His Majesty And Ministers

"Alright, let's go back first, Qing."

The young man raised his eyebrows and glanced at the emperor who was sitting upright to see off the guests, and smiled helplessly: "Your Majesty is so evasive towards my ministers like snakes and scorpions, why does my minister still have no complaints?"

Jing Ye glanced at him coldly, why do you still want night salary?

Lu Baizang stood up from the ground, straightened the sleeves of his robe, and bowed in a salute: "I'm sorry." He turned sideways, lifted the food box with one hand, and threw Lu Huihui, who was immersed in the world of snacks, into it with the other. It was so cruel that His Majesty the Emperor's heart was scratched for the little stupid pig.

Losing it like this will affect the quality of the meat.

As he thought so, the lid of the box lifted immediately, and Lu Huihui leaned against the lid and put his two front legs on the edge of the box, his small black bean-like eyes flashed, cheerfully expressing that he was intact.

Jing Ye: "..."

Lu Baizang laughed, and pressed the little white pig's head: "When this little bastard doesn't eat snacks, he's not that stupid."

After the two main pets left the palace, they could no longer hear the movement in the palace.Jing Ye took a few pictures with a sullen face: "Ye Mao!"

Eunuch Ye rolled out tremblingly: "Your Majesty..."

"What did you just do?"

"Slave..." Eunuch Ye choked up for a moment, rolled his eyes, and simply lost his heart, "The slave accidentally stepped on dog shit, so he went back and changed his clothes."

"..."

So Eunuch Ye could not eat meat for half a year.

In the early morning of the next day, the emperor had eaten his breakfast, a palace official entered the palace and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Feng is asking to see you."

Jing Ye paused while holding the tea: "Are you here so early?" He looked up at Ye Mao, "Come in, please."

Ye Mao came out in response, and soon, Feng Ling walked in, her steps were a little hurried, she stepped forward and bowed down: "I see Your Majesty."

"Fengqing get up quickly." Jing Ye put down the tea bowl sideways, got up to help him, "I will see you later, there is no need to always perform this great gift."

"Etiquette cannot be broken." Bachelor Feng was very stubborn.

"Okay." Jing Ye sighed, "It's up to you." There was an intimacy in the tone of Feng Ling's throat when he heard the words, and he couldn't say those words of persuasion.

Jing Ye was still looking at him with a slight smile: "What's the matter with you?"

Feng Ling looked up at him, then lowered her head: "Your Majesty was seriously ill the day before yesterday, and I entered the palace today just to see His Majesty...'s complexion."

Jing Ye was stunned for a moment, feeling a movement in his heart, he stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the person in front of him, and led him into the inner room: "Then Qing, why don't you sort out the memorial for me, just like in the imperial study."

"Yes."

So Feng Ling knelt down on the small table and rearranged the messy memorial.The emperor was still lying on the couch, flipping through the memorials casually.

Jing Ye felt bored after watching the half stick of incense. Once he returned to the dormitory, he didn't have the spirit of reviewing official affairs at all!

At this time, shouldn't you do something that a normal stupid king should do!

So His Majesty the Emperor resolutely threw away the memorial, took out a copy of "Hede Biography" from under the pillow (don't ask me why there is it under the pillow), and didn't shy away from the dunfang young man who was taking care of it seriously, just opened it and read it.

Feng Ling raised her head and saw the title of the book and couldn't sit still: "Your Majesty, forgive me, this book..."

"I know." Jing Ye took a look and threw it away, looking at the nervous young man in front of him, his eyes suddenly became blank, "But these two days, I always feel dizzy and stuffy in my chest..."

Eunuch Ye: ...Your Majesty, do you have this problem? Why doesn't the servant know.

"What?" Master Feng was taken aback, "I'm going to ask for the imperial physician right now." Saying that, he was about to get up.

"Hey, hey, the imperial doctor said." The emperor immediately stretched out his hand to hold him down, "It's the aftermath of poisoning, and it has to subside slowly."

"Really? This..." Feng Ling sighed, "What should I do?"

Jing Ye thought of Feng Jialang's piano music, which was praised by the Manchu people in his memory, and said with a smile: "Isn't Qing always proficient in music, why don't you play a piece for me."

Feng Ling was startled: "Kechen entered the palace empty-handed, without bringing a qin or flute..."

"It doesn't matter." Jing Ye waved his hands with a smile, and pulled out a jade flute from under his body, "Here is it."

Feng Ling took it and looked it over carefully: "Could it be that this is the green jade flute left by the late emperor? It is rumored that one tube can conquer the country...Why did your majesty put it on the couch?"

It's so priceless, I couldn't help but hug it to sleep.

"Cough...with it here, can you play a song?"

"Your Majesty ordered, I respect your orders." Feng Ling nodded lightly, pressing the sound hole with her slender fingers. "What does His Majesty want to hear?"

"Fengqing choose."

"Yes." Feng Ling lowered her eyebrows and pondered for a while, then took a light breath, and pressed her thin lips against the flute.Immediately, the whining sound of the flute sounded.

There is Feng Laiyi.

Jing Ye's eyes flashed suddenly, and he felt that this person changed in vain when he blew the first note.

It’s still not stunning eyebrows and eyes, but it’s like the pines and cypresses after the spring rain. Every green leaf is shining with brilliance, and it’s like a snow-white gardenia hidden behind the leaves. It finally raised its head and opened up. The fresh fragrance slowly dissipates in the scorching summer night.

People in the world say that he is a true gentleman who "believes in loyalty to the emperor and guards death and kindness".

The continuous flute sound seems to be rising like a phoenix, circling the spacious Ping'an Palace and heading straight to the sky.

After a long time, a song was played.

Feng Ling's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gently put down the flute, as if she was still immersed in the melody just now.

