On the eaves of the Zichen Palace, the glazed tile gold roof shines in the noon sun, and Shan Yunxin is sitting on the chair in an ink robe, holding a scroll in one hand and playing with Buddha beads in the other.

Soon, however, this illusion was shattered.

Chang Shun hurriedly bowed in, and handed a thin roll of paper over his head with both hands, "Holy Lord, this is from outside the palace, please take a look." ”

Shan Yunxin casually threw the scroll on the table, took it, and unfolded it.

"Let Chi Qinglang come to see me immediately." Shan Yunxin lowered his hand and threw the note into the incense burner.

"Minion Command." Chang Shun moved quickly, and when he left the hall, he raised his hand to call someone to do it.

Shan Yunxin lowered his eyes and looked at the exquisite bronze incense burner on the table, the originally rich and heavy Buddha incense had a bit of burnt smell, and the red light of the burning white paper was faintly visible.

He also had a red orangutan under his eyes, and he took a deep breath of cloudy aroma.

Shan Yunxin only felt that Master An Yin's skills were not as good as before, but the smell of the spices he prepared did not make people feel calm.

On the contrary, it was the smell of the dream, with a confused, warm, like a fragrance born from flesh and blood, which made him feel more at ease.

Shan Yunxin thought of the dream, and felt a little irritable, the people who were hugging him every day in the dream could not be seen during the day.

I haven't seen her for many days, but it makes her have other thoughts? Thinking of this, Shan Yunxin twisted the sandalwood beads engraved with scriptures, and was a little distracted for a while.

"Your Majesty, did you enter the Buddha's disciple or become a Taoist disciple? Weichen couldn't understand it. Ji Qinglang's voice recalled Shan Yunxin's distractions.

"Wechen see Your Majesty." Chi Qinglang bowed slowly and leisurely.

Shan Yunxin waved his hand casually and asked him to sit down opposite him.

"Come so late, who is the eldest son of Chi stumbling?" Shan Yunxin stretched out his long arm, took out the blue-skinned book from Chi Qinglang's waist, and shook it off twice.

As soon as Chi Qinglang saw his attitude, he also had a measurement, and he was not in a hurry to answer the question, but begged for water, "Wechen galloped all the way and his legs were sour, and on a hot day, His Majesty didn't say to give Weichen a bowl of herbal tea." ”

Shan Yunxin looked at the chess game he snatched in his hand and casually called Chang Shun.

Chang Shun smiled and brought ice bowls to the two, "The slave should be damned, he forgot about it." ”

Chi Qinglang drank half of it with a smile, looked at the black and red herbal tea, and teased: "Good licorice and plum soup, what is this added?" almost sweetened Weichen's teeth. ”

Shan Yunxin took the book and knocked on the table impatiently, "Drink yours." ”

Chang Shun explained with a smile: "The slave added brown sugar to it, and the licorice is cold, although it relieves the heat, it is better to warm up for the sake of the dragon body Kangtai." ”

"That's it, brown sugar replenishes blood, and a man in Weichen is really unaccustomed to drinking it." Chi Qinglang put down the porcelain cup and refused to drink it anymore, "But how did Your Majesty change the taste?" ”

Shan Yunxin tasted it unhurriedly, and it seemed to have an endless aftertaste.

In the dream, Concubine Shu was weak, and after giving birth to a prince, she became more and more powerful.

Afraid of cold in winter, cold hands and feet; In the summer, I sweated profusely, and I held it in my arms like a piece of melted rock sugar, sweet and cold.

Especially in small days, it is very noisy, and the temper is terrible. Shan Yunxin thought about the steamed steamed bun-like feet, soft as if there were no bones, sticking to his clothes and burrowing into his arms. It's like a clingy kitten, stepping on his abs again and again, and pulling down with a bad eye.

Because he was afraid that she would be cold, Shan Yunxin instructed that the licorice plum soup in Changle Palace not only added brown sugar, but also had to be warmed in the mouth. You Tingrong was not happy, so he had to pressure him to drink like this, but he didn't expect him to change his taste.

At this time, the taste girls who were stabbed by Chi Qinglang chirped, Shan Yunxin only raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and did not refute.

"I didn't know that you stinky chess basket was so obsessed with chess that you neglected your duties and ran to buy books." Shan Yunxin lit the "Stone Chamber Immortal Machine" on the table, meaning something.

"It's just that I'm not very good at this, so I want to study one or two, so as not to sweep His Majesty's Yaxing in the future."

Chi Qinglang stretched out his hand to take it, but the book was pressed on the table by Shan Yunxin, "Your Majesty, this is bought by Weichen with real money." ”

"I take my money, but I do private affairs and show mercy everywhere...... Confiscated! Shan Yunxin picked up the book, took it in his hand and flipped through it.

"Your Majesty, as the king of a country, is still not doing a good job to spy on a good woman, and Weichen is also a crooked beam on the upper beam and crooked on the lower beam." Chi Qinglang tilted his head slightly, "Weichen really can't see such a despicable thing, if he turns a blind eye, it is really not a gentleman's doing." ”

"Is it really selfless?" Shan Yunxin's eyes were deep.

Chi Qinglang sighed, "My Fair Lady, good gentleman." ”

"She's not the weak woman you see in your eyes, maybe, it's a good thing for you to mess with others." Shan Yunxin sneered.

"Wei Chen remembers that His Majesty and Miss You are just a one-sided relationship, and he scared people away when he said a word, why does His Majesty know a lot about it?" Chi Qinglang was curious, "It's that Weichen and Miss You are quite in love." ”

"Let's see, my fate with her is not enough for outsiders." Shan Yunxin got up and took a notebook from the desk and threw it to Chi Qinglang, "If you are too idle, start to help me draft a peace treaty with Xidi." ”

Chi Qinglang's spirits perked up, "The war at the border has stopped?" ”

Shan Yunxin nodded, squinted slightly, and his eyes were gloomy, "It's time to arrange the affairs of the capital...... I've endured it long enough. ”

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Yufu

At dusk, the red sun is slanting in the west, and the courtyard is warm.

The light in the room dimmed, and You Tingrong was sitting by the window, an old book resting on a low table, and a thin piece of paper between his white jade-like fingers.

Aomachi lifted the lampshade and lit the wick, "Miss hurt her eyes carefully. ”

You Tingrong turned the page and looked out the window. The shouts of people coming and going and carrying things are mixed with the excitement of being very lively.

The old lady asked Mother Zhou to take the little master away in the afternoon, and said that she would personally discipline the little master in the future. At this point, everything is almost moved. Qingmachi snickered: "As soon as the third aunt came back, she was punished by the old lady to go to the Buddhist hall, but I'm afraid I don't know yet!" We've got a good show. ”

You Tingrong looked at her excited appearance and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

Because the old lady was busy with You Tingqing's affairs today, she specially sent a message so that You Tingrong didn't have to go over to serve dinner, so You Tingrong loosened her hair early, and at this time, her long hair was half scattered, and she was leaning lazily, with black hair and snow skin, and a beautiful soul.

Next to the candle flame of the warm orange, a pair of eyes are smiling, the water is shining, and the heart is moving, "The show has to wait for my father to come back before it can start." ”

"Although the old man is partial to her, can he still disobey the old lady for her?" Aomachi didn't believe it.

You Tingrong nodded her forehead, "You don't know this, the third aunt's tears may not be ...... I can really cry and soften my father's heart. ”

"What's more, how can a mother fight for her son, and when she is a mother, her heart is always softer."

You listened to Rong talking, watching the sea of clouds surging outside the window, the dusk sunset being wrapped in it, and everything was hazy