Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

When Zhao Yifeng came to the bamboo building, the lights were brightly lit.

Thinking of what he said the day before yesterday that he would come to him in the way of a gentleman, the man smiled for a moment and knocked on the door.

Xie Yiya opened the door at the right time, Zhao Yifeng walked to the courtyard, but did not see anyone under the cherry blossom tree, he frowned, looked at Xie Yiya, "Where is your son?"

"Young Master has rested, Your Highness, please come back."

The man looked around the bamboo building for a week, the cherry blossoms were chaotic, the bamboo shadows were whirling, and the indoor candles were flickering.

"Diao boy, you want to deceive this hall again? The lights are on in this room, and your young master is obviously not asleep, so go away."

How could Xie Yiya let this gloomy person disturb people's dreams, his small body stopped in front of Zhao Yifeng.

"I told you, my young master is asleep, why don't you believe me?"

Zhao Yifeng looked down at Xie Yiya from top to bottom, and suddenly laughed loudly, "Let this hall trust you, show some skills!" After speaking, he wanted to enter the house regardless of Xie Yiya's obstruction.

Xie Yiya jumped anxiously, the young master had just fallen asleep after the injection, and he was afraid that he didn't have the energy to entertain him, so this man wanted to go in and disturb his young master.How could Xie Yiya, who was as considerate as Xie Yiya, let this person in?

Zhao Yifeng suddenly felt his waist tighten, and looked down, Xie Yiya's hand was on his waist, tightly hugging him, unwilling to let go.

The man was slightly annoyed, "What are you doing? Don't think that this hall won't attack children."

"I said that my young master is asleep, so don't disturb him, if you don't believe me, Yi Ya can't do it, that's the only way."

Zhao Yifeng didn't want to do anything to Xiao'er, nor did he intend to hurt him.Be patient, "Let go!"

"Don't let it go!"

"Are you letting go??!"

Xie Yiya was frightened by his tone, but still didn't want to let go.

"Yi Ya, let Your Highness come in." Jiang Yushu's voice appeared at the right time.

Xie Yiya looked at Zhao Yifeng angrily, and stomped his feet anxiously, "My lord, how could you put him in, he is uneasy and kind."

"Who are you saying to be uneasy and kind? Believe it or not, this palace stripped you alive?"

Xie Yiya's small face wrinkled into a ball, and he just uttered a few "You...you..." and nothing else.

Zhao Yifeng came into the inner room with a smile on his face.

"Your Highness is very proud? Yi Ya is just a child, do you have to argue with him?"

Zhao Yifeng acted angrily, "It's because he doesn't like this hall everywhere, and this hall doesn't want to embarrass him."

Jiang Yushu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How old is he? Is it interesting that Your Highness has to argue with a child?"

Zhao Yifeng smiled rascally and said triumphantly, "Interesting!"

Jiang Yushu shook his head. He started to have a headache, which was severe.

This royal nobleman can't be beaten, scolded, or spoken. He looks cold and arrogant, but in fact he has a thick skin.

Jiang Yushu discovered this slowly, and what surprised Jiang Yushu even more was that His Highness seemed only willing to be a rascal in front of him.

Zhao Yifeng consciously found a place to sit, looked at the person in front of him, his body tightened, his eyes froze.

The cherry red between his eyebrows turned into a faint light red, which was faintly absent, his face was pale, and he seemed weak.

"The cherry red between Qingyu's eyebrows... has faded."

Jiang Yushu tried his best to smile and nodded.

Zhao Yifeng looked carefully and realized that Jiang Yushu had a chess game in his hand.

"Qingyu knew that the hall would come?"

The man smiled gently, and Xu Shi just came out of the herbal bath, his wet hair falling behind his shoulders, which made people relax.

"His Highness Wen Tao Wu Lue, how is the chess game today?"

"Okay! Try it."

Xie Yiya came in and stuck out his tongue at Zhao Yifeng angrily, and began to fiddle with the chess game, serving tea and water.

"His Royal Highness holds the red son, the green son?"

"Red Son."

Red, the color of life blooming.

"it is good!"

Indifferently.

"What will your Highness use to compensate you for losing?"

Zhao Yifeng frowned, and said in surprise: "How did Qingyu know that the hall would definitely lose?"

The man smiled and said firmly: "Intuition!"