"His Majesty……"

"His Majesty?"

"..."

Outside the bead curtain, Eunuch Ye, who was enjoying the filial piety of his apprentice's tea, looked in and sprayed the little eunuch's face with a sip of tea.

His Majesty!Why are you falling asleep again!

"Master." The little eunuch aggrievedly wiped off the tea on his face.

Ye Mao stretched out his hand and patted his head: "Master couldn't control it all at once."

"……Yes."

Eunuch Ye turned his head and silently concealed the wanton galloping grass mud horse on his face, almost screaming at Yue Chang: This development is wrong, Your Majesty!Shouldn't it be just blowing and blowing, just so much thinking, just kissing, touching... hugging, and then from one flute to that flute... What are you doing again!sleep!Go!up!

Sleeping in everything, you are taking advantage of the servants not paying attention to what they are doing at night...

Feng Ling was stunned for a while, then slowly put Yu Xiao back to the emperor's pillow.At that moment, the back of his hand lightly rubbed against the emperor's soft cheek, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

The first time I entered the palace to meet the Holy Spirit, it was for the people in the southwest; the second time, it was for the emperor's diligence; the third time, and the fourth time, it was for...

Now, how much thought have you put into avoiding your parents and entering the palace privately?What for?

There are thousands of thoughts in my heart, I can't explain clearly, and the way is unclear.

It's just that I still can't help but keep looking at him, and my hands are stiff for a long time, struggling, but I still can't help...to touch.

Feng Ling stared blankly.The sunlight that gradually brightened in the early morning, through the well-ordered panes, fell piece by piece on the face of the person in front of him.

The little eunuch sneaked in and said to Ye Mao, "Master, Mr. Gu is here."

"What?" Ye Gonggong stood up and looked into the curtain, "Hey, can't these masters come one by one?"

"Master, please come in?"

"This..." Ye Mao was in a dilemma, then he flicked the whisk, "Please!"

Gu Hong was led by the eunuch, and Shi Shiran stepped in.Ye Mao immediately went up to meet him, with a low voice: "Young Master Gu, look, it's just a coincidence that His Majesty is asleep."

"It's been a long day." Gu Hong smiled lightly, "If your Majesty sleeps again, won't you be afraid of being hungry?"

Ye Mao: "..." You and Mr. Lu are asking about one point.

Gu Hong smiled lightly, holding a book in his left hand, took two steps forward, raised his hand, and gently lifted the slightly shaking bead curtain.

Here Feng Ling was in a daze, her fingertips were about to touch the corner of the emperor's reddish lips, but was interrupted by a cold voice behind her.

"Lord Feng."

With trembling hands, he hurriedly turned around and stood up: "Gu...Mr. Gu."

Gu Hong's brows were bent, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "My lord entered the palace early in the morning, why?"

Feng Ling lowered her head and cupped her hands: "I was worried about His Majesty's illness, so I went to the palace to say hello."

Jing Ye was awakened by the sound of the two talking, sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes: "Huh? Why didn't Fengqing stop blowing?"

Feng Ling smiled and said: "The minister has finished playing."

"Ah?" His Majesty the Emperor stared blankly for a long time, and then remembered that he fell asleep shamefully in the middle of blowing, and quickly sat up straight to remedy: "Ah! Ah, how well you blow, is there Feng Laiyi? Well, that song should only exist in the sky...but, cough, I have never been good at this..."

Feng Ling looked at him, her eyes softened unconsciously: "I know, if it can make Your Majesty have a good dream for a while, this song is worth playing."

"……Ha ha."

"When did Gu Qing come?"

"Your Majesty." Gu Hong smiled slightly and raised his hand in salute, "I have something important to discuss with Your Majesty."

Jing Ye had already seen the notebook in his hand, and he straightened his expression, "Well, I understand, Qing, come here. Feng Qing..."

"It's time for me to leave the palace and go back to my residence." Feng Ling understood what he meant, and bowed in salute, "Please forgive me for my resignation, Your Majesty."

"Okay..." Jing Ye looked at his face leaning over and lowering his eyebrows, feeling inexplicably apologetic, "Qing, go back. Ye Mao!"

"Hey, Your Majesty."

"Send the scholar out for me well."

"Yes."

Feng Ling folded her arms and took a few steps back, then turned around, the palace servant stepped forward to lift the curtain for her, and walked out.

It's just that the footsteps suddenly stopped behind the bead curtain, turned around, and wanted to take another look at the emperor.Immediately startled.

He clearly saw that Gu Hong held the emperor's hand, leaned over and sat on the soft couch where the emperor was lying, stretched out his right hand, and hooked the emperor's loose temple hair behind his ear.The emperor watched in a daze, and he smiled and whispered in his ear.

There seemed to be a flash of light in those usually gentle and courteous eyes, and they turned slightly to this side.

"Ai Qing." Jing Ye's eyes twitched, "Why do you have to speak next to my ear?"

Gu Hong laughed and said, "I'm afraid that Your Majesty won't be able to hear you clearly."

Jing Ye didn't bother to pay attention to these people anymore, and reached for the notebook in Gu Hong's hand: "Is everyone listed?"

"Yes." Gu Hong lowered his head, watching him open the notebook, "On the night His Majesty was seriously ill, many officials in the capital were sending doormen to exchange news, and among them, the Zhao family was the one who secretly moved the most. There." He clicked on the long first column of the book.

"En..." Jing Ye looked at it carefully, "It's a blessing to Gu Qing."

Gu Hong looked up at him, and smiled softly: "Your Majesty supports my Gu family, of course, I will give it to me with a peach, and I will give it to Qiongyao."

"..." Jing Ye looked at him without saying a word, but his brows became more and more furrowed.If it is really like what is recorded in the book, there is no one who can use it in such a huge court?

Reality is always sad.