Sang Yan was satisfied, changed the topic, and went to ask about Qu Zhi.

He Ying said: "It will be handed over to the three law divisions for trial." I believe that the results will be available soon. ”

"That's good."

Sang Yan nodded, and asked again: "Wan Zhang's funeral?" ”

He Ying said: "Leave it to Chu Jun to handle." The day after tomorrow, he was mourned and buried in the emperor's mausoleum. ”

Sang Yan sighed heavily, and didn't know what to say.

He Ying knew that she regretted Wan Zhang's death, and persuaded: "That's what he wanted." We should be respectful. ”

Sang Yan nodded, and the next moment, he was pulled into his arms.

The two snuggled up and were intimate.

For the next two days, the palace was busy with funerals.

When the mourning went to the emperor's mausoleum, Sang Yan also went to see him off.

It was too hot halfway through.

He Ying was afraid that she would suffer from heat stroke, so he asked her to go back early.

She didn't expect to see Jiang Ke at the gate of the palace.

I haven't seen him for nearly a month, Jiang Ke is wearing a black brocade robe, wearing a hat, and a long sword at his waist, and he has the demeanor of a chivalrous man.

However, when I looked at her, there was still a little tenderness in my eyes.

"Are you with the emperor?"

He stopped in front of the chariot, and his gentle eyes gradually became cold: "I tried to make meritorious service again and again, asking the emperor to marry us, but the emperor never paid attention to it, it turned out that he actually treated you——"

He couldn't go on anymore, his tone changed, and he asked directly: "Sang Yan, you tell me the truth, are you really sure you want to be with him?" ”

Sang Yan looked at the young man's love-hate eyes, and said slowly, "I'm sorry." Jiang Ke, I've never been suitable for you. I'm not what you think I am. You put it down. There are many good girls. ”

"But all I want is you."

Jiang Ke suppressed his excitement and asked, "Sang Yan, don't tell me I'm sorry, just tell me, do you really dislike me at all?" Do you really like the emperor? ”

If she likes, if she likes...... No, how can she like someone else?

Sang Yan knew that his feelings could not be ambiguous, so he made it clear to him: "That's right, I like him." ”

"Didn't you say you liked my brother? Didn't you say that there is only my brother in your heart? ”

Jiang Ke felt a surging jealousy, like a fire, burning his heart and lungs.

It's so uncomfortable.

He's going to be burned to death.

"Sang Yan, how can you like others?"

She can not like him, but how can she like others?

"I'm sorry."

Sang Yan sincerely apologized and also expressed his attitude: "I like him, not because he is the emperor, on the contrary, if he is not the emperor, I will like him more." Jiang Ke, I hope you can understand. ”

"I don't understand."

Jiang Ke looked at her unwillingly: "Sang Yan, you have gone back on your word and thought differently." ”

That's all there is to say.

Sang Yan frowned, and said unhappily: "I don't like you, you have this attitude, Jiang Ke, since you think of me so much, then you should stop the loss in time." I'm a bad woman and don't deserve your liking. ”

Speaking of this, she looked at the chief of the guard and ordered, "Let's go." ”

The chief guard replied, "Yes." ”

The convoy moved on.

Jiang Kemu sent the chariot away, clenched his long sword, and did not follow.

He waited for the chariot to enter the palace before leaving.

The sturdy figure rode on horseback, galloped for a while, and entered the empty mountain forest.

He danced wildly with his sword, and where the sword qi passed, birds screamed and leaves fell.

"Ahh

He also screamed, like a wounded beast, and could only vent his pain by roaring.

*

Sang Yan returned to the side hall of Qingning Palace.

Thinking of Jiang Ke, there was a cloud in my heart.

How did you run into him?

How did you get into trouble?

This love debt is really a headache.

And don't let He Ying know about such a headache.

Thinking about it, she instructed Akie: "You tell those people to keep their mouths shut. Don't spread it to the emperor's ears. ”

Qiu Zhi hurriedly responded: "Yes." ”

But there are no impermeable walls.

When He Ying came back, someone still told him about Sang Yan and Jiang Ke.

"That's all?"

"Yes."

The guard restored the conversation between the two.

If Sang Yan is present, I am afraid that he will praise him for his good memory.

He Ying came back, very tired, listened to the whole process, first went to take a bath, ate something, and then went to the side hall.

Sang Yan is still practicing calligraphy.

The original owner is a beautiful girl, and she also understands piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she occupies her body and does not know her skills.

Yes, I don't see what the brush is writing.

"The emperor has arrived—"

Xiao Guizi reminded loudly.

Sang Yan immediately rubbed the written paper and threw it into the paper basket, and then picked up a book and pretended to look at it.

So, when He Ying arrived, he only saw her reading.

"What are you seeing?"

He sat down behind her, his arms outstretched, almost enveloping her in his arms.

When Sang Yan heard this, he picked up the book and showed him the title: "It's a travelogue written by Feng Yicheng." ”

He Ying looked at the four words of "Red Dust Strange Tales" and asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Sang Yan nodded: "Yes." Good-looking. ”

He Ying asked again: "What did you say?" ”

Sang Yan told him: "It is said that in Minzhou, an old woodcutter went up the mountain to cut down a tree, and saw that the branches and leaves of the two trees were intertwined and covered with each other, and they were inseparable. Until one of the trees was struck by lightning and died. The next day, another tree suddenly died. ”

He Ying was surprised when he heard it: "And then? Why? Mo is not the same tree root? No, the same tree root will not die so quickly. ”

Sang Yan smiled and said, "His explanation is that this kind of tree, one tree is a sycamore, but it is a male tree, and the other tree is a paulownia tree, which is a female tree. A male and a female, living and dying together. ”

He Ying was even more surprised: "It turns out that the grass and trees are so loyal and loyal? It's fun! ”

"Yes."

Sang Yan thought so, and also remembered a poet's poem: "The sycamore helps the old, and the mandarin duck will die." ”

Could it be that the psalmist is talking about this kind of tree?

"That's a good poem."

He Ying admired and asked, "Is there anything else interesting?" ”

Sang Yan nodded, turned to the place that impressed him, and continued: "Mr. Feng also said that he passed by a temple in Minzhou and met a monk, so on a whim, he asked the monk what enlightenment he finally got after practicing for half a life? Guess what the monk answered? ”

He Ying cooperated and asked, "How do you answer?" ”

Sang Yan spread his hands: "I didn't get anything." ”

He Ying was stunned: "Is this monk playing with him?" ”

Sang Yan shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "The monk said that not only did I not gain anything, but I also lost a lot of things. For example, I have lost my greed, resentment, selfishness, prejudice, narrow-mindedness, pessimism, superficiality, ignorance......"

He Ying listened, his eyes gradually deepened: "This is a fresh angle of thinking. The practice he thinks of is not to get, but to let go. ”

"Yes, practice is subtraction, not addition. Your Majesty, your brain is spinning so fast. ”

Sang Yanzhen admires He Ying's IQ, and he always sees things to the point.

He Ying listened to her praise and thought about her declaration of love in front of Jiang Ke, a little fluttering with pleasure: "So is this one of the reasons why you like me?" ”