The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

What Yin Wuzhi said was not deceiving Chen Ziyan, after all, Jiang Wu did not show mercy to him.

He has made up his mind that no matter what difficulties Jiang Wu has, it has nothing to do with him.

This time he asked to enter the palace, mainly because he was worried about Jiang Wu's plan to deal with the Yin family, as well as the fate of Chen Ziyan and Qiu Wuchen.

He arranged Chen Ziyan in the side hall, where Chen Ziyan was very familiar, "I also lived here when I was in the palace for a few days."

Yin Wuzhi handed him the quilt and asked, "Your Majesty didn't let you sleep in the Tai Chi Hall?"

Chen Ziyan's face turned red: "Of course not!"

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

It always feels like nothing is there.

Chen Ziyan was also born with a handsome appearance, a pair of unknowing peach blossom eyes have attracted the hearts of many women, can the faint king not be moved by seeing it?

"I have to go to Taiji Hall to serve tonight." Yin Wuzhi said: "You live here steadily, rest well, with me here, you won't let him have the opportunity to bully you."

Chen Ziyan looked worried: "Are you serving him alone?"

"There will be all the envoys together."

Chen Ziyan calmed down a little, and said, "That's fine, I remember that His Majesty will be very heavy when he sleeps, and he shouldn't be mentally disturbed."

Yin Wuzhi took another look at him.Chen Ziyan has only been in the palace for two or three days, so how could he know Hunjun so well.

In the Tai Chi Hall, apart from the slaves who were on guard at night, and the son of King Yin who was 'serving the bed', everything was silent.

Qi Hanmiao was driven to sleep by Yin Wuzhi.

He lay on the small couch next to the dragon bed, looked at the roof quietly for a while, then quietly turned over and rolled onto the dragon couch.

Jiang Wu was lying in the middle of the big bed, and it was Yin Wuzhi who put him on it, barely moving.

This guy doesn't know whether he likes Qiu Wuchen or Chen Ziyan, Yin Wuzhi put his head on his pillow, slowly leaned over, rubbing the tip of his nose against his.

I thought of Agui again.

Although the rumors about this dog are supernatural, Yin Wuzhi is very clear about his dog's temper. Agui has never been close to strangers. He will be so close to Jiang Wu, either because he has met him before, or Yes...Jiang Wu smelled of him.

Yin Wuzhi leaned forward, wrinkled his nose and sniffed lightly. As he smelt, his nose touched Jiang Wu's neck.

The sweet cinnamon, the incense of the clothes, and the faint scent of the body all merged into an unidentified, but still dizzying fragrance.

Jiang Wu doesn't often dream when he sleeps, only when he is very sad, he will have some beautiful dreams about being killed by Yin Wuzhi.

But this night, he dreamed of Agui.

In the dream, he was lying under a cloud-like sweet-scented osmanthus tree, his nose was filled with the smell of cinnamon, he liked this smell very much, it was sweet but not greasy, if it was paired with the fresh air after the rain, it would be even more refreshing.

The big black dog came over and started making trouble with him.

Pushing his nose against him and licking him with his tongue, Jiang Wu's neck was slightly itchy from his hairy head.

He snorted and wanted to push with his hands, but before he raised his palms, he was held down by Agui's paws.

This big dog is really big.

He was really too lazy to struggle, so he just tilted his head and let Ah Gui make trouble. Although he didn't sleep very comfortably, he couldn't help laughing at the itchy flesh he got scratched occasionally.

...Actually, it seems good to have a dog.

He thought so in his dream.

Chen Ziyan didn't sleep well all night, and before dawn in the morning, he got up from the side hall, and saw Qi Hanmiao who was already wrapped in cotton clothes, and his eyebrows twitched immediately: "Emissary Qi, didn't you serve His Majesty to bed last night?"

"Recently, the prince is serving you."

"Only the son?"

"Exactly." Seeing Chen Ziyan rushing to the Tai Chi Hall, Qi Hanmiao hurriedly said: "My son is used to it, and I can take care of it."

Yin Wuzhi was awakened by the sound of panicked footsteps. He pricked up his ears vigilantly, and quickly recognized the person coming from the other person's breathing.

