial piety because of the heavy snow outside and the biting cold wind, can you?”

Xiao Hong specially increased the volume in bad weather, making it even more difficult.

Emperor Tiangan frowned and pondered for a moment, then he said kindly: "It makes sense, your filial piety is commendable, I am very pleased, since I have asked you, go back if you have nothing to do."

How could Xiao Hong leave so smoothly? He leaned forward and helped Emperor Tiangan to sit down, "Then what, filial piety is filial piety, my son has something else I want to ask you."

"Small thing?"

"No, it's a big event, a lifelong event."

Emperor Tiangan paused for a moment, and then suddenly realized, he smiled jokingly, and took a deep look at Xiao Hong, only to see that the latter was looking at him expectantly.

Emperor Tiangan unhurriedly held on to the lid of the teacup and swiped the tea leaves in the cup, took a sip unhurriedly, and said: "It's a big event in life..."

"Yes, yes, father, give your son some instructions, which one do you like?"

This is what a boy who is about to get married should behave, but thinking of the boy's indifference that day, Emperor Tiangan couldn't help showing off, "Didn't you say it doesn't matter?"

"Ah, why do you bother with me? My son is just shy and embarrassed." Xiao Hong lowered his head shyly.

Emperor Tiangan touched the back of his hand subconsciously, smoothing away the goosebumps that had fallen.

Probably Xiao Hong also felt that he was sorry for the word shy, so he hung up his smile again, walked around behind Emperor Tiangan, began to rub his shoulders and beat his back, and said coquettishly: "Which girl, please tell me, my son is good!" Go get ready."

Tian Qiandi was amazed, "What are you preparing for?"

Of course she was confused!

"Meet me by chance. I'll go and see what that girl looks like. I don't want her to be too shabby. I think your son, Yushu Linfeng, is chic and suave, so he should be worthy of a beauty."

Xiao Hong said proudly, but after he finished speaking, he was reprimanded by Emperor Tiangan, "Nonsense, marrying a wife and a virtuous person, just talking about beauty is what a gentleman does, and there are no rules."

Xiao Hong tapped him on the back and didn't say a word, which shows that he didn't agree with it. Emperor Tiangan couldn't help laughing angrily, and said: "What an idiot, what kind of color do you think about now, you should think about the power behind your wife, in the court, Somebody has to help you. As for the beauties, they will be concubines and maidservants in the future."

Xiao Hong didn't pay attention to the words behind, but his eyes moved in the front.

"Father, are you being too kind to me, my son doesn't even dare to think about it." Xiao Hong stood behind Emperor Tiangan, unable to see his expression clearly.

"You, it's good to know, don't make me angry in the future, and do your errands well." Emperor Tiangan patted his hand on his shoulder lightly after speaking, as if everything was in silence.

This made Xiao Hong's heart ache slightly, even though he had made up his mind, the emperor's love still made him feel guilty.

He suppressed his unbearable feeling, and said in a cheerful and sly tone: "Should I remind my father? I am always ready to shed my blood for you, but my son still wants to beg you in a small way."

"Say."

Xiao Hong clasped his hands, licked his face and went to Emperor Tiangan, begging: "Let me meet, I have a solid foundation in my heart."

Eunuch Huang sent Xiao Hong out of the main hall of the Qing Dynasty, Xiao Hong walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Eunuch, have you seen Miss Wang?"

Seeing Xiao Hongruo's casual look, Eunuch Huang couldn't help thinking for a moment, then smiled and replied: "I have never seen this before, but Your Highness, when did the Emperor not agree to your request?"

Xiao Hong also laughed, then winked at Eunuch Huang, "Thank you."

After the sixth day, He Xichao devoted himself to intensive training again.

The place where they trained was Xiao Hong's Zhuangzi. In the early years, it was the empress dowry. The place was secluded, with beautiful scenery and no one disturbed. It was very suitable for closed training.

It wasn't until the Lantern Festival that he showed kindness and gave everyone half a day off.

The scholars all left one after another, and He Xichao still had lessons to prepare, so he didn't leave.

Luo Li and Fang Jun wanted to stay and accompany them, but they were sent back by He Xichao, "They are all people with families, so go back and accompany your wife and children. I'm single, it doesn't matter."

As soon as these words were said, both of them said goodbye in embarrassment.

Luo Li said: "Mr. also...go back earlier, in the evening...there will be lights, lantern festivals."

"Yeah, I heard that there will be a float and dragon dance at this lantern festival, which is more interesting than previous years. My husband is only 13 years old. It's time to join in the fun. Maybe we can meet again."

He Xichao waved his hand, "Understood, I'll go back when I'm done here."

