It must have been sunrise, but the sky was still ambiguous. This was because the sky was covered with heavy clouds, and snow was pouring down, and this snow was heavier than usual, and it fell straight down without wind.

In the silent snowstorm, a man in black came slowly with an umbrella. When he saw his face, he immediately closed the window.

The man in the sedan chair that night.

Knock, knock.

A very polite knock at the door was followed by a silent wait. He Zhiyan finally opened the door with a cold face.

Chu Songluo looked up and down at what he said - he had no clothes at all when he was sent here last night, and what he was wearing now was also found by his subordinates temporarily, and the size was slightly larger, but he was wearing it with a sense of weakness. But his gaze obviously made He Zhiyan very displeased, he pursed his lips and said, "Is there anything Pei Xiaolangjun wants to find me?" ”

Chu Songluo said: "It's not him, it's me." He suddenly laughed, "Don't you invite me in?" ”

The smile was fleeting, like an illusion that I had put on him out of some kind of expectation. He stepped back to make way for him, so the man put away his umbrella, brushed off the snow on the hem of his clothes, and entered the house.

As soon as he entered the room, he looked like the master, and his eyes swept over the food box on the table, obviously He Zhiyan did not move it out of vigilance.

Chu Songluo slowly opened the food box, laid out the meals one by one, and said, "Don't worry about medicine, Pei Wen doesn't care if you live or die," he raised his eyes, just in time to catch He Zhiyan looking directly at him, "This is what I prepared." ”

He Zhiyan looked away in embarrassment, but he was still very calm. This man's cousin is far from being like an ordinary servant, "You...... Who are you? ”

"Who I am is more important than who I am?" Chu Songluo said: "But this is very good, let alone say." ”

He has changed into the cold appearance that He Zhiyan has seen before, although his face has not changed, and his words and deeds are also very humble, but there is a faint look of contempt. "It has been a long time since the nobles divided their forces and the etiquette collapsed. If you want to be born, at most you can only be a staff member in the shadows, speaking for others. I'm different. I want to abolish the power and the system of the world to the Son of Heaven, so as to make the country rich and the people safe—I am the prince of the previous dynasty, and I am about to become the Son of Heaven. ”

This truth made He Zhiyan feel like he had been struck by lightning, and he couldn't help but tremble. Indeed, Chu Songluo's every word made him feel a huge opportunity, he didn't care who was in power, but if Chu Songluo could succeed, then he would also have a greater say and become the helmsman of this country. He felt his throat dry for a while: "Am I useful to you?" ”

This time he could hear the man's low laughter.

"I want to abolish the nine products, change the subject to the examination to select talents, so that the children of the poor families in the world can enter Luojing, go to the court, and move the world with their talents. - Yes, I need you for that, let alone words. ”

At that time, it will become a precedent for convincing the stubborn forces - the poor can also produce talented masters. He Zhiyan was almost moved by the prospect he described, but suddenly remembered what happened in the carriage last night, and felt that his blood was heavily agitated, "Then you...... Why is he in Pei's Mansion again, being Pei Wen's servant? ”

For Pei Wen, Chu Songluo wanted to make him feel that "Chu Songluo's" love for Pei Wen was painful and struggling; For what to say, "Chu Songluo" does not have to have love. So the ambitious prince melted out of the ice and snow and melted into this warm room, his expression was a little gentle, a little bitter. He muttered to himself, "yes...... I've escaped from here, so why should I come back? ”

As if there was a subtle incitement, he almost immediately ridiculed: "I don't think that the love of children should not be in the consideration of those who seek to restore the country." ”

"Are you jealous?" Chu Songluo glanced at him in a little surprise, and then turned calm, "I thought that power would be more attractive to you, but if you want other rewards-" This reward reverberated on the tip of his tongue, looking meaningful, "It's not impossible." ”

"I know you're still skeptical that I'll succeed," he said, and rightly so; But now unless you choose me, you will have to live in this mansion for the rest of your life - you have lost your identity as a doorman. He said as he pushed open the door and held up his umbrella, "It's snowing heavily." ”

"The snow was deep last night, and this morning the flower farmers in Pei Mansion fell because of this, and they were buried in the west of the city."

