The Prime Minister has something to do

I saw it for the first time years ago, sitting there quietly and clearly, holding a book in my hand, reading it carefully.

No matter how monotonous the clothes, no matter how deep the color, no matter how lonely the background, no matter how calm his expression, they could not conceal the beauty and brilliance of his appearance.

Empress He entered the hall and kowtowed: "The humble minister joins the emperor."

Chong Yuan glanced at him, raised his hand and said, "Sit."

He Houhan followed his words.

……

After half an hour.

Chongyuan put down the book in his hand, and said: "You brought Mingqiao into the palace on New Year's Eve, I miss him a little bit, and want to meet him. Go back."

He Houhan: "..."

He Houhan made a trip and returned home.

Jiang Sheng fell asleep hugging the quilt.

He Houhan sat on the edge of the bed and watched him, as if he was hooking up with someone when he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyelashes rested quietly on his eyelids, moving slightly, he didn't know what dream he was having.

He Houhan took off his clothes and got into bed.

Jiang Sheng was agitated by the cold air brought in, moved, stretched out an arm spontaneously, hugged him in a swish, and wrapped him in his arms, and blurted out a few words: "I'm back... ..."

Warm and safe, He Houhan felt sleepy all of a sudden, resting his head on Jiang Sheng's neck, he replied vaguely: "Yeah."

Sleep hugging each other.

In the third year of Yuanchang, winter.

Lunar New Year's eve.

Chong Yuan left the banquet early.

He Houhan took Mingqiao and was taken to the palace by the dark guards.

Chong Yuan was sitting in the bedroom with his arms propped up, and there was a table of banquets in front of him. When he saw He Houhan, he raised his head and smiled slightly, looking very happy.

"Come and sit." Chong Yuan said, while stretching out his arms to hug Mingqiao, teasing him: "What do you want to do when you grow up?"

Ming Qiao was less than five years old, with a pair of watery eyes, he said in a childish voice, "Like an uncle, be the prime minister!"

He Houhan calmly picked up a chopstick of rock sugar fish.

Chong Yuan couldn't help laughing and said, "You want to be an official at such a young age?"

Ming Qiao seemed a little confused why Chong Yuan was smiling, but he still nodded.

Chong Yuan seemed very happy, he said: "Okay, I will allow you to do whatever you want."

He Houhan sighed slightly, took over Mingqiao, and said, "He still doesn't understand anything, when he grows up... who knows what he will encounter."

Chong Yuan glanced at him and stopped talking.

late at night.

Ming Qiao yawned.

He Houhan hugged him and left.

The palace servants cleared away the leftovers quietly and quickly, while Chong Yuan sat motionless.

Eunuch Xia appeared out of nowhere, held a thick coat in his hands, and said, "Your Majesty, which empress' palace are you going to stay overnight in?"

Chong Yuan waved his hand.

Eunuch Xia immediately fell silent and withdrew.

The happiness tonight... is nothing but comfort, short-lived, and shady.

He had a truly happy life in his life. After the man fell into a coma for two years... the few months after he woke up, what a beautiful and wonderful summer, he was with him in the palace every day... No need to care about the eyes of the world, no one knows The man woke up... Countless times, countless times, he almost couldn't bear to just hide him forever like this, but that's no good, no, he shouldn't be humiliated by others.

Chong Yuan sat like this until dawn, with no internal strength, his body gradually cooled down, and he couldn't get warm even in cotton clothes, his hands and feet were cold.

He saw the first sunrise in Yuanchang four years.

The No.20 year in his life.

His life...but it was just beginning.

But he felt that all his enthusiasm had been exhausted.

The rest of my life...

There will never be such a strong attachment, such a longing, such a wonderful youth.

Never again.

Extra 【History】

"Shun Dynasty. Biography of the Xiandi"

In the 23rd year of Shun Qinghe, Emperor Xuankang was blessed with a son, who was in the Chongzi generation and bestowed Mingyuan.

There is only one elder brother in Chongyuan, named Zhou, who was violent and died on the battlefield.

Chongyuan was named a child prodigy at the age of four, and was deeply loved by the emperor. He entered the East Palace at the age of seven, and became emperor at the age of 12. He was the only monarch in the history of the Shun Dynasty whose posthumous title was honored as a virtuous character—Emperor Xianming Shengde Datian.

Compared with the previous emperors, the Xian Emperor had few desires and only had one son and one daughter.

Emperor Xian was in power for 61 years, during which the world was peaceful and everything went smoothly.Recovering the frontiers outside, annexing foreign countries in the north of the sky, and creating a prosperous and prosperous Yuan Dynasty; inside, he made good use of virtuous officials, the court officials were upright and clean, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.The virtuous emperor was diligent in government and cared for the people, and his achievements in government are remarkable.

