Let me eat a soft meal

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

A long-accumulated spring rain fell on the imperial city in the middle of the night, announcing the official end of the cold and the coming of spring when all things will recover.

The sound of tick-tock-tick-tick raindrops falling into the water tank has been ringing non-stop.

Ye Xuan heard the sound of approaching footsteps outside, opened his eyes suddenly, and was facing Xie Yushu's sleeping face in his upper arms.

He immediately tightened his arms, pulled everyone into his arms, covered his ears with one hand, turned his head to keep his voice to a minimum, and said to the outside, "Don't knock."

Sure enough, there was no sound outside except for the annoying sound of raindrops.

The person under his hand moved, Ye Xuan quickly let go of his hand, Xie Yushu turned over slightly, and let out a sleepy whisper.

He was probably a little cold, and after leaving for a while, he turned back into Ye Xuan's arms, curled up slightly, with half of his face resting on his arms facing Ye Xuan's clattering heart, his hair was disheveled to cover the red moles at the end of his eyes, and he closed his eyes. His eyelashes were longer and thicker after he closed his eyes, his chin was buried in the quilt, his breathing sounded slightly nasal, and his whole face was flushed while sleeping.

Ye Xuan couldn't help smiling, and planted a kiss without any sexual meaning on his brow, then carefully got out of bed, and tucked the quilt back for him.

He didn't light the lamp, just picked up a coat on the ground and put it on, carefully opened the door with a small gap that could barely pass through, slipped out quickly, and then closed the door firmly before the night wind blew in.

The cyan clothes were enveloped in a soft light by the moonlight, and the plain tie floated in front of his eyes, only then did he realize that they were Xie Yushu's clothes.

"Your Majesty..." Mu Fengchun was holding a small lamp in his hand, and Ye Xuan waved his hand to stop Mu Fengchun as soon as he spoke.

Ye Xuan squinted at him in dissatisfaction, gathered his robe, and walked out first, and said after walking out of the courtyard, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince has come to see the Prime Minister."

"Old eight?" After Ye Xuan returned to Beijing, he was basically in the state of thanking guests behind closed doors. He hadn't seen his royal brothers very much. Except for King Qi who insisted on forcing the palace to rebel, until now King Chen and King Zhao stayed with him. In the royal palace, together with their mothers, Concubine Xian and Concubine Yue, they no longer have a sense of existence.

Not to mention Li Meiren and the Eighth Prince who were already transparent in the palace.

Ye Xuan's impression of the eighth prince is still seven years ago, the little boy who brought milk tea to the Imperial College every day to attend classes, and met him at the New Year's Palace banquet, but the distance was too far at that time, and the mother and son were both bowed down. The head does not speak and only eats vegetables. Ye Xuan's only memory is that he seems to have lost weight and grown a lot taller.

Nothing else.

"What's the old man here for?" Ye Xuan asked.

Mu Fengchun replied respectfully, "I don't know."

Ye Xuan frowned and asked him to lead the way, and the two went to the main hall of Xiangfu.

Ye Zhu waited restlessly. He saw a warm color swaying from outside, and a man in a robe could be seen behind him. He saw the familiar patterns and colors under the candlelight, and thought it was Xie Yushu. His eyes lit up, and he stood up to greet him. , there was a crisp children's voice as soon as he opened his mouth, "Mr. Xiao, you are here!"

Then I saw a tall figure gradually walking out of the darkness, looking like a dragon and a phoenix, his steps were steady and silent while walking, the moonlight shone on him, like the sharp cold light of a knife out of its sheath, his thin lips were tightly pursed, the bridge of his nose was straight, under the eyebrows of the distant mountain A pair of dragon eyes was painted with paint, and they were all black.

The footsteps of the Eighth Prince shrank instantly, retreated into the bright hall, and shouted dumbfounded, "Seventh, seventh brother!"

No, why is his seventh brother here?No, it's not right, Brother Seven and Mr. Xiao had a very good friendship when they were young, and they lived in Xiangfu directly after they came back. He was envious at that time, and wanted to ask Mr. Xiao for advice on how to talk to Brother Seven now.