Chu Songluo glanced back at He Zhiyan, "This flower farmer is called Lu Ji." If you want to see him, go west out of the city within this day. No one in Pei's Mansion will stop you. ”

He didn't seem to have something to say, but Chu Songluo glanced at the sky that was about to brighten and didn't want to say more.

"Pei Wen should wake up, I'm leaving."

***

The snow in Lokin is intermittent, but it is also huge. But the snow in Chudi has been continuous, and it has not been sunny for nearly ten days.

Not to mention that he saw the power of Chu Songluo's pocket, and learned from Lu Ji, and finally it was Chu Songluo's help. Pei Wen didn't have a good time - it wasn't that Chu Songluo treated him badly, but Pei Wen saw him less and less, and he was treated almost abnormally gently. In the first few days, he could still see Chu Songluo who rushed back with an umbrella when the sky was about to be polished, but then he lost his regularity, and most of the time he just came back in the middle of the night, gave him a kiss with the wind and cold on a snowy night, and then left in a hurry.

Pei Wen just didn't want to deal with the heavy burden of the whole family, so he acted like a gentleman, but he wasn't really stupid. He already had a vague premonition of what Chu Songluo was going to do, and now he was more and more sure of his judgment, but he could only not know what to do.

- He felt guilty that his family trapped Chu Songluo as a proton, and even "murdered" him, but he also knew that after Chu Songluo returned to the throne, the Pei family would definitely not have a good end.

He is the eldest son of the lineage.

Pei Wen's heart was in turmoil, and he had to get drunk like mud to fall into a deep sleep.

Chu Songluo is different from him, he has encountered changes in his family and country since he was a child, and when he wants to come to the childhood they spent together, only he thinks he is innocent, because he is probably also a scheming. Qingkui came over with wine again, looked at his face, swallowed back all the advice, and left the house quietly.

Today, it is rare for Luo Jing to be sunny, but Pei Wen is lazy and reluctant to go out. He vaguely heard from the rumors of his subordinates that there had been a large number of refugees who had frozen to death, but the imperial court was stingy in opening warehouses to release relief grain, and the people everywhere lived harshly, and the first case of unrest had already started, although it was quickly quelled, but there were still rumors everywhere, making people panic.

Pei Wen drank another glass of wine and felt his eyelids start to heavily—a good sign that he could finally stop thinking uselessly. But at that moment, someone held down his toast-raising hand.

"Chu Songluo." Pei Wen smiled meaninglessly, "What, don't you pretend to be 'Mu San' anymore?" ”

Chu Songluo said, "You are drunk. As he spoke, he leaned down to pick up Pei Wen, but he waved his hand away. Pei Wen stared at his eyes and sneered: "Finally stop playing those tricks and come to this set?" Could it be that you are determined to kill me, let me taste the sweetness first? Chu Songluo, I'm not that stupid. ”

Chu Songluo stretched out his hand to cover his gaze: "Don't look at me like this, Pei Wen." In any case, I will not be against you. ”

There was a hot and humid sensation in his palm, and there was an almost imperceptible tremor in Pei Wen's voice, "...... I, surnamed Pei. And you are Chu Songluo. ”

Chu Songluo didn't answer him - he almost laughed out loud just now because he remembered "Romeo, why are you Romeo", so he had to stop reading the lines and pretend to be deep.

Pei Wen misunderstood the silence, he seemed to have finally calmed down, slowly but firmly pulled his hand away, and said, "I will do Pei Wen well, cooperate with you, you don't touch the Pei family." ”

Chu Songluo said: "General Pei is the one who slashed my father's emperor. ”

"Then kill him." Pei Wen's lips lost their blood, and he pursed his lips and said, "Me and my father, if he dies, I will be your pawn - you don't touch the Pei family." ”

He said, "You know, I know neither poetry nor politics—I don't want revenge, and I don't leave an heir, and I don't ......," he struggled, lowered his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "...... Besides, I'll be obedient. ”

Chu Songluo was silent.

