It's another cold year.

The snow is fluttering, and the north wind is bleak, non-stop, like fifteen years ago.

"Hey, master, my ancestor, you go slowly, don't worry, the road is slippery, don't fall~" A small water-green jacket, covered tightly by a dark cloak, long black hair coiled into a palace maid-like ear bun, and a small melon seed face, if it weren't so noisy, she should be considered a beauty.

"Xixiao, if you are so noisy again, I will ask the emperor to give you a good family and send you out of the palace." Qingping joked and laughed.

"Ahh The smile is majestic and high-spirited, and the little face is bulging, like the white jade rat that belonged to the country a while ago.

"Master, I don't have time to take care of you, you are a little palace maid and you can't enter the palace, go back. Don't freeze outside for two hours like last time, and in the end you have to worry about the master when you get sick, and I don't know if you will take care of the master or the master will take care of you. Qingping couldn't help but tease her when he looked at her spirited.

But she didn't want her to droop her head: "I was wrong last time, but this time I wore a thick one to ensure that I won't have typhoid fever again." Master..."

The person in front of him seemed to finally hear their conversation, "Go back", and the tone of voice remained the same as usual.

"Oh." Xixiao replied in a low voice, knowing that this matter was decided, he glared at Qingping fiercely before turning around, and walked towards the way he came.

Qingping touched his nose helplessly, knowing that this girl would settle the account on her head.

Although the young man who walked in front did not look back, he seemed to see this scene, and his footsteps paused, "After the morning is dispersed, go outside." ”

Qingping understood, and grinned at the smile, "The master said that he would leave the palace in a while..."

"I want the hemp cake of Wei Xin Zhai, um... I want sesame seeds, sugar crisps, and red beans!! "The smile and joy look even more like the white jade rat who is eating and drinking in the Yuhuan Palace.

"I really don't know how Aunt Xiyan is such a dignified person, how can she have such a detached sister?" Qingping muttered quietly.

"Hmm." The low tone seemed to be a little different from usual, with a faint smile, but the voice was quieter, easily blown away by the wind, and no one heard, and no one noticed the fleeting curvature of the corner of the young man's lips.

In the main hall, the emperor was dressed in a dark brocade embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, and reclined on the dragon chair in the middle of the main hall. The ministers have long been surprised.

The emperor wore this dark brocade twelve years ago, breaking the tradition of the emperors of previous dynasties to tailor their clothes in bright yellow brocade.

At that time, there was even an old minister's death advice, and on the Nanmu pillar in the center of the main hall, the red blood flowed down the five-clawed golden dragon coiled on the pillar, and then dripped on the ground drop by drop, gathering into a small pool of blood and condensing under the old minister's body, slowly turning black.

And the emperor still sat quietly on the dragon chair, just watching the farce, until the old minister's body no longer had the strength to struggle, and only a breath was left, only a sigh of breath was left, and it was a pity that the golden dragon on the Nanmu pillar was proclaimed the imperial doctor.

In the end, the old minister's life was saved, but he never went to the main hall again.

It's not that it's chilling, it's scared. It is rumored that after he was carried down, the emperor said a word.

"I like adult beauty the most. But what other Aiqing wants to go down in history? ”

It is good to leave a name in history, but everyone in the world knows that history is written by the victors, how can a strategist shake the annals of the Son of Heaven?

Sure enough, he is a king.

At this point, no one has paid a beak. In fact, there is only one piece of clothing left and right, and the emperor wears it if he likes it, and he can't take it off as a courtier. If this is the case, it is really the sin of the Nine Clans.

This is the blood of the court, and the harem outside the court also made a story of friendship and charm for this Xuanyi. It's just a mixed bag.

Sure enough, the person standing on the commanding heights can set off a bloody storm even if he changes his clothes.

"Prince, what do you think?" The man on the dragon chair listened to the ministers' playbook, raised his heroic eyebrows, and threw the topic to Mo Yu.

"Back to my father, what Fang Shangshu said is reasonable."

"Oh?" As if he didn't expect Mo Yu to say this, the emperor hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a hint of imperceptible interest in his eyes.

"It's just that although Erchen heard very early on that Fang Zhuoliang, the servant of the Ministry of Officials, is honest and loyal, and his ability is far above Erchen, he should be the best candidate this time, but although Erchen is stupid and has shallow qualifications, he is not enough to succeed, but Erchen, as the prince of Sheng Qian, should relieve his father's worries, so as to be worthy of his father's teaching to Erchen. Therefore, the sons of the emperor implored their father's grace to allow Fang Shangshu to advise, so that the sons could go to receive food for disaster relief and appease the refugees! Mo Yu lowered his head, his hands were at the level of his forehead, seemingly respectful, but in fact, he covered his face tightly, and others could not see the slightest.

