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In the 42nd year of Qingzhao, the first emperor died, and the fifth prince Jiang Yuxuan succeeded to the throne.

Jiang Yuxuan bowed his head and knelt in front of Emperor Qing Zhao's coffin, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

The room was quiet, it was white as far as the eye could see, there was no one beside Jiang Yuxuan, only a few maids kneeling quietly, waiting for him to get up.

The dim candle flames danced continuously on the wall, and the flickering light hit the face of the person kneeling in front of the coffin, coating it with a layer of soft but chilling light orange.

Jiang Yuxuan wasn't very sad, it didn't mean that he was cold by nature, even when his "father" who raised him for more than ten years passed away, he looked indifferent.

On the contrary, he knew that this happened to be a relief for Jiang Gu.

All his life, he lived too hard.

What ordinary people know is that Emperor Qingzhao was weak and incompetent throughout his life. Although he did not do anything stupid, as an emperor, he has been in power for decades, but he has never really touched his own power.

This is just a joke, weak and incompetent?Then why is there no one in the court to question and resist; no real rights?Then why can tens of thousands of food and soldiers be mobilized?

Is this a story of taking the emperor to command the princes?Jiang Yuxuan knew it, no.

Sometimes inaction may be the greatest act.

Just when Jiang Yuxuan was meditating, there was a sound of footsteps in his ear, he raised his head to look, and bumped into a pair of eyes covered with frost.

The man was tall, with a stern face, wearing a purple coat with a lotus-like pattern embroidered on the corner of the coat. He walked in without even looking at his nominal former monarch, but Very purposefully, he walked up to Jiang Yuxuan and stood in front of him.

"My condolences." Fu Lou pursed his lips. There were thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't know what to say, so he just spit out these two words dryly.

His face was still cold, but there was a hint of pity in his eyes, but the object of pity was not the late emperor who was lying in the coffin, but the person in front of him that he was thinking of.

"What's there to be sad about?" Jiang Yuxuan glanced at the decisive regent outside with a smile, rubbed his sore knees, and stretched out his right hand.

The other party quickly stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yuxuan, and helped him up. After the other party stood firm, although he was a little reluctant, he obediently let go of his hand.

"Tsk."

Seeing Fu Lou's careful look, Jiang Yuxuan sighed in his heart, why does his lover have to start with a cowardly start every time before confirming a formal relationship?

Isn't he unrestrained enough to show his love to the other party?

This is not possible, Jiang Yuxuan thought.

He held Fu Lou's hand that was about to retract, ignoring the surprised eyes of the maids standing on both sides.

"This..." is impolite.Fu Lou murmured, and was dragged out by Jiang Yuxuan with dull eyes, and came to a small pavilion in the imperial garden.

"Huh?" Jiang Yuxuan placed the other party on the seat, and when Fu Lou wanted to say something, he picked up a piece of red bean cake and put it in the other party's mouth.

"Hmm." While chewing the food in his mouth, Fu Lou stared blankly at Jiang Yuxuan, his eyes suddenly a little dazed.

Looking at the young man like this, it seems that he is really not sad. He swallowed the pastry, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, drawing a beautiful arc.

Jiang Yuxuan squinted his eyes, picked up a piece of pastry and took a bite, he looked up at the distant sky, his eyes were a little gentle, "It's not like you don't know, although this is the palace, how can there be any courtesy?"

The emperor does not want the emperor, and the ministers are not like the ministers. This country has not yet perished, and even has a trend of prosperity. It is really the result of the joint efforts of the whole country.

Maybe it was because they knew that their own emperor was unreliable, and the ministers solved everything they could solve by themselves. If they really couldn't solve it, they would ask the famous regent in front of them for advice.

And what about their emperor?It's good to be in this position.

Fu Lou seemed to have thought of this as well, and nodded.

He quietly looked at the young man in front of him. It had been more than a year since he left. This time he rushed back after receiving the news of the emperor's death. He thought that a year would create an indelible sense of distance between the two of them. but look at

With the young man's series of actions, Fu Lou actually had the illusion that it was yesterday when the two parted.

Jiang Yuxuan couldn't see the other party's sad look, but it was only a year, and he had secretly visited countless times without the other party's knowledge.

As for why not tell the other party?Hmph, even if you have a filter for your lover, you can't bear the endless nagging!

Just as Jiang Yuxuan was sweetly thinking about the daily life of the two of them, he saw the other party get up from his seat and kneel down in front of him on one knee.

Fu Lou took Jiang Yuxuan's hand, kissed gently on the back of the other's hand, then lifted it up, looked at Jiang Yuxuan with a burning and sacrificial look, "I wish to protect your glory."

Jiang Yuxuan bent his eyes, and dropped a light kiss on the other's forehead. He looked at the other's cheeks that suddenly flushed, and smiled heartily.

