Set fire in your heart

The visitor was against the light, Qiong Pei Shanshan, ringing like a bell, and the crown was worn cross-body on the head.

Dressed in gorgeous embroidered dragon clothes, he is the young emperor of the world.

boy face...

The visitor was against the light, Qiong Pei Shanshan, ringing like a bell, and the crown was worn cross-body on the head.

Dressed in gorgeous embroidered dragon clothes, he is the young emperor of the world.

The young man looked expressionless as if he came by the wind, and his robes fluttered casually as he walked, as if today was not Emperor Shang's ascension to the throne, but he was away from the world and went to Qiyue Mountain to invite the moon with wine.

Those brows and eyes were full of cold mist.

In a trance, everyone is in a daze.

The boy's steps were slowed down and lingering while raising his hands and brushing his sleeves.

In the end, Lie Lie's crimson robe floated down, like flowers in full bloom——

The boy took the highest seat.

Is he really the emperor of the world?All beings sighed secretly, kneeling like a big dream, shouting——

"See Your Majesty."

The young man's voice was flat, and he said, "Normal."

Waking up from a big dream.

After the first month, Yu Miao's year name was set as Zhengjia.

That night.

Wintersweet pokes into the corner window, its red petals are gently moved——

"I heard that Feng Chang likes orchids. There are countless bonsai in the house. After a while, the plum will fall off. It must be the orchids that are just about to bloom."

Behind the thick fur scarf, only a pair of good-looking tails were left. Narrowing her beautiful eyes, Yu Miao picked up the golden gun from the table, and Pei Wuyin, who was kneeling before the collapse, lit fireworks for him.

on the lips.

The incense is lingering in front of the screen painted with shadows falling in the Minghu Lake and Qingdai light.The splendid lanterns of the palace set off the shadow of the reclining emperor.

Zhang Jiu's upright body was extremely stiff at the moment, and his green shirt was trembling slightly.

He lowered his eyes, afraid that his eyes would be scorching between the young man's hands and lips.

I dare not... Zhang Jiu sighed bitterly in his heart.

He heard himself say:

"Your Majesty likes it, and I will give it all to His Majesty."

Yu Miao swallowed the clouds and breathed out the fog, just in high spirits.

"Can Fengchang be willing?"

It is widely rumored in Kyoto that Zhang Fengchang is clearly a man who seeks fame and reputation, but prefers Lan Ruqi, but Zhang Jiu's name is on the list left by Emperor Dewu for him.

is available.

Yu Miao only knew that he was from a poor family in Yingchuan, and was promoted by Emperor Dewu because he studied under the famous scholar Yuanshan who had retired from seclusion.

In the brochure, Emperor Dewu commented on him as "a great talent! Wang Zuozhi's talent!"

He is obviously the official in charge of etiquette in the ancestral temple, yet he is given the reputation of being a villain, a villain... Isn't this imperial court a big dye tank?To be able to achieve the position of Fengchang, it is normal to have both sides, corruption and bribery.

Yu Miao looked at Zhang Jiu carefully now. He was handsome, thin and tall, and his green shirt and casual clothes made him look more dignified.

However, the eyebrows are slightly thinner, the eyes are raised, and the lips are also very thin, showing a lack of affection.

No, Zhang Jiu's parents died in exile in the data, and he has never married a wife after he was over thirty.

There is only one side between the two.On the short table are scattered plum petals.

There was a wide open window beside him, and suddenly a piece of flying flowers fluttered into the half bottle of sake in front of Zhang Jiu.

Zhang Jiusu bowed, covering his cheeks with his wide sleeves, and said, "I am willing."

It's upright to behave in front of him.

Yu Miaoyang smiled, but it disappeared quickly.He tapped the cigarette rod on the table in his hand.

"The widow doesn't want to give up love."

"I summoned Fengchang today just to say that I am young and have little knowledge, and I am very distressed because I don't know anything about the court. But I feel that Fengchang is trustworthy."

The smoked voice was mixed with a slight hoarseness.

Zhang Jiuxin seemed to have been rubbed by something, and he slowly lowered his arms.The moment the sleeves rolled down and he raised his eyes, it was like a glimpse of surprise. When the boy's eyes met his, he was in a daze.

In the [-] years of his life, he has met countless people, no matter whether he is a son of aristocratic family or Chu Guan, none of them have the feeling of being drunk by the young emperor.

——The temperament is too unique.

Like a wandering lone traveler, riding a horse in a romantic manner.

And that overly glamorous appearance made him tainted with all kinds of flavors in the world.

He belongs to the golden palace and the prosperous world.

It was the emperor in his prime, those eyes filled with mist in the world...

Zhang Jiu sighed slightly: "Your Majesty's great love will make the minister unable to walk his own way again."

He raised his hand and raised the half-bottle of sake, and drank it with his head held high, forgetting all the worries in the first half of his life.

"However, it is my honor to be loved by His Majesty."

Quietly watching Zhang Jiu drink the wine and surrender, in fact Yu Miao is not a talkative person, he opened his eyes lazily, and saw the other party Xiuren's pale hand resting on the wine bottle, the blue veins were clearly visible, like the cocoons of a scholar who used to write.

He thought, he also has calluses on his hands, but he just practiced martial arts.

