National teacher, he is a sick beauty

After Chu Lang set the day for the Heavenly Sacrifice Banquet in the morning, the palace began to get busy.

Shen Ci sat in the courtyard of the Solitary Flock Palace, watching the leaves falling and the palace people passing by the gate of the palace continuously, people coming and going.

Under his wide sleeves, a small leaf hidden in his hand was never delivered to any palace man from the beginning to the end.

Chu Lang has been watching him from the side, the distance between the two is not more than nine feet, he really has no chance.

The leaves fell slowly with the breeze, and landed on the memorial that Chu Lang had opened, which happened to be a memorial to the state teacher living in the palace.

Shen Ci glanced at it casually, and it was signed by Yu Zeqin, Minister of Rites.

While paying attention to his expression, Chu Lang opened another memorial, which was to impeach the imperial teacher Shen Ci's exclusive power, and he had not handed over the power for a long time. This kind of memorial would not be sent to Shen Ci, so it could only be handed to Little emperor.

Chu Lang smiled and closed the memorial: "Such a slander to Mr., this person should be punished!"

Shen Ci quietly hid the leaf in his hand into his sleeve, and said calmly: "Those who don't know don't blame it."

Chu Lang nodded yes, put the two memorials together and put them aside, he got up and walked behind Shen Ci, leaned slightly, and covered Shen Ci with his loose robe.

Shen Ci only felt his shoulders sink, and the little emperor rested his head on his shoulders, looking at him with a smile.

Shen Ci didn't look sideways: "The zhezi sent to the minister's mansion will be sent to the palace after the minister leaves the palace, and the ministers in the court will also be sent directly to His Majesty in the future."

Chu Lang didn't know if he heard it or not, and he didn't speak all the time, but Shen Ci felt a coolness creeping into his sleeves, and Chu Lang's hand gently grasped his wrist, making Shen Ci froze immediately.

But this time, the little emperor's hand did not go up, but stayed between his wrists, which made Shen Ci inexplicably guilty. He coughed softly, and said: "Your Majesty has reached the crown now, and it is really not good to have no queen." Sure, why not..."

Before Shen Ci finished speaking, Chu Lang's fingertips got into Shen Ci's sleeve, and he pinched out the leaf with the writing on it. He didn't even look at what was written on it, but asked Shen Ci, "Mr. To whom to deliver the letter?"

Shen Ci glanced at the leaves on Chu Lang's fingertips, and said lightly, "Never."

Without moving his eyes, Chu Lang put the leaf in his hand in front of his eyes, glanced at it, and chuckled lightly: "It seems that this leaf is greedy for Mr.'s beauty, so he ran into Mr.'s sleeve by himself."

There was no word on the leaf in Chu Lang's hand.

With his head resting on Shen Ci's shoulders, he felt a little flustered, and raised his shoulders lightly: "Your Majesty."

As if Chu Lang didn't understand, he picked up Shen Ci and sat on Shen Ci's stone bench, and Shen Ci was forced to sit on Chu Lang's lap.

Before Shen Ci had time to reprimand him, Chu Lang said first, "Mister, do you want to leave the palace?"

Shen Ci was taken aback, and turned his head to look at him. The latter's expression did not seem to be fake, Shen Ci asked: "Will Your Majesty let the minister out of the palace?"

Chu Lang shook his head: "I want to go outside the palace with my husband. Now it should be preparing for the New Year outside, and it will be very lively."

Shen Ci pursed his lips, and heard the little emperor say: "When I was young, I wanted to go out of the palace with my husband, but my husband didn't even let me step out of the palace gate. Now that I have reached the crown, why don't you allow me?"

Shen Ci said in displeasure: "Your Majesty, what about your safety after leaving the palace? Do you know how many people are staring at you?"

Chu Lang: "Sir, could it be that you forgot that my martial arts skills are not inferior to Gu Qing's?"

Shen Ci shook his head, even forgetting that he was still sitting on Chu Lang's lap: "Your Majesty! You are the Son of Heaven, how can you put yourself in danger at will?"

Seeing the truth in Shen Ci's words, Chu Lang was a little taken aback for a moment. Shen Ci was originally a courtier in many people's mouths. Even if he was murdered by tricks, why not take the throne away?Is the dignified national teacher afraid of carrying a reputation of usurping the throne?

