His Majesty And Ministers

It's been a long time since Feng Ling entered the palace, more than a month has passed, I don't know if it's Jing Ye's illusion, he seems to have lost a lot of weight.

Still tall and straight, like pines and cypresses, but the bitterness between his brows seems to be even worse.

Jing Ye stepped into the front hall, wearing jingle bells around his body, which woke up the people standing silently in the hall.The young man stretched out his sleeves and saluted, "I see Your Majesty."

Jing Ye said: "Excuse me." As he said that, he was about to step forward to support him, but Feng Ling took a step back, barely avoiding it.

As soon as this action came out, even Feng Ling herself was taken aback.

Jing Ye put his hands in the air, paused for a moment, then retracted and said, "Qing looks a little tired."

Feng Ling smiled: "I do nothing more than do some idle work like compiling literature and history every day, how can I be tired."

Jing Ye fell silent, Feng Ling also lowered her head and said nothing, the two just stood facing each other.A gust of cold wind blew in from the window, Jing Ye caught cold in vain, and sneezed loudly.Feng Ling hurriedly looked up at him, but saw Jing Ye staring at him frowning, and then took a step forward to grab his hand.

Jing Ye was weak at first, but after being out of the smoke cage for too long, his hands were actually cold. Feng Ling was startled by the chill on his body, and subconsciously clenched his hands.

Feng Ling said: "Your Majesty..."

Jing Ye laughed, and said, "Scholar Feng, this is the second time you have taken the initiative to shake my hand."

Feng Ling wanted to let go, but Jing Ye held it tighter.

The cold wind came in again from the window, Jing Ye sniffled, Ye Mao poked his head out from the door and said, "Your Majesty, come in and close the window..."

"Didn't I tell you to wait outside!" Jing Ye glared at him, and Ye Maocai saw the overlapping sleeves of the two, quickly retracted his head, and closed the door with a "bang", "It's too cold, I'd better go find it for Your Majesty." a dress!"

Ye Mao closed the door tightly, took a breath, took two steps outside to gather his composure, then slipped back, and put his ear against the crack of the door.

Jing Ye in the hall said: "You have been avoiding me."

Feng Ling said: "There are differences between monarchs and ministers."

Jing Ye said, "You've never said that before."

Feng Ling said: "In the past, the minister was stupid."

"Scholar Feng." Jing Ye said, "You took the initiative to come over and grab my hand that day."

"I'm sorry..."

"When you grabbed me." Jing Ye stared at him, "I was very happy."

Feng Ling raised her head and looked at him, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Jing Ye said: "I know you. Although you are gentle, you are never indecisive."

Feng Ling looked at Jing Ye, and there seemed to be circles of water in the pupils of the eyes. For a moment, Jing Ye thought that he would say what he wanted to hear.

However, Feng Ling just used her hands to break away from Jing Ye's shackles, took a step back, stretched out her sleeves and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please punish me for all the crimes I committed against you in the past."

Jing Ye looked down at his long hair scattered on his back: "You came to beg to see me, just to plead guilty?"

"Yes."

Jing Ye said softly: "You tell me clearly, are you angry that I... get close to Gu Hong and the others?"

"I dare not."

Jing Ye looked at Feng Ling, even though this man was kneeling on the ground, his back was as straight as a pine.

He knew that he had already made a decision, and it had nothing to do with Gu Hong Lu Baizang, nor Jing Ye himself.The reason is clear, four words.

Monarchs and ministers are different.

Jing Ye lowered his hand and said, "Qing, step back." Before he could get up, he walked out the door.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", Ye Mao stood on the steps, carefully watching the silent Jing Ye.

When Feng Ling left the palace, it was already dark. He was alone, walking in a trance in the night market full of hawkers, surrounded by people coming and going, laughing and laughing, in his eyes it seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. Cut yourself off from the crowd.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, someone patted him on the back of the shoulder: "Qing Sheng?"

Feng Ling turned her head, but it was her good friend who grew up together, looking at him with surprise.

The two found a restaurant to sit down.

Yang Ziran ordered Xiao Er to bring a pot of sake, Feng Ling sat at the table and put the porcelain bottle with blue chain link flowers in her sleeve on the table.

Yang Ziran saw the vial and said, "Isn't this the Heart-Burn Pill made by the old lady? What are you doing with this?"

Feng Ling lowered her eyes and said, "It was meant to be given away."

Yang Ziran said with a smile: "How many people in Beijing want to ask for something, and you are generous enough to give me such a big bottle."

Feng Ling remained silent.

Yang Ziran smiled and said: "Why, people don't accept your favor? Whose daughter is so powerful, let our little Fenglang be so hurt that he won't be able to leave."

Feng Ling frowned and said, "No."

"It's not a girl?" Yang Ziran was shocked, "Could it be some young lady in Ruyi Building?"

Feng Ling raised her head, Yang Ziran wisely shut up.

Jing Ye sat in front of the smoking cage, holding the memorial in his hand, and stayed there for a long time without moving.

Lu Baizang came over with the reheated shredded bamboo shoot soup and said, "Come and drink, to warm your body."

Jing Ye: "...Oh."

Lu Baizang took a spoonful and handed it to his mouth, Jing Ye lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Baizang put the bowl on the table and said, "What's so good about him!"

