The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

I don't know if it was Chen Ziyan's illusion, but Yin Wuzhi's eyes seemed to be stained with resentment.

It should be a delusion, because Yin Wuzhi quickly bent over his desk and started.

Chen Ziyan said: "Azhi, don't be too serious, you and I are together, there is no need to do it so fast."

Yin Wuzhi could only stop, turning back and forth the paperwork on the table.

Chen Ziyan was indeed honing his skills, his fingers were scratching back and forth on the piles of papers next to him, and his thoughts drifted away.

Yin Wuzhi couldn't sit still, and started flipping through the folders on the table randomly. After flipping through them, he suddenly paused, and pulled out a copy from the gap between the table and the wooden box where the memorials were stacked.

"not good."

Chen Ziyan returned to his senses: "What?"

"This is King Xiang's request to meet His Majesty. I was injured for a few days because of the beating, so many things that were not urgent were delayed." Yin Wuzhi recalled: "Later, after I recovered from my injuries, I took care of the rest. They were all dealt with, but this one was missing."

"Where did you find it?"

Yin Wuzhi pointed to him, frowned and said, "This matter is a bit strange, it is impossible for His Majesty not to want to see King Xiang, who deliberately hid Zhezi here?"

"Maybe it fell in by accident."

Yin Wuzhi's eyes were dark, and he laughed for a moment: "I was too nervous, I should have fallen by myself."

Chen Ziyan followed, "No problem, just show it to His Majesty. His Majesty has always had a good relationship with King Xiang."

The request for the face saint was withheld, and there was no news for a long time. King Xiang might be in a state of restlessness in the mansion right now.

Yin Wuzhi got up and said, "I'm going to find His Majesty."

Chen Ziyan was still worried: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need." Yin Wuzhi thought for a while, and said solemnly: "It's not a day or two for him to be lazy in politics. If you want him to move...you will have to pay a price."

Chen Ziyan was stunned.

He watched Yin Wuzhi leaving resolutely, his eyes were painful.Ah Zhi... in order to let His Majesty know how to go astray, he did not hesitate to do this.

Yin Wuzhi walked out of the imperial study, turned his head to listen to the movement inside, and made sure that Chen Ziyan had not followed, so he walked quickly to the bedroom.

This time, he deliberately paid more attention to the palace people around him. Not just anyone can enter the Imperial Study Room. Although it is possible for a book to accidentally fall into the gap, it is not impossible for someone to deliberately stuff it in. Now that he has noticed the clues, he must act cautiously in the future.

Jiang Wu didn't know anything about King Xiang's request for an audience. Yin Wuzhi stood behind him, showing him the booklet with both hands. From the perspective of outsiders, Jiang Wu seemed to be wrapped in his arms.

"This matter should not be delayed any longer. His Majesty will summon King Xiang tomorrow."

Yin Wuzhi made a decision, but he didn't put away the folder. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the fluffy scarf around Jiang Wu's neck, and said softly, "Is it okay?"

"Ah."

Jiang Wu had no objection, since he wanted to see him anyway.

He kept staring at the outside of the house, and now the sky was already dark, with countless black spots floating in the night, Yin Wuzhi took a look and said, "Speaking of which, King Xiang and my mother still have some relationship."

Jiang Wu recalled that Princess Dingnan was King Xiang's aunt, that is to say, Yin Wuzhi was King Xiang's cousin.

And he is the elder brother of King Xiang, and Yin Wuzhi is his...

Jiang Wu looked at Yin Wuzhi, "Little cousin."

Yin Wuzhi looked at him quietly for a while, then turned outside again, and said, "Did you hear Xueluo's voice?"

"wind."

"The sound of the wind blowing snow and hitting the window paper."

At first, Jiang Wu did not hear it. It was not until that night, in the dead of night, that he really heard the rustling sound.

He opened his eyes slightly and listened more carefully.

