Correct posture of masochism [system]

There was a knock on the door, and the butler of the mansion stood at the door and asked if he wanted to prepare dinner, and he was answered by a clear cough from inside the house.

Then Jiang Yu heard the butler's footsteps going away.

Jiang Yu glanced at Song Yan imperceptibly, and found that his face was as pale as the snow outside, it seemed that he was seriously ill.

"Although Weichen is not as good as Li Taifu, he also watched His Majesty grow up." Song Yan lifted the lid of the cup, blew away the floating tea leaves and took a sip, he chuckled, "I don't know that Your Majesty still has such a plan. "

Jiang Yu scratched the center of his eyebrows, curled the corners of his lips and gave Song Yan a smile, not to mention a friendly one, "After all, what a pair of eyes can see is limited."

"Your Majesty said so." Song Yan's eyes darkened slightly, with some unclear meaning.

Jiang Yu tapped his finger on the table twice, he raised his eyelids, and cast sharp eyes on Song Yan, "I want to be a wise king who will live up to my father's expectations, can you help me? Song Yan." The last two The words are light, revealing a little subtlety.

Song Yan remained silent, put down his cup and lowered his head to fiddle with the chessboard, placing the chess pieces securely one by one, "I remember that Your Majesty has surpassed ordinary people's comprehension in chess since he was a child."

You remember wrongly, Jiang Yu's face is pitch-black, not to mention that he only knows a little bit of superficiality, even the level of the original owner is not enough.

Just when Jiang Yu was struggling with how to deal with it, a gentle voice came from his ear, "Your Majesty, please."

Jiang Yu looked at the hand on the side of the chessboard, which was as moist and delicate as the finest white jade, as if it had been carefully polished. His eyes moved from the hand to the chessboard, and his brows twitched fiercely.

"If I win this game, I will take one thing from you." Jiang Yu took a black stone from the chessboard and randomly put it in the middle.

"Weichen..." Song Yan picked up the white piece and put it lightly, he squinted his eyes and smiled, "We'll wait and see."

At first, Jiang Yu placed chess pieces on it without realizing it, watching more and more black areas, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and he followed Song Yan back and forth. At that time, all the exits were blocked by Baizi, and the surrounding water was blocked.

He lost like a turtle in a urn.

Song Yan on the opposite side was not in a hurry, he leisurely looked at the fluttering snowflakes outside the window, and after a while looked at the young man who had changed a lot in front of him, he even turned on the charcoal fire in the stove leisurely.

Waiting patiently, stepping on the edge of the trap and refusing to jump down, the little prey who was still dying faced reality.

Jiang Yu held the chess piece for a long time, and the black piece had already warmed up between his fingers, as if it was stuck to it. His brows were deeply wrinkled, and he suddenly threw the chess piece on the board. Said lazily on the back of the chair, "I won't come."

"..." Song Yan showed an expression of astonishment for the first time, obviously shocked by Jiang Yu's scoundrel.

After a long time, he shook his head lightly and sighed regretfully, "I'm still thinking about what your majesty will take away." After he finished, he sighed again, as if others would not see how much he wanted to lose.

The corner of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched, "Two out of three rounds."

Song Yan smiled, "Okay."

As a result, he lost all three rounds, and since then, Jiang Yu has never played chess with Song Yan again. He hates people who calculate every move, and automatically ignores some realities that he doesn't want to admit, such as IQ.

Putting away the chess pieces one by one, Song Yan noticed that the person on the chair seemed to be leaving, he said in a low voice, "Dinner has been made, Your Majesty can eat before going back."

The corners of Jiang Yu's eyes twitched as he was arranging his clothes, shouldn't that cough earlier mean to stop him?

Before Jiang Yu could refuse, Song Yan had already opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "I still have something to discuss with Your Majesty."

Jiang Yu looked at Song Yan with the second weird look this time, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

The two sat at the same table to eat, the atmosphere was indescribably weird, the servants next to them were all like wooden stakes, watching their eyes, noses, noses, noses, and hearts, practicing their master's skills to pretend to be deaf at any time make dumb.

The meal was about to come to an end, Jiang Yu took a sip of hot soup, glanced at the person next to him, he hadn't said a word since he sat down, it seemed that he didn't expect to hear the so-called "something needs to be discussed" up".

Song Yan swallowed the food in his mouth, put down the chopsticks, got up and pulled away the chair, "I send Your Majesty out."

