His Majesty And Ministers

When Jing Ye woke up in the morning, the pillow was no longer warm, and Lin Xiaosheng must have been up for a long time.

Ye Mao changed his clothes and said, "Young master has gone to the government."

Jing Ye let out a "huh" and waited for the maids to tidy up, then walked through the exquisitely carved green gauze cabinet, and sat down to have breakfast.

Ye Mao served him vegetables, and Yang Ziran begged to see him halfway through eating.

Ye Mao said: "Why don't you tell General Yang to wait a little longer?"

"No need." Jing Ye stopped his chopsticks and said, "I got up late today, so I told him to wait in the study, and I will come right away."

Ye Mao said: "Yes."

Jing Ye came out from behind the screen and sat at the table. Yang Ziran knelt on one knee and saluted, "See Your Majesty."

"Get up. What's the matter?"

Yang Ziran got up and said: "The traitor Xu Ming has been captured and the war is settled, I ask your Majesty to choose a day to return to the court."

Jing Ye thought for a while, and said: "It's not urgent, let's rest for more than a month, and it will be convenient for the soldiers to recover from their injuries. The journey is far away, and if we set off in a hurry, I'm afraid there will be more wounded."

Yang Ziran bowed and said: "Your Majesty is very thoughtful, I understand."

Sitting behind the table, Jing Ye saw that he still did not ask to leave, and said, "If you have something to say, just say it, don't hesitate."

"Chen..." Yang Ziran cupped his hands, "I still want to see Master Feng, I heard that he was seriously injured."

Jing Ye nodded, and said: "You guys have a great friendship, you should visit him." Thinking of something, he snorted coldly, "I also wronged him to recuperate here."

Yang Ziran heard that the emperor's tone was wrong, so he didn't dare to answer the words. The maid came and took him in from the outer room, and walked into the inner room. He saw Feng Ling sitting on the bedside, reading a book in a cloak, but she was a little out of her mind, and hadn't turned the page for a long time. one page.

The maid said: "Lord Feng, General Yang has come to visit you."

Feng Ling regained consciousness in vain, but saw her friend winking at her from behind the maidservant, and said in surprise, "You're here."

Yang Ziran walked to the bed, looked embarrassedly at the several maidservants beside him, the latter understood what he meant, they all blessed themselves, covered their smiles and withdrew.

After the maidservants closed the green gauze cupboard leading to the outside room, and then closed the door to go out, Yang Ziran pulled the round stool and sat down, looked Feng Ling up and down, sighed and said, "Oh, I don't know how much credit you have made. Your Majesty is so caring."

Feng Ling closed the book and said, "Apart from making fun of people, do you find other pleasures?"

Yang Ziran smiled and said: "I came here specially to have fun with you." But he frowned and said: "You are living in this courtyard now... From the perspective of outsiders, you are already His Majesty's."

"I don't bring these false names with me when I'm born, and I don't take them with me when I die." Feng Ling said with a slight smile, "Besides, I studied the books of sages and sages hard. Once I became a courtier, this body already belongs to Your Majesty."

His tone seemed to be different from the past, with a touch of detachment and decisiveness. When he said the last sentence, he was soft and low, not like a courtier to a monarch.

It's a bit like... Yang Ziran felt a strange feeling inexplicably in his heart,... like words of love to his sweetheart.

"Qingsheng, but what's the matter..." Yang Ziran frowned, feeling that such a tone and appearance were really not like those of a person who escaped from prison and regained his freedom.

Feng Ling said: "I have a crush on Your Majesty."

"!!"

Yang Ziran almost fell off the low stool, forced a smile and said, "Your ability to scare people is getting better and better."

Feng Ling pursed her lips, and said, "Do you think I'm joking with you? Zi Ran, you and I are best friends and I won't hide it from you. I will revise the letter as soon as possible and quit the engagement. I will never delay Yuying."

Yang Ziran was tongue-tied for a long time, not knowing what to say, he got up after holding back for a long time and said, "You take good care of your illness, don't worry about this matter, after all, the marriage has not yet been formally appointed as a matchmaker, and the future will be long..." After a pause, he still couldn't help saying: "You are so lucky Think about it, and take advantage of this period of recuperation."

Feng Ling nodded and watched him go out.

The sound of footsteps faded away, and there was no one in the room.

"Consider?" He smiled wryly, "If you're afraid, you're afraid... time is running out."

Yang Ziran walked to the door of the study, Ye Mao bent over him and said, "General, Your Majesty is inside."

Yang Ziran nodded, waited for Ye Mao to open the door, entered and saluted, "See Your Majesty."

Jing Ye was pacing in front of the screen, when he heard this, he raised his hand and said, "Get up."

Yang Ziran straightened up, glanced down at the flickering nine-dragon pendant on the emperor's dragon robe, thought of Feng Ling's indifferent words, and sighed with regret.

The Son of Heaven who sits on the Dragon Throne as bright as the sun and the moon, where can he be the object of his courtiers' soft talk?

