debt repayment

Because Song Huiming suddenly left Beijing for business, Song Hui'an's winter banquet passed without a hitch.

Song Hui'an was seriously ill a few days ago, and Song Huiming always found excuses to come to the palace to see him, and he knew his intentions.

This bastard can't be killed or beaten, he has no choice but to be afraid that Song Huiming will overstep in front of outsiders, so he has no choice but to give in to him temporarily, close the door, and do unethical things with Song Huiming. Luan down phoenix, really happy.

This pleasure was said by Song Huiming himself. When he thought of it, he felt a headache. He wished that the thunder would strike Song Huiming to death.

In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve. Isn't he coming back to celebrate the New Year?

Song Hui'an thought about it for a while, and then realized that it was weird. He thought about Song Huiming so much, but he didn't want to cut him into pieces, absolutely no!

Song Hui'an talked to himself and shook his head.Half a day later, at dusk, Liansheng sent a letter.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness King Jian entrusted his servants to send it back to the capital to present it to you."

Song Huian glanced at the letter wearily, only to feel disgusted, as if seeing the letter from a distance, Song Huiming's hypocritical smiling face that deserved a beating appeared in front of his eyes.

I don't know what nonsense this bastard said.

He waved his hand and said, "Let me take a look with Bengong."

Liansheng promised to submit a letter.He took a deep breath and opened the plain yellow letterhead.

There was only a piece of letter paper full of words inside.

Song Hui'an unfolded the letter paper, and Song Huiming's handsome and vigorous ink characters spread all over his eyes.I saw that the letter read:

"His Royal Highness is a thousand years old, wishful and auspicious. I have followed the imperial order to go north for half a month, and my heart is concerned about His Highness's cold illness. I don't know if His Highness is safe? I don't know if Your Highness is happy when he sees this letter? Is he anxious? I take the road of Jiuhuang. The road is dangerous and difficult. At that time, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and the color was not visible. This made me miss the peaches and plums in Beijing. I thought about the spring water in the coming year, and I also thought about the safety of Your Highness. Your Highness is weak and should not go out. You need to take care of your body. I found a good medicine in Jiuhuang. I agree with this letter Send them back to Beijing together, hope Your Highness will take the medicine, and take care of your heart. In the past, Mr. Zhu's heart was disturbed and his soul was lonely, his body was broken, and his love was hard to get rid of. Perfection is inevitable. Your Highness is among dragons and phoenixes, and it is not close to human feelings. Your Highness When you are young, you should work hard to be worthy, and don't let your highness be swayed by personal feelings. When your highness reads this letter, I should have already set off for Beijing. I miss your highness very much, and hope to return to Beijing as soon as possible, so that you can see your highness."

"The legend of Zhujun originated from the south, and it is also popular in the north now. In the severe winter of the twelfth lunar month, the minister met a singing boy, and he sang exactly "Bamboo Lord". Smile."

"The song says: I am the moon, bright and not fading; I am the orchid, and the scorpion is alone; I am the bamboo, the strength is not broken. The moon is the moon, what do you wish me? Weeping and hesitating, fearing humiliation Your heart. Bamboo, bamboo, brilliance and jade green, if I wish, I will see Jun'an."

After Song Hui'an read it, he thought about it for a few seconds, and then his ears turned red.

How could this be the ballad that Song Huiming heard from the Northern Kingdom? It is clear that he used the excerpts of the ballad to write a love poem with him in the name of Mr. Zhu!

The relationship between the two has always been hidden. Song Huiming’s letters dare not be straightforward. “Bamboo” is the pseudonym Song Huiming suggested to him when he set off river lanterns to make a wish during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The bamboo gentleman written in his love poem clearly refers to to him.

May I wish to see Junan.

This bastard, he never forgets to disturb his cleanliness when he is in foreign affairs.

When the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, he felt ashamed and angry. Lian Sheng saw that his master's appearance was different, and he was afraid that King Jian would speak disrespectfully, so he dared not make a sound.Unexpectedly, Song Hui'an put away the letter paper, looked up at him, and said, "Why are you still here? Go down."

He shunned all the servants, leaned back on the Arhat's bed, took out the letter, and read it several times in silence.He lightly rubbed his temples, and when he was almost unable to read, he covered his eyes with his fingers, and waited for the redness on his face to subside, before reading the words left by Song Huiming.Song Huiming was crazy, even if he didn't want to face the strange relationship between the two, he couldn't resist the other party's sincere confession.

He knew that the taboos that imprisoned him all the time were not tolerated by the world, and he knew that Song Huiming's lunatic could not do anything, but he still couldn't hide his emotion when facing this man.

May I wish to see Junan.

He hadn't seen him for many days, but he also wanted to see this person a little bit.Suihan, I don't know where this person is now, whether he is in the snowy ridge outside the Great Wall, or whether he has entered the pass.

Open the window again to see the snow in the palace, the red is covered by fluttering catkins, and the hoar frost is clustered. Although the palace people have arranged the decorations for the Spring Festival, there is still no spring.

He stood alone for a few seconds, then came back to his senses and smiled self-deprecatingly.It's too inappropriate for me to behave like a girl in Huaichun, and it's not because of that friend.If it wasn't for that bastard's intentional provocation, how could his dignified prince be trapped by such evil feelings.

When that enemy comes back, he must punish him well.

29, Little New Year's Eve.The palace is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and heavenly incense is lit outdoors.Although Song Hui'an was sick, he had to be busy with banquets for a few days throughout the year. According to the rules, he was not allowed to share meals with his concubines, and he only went to visit a few younger brothers.