Zhao Yi laughed loudly, "Is Qingyu so sure? Whether he wins or loses is unknown, Qingyu is exaggerating?"

"Really?" The man asked back, his clear voice was very soft, but murderous and cold.

"Your Highness is watching chess!"

"Two into one, want to cross the river."

"One cannon, one horizontal five, one bombardment."

"Two guns, two horizontal fives, confrontation."

"Five into one, Chuhe."

"Three cars enter five, generals die."

"The second general of Pao, eat; the first general of Pao, eat!"

"Acquaintance four enters three, eats the cannon."

"The car goes three times and goes six times, and eats the face."

"The cannons are separated by one, general!"

Jiang Yushu smiled softly, "Your Highness seems to be incapable of playing chess..."

"This round doesn't count, you and I will come again." Zhao Yifeng seemed unwilling.

"The car enters three times and enters two, and the warehouse is hidden."

"One cannon into five, fighting cattle across the mountain."

"When the horse goes three times a day, it draws the salary from the bottom of the pot."

"Four into two, straight to Huanglong."

"Second to one, besieged on all sides."

"The car goes five times, and the sound hits the west."

"Four guns into three, prepare for a rainy day."

"A horse walks four times, stealing the beam and changing the post."

"The guns are separated from each other, and the guns will be fired later, will!"

Holding the "handsome" hand in his hand, Jiang Yushu said calmly, "Your Highness has lost again."

Zhao Yifeng patted the case, "This hall is not good in the past, otherwise how could it be defeated again and again."

Jiang Yushu retorted coldly: "Your Highness is not good at learning, and you still want to pass the responsibility to someone else. It is extremely shameless."

"Shameless? When was this hall shameless? Whoever saw it, come out quickly, and this hall is waiting for you!"

Jiang Yushu lifted his head and sighed.

"You and I will come again."

The man smiled and nodded.

The two indoors were fighting hard, and the moon outside the house was incomplete.

The wind blows gently, and the leaves shake gently.

The warm soft light illuminates the small building.

Harmonious and warm atmosphere, happy and quiet moments.

"Come again!"

"Come again..."

"Come again-"

……

"Qingyu, don't you give in?" Zhao Yifeng looked sour.

The white-clothed man's eyes were bright, his clothes were spotless, and he said calmly: "Jiang has given up His Highness's four sons. It's because His Highness is not good at learning and is not special to others."

Zhao Yifeng was defeated, he dared to feel how bad he was, he let the fourth son lose in a mess.

"Your Highness, can you continue?"

"Continue? Our hall played ten rounds, and we didn't win one round."

Jiang Yushu remained calm, "Jiang said that His Highness is not good at learning, and His Highness doesn't believe it."

Zhao Yifeng looked sad.The look of being down and out after being defeated in a fight.

"Hey, the hall is not good for the passing years, the passing years are not good."

Jiang Yushu sneered, "Your Highness is uncertain, how can we win?"

Zhao Yifeng was surprised, "How does Qingyu know that this hall is not calm? This hall didn't say a word."

The elegant man tried his best to pull back and sit still, so that the people in front of him would not notice the clue.

"Your Highness's way of chess is also His Highness's heart. The chess way is messy, and the battlefield is messy. How did Your Highness win Jiang?"

"My hall doesn't know that I'm upset?"

The man held Xiao, Biyu poked out and pointed at "handsome".

"Commander, if your mind is not in turmoil, all directions will not be in turmoil. If your mind is in turmoil, the whole world will suffer. Your Highness needs to rest assured!"

Father, like son.

Chess is like life, count soldiers on the battlefield.

There are thousands of troops and horses, talking and laughing, the sea is easy.

Zhao Yifeng saw that Jiang Yushu was speaking what he thought in his heart, so he no longer concealed it.

"My hall went to check the Ministry of Rites, who knows? That old man Fang Ju seems to know, and everything he found was clean. The people in this hall were all thrown away."

The elegant man smiled slightly, fell silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and stabilized his mind.

"His Royal Highness behaved like a villain to Jiang. Why did he switch to the behavior of a gentleman when he came to the Ministry of Rites?"

Zhao Yifeng frowned, this Jiang Yushu was still annoyed by the fact that he came uninvited and climbed his green bamboo a few times ago.He is also saying that his treatment of the Minister of Rites is too open and aboveboard, and he is too open and frightening.

