Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

Outside the imperial city, a place deep in the mountains.

There is a bamboo building in the middle of the mountain, surrounded by cherry blossoms and shaded by green bamboos.Crimson and green, the otherworldly world, Taoyuandifu.

The sun is warm and the sky is clear.

At this time, Jiang Yushu sat quietly under a cherry blossom tree.Touch the jade flute with your hand.

Since he became blind, he prefers to sit in places with the sun, as if this way he can see more of the beauty of the world.

Xie Yiya was watering the potted cherry blossoms at the moment, and he still didn't forget to say: "Young master, the cherry blossoms bloom beautifully, and the red ones are beautiful."

The child's joyful expression stayed for a moment, and when he realized that he had said something wrong, he curled his lips.Changing the subject, "My lord, please give me a name for the wine made from cherry blossoms."

Jiang Yushu sat upright, stretched out his hand to shake the jade flute, and said calmly, "Sakura is red."

Xie Yiya was stunned for a moment, did he want to be like a cherry blossom, after blooming, to be happy once?

"My lord, Yi Ya didn't like the person I met at Drepung Monastery last time."

Jiang Yushu smiled slightly, "It's over. I won't have any contact with him again. Just forget about it."

Xie Yiya nodded in agreement, walked up to Jiang Yushu and brushed the cherry blossom petals on his body.

"My lord, the fifteenth day is coming soon."

The smile on Jiang Yushu's face couldn't hold back and slowly disappeared, followed by a long sigh.

"So fast……"

Xie Yiya's small face wrinkled into a ball. "Young master, can you bear it? The cherry red between your eyebrows is getting brighter and brighter, I'm afraid it's..."

The man was indifferent, groping for the jade flute in his hand, as if looking for a support, "It's been more than a year, and the cherry red between the eyebrows may be hard to get back. Let it go."

"Young master's body..."

"It's okay, I know it myself. You prepare the herbs earlier. Try to give the needle."

Xie Yiya was distressed, "Is there really nothing you can do, Young Master?"

The man sighed helplessly, "I have studied medical science, and my hands have rejuvenated. I have saved countless people, but I can't save myself. I can only try my best. You prepare according to my prescription."

"Will the young master be healthy? Can the poison be cured? Yi Ya is worried."

The innocent child asked a question deep in his heart, but Jiang Yushu didn't know how to answer this question himself.

Only the birds chirped, the wind fluttered gently, and the crimson slowly fell.

The man is silent.Looking at the distance stupidly, there is no focal length.

Whether there is a solution, he himself may not know.

Xie Yiya couldn't get an answer, so he didn't want to ask any more questions, and tried his best to do what Jiang Yushu ordered.

***

It's night, half moon.

A black figure walked slowly on the mountain road.

When Zhao Yifeng found the bamboo building, he saw that the small building under the halo of moonlight was quiet and there was no human voice.

I vaguely saw the words on the plaque - Luoying Pavilion.

Luoying Pavilion!

It was a crimson holy land in Fuguo Duke's Mansion.Can he forget the past?

Zhao Yifeng pushed the door open and entered with a "squeak". Before he could react, the color of jasper flew past his eyes, and the wind brushed past, leaving his cheeks red.

The man came out, with white clothes and black hair, playing with the jade flute, and said with a smile: "Doesn't anyone knock on the door?"

Xie Yiya came in time and lit a candle.

A lamp is like a bean, and the room is full of brilliance.

The elegant man sat quietly, "Your Highness's behavior is not what a gentleman should do."

Zhao Yifeng put on a gloomy face, lifted his clothes and sat down, "It's rare for me to come here once, will I be treated like this by Qingyu? The last time it was the chest, this time it was the cheek, I don't know where it will be next time?"

Jiang Yushu didn't look up at the moment, but just listened to him quietly.

He stroked the jade flute back and forth.My eyebrows are full of cherry red and coquettish.The fair face was painted with warm colors, but the words he spoke were like the cold autumn wind, "Your Highness doesn't use the way of a gentleman, so don't blame Jiang for not treating him in an ordinary way."

