I write novels in the East Palace

Zhou Chengyi didn't show anything on the surface, but his heart suddenly shrank nervously, and then jumped up wildly, with such a brief aphasia.

He subconsciously smiled, and his tone was very calm, "Why did uncle suddenly ask such a question?"

"You—" Zhong Liyue opened his mouth and stopped abruptly.

I just looked at his face carefully, it has opened up a lot compared to five years ago, but I can still see the shadow of my childhood, the sparse and handsome eyebrows are almost carved out of the same mold as my sister, and I can't tell who the other facial features look like On the whole, it has both the handsomeness of the emperor and the strength of Zhongli's family.

It is obvious at a glance that it is the child of the elder sister and the emperor, but the emperor said...

Zhong Liyue's eyes grew darker and his lips tightened, he directly clasped Zhou Chengyi's right wrist and dragged it in front of him, groping around with his thumb to find the scar left by an accident several years ago.

In fact, Zhong Liyue didn't think much about it at first.

Although he felt that Zhou Chengyi had changed a little, and the emperor's attitude towards him was strangely gentle, but he only thought that it was a catastrophe.

This kid has a more sensitive personality than ordinary people. He has the ambition of "returning the corpse wrapped in horse leather".

He and the prince are weak, and they stay in bed every now and then. Although they are close, they have seldom communicated since Zhou Chengyi came to court; let alone the emperor. , Always worry about following in the footsteps of the previous emperor, be kind to the subjects, and respect the wives and children.

——It cannot be said that he treats his wife and children badly, but it is true that his relationship with his wife and children is not good.

Zhong Liyue has never denied that there was affection between the two of them. If it were not for the emperor, it would be impossible to reject all opinions and marry her sister as a queen. A woman like her sister would not be willing to be imprisoned in the deep palace, but the relationship will be worn away Yes, you can bald if you are not affectionate.

It's a pity that the emperor doesn't remember his sister now, after all, it's probably because of her beauty.

Since ancient times, the royal family has been so unlucky, father and son have killed each other, Zhong Liyue can only bind his life with his nephew at most, and the emperor will get tired of Zhou Chengyi in the future, and he can also give a good ending to Zhongli's family's achievements.

But is this happy ending after all a delusion?

Zhong Liyue did not find the scar, which was expected.

He just held the wrist silently for a long time.

Zhou Chengyi was taken aback by his sudden reaching out of his hand. After all, he didn't believe that Zhong Liyue would beat him up without saying a word, so he resisted not to retreat, just quietly observed his movements, and guessed his intention after a while.

"Does Uncle want to find the scar I got when I was young?" Zhou Chengyi frowned and smiled, "It's been so many years, it's gone long ago."

"...Well, I was thinking about it." Zhong Li Yue lowered his eyes and let go of his hand, it was rare for him to close his mouth after saying this sentence.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, Chang Xia came in to deliver tea, Zhou Chengyi brewed two cups of strong tea, pushed one of them to Zhong Liyue, picked up the other cup by himself, tasted it subduedly, and couldn't help frowning.

Contrary to Zhou Chengyi, Zhong Liyue looked at the thick tea that had changed color, and the furrows between his brows smoothed a little, and said with a half-smile, "Are you planning to have a long talk with me?"

Zhou Chengyi nodded and admitted, "Uncle must have heard something when he said this suddenly."

Zhong Liyue always went straight to the point and didn't play charades with him, "Nowhere, I just came out of Qianyuan Palace."

As he spoke, he took a sip of tea, twisted into a mask of pain, turned his head and spat out the tea, and even poohed several times, while saying "what the hell" while pouring out the tea for a glass of white water.

Qianyuan Palace, the emperor.

After hearing this, Zhou Chengyi raised his head and drank the cup of strong tea, the bitter taste filled his lips and tongue, and spread to his stomach.He himself couldn't tell what he felt, he seemed a little nervous, but he didn't seem surprised.

After all, meeting him for the first time made him feel unfathomable.

That being the case, it's better to spread it out rather than hide it, not to mention that Zhong Liyue is in front of him. Not only is it meaningless to turn around, but it will arouse the other party's resentment, and the gain outweighs the loss.

Zhou Chengyi thought about turning the empty teacup with his fingers, and the address in his mouth had changed: "Your Majesty... what did you say?"

"I don't call you Emperor Father anymore, are you admitting it in disguise?"

Zhong Liyue drank two glasses of water to suppress the taste in his mouth, his attitude was normal, he couldn't see what he was thinking, "What else can he say, just praise you."

Zhou Chengyi was noncommittal, and twitched the corners of his mouth without emotion, "Your Majesty must have some basis for what he said."

"You think too much." Zhong Liyue squinted at him, and said in a domineering tone, "Is what he said important? When did you see me and only listened to one-sided words?"

Zhou Chengyi wasn't surprised before, but when he heard this, he showed blatant disbelief, "How could you have doubts about me?"

Isn't Zhong Liyue the kind of guy who doesn't even look at the atmosphere and quarrels with the emperor? ? ?

"Hiss—what do you mean by that?"

Zhong Liyue heard the metaphor in the words, stopped immediately, pointed at him, and before his speech speed recovered, "You are so obvious, only the blind can't see it! This marshal joined the army in his teens and led the army for many years. Proficient in the art of war, how can I not doubt your performance?"

There was a bit of sarcasm in the words, "Are you looking down on me or yourself too much?"

Zhou Chengyi: "...Uncle, you are easy to be beaten for speaking like this."

Zhong Li looked at him more and more. This physique was already very good for ordinary people, but it was not enough to put it in the barracks, especially the elite chain mail army among the elite soldiers.

