Your Majesty, You Can't

"Huaiyu is not allowed to belittle himself as a lowly person! You have never had anything to do with the word low!"

It was rare for Shen Qiulin to put on such a serious look, a pair of black eyes stared straight at Song Huaiyu's Qiushui pupils, the firmness in his eyes did not allow him to retreat and argue.

Song Huaiyu unconsciously wanted to dodge such a dazzling look, and repeatedly shook his head in denial: "I..."

"look into my eyes!"

Shen Qiulin suddenly interrupted Song Huaiyu's lack of confidence, stretched out his hand to grab Song Huaiyu's wrist that was about to escape, forced him to look into his eyes, and then slowly said word by word:

"The first time I met Song Huaiyu in the Zangshu Pavilion of Xiangfu, I decided to have a deep friendship with him. So, I will not allow you to abuse yourself like this! Do you understand?"

Song Huaiyu stared blankly at Shen Qiulin's eyes, and after a long while, he came to his senses and replied softly, "En."

"What's 'um'? You won't forget when we first met..." Shen Qiulin let go of Song Huaiyu's slender hand in frustration, and stuffed the wine into his arms, "Here, Give you a drink."

"Didn't you bring this to Lord Helan?"

"I'll give you the fermented rice next time. There must be someone who needs this fermented glutinous rice more than my lord right now?" Shen Qiulin reached out and rubbed Song Huaiyu's soft black hair, "After drinking it, you must remember the scene when we first met! "

Song Huaiyu held the fermented wine in his bosom that still had the warmth of Shen Qiulin's palm, and it was rare that he didn't slap the big hand that was wantonly on his head, but responded with lowered eyes: "...um."

I won't forget it.

Because, never forget.

Song Huaiyu replied in his heart.

"Don't be sad, my lord will be back tonight." Shen Qiulin leaned over in front of Song Huaiyu, gently pressed his forehead and said, "Then I'll go first, and tomorrow I'll bring new wine to Lord Helan .”

As soon as the words fell, Shen Qiulin pulled away and left, waving his sleeves, leaving only a tall figure in Song Huaiyu's sight.

It seems that when we first met, the back view of him leaving also looked like this.

Although free and easy, there is an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

The scene in front of me inadvertently overlapped with the scene in my memory.

Song Huaiyu was in a daze, as if he was in the original time - in the library pavilion that smelled of paper and ink, the towering oak bookshelves stood like a dense forest.There is only one open space that is clearly separated from the surrounding books, and there is only one book table on it.

That was the place where Master Helan used to work.

But now, sitting in front of the desk was a man he had never seen before.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the library pavilion of the prime minister's mansion." Song Huaiyu walked into the attic holding the book, and looked coldly at the unexpected visitor with a pair of phoenix eyes.

"This is Shen Qiulin. Since he has just become Prime Minister He Lan's subordinate, he wants to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to study with the Lord. A guard told me that the Lord is in the Library Pavilion, so I came to visit." Shen Qiulin stood up and bowed. , then showed a youthful smile, and scratched his head shyly, "But it doesn't seem to be here."

"Your Excellency left the mansion before a cup of tea, and will not be back until about half an hour later."

"Then I'll wait here for your lord to come back. The girl outside the library just now made a cup of tea for me to sit down for a while. Would you like a cup of tea, sir?"

Song Huaiyu frowned and looked at Shen Qiulin, who was drinking tea unceremoniously in the seat of Lord Helan, and replied coldly: "No need."

"But this tea is very good, isn't it? Don't you really want to try it?" Shen Qiulin took a sip and couldn't help but sigh, "Tea, fragrant leaves!"

"Sprout."

Shen Qiulin was slightly taken aback, looking at Song Huaiyu with a trace of uncertainty, "Mu Shike?"

Song Huaiyu answered without hesitation: "I love the monk's family."

"Grind and carve white jade?"

"Weaving red gauze."

When Song Huaiyu came to this point, the doubtful expression on Shen Qiulin's face disappeared, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he continued: "Cho fried yellow pistil color."

"The bowl turns the koji dust flower."

"The Queen of the Night invites Mingyue to accompany me."

Song Huaiyu's handsome face also showed a slight joy, "Morning to Zhaoxia."

"Wash all the ancient and modern people tirelessly!"

"How can you boast when you are drunk?" Song Huaiyu wrote a poem.

Shen Qiulin's dark eyes were full of joy, he hurriedly put down the teacup, got up and ran towards Song Huaiyu, "May I ask what your name is, sir?!"

Song Huaiyu didn't know when he let go of his guard, and with a smile in his eyes, he said softly: "I'm Song Huaiyu."

"Huai Yu is a gentleman, and Li Yu is a great man. What an elegant name." Shen Qiulin said with a smile, "It fits Mr. Song very well."

It was the first time Song Huaiyu heard Master He Lan's name yelled from someone else's mouth, and he couldn't help but blushed slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Shen, for your compliment."

Shen Qiulin looked at the shy face of the other party, and for some reason, his ears felt hot for no reason, and he was about to say something, but an announcement from outside interrupted his words.

"Master Shen, Lord He Lan will discuss matters with the emperor today, and he will probably not return to the mansion until evening. Lord He Lan, please let Master Shen go back first, and he will personally visit the Shen mansion tomorrow."

"Ah... yes..." Shen Qiulin replied with some disappointment, "I will go back and disturb your residence."

"Mr. Shen..."

"I'm sorry Mr. Song, I have to go back first." Shen Qiulin smiled and said to Song Huaiyu, "However, I like Mr. Song's talent very much, and I always feel that I can talk to you about many topics. I am very glad to meet you today. Let’s meet again someday.”

Hearing this, Song Huaiyu had no choice but to silently swallow the words of persuasion, nodded and responded softly, "Well... goodbye."

Shen Qiulin turned around and waved his other sleeves, leaving only a wanton and unrestrained but inexplicably lonely figure in Song Huaiyu's sight.

Looking at Shen Qiulin's leaving figure, Song Huaiyu couldn't help stretching out his right hand to keep him.It's a pity that his fingertips didn't even touch the sleeves of the opponent's robe, so he could only hold the book and watch that figure gradually disappear from his vision.

The only person who can compose a poem with me has left...

The scene returned to the present in a trance again, and the back of Shen Qiulin's departure in his memory was exactly the same as the present one.

"Qiu Lin..." Song Huaiyu murmured softly.

"Huh?" Shen Qiulin raised his eyebrows and turned his head slightly, "Huaiyu, you called me? Do you want me to stay and drink with you?"

"...Yes," Song Huaiyu's lips gradually bloomed into a smile brighter than Chunri, "I said Qiulin, let's stay for a drink together?"

"Then I'm not impolite?"

It seems... still different from before.

This time, Qiulin did not leave him.

Song Huaiyu replied with a smile: "Yes. Stay."