hello little angel

The smell of burning incense in the palace caused Zhou Xingyu to cough rarely, and with the spring rain, the person who was still messing around in the imperial study and threatening to smash the imperial seal was nestled in the bright yellow dragon pattern embroidered quilt and refused to move.

Gao Xian entered the palace as a eunuch at the age of seven, had served two emperors, and had seen countless strange things in the palace, but this was the latest regent, who had not ascended the throne but was already in power, on the first day he entered the royal study , still presented Gao Xian with an unheard-of scene.

The sun had just risen that day, and the sky was not yet fully lit. The king regent had not removed his armor, and he was full of evil spirits. Behind him were many purge soldiers. The iron smell and arrogance were like sharp needles, which instantly pierced the originally graceful and luxurious place. In the palace, the regent was surrounded by crowds, walking heavily, Gao Xian knelt on the ground, trembling from the shock, breathing intermittently nervously.

The huge imperial study room was eerily quiet, and at the moment when everyone was in danger, an ambiguous cry seemed particularly clear.

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" The regent stopped and asked with a low voice, but the gentleness made Gao Xian shiver.

"Sleepy..." It was light and soft, with sticky sleepiness, "Where are you going this time?"

"Sleep, you will know when you wake up."

Gao Xian boldly opened his right eye, turned his eyeballs and glanced upwards, only to find that the regent was wearing a cold iron armor, but his arms were wrapped around a gorgeous brocade quilt, revealing a section of white and slender calf like jade in the softness.

Most of the palace servants in the imperial study were executed, and the rest were scattered everywhere, all away from the imperial study. Only Gao Xian was kept by the regent because of that man's words.

"He looks like the third uncle, I think he is kind."

Gao Xian couldn't understand the meaning of these words, and he didn't know the third uncle at all, but in the regent's eyes full of warning and deep meaning, he understood his next mission.

Gao Xian is terrified, he serves with all his heart every day, is the newest master of this country, the only fatal weakness.It was the treasure that was hidden in the imperial study by the regent. No matter how fierce he was outside, when he met him, he would become an unarmed mortal, soft and inconceivable.

"Master, a lot of flowers have bloomed in the imperial garden after the rain, let's get up and have a look?"

"Don't go." The little master buried his face in the bright yellow quilt, and the originally soft long hair was randomly brushed aside, spreading the bed all over, "Has Chu Zhao'an come down?"

"It's off, it should be on the way back to the imperial study."

Coughing muffled under the quilt, Gao Xian skillfully sent someone to light the special incense and bring the prepared flower dew. He was about to respectfully invite his fragile little master, but was snatched away by a generous hand behind him. The jade bowl.

Gao Xian lowered his head and bowed back to the side, but he could still catch a glimpse of the regent kneeling naturally at the head of the bed. He never knew that the so-called Ninth Five-Year King was so unbelievable.

Chu Zhaoan patted the person hiding under the quilt, bowed close, and coaxed him intimately: "Xingyu, can you get up and eat?"

"Okay, but I don't drink that bowl of stuff."

"You won't get better if you don't drink and cough." Chu Zhaoan continued to coax people, but Zhou Xingyu didn't respond, so he had no choice but to throw out the condition: "I'll take you out of the palace when the cough is cured."

The person in the quilt moved, and pink fingertips protruded from inside, followed by a pair of sleepy deer eyes, and a bright red face due to lack of oxygen.

Zhou Xingyu took the jade bowl from Chu Zhaoan, waved to Gao Xian who was beside him, and accepted the food from others as a matter of course. During this period, his gaze skipped over the tall, burly and very obtrusive King Regent, and went straight to the table in the imperial study. cast a glance.

"You hid it?"

Sitting at the head of the bed, Chu Zhaoan took the tooth comb from the hand of the maid, and carefully combed the long hair, "That is the Imperial Seal, it is extremely difficult to repair if it is broken, you can drop anything you want in the rain, as long as you show mercy and let go." Get over it, okay?"

"I have a sense of proportion, and I can't break it."

"Okay, then I'll send someone to put it back, as long as you like it."

Zhou Xingyu groaned at him, and kicked his calf with his bare feet, "I'm going to go shopping elsewhere, you are not allowed to follow me."

"Don't follow." Chu Zhaoan grabbed that foot, quickly dropped a kiss on the arch of his foot, and before Zhou Xingyu resisted, he knelt down on one knee, just like three years ago, and carefully put on the shoe for him.

"Gao Xian, take care of him."

"Yes."

Chu Zhao'an had too many affairs to deal with, let's not talk about the local government affairs, just the fact that Ding Zheng didn't die, that he went back to Zhou's house and there was no movement for a while, and that Chu Xiliang was still missing, it was his responsibility. Big worry.

Ever since the first emperor died of illness and Chu Zhaoan was entrusted with the edict to supervise the country, most of the opponents had been dealt with on the day they entered the palace, but the rest, especially the old officials from the prince's faction, had been arguing all day long. It hurts.

