After offending all the princes

Two people sleep hot.

Work and rest are different.

I like to sleep alone.

The words of refusal swirled on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say it in the end. Xuan He's eyes fell on the jade pillow, and he nodded slightly.

A clear smile appeared on Xie Chun's face, and the corner of his mouth was raised, revealing a shallow dimple, which flashed past.

It was the first time Xuanhe discovered that Xie Chun actually had a dimple on his face, although it was only on the left side, and although it disappeared faster than it appeared, it was novel enough for him.

Xie Chun's temperament, coupled with the word dimple itself, is somewhat in contrast.

He stretched out his hand and poked his index finger lightly at the place where the dimple was exposed just now, but before he touched Xie Chun, he grabbed his hand, Xuanhe turned to look into his eyes, and Xie Chun yelled in a low voice With a loud voice: "Ahe."

Xuanhe's wrist was held by Xie Chunwei, he was not in a hurry, but looked at Xie Chun and said, "Smile again."

This was probably the first time Xie Chun heard such words in his life. Even though these words came from Xuan He's mouth, he didn't react for a while.

Xuanhe repeated: "Laugh one more time."

On the contrary, Xie Chun sullenly seemed to have encountered some difficulty, Xuanhe waited for a while and saw that he hadn't responded, and became a little impatient.

"Forget it..." Before he finished speaking, Xie Chun raised the corner of his mouth again, a small dimple loomed on the left cheek, Xuanhe felt as if his heart had been hit by something.

To be honest, it felt a bit like the satisfaction and joy brought by the fluffy touch when Baiqi rubbed against his neck on his chin.

Xie Chun didn't know when he let go of his hand, and Xuanhe became restless again, curling up his remaining fingers, and lightly poked the shallow dimple with his index finger, which was about to overflow with a smile.

Xie Chun was probably not used to laughing, and the dimple disappeared when Xuan He touched it.Unknowingly they got a little closer, Xuanhe raised his eyes and saw Xie Chun looking down at him.

Xuanhe didn't know, just now, he himself was smiling.

Under the warm candlelight, the eyes met, and the air gradually thickened.Xuanhe wanted to look away, but Xie Chun's eyes seemed to have some magical power, which attracted him tightly.

Xie Chun lowered his head slightly, they got closer, and their breathing seemed to blend together.

Xuan He's hand was naturally on Xie Chun's shoulder, but now he grabbed it again, Xuan He became nervous, what did he want to do?

Xie Chun took his hand, resting on his face, just like what Xuanhe did just now, and asked in a low voice: "Ah He likes it?"

His voice was so low that it was almost hoarse, Xuan He naturally understood what this meant, and he began to panic a little.

Xuan He wanted to break free from his restraint, but found that at some point there was an extra hand around his waist, tightly holding him: "Let go."

Xie Chun didn't let him go, instead he took him into his arms and asked again: "Ah He likes it."

This time he didn't have a slightly rising ending sound, it was more of an answer than a question.

"I don't like it...you let me go."

Xie Chun still didn't let go: "It's a lie."

Xuanhe was about to be laughed at by him: "Xie Chun!"

Xie Chun blocked his mouth.

Xuanhe: "..."

He finally sensed something was wrong, he tasted the wine, and asked out of breath, "Have you been drinking?"

Xie Chun responded sullenly, Xuanhe was a little strange, could it be that he was drunk?He has never seen Xie Chun drunk.Then he realized that Xie Chun hardly smelled of alcohol, even if he drank it, he couldn't drink much, how could he be drunk.

On the contrary, he himself, with red face and hot ears, was more like the one who drank too much than Xie Chun.

Xie Chun was really happy today, leaning on his shoulder, he laughed again, this time Xuanhe couldn't see his expression but heard his laughter clearly.

I lost my temper.

After a while, Xuanhe also laughed, and he didn't know what he was laughing at, probably because Xie Chun looked like a fool.

Xie Chun had already decreed that the Summer Palace would not be built this year, and they would live in the back hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

It's not like they haven't slept together before, but sharing the bed occasionally and sleeping together every day are two different concepts.

Soon Xuanhe felt that something was wrong, he was not the regent, he didn't need to go to the court every day, and he didn't see any prince who came every day.

In this way, most of the time Xie Chun got up earlier than him, and if he had a lot of things to do, he would go to bed later than Xuanhe at night.

Generally speaking, their work and rest are very discordant.

After a sleep was disturbed twice, Xuanhe became a little unhappy after a few days.

He didn't say anything clearly, but Xie Chun knew his displeasure, so he simply slept on the outside couch, originally there was a couch in the inner room, Xuanhe felt that it was useless, so he withdrew.With some distance, Xuanhe will naturally not be woken up again.