The words were humble, but he spat a mouthful of phlegm on the faces of Fang Shangshu's father and son, and directly tore Fang Shangshu's skin.

Those who can stand on top of the court are all human spirits, and this recommendation is clear. Except for a few who had already stood in line, everyone else looked like they didn't dare to come out, for fear of being involved in the court dispute, and in the end they were not even left with slag.

"The minister is terrified, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince praises falsely. The courtiers are willing to share the worries for His Majesty, but the courtiers are vulgar and unbearable, and the disaster relief is a major matter related to the livelihood of His Majesty's thousands of children. "Fang Shangshu is an old man in the court, and when he heard Mo Yu's words, he knew that if this matter was not over, his son's career would be over.

Fang Shangshu's words are wrong. How could his father, the emperor, be benevolent and love the people, and blame Fang Shilang for a little mistake? Could it be that in Fang Shangshu's heart, his father is a person who is very happy and does not know what to do? Mo Yu was stunned word by word, and every word was heartfelt.

"The emperor is aware of it, and Weichen has no such intentions!" Fang Shangshu was prostrate on the ground, his straight back trembling almost invisibly, the court was a place to eat people, and he would lose all the dishes if he accidentally did it.

The sweat was fine and densely oozing, falling on the gold-inlaid floor drop by drop, and the court was so quiet that only the breathing of three people could be heard, one was the emperor who was high, the other was the solemn and calm Mo Yu, and the other was the king of Zhaoyang who was fiddling with his nails carelessly.

"Ahh King Zhaoyang fiddled with his nose and looked up at the emperor who was lying on a high seat idly, and it happened that the emperor was also looking at him because of this sneeze, and his face was joking: "King Zhaoyang, isn't it cold at night?" ”

One sentence broke the stagnant atmosphere in the court.

Fang Shangshu tried the sweat on his forehead, and said in his heart, King Zhaoyang finally did a good thing. Silently cleared his throat, took a small step forward, respectfully made a gesture to the emperor, and said with a sneer, "King Zhaoyang has just accepted a concubine, it must be a happy night, right?" ”

Fang Shangshu thought that he had received this very well, but he never thought that King Chaoyang would not answer his words at all.

"Brother Wang just finished educating Mo Yu and came to tease me too much, right?" Chaoyang straightened his sleeves with an innocent face. It's just that poor Fang Shangshu is still outside the queue, embarrassed and embarrassed, and hasn't gotten up yet.

"Brother Wang, my brother came to the court this time to tell you something important. The civil epidemic situation cannot be delayed any longer, and we must immediately send relevant officials to the disaster relief, otherwise, I don't know how many more people will die. I just heard the conversation between Fang Shangshu and the crown prince, and it was not unreasonable. The younger brother thought that it was better to just send Mo Yu to go, and the younger brother happened to be going to meet an old man, so it would be good to have a companion with him? ”

"Uncle Wang, what you said is extremely true. Although the nephew values Fang Shilang's personality very much, since Fang Shangshu intends to prevent his sons from wishing to be adults, he and Uncle Wang went to the people for disaster relief. ”

"Alright, it's up to you two. I'm tired, so let's retreat. ”

"The ministers send off the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live..." It's just pitiful, Fang Shangshu, who was kneeling alone outside the court, sweated his entire cheeks.

There is no trivial matter in the court, and now there is a thing, and the rumors of the Ming Dynasty will be scattered all over the world. There is an ancient saying, "The tree falls down, and the wall falls, and everyone pushes it." "When everyone is gone, no one dares to step forward to help Fang Shangshu, but it's no wonder that others, after all, one is the crown prince of the dynasty, and the other is the emperor's confidant King Zhaoyang, who has the courage to dare to save their face in public.

"Fang Shangshu, this is already in the court, hurry up. Your loyalty to the emperor already knows it, so you don't have to embarrass yourself here. Mo Yu stepped forward and firmly helped Fang Shangshu up.

Fang Shangshu's legs and feet were weak, but he still held on, thanked him, and walked outside.

"Why do you think you are doing this? Self-surrendered identity, people may not appreciate it. King Zhaoyang leaned idly on the golden pillar and yawned.

"It seems that Uncle Wang was really tired last night. Let's go, nephew invites you to drink. Thank you Uncle Wang for your help just now. Mo Yu hooked the corners of his lips, bringing out a little bit of banter.

The breeze slowly stirred up the young green silk, reflecting the rising sun, revealing a picturesque thrush. Many years later, King Zhaoyang still can't forget the young Mo Yu who pretended to be old in the morning light, a handsome son.