Don't run away to touch porcelain

After seeing off Shi Yisong, Wen Jue took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. It was a very ordinary azure handkerchief, and there was nothing special about it except for its better texture. At first glance, it was a man's handkerchief, plain and simple.Wen Jue held the veil in front of her and sniffed it lightly. Naturally, after so many years, there would be no scent of the master left on the veil, but Wen Jue still couldn't help but do it often, as if it could offset some anxiety .Once Shi Yisong asked why Wen Jue always wore this handkerchief, but Wen Jue answered irrelevantly, "Sir, do you know what is the biggest difference between me and the prince?" There are too many differences between Wen Jue and the prince. Knowing what Wen Jue wanted to talk about, he only replied that he would like to hear more about it. Wen Jue smiled lightly, and said that the most different thing between me and Wen Jue was his xinxing. Things are hard to get or very dangerous. Although I grit my teeth and feel unwilling, I can only let go. But I am different. What I have is patience and tenacity. No matter how many years and efforts, I will always get the things in the end.Shi Yisong didn't know whether Wen Jue was referring to the throne or something else, but Wen Jue had no intention of saying more, and the two of them never mentioned it again.

In fact, this conversation started with the handkerchief, and it was naturally about the person related to the handkerchief. The origin of this handkerchief can be regarded as a half-new and not old story.

Four years ago, Wen Jue had quietly left the imperial city. It would be a crime of treason for a prince who had not been entrusted to leave the imperial city without authorization, but at that time Wen Jue had no place to intervene in the military. So he had to take the risk of going to Hezhou to persuade his uncle to stand by him. It stands to reason that his uncle and nephew shouldn't be born in such a way, but Wen Jue's mother, Lu Qiang, was a descendant, while his uncle, Lu Shu, was a concubine. It is not uncommon for wives and concubines to be at odds in the inner house. Back then, Lu Shu's mother offended his wife and was punished and sent to Zhuangzi. I don't know if she died of illness not long after being treated harshly. The government sued the mother-in-law for murder, and the matter was so uproar that year that even Mr. Lu was ashamed. Naturally, Lu Shu, a concubine, could do nothing. He did not return to the Lu family but joined the army, and he had no contact with his own parents and stepmother. After many years, none of Wen Jue's direct uncles became successful, but this concubine's uncle was very good in the army. However, in the age of [-], he has become the third-rank commander of the guards, and everyone in the court knows that although he is the concubine of the Lu family, he will always be at odds with the Lu family. They have to turn their faces once, so there is really no family relationship with Wen Jue.

Wen Jue risked his life to go this time, but somehow he persuaded Lu Shu to help him in the dark. After many years, seeing that this life-threatening trip is very important to Wen Jue, it was through Lu Shu's dredging. , Wen Jue gradually made many useful people in the army, but although the purpose of this trip was achieved, something went wrong on the way back to the imperial city. He was originally traveling with a caravan, but unexpectedly I met bandits in a place called Concave Mountain. The bandits were just looting some money at the foot of the mountain and dawdling around. They didn't hurt people's lives or do anything big and evil. The officers and soldiers came to arrest them. They ran away, and the officers and soldiers reappeared after leaving. Over time, the government didn't bother to care about this piece of brown sugar. Unexpectedly, they heard that the new magistrate was determined to wipe out the bandits completely. The bandit panicked after hearing the letter, so he was ready to tie up a batch of meat tickets to negotiate terms with the government, but they must have never expected that there was a piece of dragon meat in the meat ticket, and Wen Jue didn't dare to reveal his identity. Otherwise, if the prince went out of the imperial city to meet the local guard without authorization, this matter would be faster than his death at the hands of bandits.

Wen Jue was afraid of being conspicuous all the way and didn't bring many people around him, and he didn't expect that anyone would be so desperate to go to the officialdom to rob people, but it's just that there were such a group of people who were forced to die He was a villain, but by coincidence, he met him again.Wen Jue was mixed in the caravan and escorted to the concave angle mountain. He was full of depression and had nowhere to vent. He could only keep a low profile and not attract attention before trying to figure out other things. A few masters in his family were behind him, and it is estimated that they will be there soon. Discovering the situation and coming to the rescue, there is no danger of life for the time being.

