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The next day.

The Emperor's Edict of Guilt has just been promulgated, and it is not known whether the torrential rain in Huxun and the two states will stop, but it is the capital city—Xindu, where it began to drizzle chaotically.

A fine rain curtain slides down from the tiles of the eaves. Looking through the rain curtain, the ends of the branches of the ancient trees and tung trees dimly poke toward the sky, and inadvertently sprinkle the withered yellow leaves in the blue sky of Liaoyuan. Fluttering and lonely, it meets the looming corner of the majestic imperial city.

The red Luo charcoal is interlaced and set up in the stove, surrounded by the rising flames, with a kettle on it, muffled murmurs occasionally, and the dense water vapor is transpiring.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a person and an umbrella coming from a distance. Yiyang, who was holding a scroll in his hand, curled his mouth slightly. Behind him, the clever maid immediately added a cup of tea. At the bottom of the water, the strong tea fragrance becomes stronger with the change of water color.

Before stepping into the corridor, he handed the paper umbrella to the waiter. Lu He took off the oil coat on his body again, and his maid took it.

"Your Highness." Lu He bowed to Yiyang.

Lu He is not wearing an official uniform today. He has a light green straight body and a thin cloth. From his shoulders to the hem, he is dotted with ink-dyed lotus, which is swaying and beautiful. The jade belt around his waist is tightly tied. Compared with the past, it was more obvious, the white satin boots were stained with mud and water, but this did not diminish her seemingly spotless temperament.

Yiyang retracted his gaze, took a sip from the teacup, and said lightly, "Sit down and talk."

It stands to reason that each of the short couples has a couch, but today there is only one couch on the side adjacent to Yiyang.

Lu He was slightly startled, and turned his eyes to the maidservant behind Yiyang for help, but the maidservant turned a blind eye and sat down cross-legged, fearing that Yiyang would be so close to him and something would happen to him.

"Tangci has no relatives to rely on in Beijing. Lord Qin is Tangci's teacher, so she stays in Shangshu's mansion to recover from her injuries. The minister just visited the mansion and saw that she was chatting and joking with Princess Rouke, with a ruddy face There is nothing wrong with being calm, and she also asked her ministers to thank His Highness."

Putting down the teacup, Yiyang's fingers inadvertently touched Lu He's left hand. Yiyang shivered from the cold, and glanced sideways at Lu He. After winking, he asked in doubt: "Rou Ke?"

Yiyang and Rou Ke are not familiar with each other, but they can't help seeing each other a few times during the festivals and palace banquets, and they vaguely remember that they are indifferent and lonely characters, how could they get along with Tang Ci?

"It's quite speculative to say that we met in Biyun Temple in the suburbs of Beijing." Lu He put his hands close to the stove to warm them up, took a breath of hot air into his palms, and rubbed them to warm them.

Suddenly, his hands were snatched away——

After waiting for Lu He under the porch for an hour, Yiyang's hands were already warmed by the charcoal fire. He put her hands in his palms and rubbed them carefully, while raising his eyes to make fun of her: "Did I deduct your monthly salary? It's cold in late autumn." , are you reluctant to spend money to buy even a jacket?"

The peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and the black pupils were full of sincerity. The cold hands slowly felt in Yiyang's soft and delicate palms. Lu He stared blankly for a long time, and then remembered that the move was over. The moment was overstepped, and he was about to pull his hand away: "Your Highness—my minister, I am terrified..."

In her desperation, her hands were strong, and when Yiyang grabbed him with all her strength, she pulled the whip wound on her right shoulder, and couldn't help twisting her two eyebrows together in pain, and took a light breath.

"Your Highness?" Lu He only knew that Yiyang entered the palace yesterday, but didn't know what happened to her in the palace. At this moment, he just thought that he lost control of his strength and hurt her, so he hurriedly freed his hands, kowtowed to the ground, "Your servant should die."

Yiyang felt chest tightness and shortness of breath when he heard it, didn't he just take off your clothes when we first met, and then treat me like a scourge all day long?

Seeing this, the maidservant who came with the hand stove rushed forward to visit, and said anxiously: "Your Highness, but the wound hurts, servantmaid to call the medical officer over?"

