Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Two years later, another cold winter.

The earth dragon in the Jiyue Pavilion was burning hot, and the warm pavilion built in the sleeping hall was full of heat. Through the hazy mist, one could vaguely see the graceful figure in the middle of the bathing pool.

After a long time, there was the sound of water, and Xiao Dezi, who was waiting at the side, quickly pulled out the white bath towel that was hanging on the shelf, and went forward.

The snow-white skin like suet jade was smoked pink like peach petals by the hot water, and the crystal clear water beads slipped quietly along the gelatin, so beautiful that people dare not look directly at it.

Xiao Dezi subconsciously avoided his sight, and skillfully waited for the young master to put on his inner clothes, then went directly through the side door of the warm pavilion, and returned to the warm couch in the sleeping hall.

"It's getting colder and colder today." Xiao Dezi put the beautifully carved hand warmer into the young master's hand, and muttered, "Young master, you must pay more attention to keeping warm, so you don't get sick any more. "

In the midwinter of last year, the young master accidentally contracted a cold. During his illness, he still insisted on handling the affairs of Beizhen Fusi in person. His body became weaker and weaker. It was not until the beginning of spring this year when the weather warmed up that he barely recovered.

But since then, the young master has become more and more afraid of the cold. After the winter, all the palace people in Jiyue Pavilion became tense, and they took sufficient measures to keep warm and stay warm.

"Understood." Wearing a fox fur, Shen Qingzhuo took the file to be processed, and said with a smile, "How old are you, why are you getting more and more wordy?"

Xiao Dezi blurted out: "I'm not rambling. Before leaving, His Royal Highness the Seventh Highness told me to take good care of Young Master, otherwise he will never let me go when he comes back!"

When His Highness Seven was mentioned, the smile on Shen Qingzhuo's lips faded.

"No matter how cold Shengjing is, it can't compare to Suixi." He looked out of the dark window and sighed softly, "Winter is coming, this battle has been fought for too long."

"My lord, the Seventh Highness will definitely win!" Xiao Dezi hurriedly comforted him, "Maybe...maybe I can come back to celebrate the New Year this year!"

Shen Qingzhuo smiled faintly: "I hope so."

***

Early the next morning, Shen Qingzhuo went to Zichen Hall to face the saint.

As soon as he entered the inner hall, aloes from every corner filled his nostrils, and Emperor Guangxi lay lifeless in a cloud of smoke.

In the past two years, Emperor Guangxi's body has been depleted day by day. He used to go to the morning court twice a month, but now he lies on the bed all day long, waiting for the master of Taoism to practice the medicine of immortality to extend his life.

But it would be wrong to say that he doesn't care about government affairs at all. He seems to be obsessed with cultivating immortals and alchemy all day long, but in fact, he secretly stabilizes the situation in the front court and harem, forming a delicate balance between all parties and factions.

Of course, this is just his ideal state, which is not the case.

Shen Qingzhuo withdrew his thoughts, bowed his hands and saluted: "Greetings to the emperor."

"Here we come..." Emperor Guangxi closed his eyes slightly, "Sit down and talk."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Shen Qingzhuo did not refuse, brushed off the thick fox fur, and sat down as promised.

Since he recovered from a serious illness, Emperor Guangxi specially gave him a seat when he was summoned to show his favor.

The two monarchs and ministers asked and answered, sorting out the recent important cases of Beizhen Fusi.

After resting for a while, Emperor Guangxi said suddenly: "Earlier in the morning, Suixi sent the battle report."

Shen Qingzhuo's heart tightened, and he asked calmly, "Is it good news?"

"Yes." Emperor Guangxi looked at him, "Great victory, Xi Rong was beaten back to the west of Suiling River, and he handed over the letter of surrender."

Shen Qingzhuo immediately stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

But there was no trace of joy on Emperor Guangxi's face, "There is one more bad news."

The heart that could be put down raised his throat again, Master Shen frowned: "Could it be..."

Emperor Guangxi said slowly: "The king of Jin is seriously injured, the medical conditions in the army are poor, and his life may be in danger."

For a moment, Shen Qingzhuo felt his eyes go dark.

A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, he tightly grabbed the palm of his hand hidden under his sleeve, and tried his best to stabilize his figure so as not to faint on the spot.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Emperor Guangxi seemed to be talking to himself: "Aiqing, tell me, should I call him back?"