If it is not resolved as soon as possible, if it is not resolved as soon as possible... Chu Zhaoan feels uneasy, and only when he is by Zhou Xingyu's side can he slightly alleviate this unreasonable anxiety.

Therefore, he purposely placed him in the imperial study, facing him day and night, and it was precisely this that made Zhou Xingyu unhappy, and even smashed the jade seal, thinking about it, he was really annoyed by him.

"You, aren't you too tired to panic?" During the day and night, Zhou Xingyu was lying on the bed, dangling his calf back and forth, grabbing the scriptures with one hand and propping his chin with the other, looking at the man who was processing chapters at the desk not far away under the candlelight. Chu Zhaoan asked sincerely.

He had never seen Chu Zhao'an sleeping, he was so busy all day long, worrying about this and that, isn't he tired?

"Tired." Chu Zhao'an's eyes were bloodshot, but he always looked at Zhou Xingyu calmly, "Xingyu give me a hug, and I won't be so tired."

[The male protagonist's life status is displayed as exhausted. 】The system sighed, 【Being an emperor is like this, noble and short-lived. 】

"Will he wear himself out?"

[If this continues, death from overwork is possible. 】

Hearing this, Zhou Xingyu threw the storybook aside, sat on the bed and opened his arms towards Chu Zhaoan. He was wearing a snow-white underwear, showing a hazy appearance under the candlelight, very well-behaved: "Then come and hug me Bar."

Don't die from overwork.

"really?"

"OK."

It was a honey cake that fell so suddenly that Chu Zhao'an was stunned for a long time and didn't know what to do.It was rare for Zhou Xingyu to see him so dumb, with a smile overflowing from his eyes, and he was in a soft mess, "My hands are going to be sore."

Chu Zhao'an walked to the bedside as if he was in the clouds, and only when he smelled the warm fragrance from Zhou Xingyu's body did he have a substantial feeling. The joy rushed straight to his heart, disrupting his breathing for an instant.

He bent down and stretched his hands around Zhou Xingyu's waist. His long arms were strong, and he supported the entire back and neck of the person in his arms. His cheek was next to the person's ear, and his breath was filled with the light fragrance of flowers and some of Zhou Xingyu's unique scent.

The feeling of being filled in the arms is so complete.Chu Zhaoan sighed, his arms were tightened, and he stood up straight. Zhou Xingyu was carried away from the bed by him, and he had to break his legs around his waist. He wrapped his hands around the man's neck and hurriedly grabbed his fallen hair.

Chu Zhaoan picked up the scriptures that had been left aside, carried him to the desk, put him on his lap, tightly wrapped one hand around him, and picked up the unfinished memorials with the other hand, just read them for a few minutes. To write, she lowered her head and rubbed against his neck, read a few lines, then lowered her head to kiss on top of his head.

One big and one small, one is doing business, and the other is nestling in his arms to read stories, it is considered harmonious and beautiful.

The breath of the person in his arms gradually became longer, Chu Zhaoan stopped writing, sat back, let Zhou Xingyu completely fall into his arms, just stayed like this, for a rare moment of tenderness, waiting for the candle tears to flow, the moonlight to hide, they were still together.

*

The day of offering sacrifices to heaven is set at the beginning of summer, the day when Qu Bi heals Zhou Xingyu.

Zhou Xingyu just had a sleepy sleep, and when he woke up, he saw Chu Zhaoan's red eyes, and he didn't know how long he had stayed by the bedside, beard stubble was so desolate.

Gao Xian and a group of courtiers knelt on the ground outside the imperial study, and finally looked forward to seeing the pillar of the country step out of the mahogany gate on the seventh day and take charge of the government affairs of various places again.

The fabrics for making the heaven-sacrificing costumes were procured by the two outside the palace, so it was time for Zhou Xingyu to relax.Chu Zhao'an held his soft hand, listening to him speak happily, whether he was acting like a baby or getting angry, the distance between the two seemed to be gradually shortening, as if they had returned to the time when they only had each other back then.

On the day of the ceremony, Chu Zhaoan was dressed in black formal attire, dark boots with dragon patterns on his feet, and red jade hair. He was close to the body. He was dressed in a luxurious air, but there was a sleepy little guy lying on his back. If he is tired, he always has a reason for not waking up.

"You want me to carry it on the altar?" Chu Zhaoan tilted his head and kissed the little guy's cheeks flushed from sleepiness.

"Well... you carry me up."

"As ordered."

The important men of the country, civil and military officials, had already stood around the altar inside and out. They knew in their hearts what the nature of this sacrifice to heaven was, but it was just a pretext for the regent's enthronement, and it was just a disguise of orthodoxy.

But who dares to raise objections?The regent's vigorous and vigorous methods have already shocked the government and the public. His ability and ambition surpassed the previous generations of emperors. Even if it is the prince's faction, it is extremely difficult to catch him wrong.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Zhaoan walked up to the altar slowly with Zhou Xingyu on his back, not caring about the scattered curse words at all.He is already strong enough to avenge the blood of his parents, and he can also seize the entire territory for his beloved and block all disasters and diseases.