Zhao Yifeng was dumbfounded, and turned his head to look at Xie Yiya with an expression of disapproval and disgust.

"Qingyu, this child..."

"An orphan taken in by Jiang."

Zhao Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qingyu, do you know what you said last time at Drepung Monastery counts?"

——The jade flute enters the heart, the front edge disappears, and the past is not investigated.

Jiang Yushu blinked, covered his eyes with eyelashes, and said calmly, "Of course!"

"Jiang has long forgotten the past. What about Your Highness? Life is too short, why bother to cling to the past?"

Zhao Yifeng couldn't see the change in his eyes clearly, and didn't know what he was really thinking.He said with a slight smile: "This hall is busy with political affairs, why did you remember it? This hall also forgot."

A moment of silence, a moment of silence.

suddenly,

The two smiled tacitly.

Xie Yiya saw that they chatted more and more cheerfully, and finally couldn't restrain himself, "Master, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."

Zhao Yifeng's eyes swept over, and the child was giving an order to evict the guest.

"Diao Haier, you can also intervene when I talk to Qingyu?"

Xie Yiya felt the sternness and was frightened, crying immediately, "My lord, look, he bullies people. He doesn't even spare children."

"Yi Ya! Don't mess around." The man persuaded him.

"Son..."

Jiang Yushu's face was frosty, and he said coldly: "This is the eldest prince, come and see him soon."

Xie Yiya didn't want it in his heart, but he still approached Zhao Yifeng and bowed.

"Yi Ya is young and ignorant, Your Highness should not be as knowledgeable as him. Jiang is very grateful."

"Young Master, don't beg him. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be alone. It's all his fault."

Xie Yiya's sharp rebuttal embarrassed them both.The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Xie Yiya, didn't you listen to my words? Go back to the house!" He said coldly.

Xie Yiya was unhappy seeing Zhao Yifeng, and now he was scolded by Jiang Yushu, feeling wronged.

"Son..."

"Go back to the house!" He was decisive and could not be refuted.

Xie Yiya glanced at Zhao Yifeng angrily, turned and left unwillingly.

There were only two people left in the room, with a bean light dimming their faces.

Jiang Yushu spoke first, "Your Highness, Yi Ya was rude because Jiang did not teach him well. To make amends for this, I am here to punish you with a glass of wine."

Zhao Yifeng was surprised.

Jiang Yushu never drank alcohol, it can be said that he did not drink at all.

Drinking alcohol this time is really an exception.

"Okay! There is good food in this hall, let's try it."

Jiang Yushu nodded, picked up the jade flute, and searched the room for a while.He went out of the courtyard gate and headed towards the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.

Yuxiao probed forward three times, and Jiang Yushu pinched his fingers to count the steps.step by step.

Zhao Yifeng wanted to take Yuxiao, and also wanted to tell him to get it by himself, and even wanted to show him the way.But he swallowed the words again, as stubborn as he would not accept it?Just like Feng He's persistence when he wasted his body, his determination to leave after the Jiang family's decline, his unwillingness to submit, his unwillingness to become famous even after he was blind.

Qingyu, you won't accept it, will you?

At this moment, Zhao Yifeng suddenly couldn't see him clearly. What is this man hiding in his bones?

"Qingyu..."

The man stared at him obsessively. Under the cold moonlight, the white shadow was lonely and long.

"I found it! Your Highness is blessed." He turned around with a smile, holding the wine jar in his arms.But he didn't notice the boulder under his feet.

Zhao Yifeng noticed, "Qingyu, there is a huge stone at the left foot."

The man smiled after hearing this, "Thank you!"

"Your Highness, continue!" He stretched out his hand and tossed it, the wine jug flew by, and the handsome man took it with his left hand.

Zhao Yifeng watched him use the jade flute to explore, grope, count the number of steps, step by step, each step was difficult.Helpless like a child.

He wanted to help him, but he didn't dare.

Two people, one bean light, sitting in the room.

