The beauty of the master is too difficult to understand

At nightfall, the candles in the palace city had already been extinguished, and only the wall lamps burning to watch the night were left in each palace.Tonight is a bit different, half of the palace is as bright as if all the lights had been burnt out during the day, especially the National Teacher's favorite Lingzhuling Terrace, under the open fire at night, it looks even more luxurious and magnificent.

This scene means that the national teacher is about to enter the palace to rest.

But today seems to be a little different, the national teacher did not go directly to Zhulingtai, but went to Wenque Palace where the emperor lived.This was the first time in the world. You must know that in the past, the national teacher had never taken the initiative to step into His Majesty's bedroom.

The guards at Wenque Palace were clever. Before Xie Yunqi arrived, they knelt in a row at the gate of the palace, leaving no one in the palace.Let the national teacher do whatever he wants (...).

The palace people only saw Xie Yunqi's black silver embroidered cloud-patterned boots stepping in front of him, and his footsteps were not messy.

Xie Yunqi pushed open the door abruptly, waking up Yuan Heng who was still in a nightmare and was still in a cold sweat.

He opened his eyes, only to see that the inside of the hall was pitch black, but the outside of the hall was brightly lit, making it lively.Seeing the tall and slender figure clearly, the little emperor shrank his legs subconsciously.

so timid?

Xie Yunqi raised his eyebrows slightly.

He lit a fire with his fingertips, lit a lamp for the little emperor, and at the same time ordered the window to be opened wide.

The night wind was very cold, and Yuan Heng, who was only wearing unlined clothing, flinched.

This child...is really distressing.Xie Yunqi glanced at his pool-like eyes, and inexplicably called out his name: "A Heng."

Ah Heng.

Yes, the emperor's name is Yuan Heng.

Xie Yunqi smelled the unusually strong fragrance in the palace, and felt a strange irritability in his heart.He knew that the incense was poisonous.The little emperor was poor, his father died early, and his stepmother was not kind, she wanted to kill him every day.

Just as he was thinking of this, he picked up a few thick stacks of rice paper on the table, on which was copied the "Book of Materia Medica".Unexpectedly, Yuan Heng also researched medicinal herbs.

He faintly felt that something was wrong.In the later period, it was proved that the queen mother poisoned the emperor, and the biggest evidence for driving the queen mother out of power was the pharmacology recorded in this "Materia Medica".

This medicine book has already been transcribed by Yuan Heng in copybooks half a person's height.

Xie Yunqi's eyes sank.

This child, it turned out that he already knew about the queen poisoning him.

Yuan Heng is a sensitive person, when he saw Xie Yunqi at this moment, he felt a trace of pity in his eyes.

No.In this world, no one will pity him.

What's more, it's the mighty and powerful national teacher.

"Come here, come here." The national teacher beckoned, and the little emperor obediently came over.

Xie Yunqi swiped his right hand, precisely restraining the little emperor's slender throat, and raised his hand until his feet were off the ground. The little emperor is so light! Holding him is like pinching a feather.The tip of the index finger of the other hand was on fire, leaning in to illuminate the child's face.

This scene shocked the palace servants around them, and they fell to the ground with thuds, and they knelt down tremblingly: "Master of the State!" If you want to kill the king, please don't kill it in front of me, ah!What am I doing wrong to show me this.

Yuan Heng was only surprised for a moment, but didn't struggle, and let his hands get stronger.He even deliberately relaxed his body, restraining his instinctive struggle.

He just ridiculed himself from the bottom of his heart, thinking that the national teacher was different just now.

It's different from the queen mother who just wants to kill herself.It is different from Zhao Xiang who is very suspicious.Different from everyone he met.

He was wrong.

Everyone... just wants him to die.

Then... die.

When the child was about to die, he let go of his palms, and Yuan Heng fell to the ground gasping for breath.

No hope, no fear of death.

In such hopeless days, 12 years have passed for Yuan Heng, who was supposed to be above ten thousand people.

"Yuan Heng, do you want to die?"

Yuan Heng's eyes were as silent as ever.

After a while, he said: "Master, you want me to die."

"When did you find out that the queen mother mixed poison in the incense for you?"

"four years ago."

"...Actually, burning incense doesn't kill people. Even if I smell it for 100 years, I won't die. Mu Ping just wants to torture me, thinking that I can't be in power, so Prime Minister Zhao can always exercise power." The little emperor's voice Quiet and weak.

Xie Yunqi's eyes froze, and his eyes were as boundless as a night of hidden stars.

He suddenly suspected that the little emperor had also been pierced.

"She wants me to have nightmares and make me demented. But she doesn't know, it's not a nightmare for me." Yuan Heng stood up slowly, walked a few steps barefoot to the bookshelf, and tiptoed to take it down. There is a painting, the person in the painting is Yuan Heng's biological mother.

"My dream every night is the night she was strangled to death, the night I was born. Only in my dream can I see my mother again."

Xie Yunqi: ...

Abuse is awesome.

Clenched the resignation document in his hand, but Xie Yunqi changed his mind at this moment.Handing the booklet to the little emperor, he leaned against the white wall with his hands in his long sleeves, with a rather carefree attitude: "Two choices."