Pei Wen then stood up, reached out to hug his waist, took the initiative to explore his lips on tiptoe, and then took out a hand to take his hand, clumsily guiding him to his secret, and the tears that he had just calmed down couldn't help but fall out - in front of Chu Songluo, he always seemed to cry easily. He sobbed and said, "I haven't touched anyone else...... I haven't asked anyone else to touch it. I'm clean, you can use me as much as you can...... I listen to everything......"

Chu Songluo's dark eyes looked at him condensedly, with an inexplicable feeling, "I...... I don't want you to be like this, Pei Wen. ”

But Pei Wen couldn't listen to him anymore, he said, "I wasn't forced...... I...... I love you," he bit his lip, "and whatever you like me to do, I'm willing to do." He stuffed the customary whip into Chu Songluo's hand, took off his clothes haphazardly, knelt on the ground, and wanted to untie his belt, but he was always in a hurry and couldn't get out.

Chu Songluo threw away the whip and squatted down, picked up Pei Wen, put him on the bed, gently wiped away his tears, and responded to his kiss with a sigh. He was already very familiar with Pei Wen's body, and even without a whip, he was familiar with provoking Pei Wen's enthusiasm. He gave Pei Wen unprecedented gentle treatment, and he was fully prepared before sending himself into his body.

The servants and maidservants outside the door were cleared at some point, and the snow began to fall again.

A snow storm has set foot on the earth.

***

Many years later, the Chu Songluo regime stabilized, the power of the gate lord clan withered, the imperial examination system flourished, and the sages came out one after another, so the world returned to the heart, the national strength was strong, and there was a prosperous scene.

Not to mention the official and the ruler, it can be said that he is under one person, above ten thousand people, everyone knows that he is a legend from a poor family, a disciple taught by Lu Ji, the prime minister of the previous dynasty, and also the humerus henchman of the current emperor.

If you are in a high position, you will know a lot of secrets. The biggest secret that not only Yan knows is that although he has a deep affection for the queen who died early, there are still three or five concubines in the harem, and there is only one prince, but there is only one person who is deeply affectionate.

Pei Wen.

Although he refused to let Pei Wen know his affection.

That's nothing incomprehensible. This emperor, who has been betrayed, displaced in the first half of his life, and has suffered all the ups and downs and absurdities of the world, is afraid that his hot heart will be hurt, will be escaped, and will lose what he can have now. This person's conquest is always bold, but in front of Pei Wen, there is always a lot of trepidation.

Even the Son of Heaven, who reigns over the world, is a coward with tattered armor on the topic of "love". Not to mention the words - not to mention the words are more cowardly.

The warmth that he can use to chew the aftertaste is so short, only a night of trivial lingering, spelling and patching, but only a few words.

So it's better not to say, don't say it, so that you can hide it longer and not get hurt.

It's just that Chu Songluo left too early. The emperor was assassinated numerous times during his lifetime, and he also drove a personal expedition to expel Hu Lu and quell the rebellion. The scars of his life overlapped on top of each other, turning into a net that filtered away much of his time.

He entrusted his son to He Zhiyan, like the original promise, to give him the opportunity to steer the fate of a dynasty, and also wanted to penetrate the emotions in his heart, and with just a smile, he could honestly dedicate his life to this dynasty and assist the next monarch who was still young to grow up.

He burned his last life and years of burning affection to Pei Wen.

"In the next life, in the next life, you will not meet me like me." Before he died, he also cursed Pei Wen, "I'm going to die." I love you – all the time. ”

Word by word and the heat of the time since he was a teenager burned into Pei Wen's eyes, but his answer was too late for Chu Songluo to hear.

He said, "I know." ”

Don't reincarnate anymore - he vaguely sees the □□ of fate, and from now on there will never be this Chu Songluo.

Don't, it's reincarnation.

The world collapsed in an instant.

——End of this article——