Shen Xue Ziyang

Sometimes it's hard to tell what it means to meet the right person at the right time.

If it is said that the first time Zifeng met Yixu was at the wrong time—he drank alcohol, he felt that he was drunk and his eyes were dazzled, and he felt that no one could compare to Haoci, Even if the appearance is similar, the heart will not be similar.

At that time, I thought that the existence of Yixu would disturb Zifeng's mood, but after all these years, the existence of Yixu has not caused half a circle of ripples in his life.The two of them were wandering in their respective worlds, but Yi Xu accidentally touched the objects that coexisted between the two of them—the few hydrangeas that were left in the Lotus Palace, which made Zi Feng turn around, and finally Came in front of Yixu and wanted to take him away.

The emperor wanted to transfer someone from Yanxi to Chao'an Palace, which made the father-in-law look very bright, and he wished to send him there quickly.Even if the people present were unwilling or unhappy, most of them had to hold back, but Gu Chuan was too obvious.I can see that Yixu has a soft temper and is not good at resistance, but Gu Chuan is a person who is unwilling to sink. He is born with an aloof attitude, which will not change no matter where he walks.

After Zifeng left Yanxi, I explained to my father-in-law, the manager, and told him to keep an eye on Guchuan, so as not to cause any big trouble.And after Zi Feng went back, he was in a happier mood than usual. It was rare for him to practice calligraphy for an hour. I personally studied ink for him, and Yi Xu was standing by his side. He was still wearing the hydrangea clothes, silent enough to be ignored. his presence.

"Is your name Yixu?"

Zi Feng asked such a question suddenly during the interval of calligraphy practice. I knew he was not talking to me, so naturally I kept silent, and pricked up my ears, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, the slave's name is Yixu."

Yi Xu didn't answer immediately, instead, he was free for a while, and when he responded, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't feel oppressed.

"Can you read and write?"

Zi Feng asked again, this time thinking for a longer time.

"The servant went to school when he was young, so he knows a thing or two..."

He seemed to be a little cautious at the beginning, after all, it was difficult to guess the holy will, and he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"It's good, Mr. An is here with you. It's nothing serious. You can go down and rest for now. Eunuch Liu will arrange it for you."

"……Yes."

Yi Xu slowly withdrew, and at the moment when he was about to turn around and disappear, Zi Feng's eyes left the black and white paper and looked at him.

"By the way, your clothes..."

Yixu heard that Zi Feng had something to say, stopped and came back, and asked a little surprised: "What's wrong with the clothes...?"

"This dress suits you well, just wear it like this."

"The clothes are too precious, a humble slave, dare not..."

"Don't dare to wear it? It doesn't matter, the clothes are yours, and you can do whatever you want with them. I will also ask Mr. An to prepare a set of clothes for Chaoan Palace for you."

Yixu didn't raise any further objections. After he left, I finally let go of the hand that had been holding the inkstone, feeling extremely sore.

"Give me a break..."

I leaned on the rattan chair next to the desk, feeling sluggish, while Zi Feng put away the pen and paper, poured a cup of tea for me for the first time, saying thank you.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?"

Zi Feng pushed the tea in front of me, I looked at the white air floating on the tea, my mind went blank.

"Why are you?"

"Actually, I don't know... I just left with my heart."

As an emperor, Zifeng has the capital to do whatever he wants, but precisely because he is an emperor, he cannot do many things as an ordinary person does.

He couldn't show his love for Haoci, until Haoci passed away, he could only hide the almost distorted grief in his heart, and he would cry loudly only when facing me.

This kind of forbearance will also have a tiring day. Zifeng's simple and straightforward "follow your heart" is to say that he is tired of hiding. Since God sent such a person, he wants to go again Continuation of the leading edge.