Vendetta

Ding Huai stood in the imperial study room for more than half an hour without opening his mouth. He wrote a lot of papers without stopping, looked up at him, and asked, "What is Ding Shangshu doing?"

"Your Majesty," Ding Huai said, "don't you feel that the palace is completely quiet?"

Yan Zhu glanced at the booklet in his hand, and replied casually after hearing the words: "The palace is naturally quiet, otherwise, how can I deal with political affairs calmly?"

"Yes, it has been so quiet for the past two months," Ding Huai nodded, and said, "It was rare for me to be so quiet when I was in Wanqiu Sect."

Yan Zhu paused the vermilion pen in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Ding Shangshu may as well speak up if he has something to say."

Ding Huai smiled slightly, and said: "When I first arrived in the capital, I heard that there are people in the capital who love to raise birds. They keep beautiful birds in golden cages, and feed them polished rice and fresh fruits every day, but the birds in the cages are gradually getting worse. Love screamed, the coat color was dull, and finally died of depression..."

Yan Zhu's face sank: "He's not a canary, he's an unparalleled eagle."

Ding Huai looked at him without fear: "The canary is depressed, let alone the eagle soaring in the sky?"

Yan Zhu was startled, the ink brush in his hand fell down, and drew a red mark on the paper. After a long silence, Yan Zhu said: "I understand."

Ding Huai cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

Yan Zhu covered his face, waved his hands and said, "Go down."

Ding Huai said: "My minister will leave."

After Ding Huai left, Yan Zhu stood up: "Li Zhong, where is Fu Ling?"

Li Zhongdao: "Just now Ningshuang sent someone to report that he was in the Royal Garden."

"I'll go and see him," Yan Zhu threw the notebook back on the table and sighed, "I'll approve it when I come back."

Imperial Garden——

"Fanchun has been up there for two hours!" Fifth Prince pulled Fu Ling, and pointed anxiously at the cat on the red wall, "It can't get down!"

"Then how did it get up?" Fu Ling looked up at the kitten on the wall, and said, "Is it asleep? It's basking in the sun."

The fifth prince said: "I don't know how it got up, but it hasn't moved at all, are you frightened?"

"It's simple, I went up with a little kung fu, and I hugged it down." Fu Ling took half a step back, and with a little effort, she jumped onto the wall.

The cat lying on the wall stood up, looked back at Fu Ling, and then jumped out of the wall.

"Xiao Hua, don't run away!"

Fu Ling jumped down from the wall and quickly picked up the kitten on the ground. As soon as she raised her head, a circle of guards surrounded her.

These guards stretched their hands very well, the one Fu Ling had seen before should be Yan Zhu's hidden guards.

The leader saluted Fu Ling and said, "My lord, if you have nothing to do, please go back as soon as possible."

Fu Ling asked, "Why?"

The leader did not speak, still maintaining a salute posture.

Fu Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, holding the cat in her arms, glanced at the people around, and understood, "You are Yan Zhu's personal guards, and that Ning Shuang was specially placed by my side. .”

The leader looked up at Fu Ling, then quickly lowered his head.

"How did I know?" Fu Ling smiled and said, "Because everyone else calls me Marshal, and you call me Young Master. He doesn't want me to be bound by a name, but he sends someone to guard him. He is afraid that I will run away. gone?"

Seeing that the hidden guard didn't answer, Fu Ling turned around holding the cat, jumped into the wall again, and handed the cat to the Fifth Prince.

"Why did he do this?" Fu Ling sighed slightly, "I won't run away."

When Yan Zhu arrived at the imperial garden, Fu Ling was sitting on the vermilion wall, still dressed in black, with a dragon tooth knife on her back, looking out of the wall in a daze.

The boy's back is still tall and straight, but with a bit of loneliness.

Yan Zhu felt a pain in his heart, and shouted: "Fu Ling."

"Yan Zhu!" Fu Ling turned her head, showing a surprised expression, and then fell straight back.

"careful!"

Yan Zhu took a step forward, caught the person who fell from the wall, and hugged him firmly in his arms.

Fuling's lightness skill and balance are excellent, how could she fall off the wall, Yan Zhu looked down at the crescent-shaped eyebrows of the person in her arms, and frowned slightly: "Nonsense, what if I miss it?"

"No, you can definitely catch it." Fu Ling put her arms around his neck, jumped off, and burrowed into his arms: "Don't you need to criticize the memorial today?"

"I'm not in a hurry today..." Yan Zhu hugged the person in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "The fourth prince and Concubine Han Gui haven't been caught yet, didn't you say you want to go? You go."

"Really?" Fu Ling raised her head and said, "I will definitely catch them back!"

"It doesn't matter if you catch it or not. Han Bin is disheartened and won't help them anymore. Without the help of the Huaishan faction, there won't be much trouble." Yan Zhu twisted the broken hair from Fuling's temples to the back of his head, "Quick Closed in recent years, New Year's Eve...can I come back?"

Fu Ling nodded: "I will definitely come back, I still want to celebrate the New Year with you."

Fu Ling was walking outside, and she didn't have any luggage, so she didn't need to pack much. She took five hidden guards with her, and left the capital the next day.

He was wearing a dragon tooth sword and was dressed in black. He rode on the black horse named "Wu Yun" and waved to Yan Zhu under the city wall from a distance.

