Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

Jiang Yushu's peaceful life was broken again. Since meeting at Drepung Monastery, Zhao Yifeng seems to be very free and comes here every night.

The two gossip about family affairs, love affairs, and the country.Xiao Yi's tea ceremony, riding and archery martial arts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all discussed.

But the only thing that can't be talked about is emotion.

This is the pain between the two, and it is also the past.Even if the past is forgotten, there is still etiquette between the two.

That is a gap that can never be bridged between the two.

Nor is it tolerated by the world.

Zhao Yifeng knew this, and the price he had paid was too heavy.

Now, how contented is it to be so peaceful?

At this time, Jiang Yushu was under the cherry blossom tree, fiddling with tea leaves in his hands, and the cherry blossoms fell among the tea leaves, making them more gorgeous.

"Qingyu wants to make tea to entertain the main hall?" The man in black sat on the roof of the bamboo building, his clothes rustled in the wind, his black hair was disheveled by the wind, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes were bright.People can't help but look twice.

He didn't see that he used to be cold, but he was more romantic, so he smiled naturally.

I don't know if it's the roughness and spontaneity after the experience in the battlefield, or because the person he is facing is Jiang Yushu, and all his temperament is fully displayed, and everything is unknown?

"Your Highness was not done by a gentleman, are you still trying to treat Jiang with gentleman's tea?" The man said in a warm voice, dissatisfied.

"It's not easy to come all the way from this hall, so why bother!" He finished with a stern face, with an awkward expression on his face.

The moon that was about to be full behind him, combined with his gloomy tone at night, made people tremble physically and mentally, revealing a strangeness.

Without raising his head, Jiang Yushu lowered his head and fiddled with the tea leaves on the stone table, and said with a slight smile, "Your Highness, come down quickly, otherwise Jiang's house will collapse."

The man flew straight down, his black hair curled, his black clothes fluttered, and he landed calmly.

"I'm satisfied if I can ask Qingyu for a cup of tea. Qingyu should give it sooner."

Jiang Yushu's eyes tightened, and the movements of his hands froze.Zhao Yifeng saw him froze for a moment, and covered his mouth, "Qingyu, I'm sorry, this hall shouldn't rush you, your eyes..."

The man smiled gently, "It's okay."

When Zhao Yifeng talked about his lack, he felt a little guilty, sat down next to the stone table with his robe lifted, and went straight to play with the tea in the hands of the elegant man.

Jiang Yushu's face turned cold, "Is Your Highness watching Jiang's joke? Although Jiang can't see with his eyes, his limbs are fully built."

Zhao Yifeng covered his expression, and said warmly: "This hall doesn't mean that, it's just that your eyes can't see it, so it's inconvenient."

The man was silent for a moment.

The moonlight scattered on his white clothes, smudged with a trace of coolness.

His clear voice could only be heard in the air, mixed with a trace of coldness and unwillingness.

"There are people in the world who have bright eyes but are blind; there are people who are blind but have a clear heart. Your Highness doesn't need to treat someone Jiang differently!"

After he finished speaking, he sat still, his eyes dimmed, and the jade flute was in his hand.

Quiet, moonlight is cold.

Sitting, warm water generates cold.

The different him, the unyielding, unwilling him, released his mind at this time.

Zhao Yifeng stared at him quietly, suddenly wanted to know more about his heart under the wind and glory, and admired him even more.

Passing the tea in his hand to the person in front of him, Zhao Yifeng sighed.

Jiang Yushu restrained his expression and asked in confusion, "Is there something troubling, Your Highness?"

Zhao Yifeng has gotten used to Jiang Yushu's attentiveness in listening to him since he confide in him last time.This time, I can talk to him quickly, and I don't care about it anymore.

"I don't know if it's a bad year. When I came back from the west, the Ministry of Rites consulted a copy of the hall. The Ministry of Finance asked for it if there was no money. It's a matter of the treasury. What does it have to do with this hall? Who knows that the Minister of the Ministry of Finance is so old What he said was justified and well-founded, and he submitted a testimonial. He was accused of not loving the people and disregarding the country's dangers in this hall. If he had not taken care of his status in the west of the hall, he would have taken a sword to kill him."

Jiang Yushu fiddled with the tea set upside down with one hand, flowing freely without dragging mud.Zhao Yifeng couldn't believe it, as if he could see the movement completely.

He couldn't believe it, and stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

An elegant man with downcast hair, concentrating on boiling tea, his eyes unblinking and without brilliance

Heart, fall to the ground.

He is sure.

But he didn't believe it.He kept telling himself that he was not really blind, but now that he tried again, he couldn't change it.

This is the truth.

How could Jiang Yushu not feel his tentative hand stretching out.

