Am I a scumbag?

It was noon that day.

In Qingxi Mansion of Dali Temple on the edge of the West Market in the capital, the blue-black roof tiles are covered with a thin layer of white snow.

The hydrometer ticks.A man is sitting in a wheelchair.

The hall was gloomy and cold, and beside the wheelchair was a solemn coffin.More than three hours have passed since the morning court, and there is no news back.

The man closed his eyes, as if returning to last night.

Xi Xingjian was wearing pajamas, and the candlelight reflected his gray eyes firmly.

"Even without me, Great Xia still has Xu Qing, Xun Chang, and teachers and law, and there are countless disciples of the emperor and teachers all over the world, and the fire of loyalty will never be extinguished."

"If His Majesty has really suffered a catastrophe, how can Xi, as a minister, pretend to be deaf and dumb, and live on. Xu Qing... and has old parents who still need to serve, and I am alone, so I happen to be relaxed."

"If I stand up, I will least hurt anyone."

"King Lan can't copy my Nine Clans no matter what, he is my Nine Clans himself."

The noon bell rang, interrupting the memories.

Xi Xingjian still hasn't returned.

The man looked at the paulownia coffin beside him.Daxia's coffin is tall and big, and it can fit three or two people. It is very different from the one in his hometown Yingzhou...

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door.

Man: "Xi Qing!"

He turned the wheelchair to the door, but Xi Xingjian was not at the door.

But they are all familiar - they are all servants of the Xi Mansion for many years.

Xi Xingjian was afraid that they would be involved in the crime, so he sent money to them a few days ago and sent them all home.Unexpectedly, this group of people ran back at this moment.

Gardener: "Master Xi is determined to serve the country with all his heart, and it is honorable to be a domestic slave, and he is not afraid of getting involved!"

Butler: "The old servant has worked in the Xi Mansion for many years, and he will definitely take care of the young master until the end."

The cook: "Old woman, my husband and son were rescued by the emperor and the master of Qingtian, Mr. Xi. The old woman has nothing to repay. She will make cakes for Mr. Xi in Xi's house every day she lives."

Guard: "Young Master Pei has stayed, so what are we afraid of?"

Man: "You..."

"Ah, ah, look! Master Xi is back!"

"Oh, oh, really! And Master Xu!"

"We're back together!"

"Ah, Master Xi is really fine! I just said what's going on, Master Qingtian, auspicious people have heavenly looks, right? Give money, give money!"

……

The servants of Xi's mansion celebrate together.

The secret room of the Xi Mansion was dark and airtight, and Xi Xingjian finally didn't have to hold back his excitement at this moment: "Ayi, you guessed right, His Majesty is really fine!"

Xu Zizhen: "It's not just Anzai, eat seven meals a day!"

The three of them lighted candles, and the small black room studied the Zhu Criticism word by word, Xi Xingjian: "Not enough."

"The handwriting may be fake, you have to see His Majesty with your own eyes to rest assured."

Xu Zizhen: "Xi Qing, you are too serious, why don't you just look at this?"

He pointed to the ugly smiley face next to the word "Zhen'an" on the memorial.

As we all know, their majesty is proficient in everything from piano, chess, books, poetry, wine and tea, except for painting.

"Such an ugly face would never have been painted by His Majesty himself!"

……

Outside the palace, the former loyal officials knew that the emperor was fine, and felt relieved to celebrate the New Year with drums and gongs.

The emperor who lived in the deep palace was not infected by the joy at all.

The emperor is very boring today.

King Lan went to the court last morning for a long time, and there was no one there for the whole morning.The emperor was eagerly looking forward to it like a resentful concubine in the palace.

Come back soon, Aiqing~ I am so bored.

Without the beautiful and beautiful lover by my side to watch and appreciate, I have had such a leisurely morning!

There is really nothing to do.There is no history book, and the memorial has been approved.

Yan Yuliang regretted that he didn't leave some papers for himself last night to be approved today.

The emperor had nothing to do, and the maid Wen Ying was also idle.

While waiting for her life in the corner, the little girl obediently took out her needle and thread, and continued to poke at a light yellow purse she hadn't finished sewing.