The silver yellow spring flowers on the black clothes glowed a little bit in the sunlight.

Yan Zhu stood on the city tower, clutching the corner of his sleeve tightly, and couldn't help trembling slightly.

Several times he wanted to pull the man back, bring him back to the palace, to a place where he could see and touch.

Yan Zhu didn't turn around until he could no longer see Fu Ling.

In the palace, on the table in the imperial study room, there is still a memorial as high as a mountain waiting for him.

There is still a month before New Year's Eve, the palace is even quieter, Yan Zhu seldom speaks, except for eating and going to bed every day, he is almost dealing with government affairs at other times.

Taxes, border defense, household registration, fields... There is a picture of beauties hanging on the imperial study room, sometimes when she is tired, Yan Zhu will just look at the people in the picture in a trance.

Finally, on the evening of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the sound of horseshoes sounded outside the capital. Yan Zhu stood outside the palace gate, watching Poria come back on horseback.

The eyes of those clear willow leaves are full of light, and the spirits are flying high between Gu Pan.

"I caught it back, and it's still alive!" Fu Ling happily asked the hidden guards to bring up the bound people. Concubine Han Gui and the Fourth Prince were tied up on the horses, bumped for many days, and their faces were pale. Trembling with fright.

Yan Zhu hugged the person who was still jumping, and told Li Zhong: "Put it in the prison first."

Li Zhong: "Yes."

Yan Zhu took Fu Ling's hand and asked, "How hard was the journey? Did the Huaishan faction make things difficult for you?"

"Where are people making things difficult for me now?" Fu Ling laughed, "The Huaishan faction has ignored them for a long time. I contacted Tianji Pavilion and Chunfeng Building and caught them in an inn."

After running around for several days, returning to the palace, and eating dinner, Fu Ling was so sleepy that she yawned. She was the most relaxed when she was with Yan Zhu. fell asleep in the bucket.

Yan Zhu dismissed him, carried him out of the water, wrapped him in a cloth towel, and gently dried the water on his hair.

The person sleeping in the brocade quilt was unconscious, and his breathtaking eyes were closed, with long eyelashes hanging down like crow-colored clipped feathers.

Yan Zhu stared at Fu Ling quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, she leaned slightly and kissed his delicate brow.

The candlelight in the house shines on the picture of the beauty on the wall. The beauty is smiling like a flower, dressed in black, sitting on the eaves, with a black sheathed sword by her side.

Under the eaves, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and thousands of roof tiles, while above the eaves, there is an endless sky, the sea of ​​clouds is surging, and the red sun is shining brightly.

"You shouldn't be stuck here," Yan Zhu hugged Poria into her arms, and said softly, "You should belong to the vast world outside."

In the morning of the second day, Fu Ling opened his eyes and felt a familiar aura surrounding him. He was startled for a moment, and then his sleepiness disappeared: "Aren't you going to court today?"

Seeing the joy in his eyes, Yan Zhu's heart was sour, he smiled and said: "Today is New Year's Eve, the first New Year's Eve when I succeed to the throne, the whole country celebrates it, and I don't go to court."

Fu Ling got up from the bed and said excitedly, "Then let's go to the Lantern Festival! I came back yesterday and saw lights and festoons everywhere on the street. The Lantern Festival must be very beautiful!"

Yan Zhu also sat up: "The lantern festival can only be seen at night, don't worry, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

Fu Ling got out of bed to look for the outer robe, and said, "Anything is fine, as long as there are eggs."

After breakfast, Fu Ling stared at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, "Let's write couplets!"

Yan Zhu was a little surprised: "Can you write couplets?"

"I haven't written it before," Fu Ling asked Ningshuang to bring in a stack of red paper and began to grind ink, "I haven't written it before, but you can try it, Xiao Wu? He doesn't need to read today, let him also Come back and play."

Yan Zhu nodded: "Okay."

The fifth prince soon came with the flower cat. At this time, Fu Ling just finished writing a couplet, and confidently unfolded it for him to read.

I saw that the first couplet wrote: Pig Arch Ruyi.

The second couplet reads: Rooster crowing is auspicious.

Fu Ling nodded in satisfaction: "How is it?"

"The rhyme is clear, the meaning is good," Yan Zhu said seriously: "The writing is getting more and more beautiful."

It's hard not to miss a single typo, and the strokes can be seen clearly. The progress...is really great.

As for the choice of words, this is not within the scope of Poria's consideration.

Fu Ling looked at the Fifth Prince: "Xiao Wu, what do you think?"

Fifth Prince: "..." Brother Huang, do you still remember how you asked me for it?

The fifth prince felt Yan Zhu's gaze at the same time, he stared at the messy couplet, and stammered: "Very, very good."

Fu Ling said: "The horizontal criticism means everything goes well."

Yan Zhu nodded, and wrote the four characters "Everything goes well" on the red paper.

When the ink on the paper was dry, Yan Zhu said to Ningshuang beside him: "Paste this couplet at the door of the imperial study."

Fu Ling couldn't help nodding, she didn't feel that there was any discord between her ghostly drawn talisman-like characters and Yan Zhu's iron-painted silver hook-like characters.

So he naturally didn't know what kind of indescribable feeling the minister who came to the imperial study to see this couplet felt in his heart.