Chen Jianjun sat on the soft chair of the Xinuan Pavilion, holding a hand stove and looking at the ice cubes hanging under the eaves in a daze.

On the bookcase next to him, the rice paper was spread out, and the pen and ink were fully prepared, but he didn't start writing for a long time.

He knew that something was wrong with his situation, but he didn't bother to bother with it. What about maintenance? What about the doctor's heart? He did not die at the age of thirty-eight, as he had feared before, but lived to the age of forty, and in the blink of an eye, he would be forty-one years old. But there's no fun in living like this.

He didn't find it interesting to do anything. Politics is an errand that has to be dealt with. Harem, he went to the harem a few times a few days ago, and no matter who he went to, he felt cold from the bottom of his heart. Those gentle whispers, picturesque smiles, he always felt that he was so far away from him, and he couldn't go to his heart at all, so he simply never went again.

Queen Yu still came to talk to him twice in three days, and after dinner, he only felt that he couldn't find more and more words to talk to Queen Yu.

Two days ago, Queen Yu also brought her niece Yu Miaoqing to present a picture of "Wealth and Joy" painted by the girl. He opened it, looked at it twice, and then put it down.

He thought the painting was fake. The fat doll with a split mouth and a smile looks like she is wearing a ceramic mask. The old man on crutches had a smile on his mouth but a cold look in his eyes. The large peonies also reveal a stiffness.

He opened his mouth and said, "If you paint such a picture, you will not please either me nor the prince." You might as well go and draw your own landscape map. "He's been talking like this lately, it's very direct, he doesn't want to wear a high-sounding skin everywhere anymore, so he simply tears off the real chapter.

The girl obviously didn't expect him to say such a thing, and the whole person was stunned, and then showed an expression of wanting to cry or not.

This expression pleased Chen Jianjun, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The queen and the two of them quickly knelt down to apologize, and then retired in great sorrow.

Chen Jianjun felt that Empress Yu might take her niece's anger when she went back. But let them be. If he is unhappy, he is unhappy, do you want him to pretend to be very appreciative to make them happy?

laughed at Queen Yu's aunt and nephew, which made Chen Jianjun happy for a while, but soon he fell into depression again.

He felt that he was trapped in the sticky and cold waters, and every time he moved, his body seemed to be dragging a thousand pounds of baggage, and he wanted to speak, but he was poured cold water into his throat, and he couldn't make any sound.

He sat in his chair, always groggy. After lying in bed, it is difficult to fully fall asleep. Because he was afraid of cold and drowsy, Huai En persuaded him several times to find a doctor to diagnose and regulate his pulse, but Chen Jianjun was tired of drinking those bitter medicinal juices and refused them all.

And so on until the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. As usual, Chen Jianjun led everyone in the palace to drink the reunion banquet, and then went to the city tower to set off fireworks, scatter copper coins and have fun with the people.

He did what he had to do. His body had been mechanically operating according to the rules, but his soul was not in the cavity.

Chen Jianjun stayed on the castle tower for a long time, and despite wearing a thick mink coat and a warm hat, he still felt that he was frozen.

After doing all this, I returned to the East Warm Pavilion, sat by the lavender cage and roasted for a while, and finally my stiff hands and feet were warmed up. But although the body is warm, the cold feeling in the heart cannot subside for a long time. He leaned almost half of his body on the lavender cage, and the chill in his heart did not decrease but increased, spreading to his throat, suffocating him.

He shouted at the top of his voice, "Wynne! Wynne! ”

Wynne trotted all the way over: "Your Majesty, the minion is here!" What does Your Majesty want? ”

"Put on my boots!"

"Is Your Majesty going to wear boots?" Wynne confirmed. Because wearing boots instead of shoes means that Chen Jianjun is going out. But it's almost late at night, and it's cold outside, where is the emperor going?

"Put it on for me!" Chen Jianjun became impatient. He had to get out, or he felt like he was going to suffocate to death.

Wynne didn't ask any more, and hurriedly put on his boots, a big hat, and a hat.

Chen Jianjun walked out and stood under the porch. The sound of firecrackers was heard in the distance, it was outside the Forbidden City, on the streets and alleys, and the people were celebrating the New Year.

The icy air rushed towards him, and the little heat that had just accumulated next to the lavender cage quickly dissipated.

"Your Majesty, where do you want to go?" Wynne asked cautiously beside him.

Where do I want to go? Where do I want to go? Chen Jianjun was at a loss in his heart. Although nominally he owned all the land of Great Yan, he felt that he could not find a place where he could truly return.

"Carry the chariot here." Chen Jianjun said.

Wynne didn't ask any more, and directly asked someone to carry the royal chariot over.

Chen Jianjun sat up, and then opened his mouth and ordered:

"Go to ......, Anxi Palace."

Wynne chuckled in his heart, but still bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Yes!" Your Majesty! ”

Then he raised his head and shouted: "Drive Anxi Palace!" ”

When Anxi Palace knocked on the door, the palace people who guarded the door were frightened, and then kowtowed to the ground with joy and wept, and stood up to report the news.