However, there are two things in his life that are puzzling to later generations: one is the deliberate suppression and disregard of the craftsmanship of the time, and this trend was more obvious in the later years of Emperor Xian.The second is that Emperor Xian was the first emperor in the history of the Shun Dynasty who did not have a queen in his life.

Emperor Houxian entered the imperial mausoleum and set up a stele for the queen in order to fill in the genealogy.

There is an unofficial history claiming that the stele of the unnamed queen is the emperor's memory of a strange woman in the folk, citing the emperor's daily life note: The emperor once said to the eunuch next to him: ... It is just a love when I was young, although I asked for it, I couldn't get it... But the most affectionate.

"The Shun Dynasty. The Legend of the Grass"

He Xiang, styled Ruisheng and named Houhan, was born in the 14th year of Qinghe and died in an unknown year.

He has a noble character and is loyal. He has been a prime minister for decades, and he has repeatedly made great contributions. One said that because of the early death of the person he loved.

Emperor Xian favored the prime minister very much in his life, and his kindness never faded.

The last words that Emperor Xian said when he was dying were: "It is my great fortune in this life to meet you like a harvest."

From the perspective of future generations, one emperor and one phase should be able to stand side by side in the world.

Another foreign history said: A hundred years after Emperor Xiandi, an octogenarian met two tourists by chance.The old man was shocked and asserted that the young man was He Xiang.Others ridiculed its absurdity, Shihe Xiang had already passed the age of hearing, so it should be safe to die and enter the earth.

Later generations read it and criticized it with a smile: strange tales in the countryside.

Extra Story [Dragon Spits Pearls]

A red land.

A cloudy sky.

Boundless.

A flash of lightning.

Break empty.

A beam of light.

Suddenly.

a shadow.

Hovering.

Two shadows.

similar.

Three shadows.

stop.

"..."

"..."

"..."

There is a boulder on the ground, and a few twilight lights walk on it.

There are seams on the stone, and the copper yellow light is embedded in it.

All the shadows.

A little bit of light.

There is wind.

With water.

With everything.

A beam of light.

fade away.

A flash of lightning.

Reverse travel.

A budding land.

A clear blue sky.

A boulder.

A densely packed mark.

An extremely long piece of metal.

silence.

Copper-yellow light flickered rhythmically toward the boundless sky.

Extra [Brother]

When Rong Jialu was seven years old, his father sent him to study with an expert. Although he was very young, he was already very sensible. Come back from school and honor your mother."

Then, when his father rode a horse out of the city for less than a mile, his eyes turned red secretly. The tall man on the horse sighed and raised his hand to rub his head.

But the eldest son of the Rong family had to learn to be brave and resolute from birth, that's all.

After a long journey, he finally arrived at the destination. The endless mountain peaks looked so vast and mysterious in the eyes of a seven-year-old child, but he was not timid. He waved goodbye to his father, turned his head and followed the master up the mountain.

That year he spent the first winter alone in his life, very cold, very dark, very quiet, fortunately he possessed a rare quality from such a young age: patience.

He trotted in the cold winter night with endless goosebumps on his face, relieved his icy limbs, and then returned to the hard bed and wrapped his body tightly with his not-so-strong arms, forcing himself to sleep, because tomorrow There is also morning class, and he cannot indulge himself in complaining or crying.Even if he is the only one around.

This will be the case for the next few years.

When he was ten years old, it was the coldest winter. His father died in battle. All the perseverance of the day swept back at night, and was multiplied by the darkness. He shed tears silently in the cold air, and wiped them all away .It's nothing more than the sky is falling, he can almost touch the burden, he also has two young brothers and a weak mother.He grew up like that, in the cold winter of that year.

He worked harder and practiced harder, the master was afraid that he would be anxious and unsteady, but it seemed that he was too worried. Rong Jialu was sane when he was ten years old.But only he knows that the uneasiness in his heart is like an invisible seed, which will thrive when watered by a little loneliness and anxiety. He fights against it with reason and calmness.

Until he was 12 years old, more than a month after his master went down the mountain, one day he suddenly received a letter from his master, a simple sentence: clean up the room next door to you.

Rong Jialu had already lost his childish appearance at that time, he had the vigor of a young boy, and a calmness that didn't match his age, but at that time his heart constricted, and he almost blushed from excitement, oh my god... oh my god , he is about to have a junior brother!Or a little junior sister?This is unlikely... because the master said it was next door to him.

The 12-year-old Rong Jialu was a little excited and cranky all day. He circled the waterfall several times with light work, but he couldn't reduce his expectations.

After that, he added one more homework every day. He went to look at the stone wall, listened carefully for the sound of horseshoes down the mountain, and opened his eyes wide to see if there was a faint figure on the other side of the bamboo forest.

Then one day, he got used to looking with his head, and saw the boy at a glance.

Thin and small, he doesn't look healthy at all, his movements are a bit cramped, but his expression seems calm.Rong Jialu laughed all of a sudden, very happy