He used to be young, he was born at an awkward time, and he was not favored. He had no playmates of the same age, and the emperor brothers didn't like him very much. , always asking some weird questions.

Mr. Xiao not only taught him to study patiently, but also taught him etiquette and how to deal with people. Mr. Xiao was gentle and patient. He treated him very well, just like a big brother. But there is a big age difference between them. Mr. Xiao always treats him like a younger brother. Son; later Seventh Brother entered the Imperial College, Seventh Brother was the closest in age to him in the palace, and Seventh Brother, like him, was not seen by other imperial brothers.

Ye Zhu liked to play with the Seventh Prince very much at that time, although sometimes mother would worry about him inexplicably, but Ye Zhu never took it to heart, and took Seventh Brother to go to the temple fair together, Ye Zhu always felt that Seventh Brother was with him A gentle person like Mr. Xiao.

After the death of Concubine Liang, the Seventh Brother became king and went to the distant fiefdom of Cangzhou. Ye Zhu was still young and could not go out of the palace to see him off. He wanted his mother to take him there quietly, but his mother refused in embarrassment. Lie on the bed and wet the quilt until tired of crying and fell asleep. His mother held him in her arms and told him that even the best brothers and sisters would be separated when they grow up. After marrying the princess, it is just cousins.

Ye Zhu was dissatisfied, and he retorted, "Seventh Brother won't do this, Seventh Brother is very smart and gentle, no matter how long we are separated, even if Seventh Brother marries the princess and has a little son, Seventh Brother will always be a candle." Seventh brother, we will not be alienated!"

The mother looked at him lovingly, stroked his hair and reminded him in a low voice, "His Royal Highness Seven has sealed King Xiao, from now on, you should respectfully call him His Royal Highness Xiao King."

Ye Zhu secretly thought of Seventh Brother in his heart for seven years. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, he waited for various festivals with his fingers, wondering if Seventh Brother would return to Beijing, but for seven years, Mr. Xiao returned to Beijing to report on his work. Yes, Seventh Brother just didn't come back.

The situation in the court became more and more tense, and even the resourceful little gentleman was struggling. When he changed his mind and hoped that the seventh brother would not come back, the seventh brother came back again, and brought a pair of soldiers and horses directly into the imperial city. Qin Wang's gesture of rescue.

Ye Zhu watched from a distance the young man riding a white horse and ostentatiously passing through the market. He looked like a stubborn playboy, and his hostility was completely different from that of Brother Seven in his memory.

When he returned to the palace after the New Year's Eve that day, he held his mother downcastly and asked with reddened eyes, "Is Seventh Brother really Seventh Brother?"

Mother touched his face affectionately as always, and warned him in a low voice, "That's Your Majesty."

Later, many things happened in the palace, the fourth brother rebelled, Xu Guogong killed himself, and Xu Taifei died... There are rumors in the market that the new emperor is deeply scheming and will take revenge. The emperor's words were fierce, for fear that if the emperor was angry, millions of corpses would be floating around.

The mother showed the worried eyes of seven years ago again.

Ye Zhu was also a little anxious. In the entire palace, he was the only one who had never been crowned king or land. Ye Zhu felt that it was impossible for Seventh Brother to attack him for such an unloved prince, but he would feel panic again. , What if, this seventh brother is not the seventh brother in memory?

Isn't it rare for brothers in the Tian family to kill each other and kill their father and brother?

After thinking about it, Ye Zhu finally decided to ask Mr. Xiao. Mr. Xiao knew Brother Qi so well, and he must know what Brother Seven was thinking. He came here in the middle of the night, and he was worried that if Mr. Xiao fell asleep, it would disturb people's dreams. What a sin.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiao fell asleep, and he saw Brother Qi himself directly!

Why is Seventh Brother in Mr. Xiao's house!

Ye Zhu's eyes darkened, and he quickly knelt down to salute, but he was dumbfounded when he opened his mouth, not knowing what to call himself.

Ye Xuan waved his hand, "No need to salute, just get up."

"Xie Qi, no, thank you, Your Majesty." Ye Zhu blushed slightly, and stood there with her head down.

Ye Xuan asked Mu Fengchun to serve tea and pastries again, and asked Ye Zhu to sit down, sitting in the first place, as if he was a master.