Yin Wuzhi saw that he was listening intently, and asked softly, "What did you hear?"

"Snow."

"Ok?"

"watt."

The snow was blown by the wind, rubbing against the glazed tiles, and there was a slight tinkling sound.

Yin Wuzhi praised him: "It's amazing."

Jiang Wu relaxed and closed his eyes.

Yin Wuzhi pulled up the quilt for him, and took off the mink fur scarf. On the thin white neck, the traces of the morning pink had faded away, only a few deep reds remained.

Yin Wuzhi's fingertips brushed against his neck, but he didn't say anything after all.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wu opened his mouth first: "Tomorrow, I will be the first person to step on the snow."

Yin Wuzhi was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and said: "Okay, I must arrange it properly."

On the second day, before Yin Wuzhi woke up, Jiang Wu opened his eyes.

He turned his face to look at the people around him, and said, "Yin Wuzhi."

"Yin Wuzhi, Yin Wuzhi, Yin Wuzhi."

Yin Wuzhi half opened one eye, Jiang Wu said: "Get up."

"...what's the matter?"

Jiang Wu didn't answer, he stared at Yin Wuzhi, although his face was still expressionless, but Yin Wuzhi could see some dissatisfaction from it.

He immediately sat up straight, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then remembered: "Your Majesty wants to step on the snow?"

Jiang Wu was very pleased: "Well, I have to be the first to step on it."

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and Yin Wuzhi immediately became energetic. He turned over and got out of bed, and ordered a group of servants to prepare quickly.

Jiang Wu quickly got dressed, put on a scarf and a hat, and Yin Wuzhi wrapped him in a sable fur cloak, squatted beside the bed, put his shoes and socks on, and put them in his sleeves. A hand stove.

He squatted beside the bed and raised his eyes, looked at the neatly tidied emperor, and said, "Let's go."

The clothes on his body were a bit heavy, Jiang Wu twisted and was reluctant to move.

Yin Wuzhi saw his laziness, and carried him all the way outside the Tai Chi Hall: "Look, is what I said yesterday correct? It's really all in vain."

Jiang Wu's hat was pushed up by him.

As far as he could see, it was indeed a blanket of whiteness, but he had never seen this kind of whiteness before, and it was not because he couldn't wait to get up to see it.

He stretched out his hand, just looking at the gesture, as if he wanted to command thousands of troops, until the slow tone came out: "Step on."

Seeing the Son of Heaven being supported into the snow, Qi Hanmiao uncontrollably wiped away the hot tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty is actually walking on his own feet!He just waved his arm and made a very imposing but useless gesture!

Unexpectedly, he did not need the support of Prince Yin's son, and started to walk by himself.

...God, he even jumped a bit.

Although he only raised his heels, his posture was indeed a jump.

The crushed snow splashed out from under his feet, and Jiang Wu's eyes lit up.

It turns out that this is the feeling of stepping on the snow, crunching, and sinking inch by inch.

This is stepping on the snow.

Jiang Wu jumped again, but this time, he didn't lift his back heel.

His footprints soon filled the white and unmarked snow, and he felt a sense of satisfaction like a cat enclosure.

After a short period of happiness, it was replaced by deep exhaustion.

This body is really tired.

The light in Jiang Wu's eyes gradually dimmed, and he slowly fell back.

Qi Hanmiao opened his eyes wide, Yin Wuzhi stepped forward to catch his body in a panic, but the opposite side suddenly stretched out another hand.

The mourning batch caught by two arms at the same time: "?"

He saw a strange face, the other person was very handsome, but the slightly raised thin lips revealed a bit of coquettish air, at this moment, he was pursing his lips slightly, staring at Jiang Wu for a moment .

Yin Wuzhi regained his senses, and wanted to hold Jiang Wu in his arms, but found that the other party was also tightly holding Jiang Wu's waist.

he:"?"