"Your Highness, Jiang's eyes really can't see. You don't need to try again, Your Highness."

The man stood upright, and shook his head helplessly, a good person has become like this.

"Qingyu's wonderful hand rejuvenates, is there no way?"

Jiang Yushu didn't answer, and scooped up water to make tea, some of the water spilled out onto Zhao Yifeng's knees.

It's cold to the bone and painful to the skin.

"hiss……"

"Your Highness, what's the matter?"

"No...it's okay." He gritted his teeth to hold back the cold water, and felt a sharp pain in his knee.

Once pleaded for him, knelt down in the rain and under the scorching sun with injuries.Damp poison penetrates to the bone, touches the water again, the heart-piercing pain hits.

Zhao Yifeng's face was solemn, and he tried his best to suppress his tone, so that the people in front of him could not hear the slightest change.

"I haven't tasted tea in this hall for a long time, and I don't know where you got this tea?"

The man touched the tea urn in front of him and said with a smile: "This water is last year's snow water. I added mint and buried it in the ground. It is specially used for brewing tea. Your Highness's political affairs are not going well, so Jiang made a cup of tea to relieve his worries. Um?"

Zhao Yifeng stretched his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "This hall is really a lucky person, and I don't know how many treasures Qingyu has?"

The man said indifferently: "People from the mountains and fields, where is the treasure? Your Highness is a poor person, and Jiang can't even talk about it."

Speaking of the treasure, Zhao Yifeng's face darkened, "That old Hubu seems to have colluded with the Ministry of Rites. I have been enrolled in two books just after I came back from the palace. Damn it! According to this progress, I'm afraid the father will be annoyed."

Jiang Yushu listened quietly and kept moving his hands.

"Nowadays, the officials of the imperial court are not as good as one generation after another. In three years, the magistrate was cleared, and one hundred thousand snowflakes were given. The merchants and clans all avoided talking about it. This is a national crisis."

At the end of the man's words, he let out a long sigh, seemingly helpless.

Zhao Yifeng had a gloomy face and was very displeased, "I handed over the booklet today to let the emperor consider abolishing the hereditary yin and yang system, popularize the imperial examination to select scholars, and encourage the court to employ people. The dog-blood-drenched-head who was scolded by a group of veterans, a A word/punishment/pen/cutting. It is said that the hall is trying to usurp/government, with bad intentions."

"Your Highness, drink tea." Jiang Yushu handed over a cup of tea at the right time.

The aroma of tea temporarily soothes mania.

"Qingyu, what do you think? This palace wants to hear your opinion."

Jiang Yushu held a cup of tea, played with it in his hands, and turned his head to look in Zhao Yifeng's direction.

Zhao Yifeng followed his movements and looked over, looking straight into those dull eyes, as if he had returned to the time when he was married.He is weak, but clear eyes.

But, now...

Shaking his head helplessly, he waited for Jiang Yushu's answer.

"Jiang is not involved in the court. He does not participate in political affairs. He is just a villager. How can he understand it when he is free in the mountains and rivers?"

Zhao Yifeng's hand holding the cup trembled, and the cup almost fell to the ground.

Is he still clinging to the past?

"Qingyu is too modest."

Jiang Yushu took a sip of tea, held the jade flute in his hand, and tapped on the stone table.

"His Royal Highness's method will help the children of poor families. Enrolling scholars through the imperial examination will expand the imperial court's employment regulations. It will actually benefit all people. It is the responsibility of the country."

Jiang Yushu gave his opinion, and Zhao Yifeng seemed to have found a long-lost friend.Lang laughed.

"Qingyu, you really understand me."

Jiang Yushu made tea quietly.

Zhao Yifeng went on to say: "This hall is arguing endlessly with a group of veterans, and a group of veterans joined forces to say convincingly: this hall is in a high position and does not know what the people want, and they also say that this hall has nothing to do all day long, wandering around in the mountains, and has bad conduct. Who dares to criticize this hall after a year of experience in the western region of this hall? Now that I have just returned, a group of veterans can't stand it, hate it!"

It is really rare for a man as arrogant as Zhao Yifeng to have all his talents.What?In a high position, every step is a model in the eyes of the world.This time, being involved in two books, how depressed is Zhao Yifeng?Even with a bad mood, his words were not as gentle as before.

Jiang Yushu quietly listened to him finish venting, and handed a cup of tea with a smile, "Your Highness, drink tea, tea has the effect of calming the nerves."

Zhao Yifeng looked at the hand of the man in white clothes holding the cup in front of him.

White, faintly visible slender veins.

But the joints are slender and the nails are even.Contaminated delicate, revealing perseverance.These hands are a bit feminine, but not.One careless move, these hands can kill.