Jing Ye said: "He treats me well."

Lu Baizang said, "Am I treating you badly? I can also cook!"

Jing Ye turned his head, saw Lu Baizang's distraught face, smiled and said, "Yes, yes."

He picked up the bowl and took a few sips, smacked his lips, scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Lu Baizang: "It's hard work, I'm so sorry for you."

Lu Baizang looked very angry, but he still drank the soup.

After Jing Ye finished drinking a bowl of hot soup, his body gradually recovered, and the corners of his eyes also became dizzy.Lu Baizang's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, and he came over and hugged him tightly and said, "It's not as warm as the bed here, and it's getting late, let's go to bed."

Jing Ye flipped through a stack of notebooks beside him and said, "There are still a lot I haven't read, wait."

Lu Baizang touched his waist and complained, "But I want to sleep."

Jing Ye said: "If you want to sleep, go to bed first."

Lu Baizang said, "I want to be with you two."

Jing Ye pushed his face away, and said, "Don't make noise, Gu Hong is still in Qingyu Pavilion, let's talk when he comes back."

Lu Baizang angrily rubbed his waist vigorously, opened his mouth and bit his ear and said, "Do you just want to be with him?"

Jing Ye's hands and feet on the bed for these two people these days made some places very sensitive, and his ears turned red after being rubbed like this, so he simply turned his head and kissed her.

Lu Baizang couldn't help but rushed to meet him, their lips and tongue were lingering for a long time, Lu Baizang licked the saliva flowing down from his lips, their brows and eyes were astringent, and they became more and more emotional.

Jing Ye pinched his chin and said, "I want to be on top."

Lu Baizang smirked and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Jing Ye said: "Then you'd better get lost."

Lu Baizang felt wronged: "Your Majesty..."

Jing Ye said: "If you touch it again, you will lose your children and grandchildren, believe it or not."

Lu Baizang shook his hand, his fingers reluctantly slid across Jing Ye's buttocks, and rolled away to read the storybook in aggrieved way.

Jing Ye picked up the folder signed by Feng Ling, sighed, and gently put it aside.

It was already very late when Gu Hong returned to the palace, Jing Ye dimly felt something close to him, hugged it with both hands, and the man held his wrist and said: "Don't, I'm very cold."

Jing Ye slowly opened his eyes, Gu Hong sat on the side of the bed in a snow-white coat, stroked his temples and said, "Your Majesty, go to bed first, and come in when I'm warm."

Jing Ye turned over and lay face up, Lu Baizang's arms around his waist were tightened beside him, breathing evenly.

"Has the autumn hunting been arranged?"

"It's still a little bit worse." Gu Hong said, "There will still be a lot of things that I have to take care of myself, so I can't stay with Your Majesty all the time."

"Well."

"Your Majesty is tired, go to sleep."

He leaned over and kissed Jing Ye's forehead, his black hair fell down and touched Jing Ye's face, cool and soft.

Jing Ye turned his head away, facing him with the back of his head, and said, "Go to bed early." The hand under the brocade quilt fumbled and reached out to hold Gu Hong's gradually warming palm.

The royal autumn hunting is undoubtedly a grand event among princes and nobles. The children of the family show their riding skills during the day and participate in the banquet at night. Kill three birds with one stone.

In the Peace Palace.

Jing Ye hissed, and Ye Mao hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, are you sick?... Get out of the way." The little maid let go and stepped back.Ye Mao put his whisk in his arms, and buckled Jing Ye's belt with his own hands.

Jing Ye frowned and said, "Loosen the ribs."

Ye Mao said: "Your Majesty has lost a lot of weight."

Jing Ye smiled and said, "Really?"

"That's not true." Ye Mao straightened his clothes for him, "Otherwise, it would hurt you. Your Majesty should read less books at night and rest early. Mr. Lu cooks soup and cooks every day, and you don't see any growth. "

Jing Ye laughed and said, "Don't forget there is a little glutton."

"That's true." Ye Mao smiled, "Little Shizi loves to eat and grows fast."

Ye Mao tidied up the armor, Jing Ye moved his hands and feet, and said with a smile: "I will be tired for a few more years, do what I need to do, choose a group of honest and hard-working ministers, and ask Yun'er to be a carefree Concerned little prince."

He turned around, and in the bronze mirror, he was dressed in military uniform, but unfortunately his skin was too white, and he lacked the handsomeness and vigor that a soldier should have.

"Very good, change it."

"Hey."

After taking a nap, Gu Hong sat by the small table and flipped through the files, holding Jing Ye's hand in one hand, and raised his head upon hearing the sound.

Jing Ye sat sleepily on the couch, rubbed his eyes and said, "What time is it, Ye Mao doesn't call me, he should be punished."

"The minister asked him not to call." Gu Hong said, "Your Majesty must be diligent in politics and maintain a healthy body."

Jing Ye said: "...Forget it."

Gu Hong said again: "During the days of Autumn Hunting, it is inconvenient for the minister to accompany His Majesty, how about letting Xiaosheng accompany His Majesty?"

Jing Ye thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid they don't want to."

Gu Hong said with a smile: "It is a blessing for my generation to serve the Son of Heaven."

"..." Jing Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It's up to you to arrange."