Or does Shen Ci prefer to manipulate puppets?

Chu Lang stared at Shen Ci non-stop. After two lifetimes, he only knew that Shen Ci was ambitious, but he didn't know why, so he didn't kill himself.It is not Shen Ci's style to keep tigers as trouble.

It took Chu Lang a long time to say: "Don't worry, sir, I will let Gu Qing follow, and there are also hidden guards."

When Chu Lang mentioned Gu Qing, he also paid attention to Shen Ci's expression.

Shen Ci's eyebrows still could not be loosened, he looked up at the sky, and said something that had nothing to do with going out of the palace: "Tomorrow there will be a sign of snow."

As soon as it got dark on the second day, snowflakes fell in the night sky, fell on the ground, fell on the body, and melted immediately after touching it. Because it was so small that it was drizzle if you didn't look carefully, it was called Zhaoxue. After Zhaoxue is the real first snow, which falls extremely hard, and folks also say that auspicious snow heralds a good year.

Shen Ci was wearing Chu Lang's cloak - Chu Lang forced him to put it on Shen Ci because he was afraid that the cold would enter his body and aggravate the wind and cold.He stepped into the courtyard of the imperial study room. Since Chu Lang took him to the gate of the Lonely Bird Palace last time, he never let the guard stop him from leaving the door of the imperial study room.

Shen Ci stood in the courtyard, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard and the dots of glowing Zhaoxue in the air fell around him.

Chu Lang hurried back to the imperial study after finishing the matter of offering sacrifices to heaven, and saw Shen Ci standing in the courtyard, like a zhilanyu tree, so white that it seemed to be shining.

Chu Lang's eyes flickered, and he walked to Shen Ci's side, took his cold hand from standing for a long time, and covered it with his own palm.

Shen Ci's hands are very soft, only because the cocoons left by the pen and calligraphy are not rough, but smooth as jade.

Half an hour later, a simple car drove out of the palace. Shen Ci took a look at Gu Qing who was driving the car. Half of the man's side face was stern. Looking at the sword-browed and star-eyed general, he felt a murderous aura overwhelming the sky. He took off his battle robe and armor, but he could vaguely smell the lingering rusty smell, which is the smell that people who have fought in the battlefield all year round will leave on their bodies.

Shen Ci only took one look and then put down the curtain.

Chu Lang looked at him with a smile: "Sir, I'm thinking, General Gu is too talented to drive a carriage?"

Shen Ci didn't think so: "I don't feel wronged to drive for His Majesty."

The three of them got out of the carriage in the downtown area, and Shen Ci changed into a simple white robe and black bamboo robe, but there were many dark patterns on him. He only wore a mahogany hairpin, which looked like a folk Mr. Teacher, it's just that peerless face, no matter what, he couldn't hide it, and he forcibly faded away the feeling of "Mr. Teacher".

Chu Lang changed into a dark brocade robe. The pattern is not as complicated as the dragon robe, but it is also very delicate. Zhao Yin said that it is the simplest robe that can be made in the palace. Chu Lang has an outstanding temperament. The son of an official family.

Gu Qing was originally dressed in simple, strong clothes, he didn't have many requirements for clothes, but he disliked those wide-sleeved robes that were too restrictive.He parked the carriage in the alley and followed the two people in front of him from a distance.

Looking at the bustling people on the street, Shen Ci felt as if he had been reborn until today, and only now did he feel that he was alive again.

Chu Lang watched Shen Ci's face flickering under the light, and couldn't help breaking it: "Sir, since you have already left the palace, don't think about anything else. The purpose of my trip is to let you relax. If you worry about Mister, I'm afraid it will be in vain."

Shen Ci nodded slowly, and the three of them shuttled through the crowd. Chu Lang saw a stall making handmade sugar figurines, and walked over out of curiosity.

He held Shen Ci in his hand, and the two stood together in front of the stall, Chu Lang acted humanely and said, "Draw a sugar man just like my husband."

The boss looked up at him, then at Shen Ci again, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Master Bai, why are you here?"

