Come on, Your Highness

Today's dinner is not only to celebrate Xiao Hong's canonization as the crown prince, but also to see off the three armies.

It was supposed to be a day of celebration and drinking, but because of the crisis in the northern border, it cast a shadow.

No matter who it is, they are quite restrained.

It's just that there was probably no one at the banquet who was more restless than He Xichao. Whenever the emperor's eyes seemed to look over him, although he seemed calm on his face, there was the sound of drums beating in his heart.

There are still three days, and the army will set off.

Fortunately, everything was calm, and the last day came in a blink of an eye.

Today, the Prince Li's Mansion held a banquet and led all the princes to practice it for His Royal Highness.

Xiao Hong couldn't push back the banquet between brothers, so he asked, "Xi Chao, do you want to go together?"

He Xichao was doing the final pre-departure inspection. Hearing this, he refused without hesitation: "No, it's very cold outside. Besides the banquet between your princes, what am I going to do to watch you eat?"

Xiao Hong thought about it too, so he said: "Then you finish your work and rest for a while. I have few things to do in the past two days, but you are so busy. Some things are left to the servants, don't do it yourself."

He Xichao nodded: "I know it well, I'll wear more clothes when I go out later, it's snowing outside."

Xiao Hong hummed twice, looked left and right, and saw Xiaodunzi serving in front of him, he got up all of a sudden, pulled He Xichao past him, bowed his head and kissed him: "Hey, when brother comes back, let's take a nap together."

He Xichao rolled his eyes at him: "Be careful, don't capsize the boat in the gutter before you leave."

Although the ship may have capsized.

Xiao Hong let go of his hand obediently, waved to him with a smile, and left.

He Xichao stood by the window, watching Xiao Hong lead the people towards the gate, leaving a string of footprints in the thin snow, he couldn't help sighing, and sat down slowly.

He threw away the unimportant things at hand, held a cup of hot tea in his hand, looked at the snowflakes outside the window, warmed his hands and quietly dazed.

The weather is really cold. It's hard to imagine how harsh the environment is in the north. I'm afraid that the soldiers will suffer from frostbite before going to the battlefield, right?

"Little Xuanzi, go and call You Ziqing over."

In the end, he was still a life that he could not rest assured of. The cotton harvested this year had already been sent to You’s house in Jiangnan. Although the cotton coats could not keep up with this war, the sooner they were made, the more winter supplies would be given to the soldiers guarding the frontier. warmth.

If Xiao Hong succeeds in resisting the enemy, the northern soldiers will be his forces.

Xiao Xuanzi went down under the command, and not long after, he saw several figures walking in the snow.

He Xichao looked through the window, and when he was approaching, he saw the person clearly. In an instant, the sharp sword hanging above his head finally fell down.

It was the servants of the main hall of the Qing Dynasty who led the two forbidden soldiers to this side accompanied by Eunuch Chang.

At this moment, the teacup in He Xichao's hand was clearly still warm, but for some reason he couldn't absorb any warmth.

"You can't hide from what should come, that's fine."

He held it up with lowered eyes, brought the rim of the cup to his mouth, and drank it gently in small sips. When the drink was exhausted, there was a knock on the door.

He Xichao, as the celebrity in front of Xiao Hong, even the father-in-law of the Qingzheng Hall smiled when he saw him: "Master He, the emperor announces your audience."

Looking at this attitude, it is obvious that there is no room for maneuver.

He Xichao straightened his collar, lightly brushed off his cuffs, and with a smile on his lips, he said humbly, "Please trouble me, father-in-law."

He walked past Eunuch Chang, and suddenly said in a low voice: "If your Highness returns home, don't let him enter the palace."

Eunuch Chang was taken aback, and looked up at He Xichao.

The latter's eyes were heavy, but he repeated without doubt: "The Empress told him not to enter the palace."

He Xichao knelt in the main hall of the Qing Dynasty, bowed down and worshiped: "Your servant, He Xichao kowtows to my emperor, long live, long live."

From the moment He Xichao walked in with his servant, the emperor who was behind the case, his eyes fell on the young man, but he seemed to have forgotten the phrase "flat body" and did not respond for a long time.

He Xichao rested his forehead on the cold floor tiles and waited quietly.

