Red Mansion: He Doesn't Want to Bend

After sending away Meiyan, Xin Fu knocked on the table, called the deaf-mute old couple, made several gestures to them, and ordered them to carry Meiyan out and put it away.He put out the copper censer and poured the ashes into the brazier.After sitting quietly for a while, when the brazier gradually extinguished, he called Gan Qing in.

Knowing that Xin Fu wanted to dismiss her, Gan Qing poured out the tea for a long time.Hearing her call, he came in with a teacup.Although she is the goddaughter raised by Xing Ji, she has learned some things since elementary school, and this is the first time she has seen a murder.Therefore, when he came in, his steps were not steady, and the teacup in his hand trembled a little.

"Sister Xinfu..."

Xin Fu took the teacup from Gan Qing's hand, and said softly, "Take down the brazier."

"Yes." Gan Qing took the brazier and went out, and came back not long after.

Xin Fu quietly ate up the cup of tea, ordered Gan Qing to take it, got up and closed the window.I don't know what year and month it will be when I will use this house again, Xin Fu only looks forward to the time when I will not use it again in this life.

Murong Yongkuan was not in the study room.At this time, the snow has gradually grown, accumulating on the ground, and it is covered with snow.Fortunately, Lin Jue wore boots today, so he was not afraid of being soaked in water, so he walked forward with one foot deep and the other shallow.The servant who was following Yuan wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but he saw that the servant was walking really hard, and he wanted to take care of him, so he pushed it away, and said: "Dry snow won't melt on your clothes, why bother blocking it."

Coming with the wind and snow is also interesting.

Apart from two servants, there was also a palace maid who led him to Wanxiaxie.Since Zhong Xing became a person in front of the imperial court, she hasn't done such a thing for a long time.Today Lin Jue came over, but she waited on him in spite of the wind and snow.

Zhong Xing knew that he was always weak, so she lowered her eyebrows and said, "The snow on the palace alley should be swept away, but His Majesty said that the auspicious snow is a sign of a good harvest, so keep it in your eyes, and it will be extra clean , so it was kept and never swept away.”

Lin Jue didn't show it on the face, but he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.Murong Yongkuan also treated his subordinates leniently, but now that he has become the Ninth Five-Year Master, he has even forgotten the good one from before.Or maybe I haven't forgotten it, but I just don't want to think about the feeling of living under others like before.Now he has an imperial chariot in and out, and an earth dragon in the palace, where can he see the pain of the palace people.Although the snow is not swept away, it looks clean, but the little eunuch walking, and the servant carrying the imperial chariot, are walking in the snow deeply and shallowly.They don't have good shoes, and if they carry a chariot and sedan chair for a round trip, their shoes will be mostly soaked.

He glanced at Zhong Xing who was half a step behind him.She was still wearing a pair of soft satin scented embroidered shoes, and all the maids serving in the palace wore embroidered shoes.It is light and nimble, and it does not move when walking while serving the master.What I am most afraid of is that I have to go out on an errand in a windy and snowy day, that will be hard.A pair of feet are freezing cold, the toes are getting knotted, and I have to walk steadily.The uppers of the shoes on Zhong Xing's feet were already wet, and the jade-colored butterflies embroidered on them had also stained their wings.Changing shoes is a trivial matter, and the feet must have been soaked for a long time before they can recover.

Murong Yongkuan was sitting in the Banxia Pavilion, the water pavilion was open on all sides, facing the lake, when the wind blew snowflakes into it, it was so cold that people shivered and their teeth trembled.Murong Yongkuan acted as if nothing had happened, he didn't even wear a cloak, he just sat inside with his jacket on.

Seeing it from a distance, Lin Jue paused for a while, and then stepped forward.After entering the water pavilion, I met him once.

Murong Yongkuan held the tea in his hand, and because he was sitting sideways to Lin Jue, he turned his head to look at him at this moment, with a warm smile on his face.When the snowflakes are dancing, they are even more radiant like jade. "Zijing is late, and the tea is cold."

