When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, there was light snow in the capital.

There is a solemn and elegant courtyard located on the side of the street more than ten miles away from the imperial city. The red walls and black tiles are covered with white snow. There are two carefully carved stone lions standing at the door, which look very impressive.

As soon as the hour passed, the streets outside became lively, and the shouts of traffickers and pawns could be heard from time to time.

And at this moment, a sedan chair just stopped by the side of the road, Wang Jingyuan stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and slowly walked out of the sedan chair with the help of a servant.

At this time, he had just finished today's morning court.

Just like yesterday, Wang Jingyuan repeated his old tricks in the Golden Luan Hall, uniting with the ministers of the cabinet to put pressure on the emperor.

He would like to see how long Wen Liangyu can remain stubborn in the face of the joint remonstrance of the ministers.

As for the candidate for the queen, he already had an idea in his mind, and now it can be said that everything is ready and only the east wind is owed.

As long as Wen Liangyu nods his head, the queen and the future prince of the East Palace must belong to his Wang family.

Thinking of this, Wang Jingyuan twirled his long beard and walked towards his mansion through the snow at the door with the help of the servant.

However, as soon as the door of the mansion was pushed open,

"Master! You are back!"

The steward of the mansion was already waiting there in a hurry, and his voice sounded a little trembling.

Seeing this, Wang Jingyuan's heart skipped a beat, he raised his eyes to look at the steward, his tone was still a little nervous, "But Ma'am"

Wang Jingyuan was very prestigious in court on weekdays, but in private, someone gave him a special title, everyone in the capital knew it, everyone knew it,

And this special name is "Lao Wangba". Although it sounds like a curse, it actually means that he is as fearful of internal affairs as a shrinking turtle.

In the palace, his wife, Mrs. Lin, has always been one-of-a-kind, and she can't beat Wang Jingyuan to death.

Wang Jingyuan had to report to her every day where he went and when he would return home, and he had to hand in all his monthly salary.

So after hearing what the steward said, the first reaction in Wang Jingyuan's mind was that his wife, Mrs. Lin, had discovered something again and became angry.

He can only pray silently in his heart, but don't let her discover his private money

Just when Wang Jingyuan was immersed in his own thoughts, the steward suddenly interrupted him,

"Master, no! Madam, she went to the temple to offer incense in the morning, and she hasn't come back yet."

"but but"

"But what? Tell me quickly." Wang Jingyuan felt that he was overwhelmed by the opponent, so he hurried to come.

The steward's face almost turned into a bitter gourd, and he leaned close to Wang Jingyuan's ear and whispered: "This morning, an unexpected visitor came to the mansion. He is not easy to mess with, and we dare not stop him, and he did not come alone. Yes, he also brought "

at this time,

"I said this is a surprise specially reserved for Mr. Wang,"

A deep male voice interrupted the conversation between the two, Wang Jingyuan and the steward followed the voice and looked back,

I saw He Heng wearing a black jacket standing at the end of the eaves, looking at the two with a smile on his face.

His jacket is also equipped with a fox fur collar, the cuffs and girdle are tightened, and it is embroidered with black moiré and dark edges. It is impossible for ordinary people to control it, but He Heng is tall and has an outstanding appearance. His appearance made him more eye-catching, he looked like a pampered prince of a family.

Seeing that the two were still in a daze, He Heng reached out to brush off the snow on his shoulders, and walked towards Wang Jingyuan with a smile on his face.

"You tell Mr. Wang about this now, can that still be called a surprise?"

Seeing He Heng's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, the steward shut his mouth immediately, he didn't even dare to say a word, he almost trembled.

And Wang Jingyuan looked back following the line of sight of the steward, and he also noticed the tall and burly Xie Chong and a row of solemn-looking guards following behind He Heng.

"Prince Jing, who is this?" He forced a forced smile on his face, but in his heart he was crying unbearably.

Didn't the emperor besiege Prince Jing's mansion a few days ago?

Why did He Heng run out so blatantly in broad daylight?

However, before he could sort out his thoughts, He Heng interrupted him abruptly,

"I said it was a surprise," he smiled at Wang Jingyuan, "Master Wang and I came to this backyard to have a look."

