The emperor's loyal dog, oh, ran away?

Once going back and forth between life and death, Xiang Yaojue experienced a lot.

It rained all night outside, and he also sat on the bed all night.He has always been a person of importance, but this time, he did something stupid and his subordinates were implicated.

The appearance of Li Rang leaving, no matter whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes, would appear in his mind over and over again.

Their movements are so natural.

Mu Ya stretched out his hand to him, and put on the cloak that would make him feel warm just by looking at it...

But such an ordinary action made him see Li Rang whom he had never seen before... He had never been nice to him.

When it was about to dawn, the charcoal fire in the house was gradually extinguished, and the cold struck. The man, who had not recovered much, fell headfirst onto the bed.

This time the man slept for many days, until the middle of February...

When he woke up, the weather outside was very nice. Tianyi sat on the bedside of his bed and changed his dressing. The doctor said that he should wake up. As expected, he woke up within two days.

Tian Yi was not too surprised to see him wake up, he glanced at the emperor, and then continued to change his medicine.

Xiang Yaojue sat up slightly and watched him change the medicine.

Neither of them spoke. They sat in silence for a while, and they didn't say anything until he changed his medicine and left.

On the second day, they arranged a carriage to return to the palace.

Hesitating that he couldn't ride a horse while he was still injured, and he couldn't drive day and night like when he came here, so he could only take a carriage, which took a lot of time.

When he was in the carriage, he held the tiger bone and scratched it over and over again, because he used a sword, the tool was not suitable, and the carriage was very bumpy, and if he was not careful, he would open a small wound on his finger.

On the way back, the snow had already started to melt... Occasionally, he would stare at the scenery outside in a daze, and kept touching the strangely worn tiger bone in his hand. Before returning to the palace, he couldn't help but write the first letter Letter to Li Rang.

There was nothing special written in the letter, but it was just a vague memory of a certain winter day, when the snow melted.

They rescued him from the prison, and he was also like this that year, crouching on a certain part of the way away with serious injuries and unable to move.

At that time, Li Rang's eyes would turn red every time he saw his injury. On such a cold day, he would go over mountains and mountains to make cremated snow for him every day, boil a bowl of hot water, and hold it in front of him.

One of the words he heard most often at that time was whether he was cold or not.

It was just an ordinary greeting, but it was blurred and cold in my memory, I only remembered a bowl of hot water held in front of me every day.

That was a memory that would call him warm every year, but this year, Li Rang was gone, and this winter...was colder than being tortured in prison, nailed to the bone with ice.

He misses him terribly.

Now that the affairs of the DPRK and China are piled up, he has to leave.

No matter how much he cheats and messes... His responsibility is still here, he has to go.It took too much time just to recuperate, and this trip took nearly two months...

There are many, many problems between him and Li Rang, but the one that was originally the simplest has now become the most difficult one.

This matter is no wonder to others.

After returning to the palace, he devoted himself to political affairs with a sinking heart, and singled out the accumulated problems one by one.

In the past, he thought about the future and wanted to stabilize the present first, but he didn't want to bear it any longer.

He is the emperor.

He is the emperor.

No one except Li Rang knew how much he had paid for this position.Everyone looked at him, the Empress Dowager, Prime Minister Zuo.

One person seems to have a grudge against him because of his son, but in fact he can't let go of Ronghua. She was also the one who abandoned her son that day.

But after it was done, he sat on the empress dowager's seat, but in order to make himself feel at ease, he wanted to put all the karma on him.

And Zuo Xiang, even handed countless knives when the royal family was fighting to the death, if it weren't for the excellent team of Tianzi Pavilion beside him.

Maybe this Daewoo has changed his country name.

But he has reached this position, he has already reached this position, why is he still being checked and balanced everywhere.

If it wasn't for those women, how could his Li Rang have been wronged so much in vain, and how could... Hey.

He has been too tough in the court recently, and the atmosphere in the court has become tense for a while. Many people are guessing that the emperor is about to start a blood change.

The veterans of the Leftist faction began to meet secretly.

The information network under Xiang Yaojue's hands is complete enough, and he didn't care too much about it when he heard about it.

While making unannounced visits to courtiers who were tentatively considered neutral, he recruited several well-known jade craftsmen to study in the palace.

Every three to five days, he would send a letter to Li Rang, long and short, talking about irrelevant things in bits and pieces, or some stories about them that he remembered vaguely.

Li Rang seldom replied to him, and the reply was only a few polite words.

He didn't reply, he thought about him, he wrote back, he worried about him.

The so-called love really hurts people.

He was only glad that no matter what the situation was, even at this point, his Li Rang... After all, he still couldn't bear him.

He knew that this intolerance was his only chance.When the peach blossoms bloom, he encloses a peach blossom when he writes.