After a while, when Eunuch Huang looked sideways, Emperor Tiangan seemed to remember, and said calmly: "Pingshen."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." He Xichao stood up slowly from the ground, standing obediently with downcast eyes.

Emperor Tiangan looked at him coldly, and saw that although his movements were slow, he was calm and calm, as if he had never been affected by the emperor's impermanence.

He Xichao's calmness did not exceed the emperor's expectations. With his own strength, he supported Xiao Hong all the way to the crown prince, and with his young Sanyuan who was recorded in the annals of history. It's gaffe.

"Head up."

As soon as these words came out, He Xichao concluded that the emperor knew about it.

Even if it has not been confirmed, it is now suspected.

When he raised his head, even if he looked straight ahead, he could still see the emperor's gaze on his face.

He laughed in his heart, thinking that Xiao Hong wouldn't like him because he was ugly?

Having been together day and night for so many years, the bonus of appearance has been negligible, it is nothing more than the mutual attraction of two interesting souls.

Unexpectedly, the high and mighty emperor would also fall into this cliché.

Emperor Tiangan loved He Xichao's talent and appearance so much before, and admired that young man as jade, but now seeing him, he seems to be stuck in his throat.

He recalled Xiao Hong's resolute refusal to marry him, and refused to let go of the news, and even bullied the king to protect him!

The anger in his heart was burning upwards!

"He Xichao, are you convicted?" The cold voice contained rolling anger.

He Xichao took a deep breath, then immediately knelt down: "Please make it clear, Your Majesty."

Emperor Tiangan frowned when he heard this, and stared at him dangerously: "You don't know?"

He Xichao leaned over, but said without hesitation: "I don't know."

The emperor narrowed his eyes immediately. He looked at He Xichao, who was kneeling steadily. He didn't expect the other party to deny it so simply.

I really don't know, or I'm afraid of death and refuse to admit it?

But no matter what the reason was, he did not summon He Xichao today to convict him.

"I don't know! Let me ask you, the crown prince once said that he has a crush on someone, and he refused to give him a marriage because of this. You are with the crown prince every day, do you know who it is?"

The word "Day Ri" was biting a little hard, but after asking this question, He Xichao knew that Emperor Tiangan didn't intend to tear him apart from Xiao Hong's matter in a short time, and aimed to beat him today.

A raised heart fell to the ground for the time being, He Xichao said: "Report to the emperor, what your highness refuses to say, as a subordinate official, even if it is to deceive the emperor, you can't say it, please forgive me."

These words are exactly the same as what Xiao Hong said that day, it can be seen that these two people have been working together for a long time.

Emperor Tiangan's eyes became colder and sharper, as if he wanted to pierce everyone in the hall.

"The prince's words and deeds are related to the country, the country, and you are the ministers, so you should advise him to do it. No matter who the prince thinks, he is neither worthy of being a concubine, nor can he show it to others. You can know that it is contrary to the etiquette and law, and is not tolerated by the world. Let it go Regardless, if you don’t report what you know, what crime should you have?”

Contradictions of etiquette and law are not tolerated by the world!

He Xichao heard this sentence, his heart was pierced like a dagger, he clasped his hands beside him, but he had no choice but to lean over and say, "I am guilty."

Emperor Tiangan continued aloofly, and continued: "The prince is still young, there is no one around him, he is easy to indulge in love, young and ignorant, I can forgive him for the momentary difference, but if he loses his way and does not know how to return, I am afraid that I will have to scratch my bones." Healing the poison made him sad for a while."

He Xichao knew exactly how to be sad.

All the struggle, reluctance, and regret are meaningless under the parting of life and death.

When the queen passed away, Emperor Tiangan experienced the pain, but in the end the emperor was still the emperor.

Time will fade all pain.

And he believed that Xiao Hong would also be able to survive and stand up like him.

The only thing that Emperor Tiangan allowed He Xichao to accompany Xiao Hong was in his dreams and in his heart.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, the emperor walked down from behind the court case, all the way to He Xichao's body.

He looked down at He Xichao who was kneeling on the ground, that frail and helpless figure made him sigh involuntarily.