Yuxiao was bloodthirsty, blood splashed.

The man took it, savored it carefully, and settled it.

"His Royal Highness's character is open to question, but the courtiers said that His Highness does not know what the people want, this is nonsense, it is really absurd."

Zhao Yifeng frowned when he heard the phrase 'to be discussed', "What do you think of Qingyu?"

Jiang Yushu said indifferently: "Your Highness is concerned about the country and the people because he cares. If you don't care, how can you spit it out somewhere in Jiang?"

"This hall has no military power in its hands, and the six departments have no intersection with this hall. How can it harm the country's theory?"

The man smiled slightly and put down the tea in his hand, "Has your Highness never thought about what is behind the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Accounting?"

"Why don't you know? My second brother is very capable!"

Jiang Yushu recalled the few meetings he had with Zhao Qingfeng, his brows were tightened, and the cherry blossoms were about to drip.

"The Second Highness does not seem to be simple."

Zhao Yifeng snorted coldly, "It's more than that? The second brother in this hall is ambitious and big-minded!"

It is a violation of the law to talk about the royal state affairs in private.Seeing that Jiang Yushu talked too much, he changed the topic, "What is your highness' wish?"

The man stared at the person in front of him obsessively, and asked in turn: What wish do you have?

"Doesn't Qingyu know the wish of the hall?"

Jiang Yushu smiled and said, "Your Highness, Jiang doesn't know."

Zhao Yifeng frowned and sipped his tea quietly.

My biggest wish is to sit and wait for the clouds to rise with you, and watch the mountains and rivers quietly.

As the wind blows, cherry reds fly, falling on the two of them, wavering away the tenderness of the crimson.

A cherry blossom fell on Jiang Yushu's hair, Zhao Yifeng saw the crimson flower, and reached out to pick it involuntarily.But suddenly a pain came.Looking back, Yuxiao chopped off his elbow.

"You have cherry blossoms in your hair."

The man closed Xiao, stretched out his hand to smooth his hair, and stroked the cherry blossom.

The cherry red touches again, just like the Drepung Monastery that year.

"Your Highness, do you still remember the words of Master Chen Yuan?"

How could Zhao Yifeng not know, but he didn't take it to heart at the time, and if he mentions it now, he might have something to say.

"This hall remembers, never forgets."

"Your Highness is the order of the emperor, so you never thought about fighting for it once?"

Zhao Yifeng paused, did he want to seize the heirloom by himself?Or is he unwilling to let go?

"How could Qingyu talk about this? This palace has never had the intention of seizing the heir."

Jiang Yushu listened quietly, and poured out the tea in his hand.

"Jiang knows that His Highness the Second Highness is definitely not a kind person. Once the king takes over the world, it may be a disaster for the people."

Zhao Yifeng said in a fit of anger: "This palace has brought disaster to the country, will it still benefit the people? This palace has no interest in the throne."

Jiang Yushu touched the jade flute, without any disturbance on his face, he said calmly, "Your Highness doesn't think about the world?"

The man said in a deep voice: "It's extremely cold at the heights, and this hall doesn't like to be lonely."

"lonely……"

The elegant man murmured.

He could only hear him lamenting, "Father is in a high position, and he fell in love with someone who shouldn't be loved. The empress concubine plotted, the mother and empress were divorced, and the courtiers put pressure. How lonely he is. Don't be like him in this palace, it's a nightmare!"

Jiang Yushu didn't speak, and suddenly felt that he had never understood the man in front of him.

"Your Highness has drunk the tea, and Jiang has listened to the troubles, but is he happy?"

Zhao Yifeng saw his warm smile, and Yu Xiao cast a green shadow on the white clothes.Suddenly, he felt like an immortal who had come down to save him.

"Qingyu really wishes that this hall will rule the world?"

He lowered his head and touched the jade flute, with a resolute smile on the corner of his mouth, and a deep voice: "The blessings of the people, the country belongs to it."

The man stretched out his hand, wanting to grasp the jade flute, "If this palace rules the world, would Qingyu be willing to join this palace?"

Would you like to come with me?will you come with me

Feeling the searching movement, the elegant man turned around to avoid it, his brows were red and coquettish, and he said calmly: "Your Highness is a nobleman of the emperor, Jiang, on behalf of the people of Tianqing, thank you in advance."

He withdrew his hand in frustration, and stared at the jade flute fixedly.If possible, he hoped that the end of the jade flute was his own hand.

Euphemistic refusal, like countless times, can't get an answer.

In the courtyard, the shadows of the trees are whirling, the moonlight is bright and clear, and the cherry red is in chaos.

He smiled wryly.

When I rule the world, I can only have you by my side.It can only be you, Qingyu...