Hearing this, Lu He raised his eyelids, only to see that the maid gently pulled down Yiyang's shoulders, a red and swollen scar as thick as two fingers lay across it, and there were some blood spots, which looked very creepy.

"No need." Yiyang looked back, seeing that the swelling had actually subsided a lot compared to yesterday, so he felt relieved, avoiding the scars and hooking the corners of his clothes to put on his clothes again.Then he asked the maidservant to add a few pieces of charcoal to the stove and pass them to Lu He.

Lu He took the hand stove, thanked him respectfully, and then wanted to get up and sit down, but Yiyang took a look at him, and then took back his raised left leg.

After a while, Yiyang seemed to lose his breath, and said lightly: "Get up."

After Lu He took his seat, the atmosphere became inexplicably silent, and even the maidservant who was standing beside her didn't dare to breathe out.

Suddenly, Yiyang ordered: "Stretch out your hand."

Lu He was stunned for a while, holding the warm hand stove in both hands, he said woodenly: "Your Highness, I am no longer cold."

"You're not cold, I'm cold, help me to keep warm." Yiyang raised his chin slightly, spread his palms upwards, and handed it to Lu He.

If it was said to be presumptuous before, if he really warmed Yiyang's hands at this moment, it would be blasphemy, but if he didn't warm her hands, it would be disrespectful.

Lu He's scalp tingled for a while, swallowed, and smiled tentatively: "His Royal Highness's hands look ruddy, probably not cold, so there is no need to..."

"Who says it's not cold?" Yi Yang gave her a light gouging look, and muttered in a low voice, "Your cold words have turned all the warm kindness into coldness."

Lu He bowed his head and answered yes, then put down the hand stove on the spot, then stretched out his hand to gently rub Yiyang's hands which were clearly much hotter than his own, but he could feel her hands trembling slightly, as if she was really I caught a cold.Thinking of the whip marks I saw just now, I somehow felt a little distressed, and based on the whip marks, I deduced that it should be done by someone else, so I asked what happened.

The trembling and serious appearance reveals a fascinating cuteness. Yiyang stared intently, and unconsciously curled a smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't wake up until he heard Lu He's question. He coughed a few times and briefly explained the matter. Tell the whole story.

"Your Highness's move..." Lu He pursed his lower lip and considered his words, and continued, "It's a little risky."

Yiyang was not very satisfied with Lu He's evaluation, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Not desirable?"

"It's not unacceptable just based on the result of Your Majesty calming down the anger of the East Palace and contemplating past mistakes." Lu He shook his head, and he had long forgotten that he was still holding Yiyang's hands in his hands, and only used them as his own. He just ignored the blush on Yiyang's face that deepened moment by moment, "Chujun is most afraid of sensuality and indolence. The East Palace has always been cautious in words and deeds. This time it was just a moment of confusion. It happened to be flooded. Your Majesty was questioned after worrying." Responsibility. Responsibility and love. His Majesty has a measure in his hands, and he will not punish him for anything good or bad. He will return to the East Palace to recuperate his wounds. He will take advantage of the turmoil and stand still, and quietly identify the details of placing Lu Wangfu in the East Palace. Lu Wangfu contacted secretly, to catch a turtle in an urn."

When he was talking, Lu He had dimples on his cheeks again, and he raised his eyes to look at Yiyang: "This is to be put to death and reborn, so why do you need your Highness to risk yourself?"

Withdrawing his hands calmly, Yiyang took a cup of tea and drank it down in one gulp, trying to hide the inexplicable throbbing and panic in his heart, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "The prince is my brother, I will never let him When Feng Bingzhu, I got the news yesterday and I had to rush in and make a fuss." Looking at Lu He, he smiled softly, "Didn't you insist on working for the King of Lu before? Why are you thinking of some plots to harm him now? Tricks are also very easy to handle?"

"One minister does not matter to two masters. Since the minister has entered the command of His Highness, he should be driven by His Highness." Lu He was calm on the surface, but in fact he was very guilty. He was afraid that Yiyang would see the slightest strangeness at the end. After thinking about it, he turned around. Hua Tou said with a smile, "However, Your Highness and Dong Gong were separated when they were young, but the brother-sister relationship is so deep that His Highness is willing to take the blame for it."

