Loyalty Hou Tiansheng rebellious

Chen Hen stayed in the Yangju Hall for another three days, until the fourth day of February today.

He reckoned that he could finish copying Su Heng's poems tonight, so he planned to go to the apse to look through them, see if he could find some handy tools, and get out the collection tonight.

When he was in Lingnan, he also did work such as weaving books by thread.

There are few books in Lingnan, the transportation is inconvenient, and the Fujian version that has been handed down occasionally is also very rough.In order to get books for Li Yan to read, Chen Hen copied them for him, copied them on paper, and then helped him pretend them.

I also learned the art of thread-binding books at that time.

Eunuch Gao refilled his tea: "Li Ting, I haven't finished copying yet."

"It's almost there, I'll finish copying it for a while." Chen Hen took a sip of the teacup, turned around and saw Li Yan's empty desk, "The emperor won't be back at noon?"

Eunuch Gao knelt down beside him, helped him sort out the copied poems, and replied: "When I sent someone back to pick up the things, I said by the way that there is something at the emperor's place, and I won't be back at noon. You don't have to worry about it, he will come back at night. At that time, I saw that you wrote seriously, so I didn't tell you."

Chen Hen picked up a pen and wrote two lines of poems on the paper, muttering, "I'm not worried."

Eunuch Gao smiled: "It's getting late, should I order the dinner?"

"The emperor is not here again..."

"The emperor is not here, you don't even need to eat?"

"Wait!" Chen Hen hurriedly explained, "I mean, the emperor is not here, and no one will eat the food in the Yangju Hall. It has nothing to do with whether I eat or not."

"The emperor ordered the Yangju Palace to prepare meals for you today, and also ordered the old servant to watch over you, don't let you write endlessly, and be careful if your hands hurt."

Chen Hen put away the pen in his hand, rubbed his wrist, and asked casually: "Grandpa Gao, is there something for making thread-bound books in the palace, I want to use it."

"Not in the palace." Eunuch Gao paused, "But the emperor has."

Chen Hen was puzzled: "Huh?"

"There is a set under the long couch in the emperor's room, and there are some miscellaneous things. I put two boxes. The old servant dare not touch it, but if you want to use it, just take it and use it."

Chen Hen thought, it might be the set he used in Lingnan, but Li Yan still kept it, and even hid it under the bed.

Since he was hiding under the bed, he didn't know how precious Li Yan was, and there was no reason to touch his things casually.

Chen Hen only said: "That still doesn't work, I'll find someone and ask them to come out of the palace to help me buy a set."

Into the night, the weather is still cold.

The palace servants who had no errands went to bed early, even those on night duty, and they were all hiding in the side hall to talk at this time.

Chen Hen didn't want anyone to wait on him, he just moved all his things to the inner room, wrapped himself in a small blanket, sat cross-legged on the couch, and copied poems.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the outer hall and the outer room were all extinguished, only a few candles were still lit in the inner room.

Chen Hen copied so much that his hands hurt, he put down his pen, and when he looked up, he saw Li Yan standing in front of the door.

He originally had a gloomy look on his face, and he stood by the door without light. When Chen Hen cast a glance at him in the lamplight, the candlelight followed his glance and fainted in his eyes, then he smiled and said, "So you are here?" here."

Chen Hen stayed in bed and put on his shoes: "It's cold, let them go back to sleep first, slaves serve the emperor."

After putting on his shoes, he picked up the candle on the table and lit the long candle on the lampstand by the door.

But Li Yan turned his head and blew out the long candle: "That's good, I don't need to startle the night watchmen. Don't let them serve you."

"Hey." Chen Hen put the candle aside, then reached out to untie Li Yan's shirt, gossiping, "Did the emperor bring anyone outside?"

"Bring it, and we broke up outside the hall, disturbing you?"

"No." Chen Hen took off his coat and shook it vigorously, "Where did the emperor go? Why did you come back so late?"

"Go..." Li Yan paused, Chen Hen was just asking casually, and didn't intend to inquire about his whereabouts, so he took the coat he took off and walked to the side of the clothes.

Li Yan said: "I went to the east of the city. There is a person who needs to see the elder brother Huang's case."

"Hmm." Chen Hen nodded, and threw his coat onto the hem, the hem of which hung straight down, "It's snowing outside, and Bandit Jian doesn't know how to take care of others, has snow fallen on the emperor? Is it wet?" Is it?"

When he asked this question, he used the back of his hand to try the sleeves of the coat that Li Yan had replaced.Probably because the back of his hand couldn't get it out, he held up the sleeve again, and pressed half of his face against it.