"What is glory or not?" Jiang Yuxuan touched the top of the man's head with a soft voice, "I have the same idea as Jiang Gu, who will sit on the throne? As long as the people can live and work in peace, even a person with a foreign surname is the same .”

"Besides, I'm not of an orthodox bloodline..."

"Your Highness, speak carefully." Fu Lou covered Jiang Yuxuan's mouth with a solemn face, and he didn't care about being rude at this moment. He looked at Jiang Yuxuan with disapproval in his eyes.

Jiang Yuxuan's mouth was covered and he couldn't make a sound. He really wanted to roll his eyes now, feeling that even if those ministers knew that he was not born by Jiang Gu, they wouldn't be surprised.

Is there anything else that the emperor of his own family dare not do?

Not daring to argue with this person who was inexplicably obsessed with some unimportant rules, Jiang Yuxuan nodded, looked down, and signaled the other party to let go of himself.

Fu Lou let go of Jiang Yuxuan, the palm of his hand hanging on the right side of his body still had a slightly moist touch, his face was a little shy, but he was still defeated by Jiang Yuxuan's next words.

"It's time to prepare for our marriage." Jiang Yuxuan looked at Fu Lou and said with a smile.

us?marriage?Preparations?

Fu Lou's head was dizzy, and he suddenly thought that he had just heard hallucinations, did this really come from the other party's mouth?

"Go to the Ministry of Rites tomorrow to see if there is anything you need to pay attention to." Jiang Yuxuan yawned and was about to walk back, but Fu Lou who couldn't help it finally stopped him.

"Do you really know what you're talking about?" Fu Lou stared at Jiang Yuxuan, gritted his teeth word by word.

"I know." Jiang Yuxuan glanced lightly at Fu Lou, feeling that the other party was making a fuss, and then suddenly realized, "It must not be done this year, and I have to keep a filial piety for the old emperor, right?" He touched the other party's hand and comforted him : "It's just that I have wronged you."

"It's not me, you..." Fu Lou said incoherently, feeling that the development of the matter was a bit strange.

In fact, Jiang Yuxuan knew what Fu Lou meant, but no matter what kind of lover he was facing, he always wanted to make troubles, seeing the other person's blushing face.

"Is there something wrong?" Jiang Yuxuan asked.

What's wrong?It's just not right anywhere, okay?

Seeing that Fu Lou was hesitant, Jiang Yuxuan approached him step by step with a smile on his face, and asked as he approached, "When Jiang Gu just picked me up, who was by my side every day and woke up in the middle of the night to cover me with the quilt?"

"Jiang Duan and the others bullied me. To support me, who is it that practices martial arts day and night?"

"The day before the expedition, who drank half to death, cried and kissed me?"

Jiang Yuxuan approached step by step, and Fu Lou retreated step by step, until Fu Lou felt the hard touch behind him, and he was approached step by step by the young man on the pillar of the gazebo.

"It's me, it's me, it's all me." Fu Lou sighed and replied resignedly.

If Fu Lou could face it calmly when he heard the first two sentences, then the last sentence completely settled all his thoughts.

He knew, Fu Lou thought.

He actually felt like weeping with joy. It turned out that the most daring attempt of a coward that night was not just a one-man show by himself.

Fu Lou felt that Jiang Yuxuan was slowly approaching him, that handsome face was getting closer and closer to him little by little, he trembled his eyelashes, and narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

"What do you think?"

When Fu Lou came over, Jiang Yuxuan had already stood up and observed his expression. The young man was slender, exuding an undisguised nobility all over his body, and there was a red and coquettish red lotus jade pendant on his waist.

On the other hand, Fu Lou, although he didn't seem to have changed on the outside, only he knew that his undershirt was already soaked, and his heart was jumping up and down violently in his chest, wanting to jump out and jump into the arms of the person in front of him.

Fu Lou supported the railing under him with his right hand and stood up, took a rough breath, raised his head and found that Jiang Yuxuan was looking at him teasingly.

Fu Lou: "..."

Seeing this person was quite embarrassing, Jiang Yuxuan stopped bullying him, turned around and returned to the mourning hall, he looked at the cold coffin in front of him, smiled, "Old fellow, if you saw the scene just now, you would definitely Laugh at me unkindly."

He touched the edge of the coffin and lowered his eyes, "Don't worry, I won't let you be alone in the cold imperial tomb. Just follow what I said before, you will always wait for him in the sea of ​​flowers."

Jiang Yuxuan smiled, and felt the warm chest behind him as expected, he sighed inwardly, relaxed his body, and let himself indulge for a while.

Father, I will make your wish come true.

The author has something to say:

It’s not that he doesn’t respect the deceased, it’s Jiang Gu, his character is super free and easy, and he doesn’t like others crying and missing him, and death is really a relief for him~