Loyalty Hou Tiansheng rebellious

Li Yan gave Chen Hen a few plum blossoms to be kept in the water and placed on the small case of the long couch.

Chen Hen was bored, so he poked a branch of the plum blossom with his hand, and a petal dangled down.Seeing this, he hurriedly withdrew his hands and put them tightly in his sleeves, pretending that nothing happened.

Li Yan was sitting across from him reading a book, while Chen Hen was lying on the desk, holding the plum blossoms in the black clay pot with his hands, thinking about things in his mind.

The matter of the rebellion was finally made clear.

The long sword on his neck, he felt, was actually taken off by Li Yan for him.

only--

He seems to have forgotten something.

Chen Hen thought hard, but couldn't think of anything.

He raised his head slightly, and looked at Li Yan through the slanted plum blossom branches on the case: "My lord, am I..."

At this time, Bandit Jian knocked on the door outside.Sanqing Temple prepares for supper.

After seeing the bandits, Chen Hen remembered what he had forgotten—the suicide note!He asked the bandits to scatter the suicide notes all over the sky!

After Bandit Jian put down a plate of plum cakes, Chen Hen hurriedly got off the couch, tugged at his sleeves, and took him outside the door to talk: "Bi Jian, those letters I gave you?"

Bandit Jian said solemnly: "Young master, don't worry, I've put them all away. When the snow stops, I'll go down the mountain overnight to deliver them to you."

"No, no." Chen Hen quickly waved his hand, "I won't deliver the letters anymore, those letters... are not well written, I thought wrong, please return them to me."

"Sir?"

Chen Hen sneered and said, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you, it was indeed my mistake."

Bandit Jian didn't ask much, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you right now."

"By the way, the letter I gave you...have you read it?"

Bandit Jian replied solemnly: "I have seen it."

Chen Hen raised his forehead: "It's miserable."

"If Bandit Jian doesn't say it, my memory is not good. After a while, I won't remember what was written in the letter." Bandit Jian smiled and cupped his fists at him, "Master, wait, I'll get the letter." .”

Chen Hen folded his hands and leaned against the door to wait for him. In a blink of an eye, he saw the lights in the room were on, and thought of Li Yan.

When he wrote the suicide note, he only thought that he was going to die, and his mind was muddled. Up to now, he doesn't remember what he wrote.

He racked his brains to think, but couldn't remember a single thing.

When he was thinking about things indiscriminately, Bandit Jian came back.

"Thank you very much, I really trouble you." Chen Hen took the thick stack of letters, "Go back to sleep earlier, I will take care of the emperor here."

Bandit Jian saluted him again, turned around and left.

Chen Hen suddenly called out to him: "Hey, bandits..."

"Is there something else, son?"

"I..." Chen Hen scratched his head, "When I sent you this letter, I said that the emperor would take me to enjoy the flowers at night, and I didn't mean anything else."

At that time, he thought that appreciating flowers was a code word between him and Li Yan, and he almost said this to Bandit Jian disheartened.

"Yeah." Bandit Jian nodded and said, "Ban Jian doesn't remember."

After Bandit Jian left, Chen Hen held a thick stack of letters and laughed dumbfoundedly.

What a fool.

This kind of thing is easy to be misunderstood by others. It is best for him to keep it for himself and burn it when he finds a chance.But now—

He suddenly wanted to see what he said from the bottom of his heart before he died.

So Chen Hen sat down on the wide railing in the corridor, and by the light from the window, opened the letters one by one to read.

He said that Wu Duan was courageous and heroic, that Su Heng was unconstrained and talented, and that Xu Xing was unconventional and a model of a family. In short, they were all flattering words, and he wanted them to think about them more. own good.

But he said to Li Yan——

Chen Hen only opened it for a glance, then quickly folded the letter.

What the hell is this talking about?He didn't even dare to look at it himself.

Chen Hen didn't dare to put the letter paper back into the envelope, fearing that Li Yan would find it out, so he put it in his belt very carefully after folding it, and was going to burn it when he had a chance.

After reading the letter to Li Yan, Chen Hen was not in the mood to read other letters.