Moonlight, swaying, Qinghui.

Bamboo table, bamboo stool, bamboo cup.

Cherry red, emerald bamboo.

Good wine.

This situation is like a poem and a picture.

Zhao Yifeng held the cup, sniffed it lightly, and asked curiously, "What kind of wine is this? The aroma is clear and refreshing. It's unusual."

The man smiled gently, "Your Highness is very capable. This wine was brewed by Jiang himself. The name is 'Sakura Red Zong', so His Highness is blessed."

Zhao Yifeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, as if there was something different.

Especially the cherry red between his brows, which has become darker and darker since the last time we met.

Curious words came out, "Qingyu, the cherry red between your eyebrows seems abnormal."

The elegant man paused holding Xiao's hand and tightened his body, then immediately relaxed and regained his composure.

"A little cherry red, it's okay."

Zhao Yifeng suppressed his curiosity and continued to drink.

"Qingyu, your wine is not bad. May I ask you for a jar?"

How could Jiang Yushu not know how thick-skinned this person is, and immediately retorted, "Your Highness, today's wine is to make amends for Yi Ya, Jiang doesn't have too much wine."

How could Zhao Yifeng let go of such a rare opportunity.

"Qingyu, you should."

The dignified first prince actually played a rogue.

Jiang Yushu sat quietly, his clothes spotless and elegant.

Fingers groping for Yuxiao, "Your Highness, please pay attention to your identity. Otherwise, Jiang Yuxiao will serve you!"

Zhao Yifeng restrained his expression, and then there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had his own thoughts.

The bright man held the cup and handed it to the man opposite, and Jiang Yushu took it.

The two drank wine glass after glass.

Zhao Yifeng was overjoyed, and all the stumbling blocks disappeared.

Jiang Yushu is relaxing, forgetting to depress and worry.

When the wine was full, the eyes of the two were blurred, and their faces were flushed.

Zhao Yifeng was confused, and shook his head, but suddenly countless shadows of Jiang Yushu appeared in his eyes, and he smirked.

"Qingyu, you're drunk."

Jiang Yushu looked up, his face flushed slightly.Zhao Yifeng unconsciously wanted to reach out to touch it, but suddenly retracted like an electric shock.

Zhao Yifeng, you are crazy.What are you going to do?He lost everything because of you and you have other thoughts about him.Are you crazy?The man shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

Helpless, the alcohol was too strong, and the eyes were slightly rippling.

"Qingyu, you are overbearing with alcohol. I think this hall is not bad at drinking, but I still lost."

Jiang Yushu smiled slightly, with a lingering fragrance.

"It's His Highness who is intoxicated, and the world of mortals is noisy. Your Highness is intoxicated..."

The man fell on the table, "Yes, I am drunk because one person is drunk. That person made me drunk."

The elegant man didn't answer, but bowed his head on the edge of the table.The jade flute rolled at his feet, traces of blood were faintly visible.

Zhao Yifeng pushed him, "Qingyu, are you asleep?"

no respond.

Zhao Yifeng smiled wryly, and with the last trace of sobriety, "Qingyu, go to sleep."

The elegant man didn't say anything.

The wine cups on the table are messy, the white clothes are more snowy beside the table, and the jade flute is lying quietly under the table.

Zhao Yifeng hugged him horizontally with all his strength, and the person in his arms didn't struggle.

He is really drunk.

Step up and walk into the inner room, and put the person lightly.

Familiar people, familiar faces, unfamiliar present.

He stared at the deep sleeper on the couch, and asked softly, "Qingyu, have you hated it?"

The person on the couch slept peacefully, covered with long eyelashes, like two fluttering butterflies.

Tucking the quilt up for him, the man lifted up his robe neatly and left, not seeing the general with a drunken face.

There was no more coldness in the room.

Jiang Yushu sat up abruptly from the couch.

His eyes looked blankly at the direction Zhao Yifeng left.

Only darkness answered him.

"Have you ever hated it?"

A raving word, a light smile.

Why hate it?