Emperor Tiangan softened his voice and said: "He Xichao, you entered the palace at the age of six, you were the head of the imperial examination at the age of nine, you were named the head of the Yuan Dynasty at the age of 12, and you became the number one scholar at the age of 15. This kind of talent, through the ages, can be called No. 1." Today, when the expulsion of the He Mansion came out, the scholarly community was in turmoil. Scholars all over the world spoke out to rectify your name, and great Confucian scholars pleaded for you. With such a reputation, who else can compare to you? It is not easy to come by, you should cherish it! "

He Xichao touched his forehead to the floor tiles, closed his eyes and put away his sorrow in a place where the emperor could not see.

Doesn't he know it himself?

Reject Xiao Hong and follow the broad road of ordinary people, the future will be radiant and straight into the blue sky!

Even based on Xiao Hong's thoughts on him, the road to power minister is just around the corner.

However, he still walked to the edge of the cliff and climbed up the trembling rope that was covered by thick fog and could break at any time. He didn't know what was ahead, but he was worried that he would fall into the abyss and be crushed to pieces.

Why bother?

"Help me in persuading Hong'er. He doesn't care about what he does, and he does it according to his temper. Not to mention the prince, even the emperor, there are times when you can't help yourself, you can't do it!"

"He Xichao, I don't believe that you are the one who flatters you. I'm afraid that if you can't bear to refuse and you make a mistake, then use this opportunity to set things right."

"Wouldn't the relationship between the monarch and his ministers last longer? If you look back, I will wait for you to come back."

……

He Xichao stepped out of the main hall of the Qing Dynasty step by step, and Emperor Tiangan's helpless persuasion echoed in his ears.

He didn't use the power of heaven to force him, but gave him a face and a way of life, and he also respectfully separated from Xiao Hong, cut off his love, and got on the right track.

Emperor Tiangan's gaze was like a torch, and he saw right away that the key to this relationship was in He Xichao's hands.

No matter how much Xiao Hong loves to face He Xichao, he will not be willing to persecute him, he will only let him go.

"15 years old, with a bright future ahead, He Xichao, I don't want any of you to stay there when you go north this time."

The emperor's last words were gentle and full of hope, but he set a deadline for him.

The snow outside the Qingzheng Hall was heavy, and a layer had already accumulated on the ground, and now it was a vast expanse of white.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he stood at the door, shivering from the cold.

"Master He." A voice called from behind.

He Xichao withdrew his blank gaze, turned around and said, "Eunuch Huang."

Eunuch Huang was holding a cloak in his hand. Seeing his dazed expression, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Xue Da, the emperor ordered the miscellaneous family to send someone to take you back to the mansion. Mr. He is wearing too thin, please put this on, if you catch a cold , His Royal Highness may be unhappy."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." He put it on himself without waiting for Eunuch Huang to do it.

Wearing a snow-white mink velvet cloak, Eunuch Huang couldn't help admiring when he saw it: "It is said that Mr. He is so beautiful, if it takes a few more years, I'm afraid he will be so fascinated that unmarried ladies will cry and want to marry you."

This crying and shouting is obviously Xiao Hong's painting style, He Xichao twitched his lips and said: "Eunuch, Xichao understands what the emperor means."

"Hey, Mr. He is a smart person, so he can tell a little bit. However, there is a saying in the miscellaneous family that I still have to remind my lord in private. As far as His Royal Highness is concerned, even if it is spread, it will only add a romantic affair. Once His Highness marries Once you become a crown princess and have an heir, it doesn't matter anymore. But you and your lord are enough to ruin your reputation. Even if the emperor doesn't punish you, your official career and reputation will come to an end. Where is your place in the capital? You two are young , only pay attention to this love, love, but to put it bluntly, half of the life is not over yet, after a long time, no matter how deep the relationship is, it will gradually fade, and there are quite a few men and women who will never change until death , but in the end it’s not about accepting concubines and continuing maidservants, it tends to be flat. Mr. He, do you think this is the case?”

Eunuch Huang was also earnest, but He Xichao slowly raised his lips and said, "Eunuch, thank you very much."

He Xichao has thought about everything, but it's these feelings, love, which have remained unchanged for thousands of years, and they can be seen through but can't get out.

The author has something to say: Yao: Everyone, don’t panic, hold on, we can win.