The outer shirt was full of cold air, and Chen Hen also faintly felt a little damp.

"Slave, go to the dining room or the imperial hospital and tell them to make some hot ginger soup and ask for a pulse?"

"Don't bother, there's nothing wrong with it." Li Yan glanced at him again, lowered his eyes slightly, and walked to the hem to untie his clothes.

Chen Hen probed the clothes he was wearing again, covered them for a while, and felt that the clothes inside were not damp, so he let him go.

While Chen Hen was arranging the changed clothes, Li Yan put on a clean outer shirt and walked straight to the side of the couch.

He saw the poem manuscripts scattered on the table, and also saw the small blanket Chen Hen covered his legs to keep warm. He pushed the blanket casually and piled it up like a cat's nest.

Li Yan lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down on the couch: "Where did you copy it?"

Chen Hen glanced back: "I can finish copying tonight."

He turned around, took out the same small blanket from the cabinet, and wrapped it around Li Yan: "It's still cold in the room."

Li Yan laughed at him, but didn't move the blanket: "You are afraid of the cold yourself, but you always feel that others are cold."

"If it's someone else—" Chen Hen climbed onto the couch and sat in his cat's litter, "I'm too lazy to bother with him."

"What else do you want to copy? I will copy some for you."

"There are still some. After copying this song, I will pack it up again, and copy it when the emperor is asleep."

But Li Yanquan didn't listen to him, picked up a stack of poems and looked at them: "This is it?"

"Yes."

"Copy faster with two people." Li Yan divided the stack of poems into two, and only gave the smaller stack to Chen Hen, "Have you been copying for a day?"

"No. Didn't the emperor let Eunuch Gao look at the slave?" Chen Hen turned his wrist, "That is, he copied some when he was waiting for the emperor to come back."

Li Yan turned to look at the thick stack of poems he had copied: "I'm afraid I kept you waiting for a long time."

"No." He just bowed his head to write, his strokes looked like a painting, "My lord, what happened to the case?"

Li Yan said nothing, Chen Hen looked up at him.Seeing that his face was slightly cold, the corners of his lips were pursed, and he was in a bad mood, so he hurriedly asked, "Is something wrong?"

"No, you write."

"Eh."

After a while, Chen Hen put down the pen and stretched his waist for the last stroke, "It's finished."

Chen Hen leaned over to take a look at Li Yan, and said with a smile: "The emperor is slower than slaves today."

Li Yan dipped his pen and ink: "Come on, just wait a little longer."

When he finished copying, Chen Hen was very bored, so he picked up the pen again, took a piece of waste paper, and wrote and drew on it.

"My lord, I will also imitate your handwriting."

As he was talking, he wrote a sentence on the waste paper - the small window sits idle and the moon is hazy.

It is indeed Li Yan's brushwork, sharp and sharp, each stroke is like a long sword.The words are not written like sitting idle, but rather like sitting upright.

And when he finished writing the last word, Li Yan also put down his pen.

Chen Hen dried the ink-stained rice paper on the case, and put it away neatly.

While tidying up, he said: "The emperor will go to court early tomorrow, go to bed quickly."

Li Yan said: "It's still early, don't you still have to pack these things? I will help you."

Chen Hen smiled at him: "Thank you, my lord."

At noon today, Chen Hen asked someone to get a set of tools outside the palace, and they were quick to deliver the tools to him in the afternoon.

Li Yan watched him bring in a small wooden box he hadn't seen before, frowned and said, "You got a new set."

"Didn't the Lingnan set be given to the emperor? Eunuch Gao said that the emperor hid it, but I thought that since the emperor is a treasure, I dare not use it."

Li Yan frowned: "Still using the original set."

Chen Hen responded, put the small box on the ground, turned around and Li Yan dragged out the things hidden under the bed.

They were all things Chen Hen was used to.

This kind of thing was troublesome, the small case and cushions on the couch were removed, and the things needed to be used were scattered everywhere, and the two of them sat opposite each other.

Chen Hen lowered his head, turned over the paper he had just copied, and sighed: "I haven't done this kind of work for a long time, and I don't know if I will do it again."

"This time I will do it."

"Hey." Chen Hen handed him the paper, "My lord, please take a look."

Li Yan found out the two pages that had been laid down, and while Chen Hen wasn't paying attention, he changed them quietly.

It is said that it has been a long time since I did this kind of thing, but in fact, I did not forget it so quickly, and I am still proficient.The two of them cooperated well. Whatever Li Yan wanted to use, he just raised his hand, and Chen Hen handed it to him.

Do fine work, but also gossip.

