Through the palace of the king of subjugation

"What are you doing in a daze?" Bai Gu put another blank sheet of paper on the small case, staring at the little emperor who was stunned by the table, "Hurry up and copy the important parts, and add text notes... ..."

"I..." Li Yu stared at the writing brush handed to him, and stammered stupidly, "... Me?"

"Otherwise? It will be dawn soon..." Bai Ou pouted as he said, "As for my two ghostly strokes, even if I wrote them, Chen Yu might not be able to understand them!"

After he finished speaking, he stood aside and pretended to study ink, and instructed Li Yu to copy down the key patterns on the drawings neatly, and then watched the other party record all the key points he dictated stroke by stroke.

Li Yu's biological mother was unknown, and he was taken back by Zhou Zheling when he was seven years old in Yongxiang. Later history books often criticized his background, thinking that he was too late to enlighten his wisdom and had no good education; Don't forget to add this.

But the little emperor in front of him was obviously not yet eighteen, and he could write in small script neatly and elegantly; he picked up a pen to write a book, and he put all the panic and embarrassment behind him, with an extremely focused expression.

White Gull watched from the side, and forgot about the ink ingot he was grinding in his hand.

In order for the white gull to come today, Li Yu ordered someone to add a charcoal basin in the pavilion in advance; thinking that the white gull was here to teach him how to play, he went to the warm pavilion to choose a few dense green plants to add.

At this moment, the temperature of the charcoal fire is roasting the emerald green, giving off a different and fresh aroma of green grass.

Li Yu lowered his head and was serious at his desk. When he picked up his pen and was about to dip the ink, he realized that the white gull had stopped the movement of his hand, and the ink in the inkstone was about to be dried. None of them noticed.

His hand holding the pen paused, and the leisurely aroma lingered in the room from the tip of his nose.

This natural aroma is like a free and easy white gull.

He looked up at the white gull.

That face had deep features and sharp edges and corners, and the short hair covered the long eyebrows that fell into the temples.

He also thought of the appearance when he first saw the white gull in that exquisite ceremonial silk armor appearing in front of him.

The man at the desk was really good-looking. The scene in front of him really looked like a different kind of red sleeves.

Such a thought made his ears blush in an instant.

In any case, he and Bai Gu finally stood together.

No more confrontations.

Seeing that Li Yu's hand holding the pen stopped by the inkstone for a long time, Bai Ou came back to his senses, pretended to stroke the ink ingot in his hand twice, and said, "Why don't you write."

"It's finished..." Li Yu looked at Bai Ou, "...you didn't continue."

"Hmm..." Bai Gu put down the ink ingot in his hand, looked away from his big clean eyes, and cleared his throat in embarrassment, "It's almost there, let's do this first."

"I'll call Xiao Yao to come in and collect the copied blueprints. You should find a way to send them to Chen Yu as soon as possible." He turned around and said, "Don't forget to burn the blueprints I brought."

"you……"

He has always acted swiftly and resolutely, so he was about to open the curtain and walk out of the gazebo when he said that, but suddenly he heard the hesitant voice of the little emperor behind him.

"After...will you come again?"

The white gull turned around and saw the little emperor hastily lowered his head.

"Last, the last song...haven't learned yet..."

Bai Gu put his hand on the cotton curtain and was stunned for a while.

In history, the Quyuan plow and the high-drum cart are both symbols of the progress of farming civilization and played a vital role in promoting the prosperity of Beiyin.

Bai Gu is well versed in this period of history, so naturally he also dabbled in these; those drawings were all drawn based on his memory when he read the documents before, after all, it is not his major, and there will inevitably be omissions.

"Come on." He replied bluntly: "I will go to see Mother Su every day. If there is any problem with the blueprints in Chen Jin's reply, let Xiao Yao send a message to Mother Su, and I will come here that night."

After that, he lifted the curtain and went out. Li Yu stood in front of the desk with his head down. After a long time, he murmured, "Okay."

He is happy that the white gull will come again; but it turns out——

Bai Gu will only come to him again for the blueprint.

Walking alone on a winter night, even a little bit of warmth can make people greedy, but once they touch the warmth, they can't help but greedily want more.

He held the messy pile of drawings brought by the white gull on the table to his chest, and after a long time, he still put them into the charcoal basin as promised.

Somebody's life isn't easy, get on with it anyway.

The end of the year is approaching, and even the white gull, who is used to doing things in his own way, is stumbling.

