Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

The smoke and clouds are misty, the time is silent, and the autumn morning breeze gently brushes across the cheeks, blowing away the fragrance in the room.Han Fei sat up, three thousand blue hairs scattered on his shoulders, rubbed his aching head, Qingquanyin and Hantanxiang, the stamina was really strong, seeing that the sun was already high outside, he lifted the quilt and went out to wash .

After lighting the Calamus Calamus, a thin layer of green smoke gradually rose from the small bronze incense burner. The sweet fragrance lingered throughout the room. Han Fei pushed open the small window, and the sweet smell of flowers came over his face. The reeds are swaying, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, and an egret flies by occasionally, and the world is so quiet that nothing leaves a trace.Sitting in front of the mirror, her flowing black hair was tied neatly.

Inadvertently saw the white cloak on the ground, Han Fei picked up the cloak, gently stroked the folds of the cloak, as if he heard the righteous "preaching" of the man, felt the warm breath of the owner of the cloak, and isolated himself from the autumn wind The cold was far better than the charcoal fire in the furnace, and the scattered memories were picked up bit by bit, and Han Fei slowly showed a very bright smile, as beautiful as a peach or plum.

There was a sound of footsteps, from far to near, Han Fei looked outside the door, Ying Zheng walked quickly, put the things in his hand aside, and asked softly: "Mr. Are you better?" Han Fei smiled softly and nodded at him nod.

Ying Zheng looked at Han Fei carefully. The moon-white gown made him seem thinner, and his face was still a little pale, like a butterfly in the rain, which was really worrying.Ying Zheng raised his hand to caress Han Fei's forehead. Han Fei was startled, his ears felt slightly hot, and he heard the man say with a sigh of relief: "It seems that I don't have a fever."

Han Fei gave him a funny look, "It's so easy to get sick."

"Drunken and cold," Ying Zheng continued to speak righteously, "Sir, I can't stand it."

Feeling guilty, Han Fei turned his head away, saw the food Ying Zheng put on the table, and quickly changed the subject: "Where did this porridge come from?"

"It's the sashimi porridge I brought from the palace. Mr. is weak, so it's just right."

Ying Zheng opened the lid of the earthen pot, and the tempting aroma overflowed. He served a bowl for Han Fei. Just when Han Fei was about to reach out to pick it up, Ying Zheng said, "Wait a minute", I don't know where he found it. A brocade handkerchief came out and was placed on the bottom of the bowl. It didn't feel hot, so it was handed to Han Fei.

Han Fei watched Ying Zheng's movements in silence, and slowly ate the thick porridge in his hand. The warm porcelain bowl through the Jinpa just warmed his cool palms, but the slight warmth was like burning. Like in his heart, warm to the heart but not scald.The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pupils lowered to cover the emotions in the eyes.It wasn't the first time he was drunk, nor was it the first time he had a hangover, but it was the first time he was talked about like this.Maybe Han Fei didn't notice it himself, Ying Zheng was always by his side unknowingly.

Han Fei looked at Ying Zheng with a smile, and teased him, "The prince's concubine is really lucky to find a considerate husband like the prince."

"She left after giving birth to Fusu." Ying Zheng replied casually, "This king is really not considerate, it's just the order of the parents."

The last half sentence... I feel like I'm explaining something to myself.After eating the last bite, Han Fei inadvertently saw that the sky outside the window was full of sunset, and his eyes widened unconsciously, "So it's already so late."

Ying Zheng smiled helplessly, "So it's better to drink less alcohol in the future, sir, so as not to wake up without knowing the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

Deeply aware that Ying Zheng has the potential to be an "old lady", he didn't open his mouth to defend himself, and quickly changed the subject, "Do you want to have a fight with Fei, my lord?"

Ying Zheng thought about it and nodded.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the two of them, Ying Zheng stared intently at his face, half hidden in the shadow, half soaked in the halo, the overly fair complexion almost seemed to be feathered in the afterglow, like a dream .With a move in his heart, he cupped Han Fei's face with his right hand, "You know? You are so beautiful that sometimes you really want someone to kill you." Gradually approaching him.All my being and all my love flow to you in deep secrets.Your eyes look out for me one last time, and my life is yours forever.

"No..." Han Fei's body froze, and his usually extremely intelligent brain seemed to be in hibernation at this moment. Looking at the gradually enlarged Ying Zheng in front of him, the hot breaths of the two were intertwined, and Han Fei felt a little dizzy. I just feel my heart beating like thunder.

"My lord, I'm back!" Yunyi shouted into the room, with indescribable joy in her tone.

Han Fei stood up abruptly, making too much movement and knocking over the teacup in hand.Hastily said: "I'll go out and have a look." After speaking, he turned and left as if fleeing, and he didn't dare to go to see Ying Zheng from the beginning to the end.

Looking at Han Fei's fleeing figure, Ying Zheng gritted his teeth secretly, Yun Yi, a brat!

The night in the capital city is the busiest. Yinghu ordered a pot of tea in the private room of the tea house, and the door was knocked suddenly. The smile on his slender face became more and more intense, and he stared intently at the visitor with his dark eyes, "Master Han is really a good man!" Keep me waiting."

Dismissing everyone, Han Wenmei said with a smile: "Your Highness, I'm really sorry, the official business is really heavy recently, otherwise how dare I keep you waiting for so long."

"Hahahahahaha, Mr. Han is indeed an old fox with long sleeves and good at dancing. He knows the current affairs and can read words and demeanor. Ying Hu really has to obey." After drinking a cup of tea, Ying Hu stared at Han Wen quietly.

"Oh, don't be too polite. Your uncle holds a heavy army, and your majesty is also very fond of your majesty. The Han family will depend on you in the future, right?" Han Wen quickly added another cup of tea to Yinghu.

Yinghu waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I know you are smart and realized that Yingyue's mother and son are unreliable, so tell me when someone will bring it to me."

Han Wen immediately nodded and bowed, "After three days, I will definitely finish it. Please wait for the good news in the Youhuang Pavilion."

Yinghu nodded with satisfaction, "If this happens, then we will be a family, and we will definitely not treat you badly."

Han Wen nodded quickly and said yes, looking at Ying Hu's complexion, a trace of disdain flashed quickly in his flattering eyes.

The author has something to say: All my existence and all my love flow to you in deep secrets.Your eyes look out for me one last time, and my life is yours forever.From Tagore's collection of poems.