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Xiao Jianshen intended to be calm: "It's late at night, don't ask so many questions, sleep well."

After finishing a sentence, he intuitively added another word: "Good boy."

Fu Tinghuan: "..."

He was a little curious, and after looking at Xiao Jianshen very strangely for a while, he didn't know what he thought of, but immediately laughed, accepted this sentence, wrapped himself in a quilt, and went to sleep.

Time flows into the distance with the galaxy in the sky.Xiao Jianshen lay flat on the bed, he did not fall asleep like Fu Tinghuan, he did not feel sleepy at all.

This is not right.

This is simply not possible.

This is incredible.

An indescribable feeling filled Xiao Jianshen's entire body.He felt himself turning into a cauldron full of water and burning with fire.The water in his body has been boiled by the ferocious fire, and fish eyes are gurgling.These bubbles rise, converge, swell, and burst, each with a different poignant taste.

At this time, Fu Tinghuan, who was sleeping next to him, suddenly turned over, from facing the wall to facing Xiao Jianshen.

This is a canopy bed big enough for three or four people without being too crowded.Although Fu Tinghuan changed direction, he was still one person away from Xiao Jianshen who was sleeping outside.

Xiao Jianshen saw that Fu Tinghuan was still in a deep sleep, so he looked at the other person's face a little presumptuously.

It still has the appearance of Wen Jun, a scholar.

Not feminine, at least not as feminine as his original face.

Not stunning, also not as stunning as his original face.

Is it precisely because of the glimpse that day that he left a deep impression on him as a "stunning woman"... that led to today's scene?

Xiao Jianshen was thinking about this important issue with a serious attitude of thinking about the profound meaning of life, when he saw Fu Tinghuan who had turned over and lay there for a while, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the hard or empty bed.He closed his eyes and muttered vaguely, rubbed his cheek against the pillow and the quilt on his body, and then started to move forward like a cicada wrapped in a cocoon——

Xiao Jianshen: "..."

Instead, he stared at Fu Tinghuan carefully to see if he was really sleeping or pretending to be asleep.

But the other party's sleeping face entered Xiao Jianshen's eyes with a very peaceful attitude, it was a kind of calm that had already fallen asleep.

Xiao Jianshen was sure that the other party was really asleep, and the next moment he was sure, Fu Tinghuan had moved to his side, leaned against him very skillfully, and then leaned into his arms to sleep well.

This was the second time he rested with Fu Tinghuan, and it was also the second time he watched Fu Tinghuan do so.

Compared with the last time, Xiao Jianshen had the foresight to roll up his hair first to avoid being suppressed, and then looked at Fu Tinghuan who was nestled in his arms.

The other party's breath was long and shallow.

The other party's brows were looser than before, and his sleep was no longer as calm as sinking water.

The other party... looks, somewhat, cute.

Xiao Jianshen raised his hand and brushed lightly over the face of the man in his arms.

He felt heat rising from within him again.

He suddenly remembered the kiss a few days ago. At that time, the other party hadn't changed his figure. According to common sense, it was impossible for him not to notice such an obvious flaw.

but--

All kinds of greetings that day reappeared in Xiao Jianshen's mind.

He felt the strong internal force in the other party's body, and told himself that the other party was well educated.

He held the hand of the other party who did not look like a woman, and told himself that the other party was caused by martial arts training.

He looked at the other person's height which was almost the same as his own, and told himself that the other person must be in good shape.

He also saw the man's jaw and lips.

He told himself, this is my destiny.

Xiao Jianshen: "..."

For the whole night, he was caught in a maze-like philosophy of life, and he never closed his eyes from the beginning to the end.

So when Wang Ranggong came over and gently knocked on the door, indicating to Xiao Jianshen that he should get up and go to court, Xiao Jianshen, who was in a trance, was almost relieved-the few days of the crown prince's wedding vacation were finally over, from now on He can go to court again... It's not easy!

He got up from the bed, and when his body moved, Fu Tinghuan, whose face was buried on his neck, also woke up.

He glanced sleepily at Xiao Jianshen, yawned and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to court." Xiao Jianshen said.

"Oh..." Without stopping, Fu Tinghuan had already changed his position facing the wall and continued to sleep.