The emperor looked left and right with his hands behind his back.The picture of mandarin ducks playing on the purse is very well embroidered in water, very vivid.

Wen Ying was extremely uncomfortable being stared at by him: "Your Majesty..."

Yan Yuliang: "The embroidery is really good, teach me?"

Wen Ying: "..."

Wen Ying: "What?"

Daxia's weird and secret history of the deep palace is also unpredictable today with ups and downs.

The dignified Emperor Jinyu said that he wanted to learn embroidery.

Yan Yuliang has his own reason - he has learned how to comb people's hair anyway, so he is not afraid of having another skill.

The ancients said, too many skills do not overwhelm you.

In this way, if he is exiled by King Lan to some bald-headed Buddhist country in the future, he can't afford to comb his hair, and he can go to embroider flowers under the overpass to make a living.

Alas, it's not easy for the Son of Heaven who loses his hair.

The emperor said to learn embroidery, but he really rolled up his sleeves and learned it.

Wen Yingjia taught it, but she was secretly very panicked.I have heard of the emperor's licentiousness and the carpenter emperor, but I have never heard of the emperor's embroidery!

If this is known by the historians of later generations, let alone the emperor, her reputation in this life will be completely ruined!

At that time, I don't know what kind of demon concubine and maid will be rumored to seduce the lord, and actually lead the emperor to do red needlework? ? ?

Yan Yuliang is quick at combing her hair, and also at needlework.

It went smoothly within an hour, and it was a joy to poke with the needle.

The ancients said that there are three caves for the cunning emperor.

He had already figured out that he would embroider a half-drawn purse, and then a half-drawn "Lan" character.Embroider it and hide it next to your body.

In this way, the next time he accidentally angered King Lan and was choked, he could twist it to make the purse fall out.

When the time comes, King Lan sees the Son of Heaven embroidering a purse for him with his own hands. How can he get angry with such sincerity?

Great, I am very wise.

But the purse is still too difficult to embroider, and the jade ring is much easier.

I might as well make an extremely ugly colorful cage and jade net for King Lan!

Let such a handsome and dignified person like King Lan wear an ugly net to go to the court to show to the officials, hahahaha.

……

Lan Wang had Mercury retrograde all morning.

Early in the morning, I met my cousin from far away and made trouble, and the household department of the military department in the court hall pushed and quarreled and refused to give in to each other.

A lot of trivial matters, I have been busy for several hours, and I am so tired that I come back with a dark face.

The warm sun shines through the window of Chuwei Palace, it is quiet and the emperor is embroidering.

The emperor is here.

embroidered.flower.

A handsome man with his long legs crossed is sitting on the tea table in the posture of a bandit king, but he is meticulously embroidering with a needle. How inconsistent is the picture.

Lan Wang couldn't help having a headache, maybe he was too tired and had hallucinations.

"Qingqing is back!"

It was not a hallucination, Lan Wang even had a headache.

This is an emperor who likes excerpts, and he accepted the excerpts first when he greeted him.

Still a very noisy emperor.

While stacking the papers on the tea table, he did not forget to sigh that it is not easy to be in a high position, and the memorial papers cannot be finished day after day.

But maybe his voice is really calm and pleasant, or maybe it's because he has a bright spirit every day, which is not like the general cockfighting like Xi Xingjian, Xu Zizhen, etc. of the previous dynasty, or the coffin faces of all the veterans.

Lan Wang certainly had a headache, but he was tired of dealing with those boring people all day long, and his mood improved when he saw energetic people.

The emperor ran back to King Lan after finishing the paperwork.

Lan Wang silently moved his fingertips slightly.

Yan Yuliang: "~~~~"

Come and be merry.Touch me.

It's been fun watching Lan Wang.

At first, King Lan probably wanted to hug him, but he seemed to be hesitant that the emperor's majesty should not be profaned.

But after struggling, he became slightly annoyed to himself, as if saying that this person is already in the palm of my king anyway, why can't I hug him!

Yan Yuliang: That's right, I see that you have blasphemed me wantonly a few days ago, keep coming, I can stand it!