Ye Zhu didn't have the heart to think so much, only shrouded in his dragon prestige, he felt his scalp numb and a little trembling.

"You came here in the middle of the night, why did you come? Can you let me hear it?"

Ye Xuan's casual words startled Ye Zhu a bit, cold sweat broke out on his back, he hurriedly lowered his head and explained, "Your Majesty, I came to find the Prime Minister only for the purpose of becoming the king, and there is absolutely no other meaning."

"Oh?" Ye Xuan responded with a drawn-out voice, leaned back in the chair, leaned on the side of his face, tapped his fingertips on the table lightly, with a rhythmic sound, he seemed to laugh casually, " You also want to ask for a seal?"

This is also a word, which really explains the problem.

Ye Zhu slid off the chair with a "stab", knelt on the ground, shook his head almost reflexively, and said "I don't want to" three times in a row.

Although he didn't know who else had asked to seal it, his basic survival instinct told him that if he didn't explain well, he might follow in the footsteps of his fourth brother.

But in fact, Ye Xuan was really thinking about the issue of Ye Zhu becoming king.

Limei's status is too low, the eighth prince has not yet been crowned king, Ye Xuan pretended to be seriously injured and fell into a coma at that time, the imperial decree bestowed was processed on top of the king conferred by the previous emperor, the eighth prince temporarily pressed it, and only carried it to Limei. After Li Ji, wait for the title of the eighth prince, and then pursue the title of Wang Taifei together.

There were too many things before, so he forgot when he was busy. Now it is a good thing that the eighth prince asked for a title, but he doesn't know what title to use... Forget it, let the Ministry of Rites pick it up.

As soon as the knocking sound stopped, Ye Xuan raised his eyes and found that the eighth prince was kneeling there, his eyebrows twitched, "Why are you panicking, I don't plan to do anything to you, get up and talk."

Ye Zhu looked at him tremblingly, because of the impatience gradually emerging in Ye Xuan's eyes, he knelt back quickly and resolutely just one centimeter off the ground.

"No, no, I suddenly remembered that I have been sitting too much recently, and my butt hurts. The imperial doctor said that it is best to kneel these days, um, it is comfortable to kneel, Brother Qi, tell me." Ye Zhu bit the bullet and pulled out a touch of embarrassment laugh.

"Tsk." Ye Xuan was speechless in disgust, and winked at Mu Fengchun.

Mu Fengchun immediately stepped forward, and without seeing him move, he appeared in front of Ye Zhu, and helped him up with one hand, with a just right smile on his pale and delicate face, his thin voice lowered a little, softly Said, "Your Highness the Eighth Prince should sit down."

Then he was forced into the chair, unable to struggle at all.

Ye Zhu blinked blankly, blushed belatedly, and thought shamefully: Could it be that he has neglected martial arts to such an extent?Or is Brother Qi hiding even a little eunuch by his side?

When they got to the point, Ye Zhu realized that he had really wronged Seventh Brother. His Seventh Brother didn't want to do anything to him, so his Majesty became a mouthful of Seventh Brothers again, and his attitude naturally became more intimate.

"Actually, my mother is not in good health, and she can't travel too much, and the capital is so prosperous, I really don't want to leave here." Ye Zhu said casually with a smile.

Ye Xuan answered casually, "Then stay here."

Ye Zhu was taken aback for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it really possible?"

"Yes, you are still young. If the first emperor hadn't died, it would not be time for you to become king." Ye Xuan didn't care about this matter, no matter whether Ye Zhu had ambitions or not, staying in the capital would not threaten him.

Maybe it could be a way out.

So he said directly, "The title is determined by the Ministry of Rites. You can choose one you like. I will not give you the fief for the time being. After King Qi leaves Beijing, the palace will be vacant. I will give you the mansion. If you and the princess are in the palace It's not comfortable to stay here, go live there."

Ye Zhu was very pleasantly surprised, and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Brother Seven!"

"Okay, let's go back when there's nothing to do." Ye Xuan got up to leave, just stepped out of the door, turned around and gave him a hard look, "From now on, I'll call you Master Xiang!"

Don't call him Mr. Little, it's mine!