After packing up, he quietly opened the door and went in, calling out to him angrily: "Your Majesty."

Li Yan was still sitting cross-legged on the table reading a book, Chen Hen saw that he didn't pay attention to his intentions, so he crept in.

Without raising his head, Li Yan asked, "What are you and Bandit Jian planning?"

Chen Hen was stuffing the stack of letters at the bottom of the wastebasket, and said with a dry smile, "It's nothing..."

He turned his head and saw several plum blossoms and a stack of plum cakes on the table in front of Li Yan, which looked too—

Chen Hen stepped forward, took away the black pottery pot with plum blossom branches, and changed the subject by the way: "This is too cruel, putting the dead and the living together."

Meihua is dead and alive, while Chen Hen is stupid.Li Yan pursed his lips and smiled.

It's just that the lights were not on, and from Chen Hen's perspective, Li Yan's expression was unclear, but seemed to be cold.

Chen Hen suddenly remembered something, hurriedly raised his right hand to make an oath, and said weakly: "My lord, I don't want to rebel anymore, I swear."

Li Yan paused when he turned the corner of the book page, and said, "I haven't said anything yet, you already know what I'm thinking? What have you been thinking about all day long?"

Seeing that he didn't mean to blame, Chen Hen took off his shoes and got on the couch, sat cross-legged in front of him, picked up a piece of plum cake and ate it.

Only halfway through eating, he propped his elbows on the table restlessly, leaned closer, puffed his cheeks, and asked him vaguely: "What is the emperor looking at?"

Li Yan didn't answer, but raised his head slightly to look at him.

Without seeing the words on the book clearly, nor Li Yan's face clearly, Chen Hen swallowed the plum cake in his mouth with a thud, and retreated sleepily: "I'm sorry, my lord, I shouldn't have disturbed you."

"What time is it?"

Chen Hen turned his head to look out of the window, it was pitch black outside the window, and the night was thick, so he replied with a sentence that Li Yan could also see: "It's probably very late."

Li Yan glanced at the last few words of the book in a hurry, and closed the book together: "Sleep, I will go down the mountain when the snow stops tomorrow."

"Hey." Chen Hen held the plum cake in his mouth, stomped his feet and put on his shoes, stood up and jumped on the spot twice, "I am waiting for the emperor to undress."

While chewing the plum cake, Chen Hen took off Li Yan's belt.

He turned around, hung the belt on the hem of his clothes, and said casually: "My lord, I found something."

Li Yan lowered his head to untie his belt: "What?"

The belt was not hanging stably, and it slipped off the clothes rail. Chen Hen bent over to pick it up, hung the belt on the clothes rail again, and said: "When I was crying on the emperor's shoulder, I finally understood, the emperor Why did I like to lean my head on other people's shoulders before, it turned out that it was really—"

Chen Hen was shocked, and just after he said this, Li Yan didn't make a sound, and walked two steps forward, stood behind him, leaned forward, and put his head on his shoulder.

Li Yan sighed contentedly, before Chen Hen finished speaking, he asked: "Really what?"

Chen Hen's neck was stiff: "It's really... really comfortable."

Li Yan smiled, and replied: "It is indeed very comfortable."

Chen Hen came back to his senses, touched his head, with a smile on his face.

He set off fireworks for himself and Li Yan in his heart. It was a great feeling that the monarch and his subjects were still the same as before. He had been worried for so long, and finally everything was as before.

Li Yan suddenly said again: "There is no one else."

Chen Hen has not yet reacted: "What?"

"I didn't rest my head on other people's shoulders, only you."

When he said this, it seemed to be coquettish.

Chen Hen's heart is full of fireworks!Fireworks for myself and Li Yan!

He was so happy that he could rush out and run around in the snow, suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Chen Hen smiled and rubbed his head, and replied repeatedly: "I know, I know."

Chen Hen stuffed the suicide note to Li Yan in his belt, planning to deal with it anytime.It happened that he didn't tuck it well, and a corner was exposed, and Li Yan's eyes were sharp, so he could see it as soon as he lowered his head.

