Your Majesty favors the beauty of bamboo horse disease

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Invisible... male ghost?

Old Madam Zhong said that he wanted to sit down and have a chat with Shen Yuzhu, but he didn't go there right away. The Hundred Flowers Banquet was over, and Old Madam Zhong didn't want to leave the impression that they were "successful" in order to make him an empress.

In the twinkling of an eye, the new year is approaching, and according to the usual practice, the court will be closed from New Year's Eve until the opening of the court after the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

There used to be a banquet in the palace on New Year's Eve, usually the emperor, the empress dowager and other family members gathered together.

But there was no empress dowager in the palace, and Shen Yuzhu's harem was empty, so he took Xie Yuanshi to the hot spring garden on the outskirts of Beijing to celebrate the new year, just like he did during the two years since he took the throne.

Xie Yuanshi also received a reply to the family letter written by Xie Yuanshi to his parents who were far away in the south of the Yangtze River.

After taking a bath, Xie Yuanshi opened the family letter and folded three copies in the envelope, which were written by his father, mother and younger sister.

Xie Yuanshi's younger sister, Xie Yuanying, hadn't left the cabinet yet, and lived with her parents. The thickest pieces of letter paper folded in the reply were written by Xie Yuanying, and most of them were interesting trifles in life.

The princess was concerned about Xie Yuanshi's health in recent days, telling him to rest more and take good care of his body.

Suddenly a clean cloth towel fell from his head.

Xie Yuan, who was reading the letter, raised his head and looked back. There was still snowflakes outside on Shen Yuzhu's shoulders, and he wrapped his dripping hair with a cloth towel to dry it.

"What are you looking at so seriously that you don't even dry your hair after taking a shower?"

Xie Yuanshi raised his hand and showed him the letter in his hand: "I just finished washing, and I am reading the reply letter my father and the others wrote to me."

Shen Yuzhu stood behind him and wiped his hair, bent slightly and lowered his head: "Uncle Wang also wrote it? Can I read it?"

Xie Yuanshi answered without thinking: "Of course I can."

He unfolded the remaining thin letter paper with only one page, and the flamboyant handwriting on it filled the whole paper: "Be safe and don't read, listen to the emperor more and avoid trouble."

Xie Yuanshi turned the whole piece of paper over and over again, but didn't see any more words.

Xie Yuanshi: "..."

As expected of his father, and... Xie Yuanshi pointed at himself: "I look like someone who can cause trouble?"

Shen Yuzhu smiled lowly, "It seems that Uncle Wang still trusts me."

Xie Yuanshi: "When did I cause trouble?"

That's what he said the last time he went home, he was obviously always honest.

Shen Yuzhu ran his fingertips through his hair, loosened it gently, put on a new cloth towel and continued to wipe, "How could he really say that you caused trouble? He just wanted you to listen to me and recuperate. Don't always be sick."

Xie Yuanshi couldn't refute.

Shen Yuzhu: "Since Uncle Wang said so in his letter, let's start by drying our hair after bathing?"

Xie Yuanshi's tone was as sincere as possible: "You came in as soon as I picked up the letter after washing."

After speaking, afraid that Shen Yuzhu would not believe it, he emphasized: "Really."

"Look at the mirror over there." Shen Yuzhu motioned.

"Take a picture to see if you have heart written on your left cheek, and emptiness written on your right cheek."

Xie Yuanshi: "..."

"I'm not kidding you, today's New Year's Eve, the kitchen is making dumplings, what kind of stuffing do you like, tell them later, let them make more."

"No need," he didn't eat much, Xie Yuanshi said, "I can't finish it if I make too much."

"Anything else you want to eat?"

Xie Yuanshi thought about it, and was still a bit greedy for Qinghualou's sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

But it's not suitable to go back to the city to buy this now, and I don't have anything else I want to eat, so I shook my head and said, "No."

Shen Yuzhu wiped his hair until it was [-]% to [-]% dry, moved it over the charcoal basin, let the charcoal fire dry, and said: "Then tell me if you have anything you want to eat."

"Ah."

"By the way," Shen Yuzhu touched his bosom, and took out a wrapped paper bag from his clothes, "On the way back, I passed by Qinghua Building, and I bought your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It should be still warm. Try it. Try it."

Although he always knew that Shen Yuzhu was careful, but Xie Yuanshi was touched by his carefulness for a while and had nothing to say.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Shen Yuzhu said, "Don't want to eat this?"

"No." Xie Yuanshi took it over.

Shen Yuzhu looked over, and inexplicably saw a touch of emotion from his face: "Moved by, moved?!"

Xie Yuanshi: "..." You don't need to say it.

And what's the matter with such an unacceptable tone?

Shen Yuzhu murmured: "Then you are too easy to deceive, aren't you?"

Xie Yuanshi was puzzled: "What did you lie to me?"