"See His Royal Highness King Xiang." Qi Hanmiao was the first to react and greet him, and after hearing his excuse, he greeted him kindly: "Your Highness King Xiang, why are you here so early in the morning?"

"I heard that His Majesty is unwell, so I rushed to take a look." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yin Wuzhi, and said, "This is my little cousin, right?"

Yin Wuzhi subconsciously stood up to meet him: "I have met His Royal Highness King Xiang."

King Xiang ignored him, he looked at Jiang Wu again, his worry was palpable: "How does your majesty feel, you should tell the imperial physician."

King Xiang was a little different from Jiang Wu's imagination. He thought that the other party should be gentle and harmless, after all, he was killed by the faint king in order to bring justice to Qiu Wuchen.

But he just seemed harmless.

"I'm just tired."

"The younger brother took His Majesty back to rest."

Jiang Wu's body soared into the air, while Yin Wuzhi kept the posture of saluting, kneeling stiffly in the snow.

... Is there something wrong with King Xiang?

Qi Hanmiao has already followed up attentively: "His Royal Highness Xiang has worked hard all the way, he came so early, he hasn't had breakfast yet, right? Do you want to be with His Majesty?"

"That's fine, I'll do something for you."

Qi Hanmiao was happy for a while, "That's great, His Majesty may be able to eat more when he is in a good mood when he sees King Xiang."

I don't know if Jiang Wu is in a good mood, but Jiang Rui's eyes brightened a few shades obviously.

He put Jiang Wu on the small couch in the house, and took off the cloak on his body smoothly, as if he had rehearsed it in his mind many times: "Your Majesty, you are in a good mood to see your brother?"

Yin Wuzhi followed him into the hall, watched him take off Jiang Wu's collar after undoing his cloak, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold it down, saying, "Your Majesty likes to wear it."

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not.Jiang Wu didn't refute, he was still looking at Jiang Rui, who asked, "I haven't seen you for half a year, why doesn't my brother seem to be looking down on my younger brother enough?"

Yin Wuzhi said: "Your Majesty got up too early today, maybe he was sleepy."

Jiang Wu is indeed a little bit, but Jiang Rui in front of him looks watertight, and he hasn't figured out a reason to kill him. Does it mean that he must marry Qiu Wuchen and perform those cumbersome gifts?

He looked like he had a good relationship with Jiang Wu and would not rebel easily.

"Brother, can you ask outsiders to leave first?" Yin Wuzhi continued to say a few words, but King Xiang ignored him: "My brother wants to talk to my brother about myself."

This outsider is exactly what Yin Wuzhi said.The meaning of the other party's targeting was too obvious, Yin Wuzhi's lips moved slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Jiang Wu, waiting for him to open his mouth to justify his name.

But he was obviously going to be disappointed.Jiang Wu said, "Okay."

Yin Wuzhi arched his lips skillfully, and strode out.

An outsider, in Jiang Wu's eyes, he was just an outsider.

When Qi Hanmiao passed the meal over, Yin Wuzhi was sitting on the steps in front of the Tai Chi Hall, wringing his head sullenly and wringing his fingers.The young man's black hair is like a waterfall, his face is more than snow, and his figure has an indescribable loneliness.

He paused, then walked over and said, "Prince Xiang has been clinging to His Majesty since he was a child, and he would drive away other people as soon as they approached. It's just a child's possessive desire for his elder brother. Your Highness doesn't need to take it to heart."

Little child, he has never seen such a tall and big child who can easily hug his elder brother, let alone a child who calls him little cousin.

Moreover, are you sure it's just a possessive desire for your brother?

Yin Wuzhi felt unspeakably aggrieved and had a vague sense of crisis.

Hey, these young people are really worrying.Qi Hanmiao comforted him helplessly: "Your Highness, why don't you think about the good, once King Xiang comes, you will definitely not let His Highness get close to His Majesty, and you will be free from now on."

Yin Wuzhi: "..."