Seventh Pagoda

Painting is no longer a brush, and words are becoming less and less.

He also refused to eat at first, but was force-fed several times by Guo Rong pinching his chin. Since then, he has been well-behaved and no longer makes things difficult for Guo Rong.

Every day I just sat in front of the window in a daze. After a few months, the snow in Yanjing began to fall.

Unlike Jiangnan, the snow in the north is overwhelming. Li Congjia felt that the house was too bright early in the morning, and he couldn't help but look at the snow with joy.

When Guo Rong came in, Li Congjia was leaning on a soft couch, the room was warm, and he was only wearing a golden satin gown woven with lake-colored flowers.

Golden persimmon and ruyi patterns are woven on the lake-colored ice plum pattern dark flower satin, and the outside is inlaid with azurite swastika woven gold satin edges. The inside of the gown is made of snow-green pigment spun silk, with four silver-plated round dragon pattern coin buckles. Azurite satin buckle and gilt bronze chiseled buckle.

The colors are bright and dark, and the gold-woven pattern on the gown seems to be placed on ice and snow, with a graceful appearance.

Li Congjia held Yu Ruyi in his hand and raised the curtain to watch the snow.

This jade Ruyi is carved from a whole piece of sapphire, and the handle is made into the shape of bamboo joints. Li Congjia's finger joints are slender and slender, which makes him even more white and thin.

There is a pot of green bamboo bonsai in a wooden begonia-style pot on the table next to it. The white jade rocks are warm and moist, and the green jade bamboo shoots are delicate, adding a bit of green vitality to the winter.

Looking at Li Congjia's quiet and serene profile, Guo Rong inexplicably felt a familiar tender feeling in his heart, as if he had seen him like this many times before.

A vague figure was recalled in his mind, that figure was also leaning against the window, turning his head and smiling at him...

Yu Ruyi was placed on the table with a soft sound, Guo Rong was in a daze, and found that Li Congjia had turned his head to look at him coldly, and the joy in his eyes seemed to be just Guo Rong's illusion.

With a long sigh in his heart, Guo Rong asked him gently: "Go for a walk, okay?"

Li Congjia lowered his eyes and ignored him.Guo Rong continued to persuade with a cheeky face.

"The flowers in the Plum Garden are blooming well this year, and the bamboo in the Baishi Pavilion is more energetic after being covered with snow. I used to only read the scroll of "Jiangshan Xingxue" on the paintings. different……"

As Li Congjia listened, his little head started to move restlessly. "Jiangshan Xingxue Map" has been his favorite for many years. Whenever he looks at the scene of the snow-covered world on the scroll, he feels envious, saying that he is not happy. Fake.

Guo Rong looked at his little movements and felt that this little person was extremely cute.

Covering the smile at the corner of his mouth, Guo Rong honestly took a thick fox fur and put it on Li Congjia carefully. The snow-white fluff covered him tightly, and then tentatively led him out of the house.

Never seen such a heavy snow, everything makes Li Congjia fresh.

At first, he looked at the white and clean snow, but Guo Rong didn't urge him, and he hesitated as he watched.

Finally, when he finally landed, he heard the "creak" and "creak" sound of squeezing and rubbing between the snowflakes. He was as curious as a rabbit with its ears up, and every time he stepped on it, his eyes showed a bit of surprise.

Guo Rong stood aside, looking at him carefully, Li Congjia's every move was in line with his wishes, it made his heart feel warm and warm when he looked at him.

When he thought of this person by his side, he felt extremely satisfied.

Guo Rong naturally knew what Li Congjia wanted, so he led them to the Baishi Hall first.

The branches are sparse and slanted, and the strange bamboos are overgrown. Li Congjia lingers and looks forward to it, and he likes it very much.

A solitary bamboo in the corner was bent over by the heavy snow.

Guo Rong remembers that the day he first met Li Congjia, he was concentrating on painting "Lonely Bamboo Bearing Snow", couldn't help smiling, and walked over.