Naturally, he was by his favorite Xiao Shiwu's side.

East Palace.

"Brother, Qi'er wants to eat cakes," Song Huiqi pulled his sleeve, "Brother Dahuang will come to see us for many days, Qi'er wants to eat the cakes brought by Brother Dahuang."

"Your elder brother was ordered to work, and he hasn't come back yet."

Qi'er was aggrieved and said: "Qi'er misses you big brother."

"The elder brother of the crown prince also misses him?" Song Hui'an couldn't help feeling a little resentful. He was obviously Qi'er's brother of the same father and mother, and he was the one who would spoil him no matter what, but this little greedy cat was actually beaten by a few dollars. The pastry cheated away.

"Think about it, think about it, but Qi'er still likes the elder brother the prince the most!"

Qi'er was very skillful and threw herself into his arms.The younger brother is growing up, and he seems to be fatter than when I saw him a few days ago.Song Hui'an fondled his soft hair, but heard Qi'er shout: "Brother Emperor!"

Looking back, the person who came in from the outside was not the enemy I hadn't seen for a long time.

"I see Your Highness."

Song Huiming had done all the court rituals, looked at him with a smile, he laughed and cursed in his heart, waved his hands and said: "King Jian is free of the ceremony, and I will give you a seat."

"Brother Dahuang," Qi'er smiled, "Did you bring Qi'er any cakes?"

"Bring it to you tomorrow."

Song Hui'an saw that he was cold and tired, so he couldn't help asking: "Did King Jian just return to Beijing?"

"Return to Your Highness. After I returned to Beijing, I went back to the palace and changed my luggage. Then I entered the palace to pay my respects to my father and queen, and then I came to pay my respects to Your Highness. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to thirty these few days. I travel day and night, and I don't want to come back early. "

Those piercing and deep pupils stared at him, clearly saying that he came back specially to see him.

Song Hui'an couldn't tell what it was like, but his voice was much softer: "Liansheng, bring a bowl of warm porridge to King Jian."

"Brother Emperor, where have you been this time?"

"I just went to Beiguo to check some business affairs."

"Qi'er wants to hear it!"

"That can't be done."

Song Hui'an also tapped his younger brother's little head: "Qi'er, good boy, this is the official business of the big emperor, and it needs to be kept secret. It's for the emperor, so don't be curious and playful."

Qi'er pursed his lips and said: "Okay, I got it, brother, I think you and Brother Dahuang are going to talk about grown-ups, I don't understand, I'm going to play with Shiliu and the others, brother, remember to let Dahuang Brother, bring me cake!"

"Hey, you kid, are you going to roll in the snow again? Be careful not to fall!"

Seeing that there were only two people left in the palace, he and Song Huiming only chatted about some boring things because of the eyes and ears of the palace people. I feel that the painting and calligraphy in it are unusual, so I wonder if His Highness can be merciful and let the minister look at the painting more?"

Song Hui'an said casually, "I don't know which one King Jian has taken a fancy to? I'll give it to you."

"Your Highness, it is "Bamboo Lord" that I want to meet again."

Song Hui'an said calmly, "What's the problem? Although King Jian came from his palace."

Song Huiming laughed loudly and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Retiring the palace servants, Song Hui'an was thinking about how to be alone with Song Huiming, but he saw that Song Huiming had already paced to the desk, looking at the paper on his desk.

"What are you doing?"

Song Huiming looked at those drawings and said with a smile: "Your Highness is still young, and he has already started to think about these things."

"I don't want King Jian to talk too much about my palace."

On the desk are the blueprints that the supervisor showed him, about his tomb a hundred years later.

The Zhaohui royal family has a custom of secret burials. The underground palace is extremely luxurious and takes several years to build. The mausoleums of several generations of emperors have been constructed before the kings are crown princes. They are afraid that the monarchs will die early in the future and delay the burial.

Ordinary people's obsession with the kingdom of heaven after death is extraordinary. Princes and nobles pay attention to funeral rites, and it is reasonable for Song Hui'an to personally ask about his own affairs.

Therefore, Song Hui'an would probably be angry if others looked at the blueprint.

Seeing that Song Hui'an was like a cat with fried hair, Song Huiming hurriedly stepped forward to hug him, and said in a low voice: "Okay, okay, Cheng Jia, my husband knows that the torn paper is not as good-looking as you, so my husband should take a look at you."

Song Hui'an trembled all over: "Go inside for me."

He led Song Huiming to the bedroom from last time. Song Huiming noticed the new charcoal in the brazier, maybe Song Hui'an came here these days.

Song Hui'an even brought a pot of hot tea in from the outside, and put the pot and cup in front of him, letting him take care of himself.

Song Huiming couldn't help laughing.

"Cheng Jia, you treat me better."

Song Hui'an said: "Don't be too sentimental. Seeing that you are so tired that you are dying, I will reward you with tea to continue your life."

Song Huiming was still smiling, but stood up, hugged him into his arms, buried his face deeply in his neck, and breathed deeply.Song Hui'an was held by him, at a loss.

The man exudes hot rosin mixed with the smell of snow water, which is warm and not heavy.

He smelled the icy and rough wind and snow in the northern country, and his thoughts drifted away with the man's breathing.

"Did Cheng Jia read the letter from your husband?"

"..."

Song Huiming raised his head, and the two of them were face to face, silent.

[The author has something to say: I was wrong

This article has been written for a long time

Originally, according to the original plan, this article will be finished next month, but it seems that it will not work

I was wrong】