Became the emperor, he lived his days day by day, but he got up early and listened to people's nagging before leaving the court.

His expression became less and less every day, and he became more and more decadent. He missed the computer entertainment facilities very much, and it was really itchy not to touch his guitar.

People die or explode in silence.

Yu Miao still remembered a passage from the adventure animation she watched before.

"Look around, it's scary and strange,"

"Go head on, charge out like a bull,"

"That's how people grow."

So in the ancient times when there were no entertainment facilities, Yu Miao thought——

He has to play a big ticket so as not to lose himself.

Take the world as the game!

So Yu Miao looked deeply at Zhang Jiu: "I heard that you have a grudge with the Gongsun family?"

Zhang Jiu looked at him in astonishment, "Your Majesty...how does Your Majesty know?"

Everyone said that he, Zhang Jiupanyan, liked to curry favor with the Taiwei most.

Now Yu Miao didn't hide her smile, the corners of her mouth curled up and said nothing.

Seeing what Zhang Jiu wanted to ask, he had no choice but to give up, but he no longer felt disrespectful or contemptuous.

After the lights warmed up and the wine poured, Zhang Jiu resigned.

In the conversation just now, Zhang Jiu seldom drank with Yu Miao because of his age.

After the people left, Yu Miao drank a cup by herself.He and Pei Wuyin were the only ones left in the huge and gorgeous palace.

Yu Miao lay lazily on the bed, her cheeks were flushed, and her robes were disheveled.He also drank a lot, and didn't take his ten-year-old body seriously.

But really a little drunk.

There are dark fragrances floating among the carved beams and painted buildings, including the fragrance of incense and the fragrance of plum blossoms.

He thought of the 18 years he had experienced, and recalled the absurd and sloppy things he had experienced in his youth.

Maybe it's really drunk, and the past events that I usually don't think of can now feel a little bit of nostalgia in my heart.

In his mind, he and a person were sitting on the threshold of the ruined temple, overlooking the faint green hills. There was only a pack of [-] rods of Fu Rong Wang. The two of them smoked and didn't know who smoked an extra rod. Finally, he touched it. The cigarette case was empty.

The man laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, took a sharp puff and twirled the cigarette around his fingertips and brought it to his mouth.

At that time, he continued to smoke, and also laughed.

Because I was contaminated with tobacco and alcohol early on, my voice became hoarse and my stomach hurt.

He almost forgot what he looked like.

Time flies, and people are full of melancholy.

Yu Miao turned around, facing the window directly.

When the cold wind blows, the drunkenness dissipates a lot, and many thoughts are fleeting.

Outside the window are many luxuriant plum trees. Now the palace where the predecessor died belongs to him immediately. I really don’t know how the emperors of all ages endured it.

But the beauty of the eyes is very beautiful, and people always appreciate beauty.

Yu Miao twitched the corners of her mouth in a good mood. Recently, many things have gone smoothly, and the things he planned are also going according to his expectations.

As for how he knew that Zhang Jiu had an enmity with Gongsun's family... Since his father left him manpower, he must give full play to the role of "Emperor Eagle Dog".

In the Ming Dynasty, Jin Yiwei supervised all officials and acted as the emperor's blade.And what Yu Miao wants is to give full play to the value of the highest slave owners in this absurd world where slavery and feudalism coexist, and use these people to monitor officials and suppress aristocratic families.

Of course, the palace can take in slaves and train lackeys.

Yu Miao leaned against the window case, with Bai Jingsu propping her head on her hands, her sleeves hanging down.Quietly thinking, he just lacks time.

The wind blows for a while, and the drunkenness is completely gone.Plum blossoms were swaying all over the eyes, a scene of peace and happiness, Yu Miao just stared lazily, then turned around, squinted at the fallen slave, and kicked her feet.

"Ayin, come up."

The deformed slave, who was as silent as a stone, moved, and he climbed carefully onto the couch where the master was.

"Well...Master...people."

I have practiced for a long time, but my words are still not smooth.Pei Wuyin lowered his head in frustration, but to his great surprise, the master buried his head in his arms, and warmth spread from his chest.

Pei Wuyin was at a loss as to what to do, but his heart seemed to melt.

Of course Yu Miao didn't pay attention to what this person who couldn't speak originally called him.

He said: "I don't want to sleep on the bed of a dead person, even if everything is changed, just sleep here today, don't close the window."

There are plenty of charcoal fires in the hall, and he is afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning in the airtight.And for some innate reason, his hands and feet are always terribly cold, that's why he especially needs a big man like Pei Wuyin to warm the bed.

With a source of heat, Yu Miao got into the opponent's arms and closed her eyes without any psychological pressure due to the exhaustion caused by drinking.

It's been a long time.

Pei Wuyin's stiff body did not relax until the breathing of the person in his arms slowed down.He clenched his throat because sleeping with his master felt like something was going to erupt inside him.

After a while, he embraced the slender waist with his hands according to his wish, arched his back, like a bowed breast-feeding beast, and licked the forehead of the person in his arms tenderly.

The night was very quiet.

He focused on his master's face, and thought to himself, the person who came today is so annoying, the master's eyes are all on that person, and he smiles happily.

And the way that person looked at his master made him feel very uncomfortable...

The author says:

I am really flattered that there are so many partners joining the group suddenly. Really, thank you for your support!