Although this is the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Eunuch Li served at the front, but the rest was handed over to Eunuch Wang.

Seeing the emperor sleeping on the outer couch for two days, his heart was in suspense, but His Highness didn't know anything about it.

He is different from Eunuch Li and Eunuch Zhu, they all respect His Majesty, but in his heart he also regards King Qin as his master.Thunder, thunder and rain are all the favor of the king. When you are in love, you are willing to do anything. I am afraid that in the future, the love will fade, and the score will be settled after autumn.

He grimaced and didn't know how to speak.

But Xuanhe felt something was wrong. It was obvious whether someone had slept on the bed or not. He could tell the difference with a little attention. On the first day, he didn't think much about it, but on the second day he noticed something was wrong.

On the third day, Xie Chun still did not return from the front hall, and the lights in the back hall were always on. When Xie Chun finished handling government affairs and walked to the back hall, he saw Xuanhe sitting obliquely on the right seat in the middle hall, with his arms resting on the railing. On, propped his head drowsy.

"Haven't slept yet?"

Xuan He yawned upon hearing this, and said lazily, "I'll see where Your Majesty is sleeping."

He also couldn't understand what he was struggling with. It stands to reason that he should be happy that Xie Chun didn't disturb him. How did he know that he was so uncomfortable when he was sleeping on the couch outside?

He told himself that today is different from the past, and that some measure should be taken.

But he knew clearly in his heart that this was not the case, and that unpleasant feeling was probably called heartache.

When he finally lay down with Xie Chun, Xuanhe realized later that something was wrong. Was he being tricked by Xie Chun?

Bitter tricks have come to his head, but bitter tricks have always been one willing to fight and one willing to suffer, in the end it was his heart that softened.

In the dark, Xuan He snorted softly, rolled his eyes, and cursed a few words in his heart, but he didn't care.

Simply because summer is here, the days are long and the nights are short, it is not difficult to get up early and go to bed late, if you are sleepy in the afternoon, it is okay to take a short nap.

The summer rain is still one after another, and it is torrential when it rises. At any rate, it is no longer continuous, and occasionally the sun can be seen for a few days.

The prices of firewood and carbon in the city have dropped a bit.

In the rain after rain, Xuan He's birthday came, and Xie Chun was only one day later than him.

This year's birthday is a bit special for them. This is Xie Chun. This is Xie Chun's first birthday after he ascended the throne. It is also Xuanhe's 20th birthday. Ordinary people reach their twenties, and it is only at this time that they start to wear their crowns. , There are also some who have achieved fame, or who want to be crowned like Xuanhe, and have performed the crown ceremony earlier.

But in the past few years, the first emperor and the queen mother would give him another jade crown every year on his birthday, and there are probably still some this year.

There are more places to go this year than in previous years, so Xuanhe got up very early, he first went back to the palace, and then went to Shen's ancestral hall.

The guards were well aware of his temperament, so they waited there early to open the door for him.It was not only him who was waiting there, but Master Shen, Xuan He remained calm, even in front of Shen's ancestral hall, under the watchful eyes of his ancestors, Xuan He didn't call out daddy.

"Master Shen" was a greeting. Master Shen looked at this son who was no longer his own, and opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. In the end, his words turned into a sigh. Lost in the air, never to be found again.

The mother's family was enshrined in the ancestral hall, and Xuanhe didn't want to make too much trouble here, so he went straight in.

There are people on duty, and incense is constantly burning in the ancestral hall all the year round. Xuanhe burns incense and does not kneel. He just sits casually on the futon and talks for a while before leaving.

Then there is Taimiao.

It was past noon when he returned to the palace from Taimiao, and he went to Ningshou Palace again.

Sure enough, Qingluan took out a certain jade crown, this jade crown was not big, and the engraved patterns were simple, just auspicious clouds, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of purple on it, implying that the purple energy came from the east.

Xuanhe untied the jade crown and loosened his hair, and asked the queen mother to tie the crown for him again.

The horns were brushed and brushed along the hair, Xuanhe closed his eyes, the queen mother saw his expression in the mirror and her movements slowed down even more, while she tied her hair, she said slowly: "You should know by now, the emperor's honorable favor , if you want it, you can get it at your fingertips."

Xuan He still kept his eyes closed, and let out a "huh".

"Favorite and love are two different things, sincerity can only be exchanged with sincerity."

The style of the man's bun is simple, but it was tied up in a moment, but Xuan He couldn't react, why, he suddenly said something.

In an instant, he thought of "King's Landing", where the imperial concubine hanged herself after the emperor left.

Xuan He's face turned pale, his Adam's apple twitched, and he wanted to ask: Does Mother not want me anymore.

I dare not.