The black boots turned around the screen and came to the bedroom. Chen Ziyan looked around, but did not see Yin Wuzhi's figure, so he fixed his gaze on the heavy curtain.

Ah Zhi...

He reached for the bed curtain.

"?" I couldn't pull it away.

"Ah Zhi..."

"Brother Chen." Yin Wuzhi's voice came, somewhat restrained: "Can I trouble you to go out first?"

Yes, Hunjun finally called Yin Wuzhi into the palace, how could he just watch.

Chen Ziyan's eyes showed pain. What kind of life did Ah Zhi live during this time? Fortunately, he actually believed what the other party said to comfort him yesterday.

As proud as Ah Zhi, he definitely didn't want to see him in a mess right now.

No matter what happens in the future, they can no longer be left alone.

While making up his mind, Chen Ziyan acted like he didn't know anything, and said, "I'll go out first, take your time."

He left sadly, and took the initiative to help Yin Wuzhi stop Qi Hanmiao who was about to enter.

Yin Wuzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked down at Mr. Faint.

The light in the tent was dim, and Jiang Wu still slept peacefully, but there was already a dense pink and a few very dark reds on his white neck.

Yin Wuzhi stretched out his hand to rub, and the more he rubbed, the more red he became.

It’s over.

He raised his hand, twisted his neck a few times, and said to the outside: "It's cold today, go and prepare a scarf for Your Majesty."

Qi Hanmiao asked respectfully, "Your Highness?"

Yin Wuzhi waited for him to say: "Yes."

He got out of bed with a scarf around his neck, forced himself to calmly walk to the imperial study, Chen Ziyan followed closely, wanted to ask something but didn't know what to say, so he had to deal with the memorial with him.

After a while of silence, Yin Wuzhi said: "Last night, His Majesty insisted on dragging me."

Chen Ziyan nodded and said, "Needless to say, I understand."

The earth dragon was burning in the imperial study room, and Yin Wuzhi tugged on the scarf twice, noticing that Chen Ziyan's gaze was drifting this way, he intentionally exposed the red marks that had been twisted out, and tied it up again in a breath.

Chen Ziyan: "..."

It was known that Ah Zhi had lied to prevent him from worrying. That Hunjun was usually lazy, but he had a soft spot for this matter.

There was a rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other, Chen Ziyan said: "If His Majesty will serve you again tonight, I will come."

"Brother Chen doesn't need to be like this." Yin Wuzhi said: "The matter has come to this, it's not easy to involve both of you and me, let me do it."

This is the reason, Chen Ziyan is still very sorry.He became more and more determined that in the future, he must, must reduce the number of times they spend alone together.

Although it is impossible to completely pull him out of the sea of ​​suffering, it is good to be able to suffer less.

Yin Wuzhi calculated the time, and when Jiang Wu was almost awake, he put down the memorial: "I want to go out for a walk."

Chen Ziyan said: "Leave it to me."

It's also good to go out and get some air.

Yin Wuzhi turned around and went directly to the Tai Chi Hall, pulled the curtain on the bed, and Hun Jun really woke up, staring at the top of the bed motionlessly as usual.

I don't know what's so good about it.

Yin Wuzhi picked him up, put on his clothes, fetched the scarf, and said, "The temperature has dropped again today, be careful to freeze your neck."

Yin Wuzhi is really careful, if it's not too troublesome to be a human being, it's fine to just be a salted fish like this.

He was fed with a scarf around his neck, and was carried to the porch with a scarf around his neck. He continued to look at the glazed tiles on the high wall. There was no sun today, and the glazed tiles did not shine.

Instead, something fell from the sky one after another.

Yin Wuzhi came under the eaves, spread his slender fingers, and said, "It's snowing."

At the same time, many eunuchs and maids beside them also noticed this scene. They almost reached out their hands to catch those snow particles, and everyone said excitedly in their voices: "It's snowing."

"Really, the first snow this winter."

"The whole of Miyagi will be white tomorrow."

On the outside of the wall, the maids also screamed: "Snow, snow!"

"Snow."

A voice came from beside him, Yin Wuzhi subconsciously tilted his head, and his whole body seemed to be frozen by something.

