Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

The end of the new year was approaching, and the entire imperial palace became busy. Instead, the busy emperor and Song aides had nothing to do. They played chess for fun and tortured each other all day long.

"Your Majesty's chess skills have improved a lot recently." Song Nanchu was thinking about how to play chess, and how to attack the opponent verbally.

Gu Zhiyuan was not angry either, he raised his eyebrows and said, "With the advice of Song's staff, I can't lose face of Song's staff, can I?"

"Your Majesty is humble." Song Nanchu put down the white stones, took away the four black stones surrounded, then raised his head and smiled, "Sorry, I won."

Gu Zhiyuan stared at the chessboard for a long time, then raised his head: "Song's aides play a good game of chess, I feel ashamed."

Song Nanchu got up, took out a piece of paper full of people's names from his arms, and handed it to Gu Zhiyuan: "This is the integration that I have done these days. Can the adults write it down clearly. But..." He turned around , staring at Gu Zhiyuan who just happened to look up at him, "What I don't understand is why Du Sheng Du was put aside."

"Du Sheng is a man who doesn't show himself, and there is no place for him now." Gu Zhiyuan looked back, "Besides, it's not convenient for people who don't understand to stay around."

Song Nanchu raised his eyebrows and snorted: "Your Majesty's words are quite ambiguous."

"Oh?"

"In today's court, the only one who can be regarded as being promoted by His Majesty is Master Wu?" Song Nanchu knelt on the ground and put his hands on the brazier to keep warm.After playing chess for so long, his fingers were a little stiff, "The person His Majesty trusts so much is not around, but I, a person of unknown origin, is placed by my side, isn't there any ambiguity?"

Gu Zhiyuan laughed and narrowed his eyes: "No matter how much I trust Wu Yong, he is the one I want to get to know, but you are different..." He got up, walked to Song Nanchu, bent down, pinched Song Nanchu's chin with one hand, With great force, "I don't need to guess to know all about your little thoughts."

"Then...Your Majesty is so sincere." Song Nanchu didn't cry out when his jaw hurt, and even his expression didn't change.He held Gu Zhiyuan's hand pinching his chin with one hand, looked into the other's eyes, and laughed.

"If you don't have a big heart, how can I play with you?" Gu Zhiyuan also laughed, laughing wildly.

Song Nanchu nodded: "Your Majesty is not afraid of losing?"

"Song's staff is very confident." Gu Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, squeezed a chess piece from the chessboard and held it in his hand, "I believe that the loser will not be me."

"Chen...wait and see." Song Nanchu removed his hand from the brazier, and took a fox fur coat from the shelf beside him, "Your Majesty, leave."

"Wait." Gu Zhiyuan glanced at him, then pointed to the fox fur coat on one side of the couch, "Your one is dirty, change it."

Song Nanchu carefully looked at the coat in his hand, then at Gu Zhiyuan who was squinting and sleeping, and nodded: "Yes." Then, he took the fox fur coat from the couch and put it on his body, and took the gift from Shen Yuan. Holding that piece in his arms, he pushed the door and hurried away.

Hearing the sound of Song Nanchu's footsteps walking away, Gu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, and after a while, covered his face with his wide sleeves.

There are people coming and going in the palace, and the maids and eunuchs in each palace are very busy. They have to prepare everything to welcome the new year.

Song Nanchu hurriedly walked, but slowed down when he walked halfway.

He lived in the south of Changle Palace, so if he wanted to go back, he would have to pass through Changle Palace.

The so-called Changle Palace is the place where the queen lives, a relatively obscure place.Gu Zhiyuan has not yet married the queen, so naturally the Changle Palace is empty.Many years ago, the most beautiful queen lived in Changle Palace.Unfortunately, a fire, a mutiny, the palace is still alive but perished.

Song Nanchu took a few more glances, lowered his eyes again, and walked quickly towards his independent small courtyard.

The black shadow who followed him all the way landed on the eaves of the Changle Palace, looking at the maids and eunuchs who were busy cleaning in the Changle Palace, and at Song Nanchu who had not gone far, feeling sorry for Song Nanchu for a moment.

He knows everything, so he pities Song Nanchu.But it's just pitiful, he is Su Yu, a secret guard belonging to the emperor, and he knows the seriousness better than anyone else.