When he turned around again, his heart almost burst with fright.

In order to take a closer look, Li Congjia climbed onto a high rock. Under the thick snow was a mossy rock. Li Congjia slipped on his foot and slid straight down.

Guo Rong didn't even think about it, he exclaimed "Yu'er!"

Hurriedly rushing over, Guo Rong narrowly held him in his arms. Guo Rong panicked and asked him, "Yu'er! Are you hurt?"

Li Congjia blinked his big eyes, and shook his head dully: "How do you know my nickname? Except for Mother Concubine, no one has called me that for many years."

Guo Rong checked carefully and made sure that Li Congjia was not hurt. Finally, he let go of his worries, hugged him in his arms to protect him, and wrapped up the fox fur for him. Without answering, he supported him and sent him back.

On the day of the National Teachers' Grand Ceremony, Li Congjia wore a purple silk brocade robe embroidered with peach blossoms and inlaid with mink. In the lake pigment spun silk, there was a buckle decorated with flowers, four copper buckles in the style of "Fu" coins, and purple plain. The satin surface is colorfully embroidered with folded branches of peach blossoms, bordered with gold thread, the flowers are shining brightly, and the Chinese character Tuan Shou is adorned in between.

The stand-up neckline is inlaid with mink fur, the collar and sleeves are inlaid with mink fur, and the chest is inlaid with mink fur-stitched Ruyi cloud pattern of Tuan Shou character, and the edge is lined with Yuan Qing Shou character woven gold satin edge, which looks dignified and elegant. Harmonious and elegant.

Guo Rong was worried that he would be cold, so he put another white fox fur end cover of moon white river silk on the outside. The upper half of white fox fur was shining brightly, and the lower half was top-quality mink fur. River silk.

With this posture, Guo Rong was afraid that he wished he could pile all the wealth and glory of the entire royal family on Li Congjia alone.

Snowflakes were falling all over the sky, boiling and flying, Li Congjia was wrapped in snow-white cloth, only a pair of dark eyes were shining brightly.

He just stood on the high stage, squinting at Guo Rong, the innate dignity and desolation made Guo Rong stunned for a while, and there seemed to be a blurry scene in front of him, and there was someone on the same high stage. Staring at himself with eyes as cold as ice...

Guo Rong shook his head, thinking that he might be tired recently.

Isn't that right, to block Youyou's mouth inside and outside the court, I really spent a lot of effort.

As spring goes and autumn comes, I don't know whether it is the snow scene in the north that comforts people's hearts, or Guo Rong's "Yu'er" that makes Li Congjia feel close, and the gap between the two gradually disappears with the melting of ice and snow.

At this year's Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, there was a string of silk and bamboo orchestras, and there was a lot of laughter.

Fang Bojian stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the girl music in the mansion of my minister has composed a new song and dance. It is very graceful. I dare you to present it to Your Majesty."

Guo Rong didn't even raise his head, but just said lightly: "Yes."

Three high-fives, singing and dancing enter the battle.

Fang Bojian said cautiously: "Your Majesty, Xue Ji has been raised in the mansion since she was a child, and she has devoted herself to teaching and admonishing her. If your Majesty likes this song and dance, please come to the palace to perform for him often."

Guo Rong had a strong smile on his face, tilted his head, and looked at Li Congjia: "What does the national teacher think?"

Li Congjia was wearing a moon-white silk dress with lotus flowers and dark flowers, and was holding a peacock green glazed wine glass in his hand. After holding it for a while, he replied coldly: "Very good."

Guo Rong was still smiling, but this smile seemed a bit cold: "Xue Ji is really stunning, and I am also tempted. Once she enters the palace, I am afraid that I will deliberately favor her, and it will be difficult for me to control myself."

Li Congjia didn't know why he was angry, rather he might not have realized that he was angry, put down the wine glass with a "snap", knocked it against the edge of the table with a crisp sound, got up and left the table.