Shen Yuzhu complained quietly: "I have taken care of you so many times, but you are actually moved because I bought an osmanthus cake?"

It was just because he just thought of wanting to eat osmanthus cake, before he could say it, Shen Yuzhu took it out.Why does it seem that he is so ungrateful when he says it?

Xie Yuanshi: "But what does that have to do with cheating or not?"

Shen Yuzhu unpacked the paper and spread it out on the table, "If some little girl buys it for you a few more times, won't she be able to abduct His Highness King Qin of Zhilan Yushu?"

Xie Yuanshi: "..."

Xie Yuanshi was speechless for a while: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

Shen Yuzhu pinched his cheek, "I'm not right?"

Xie Yuanshi yelled at him: "What's right? Little girl, you have the time to tease me here. Why don't you worry about the future and let Song Ge have a good year."

"After I don't establish a relationship, he won't even have a good time this year?" Shen Yuzhu replied casually.

"Well..." Xie Yuanshi tilted his head: "If you're embarrassed to repent, I can help you talk about it?"

Shen Yuzhu said densely: "You are quite thoughtful?"

Xie Yuanshi laughed and said, "Don't dare."

In the afternoon, Xie Yuanshi was lazily lying on the bed, the floor heating was burning in the room, his hands and feet were so hot that he felt weak, and he just wanted to be lazy.

But he didn't feel sleepy just after lying down, so he casually took out the idle books he found in the other garden to pass the time.

After turning two pages, Shen Yuzhu came over at this time. He took off his shoes and sat next to him, leaning over to see what Xie Yuan was looking at.

"When you came here, did you bring a story book?"

"No," Xie Yuanshi moved the book towards him so that he could see it too, "I found it in the corner."

"In the corner? In this room?" Shen Yuzhu was surprised, he had never brought anyone else to this hot spring villa except Xie Yuanshi, and only Xie Yuanshi had lived in this room.

How did you pick up the book in the corner?

Xie Yuanshi nodded: "That's right, a lot of dust fell on it, I wiped the cover back and forth many times to make it look clean."

Xie Yuanshi didn't worry too much about how he picked up the book: "Maybe the servant in charge of cleaning accidentally dropped it."

"Well, what was written earlier?"

Xie Yuanshi thought about it: "It's nothing. It's just a scholar who went to Beijing to take an exam. He encountered heavy rain on the way and hid in a dilapidated temple. The temple was haunted by ghosts. He was so frightened that he had no other place to go."

Shen Yuzhu frowned: "Why are you a scholar again?"

Xie Yuanshi smiled and said, "Maybe it's because the people who write the books are all scholars."

Shen Yuzhu turned a page back, there was a gloomy wind in the temple, raindrops were constantly blowing against the weak window lattice outside, and the white sails hanging in the empty and gloomy hall were constantly being blown by the wind, accompanied by the whining of the wind. .

The scholar who was dumbfounded by reading was huddled in the corner, holding a Buddhist scripture to ward off evil spirits, when suddenly he felt someone tap on his shoulder, so scared that he didn't dare to turn his head back, he could only scream "Ah" and close his eyes .

"This time the scholar won't be scared to death by the female ghost again?"

Xie Yuanshi vaguely felt that the plot was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he saw it, probably because the combination of scholar and female ghost was so common, and last time he wrote an article himself.

But this time the author wrote it with a terrifying mood. Thinking of Shen Yuzhu's whimsical thoughts last time, "Isn't this scholar also scared to death?"

"Well, let me take a look..." Shen Yuzhu read quickly, turned two pages back, and his expression suddenly became weird.

"What's wrong? What's written next?"

Xie Yuanshi followed him suspiciously and wanted to turn over the pages of the book he had erected and look at the contents behind, when Shen Yuzhu pulled the other end of the book and slowly pulled the book away from his hand.

Xie Yuanshi: "?" I'll show you, why are you still robbing?

Do you know how to share, huh?

"What are you doing? Show me." Xie Yuanshi stretched out his hand, Shen Yuzhu hid the book behind him again, his eyes wandered, and he said slowly: "That... this book may not be suitable..."

It's okay if he doesn't do this, but the more he is like this, it arouses Xie Yuanshi's curiosity, and he throws his arms around Shen Yuzhu's waist to reach the hidden script.

The fresh scent of ebony cedar clung to his chest, Shen Yuzhu moved a beat slower, and the book was taken away by Xie Yuanshi.

Xie Yuanshi was afraid of being snatched away by Shen Yuzhu again, "唰唰唰" turned a few pages, and scanned the key words at a glance.

The clothes are scattered on the ground...

invisible……

Male ghost?

? ?

The author says:

No more knowing how to hang up a leave note, if there is nothing, there is a high probability that it is written and written and fell asleep, covering your face;

This chapter makes up for yesterday, and there is another one tonight