Hearing this, Yiyang's eyes darkened a little, and she was full of loneliness. She pondered for a moment before slowly saying: "Since I have promised my mother and concubine before she died, I will keep my promise." She looked at Lu He Wanluan and smiled, her eyes fluttering Conquer the loneliness and let out the pure romance, "Just like what my husband once told me, the story of Jibu Yinuoqianjin, what men can do, why women can't, not only can, but can do better."

Yiyang's mother and concubine, also known as Princess Xianqi, died suddenly a few days before the emperor's sacrifice to heaven and canonization ceremony, but in fact she did not enter the central palace. The emperor only gave her a posthumous title, Zhenshu.

When Concubine Zhenshu was dying, she entrusted Yiyang with the protection of the crown prince, which sounds unbelievable.Lu He suppressed the doubts in his heart, and recalled the tearful sleep in Yiyang on the mid-autumn night, guessing that Yiyang should miss Concubine Zhenshu very much, and felt a little bit of pity for the fallen people in the world, so he really cared: "Whip Injury...is there any hindrance?"

I thought it would be okay to blurt out, but looking at the serious Lu He, the bad water in my stomach rippled again.Yiyang twisted the two crooked eyebrows into a "Chuan" character, stretched out his hand to his right shoulder, and yelled repeatedly. Seeing that the corners of Lu He's mouth twitched and remained unmoved, he hurriedly blinked at the maidservant.

The maid was startled, looked at Yiyang and then at Lu He, her heart was relieved, and she hurried forward, pulling her fingers anxiously, with tears in her eyes: "Your Highness is in pain again? Your Majesty has no strength." Seriously, His Highness's delicate skin and tender flesh can't withstand beatings. I heard that there is an iron wire twisted inside the horsewhip, and a layer of blood and flesh will be cut off as soon as it is pulled. Master Lu was not there last night. I didn't see it. I just cleaned the wound After changing several basins of water, His Highness cried out in pain, tears soaked the pillow towel and quilt, and cried until his voice became hoarse..."

Hearing this, Yiyang stared: "Shut up."

Lu He frowned when he heard it, thinking to himself that according to what you said was serious, the prince should have kicked his legs and handed over the crown prince to others yesterday. It's not like I didn't miss the injury on Yiyang's right shoulder just now.Glancing at Yiyang, he also had an expression of regret for throwing a rock at his own foot, and when he heard the back, his face turned greener. Lu He probably guessed that the maid's words were mixed, and the fake was a creepy whip Injury, I really cried because of the pain.

"Hmm..." Lu He stroked his chin and thought for a while, "Since that's the case, His Highness will be exempted from the homework of the post tomorrow."

Yiyang's eyes lit up, then suddenly darkened again, touched his right arm, and said weakly: "Perhaps the injury was caused when drinking tea just now, and now he can't use half of his strength."

The maid behind her snickered.

Lu He's face darkened: "Your Highness... don't mess around."

Yiyang covered his mouth and chuckled a few times, raised his hand and pinched Lu He's face: "Mr. is only a little older than me, why are you so old-fashioned?"

"I am Your Highness's subject, but I am also His Highness's attendant. If Your Highness insists on being rude to your elders, I have the right to punish you. I hope Your Highness will be careful."

Lu He frowned, seemingly really angry, Yiyang let go of his hand in time, stared at her amusedly, but changed his tone of discussion: "How about all the homework for tomorrow?"

Lu He frowned even tighter: "Your Highness, you are good at work and hard at play."

Yiyang raised a finger to compare, full of confidence: "Only one day."

Moist peach blossom eyes, curved willow eyebrows, straight nose, thin water chestnut lips, and a rich fragrance when speaking——Yiyang is so close that Lu He almost lost his mind and lowered his eyelids: "Ten articles Zizhitongjian, the content is optional, and no one is allowed to copy it."

Ten articles... still can't be copied...

Yiyang gritted his teeth and complied.Then he gently hooked Lu He's fingertips, and asked cautiously with hope: "Sir, I heard that there is a new theater in the capital, why don't you go and see it with me tomorrow?"