"Qingyu is still upset about the previous few incidents?"

The man said calmly, "Jiang doesn't dare. His Highness also knows that Jiang's eyesight is inconvenient, and he is not like ordinary people. His Highness's behavior, Jiang is really not flattering."

Zhao Yifeng walked to him, squatted down, and stared straight into the eyes of the elegant man, "Qingyu, how about letting it go?"

Jiang Yushu didn't seem to expect this seemingly cold person to say such a thing, he was stunned for a while, and the jade flute slipped from his hand without checking for a moment.

Zhao Yifeng stretched out his hand to pull him back, but found that the long eyelashes of the person in front of him became more and more clear in his eyes, and the movements of his hands couldn't help but slow down.

"Dang~~~~~", the jade flute landed on the ground.

He was so close to him, their breaths intertwined.

Jiang Yushu lowered his body a little, the pain spread, and he was weak, looking for Yuxiao with disorganized palms.

Looking for, confused.

With no rules, Yuxiao ran aground.

He couldn't see, and it was so hard to find.

He picked up the jade flute and slowly handed it to him.

All he could hear was a polite "Thank you!"

Zhao Yifeng stood up and went back to his seat, pouring a cup of tea consciously.

"His Royal Highness does not need the actions of a gentleman to deal with the Ministry of Rites. He dispatches troops on the battlefield, and he never tires of cheating. Do you still remember the last son just now?"

"You mean..."

"Just as His Highness thought, it's an afterthought! An afterthought!"

How could Zhao Yifeng not know?This shows that he started from the back house.Men who are not good at beauty, once they have beauty, they have a handle.

"This hall knows how to do it. Qingyu, today's chess game went smoothly."

"Your Highness, don't you want to see how many treasures you lost with Jiang?"

Zhao Yifeng looked up and down, and lost the ring pendant, jade pendant, and folding fan.

"It's not in vain to lose to Qingyu."

Jiang Yushu's face twitched, and only Zhao Yifeng dared to say such scoundrel words.

The elegant man leaned on the edge of the chair, seemed to be out of energy, his eyes blinked lightly, and he held a jade flute in his hand.

"Your Highness wants to spend the night here? Huh?"

The face of the man in front of him was pale, and the white clothes were loose, as if he was tired.

Zhao Yifeng said softly, "It's getting late, Qingyu should rest early."

The man lifted his robe and left quickly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Yushu's eyes were fixed on the direction he was leaving.

Only the boundless darkness responded to him.

My heart is slowly collapsing somewhere...

"Young Master has been lonely for so long, it's good to have someone to accompany you. You can see that Young Master and His Highness are chatting speculatively." Luo Buqiu walked to Jiang Yushu's side and took his pulse lightly.

Jiang Yushu withdrew his wrist, looked cold, and said in a cold voice: "He is a member of the royal family, and he walked too close. In the end, you and I will not know how we died. You can't have this kind of thinking anymore."

Luo Buqiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Yes, young master."

"How about the investigation of the Ministry of Rites? I want the fastest news."

Luo Buqiu bowed, "The news has arrived, it's time."

The elegant man hummed lightly.

Luo Buqiu was puzzled, "Your Highness, why do you insist on helping the Zhao family, just in case..."

Sighing lightly, the voice was as light as water: "The sky is powerful, and the real master is Zhao Yifeng. No one else is allowed, otherwise it will be a disaster for the world. The rest of the other countries are afraid that blood will flow into rivers. This is a choice without choice."

"But why do you insist on helping the Zhao family, Your Highness?"

Jiang Yushu smiled gently, but in reality, he had a sharp look on his face, "The word 'His Royal Highness' should never appear in Tianqing, otherwise you and I will die without a place to bury you. I hope that I will always be Tianqing's person. "

His fierce aura made Luo Buqiu know that he had touched the bottom line.

Jiang Yushu couldn't figure out why he wanted to help Zhao Yifeng.

Is it because of the same fear of loneliness, the same reluctance to fate, the same sympathy for each other...

The elegant man was weak and his breath fluctuated.

Luo Buqiu was worried, "Master, today's acupuncture is painful, you should rest earlier."

The sleeves of the white clothes flicked across the air, he sighed lightly, and said lightly: "You go first, the moonlight must be beautiful today, I will sit down for a while."

The moon is incomplete, just like him.

Heart, empty...