"The emperor forgives the crime." This was originally a joke, but friends can joke around, and between the Holy Majesty and his ministers, there is only a confession and an apology.

A faint smile appeared on Murong Yongkuan's face, like snowflakes drifting by, disappearing very quickly. "Sit down." He reached out to lift the teapot and poured a bowl of tea for Lin Jue. "It's snowing today, it reminds me of last year's Xueluobiyu."

A glass of Xueluojasper last year separated him from Murong.This year, the first snow has come again, and he and Murong Zhizhi already have an undying love.At that time, I only thought that there would be no future, but I never expected that there would be today.

Lin Jue took the tea without speaking, and quietly served it for a moment.It is said that the tea is cold, but there is a waiter who keeps changing it, and it is still warm in his hand.The heat started from the fingertips and slowly spread to the palm.

There were snowflakes rolled up between his brows, he closed his eyes, thinking about the former Murong Yongkuan, finally he could not bear to let go from the bottom of his heart.It's not about Fengyue, it's because of the jade flute in the past.

24 On a moonlit night at the bridge, where can the jade man teach me how to play the flute?Talent cannot be deceiving, Lin Jue would rather believe that he treated her sincerely back then.It's just a wrong payment, a true friend is rare, but Murong Yongkuan insists on being obsessed with love.

"Qinglian, there is nothing perfect in this world, so why be stubborn?" He has already passed the Ninth Five-Year Plan, so why should he be so obsessed.Whether he treats him or treats Wanli Jiangshan, he has already gone the wrong way. "It doesn't matter if you go the wrong way, what is rare is that you are willing to turn back."

Lin Jue hadn't called him Qinglian for a long time, but now she called him suddenly, which made his eyes tremble.But in a moment, it disappeared without a trace.He got up and stood on the edge of the waterside pavilion. The snowflakes fell into the lake and disappeared in an instant.The palace is like a deep pool, and human life is like thin snow.Falling behind, do you still think about having a chance to start all over again?

"Zijing, you are a man of glory..." The rest of the words can only be hidden in my heart.Lin Jue is a man of glory, so this battle for the imperial palace, this struggle for power has nothing to do with him in the first place.Murong Yongkuan knew that the Forbidden City couldn't keep him, but he still had extravagant expectations. "Zijing thinks, why do you think you are an emperor?"

This was not what Lin Jue should have said.It's just that fighting openly and secretly has become so obvious recently, and today he also overstepped it once.Holding the teacup, I took a sip, it was Lu'an tea, it was slightly cold and astringent, not the kind of tea that should be eaten in winter. "A monarch with a benevolent heart should regard the people of the world as his children, and take the country's prosperity and people's safety as his own responsibility."

These are big words that can be uttered with empty mouths. Everyone is saying it, and it makes people's ears callous.This is certainly a big talk, but it is also the truth.Nowadays, it is believed that the power of the king is bestowed by God, and the king is the king of ninety-five years.It is precisely because of this that the emperor is more virtuous and holy.There is no perfect person in the world, but the emperor must be infinitely perfect.it is necessary.

Murong Zhizhi stroked the fingers on his hand, and it took a long time to let out a breath, it was cold, and when he breathed out, it turned into frost mist in an instant. "Zijing, I've always wanted to be a good emperor."

Lin Jue looked at his back and didn't speak. For some reason, he looked a little shy from his back today.Murong Yongkuan must have wanted to be a good emperor in the beginning, but his desire for power was like smoke, and he couldn't get rid of it.That's why Lin Jue wanted to persuade him to turn back, but he didn't know that he could no longer turn back.Those who have climbed to a high place have their hearts rise along with their bodies, and they are no longer willing to be inferior to others.

Murong Yongkuan turned around, and even twirled the falling snowflakes beside him.He laughed and said: "Don't say these gloomy words, Zi Jingnian has reached the crown and has not yet married a wife. I want to be a matchmaker for Zi Jing..."