The snow kept falling, and the road was completely white. Jiang Yu saw Xiao Quanzi standing beside the carriage stomping his feet angrily. He turned his head to look at the blue figure standing leaning against the door, and pulled the corners of his pursed lips to the sides. Raising wildly, in an instant, there was a smile on the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, and the originally childish face became dazzling, a bit unruly, a bit evil, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Song Yan frowned, raised his left hand and put it on his chest, then put it down again, maybe it was because he wore a little too much clothes that he felt the heat.

The old butler behind coughed a few times and cautiously reminded, "Master Xiang, it's getting dark."

It means you can't see anything.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, and walked into the room, "Old Li, is the snow about to stop?"

"It's hard to say." The old housekeeper followed behind, "This old slave feels that this winter is different from the past, it will be colder, and it may continue intermittently until the next year."

Song Yan curled his eyelashes, and his lips curved in the same way, as if his mood suddenly changed for the better.

The old housekeeper was really right, the snow fell intermittently, like an old woman's foot wraps, and people in the noisy city were reluctant to go out, but stayed at home holding the stove to keep warm.

Song Yan still didn't go to court, he was recuperating at home, Jiang Yu was thinking of ways to cultivate his cronies, tease the ministers, and at the same time go to the prime minister's mansion every now and then to comfort him.

Gradually, Jiang Yu found out that Song Yan was a hypocrite. He looked like a gentleman, but he was actually a villain. He would throw you a trap anytime and anywhere, and then waited for you to jump down and get it with the attitude of a gentleman. The rope is tied around your neck, and you have to be dragged all the way by him.

It was a rare sunny day, Jiang Yu was lying on the wooden chair squinting his eyes, his chin tucked into his fur collar, surrounded by snowdrifts like hills, and the wind blowing on his face was covered with tiny snow particles.

It's really not a good time to go out to bask in the sun, but somehow he drank tea with the other party against the cold wind, "Song Yan, aren't you tired from living?"

I am always calculating, calculating others and myself, and can easily reveal the well-designed and unintentional way of speaking. This kind of life has already passed away from the word "person".

A little sparkle flashed in Song Yan's eyes, and it disappeared quickly. He smiled and said, "I'm used to it."

The back of his neck was a little itchy, Jiang Yu took out his hand in his sleeve and stretched it behind, touched a dead leaf that fell on it, turned a corner in mid-air when his arm was lowered, and casually touched his cool Fingertips, index finger clicked, "This habit is not good."

Song Yan was taken aback, looked down at the fingers on the back of his hand, and said nothing for a long time.

The end of the year is approaching, and Empress Dowager Cen's birthday is coming. Jiang Yu handed over all matters to this year's number one scholar in the imperial examination. He has investigated the newly appointed Si Jian. Contacts, neither Ji Bai's party members nor Song Yan's party members, can be used.

In the imperial study room, Jiang Yu was reviewing the memorial, and the brush kept drawing out the word "Zhun" horizontally and vertically. This was another indulgence given to him by Song Yan, which made him feel that the other party was handing over the power little by little. illusion.

Eleven, who was below, rubbed his nose, "Your Majesty, since the night of the ninth day, senior brother has become very disappointed."

Jiang Yu tugged at his lips, but could he still see the disappointment on that wooden face? "Okay, you've grown mushrooms in the corner of the wall. I can't see that he's lost, but I can see that you're suffering from anxiety."

Eleven drew and stabbed the daggers, pondering what kind of illness is anxiety disorder, after a while he said with a serious face, "Your Majesty, is it true that senior brother fell in love with a girl from some family?"

The tip of the brush froze, drawing an imperfect stroke, Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, "You can ask."

"This subordinate has already asked..." Eleven snapped his fingers, curled his lips sadly, "78 times." But the elder brother still didn't make a sound.

Jiang Yu's face twitched, and he was really persistent.

"This subordinate feels that His Majesty is the only one who can ask something from the senior brother." Eleven blinked.

Jiang Yu smiled, "Oh? Really?"

Eleven secretly smacked his lips. His Majesty is really different from before. If his eyes hadn't been confirmed many times without being disguised, he would have thought they were fake.

After a few days, Jiang Yu suddenly remembered, and asked casually, confusion was written in Shi Qi's eyes.

"I heard from Eleven that you have a girl you like?" Jiang Yu scanned his body back and forth, not knowing what it would be like to take off that half of the mask. I'm afraid that the shadow of the late emperor can be found on the whole outline.

"Not at all." Seventeen's tone was surprisingly cold and hard, showing repulsion from people thousands of miles away.

Jiang Yu's face turned cold, "It seems that I am meddling in my own business."

Shi Qi tensed his edges and corners, "This subordinate resigns."