The Lantern Festival is lively, but He Xichao is not a child, so he doesn't have so many expectations.

Besides, being alone is lonely no matter how busy the surroundings are, and Xiao Hong is not around...

Thinking of him, He Xichao couldn't help pursing his lips, showing a slight smile, and muttered: "That idiot, even a lantern would catch fire."

He remembered that one year, Concubine Shu's concubine proposed to hold a lantern festival in the palace, so that Emperor Tiangan could make a splash and select the most beautiful lanterns, and the emperor agreed.

He Xichao lacked interest, but Xiao Hong was in high spirits, so the palace servants took bamboo sticks, ropes, and paste to prepare for doing it by themselves, and also assigned He Xichao a task of painting lampshades.

Poor He Xichao's handicapped Danqing, how can he draw any pictures of landscapes and beauties, even the lotus flowers in the painting only look like leaves, but although it is ugly, it is a piece of paper after all.

Xiao Hong's lampstands are interesting. Others' lanterns are round or oval. He is beyond art and has no rules.

When He Xichao had finished gluing the lampshade with him, the painting on it was even more appalling. Fortunately, this guy was not too ugly, and he planned to take it out to embarrass himself.

But fortunately, before leaving the Jing'an Palace, the candle stuck to the bottom fell due to uneven force, and caught fire all of a sudden, this four-faced image, He Xixiang heaved a sigh of relief.

The scene of Xiao Hong lamenting is vivid in his memory. He Xichao doesn't know why he still remembers it so clearly. It's probably the sentence - "Xichao, it's a pity that your painting is gone."

He couldn't remember what He Xichao was feeling at that time, but if Xiao Hong were to make lanterns now, he felt that he must draw a picture for him.

It's a pity that this kind of opportunity is probably gone, and the one who will paint for him in the future must be the one next to the pillow.

It's a wonderful thing to think about it and make a joint lantern together.

Thinking of this, He Xichao felt that he would not be able to write the lesson plan in his hand today.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the resentment and loss that Xiao Hong felt when he suddenly heard that he was going to get engaged, but he was an adult and would not ask Xiao Hong to cancel the marriage unreasonably.

Besides, is this something that can't be done if you don't want to get married?

He Xichao sneered, not to others, but to himself, that self-pity came from nowhere.

After that, he got up to pack his desk and prepared to go home.

During the Lantern Festival, my mother is lonely by herself, and she should go back to accompany her.

When he went out of the room, he found that the sky had darkened, as the days in winter are always so short.

He closed the door and ordered casually: "Ah Fu, prepare the car and go home."

There was no answer around him, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned around immediately, only to see a person standing in the corridor holding a lantern.

Xiao Hong...

The lamp in Xiao Hong's hand was really dark, it seemed that the paper was too thick to cover the light, so He Xichao didn't notice him immediately.

At this moment the snow has stopped, today's snow is not heavy, only a thin layer has accumulated on the ground, but He Xichao still noticed with sharp eyes that Xiao Hong's dark cloak and shoulders were dark and wet.

Seems like it's been a long time coming.

He didn't know why Xiao Hong would rather stand in the snow than come into the house to look for him. Could it be that he was afraid of disturbing him?But Xiao Hong has never been so shy about him.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in, He Xichao couldn't help but sneezed and shrunk his neck.

Then he heard footsteps walking in, and the dark cloak was draped over his body, only to hear Xiao Hong displeased: "Why are you wearing it so thin?" Although there were complaints, it was more of worry and heartache .

The cloak was thick and carried Xiao Hong's body temperature. Once put on, it seemed as if the whole person was warmed up through the cold of ice and snow.

"There is a charcoal basin in the house. It's not cold, so I forget it when I go out." He Xichao couldn't take it off and didn't plan to return it to Xiao Hong, so he asked, "What's the matter with you? Are you going to make ice sculptures outside without going inside the house?"

However, Xiao Hong said in a low voice: "Xi Chao, today is the Lantern Festival, I want to stay with you."

In an instant, He Xichao felt that the depression just now disappeared.

Xiao Hong hadn't seen He Xichao for more than ten days since they separated in the second day of junior high school, and Si Nian was also afraid of seeing him.

Until today's festive season, the desire to miss outweighed the timidity, and he finally came.Thinking that even if he could only see He Xichao's silhouette under the moonlight, he would feel very at ease.

He pretended to be as young and ignorant as before, and expressed his heart with the most sincere and direct words. He felt that He Xichao would definitely treat him the same way as before, a childish boy who couldn't do without his partner.

That's good, he can express his feelings unscrupulously.

However, the state of mind and emotions are different, and He Xichao, who has been together day and night for six years, still immediately feels that Xiao Hong is different, which actually makes him a little nervous.