Gao Xian's voice sounded from the center of the altar and spread around the surrounding area: "Heir of the Son of Heaven, ministers dare to speak to the emperor of heaven: the time is the winter solstice, the beginning of the six qi. Respect the ceremony. Please lead the officials. Respectfully sacrifice the Qi Sheng, the generals, and the officials with jade and silk Prepare for this. Only worship God..."

"System, I'm a little scared." Zhou Xingyu stood beside Chu Zhaoan, his right hand was held tightly by him, and he looked over the crowd to the distant hillside.

On the mountainside on the sunny side of Beimang Mountain, this is the place Chu Zhaoan chose to sacrifice to heaven after asking his opinion, and of course, it is also the place he revealed to Ding Zheng.

[What is Xiao Yu afraid of?Let them fight as long as they don't hurt you. 】

"I just feel that I am a little ashamed of him..." Zhou Xingyu raised his head and saw Chu Zhaoan's bright eyes that had been watching him all the time, full of vigor and affection, and changed from the dark cloud in front of his eyes.

The young man who used to drink away his sorrows all day long finally realized what he wanted in his life. He should be so arrogant and wanton, but he wants to break it all by himself.

[Xiao Yu, this is a necessary life process for him, you don't need to feel guilty about it, you are just a passerby, witnessing their fate. 】The tone of the system is seriousness that Zhou Xingyu has never heard before, 【You must remember, no matter how real or profound these people are, to you, they are just phantom dust after all, an existence that you will abandon the moment you turn around. 】

"Well, I understand."

At the very beginning, a cloud-piercing arrow struck from nowhere, piercing the high summer sun, and shooting towards the center of the altar, hitting the right arm of that person, which was beyond everyone's expectations, disrupting the entire sacrificial process in an instant.

Then there was the deafening charge, the sound of swords and shields being drawn on both sides, and all the officials flocked to the center of the altar in a panic, and together with the palace guards, they protected the wounded and bleeding king.

"My lord... the arrow is poisonous." Qu Bi held onto Chu Zhaoan's right shoulder, and quickly checked the wound.

"Do it." Chu Zhaoan lowered his eyelids, took the other hand to tightly protect Zhou Xingyu's chest, and hurriedly whispered "Don't be afraid" in his ear, and was blinded by the pain of the momentary amputation.

The moment the flesh and blood were separated, blood gushed out like a fountain.Zhou Xingyu was pressed on the man's chest, and he could only smell the overwhelming bloody smell. He heard the man's animal-like panting, mixed with the violent heartbeat, and even the sound of Chu Zhaoan's teeth clenching, which shook Zhou Xingyu's body. Instant red eyes.

"Xingyu...follow me..." Chu Zhaoan's face was ferocious, and cold sweat flowed down his sharp jaw, falling on the corners of Zhou Xingyu's red eyes.

I frightened him, and I frightened him again.

Chu Zhao'an tried to stay awake, lowered his head and gave a comforting smile, his pale lips trembling.

He was in so much pain that even Zhou Xingyu could feel it, tears fell from his clear eyes, he hastily and carefully went to support the man's left side, and followed him away in the chaos.

Ding Zheng at the bottom of the slope was holding a sharp knife in his hand, blood dripping from the tip of the knife. His eyes passed through the crowd, and he saw the slender and fragile figure at a glance.

"Yu'er!" Ding Zheng snatched a war horse, rushed through the crowd and chased after the carriage.

Seeing this, Chu Xiliang got on his horse and gave chase, and the two of them took advantage of the opportunity to slash and slash a bloody path.

On the carriage, Qubi could only simply cover the broken arm, seeing the blood stained the cloth, Chu Zhaoan's eyes turned black, he bit the tip of his tongue, and looked down at Zhou Xingyu who was squatting in front of him, weeping constantly.

"Don't cry, Xingyu..." Chu Zhaoan raised his only left arm, avoiding the blood-stained palm, and wiped away those transparent tears with his fingertips, "I don't hurt anymore, don't you cry……"

"I didn't go all the way to today just to make you sad...don't cry..."

Zhou Xingyu knows the fate of the system, which is the inevitable life process of people.But Zhou Xingyu is too soft, because it is too soft, pain will inevitably follow, he can't just watch without waves.

He shed so many tears, every drop was for a passerby named Chu Zhao'an.

"I once saw the jasper in the Jade Palace in Jinling, and the flowers in the waterside pavilions in the Qinhuai River bloom early, who knows that the ice will disappear easily.

Seeing him get up from Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse.

The dream of the remnant mountain is the most real, and the old environment is hard to lose.I don't believe this map has been changed.A set of mourning for the south of the Yangtze River, singing until old age. "

The author has something to say: Xiao Yu just empathizes and understands these emotions, but he will not be vague when it is time to do business (??????)? ?

ps: The last paragraph comes from Kong Shangren's "Peach Blossom Fan"