Chu Lang turned his head sideways: "Mr. Bai, who is that?"

Shen Ci also looked at the boss.

When the craftsman heard it, he thought that he had made a mistake. The two people in front of him looked like they had a prominent family background, especially the one in black, who was not easy to mess with at first glance: "Oh, the little old man made a mistake, he made a mistake. gone."

While drawing the sugar figure, the boss kept peeking at Shen Ci, thinking that the person in front of him was exactly the same as Mr. Bai, but not the same, it seemed that he had misread it.

After a few glances, the little old man felt a cool gaze beside him, and when he met him, it was the young man in black robes. Although the corners of the man's mouth were raised slightly, his eyes were as cold as winter day.

The boss quickly looked away and concentrated on drawing sugar figures.

Shen Ci doesn't like to eat too sweet things, so Chu Lang didn't give the sugar figurine to Shen Ci, but took it by himself.

The two of them didn't take a few steps, Shen Ci's eyes froze: "Your Majesty, son, go back."

Chu Lang kept walking, and glanced at the plaque in front of him - Yingchun Building, the largest Qin Building and Chu Pavilion in Kyoto.

Chu Lang had a half-smile, "What are you afraid of, Mister? Could it be that there are still assassins lurking in Qinlou's Chu Pavilion?"

Shen Ci looked at him for a while, and said: "Your Majesty wants to...you can choose a day for the draft by the Ministry of Rites, and you don't have to come here specially."

Chu Lang raised his eyebrows, briefly digested Shen Ci's words, and raised the hand he and Shen Ci were still holding: "It is enough for me to have a Mr., there is no need for a draft."

Can this... be the same?

While the two were talking, Shen Ci had been dragged by Chu Lang to the entrance of the Yingchun Building. The mother who greeted the guests at the door saw the two of them and hurried up to greet them: "Oh, what a handsome young man, this... this... Mr. Bai, why are you back?" Already?!"

When the mother saw Shen Ci, her face turned pale and she was very shocked, as if she had seen a ghost.

Now, Shen Ci also became interested: "Who is the Mr. Bai you are talking about? He looks very similar to Shen?"

"No, no," Mom took a few steps back. The two people in front of her, one with an indifferent expression and the other with a half-smile, looked at her and waited for her answer, but she felt a sense of pressure.

Mom calmed down and forced a smile: "No, the slave's family has admitted the wrong person."

Shen Ci was mistaken by two people in one night, and he couldn't help feeling strange in his heart. Chu Lang knew what he was thinking, and dragged him into the Yingchun Building.

It's a good time at night, and Yingchun Building is indeed the largest Qinlou Chu Pavilion in Kyoto. It is full of guests, and the whole Yingchun Building is filled with laughter.

The noise coming to his face and the smell of rouge and gouache in the air made Shen Ci frowned uncomfortably. The scents of flowers, wine, sweat and vegetables all mingled in the air, and he pulled Chu Lang back to leave.

The guests at the nearest table saw him, but they got up and walked over. The man was drunk, reeking of alcohol, with a jug of wine in his hand, swaying, and fell down when he pushed him, but he was talking frivolously. Words: "Hey, Mr. Bai is back? Didn't you have been taken away by His Royal Highness Yan Wang? Why, His Royal Highness Yan Wang let you go?"

Shen Ci recognized this person as Liu Ping, Minister of Rites.

Liu Ping got a job at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, and now he can be said to be the target of many people's fawning. It is said that His Majesty may want to promote him, and he was so happy that he lived in Yingchun Building for several days.

Shen Ci decided to watch him approach, Liu Ping was so drunk that he couldn't even walk steadily, and everyone was a double image, but he still recognized the "Bai Gongzi" in front of him at a glance, he teased while drinking: " Mr. Bai, is His Royal Highness King Yan's kung fu good? I heard that His Royal Highness Yan Wang has a lot of tricks. Several young men who were sent to Yan Wang's mansion were carried out. You were not played to death by Yan Wang haha Ha ha."

Liu Ping took a closer look at "Master Bai" a few more times, and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at this pale man, I can't bear it at first glance, you have been away for seven days, my servant thinks You should think hard, since you are back, I will ask you to serve my servant today."