Looking at Li Congjia's figure with a smile until he disappeared into the night and could no longer be seen again, Guo Rong suddenly turned cold: "Xue Ji, my love, but if the court affairs are delayed because of caring for Xue Ji, what should I do?"

Fang Bojian was covered in cold sweat, and was too frightened to speak: "Your Majesty, His Majesty's sage judged that state affairs must be put first, and Xue Ji's skills must be improved. She really should go back home more and practice more."

Guo Rong's words were full of jokes, but the jokes sounded downright cruel at the moment: "No, when I see Xue Ji today, I will never forget her, and I don't want her to go back."

Fang Bojian shivered and sat down: "What does the emperor mean?"

"As long as Xue Ji is alive, I will think about it day and night and never forget it. It's better to give me a glass of wine to put an end to my thoughts. Li Chang." The waiter came up.

The ministers lowered their voices and discussed privately: "Fang Bojian spent 13 years of painstaking efforts to educate Xue Ji in order to please the emperor. Today, a glass of poisoned wine will cut off the way forward... Our emperor has a good plan..."

Xue Ji's miserable begging for mercy kept echoing.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"Master Fang! Master Fang!"

Guo Rong waved his hand, and Li Chang led Xue Ji away.

Guo Rong glanced at Li Congjia's seat just now, it was empty, and he felt his heart was empty.

Returning to Bixi Palace with a third of drunkenness, Li Congjia sat at the entrance of the main hall to enjoy the moon, with a pot of "One Color Autumn" at his feet, and the fragrance wafted ten miles away.

Guo Rong walked up to him and sat down silently. The two of them looked up at the moon together without saying a word. Huddled at Li Congjia's feet like a shrimp, he looked very harmonious.

The next day, not surprisingly, both of them fell ill, with the wind and cold accumulating and exchanging tears.Guo Rong himself was still ill, so he ran back and forth to take care of Li Congjia. When Li Congjia recovered, Guo Rong could not save him.

The imperial doctor said that it was the South and North Wars, West and East Expeditions, years of hard work, long-term illnesses, no attention to recuperation, and mental suffering. This outbreak of wind and cold caused old diseases, and the medicines and stones were ineffective.

Li Congjia sat in front of the bed, staring at the sleepy Guo Rong in a daze for a whole day.

After waking up at least once in the night, seeing the blue shadows in Li Congjia's eyes, Guo Rong's heart ached, suppressing the cough that choked his mouth, Guo Rong panted, and said with a smile: "Do you know that my life long-cherished wish?"

Li Congjia looked at him without blinking, and shook his head slightly.

Guo Rong still smiled: "Ten years will open up the world, ten years will bring peace to the people, and ten years will bring peace. It's a pity... I don't have time..."

Raising his hand to wipe away the tears from Li Congjia's face, he kept rubbing his cheeks with his fingers: "But the most regrettable thing is, what should my Yu'er do from now on..."

Li Congjia's eyes were glazed, he stood blankly, the tears streaming down his face silently, no matter how hard he brushed them, he couldn't wipe them away, the whole world began to turmoil in his blurred vision, and there was only a mournful sound in his ears, getting farther and farther away...

"Yu'er, Yu'er..." Yang Yulin struggled and opened her eyes in response to the incessant shouting. After a few breaths, her vision finally became clear.

Three steps away, Liangfu wiped his tears with a small handkerchief, and cried out, "Your Majesty, how much you love our emperor, it's so pitiful that you cried all night and called your majesty all night... ...so pathetic..."

Yang Yulin tilted her head, and behind her was Jing Fulin's embrace.

Jing Fulin was still nervous and worried, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

Yang Yulin's heart throbbed for no reason, and her heart throbbed in pain.

Jing Fulin quickly embraced him in his arms, and comforted him with a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid. It's just a dream."

Yang Yulin's heart was numb from the pain, nestling in Jing Fulin's arms, she couldn't even remember what she dreamed just now.