When the group reached the foot of the mountain, the guard Wen Jue expected did not show up. Instead, he met a young man in white with a silver sword and a picturesque face. The young man was lazily leaning against a tree with a foxtail in his mouth. The black satin-like horse grazing unhurriedly with its head down. Even though it was a situation where a man was a knife and I was a fish, Wen Jue was quite relaxed and surprised. He felt that the scene of the young man was like a The extremely freehand ink painting is completely natural and ingenious.The young man glanced at the caravan with a half-smile, spat out the foxtail in his mouth, and looked at the bandit in the lead, "I don't know what to call this big brother?"

The leading bandit was quite big, but he seemed to realize that the young man was not easy to get along with, so he replied politely and cautiously, "My name is Kou Yong, and I live here in the concave corner mountain, what's the little brother doing?"

The young man's voice was as clear as water, but with a hint of impatience, "Since you are a bandit, you are doing your job at the foot of this mountain. If you have nothing to do, go to the official road to rob someone. Our school has rules. When you encounter injustice, you need to draw your sword." Help, if you do your little business here with peace of mind, you don’t need to make me run from the official road to come here to intercept you. I see that you have no intention of hurting others, and you should have rescued them. I let you go, but you have put so much trouble into me, and beating you up is not wronged."

There were more than a dozen bandits who hijacked the caravan, and all of them were in good health. At first, Kou Yong gave the young man some face. The disciples of the big sect didn't want to provoke them, but the young man's mouth was really ugly, and these bandits were mostly reckless men who were quick to catch, and when they saw the young man's rude words, they showed anger, and after a few more words in their mouths, they immediately started fighting.Although Wen Jue's martial arts has only been learned to the point of strengthening his body, he still has some vision. The young man's swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, his white clothes are like snow and his sword is as bright as stars, and he is besieged by more than a dozen people without a trace of panic. The body is like clear water, and every move is full of grace. Wen Jue watched from a distance, and gradually forgot to look at the sword moves. He only remembered the youthful and arrogant appearance of the young man. He was not What kind of slutty person who is interested in sex, but at that time, he had a faint idea in his heart, how proud and happy it would be if such an informal and outstanding beauty could be kept by his side.

The young man didn't know that some of the people he rescued were plotting against him, so he beat up the bandits to get out of his anger, and reluctantly escorted them back to the official road amidst the caravan's thanks.Wen Jue, who was supposed to be as low-key and unobtrusive as possible, couldn't help but get close to the young man. At that time, he hadn't cultivated the temperament of spring wind and rain to save all sentient beings in the future. He looked like a gentle and polite young man, so he thanked the young man first. , and said that he should repay his life-saving grace, and asked how to find the young man again. The young man encountered a lot of troubles for no reason, and his expression was impatient. The bloodstains were startled, "Are you injured?" The wound on Wen Jue's hand was scratched when he was helping the caravan push the car just now, and he didn't care much about it himself. The boy took out an azure handkerchief from his arms and stuffed it for Wen Jue "Wrap it up so you don't get infected. It's not easy for you businessmen." Wen Jue took the handkerchief, and when he was about to speak again, the young man was already on his horse. He pointed to the official road in front of him, and said After saying goodbye, he rode away immediately like throwing off a burden, leaving only a pale white afterglow bathed in the sunset under the setting sun.

A year later, after many twists and turns, Wen Jue finally found out the origin of the boy, Ye Huizhi, the second son of Ye Zongshi, the last disciple of the owner of Jianyi Villa, and the second son of Ye Zongshi, the general of the town.Wen Jue couldn't help but tighten the fingertips holding the handkerchief. If a person of this status doesn't sit in that position, how can he get it?