After being dazed for a moment, Su Yu tapped his toes again and caught up with Song Nanchu who was walking away.

Probably because the new year was approaching, the guards in the palace changed their shifts more frequently, especially the emperor's personal guards.Shen Yuan has been so busy these past few days that she hasn't had a good rest for several days.Today was his day to rest and take a bath. Uncharacteristically, he didn't go to General Yi to study hard, but lay down on the bed and took a good rest.

He just got up when Song Nanchu went looking for him.

"Why, are you being lazy today?" Song Nanchu turned around and closed the door as soon as he entered the room, keeping the cold wind out, "It's really cold outside."

Shen Yuan turned on the brazier, heated up the fire, washed his hands before sitting next to Song Nanchu: "Why are you here? I haven't slept well these few days, and I'm tired in winter."

"I thought I would just let the fox fur go here, but you are here." He said and handed the coat in his hand to Shen Yuan, "Last time you borrowed my coat and I didn't find a chance to return it to you. When I suddenly remembered, I will return it to you."

Shen Yuan took the coat, looked at Song Nanchu's body, and smiled: "Mr. Song got a new one, don't you want my old one?"

Song Nanchu's Taohua eyes flickered a few times, and she smiled: "Yes, why would you want your old one when you have a new one?"

These words were originally meant as a joke, but Shen Yuan felt his heart go when he heard it.He had seen the piece on Song Nanchu's body before on Gu Zhiyuan's body, but now it was in Song Nanchu's hands. He was not very clear about the reason.Sadly, Song Nanchu didn't explain to him.

"Alright, I'll go to the General's Mansion tomorrow to return it." Shen Yuan put away his coat, thinking that he should return it, so as not to owe others something for nothing.

"Then you rest, I'll go back first." Song Nanchu stood up before the bench was hot, pushed the door and left.

According to Song Nanchu's original plan, he was not going to have such frequent contacts with Shen Yuan.However, thinking about his daily friendship, he couldn't help himself.After two or three months of pulling and pulling like this, the relationship between the two has deepened.

This is the worst policy, the last development he wants to see.

Here, Song Nanchu had just left the imperial study room with his front foot, and something happened to the imperial study room with his back foot.All the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital were dispatched, and at the end of the year, they rushed to the imperial study with their medicine boxes.

Eunuch Zheng walked quickly, followed by a group of imperial physicians with messy footsteps. The scene was astonishing.

The eunuch who didn't know the truth grabbed the maid beside him, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Why are so many people dispatched from the Tai Hospital?"

"Hey, are you new here?" The court lady glanced up and down at the eunuch, and lowered her voice, "This matter is not allowed to spread, but there is always some limelight."

Song Nanchu happened to be standing next to these two people. Although they lowered their voices, they could still hear them.

"What should be suppressed? Could it be that the emperor has a serious illness?" The eunuch was even more curious, wanting to know everything.

"I don't know what I know. It seems that the emperor is not in good health. It is said that it is a terminal illness that can't be cured." The maid's words were also ambiguous.

Song Nanchu didn't continue listening, turned around and left.

What a joke, Gu Zhiyuan is in poor health?Who else is in good health? !

This is a joke, I have heard it before.

When he returned to his yard, he closed the door, but picked up the pen.

Su Yu didn't dare to get too close to Song Nanchu, so he didn't know what Song Nanchu was doing when he entered the house.He wondered if he should go back to the Imperial Study Room, but on second thought, it was too busy there for him to intervene, so he had to continue staying at Song Nanchu.

He is very familiar with Song Nanchu, and started chasing and killing Song Nanchu a year ago.The two almost fought wits and bravery, you chased each other, and life and death came and went several times.

Now there is no life-and-death struggle, and a gentler way to continue getting along.

Song Nanchu grabbed the brush, thought for a while, and wrote on the paper: Incurable disease, life is not long.After writing the eight characters, he felt something was wrong again, crumpled the ball of paper and threw it into the brazier.

Concealment is not an uncommon method, and what Song Nanchu is most afraid of now is Gu Zhiyuan's concealment.

He put down his pen and pondered.

No rush, no hurry, how long is this?Take your time, there will be a winning trick!