At this moment, a footstep hurriedly approached, and Ah Fu's figure appeared in their sight.

"Master, are you going home?" Ah Fu took a closer look after speaking, and found that there was another person beside He Xichao, "Ah, His Royal Highness is also here."

Ah Fu's arrival broke the strange atmosphere, and He Xichao subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and asked, "Are you going back to the palace? Have you already released the key?"

"I begged for grace, it doesn't matter if I go back later." Xiao Hong looked at He Xichao, pursed his lips and said, "It's fine if you don't go back."

"Then how can it be, tomorrow will be the first court meeting in spring, and we must go."

Xiao Hong nodded and said, "Okay, listen to you."

He Xichao felt that he was a bit disappointed with the simple promise, so he changed the subject: "But since we're out tonight, are we going to celebrate the Lantern Festival? Fang Jun said that the temple fair is very lively, even more lively than in previous years."

Xiao Hong agreed.

Xiao Hong doesn't care if the Lantern Festival is hot or not, he just wants to be with He Xichao.

But when they squeezed into the crowd, always worrying about being scattered by the flow of people, he suddenly liked the hustle and bustle.

At this moment, he can hold He Xichao's hand firmly, without caring about other people's eyes, and He Xichao can also hold him tightly, as long as he turns his head, he can see that person is following him.

There was a lot of voices and crowds, they couldn't hear each other's words at all, and there was no other way to go except to leave each other with the same heart.

This gave Xiao Hong an illusion, as if facing all the voices of opposition, they still stood by each other and would never leave.

The large-scale temple fair in the previous life, under the lighting and sound effects, would only look better than now, and the singing, dancing and juggling would be more exciting, but today He Xichao enjoyed watching it very much.

The surroundings are crowded, and there is always someone guarding him to prevent collisions, and there is always someone who is beside him when he looks up. This feeling makes him cherish and nostalgia.

It was not until late at night that the two left as the crowd dispersed.

Xiao Hong sent He Xichao all the way back to Duke Wei's mansion. Before getting off the carriage, He Xichao suddenly said: "The old lady should already know about the marriage in Duke Liang's mansion. I think she can refuse it when she goes to appreciate the plum blossoms of Princess Liyang."

Once He Xichao made up his mind, he acted very quickly. Xiao Hong was not surprised, but he was not very happy. On the contrary, the deep sense of guilt made his heart ache slightly.

He secretly clenched his fists, forcing himself to say word by word: "Xi Chao, father has already chosen someone..." He didn't dare to look up at He Xichao, and even turned his face sideways before finishing the next sentence , "It's Wang's daughter."

He Xichao opened his eyes, and suddenly frowned as if feeling unwell, as if he was hit by a sudden sadness in his heart, it hurt very much.

As if it had been a long time, but only for a moment, he came back to his senses and said in a happy tone: "That's really great, it seems that the emperor really loves you very much, this is the most beneficial choice for you! Your Majesty Your family is here, and you have Mrs. Xie who seems to be upright but is actually biased towards you, cousin, you will go very smoothly in the court, even if the promotion of border trade will encounter much less resistance when the time comes."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to hold his heart, and congratulated, "Congratulations cousin, you have taken another step closer to your goal."

Xiao Hong raised his head suddenly, looked straight at He Xichao, with a seemingly fierce but inwardly unwillingness, he seemed to be looking for something on He Xichao's face, but in the end he could only find disappointment in that happy face.

Wishful thinking is always the most painful. He scratched his head irritably, and He Xichao was puzzled and worried at the same time, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crazy?"

Xiao Hong put down his hands, wiped his face, as if to wipe away all the contradictions and entanglements, and said to He Xichao: "Xichao, I should persuade you not to refuse this marriage, but I can't do it, you wait for me, Let me try harder, okay?"

He Xichao stared, and quietly clenched his hands on his knees. He seemed to understand, but also didn't seem to understand what Xiao Hong meant, but he didn't ask what it was.

"Is that okay, Xi Chao...give me some courage." Xiao Hong asked again almost pleadingly.

He would not tell He Xichao about his plan, because he knew that the other party would definitely disagree, so he could only come by himself.

Without He Xichao's plans for Xiao Hong, I don't know how much success there is, but even if there is only a glimmer of hope, Xiao Hong will not give up.

It's just that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on.

He Xichao looked into Xiao Hong's eyes, looked at himself full of eyes, and finally said: "Okay."

The author has something to say: Yao: Cherish the dynasty, cherish the dynasty, help!Xiaohong wants to kill me!

He Xichao: Cousin, stop.

Xiao Hong: Don't stop me, let me hack her to death.

He Xichao: Why do you and I need to do anything, the readers alone will not let her go.

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