Most of the Beihu generals were tall and hairy, and there were some who were six feet and six feet tall. Sitting upright on a horse, they stood taller than a group of chickens, and they were cut off by Zhong Liyue in the end.

So Zhou Chengyi saw Uncle Cheap opened and closed his lips and spit out two words, "Just you?"

Zhong Liyue paused, and then calmly stated the facts, "If you are like this, I can hit ten with one hand."

"..." Zhou Chengyi held back his hand that was about to move, and desperately told himself in his heart that he couldn't beat him, that he really couldn't beat him, so he returned the pressure, and only muttered, "Father can bear you for so long."

"Maybe it's because there are few military officers in the court who can fight against Beihu." Zhong Liyue is very self-aware.

Zhou Chengyi couldn't hold back and asked, "Aren't you afraid that the emperor will be angry and take your head off one day?"

"I'm stupid, wait for him to come to pick it?" Zhong Liyue raised his brows proudly, looking like a teenager in his teens, and spoke with the unique spirit of that age, "It's really time when water and fire are incompatible. I ran long ago, and the horse didn't stop."

Zhou Chengyi didn't know who to feel sorry for for a while, so he could only give a thumbs up.

Zhong Liyue reacted, "Don't interrupt, tell me, are you Zhou Chengyi?"

Zhou Chengyi said implicitly, "I am indeed Zhou Chengyi. I have been called this name since I was born. There is no doubt about it, but... I am not the Prince Yi in the past."

"What do you mean?" Zhong Liyue frowned, rarely hesitating, "Could it be the same as what was written in your "Fox Dream"? Is it called - insanity? Or is it the disease of leaving the soul?"

When Zhong Liyue said this, he suddenly realized, "I said why the emperor asked me every now and then if I had finished the book, and asked me to read the analysis article written by Fang Guanyan. It was more annoying than me. So the problem is yours. this."

"...you actually know that you are annoying?" Zhou Chengyi looked at him like a rare creature.

Zhong Liyue chased him away with disgust, and asked straightforwardly: "So what is it?"

Zhou Chengyi didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't want to be rescued as a lone ghost returning from a dead body, so he nodded, "It's fine if you understand it as a disease of leaving the soul, but I'm the only one here at the moment."

"Are you my sister's son?" Zhong Liyue asked.

Zhou Chengyi thought about it, "The body will be replaced as if it were fake."

"Okay, that's it." Zhong Liyue agreed unexpectedly, and the reason he gave was also very dumbfounding, "Seeing that you don't hate it, and everything you do is beneficial to the country and the people, then it's fine. "

Zhou Chengyi blinked, unable to believe that this matter was solved like this?

However, Zhong Liyue really stood up and said "I'm leaving" and left without looking back. He only staggered at the door and cursed something in a low voice.

Zhou Chengyi pursed his lips and watched his back go away.

No one knew that after Zhongliyue returned to the mansion, he stayed alone in the ancestral hall for a day and a night, and when he came out again, he became the cool, sassy and talkative Marshal Zhongli again.

The changing situation in the court seems to have gone through several springs and autumns, and the envoys to the West are not going well.

But in the end, he still lived up to expectations and won the Western Cannon. At the same time, he also brought some seed crops and some Western missionaries, and returned home like an arrow. The day and night journey without stopping except for supplies actually shortened the itinerary by half.

Seeing the coast of the motherland from a distance, everyone stood on the deck and looked forward to it.

"Guan Yan," said Yu Zhongling, who had been on the boat for too long and already had some symptoms of discomfort. His face could be called pale, but he was very energetic. How are you doing? My position as the left servant of Lifan Academy is specially reserved for you, you must be admitted to the top three."

"Students try their best." Fang Guanyan said this, his eyes kept falling on the shore that was getting closer and closer.

"Top three is not just a matter of doing your best." Yu Zhongling himself was born as a top-notch scholar in the second class, and he knows how difficult it is to enter the top three.

Thinking about it, I felt uneasy, and couldn't help persuading, "Otherwise, you take this group of missionaries back slowly, and you will miss the provincial examination. When you are well prepared next year, you will definitely be named on the gold list. I will wait for you for a year."

This idea was really unscrupulous.

But it was precisely because of his unscrupulous methods that he finally got these Western cannons.

Fang Guanyan knew that Yu Zhongling was thinking of himself, so he declined politely, "If I can't enter the top three, it means that I am not capable enough, I have tried my best, and there is no need for Shangshu to regret it."

Yu Zhongling quickly said, "Don't be so rigid, let's—"

Just then, the boat docked.

Fang Guanyan was overjoyed, he complained that he was offended, and he couldn't wait to get off the boat.

When everyone was still dazed and dizzy from not landing for a long time, Fang Guanyan had already brought a horse, and he wanted to drive the horse to Beijing immediately.

Yu Zhongling looked at him strangely, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Fang Guanyan got on his horse neatly, held the reins and swung the whip, leaving only one sentence, "I promised to go back and drink."

Yu Zhongling was shocked and pointed at his back, and asked his colleagues: "You are so addicted to drinking just this one cup?"

The author has something to say: there are only [-] words, and I started to dislike myself when it was over.

(Obviously, I used to be a hard-working person who changed [-] a day.)

small theater

Yu Zhongling: Are you still drinking?

Fang Guanyan: What I drink is not wine.

Zhou Chengyi: At this time Zigu is still on his way on horseback.

感谢在2021-06-0618:43:47~2021-06-0623:34:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Canglang, Yu, Mingzi 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Meow ~ 40 bottles; 468383851 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!