I just like being blasphemed by beauties!

After a gust of fragrant wind, he was finally hugged.

It's fine if King Lan doesn't hug anyone.

Once you hug it, you won't let it go.

Not only that, but also buried his head on the emperor's shoulder, took a deep breath after another, as if continuing his life.

... Others suck cats and you suck me.

For a long time, really long time.

Yan Yuliang's legs were sore, but he still worked hard to stand|stand upright, dutifully and obediently sucking up to King Lan.

After all, Article [-] of the "Emperor's Policy" - If you want to take it, you must give it first.

After a long time, Lan Wang finally finished smoking.Yan Yuliang hurriedly said, "Aiqing is hungry, come and have lunch! I specially asked Wen Ying to send a message to the imperial chef, and prepared a lot of dishes that you like, Aiqing."

"..."

"Come on! Qingqing try this rabbit cake, it's so glutinous, you must like it."

"Come here, and this chestnut cake."

It is said that Lan Wang likes to eat sweet and glutinous food.

Originally, Yan Yuliang didn't believe that such a serious man would like sweet and glutinous things?

But thinking about it again, since King Lan likes the little oriole painted by Tang Hezi... okay.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's delicious, love you, eat more."

The emperor had a pleasant smile, and offered various dishes to King Lan.

"As long as Qingqing likes it, come on."

"By the way, Qingqing...Qingqing agreed to my history book, cough. When will I get it to me?"

"..."

well.

After a long time, Yin Qin finally showed her fox's tail.

King Lan put down his chopsticks and looked at him coldly, but the Emperor Banquet was not only not afraid, but even had his face and palms up: "I have to give it, King Lan promised me."

King Lan: "When did you promise?"

Yan Yuliang: "I promised! Qingqing said that if I guessed right, I would show me the history books. Don't deny it, Xiaozhuang."

Xiao Zhuang.

Lan Wang's shallow pupils shook.

"Azhao Shicai, what do you call me?"

"Uh, Xiao Zhuang."

King Lan was short of breath, and was stunned for a while.

Yan Yuliang had never seen such an expression on his face.There was a flicker of light in the clear and shallow eyes, and it seemed to be in a trance, a little green and uneasy, as if caught in a lot of memories.

Yan Yuliang was amazed by that look, but also puzzled: "What, what's wrong? Can't Xiao Zhuang call me?"

Lan Wang came back to his senses and shook his head slowly.

"Not without."

As he said that, his eyes were clearly darkened.He picked up the chopsticks and ate a few bites in a hurry.

"Azhao eat."

He said nothing happened, but since then he just drank a bowl of soup absent-mindedly as if he lost his soul.

A table of sweet and glutinous snacks never moved again.

……

After the meal, King Lan said that the military aircraft still had important matters, so he had to leave in a hurry.

Yan Yuliang: "Hey..."

King Lan: "What?"

Yan Yuliang: "It's okay, Ai Qing, go slowly. Pay attention to your body, rest more, drink more tea, and come back early."

Yan Yuliang waved his hand, and King Lan lowered his eyes.

Yan Yuliang hates herself for being incompetent.

I know it!What I wanted to say just now was "Hey Lan Wang, wait for me, what about the "Daily Notes" that you agreed to, why are you fooling me again?"

In the end, facing that handsome face and slightly dim and tired eyes, he was unable to speak for a lifetime!

Alas, I.

If it is fatuous and incompetent, incompetent in doing things, and blinded by sex, don't mention it.

Feeling full and sleepy.It's useless for the emperor to lie on the bed alone, just now Lan Wang's distraught appearance lingered deeply in his mind for a long time.

It's just "Xiao Zhuang", what place did it touch that shouldn't be touched, and it made the beauty look so lonely?

Xiao Zhuang.Qing Qu.Qingqing.

What kind of story is it that I used to go with King Lan!

No.

I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled to just forget about the beauty.

Regardless of whether the past is good or bad, I have to think of eight ideas to turn everything upside down and see the light of day again!

You must dig three feet into the ground.

I swear not to give up, just do what I say!