For some reason, Wang Jingyuan always felt that the other party's smile looked a bit creepy. In the end, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he followed He Heng to his backyard with anxiety.

The backyard of the Wangfu is elegantly decorated. In the center is a courtyard where you can enjoy snow and flowers. Surrounded by man-made canals, there are colorful small fish swimming in it.

It's just that before Wang Jingyuan set foot on the stone steps in the backyard, a strong smell of makeup and powder came over his face.

At this moment, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart. When he turned around and was about to leave, He Heng pressed his shoulder, and when he turned around, he met his smiling face.

"Master Wang, don't you like the eighteen-bedroom concubine I gave you?"

"Ah, this"

Wang Jingyuan's face suddenly transformed into seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, and the small eyes that seemed to be hard to open were all widened by him.

In fact, at that moment just now, he vaguely guessed in his heart that the surprise that He Heng gave him was probably a roommate, a concubine, and other things that would make him be hunted down by his wife, Mrs. Lin.

But he never expected that there would be eighteen.

The emperor would not choose eighteen concubines at once.

Is this something that humans can do?

And at the moment when Wang Jingyuan was stunned,

"My lord~"

From the backyard came several coquettish and coquettish voices, those voices were like black and white impermanent ecstasy locks, and the voices hit his heart directly.

He nearly had a heart attack.

Wang Jingyuan immediately clutched his chest, looked back, and saw eighteen people galloping towards him with small steps.

Among the eighteen people, there are men and women, Yan Feihuan thin, all of them are well-dressed.

This is the first time in his life that he has seen so many rich colors appear together at the same time, even the mandarin duck brocade quilt embroidered by Aunt Wang in the alley next door is not so gorgeous.

It was too late to say it, but in the blink of an eye, 36 little hands were on his shoulders, as if they wanted to pull him into the abyss.

In desperation, he looked around for help, only to see that He Heng led his people to block the way of all the servants, while he himself was standing on the stone steps beside him, with that familiar smile still on his face, As if watching a good show,

"Yesterday, Mr. Wang was in the court hall, admonishing His Majesty to accept the harem and continue my bloodline of the Great Wei. A virtuous minister like Mr. Wang who has made contributions to the Great Wei must be commended."

"Today I will gift these eighteen Tongfang to Mr. Wang, what do you think?"

Wang Jingyuan shook his head like a rattle, "Impossible, Prince Jing, you absolutely cannot do this."

Wang Jingyuan, who was in the center of the storm, tried to stretch out his hand to push away the people in front of him, but the eighteen people gathered together were like Avalokitesvara, he pushed away one hand, and another would come in immediately hand

"what?"

Hearing this, He Heng raised his eyebrows with great interest, and then waved his hands at the crowd in front of him. The crowd immediately dispersed obediently, making way for him.

He walked up to Wang Jingyuan, put a hand on the other's shoulder, and looked down at him, "You see, you don't even have a son, and no one will inherit your family business in the future. You still don't want to take a concubine, is that appropriate?" ?”

"Here," Wang Jingyuan felt as if cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his legs were already trembling. He looked around carefully and said, "This is Wang's family business. You don't have to, Prince Jing."

"Hey, Mr. Wang's words are wrong." He Heng immediately interrupted him, and said with a smile: "Since you want to persuade His Majesty to accept the harem, shouldn't you set an example as a minister?"

"In my opinion, it's not as good as this." Speaking of this, the hand he pressed on Wang Jingyuan exerted another force,

"If you accept a concubine, how about I advise His Majesty to recruit another concubine?"

Forced to retreat by He Heng, Wang Jingyuan subconsciously shook his head.

If his wife found out about these things, let alone eighteen concubines, even one, he would not want his old life.

However, on the other side, He Heng continued to output,

"If you dare to divorce the Lin family and set up another principal house, I will let His Majesty be the queen today."

Speaking of which, he even raised a few notes.

At this moment, Wang Jingyuan's back was already dripping with sweat, he looked at He Heng in panic, and murmured: "No no"

But the only thing to be thankful for is that Mrs. Lin went out to offer incense today, and is not in the mansion now.