Jing Ye said: "I remembered that there are still some things I want to ask you. I heard about your sister's marriage to the Feng family before the expedition."

Yang Ziran hurriedly said: "It's just that the elders are all interested, and there is no conclusion yet."

"The order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker." Jing Ye said, "The marriage is about to be settled, why did Feng Ling come to Yingzhou with the army?"

"This..." Yang Ziran didn't dare to tell the truth, so he could only falter and say: "I don't know."

Jing Ye frowned, Yang Ziran didn't know what he was thinking, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the young emperor.

The emperor was dressed in heavy black regular clothes, with gold threads pressed on the sides, solemn and majestic, but not too gentle, his facial features were handsome but too gentle, his figure was tall and straight, and he was a little thinner.

General Yang lamented the hopelessness of the friendship between his friends, but he couldn't help thinking, although the emperor is very powerful, but if Feng Ling really becomes a concubine, the up and down problems... cough, sin, sin.

After discussing with the general, the supply officer in charge asked the army to rest for a month before returning to court, and Jing Ye agreed.

"In this way, when we return to the capital, it will be the beginning of spring." Jing Ye held the book and looked out the window. He has been busy with things for the past few days, and he is gradually relaxing. The war is over and the heavy burden has been lifted from his shoulders. , the whole person is much more relaxed.

Ye Mao poured tea for him and said: "Fortunately, Master Feng's injury healed quickly, although the journey is far away, it's not too much of a hindrance."

Jing Ye: "Yes."

The master and servant were answering, only to hear the maid outside said: "Master Le City, Your Majesty is taking a nap inside."

Then came Le Zhenghuan's voice: "What's the matter." There was a chuckle in the words, "I'll sit on the edge of the bed and watch him sleep."

The maidservants laughed and said, "City Master, don't say that. You said the same thing last time. As a result, His Majesty can't sleep at noon, and he doesn't have the energy to critique papers. Let's give Eunuch a good scolding."

Le Zhenghuan ignored them, walked through the screen, saw the emperor leaning on the collapsed table reading a book, walked over a few steps, sat down and hugged him, and said, "Ha, it's so warm."

Jing Ye held his hand instead. In fact, how could young martial arts practitioners be afraid of the cold, but he was depleted of vitality and blood, and his hands and feet were always cold.

Le Zhenghuan rubbed the tip of his nose against Jing Ye's neck, and sighed comfortably: "What's the point of sitting here, let's go to bed and talk."

Jing Ye knew what he was thinking, and said: "I want to read a book quietly for a while, but if you want to talk, I will ask Ye Mao to accompany you."

Eunuch Ye was shocked: "I want to serve Your Majesty..."

Le Zhenghuan snorted and said, "I heard that that person is still recuperating in the house. It's been almost half a month."

Jing Ye said: "We will start our journey in a while, and moving around will only delay the recovery of the injury, so why bother."

"Troublesome?" Le Zhenghuan raised his eyebrows, leaned his face closer, and breathed harmoniously, "I think it's distressed. It's your heart..." The tone can make people feel sour.

Jing Ye knew that Young Master Le was here, and the book couldn't be read, so he had no choice but to put down the book: "Where did you learn this, it looks like a woman drinking jealousy."

"Why do you want to learn? I used to be." Le Zhenghuan leaned closer, pressed his lips against Jing Ye's, rubbed his lips together, and said in a low voice: "Don't call that Lin Xiaosheng here today, I want to sleep with you .”

"You..." Jing Ye pinched the young man's cheek before opening his mouth, only to hear the fluttering in front of the window, the white dove retracted its wings, and tilted its head to look at the two.

Jing Ye got up to get rice to feed it, Le Zhenghuan rushed to nothing, rubbed his nose and looked at the white pigeon: "Tsk, people in the court can't fight, but they are good at taming pigeons. I don't know how it tastes when roasted."

The white dove shook its wings, looking warily at the fierce and dangerous young man in front of him.

Jing Ye took the roll of paper from the side of the pigeon's leg, but this time it was covered with ink.

The first half contains Gu Hong's words, talking about important matters in the court, and telling Jing Ye to take medicine to keep himself healthy.The second half is Lu Zhuangzhu's nonsense, what Jing Xiaoyun eats snacks every day, has gained more than a circle of fat, Zhao Yue can walk, and follows Jing Yun wherever he goes, I am afraid that he will love his brother in the future...

Train pigeons to send letters thousands of miles, just for this big nonsense.

Jing Ye knew it was ridiculous, but couldn't help smiling.

Le Zhenghuan leaned over and took a few glances: "When I go to the capital, I'll see if the Lord will give him a good look."

Jing Ye knew that he still remembered the hatred outside Pingyue City, and said with a smile: "How long has it been, do you still remember?"

Young Master Le threw his sweetheart down on the step, bitterly bit the man's Adam's apple: "I still remember it in 100 years."