Seventeen years later, he voluntarily asked to be transferred from the palace. At that moment, Jiang Yu paused for a long time, he was hesitating, and finally agreed to be sent to the border.

This difference is two years.

Two years later, the sky will still be that sky, and the emperor of Dafeng will still be Emperor Ye.

What made the ministers unbelievable was that Jiang Yufei not only did not roll off the dragon chair, but also sat down on the chair firmly.

A year ago, Jiang Yu bestowed Ji Bai with a title and a land. His name was promoted and his status was demoted. He watched him leave the imperial city and solved a hidden danger. One big hand controls everything.

Jiang Yu knew that the big hand was Song Yan, and if the other party didn't mention it, it was even more impossible for him to bring it up. Someone cut down the thorns blocking the way for him, which was a good thing he could only wish for.

Song Yan was still his assistant minister, which was beyond everyone's expectations. What puzzled the disciples the most was that they couldn't see what the other party was thinking.

Although I couldn't see through it before, but I can figure it out from the corners, and now it is impossible.

The harem is the most talked about in the court. Seeing that Ji Chu is ten years old, she is more and more handsome, and she is excellent in everything. The empress dowager, who is worried about changes, is eager to have grandchildren. The more the better, she summoned several grandchildren secretly. Discuss with senior ministers.

It is conceivable that those people united and brought pressure to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu above was so swollen and aching in his temples from the quarreling of the great Daode with several mouths flying out. He pinched the bridge of his nose and subconsciously looked at the person standing at the front.

Song Yan seemed to have noticed something, his eyelids moved, squinted for a moment, and said slowly, "I think it's too early. Your Majesty should first govern the state affairs, and the children's private affairs can wait for a later date."

Immediately, the ministers agreed, "The old minister thinks what the prime minister said is reasonable."

The other ministers were all nodding, and Wen Xu, who was standing in the middle, frowned, and said, "Although your Majesty is the king of a country, he is also a son of man, and filial piety should come first."

A vein popped out of Jiang Yu's forehead, he stared at the elm lump he pulled out with one hand, and said coldly, "Wen Aiqing, what are you talking about? I didn't hear it."

Wen Xu pursed his lips and repeated in a deep voice, "Although your majesty is the king of a country..."

As soon as the surrounding air pressure dropped, the ministers took sneak peeks at Jiang Yu in the hall from the corner of their eyes, and at the same figure in front of them, secretly watching the play.

It stands to reason that His Majesty should establish a concubine and concubine, the harem is so empty, it can't be kept as a decoration, and if this matter continues, the daughters of their family who are eager to enter the palace will have to go to the house to expose the tiles.

Jiang Yu stood up, walked back and forth in front of the chair, walked up to Song Yan after a while and took a look at him, but ordered Wen Xu, "Wen Aiqing follow me to the imperial study."

The little Quanzi in the corner called out the two words that he kept on his lips every day in a timely and soft voice, "Back to the imperial court——"

Song Yan was walking in the alley leading to the palace gate, and when he walked out of the hall, he was summoned by the Queen Mother. He thought it was just a continuation of the topic of Shang Shang, but he didn't expect that the other party would ask "Song Yan, do you like Ye?" Son?"

He remembered that the answer he wanted to give was to shake his head, but the truth was that he was silent.

An hour later, Song Yan stood in front of Qiu Yu, frowned and asked, "What do you mean by liking?"

This person has been there since he was young and ignorant to the time he was a friend. He is the one who has followed him for the longest time, and he is also the first person he wants to ask.

A daze appeared on Qiu Yu's thin face, and he laughed out loud, a little crazy, "Master, don't you understand?"

The person he has followed and admired for nearly 20 years doesn't even know what liking is. Is it the other person who is pathetic, or him?

The next moment Qiu Yu's face changed drastically, and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a sound, "Why did the master come to ask the slave this question?" Did he meet...

Song Yan turned around suddenly and left, his pace was a little imperceptibly fast, because he remembered the phrase "I can't ask for it."

A few words that are inexplicably harsh to him now.

That night, the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion saw that the lamps in the study room were always on, and through the windows they could vaguely discern that the people inside were reading books, so they all walked away in a hurry.

The study room, which is always neat and rigorous, was a little messy for the first time. There were many books on the table, most of them were open, some were marked with brush circles, and some words were drawn with emphasized lines.

The candlelight flickered, and it was already late at night. The man sitting on the chair put down the book in his hand, rubbed his forehead wearily, and there was a gloomy look between his brows.

What exactly is liking...