Chen Jianjun couldn't wait to report the news, and strode in.

Although the lights are sparse, Chen Jianjun can see that everything around him is still so familiar, in fact, it is not seen with his eyes, but with every step, many familiar scenes and scenes will emerge into his eyes and heart.

When I arrived at the door of the dormitory, I could see that the lights were still on in the hall, and Concubine Jin was obviously not sleeping yet. Chen Jianjun motioned for Huai En to directly open the cotton curtain, and he pushed open the door of the palace with his own hands, and then stepped in.

"Who is it?" A voice rang out. It was Jin Guifei's voice, but it was much older than Chen Jianjun's memory.

With the voice, a figure in a plain cotton robe walked out of the inner room. Chen Jianjun looked up, but he could barely recognize it.

For more than half a year, Chen Jianjun had not seen Jin Ling'er. Today, Jin Ling'er's hair has almost turned grayish.

Chen Jianjun mourned in his heart.

In the past, Jin Ling'er was a person who paid so much attention to her appearance, although she was no longer in her prime, she would still dress up gracefully and luxuriously. Now, she is completely like an old woman.

Chen Jianjun froze on the ground, unable to move.

Jin Ling'er saw that it was Chen Jianjun coming, and she opened her mouth and smiled very happily: "Xiao Jun, you are back!" ”

The ice in Chen Jianjun's heart burst layer by layer, and a bitter and spicy hot current rushed straight to his throat from the bottom of his heart. He stepped forward a few steps and threw himself into Jin Ling'er's arms, and Jin Ling'er hugged him: "Just come back!" It's good to be back! ”

Chen Jianjun's tears welled up.

She has become an old woman, and he is already a middle-aged person who is not confused. And the posture in which she held her was still exactly the same as when she was a young man and he was still ignorant.

Back then, whenever he was afraid, tired, or sad, he would throw himself into her arms for comfort. She would wrap her arms around him and bury him in her arms.

In all fairness, according to the original rules of the palace, she is not a good nanny.

Jin Ling'er has a very anxious temper, and Chen Jianjun was sensitive and obedient when he was a child. Jin Ling'er once burned Chen Jianjun when she fed him, and fell down and injured him when she carried him. Even, when Chen Jianjun lost his temper, Jin Ling'er slapped him behind his back.

Dare to slap the prince, this is simply a crime of disrespect, and it is not a pity to die. But Chen Jianjun never told others, because he didn't want to lose Jin Ling'er, because after everyone left, only Jin Ling'er remained with him, and her arms were always open for her.

And today, history repeats itself once again. When everyone abandoned him, she was the only one who was still here.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Chen Jianjun stayed in Anxi Palace.

Finally, after a great turn, he seemed to be back to square one, lying on her bed, sleeping on her arm.

Chen Jianjun almost immediately sank into his sleep, as if unconscious.

On the second day, the ancestors were worshiped in the morning, and the ministers were feasted in the afternoon.

Chen Jianjun announced in front of everyone that he had promoted Jin Guifei to the imperial concubine. It's like throwing a thunderbolt into the crowd.

So during the Spring Festival of this year, Jin Guifei returned to favor and became the golden emperor's concubine, which became the biggest news in the capital, not only the princes and ministers, but even the common people's families, were discussing what the Jin family was capable of, and when she was nearly sixty years old, her hair was white, and her teeth were shaken out, she could still make the emperor so favored.

It's a real favor. The emperor not only stayed in Anxi Palace at night, but even during the day, he was often locked in Anxi Palace and did not come out.

All the men of the Jin family, who have reached adulthood, have been given official positions; Those who already have official positions will be promoted. The niece of the Golden Emperor Concubine, the eldest lady of the Ye family, began to enter the palace again, and the Golden Emperor Concubine gave her red agate, green jade, mutton fat jade, and a complete set of heads, dressed up more magnificently than the princess.

All of a sudden, whether it was a married woman or an unmarried girl in the capital, they began to inquire what kind of secret recipe the imperial concubine used to maintain the favor for so long and firmly?

There are some three aunts and six women who take the opportunity to peddle exclusive secret recipes and make a lot of money.

The gossip spread lively, but in fact, life in Anxi Palace was very peaceful. It's too calm, so to speak.

Chen Jianjun stayed by Jin Ling'er's side day and night, but the two of them never had the slightest lust.

Chen Jianjun spent a lot of time sleeping soundly in Anxi Palace. At night, when he slept, Jin Ling'er lay beside him. During the day, when he slept, Jin Ling'er sat on the edge of his bed and did needlework.

In fact, Jin Ling'er's eyes are no longer good, and she has to rest after a few stitches. She sewed Chen Jianjun's middle coat. Anyway, she doesn't have to rush to work, she can sew as much as she can.

In fact, the important thing is not to sew clothes, but to have that atmosphere.

When Chen Jianjun was young, he took a nap during the day and didn't like to go back to his bedroom, so he liked to lie on Jin Ling'er's bed like this. Jin Ling'er looked at him while doing needlework.

The two tacitly recreated the scene of Chen Jianjun's childhood one by one.