The Son of Heaven stood up from the chair at some point, his sable hair was wrapped around his neck, and his long ink-splashed hair was draped over his shoulders. Against the backdrop of black and white, his face was as delicate as jade.

He took his feet in socks, walked down the steps, and looked up at the sky.

A cluster of pure white fell on his open palm.

His fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

Good ice.

He held it up to Yin Wuzhi, his eyes clear: "Snow."

Yin Wuzhi just looked at him.

Also, for humans, snow is not so amazing, after all, they can encounter it every year.

Jiang Wu withdrew his hand and looked down at his palm.

No more.

He remembered that when snow comes into contact with temperature, it will turn into water, the kind of water that can be seen everywhere.

It's all because his palms are too hot.

That's why I couldn't keep it.

"Look here." Someone came in front of him and raised his cuffs. The temperature of the cuffs was not as high as that of his palms. After the snow fell, he kept them for a long time, but they disappeared soon.

Yin Wuzhi said again: "Look here."

He stretched out his whole arm and signaled Jiang Wu: "It fell down, and there are others falling down, look here."

Jiang Wu's eyes followed his fingers.

Yin Wuzhi turned his gaze to him quietly, and said, "You have it too."

Jiang Wu looked down at himself, and there was snow between the hair draped over his shoulders.

Yin Wuzhi said: "Tomorrow at most, you will be able to see the snow all over the palace city."

He has seen and seen snow in many places, and he has always hoped that one day he can touch it with his own hands.

Now I really touched it with my own hands. It is very cold and cold. In winter, it is actually not very pleasant.

"If you like it, get up early tomorrow, and I'll take you around."

Jiang Wu was about to lose interest completely: "Do you have to get up early to see it?"

"...That's not true." It's just that he wanted to take the opportunity to encourage the emperor to get up early.Yin Wuzhi said: "It doesn't matter if it's a little late."

He could see that Jiang Wu should like snow, just as he likes sweet-scented osmanthus and custard.

I don't have any obsessions, I just simply like it, some look good, and it doesn't matter if I don't have any.

"Oh." Jiang Wu calmed down again, and said, "Hug."

Yin Wuzhi carried him back to the chair and lay down, squatted beside him and coaxed him: "If you get up early enough and there are no footprints on the snow, you can keep stepping on it, and when you look back, wow, the whole Miyagi is all yours."

"It's mine if you don't step on it."

"..." Yin Wuzhi paused, and said, "Your Majesty, don't you like stepping on the snow?"

"Why do you like it?"

"Because it sings when you step on it."

Jiang Wu looked at him: "Singing?"

"Yes, very crisp ballad." Yin Wuzhi observed him, always feeling that something was wrong, he tentatively asked: "Your Majesty, do you know the sound of snow stepping on it?"

"..." Jiang Wu began to think.

Then he found that he couldn't answer, but the real Jiang Wu couldn't have stepped on snow.

Do you want to reveal some information to Yin Wuzhi, let him know that he is not the original Jiang Wu?Will he want to kill himself, or will he want to study himself.

I didn't think about this question clearly for the time being, so I simply didn't talk to him.

Yin Wuzhi recalled when he was being carried to smell the sweet-scented osmanthus, he faintly realized something, and just about to speak again, he suddenly heard Chen Ziyan's voice: "Ah Zhi, come quickly, there is something urgent in the imperial study."

Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to resign temporarily.

He followed Chen Ziyan all the way out of the Tai Chi Hall, came to the Imperial Study Room, and said, "Brother Chen, what's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" Chen Ziyan closed the door, with brotherly love written all over his face: "I see that you are not at ease after you have been out for so long and haven't come back. Sure enough, as soon as you entered the Tai Chi Hall, you were punished by His Majesty to squat, so I was in a hurry to help you." You give me a hand."

After he finished speaking, he turned back to Yin Wuzhi to divide the papers: "Besides, I also notified the Ministry of Household Affairs and asked them to send all the things that can be processed and those that cannot be processed to the Imperial Study Room. These, these, are all for you, sure. I can't finish it all tonight, as long as we get busy, we won't be afraid of rejecting His Majesty for no reason."

"……thank you."

"You're welcome." After Chen Ziyan finished speaking, he did not forget to care: "How is it, did your legs go numb just now?"