He forced a smile, as if it was the same as usual, but he felt a little uneasy inside, so he paid more and more attention to her every move, and he couldn't see any clues, maybe he was thinking too much.

Xuan He breathed a sigh of relief, and refused to leave after eating the longevity noodles until she urged: "Go back, he is waiting for you."

Xuanhe still looked at her, and she said, "Do you remember what I just said?"

Xuan He nodded indiscriminately, his mind was full of the smile when his mother tied the crown for him, he always felt a little sad, he couldn't catch or confirm the flashing expression, it was just uneasy.

The Empress Dowager urged her repeatedly, and Xuan He sat down beside her lap, resting his head on her lap: "I only have mother."

"Children's shape." She said to her superior, but lightly touched Xuan He's head with her hand, as if to assure her: "I am here, and your father and I have always been here."

After hearing this, Xuanhe finally felt at ease.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow."

"it is good."

After getting a response, he completely dispelled his worries and smiled from the bottom of his heart. He was indeed overthinking.

It was already evening when we returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Xie Chun did not prepare any gifts for him this year, but asked him, "What does Ah He want?"

Xuanhe had just been nervous for a long time in Ningshou Palace, and after relaxing, everything was pleasing to the eye, and he laughed and teased: "The emperor is rich in the world, and he really has a lot of confidence."

Xie Chun waited for his answer, Xuanhe thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything he particularly wanted.Most things in this world are within his reach.

If you can't, you can get it with some effort.I really can't get it, as long as Xie Chun can give it, it's just a matter of his words, whether it's a birthday or not, it doesn't really matter.

Xie Chun obviously knows a lot, last year he gave something that he cherished for many years, it was a kindness, this year he was not sure about giving something that Xuan He likes, so he just let him say it himself.

Xuan He snorted: "There is no sincerity."

But he also thought that tomorrow is Xie Chun's birthday, and he actually didn't prepare anything, so don't laugh at anyone.

Xuanhe looked around, saw the afterglow of the setting sun obliquely reflected in the window, and thought of Xinuang Pavilion.

So after thinking for a long time, he said to Xie Chun: "I want to go to Xinuan Pavilion to have a look."

Xinuang Pavilion is now Xie Chun's studio.

Xuanhe still remembered that in the palace, Xie Chun’s studio was located in the west wing, and there was still a plaque hanging on the studio, with the words “Golden House” written on it.

It's a studio, so the name makes people curious, so I just took advantage of today to go in and take a look.

Xie He was silent for a moment, but did not respond immediately.

Xuan He raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised: "No?"

Xie Chun shook his head: "Am I afraid to scare you?"

When he said this, Xuanhe refused to accept it: "Why, are all the ghosts and ghosts you draw?"

Xie Chun shook his head again, but just looked at him for a long time, and Xuanhe couldn't help avoiding his gaze.

"If you don't go, you won't go."

He said so, but his expression was completely different. If he couldn't go today, His Majesty would probably have to sleep on the couch outside again.If Xie Chun agreed, he might not be so obsessed, but with Xie Chun's attitude, he wanted to go in and have a look.

Before pushing the door, Xie Chun glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he stretched out his hand and opened the door without saying anything.

Xuan He stepped into the studio without having time to figure out the meaning in his eyes, and he finally understood the meaning of Xie Chun's hesitant eyes.

In the studio, what was hanging on the inner wall, what was on the shelf, what was spread out on the table, what was painted, what was not finished, what was fully unfolded, what was only half-extended, as long as it was a scroll, without exception, all It's him.

Xie Chun's painting skills are superb, Xuanhe suddenly saw so many of himself, and many of them were dressed in red, it was really a bit creepy.

Perhaps he should be thankful that Xie Chun's hobby is painting, not painted sculpture, otherwise when he opened the door and was watched by many three-dimensional himself, the scene must be more exciting than it is now.

After a while, Xuanhe began to look carefully at these paintings. After all, they are ink paintings, which cannot achieve the photo-like effect of oil paintings, but they are indeed very realistic.

At this time, apart from craftsmen, very few people paint for truth, most of them are for artistic conception, Xie Chun doesn't know what to think.

"You draw so many, what should I do?"

"got used to."

"what?"

"I can't see you in Liangzhou."

There was no complaint in Xie Chun's words, and he would not complain, but if he hadn't complained, he wouldn't have...

Xuanhe felt a little guilty when he watched him so calmly. In those seven years, he only thought of Xie Chun at the beginning, and he did nothing after that, but Xie Chun...you can tell how many paintings he has drawn just by looking at his superb painting skills .

He also thought that Xie Chun's studio in Prince Yan's mansion was called Jinwu.

The golden house hides the beauty, but the studio is full of him.