If she sees it, then

However, Wang Jingyuan didn't even have time to think clearly about the consequences of being seen by the other party, a deafening roar suddenly erupted behind him,

"Old Wang, you are promising!"

"One is not enough, you take eighteen!"

He Heng and Wang Jingyuan looked back at the same time,

I saw Mrs. Lin standing angrily at the entrance of the backyard, holding a shiny kitchen knife in his hand.

Next second,

He Heng suddenly let go of the hand on Wang Jingyuan's shoulder, he took a light step back, raised the corners of his mouth, and mouthed something to the other party,

"Master Wang, this time you can ask for good luck."

Immediately afterwards, under the stunned gaze of all the servants, Mrs. Lin sprinted for [-] meters with a kitchen knife in hand, and came to Wang Jingyuan's side.

"I think the temple of Wangfu is too small, and it can't accommodate your big Buddha now. I think you might as well take your eighteen-bedroom concubine to live in the bridge hole."

"Don't come back to me if you don't wait for 18 years!"

"no!"

Seeing that the kitchen knife was about to chop off his head, Wang Jingyuan immediately covered his head with his hands and jumped up,

"Ma'am, listen to my explanation! This is really not me"

"Explain? You still want to explain to me?" Lin was so angry that he couldn't listen to anything at this time.

She never imagined that Wang Jingyuan, who usually looks honest and friendly, would dare to marry an eighteen-bedroom concubine in one go.

She also threatened to divorce herself, which is really against him!

Those servants have never seen such a posture, besides, the lady is still holding a kitchen knife in her hand, who dares to stop it?

In the end, he could only stand by the stone steps and silently cheer for the master, hoping that he could run faster.

Wang Jingyuan ran away holding his head like a mouse, and Lin's knife was in pursuit all the way.

The two ran all the way from the courtyard in the backyard to the kitchen in the outer hall, and staged a wonderful scene of "he ran away, she chased, they couldn't fly" in the palace.

It even disturbed the chickens raised in the back kitchen, and the courtyard was filled with the sound of "clucking and clucking".

After stopping to watch for a while, He Heng turned his head away, and said to the eighteen "concubines" behind him: "Forget it, let's go, don't make things difficult for him."

When passing by the steward, he even sighed lightly, and even showed a guilty expression at the other party,

"He wanted to surprise Mr. Wang, but he didn't expect it to turn into a farce."

But the smile hidden in the corners of the eyes and brows clearly showed no sense of guilt.

On the other side, Wen Liangyu was processing the memorial in the Palace of Heavenly Purity,

When he just opened the memorial handed over by Wang Jingyuan and those cabinet ministers,

"His Majesty!"

The eunuch Liu Fuyuan rushed to report that Wang Jingyuan wanted to withdraw the memorials that had already been reported.

"Oh, why is that?" Wen Liangyu raised his eyebrows.

He can guess the content of these memorials without opening them, it is nothing more than to let him accept his concubine and become a queen.

But why did Wang Jingyuan suddenly withdraw the written memorial?

Wen Liangyu couldn't figure out why he did this at all.

Liu Fuyuan didn't know how to explain this matter, he hesitated and said:

"Master Wang, Mr. Wang said that he didn't think carefully before."

Seeing that the emperor was still puzzled, he simply leaned into his ear and told Wen Liangyu everything that happened in the palace this morning.

After listening to this, even the well-educated little emperor couldn't hold back his laughter.

After lunch today, Wen Liangyu had a free time and simply went directly to He Heng's mansion.

It’s just a few hours earlier than usual. For some reason, the little emperor’s heart felt a little more excited, just like the kind when the master suddenly told them that they could finish their studies an hour earlier today when they were in the morning class in the Wenhua Hall. Happy.

In the study room of Prince Jing's Mansion, one could vaguely smell a few wisps of quiet and elegant sandalwood fragrance, and curls of smoke wafted from the incense burner beside the desk.

This is the sandalwood that He Heng asked to light, which has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind.

He knew that Wen Liangyu had always been a light sleeper, and he often couldn't sleep well at night. Even if he fell asleep, he would often wake up in the middle of the night. Since he took over the political affairs recently, he has been busy with various official duties and thoughts during the day, and at night he becomes more and more serious. could not sleep well.

