Drunken Exquisiteness

It was light and cold, warm green and spring red was still covered in the unmelted snow, and the oncoming wind was no longer so biting. The several pine trees are thick and thin, the snow color melts, and it is still green and dripping, and the pavilions cover the Songyu Terrace. Occasionally a bird pounced down, rustling a few residual snow, but the surrounding area was extremely quiet.

The sun is rare. Baguio came here with Qing Chen holding a few books and Dan Qiong was drying some scrolls in front of the gallery from a distance. In the green pine shadows, the spring shirts are thin, which is a quiet and picturesque scene.

After the Yanxi Palace incident, Dan Qiong escaped from the dead, and his temperament was much calmer, and he was no longer as childish as before, as if he grew up a lot all of a sudden, which made people very relieved. Although the crown prince has been abolished as the crown prince, he has been living in Songyutai since his return from Zhuozhou, saying that he has lost his power, but the Qingping princess comes to Songyutai every few days. Everyone sees the wind and makes the rudder and speculates on the holy intention. No one dared to show this expression.

After picking up the steps and going to the front court, Qing Chen turned around and said to Baguio: "Go find Dan Qiong and speak, I'll go in by myself."

Baguio agreed to go. Qing Chen entered, and Ye Tianhao was writing a book before he bowed his first case. He saw people coming in, looked up, but didn't say anything. After writing a few more words, Fang put down the pen and said with a smile: "Now you fall Became a frequent visitor to Songyu Terrace."

Qing Chen stepped forward to look at the stack of manuscripts he had just completed, and smiled: "I'm here for this." Recently, she often came to Songyutai, and became more and more familiar with the same night Tianhao, always listening to him chatting about history. After sitting for half a day, the two were quite speculative.

Ye Tianhao raised his hand to study the ink, Dan Feng's clear eyes were raised slightly under the slanting sword eyebrows, with a rare smile, flashing like stars: "Maybe you can make a comment."

Qing Chen raised his eyes to look at that smile. The gentle, gentle but always alienated Prince, who was often seen in the past, is now a little bit more unrestrained in his gestures, chatting and laughing without fetters, commenting on ancient and modern political history with a thousand words on the paper, brilliant and reborn. It makes people feel novel. I think he really has faded the matter of the abolition to the extreme. In the nine-fold deep palace, the emperor's family, such a character was born, and I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse. She put the manuscript back for a while, smiled slightly and said, "But it's not just for this today, there is a purpose."

The white hand on Duanyan suddenly stopped, and the elegant reflection dangled in the ink shadow, and the long sleeves swept away, and Ye Tianhao raised his head.

Qing Chen said: "It's an oral order."

Ye Tianhao wore a smile on his face, got up and knelt. Qing Chen, facing south and back, stood still, constricted and declared: "The eldest son of the emperor Hao is named King Qi, and this is the honor."

The slender body in front of him was obviously stiff, his eyebrows furrowed, he looked over. Qing Chen smiled and said, "The purpose is only this sentence."

Ye Tianhao regained his senses, and suddenly smiled, "I thank my father and the emperor for his grace." Knocking down.

"Okay." Qing Chen announced the order, sitting back in front of the case with a relaxed expression, "Now I can read the manuscript."

Ye Tianhao said nothing, patted his clothes, sat in front of the case and continued to study ink. The ink scented slightly for a few laps, but it was frozen there, staring at the front in a daze.

"This draft is over?" Qing Chen asked casually, flipping through the manuscript, but did not see an answer. He looked up and saw Ye Tianhao's pensive appearance, knowing that he would not be able to let it go, and coughed slightly.

Ye Tianhao looked at her: "Huh?"

Qing Chen sorted out the manuscript in his hand: "If this manuscript is finished, your Highness may as well take it to the emperor to see it personally, so that I don't have to memorize it and make an oversight."

"What?" Ye Tianhao was taken aback.

Qing Chen said with a smile: "The emperor has taken his heart to this "Country Strange Chronicles" now and often asks about it." She came to Songyutai every few days, and once she was free, she took the opportunity to write the manuscript in her heart. Tell the emperor one by one, after more than a month, seeing that the emperor was attracted by this manuscript, the anger of hating iron and steel gradually disappeared, and finally had today's will.