Xiao Jianshen put on his court clothes under the service of the palace servants who came in.When he was about to leave, he glanced into the tent again, and found that Fu Tinghuan, who had slept next to him the whole night, had rubbed back against the wall with the quilt in his arms, and was facing the inside to rest with his shoulders slightly shrunk.

He didn't pay attention any more, and soon followed Wang Ranggong and drove up to the court.

The golden dragon on the beams walks along the eaves and walls, the Zhuzhu pillars in the hall stand upright, and the jade steps under the feet stretch for thousands of miles.

Xiao Jianshen was sitting on the crown prince's throne, his legs were naturally separated, his hands were hanging on his knees, his back was straight and his shoulders were flat, because his gaze was from top to bottom, his head was slightly lowered, looking straight at the Zhong Zhongren.

Xiao Jianshen has kept this action unchanged since the last dynasty.

Every time at this time, the voices of the people in the first dynasty always involuntarily lower their voices, as if their zenith is covered by something big and boundless, and the light they live on is looking at the mind of this thing.Then I couldn't help trembling, and my voice was weak.

Xiao Jianshen didn't understand the senses of these people, so even though it had been three years since he went to court, he still wondered why the court meetings he presided over always kept talking and then there was no sound.

Usually, when there is no major event, he is still graceful, but now that the event has come, Xiao Jianshen's eyes fell on everyone's faces: "Everyone knows about the South Canal." He paused, no one answered, and his eyes turned one by one Turning from the left side of the court to the right, the minister who looked at the palace said, "The four magistrates were killed, and the tribute boat disappeared together with the officials, crew, and tribute on the tribute boat. Such insane things have never been heard before, and have never been seen before." .”

"Someone told Yu Gu that it was because of a Guhong sword that was rumored to be 'to win the world'."

"They spread that the Guhong Sword is in Gu's hand, and assassins are often seen in front of Gu Zhi; they also spread that the Guhong Sword is on the tribute ship, so the tribute ship carrying the blueprints made by Shenji Lei was robbed."

"Next time they spread the Guhong Sword in the imperial palace of the current dynasty, the palace will suffer; they may spread the Guhong Sword in the hands of a prince or minister of the current dynasty, and the prince or minister may also suffer disaster .”

"Your Highness, this matter is really absurd. I am willing to lead my troops to the South Canal, and use the heads of these rebels to honor the spirits of the magistrates in heaven!" General Luo asked for an order.

Before Xiao Jianshen could speak, the chief assistant who had gone through three dynasties also stood up and said: "I don't agree with General Luo's wish. General Luo shoulders the safety of the capital, so how can he leave Beijing easily? If he wants to leave Beijing, his deputy commander should be the leader." position, or choose another commander of the Five Cities Army and Horse Commander."

After the words fell, another old man stood up and said calmly: "The crown prince is assassinated from time to time. Shouldn't the responsibility for this fall on the soldiers and horses? Although General Luo has a special status, it is related to the safety of the world and must not be ignored. of."

General Luo, who stood up first, lowered his head, with a look of helplessness that no one could notice.He cursed secretly in his heart: They are all those old men, that old man, that old man, that old man!One shot kills one, and a few more shots, everything will be peaceful in this world!

Xiao Jianshen waved his hand lightly: "General Luo, don't be impatient. I have taken General Sun to the South Canal to have a complete overview of the matter. He knows everything about Jianghu, and I have given him the right to act cheaply." He glanced at Wang Ranggong beside him.

Wang Ranggong took a step forward at this time, shook his whisk and said in a high voice: "Zhu Qing's family has something to do early, and if there is nothing left to do, retreat to the court—"

The courageous Fu Tinghuan, a man of high art, just happened to hear this sentence from afar when he disguised himself as someone else and sneaked into the hall.He felt a little regretful, thinking that he was still a step late, when he heard a report suddenly came from the hall, and someone was saying: "The matter of the South Canal is approved by Sun Bingchen, but the emptiness of Beijing's defense cannot be delayed any longer." , Your Highness’s own safety can’t be guaranteed, so how can we talk about governing the world and bringing peace to the world, saving the people from fire and water?”

At this moment, Fu Tinghuan was already standing in the hall, without much investigation and thinking, he could of course know that General Luo, who had the same surname as Empress Luo, belonged to Xiao Jianshen, not those who wanted to dismount General Luo. It's Xiao Jianshen's man.This is always the case with a slightly larger force, the faction is the same, and there are many hills... It's like no matter how close two people are, the heart of one cannot fully control the heart of the other.