"My lord." Chen Hen raised his head and smiled at him, "This is like when we were in Lingnan."

"Ah."

Later, Chen Hen suddenly thought of Li Shi, and asked him, "Is the Master in Sanqing Mountain?"

"I'm getting better. I said I want to stay in the temple to pray for blessings. I won't be coming back for the time being."

"My son fully understood what the emperor meant." Chen Hen nodded, "It's not a bad thing for young people to suffer more."

Li Yan lowered his head, and used his right thumb and index finger to test the distance of punching holes on the page: "He didn't understand what I meant, he understood it from the Marquis of Zhongyi."

Chen Hen pushed Li Yan's index finger back, and when he felt that it was almost done, he handed the small awl to Li Yan: "Let's just go here, my lord, be careful."

"Ah."

Li Yan punched holes for the thread-bound book, Chen Hen leaned over to read it, and helped him hold down the paper: "Your Majesty's reputation in Chang'an City is not very good, I'm afraid it will be ruined by others."

Li Yan began to make a hole: "Yes."

"They all said he was gloomy, but how could he be so powerful? He just doesn't like to talk, and he's just a little awkward."

"Ah."

Chen Hen continued: "Actually, it's not a big deal. In the future, if you get a crown and serve in the North Korean army, your reputation will naturally improve. I just don't know what he likes to do."

Li Yan patted the back of his hand: "Raise your hand."

"Hey." Chen Hen changed the position of the paper to face Li Yan, so that it would be more convenient for him, "After a few years, his temper will probably improve."

"Li Ting, let's not talk about Li Shi, I..."

Both of them lowered their heads, staring intently at the stack of papers, their bodies bowed lower and lower, and when Li Yan was talking, their heads finally touched each other.

The knock wasn't very heavy at first, but just as soon as he touched it, Chen Hen let out a soft cry, and straightened up while covering his forehead.

Li Yan was probably a little annoyed by his reaction, as if he was angry with a child, he insisted on bumping his forehead, leaned forward a little, and touched it lightly again through Chen Hen's hand covering his forehead.

The shadow of red candles flickered in front of the couch.

Chen Hen smiled, and lowered his head to fiddle with the pages of the book: "Get it done quickly, if you want to do it this way, you won't be able to finish it by tomorrow morning."

Li Yan also lowered his eyes and said hello.

After a long time, Chen Hen sewed up the pages of the book with a needle and thread, and asked him casually, "What did the emperor want to say just now?"

"I would be like that without you."

Which look?Naturally, it was that gloomy look.

Chen Hen smiled at him, and said, "The Emperor looks like a giant dragon in the west."

"how?"

"There are sharp claws, there are also hard scales, and..." There is also a soft belly.

Chen Hen didn't dare to say any more, because it would be blasphemy of God's grace again.He tied a knot with the hemp thread, and then cut off the excess thread with scissors: "Okay."

He flipped through the book from beginning to end, handed it to Li Yan, and asked him to read it too.

"My lord, I'll go to Xu's mansion tomorrow and give Xu Zhenmian my things." Chen Hen put the book in his arms, and packed all the things on the couch.

Li Yan lowered his eyes, hiding the unknown meaning in his eyes: "I sent someone to help you send it, you don't have to go in person."

"I agreed to Su Yuanjun at the beginning." Chen Hen said, "Xu Zhenmian didn't know that this poem was written by Su Yuanjun. If someone else went, I would be afraid of revealing my secrets. If you agree to someone else's business, you must Made it."

Li Yan remained silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

Chen Hen waited for a long time, but he didn't see him speak, so he tentatively asked him: "It's getting late, should I wait for the emperor to sleep?"

"No, I want to sit alone for a while."

Not daring to ask him any more, Chen Hen only responded, and quietly retreated outside the door holding the poetry collection and the small box containing the tools.

He always felt that something was wrong with Li Yan today, something was wrong with his expression when he just came back, something was wrong when he spoke, something was wrong everywhere.

Probably it was related to the things he was busy with recently, or maybe it was related to the people he met during the day.

Chen Hen hid outside the door and watched him secretly.Li Yan stared at the residual candle on the case for a while, until the candle burned out, the candle light suddenly flickered, and then went out quickly.

By the momentary candlelight, Chen Hen seemed to see him covering his face with his hands, as if he was crying.

Chen Hen turned around, put away the collection of poems and the box in his arms, and ran towards Li Yan quickly.The box was not placed stably, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.

He didn't look back, he took Li Yan into his arms amidst the chaos and noise, and said softly: "My lord, no matter what happens, don't feel bad."