"Li Ting." One of Li Yan's hands slid along his waist and stretched out in front of him, twisting a corner of the letter with two fingers, he pulled out the letter, "What is this?"

"This is..." Chen Hen was startled, and raised his hand to grab the letter paper.

Seeing his appearance, Li Yan was aroused by him, and asked again: "What is it?"

Chen Hen blurted out, "It's a love letter."

After saying this, he realized that something was wrong, and he only held the letter paper in his palm, clenched it tightly, as if he wanted to rub it into his bones and blood.

Li Yan only took it as a love letter from someone else to Chen Hen, and then thought about how he showed his face in front of everyone in the audience during the daytime, and most of the people who came to Sanqing Temple to offer incense were young ladies from your family.

If you think about it this way, everything can be corrected.

So Li Yan's expression froze, and he said coldly, "Who gave it to you?"

"It's not mine." Chen Hen turned his back to the light and his face was unclear. He only clenched his hands tighter. My mind is dizzy, I want to pass it to the emperor."

"you……"

"It's not an important matter, just return him as a slave."

Chen Hen stuffed the love letter back into his belt, turned around and tore off Li Yan's belt.

He pursed his lips and said nothing more.

After blowing out the lamp, Chen Hen took down the small case on the long couch, sat on it wrapped in a quilt, and prepared to watch for a while before going to sleep.

The long couch and the bed where Li Yan slept were placed opposite each other in a corner, if he lay down, he would meet Li Yan who was sleeping on the bed.

When he lay down in a daze, he only heard Li Yan say: "Li Ting, can you tell me a story?"

"En." Lying on the couch, Chen Hen bent his elbows as a pillow, curled up, closed his eyes and thought for a while, "Then let's talk about Jia Qiang and Ling Guan in "The Story of the Stone."

"It's been said before."

"I have some new realizations recently." Chen Hen said leisurely, "This story should start from Jia Baoyu. Baoyu is a person with the most affection and nature, but he didn't understand at first."

"Don't understand what?"

"He grew up with his sisters and sisters, and they all treated him well, so he didn't understand." Chen Hen murmured, "He thought he was born to be well treated by everyone, and the tears of all the sisters deserved to be loved by everyone." He flows."

Chen Hen continued: "Baoyu knows how to think for others. When Lingguan painted Qiang, he knew how to let Lingguan go to shelter from the rain first, regardless of standing in the rain himself. He naturally thinks of others. Others should also be good to him."

"But later when he met Ling Guan, Ling Guan just painted roses on the ground, and then he didn't sing "The Romance of the West Chamber" to him. She asked Jia Qiang to let her sing, so she sang."

Chen Hen seemed to be falling asleep, and his voice was erratic, as if it came from far away: "So after this incident, Baoyu understood. He alone cannot be well-loved by the whole world, sisters and sisters I also shed tears for others. Who should be nice to whom is determined by God. So, after this, Bao Dai will be truly affectionate."

In the end, Chen Hen concluded: "Everyone has their own fate, and whoever is good to whom is determined by God."

In the dark, Li Yan responded, he put his hands on his pillow, looked at Chen Hen's direction and smiled with his lips curled up, as if he was thinking.

It was late at night, and there was silence everywhere. The snow in the yard crushed the branches, and there was a soft click.

Hearing this soft sound, Chen Hen suddenly said in a dream: "My lord, do we look like the Su brothers' 'Long on the opposite bed, the night rain is bleak'? There is no night rain at this time, so we can't stay overnight." Snow is still..."

Chen Hen slept facing the wall. When he said this, Li Yan suddenly approached him, lifted his quilt, and lay down on his side beside him, tightly sticking to his back.

Chen Hen struggled to move forward, and stammered: "...the emperor, the emperor, is that you?"

"Yeah." Li Yan said seriously, "It's too cold in this room."

"But this couch is too small." Chen Hen leaned forward again, sticking the quilt to the wall.

"Then shall we go to bed?"

"Do not……"

Li Yan put his arms around his waist, took him into his arms, put his head on his back, and asked in a low voice: "Li Ting, is it God's will that you treat me well?"