He had the merits of protecting the country in the past, and he had the ability to rescue him later; on the one hand, he was able to walk in front of the imperial court, and on the other hand, there were never-ending rumors in the palace that he was a celebrity in front of Zhou Zheling.

The superposition of several identities is especially special, and all forces are rushing to curry favor.

If you want to treat guests and give gifts on weekdays, you have to find a reason for it, and the rumored Master Bai never accepts it; the New Year is approaching, everyone moves around diligently, and naturally they will not let Bai Guu go.

Bai Ou himself doesn't even have a serious identity, so if he wants to stay in the society he used to live in, he has to be called a black household; of course he can't get out of this palace gate, but he can't stand the courageous ones who dare to go to the small house of the Imperial Guard. There are even those who say goodbye to their own girls.

After living for 27 years, he has never been attracted to any girl, and he probably knows what is going on with him.

He has always been lazy about people, especially those who are as flattering as Gao's servant, but after all, he is really tired of dealing with the smiling face after all these days.

In order to avoid those unnecessary people and things as much as possible, he has been diligent in his errands recently, fearing that he will be chased by those people if he is lazy;

Except for getting up every morning and going to the bridge to help Madam Su push the cart, at other times he couldn't bury himself in the soil so that no one would find out.

Occasionally, when he got a letter from Madam Su, he would still find a way to go to the pavilion to meet the little emperor as scheduled; Li Yu looked at the red thread in Baiou's eyes, and buried all the things he wanted to say in his heart except for the progress of Jiangnan and the problem of the blueprint. .

The wind and dust are flying sand outside the sky, and the horses pass between the sun and the moon window.

At a glance, the end of the year is coming.

On New Year's Eve, according to the ancestor system of Shang Ning, the emperor and empress had to burn incense and bathe early in the morning, and bring the clan surnamed Li to worship their ancestors in the imperial mausoleum.

Li Yu hadn't stood up yet, but Zhou Muyun was by his side the whole time, which was tantamount to telling the world.

Bai Ou also followed for a day as the halberd of the imperial guards, and he knew without asking that the little emperor was trying to keep himself low in front of Zhou Zheling.

He watched from neither far nor near, and the little emperor's complexion was not very good all day long.

Maybe it was another bad idea from that old man Chen Yu, he thought angrily in his heart, if he had time at night, he should go and explain the little emperor.

But this free time is not something you can think of.

The emperor paid homage to the ancestors and returned to the palace, followed by the New Year's Eve Banquet at night; Li Yu sat on the dragon seat, and Zhou Zheling was still behind the curtain, feasting the officials together.

This was the busiest time for the entire palace guard camp.

Even the white gull didn't dare to sneak around at this time, so he could only watch the little emperor drink cup after cup while on duty...

The pale little face flushed red.

When the palace banquet was over, Bai Gu had already dealt with the unnecessary greetings as quickly as possible, and rushed to the gazebo, he opened the curtain quietly and went in, but still saw that the little emperor had already fallen asleep.

It was the same as the first time he accidentally ran into the little emperor sleeping in the warm pavilion in the side room——

Wrapped in a fox fur cloak, Li Yu still curled up into a small ball, pillowed on his arm, with his back to the white gull, curled up in the corner of the beauty.

It was an inexplicably distressed back view.

Looking at the slightly twitching shoulders of the little emperor in front of him, Bai Ou remembered that Xiao Yao once said that Li Yu always had nightmares.

This made him feel a strange pity in his heart.

Picking off a leaf at random, he didn't think about playing any tunes, he just wanted to have a softer voice to wake up the little emperor from his nightmare.

He still remembered that it was Xiao Yao who said that Li Yu could not sleep well and slept very lightly...

The sound of the leaves should be enough.

Pressing the leaf to his lips, he just blew lightly, and saw the beauty leaning against the curled up young man reacting.

He remembered correctly, Li Yu was indeed in a shallow sleep, but the next scene was something he never thought of——

The back of the little emperor hesitated for a moment amidst the sound of the leaves, then turned over and stood up from the side of the beauty, not even having time to put on his shoes, just stepping on the bricks and stones in the gazebo with his bare feet...

Fell into the arms of the white gull.

"Brother Baiou!"

Li Yu hugged Bai Gu's waist, tears fell from his eyes, he looked up from Bai Gu's arms, his face was so red that he could pinch blood.

He looked at the white gull, "Are you going to get married?"