His Majesty And Ministers

Jing Ye: "..."

Feng Ling knelt for a long time without seeing any movement, she raised her head to look at him: "Your Majesty..."

Jing Ye looked at him, then suddenly bent down and stroked his forehead.

The emperor's fingers were long and slender, with thin calluses on the fingertips, which were a bit cold, but Feng Ling felt that the place touched was hot as fire, and it burned to the heart.

Scholar Feng Xiao's face was tinged with red, which complemented the crimson official uniform on his body.

Jing Ye asked with concern: "Feng Qing, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Feng Ling murmured, "I'm not feeling well."

Jing Ye pursed his lips and withdrew his hands and said, "I see that you are seriously ill, and you said these words for no reason, do you think I will believe you?"

Fengling panicked, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, she didn't grab the emperor's hand, but grabbed a soft sleeve of the robe: "What I say comes from the heart, how dare you deceive the emperor..."

Jing Ye said: "Who still shunned me last month? The rites of the monarch and the ministers, the rites of the monarch and the ministers, go on and on, afraid of being criticized, resigned from this position, or asked me to transfer you to go outside Beijing. Wouldn't it be nice to leave it clean?..."

The handsome and dignified gentleman blushed, and when he wanted to tell the reason, it involved too much, so he had to force himself to argue: "I have some difficulties..."

In fact, as long as Jing Ye yelled casually, the guards came in and pulled Feng Ling down by force, but they wanted to chat with each other in the corridor, and you said something to each other, it was really childish and ridiculous.

Ye Mao also understood in his heart that he had already led the palace people out of the way.

Jing Ye paused, and said, "Why are you still kneeling? Don't think that if you hurt your leg here, I will soften my heart and let Yang Ziran get out of prison."

Feng Ling let go of her hand, and the wide brocade sleeves with red and black borders slipped from her fingers, she stood up slowly and said: "I have no such intentions. I... the marriage between the minister and the daughter of the Yang family has been retired."

Jing Ye: "Oh."

Feng Ling said: "It doesn't matter how Your Majesty treats me. I have already told my parents what I want in my heart, and there will be no delay..."

Jing Ye opened his eyes and said, "What did you say?"

Feng Ling lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "I have informed my parents that this body belongs to His Majesty, so naturally I cannot marry another woman and delay the life of a good family's daughter.

"what!……"

Jing Ye was startled in vain, and almost stepped forward to grab his shoulder to question him, but he restrained himself.

Scholar Feng, Scholar Feng, usually has a self-denying, dignified and dignified appearance, why is he so agile this time!

Jing Ye secretly gritted his teeth, remained silent for a while, and said flatly: "It's up to you, if there is nothing else, just step back."

Seeing that he didn't pay attention to it, Feng Ling was not depressed, so she cupped her hands and said, "Yes."

Feng Ling went out, and Ye Mao came in after him.Jing Ye paced down the corridor for a while, and asked, "Is the Feng family still peaceful these two days?"

Ye Mao said: "I was about to tell His Majesty that Mrs. Feng fainted at home after returning home early this morning, saying that he is still awake."

Jing Ye: "..."

Ye Mao looked at his expression, and said again: "Lord Xiaofeng is old too, he was kicked out of the house by Mr. Feng, and now he is not allowed to go back, alas, I'm afraid he won't be able to go back again."

Jing Ye felt his head hurt again, rubbed his temples, and Ye Mao rushed up to massage him: "Oh, I won't tell His Majesty, it's a headache again for no reason, so what's the matter with Bachelor Xiaofeng? Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, your majesty, don't bother yourself, I will help you go back to your bedroom to rest."

It was almost lunch time, Lin Xiaosheng entered the hall, saw Jing Ye sleeping on the soft couch, he glanced at Ye Mao, and went outside the bead curtain to ask why.

Ye Mao said: "It's okay at first, but who knows that Lord Xiaofeng will see you, His Majesty knows about Feng's family, so he won't have a headache."

Lin Xiaosheng glanced back at Jing Ye and said, "Go outside, I'll guard him."

Ye Mao said: "Hey." Then he backed out.

Lin Xiaosheng turned around, went to sit on Jing Ye's side, stroked his eyebrows with his fingers, lowered his head, let his hair hang down, and touched his lips lightly on his temples.

Then a little bit to the long eyebrows, the corners of the eyes, the sides of the cheeks, and the lips.

Jing Ye slowly opened his eyes, saw the person in front of him stunned and asked, "Why is Qing here?"

"It's time for lunch." Lin Xiao said, "Your Majesty does not eat three meals a day according to the time, which is not the way to keep in good health."

Jing Ye rubbed his temples and sat up. Lin Xiaosheng took the sable coat next to him and put it on him.

He put his hands under the brocade quilt to keep warm, Lin Xiaosheng ordered Ye Mao to come in to give the hand stove, and hold it for him.

Jing Ye caressed the patterns on the embroidered bag with his fingers. After a while, he sighed and asked him, "Have you heard about the Feng family?"

Lin Xiaosheng said: "Your Majesty has heard about it since the morning court."

Jing Ye said: "Mr. Feng is an old minister, and he has been loyal to the court all his life. If he is so angry that he can't afford to get sick at this time..."

Lin Xiaosheng reached into the quilt, held the emperor's fingers warmed by the stove, and said, "It's all about your servant's family affairs, why bother Your Majesty."

But I was the one who kidnapped his precious son.

Jing Ye rubbed his forehead, he could imagine how frightened all the ministers in the court were when this happened.