However, there was only such a verbal message. The treasure book, golden seal, honor guard, and mansion of the king were not ordered, nor did he say that people should leave Songyutai.

Ye Tianhao didn't want her to be so caring, and sighed, "It's hard for you."

Qing Chen said: "There is no overnight hatred between father and son, the emperor's father has already regressed, so his highness should not be frozen."

Even though Ye Tianhao's face was the same, he was really worried about the drunken spirit and set the East Palace on fire that day, and said, "I am ashamed of the Holy Grace."

Qing Chen suddenly thought of something and pushed the booklet on the desk: "Almost forgot, look at this."

Ye Tianhao opened the blue cloth wrapped around the scroll, and when he saw it, Meifeng raised his eyebrows lightly: "The Collection of Xianfang?" He flipped through it and said, "This is Liu Chuancheng's lone copy, extremely rare." Surprise.

Qing Chen said: "It's really rare. Someone has spent a lot of effort to find it for you."

Ye Tianhao's originally joyful expression froze slightly, knowing that he likes this set of books, for fear that there is only one person.

Qing Chen then said lightly: "I had a fetal gas a while ago, and I have been resting for a long time."

Ye Tianhao couldn't help but cast an inquiry and glanced: "What?"

Seeing that he was finally anxious, Qing Chen said: "It's no longer a hindrance, now it looks like a lot of people are abundance."

Ye Tianhao unexpectedly loosened his heart, remembering that he was out of Beijing that day, and there was a painful but contradictory look in his eyes. The long wind was raging and the heavy snow was bitter. On the way to Zhuozhou, there was a figure obstinately following. From Yige City to the north, he followed closely behind him, staggering forward in the deep snow, covered by a long black cloak. The figure hides his face, but he knows who it is at a glance.

The softest part of my heart seemed to be pressed tightly by something, almost breathless, forcing people to go crazy. Although she didn't look at her cruelly, it was because she had been engraved deeply, and it hurt her bones when she moved.

On that day, Luan Fei heard the will of the Emperor of Heaven and was willing to go to Zhuozhou with Ye Tianhao, so she accidentally moved her fetus. Qing Chen thought for a while, but finally didn't tell Ye Tianhao any more. He was still concerned about Luan Fei, so it was good.

Ye Tianhao was silent for a while, and said, "Thank you."

Qing Chen smiled and said: "I am also entrusted by others. Besides, Luan Fei is my sister after all."

Ye Tianhao suppressed the emotions in his heart, and smiled: "You and your fourth brother are careful in everything, just don't follow the old path of Luan Fei and me."

Qing Chen was taken aback, everyone in the palace thought she was King Zhan's person, and didn't want Ye Tianhao to see it clearly, or for someone like him to see it too clearly, but it was rare to be confused.

Ye Tianhao was surprised when she saw her, but smiled: "The fourth brother has been close to me since he was a child, and he can't help but understand a little bit better than others. Everyone in this palace is dirty, but he has a sincere heart for me. It's just that he is cold tempered and has something in his heart. I don't want to say, if there is a collision any day, you can bear it more."

Qing Chenfeng's eyes lifted slightly, and the faint wave of light was soft and affectionate, "If I recognize him, it is him."

The hearty reappearance in Ye Tianhao's eyes: "Fourth brother is more blessed than me."

Qing Chen said: "Misfortune and good luck are fate, you must not miss it."

Ye Tianhao sighed deeply in his words: "Everyone has his own life, good fortune makes others."

Qing Chen said: "Although fate is fixed by heaven, it is also up to people. It only depends on who is stronger between you and God." It is exactly what Ye Tianling once said.

Ye Tianhao smiled and sighed: "That is, you have a temperament like you, so you can hold him down!"

Qing Chen smiled without saying a word, his eyes were infinitely gentle and deep as promised. At the bottom of the tender feelings, there was a firmness that was impressed. She didn't know how far and how difficult the road was, but she knew that no one could let go anymore.

"Notes on Daily Life in the Forbidden Kingdom", Volume 57, Chapter 13, Beginning on the 126th day of Tiandufan.

"... Wang Qi entered and submitted a draft of "Country Strange Chronicles", and the Emperor Yue said it all night. In the spring of the 26th year of Shengwu, Wang Qiqi entered the Taichang Division of Yinghua Hall, majoring in the general history of Li Dynasty."