The tree where he practiced the sword also sprouted new shoots, and the weather was not as cold as before.

But the night in the palace was still shivering with cold.

It's been a long time since I entered the harem, and the atmosphere in the court has been tense recently, and the ministers who didn't dare to make random papers can only talk about innocuous matters.

This offspring is an item that many people love to talk about.

Li Rang put the booklet aside, and he strung up the beads that he had spent a long time polishing, one by one. He had thought about wearing hand beads for a long time, and now it is finally done.

He wrote another letter and sent the beads to Li Rang who was far away.

But Li Rang didn't reply...

He didn't know if he would be happy to see the beads, and the tiger bone was also a precious thing...but in the end...it was bloody.

He went to the treasury and selected a lot of precious pearls and stones. The white is too plain, the red is too bright, and the purple is too bewitching...

He was playing and pinching with his fingertips.

Close your eyes and imagine Li Rang's expression when he received it and how he would wear it.

But after much deliberation...it seems that they are not good enough for Li Rang.

No wonder he didn't reply when he received this hand bead. He didn't think too much about making hand beads...

He finally chose a mutton jade... But he didn't know what to make of the jade when he held it in his hand...

Then do it all.

What would he need?Carve a Pixiu for him...

The jade crown may also suit him.

What's missing is a finger puller, jade pendant, or a jade pendant.

When he first learned how to make jade, it was very difficult. The jade was fragile, and the small jade material in his hands seemed to break a pastry when he squeezed it.

The hand beads only need to be round, but the size is not easy to control, a string of hand beads, it took him a long time to find time every day.

This process is very strange.

He used to think that he didn't need to do such a waste of time and life in his life, and his time should be used on more important occasions.

Now I have another feeling.

Just thinking, this might teach him to be happy, and he can sit until the lamp oil burns out after sitting like this.

When making jade, my heart is very peaceful and I can think about many things.

Occasionally, when he gets tired of reading the booklet, he would hold the unfinished jade in the palm of his hand and play with it, so that he could calm down.

Until he was sleepy late at night and put down the jade, he could sleep well.

Before Pixiu, the Chinese New Year's draft has already been arranged.

At this time, the emperor can't refuse, there is a set of rules, everyone prepares early, and when the time comes, they will send their daughters to the carriage to the palace.

draft...

The emperor wrote another letter, and he attached a picture of the Pixiu he had personally drawn after observing it, and he wanted to make it in this shape.

Newcomers entered the palace, and it became lively again.

It seems to drive away the winter.

Seeing that the draft day is approaching, the other concubines in the harem can't sit still.

This newcomer is about to enter the palace, but the emperor has never been to anyone's palace these days.

The last one to be favored was Concubine Shu.

But Concubine Shu asked to see her several times, but was rejected by the emperor.

Even if I finally got the news that I "ran into" the emperor somewhere, it wouldn't change the emperor to say a few more words.

This is driving everyone to their knees.

When the emperor returned to Qianyuan Palace today, he caught a glimpse of a kite in the sky. Before the kite could fly high, the thread suddenly broke, and he didn't know which palace it went to.

Then, wearing a new suit, he chased after him with the hem of his clothes and bumped into a certain young master of the emperor.

The emperor glanced at the man, then turned his head to look at the direction where the kite disappeared, gave a sign to Manager Sun, and got off the sedan chair.

Seeing the delicate girl who seemed to have just sprouted her buds kneeling in front of him, he couldn't remember who it was.

He was absent-minded during the draft, and he didn't care who was selected.

They want what he keeps, and it will show up in the harem no matter what.

But it made no difference to him who they sent.

He is the living dead who crawled out of the purgatory of the harem...he is very wary of women...he knows it very well.

Not to mention, he still has others in mind at this moment.

At this time, it is so sad to see that such a young age has to be under pressure from unknown sources, trying to make myself look at it more.

"Slave disturbing Shengjia, the crime deserves death!!"

After seeing the emperor, the little girl and his maid stared at him for a long while, until he walked in front of the two of them, they knelt down on the ground in a normal way.

The emperor waved them up.

Although they had heard about the emperor's rumors for a long time, it was true that seeing once was worth hearing a hundred times.

On the day of the draft, he kept his head down and fiddled with the objects in his hand, without hearing him speak, and they only caught a glimpse of Shengyan in Yu Guang.

This is the first time they see Xiang Yao Jue clearly.

Xiang Yaojue's appearance is already out of the ordinary, most women look like this for the first time...

Speaking of it...he remembered in a daze that Li Rang also liked his face. The emperor thought of something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He asked in a deep voice, "Who made that paper kite?"

"Reporting to the emperor, you are a slave."

"Oh."