"This..." Sight gradually recovered, Shen Qingzhuo replied indifferently, "According to common sense, Xirong surrendered, Suixi has been settled, King Jin has completed his mission, and the emperor can call him back to Beijing."

"It's not that I'm cruel, Qing Zhuo." Emperor Guangxi sighed, "You, Shen Qing, understand what worries I have in my heart."

Shen Qingzhuo pondered for a moment, then replied cautiously: "I have a proposal."

Emperor Guangxi became a little interested, "Oh? Let's talk about it."

"This Suilinghe victory is celebrated with the whole world. However, King Jin was seriously injured accidentally. The emperor can call him back to Beijing. On the one hand, he will be rewarded, and on the other hand, King Jin will be allowed to recuperate well to show the greatness of the emperor's grace." Shen Qingzhuo paused , and boldly finished the following words, "After the king of Jin recovers in the next year, he will be sent back to the fief again. If the king of Jin is unlucky..."

Emperor Guangxi stared at him unpredictablely for several times, and then smiled with satisfaction, "Shen Qing and I have the same thoughts. Master Shen really deserves to be my minister."

"Sharing worries for the emperor is a matter of the minister's duty." Shen Qingzhuo replied calmly.

"You go down first." Emperor Guangxi waved his hand, and as if remembering something, called Su Gonggong, "Take out the box of Ganoderma lucidum that the King of Chu paid tribute to, and bring it back to Mr. Shen to nourish his body."

Shen Qingzhuo bowed and said: "Thank you for your kindness, I will take my leave first."

The moment he turned around, all the expressions on his face disappeared, leaving only endless coldness and hesitation.

He left the Zichen Palace and walked straight towards the Jiyue Pavilion, walking faster and faster, and finally pushed open the palace door at a trot.

"Young master?" Xiao Dezi was walking out, seeing the young master gasping for breath while holding the door, he couldn't help asking in surprise, "Why are you running in such a hurry?"

"I..." Shen Qingzhuo tried to calm his breathing, "Go in first and then talk."

Stepping into the inner hall, he took off the white fox fur, walked quickly to the desk, grabbed a pen and paper and wanted to write a letter, only to find that the hand holding the pen was shaking violently.

Xiao Dezi hurried forward to grind the ink, "My lord, what happened?"

Shen Qingzhuo supported the desk with one hand, and explained concisely: "Your Highness is injured."

"What?" Xiao Dezi was startled, "In the past two years, there have been dozens of battles, and His Royal Highness has never been injured. This time—"

"Stupid!" Shen Qingzhuo slammed his palm on the table, "It was a war, a life-and-death war! How could he have never been injured?"

In the first year, when the little apprentice just left, he was not used to it.When he returned to Jiyue Pavilion, there was no enthusiastic young man like a puppy pounced on him, and when he was sick, no one coaxed him to drink medicine, and then stuffed him with a sweet preserved fruit, and there was no human-shaped heater for him in the cold and long winter. Warm hands, feet, and blankets.

No one pestered him for cuddling and hugging, no one called him Mr. incessantly, no one kept looking at him with such warm and scorching eyes.

He had to fill his daily life with busy business affairs, trying to keep himself from thinking about things.

But from a certain day, he began to have frequent nightmares.

In the dream, the flames of war were raging, the drums of war were endless, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.He looked around in a daze, called out the name of the little apprentice, turned around suddenly, and found his most familiar face buried in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Every time he wakes up from the dream, he feels as if he is dead.After waking up, I was glad that this was just a nightmare, but also worried that one day the dream would become a reality.

He even regretted it countless times, he shouldn't let the little apprentice go to Suixi, even if it would make Emperor Guangxi suspicious, even if it would disrupt his plan, he should try to let the little apprentice go to a safer fiefdom.

And Xiao Shen, who was thousands of miles away, seemed to sense the panic and regret in his heart day after day, and every time it was reported to Shengjing, there was only good news.

He regularly writes a letter home to his husband every month, even when the war is at its worst.The family letter records every detail of his stay in Suixi, except for the war.

The young man who used to roll around like a baby in Shen Qingzhuo's arms seemed to have grown up overnight. Good luck was not passed on to bad news, good news was not reported to bad news, but there was still a feeling of longing that could not be hidden between the lines.