After reading the letter of resignation, the little emperor said in astonishment: "The national teacher wants to resign from his old age and return to his hometown?"

The national teacher is not old yet, and the national teacher has no hometown.

The national teacher just doesn't want to get involved in the abuse.

"First. Little Emperor, I will take you with me. I resigned from office and you resigned. I will guarantee your life's success and safety. How about it?"

Yuan Heng suspects that he is still in a dream.

Xie Yunqi is about to resign as a national teacher, and he still wants to persuade himself to abdicate?

Picture what.

"Secondly, I helped you get rid of your stepmother...the queen mother, and that wild man. I'll ask you for the position of the emperor's teacher. I'll keep you happy and safe for the rest of your life." Next, the copybook copied by Yuan Heng was blown up by the wind and scattered all over the room.In the scattered white shadows, the paper ignited in the air, clustering in front of the national teacher like ghost fire.

Seeing that the emperor was silent for a while, he knocked on his forehead and said, "Choose."

Yuan Heng didn't feel that there was a pie in the sky, although it was indeed the best choice to cling to the powerful national teacher.His lips were pale, and his dark eyes rolled.

"My lord, why did you ask me to choose these two paths for Yuan Heng to choose?"

Xie Yunqi slowly pushed the folding fan away, and smiled with red lips and white teeth.

"Probably because you look cute."

"..."

Stretching out a light white finger and tapping on his forehead, the national teacher sat on the side of his couch: "... close your eyes, I want to save you."

Yuan Heng: "..."

"Then why does the national teacher think that you can kill the queen mother and Zhao Quning."

The little emperor looked timid and cowardly, but he was not.Because what he blurted out was not "mother queen" or "Zhao Xiang".Xie Yunqi has a temper that is both soft and tough, and Xie Yunqi feels more to his liking.

"Then you mean, want to abdicate?"

The little emperor pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I mean, if the second way really works, why does the first way exist?"

Xie Yunqi's eyes froze.

The burning paper in the air was instantly extinguished, and even the candle was extinguished.The whole house fell into a terrible silence and darkness.

This little emperor is indeed somewhat interesting.

"Clean the tassels, turbid feet." Xie Yunqi answered in a single word, with the corners of his mouth curled up and his voice revealing a bit of laziness from watching a theater, "Can I choose now?"

"...Article Two."

Unsurprising answer.

Xie Yunqi closed his fantail at the right time: "Okay."

In the imperial city in November, the first snow fell.As the window pavilion was opened, the wind and snow drifted into the room.Yuan Heng's already thin body was blown by the cold wind, making him look even thinner.

Xie Yunqi untied the black cloak and covered Yuan Heng.Yuan Heng was stunned, the warmth from the fox fur cloak spread to his back through the thin plain clothes.Xie Yunqi was tall and tall, and his cloak was too long, dragging a large part of the floor, even covering his snow-white insteps.

Yuan Heng gathered the cloak on his body.

It smells good.

The emperor knew that the favorite residence of the national teacher was the Qianji Pagoda, which was the tallest building in the imperial city, overlooking all living beings.Secondly, there is the Lingling Terrace in the palace, beside the waterside pavilion, the green bamboos are evergreen, every sign and plaque are all gilded, even the ten steps up the stairs are all made of jade.

Since that night, the little emperor has been squatting in front of the spirit building and waiting every day.

——But the national teacher never entered the palace again.

He promised to 'solve' the matter of the queen mother and prime minister for him, and it was like a dream, so there is no further text.

The little emperor was a little disappointed.

About a month or two later, the national teacher became interested and said that he would set up a stage to watch a play.

The Lingzhu Terrace in the palace was transformed into a musical notation stage.All the gold powder on the wall was scraped off under the pretext of "blinding my eyes", but the jade steps were still preserved.Master Guoshi's aesthetics seems to have changed a lot, and the entire Zhuling Garden has been changed to be very elegant and elegant.

The national teacher began to enter the palace every day... to listen to operas.

Listening to operas was not enough, and he also disliked the operas being too old-fashioned, so he wrote the operas himself.Try to find ways to have fun for yourself, for fear that you will be bored in this world.

Slipping to the edge of the Lingzhuling Terrace, he saw how lively the gongs and drums were beating on the high platform.The story is gripping and heartfelt.

On the attic opposite, Xie Yunqi, who was wearing a snow-colored long cloak, could barely be seen from the back. His blue hair was blown down like a willow, and was occasionally blown by the cold wind, revealing his white jaw and sharp-edged outline.

Xie Yunqi is Dayan's national teacher and the real ruler of the current state.

But he looks so young. 25, twenty, seventeen or eight?Yuan Heng calculated his age and thought he must be at least twenty-eight.

There are also rumors that the national teacher is over a hundred years old and is half a fairy.

He has personally seen the national teacher manipulating the dark fire on the altar, his robes fluttering, and the clouds are everywhere.Xie Yunqi at that time was not like a fairy, but more like a ghost.

Xie Yunqi seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head sideways.Yuan Heng immediately hid behind the pillar.

Just now he almost looked at him, Yuan Heng felt that Xie Guoshi's eyes that seemed to be covered with mist were very attractive.It is as clear and quiet as the rocky mountains after the snow melts.