The emperor's bedroom was filled with a faint smell of medicine, and because the emperor was weak, the palace people did not dare to use any incense to suppress the smell of medicine, so they only chose fragrant seasonal fruits to give off some fruity fragrance. Concubine Ying stood in the outside of the bedroom in order, until Lord Wang Yuan of the Dujingsi finished playing with the emperor and left before returning to the emperor's side. The emperor was half-sitting on the dragon bed, and his complexion was better than a few days ago, but his mood was not as calm as before Lord Wang came. up.In fact, the emperor didn't reveal anything, but how could he hide his emotions from Concubine Ying, a woman who spent half her life in the palace by speculating on the emperor's happiness and anger. He brought clear water to the emperor, and sat down beside the dragon bed tenderly, "Your Majesty has been here for a long time, but the emperor feels tired, do you want to take a rest?"

The emperor drank half a glass of water and handed the silver cup to the eunuch beside him. He pulled Concubine Ying's hand and patted it absent-mindedly, "Qiang'er, Wang Yuan just said that the crown prince had an unpleasant quarrel with the ministers in the early court. I heard that Back in the East Palace, I dropped half of the things in the study."

Concubine Ying's temperament has always been gentle and kind in the eyes of outsiders. After hearing this, she saw a flash of surprise in her eyes, but her tone was still light, "I don't understand what you men are arguing all day long. But no matter how you say that the prince is under your emperor's order to supervise the country, how can these courtiers disobey the prince's intentions in public? How can the prince's majesty survive? Fortunately, Jue'er is always on his brother's side, otherwise wouldn't it be It will chill the heart of your crown prince who works day and night on state affairs on behalf of the emperor."

The emperor's tone was flat, "Jue'er is not on the prince's side this time."

Concubine Ying was really surprised when she heard this, she was innocent and at a loss for doing something wrong, "Why, Jue'er has always followed the prince's lead, so how could he not stand by the prince's side? No, the concubine must have scolded him heavily, your health is important, so please don't be angry, Your Majesty."

"I'm not angry with the fifth son. The fifth son offended the prince because he thought about me." The emperor sighed, "Do you know why they quarreled in the early dynasty and the prince sent Ji Canghai out of the imperial city to suppress the rebellion?" , Turning around, I wanted to replace most of the generals who defended the imperial city. I haven’t died yet, so the crown prince can’t sit still. Does he want his people to guard my imperial city? I call the shots?"

Concubine Ying saw that the emperor was slightly angry, and gently held the emperor's hand to persuade him, "Your majesty, you can't just listen to one side of the story and get angry with the prince. Maybe he didn't mean it. Sister Xu left early, and the prince is still a minister. The concubine watched him grow up, and the concubine dared to protect the prince. Your Highness is definitely not a rebellious person. Although he is not as kind to ordinary people as the emperor, there is always a lenient king and a majestic one. Concubine I can't see what is wrong with the prince, how can the emperor blame the prince because of other people's few words."

After hearing this, the emperor frowned and tightened his brows, as if muttering to himself, "Nanming has been in existence for a hundred years, there have been gentle and majestic kings, but there has never been a king who doesn't love the people. Was it wrong to choose, was the promise I made to the queen before she died was wrong."

Concubine Ying was so frightened that she knelt on the ground, Huarong yelled at the emperor, the emperor stretched out his hand to pat the frightened Concubine Ying, and couldn't help sighing, "Get up first, and pretend you didn't hear what you just said."

Concubine Ying stood up in shock, and sat back next to the emperor, her voice trembling slightly, "Your Majesty, you know that this concubine only wants to be favored and the mother and child are safe all her life, and this concubine and Jue'er have no other intentions."

"I know," the emperor nodded and did not say any more about the crown prince, "you have always been a blessing, and you are also a blessing."

The author has something to say: =3= I have been entangled for a long time whether the word was infected in ancient times. I found it mentioned in "Yangzhou Painting Boat Record? Qiaodonglu", so it must be there~