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes, trying to restrain the turmoil in his heart.

Xiao Dezi opened his mouth wide in astonishment: "Mr., Mr...."

"Sorry, I lost my temper." Shen Qingzhuo opened his eyelids again, his tone was tired, "It's not your fault, I shouldn't blame you."

"No, nothing..." Xiao Dezi lowered his head in a panic, "I'm sorry, my lord, I have strong limbs and a simple mind..."

"Continue to polish the ink." Shen Qingzhuo held his breath, "I want to write to Pei Yanqi to get them ready to return to Beijing."

Two years ago, he tried every means to release Pei Shaofu from the imperial prison, and followed King Jin to fight against Xirong, and made meritorious deeds.

He himself could not accompany his young apprentice to Suixi, but he was not familiar with the place, and it was the first time for his young apprentice to leave home. If there was no one around him who could help him, the road ahead would be even more difficult.

Fortunately, Shaofu Pei did not live up to his expectations, and became the military adviser of the Fuxi army and the right-hand man of King Jin.

Now, since the news has reached Emperor Guangxi's ears, at least the little apprentice is safe now, and he must be sent back to Shengjing as soon as possible to recuperate.

***

At the end of the 28th year of Guangxi, Suilinghe was victorious in the first battle, the Xirong sought peace, and Suixi was pacified, and the King of Jin, who had been away from Beijing for two years, returned to the court.

However, because the King of Jin was seriously injured, he had to be escorted by dozens of elite cavalry.

The day before King Jin returned to Beijing, Shen Qingzhuo stayed up all night.

Wearing a cloak, he stood in front of the desk and copied the scriptures all night. It was not until sunrise at Maoshi that he closed his clothes and took a nap exhausted.

He wished he could see the little apprentice for the first time, but he couldn't.

When King Jin returned to Beijing, the first person he wanted to see was Emperor Guangxi, the second was the Queen Mother, and there were even other people, so he had to be patient.

It wasn't until the sun fell that there was news from Changle Palace that King Jin had returned to the palace to rest.

Without saying a word, Shen Qingzhuo didn't even have time to put on the fox fur, so she picked up her train and rushed towards Changle Palace.

Xiao Dezi followed behind him and called: "My lord! You put on the fox fur first, my lord! Mr. Fengda!"

The cold wind whizzed by his ears, and his delicate face was cut like a knife, but he didn't feel any pain at all, and there was only one thought roaring in his heart: he wanted to see his boy right away!

At this time, the Changle Palace was in a hurry because the master came back, Shen Qingzhuo stopped at the entrance of the hall, panting and supported his waist to calm down.

His body was getting worse and worse. After running like this for a while, his breathing was so fast that he seemed to be dying, and his throat was even more dry and sore.

"My lord!" The eunuch guarding the gate had sharp eyes, and when he saw him, he came forward to salute, "Are you here to see His Highness the Seventh Prince?"

Shen Qingzhuo slowed down and nodded slightly: "How is your Highness?"

The eunuch hesitated for a moment, then replied truthfully: "Your Highness is pale, he was brought in by someone."

Shen Qingzhuo raised his hand, "I see."

"Your Highness, please!" The eunuch stepped aside and said, "Your Highness must have been looking forward to your coming!"

Shen Qingzhuo took another deep breath, stepped on the threshold, and walked slowly towards the inner hall.

Just now he wished to fly over all at once, but when he got there, he became inexplicably hesitant.

After more than two years, maybe it was a kind of timidity close to home, or maybe it was because he was afraid of seeing the little apprentice seriously injured, his steps became heavier and slower, and finally stopped.

The door of the inner hall was ajar, low voices could be heard from inside, Shen Qingzhuo's heartbeat was deafening, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was who.

"Young Master!" The little eunuch who was waiting by the door found him and immediately shouted, "Young Master is here!"

In Changle Palace, the title of son always represents only one person.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and in the next moment, a deep and magnetic strange voice sounded: "Sir?"

The author has something to say:

After a lapse of two (one) years (chapters), Xiao Qi has grown up and returned!

This chapter just made me cry. Is Manman's tear point too low?And I wrote it while having diarrhea, and I wanted to cry even more...

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