Lin Jue couldn't prevent him from mentioning this, and raised his head in surprise: "Your Majesty..."

"Zijing, let me tell you first." Murong Yongkuan raised his hand to make him stop, but the smile on his face was not as good as his eyes, and it was a bit sinister. "You knew Zhong Xing before. She served me all the way to the throne, and now she is a person in front of the imperial court. There are rules in the palace. No matter how big or small the master is, the maid who serves the master must be from a good family. Zhong Xing also came from an official family. It's just that her father's official position is low, so she only chooses to enter the palace as a maidservant. Her character and appearance are all first-class, and she can read and write poems. I intend to marry her As far as I can see, only Zijing, a talented young man, is worthy of match. If this marriage is possible, I will immediately make Zhong Xing the princess of Yongchang, consider her righteous sister, and give her the surname Murong!"

The girl who couldn't even get into the general election had served the new emperor once, and it was extremely impressive to be married by him.How could he still be conferred the title of princess, with the surname of Murong Guo?A woman has not made great achievements, so what can she do?

Lin Jue sat quietly for a moment, her heart fluctuated, she felt that her anger was about to burst out, but she was firmly pressed inside, out of control, only surging and bumping, causing herself to feel dull pain.

He stood up suddenly, lifted his robe, and knelt firmly on the ground.There are stone slabs in the waterside pavilion, and when one kneels down, it is icy cold to the bone and enters the heart. "The marriage bestowed by the emperor was originally Lin Jue's blessing. It's just that my father and mother have appointed Lin Jue's daughter, the daughter of an old friend, the daughter of the Mu family in Suzhou as his wife. Lin Jue dare not accept the emperor's love. Please take it back. "

"Suzhou Mu's family?" Murong Yongkuan only thought that he had agreed to Murong Yongkuan, so he would never marry again in this life, so he did this.Unexpectedly, he made a marriage arrangement early in the morning!He has also heard about the Mu family in Suzhou, who is a master of Confucianism.The Mu family's children have not entered official positions for several generations, but they are still powerful people.Because students are all over the world, their status is unshakable.The Mu family has been famous for a long time, even if a daughter-in-law is a queen, it is more than enough.Now that she is engaged to Lin Jue, there is absolutely no reason for it.

Lin Jue said: "It's the Mu family in Suzhou." He sighed secretly in his heart, fortunately Murong Yongkuan had made arrangements when he was in Suzhou early in the morning, otherwise today's juncture would be sad.

Murong Yongkuan was determined to marry Zhong Xing to him, and said: "Mu's daughter is not a concubine, I knew that. The princess can't be a concubine either, Zijing can marry the two as concubines."

He consciously backed down to the extreme, but he heard Lin Jue rebuff: "Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible. Lin Jue swore early on that if he marries a wife in this life, he will only marry one. For the rest of his life, two people will be safe. If there is one more Come on...Lin Jue would rather shave his head and be born as a monk than break his oath! Moreover, the emperor knew early on that even if Lin Jue marries a wife, it is rare for him to respect each other like a guest!"

He knew exactly why Murong Yongkuan insisted on him marrying Zhong Xing.Murong Yongkuan should know why he refused to marry.

Lin Jue absolutely refused to give in, but Murong Yongkuan refused to let him kneel down again.Kneeling on the stone slab in the middle of winter, he has always been pampered.Murong Yongkuan had tasted this taste before, if he knelt down again, Lin Jue's legs would probably fail.

"Zijing get up first..." Murong Yongkuan stretched out his hand to help, but Lin Jue sideways avoided and did not get up.His hand was frozen in the air, and it took a long time before he retracted it.After waiting for another moment, he finally backed down: "If Zijing refuses, then forget it... But how can you take it seriously if you mention a joke?"

After all, he was unwilling to hurt Lin Jue, so he was the only one who backed down.