But he was startled for a moment, and then he thought of his relationship with Xiao Jianshen - only this person, no matter what, seemed to be able to see the deepest thoughts in his heart.

If it wasn't for Xiao Jianshen's certainty that it was impossible for Xiao Jianshen to know his past, or even his true identity, Fu Tinghuan would have suspected that he had seen those people from the past who had grown up with him.

But this is not possible.

They are all dead.

He was a little curious about how Xiao Jianshen would answer, so he looked at the man sitting in the highest position in the hall.

The other party sat upright.

Five beads and nine jades hang from the crown to his eyebrows.

His face is as high as a cliff, majestic and majestic, and his expression is like snow in the cold river, white and proud.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he glanced at the billions of stars and mountains and rivers, and at the sight of the people and the city.

He said: "The one who can hurt the orphan has not yet been born."

And Fu Tinghuan's eyes met Xiao Jianshen's.

The first ringing of the big Huang Lu bell that day exploded in his heart and mind.

After the court meeting, the ministers in the palace left one by one.Only General Luo stayed and met Xiao Jianshen in Renhua Palace a few steps away.

With a serious expression on his face, he cupped his hands and said to Xiao Jianshen, "Your Highness, the robbing of the tribute boat may be the result of internal and external troubles. The mastermind behind the rumor that the Guhong Sword is in the hands of the tribute boat is in the hands of the tribute boat. Those people are probably the royalists in the court. They released news to attract people to kill His Highness in order to welcome the emperor back to the throne; they robbed the tribute ship with the blueprint of the divine machine in order to equip weapons. Worry--"

"In the near future, Xiao Qiang will be troubled?" Xiao Jianshen answered.

"Your Highness is so bright—" General Luo paused, and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you act first——"

"I just don't want the ditches in the capital to be filled with blood and corpses again." Xiao Jian said deeply.He was silent for a moment, and sighed softly, "In a few years, everything will be settled..." So he didn't pay attention to the assassin's face, and he never cared that the palace had almost become a den of spies.

Blood relationship should be the closest and strangest thing in this world.

Xiao Jianshen always hoped that everything would be settled amidst the flowers.

If not.

Then the dust will settle in the blood mist.

Xiao Jianshen only returned to the East Palace in the afternoon.The first moment he stepped into the East Palace, he thought of Fu Tinghuan; when he thought of Fu Tinghuan, Xiao Jianshen felt his scalp tingling slightly.In such a slightly numb feeling, Xiao Jianshen came all the way to his study room, and when Fu Tinghuan suddenly jumped out of the window and appeared out of the screen, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Daily memorials have been piled on the table.

Xiao Jianshen randomly picked up a book and opened it, but instead of reading it immediately as usual, he thought of Fu Tinghuan again.

He immediately woke up, regained his energy, quickly finished reading and wrote a line of comments, then put it aside, and continued to turn out the next book.

Then he thought of Fu Tinghuan again.

The third.

He thought again...

Xiao Jianshen did not open the fourth book.

He dug out the rice paper and pen and ink, and started splashing ink on the scroll.

He first recalled the face he had glimpsed once.That face is indeed made of the beauty of Zhong Shanshui, and it doesn't look like a worldly thing.

He concentrated for a moment, put pen to paper, and quickly drew the face he had seen before.

The face that falls on the paper does not have the character of a real person. It is obviously neither more nor less, but it seems to be a bit longer here and a bit shorter there, and it looks almost devoid of spirit.

Xiao Jian pondered for a moment, discarded the painting, and began to outline the figure and face of "Xue Maoqing".

He drew a scholar walking from a distance.

The scholar hid his hands in his robe and held them in front of his body, with his head slightly tilted, looking relaxed and careless.

The wind blew up his sash and the hem of his robe.

His face is still blank for now, but the annoying spring breeze has blown away the blankness on his face.

The wantonness of a smile that is not a smile.

That proud pride.

After Xiao Jianshen lit up the eyes of the person in the painting one by one, he stared at the painting in his hand and faced a very difficult choice.

——Does he want to find another man?

See if you can also create desires.