Soon it will be the spring trial, and now there is a lot of waste to be done, it is the time to employ people, he doesn't want to make some monster moths, and scare away all the talented people.

Lin Xiaosheng saw that he had a headache, raised his eyebrows and said: "If your majesty really thinks it will harm the overall situation, you might as well move Mr. Xiaofeng out of Beijing, so as to appease Mr. Feng and the hearts of the people in the world, and also not to wrong Mr. Feng." .”

This is also a compromise, but when Jing Ye thought of Feng Ling kneeling in front of him, saying foolishly "this body belongs to His Majesty", he couldn't say "yes".

Jing Ye was silent for a while, and said: "There is no 300 taels of silver here, which is not appropriate..." After thinking for a while, he said: "Feng Ling's official position has indeed been around for some time, and she should be promoted."

Well, how to refute the rumors has not been resolved, but to promote people.

Lin Xiaosheng narrowed his eyes. As far as Feng Ling herself is concerned, it doesn't matter what the officials criticize. As long as the emperor's grace is still powerful on her body, no one dares to say no.

Jing Ye is still thinking about how to get the best of both worlds: "Let's promote him from a student to an editor. Feng Ling is a scholar with a stubborn temper. It's good to stay in the Hanlin Academy. The big deal is that I don't call him often in the future."

Very good, to be promoted again, and to be protected by the emperor carefully, this Lord Xiaofeng is very lucky.

Lin Xiaosheng listened to him patiently, then squeezed Jing Ye's hand and said, "Your Majesty is so reluctant to part with him?"

"Huh?" Jing Ye was stunned for a moment, "Why is he reluctant to part with him? I also said that I will not call him into the palace in the future, so as to avoid gossip..."

"But Your Majesty is considerate of everything for others. If it is between a monarch and his ministers, it is inevitable that they will lose intimacy." Lin Xiaosheng lowered his eyes.

Jing Ye became embarrassed: "Don't say that... I will treat you the same..."

"It's not the same." Lin Xiao said in a low voice, his long eyelashes were half drooping, and the shadow hit the straight bridge of the nose.

Jing Ye couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, he only saw the person in front of him lowering his head in a slightly pitiful and disappointed posture, which made him so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

"Lin Qing..."

Lin Xiaosheng was calm, but at this moment he sighed quietly, and said: "I serve you wholeheartedly, and your body and mind belong to your majesty. Who knows that your majesty's thoughts and thoughts have no place for me, so it's better than Master Xiaofeng." , even if you can’t always be in front of the imperial court, let His Majesty think about it with all your heart.”

"..."

Jing Ye trembled when he heard him sigh.Hearing him say a lot of grievances and grievances, apart from a little bit of guilt, he couldn't help but hold his hand, and said softly: "Yes...it's because I'm biased."

Lin Xiaosheng raised his head, stared at him and said, "Then what compensation will His Majesty give the minister?"

Jing Ye said: "...Huh?"

Lin Xiaosheng said: "Since your Majesty admits that he is partial, shouldn't he make some compensation to the ministers?"

Jing Ye noticed that the hand that was holding him moved, and his ten fingers were tightly intertwined.

Lin Xiaosheng leaned forward, Jing Ye saw the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and his eyes were clear, so he knew what his intentions were.

Jing Ye hesitated for a moment, but still put his hand around the man's waist, clasped the back of his head with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and kissed his lips.

Then he was overwhelmed.

Lin Xiaosheng looked calm and peaceful, and he could do anything when he was on the bed. While making Jing Ye feel helpless, he pressed on him and asked, "Your Majesty, how is Chen Bi Fengling?" ?”

Jing Ye gasped and said, "I didn't..."

"No?" Lin Xiaosheng stuck to his back, biting his shoulder and neck, "How is that minister compared to Gu Hong?"

Jing Ye was tossed by him until his forehead was covered with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed: "You can do it! You can do it best! Let go..."

In broad daylight, Ye Gonggong, who was guarding outside the curtain, burst into tears.

He no longer believes the lies of sleeping with His Majesty!

On the second day, the emperor decreed that Feng Ling, a former scholar of the imperial court, should be the editor of Han Lin, and I admire this.

Mrs. Feng managed to get up from the sick bed, but fell back when he heard the words, and roared angrily: "Bring back that unworthy descendant, and beat him to death!"

Mrs. Feng supported him to lie down, and said: "You should take a rest. You beat your son and pretended to be sick. It doesn't count if you make a mess. The current appearance is what you want?"

Elder Feng patted the bed and sighed: "I thought His Majesty was concerned about the courtiers, not to mention calling Qing Sheng out, and staying away from him, who knows... Sigh!"

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings." Mrs. Feng sat down, and after two or three days, she calmed down, and the old god said, "You see, my son is a first-class courtier who is sycophant? If he hadn't been moved by his heart, he would never have come to this point. , His Majesty is protecting him right now, so what can our family do?"

Elder Feng thought over and over again, and finally heaved a sigh.

Here, the imperial envoy sent by the capital swung his whip and drove the horse all night, and arrived at the City Lord's Mansion of the Southwest Bixue City, asking Li Tingqiu to come out to listen to the imperial edict.

"...Habayashi Zhonglang General Li Tingqiu...envoys all the military forces in Bixue City, adds food to [-] households, seals [-] households to Shishi, and bestows meritorious officials in Jingwu Baoyun. Receive the order!...General Li, General Lee?"

Li Tingqiu raised his head slightly, clenched his fists tightly, got up and took it: "Thank you, Lord Long En."