So every time the little emperor came, he would ask people to light this kind of soothing incense in the room, and when he was free, he would also take the other party to walk more in the imperial garden, which would help Wen Liangyu to enter Can sleep better at night.

At this time, He Heng was holding a pen, sitting in front of the desk, concentrating on practicing his calligraphy, but he could vaguely feel that someone was looking at his face.

Sure enough, as soon as he raised his eyes, he met Wen Liangyu's furtive gaze from the other side of the room.

The little emperor was still holding a book in his hand, but obviously his mind was not on the book at all. The moment he met He Heng's gaze, he immediately retracted his head and pretended to read the book.

And at this moment, the voice of the system suddenly sounded in He Heng's mind,

[The host blackening value has dropped by 2, from 50 to 48. 】

Hearing this, his writing hand paused suddenly, and a single stroke directly marked the border of the rice paper.

How is this going?

Why did the little emperor just glance at himself, and the blackening value began to drop?

After a while, after repeated observations by He Heng, he found that Wen Liangyu would sneak glances at him every now and then, and every time he glanced at him, the darkening value would drop a little.

He Heng seemed a little confused, he stopped writing, and asked 996 in his heart:

"What's going on here? Why does he keep peeking at me, and every time he peeks at me, his blackening value will drop."

996: [e, I can't answer this question, but generally speaking, the host's blackening value is also directly linked to his mood. For example, when he is in a good mood, the blackening value will drop appropriately]

"Okay, you don't need to say anything, I understand." He Heng interrupted 996 directly, and he suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth confidently, "Doesn't that mean that he will be in a good mood when he sees me?"

996: [If you think so, maybe it's okay? 】

After a brief communication with 996, He Heng suddenly felt in a good mood, even the calligraphy in his hand didn't smell good.

He put the brush on the pen holder in front of him, leaned back on the mahogany chair behind him, and looked thoughtfully at the little emperor who was "pretending to be" reading in the distance.

After noticing the gaze he cast, the little emperor immediately raised his eyes, his long eyelashes quivered twice, and looked in his direction. sipped it,

It seems that you are laughing at yourself?

OK, case solved.

He Heng rested his slender index finger on his chin, and the corner of his mouth raised a confident arc.

Wen Liangyu's mood improved as soon as he saw him, so what else could be the reason?

I must think he looks handsome.

It turns out that being handsome can also have this kind of benefit, as long as you just sit there and do nothing, you can make the opponent reduce the blackening value?

Just as He Heng was immersed in how attractive his own charm was, Wen Liangyu moved the book up a little bit, so as not to expose the corner of his mouth that could not be controlled.

He was really tired just now when he secretly held back his laughter.

In fact, it's not a funny thing, but Wen Liangyu noticed that there was a sky-blue porcelain vase next to the pen holder where He Heng was practicing calligraphy just now. The shape and texture of the vase were eighty percent similar to the one in his bedroom.

Inexplicably, it reminded him of the way the other party put the vase on his head that night.

Although the appearance of the man earnestly practicing calligraphy looks serious and earnest, the picture has completely changed in Wen Liangyu's mind. He always unconsciously imagines what it would be like if He Heng put on this vase.

In the end, in his eyes, the picture in front of him turned into a man writing a book with a blue vase on his head, and the picture was so lingering that he couldn't even look into the book in hand. The few lines he read had already been read several times by him.

Just when Wen Liangyu made up his mind to stop imagining the appearance of a man wearing a vase on his head, He Heng turned to look at him again.

So the mental construction he had done for several minutes just now came to naught, he couldn't hold it back, and started laughing again.

what's up?

The little emperor covered his face with a book, so that the other party would not see the clue,

Forget it!

You can't just want to laugh when you see him in the future, can you?

And this picture is a completely different feeling in He Heng's eyes,

Wen Liangyu covered his face with a book. This cover-up appearance was clearly playing hard-to-get tricks with him.

Finally, after careful consideration, He Heng came to a very convincing conclusion, that is,

Wen Liangyu must be interested in him.

After reaching this conclusion, he had a confident smile on his lips all day long.

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