Slag Gong Whitewashing Manual (Quick Travel)

Chapter 103

  After returning to the carriage, the carriage staggered and drove all the way towards the palace.

After Yan Lingqiu's business, he wanted to sit outside the car, but Fushun said with a smile: "Your Majesty has been drinking, and I'm afraid he needs someone to take care of him. I hope the Duke will take care of you." Yan Lingqiu is naturally not good

. What else to say, I could only sit in with a stiff body, but fortunately Lu Ze seemed to be a little unwell after drinking, so he closed his eyes and took a nap when he got on the carriage, so Yan Lingqiu could breathe a sigh of relief.

The carriage was not moving fast, but it was unavoidable to shake slightly. Lu Lu seemed to be drunk, leaning his head against the wall of the carriage, frowning slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Yan Lingqiu looked aside for a long while, and finally couldn't help calling out: "Your Majesty..."

Lu Ze opened his eyes and glanced at him, and snorted lazily, as if to answer, his eyes were dim, as if he was drunk .

Yan Lingqiu paused, and said: "Your Majesty, would you like to drink some tea to relieve the hangover?"

Lu Ze was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "No need..." He said: "I am just a little tired, take a rest." It will be fine in a while."

Thinking of Lu Ze's untidy care for him when he was drunk last time, Yan Lingqiu was silent for a while, finally moved to his side, and whispered: "Your Majesty, I will rub it for you."

Lu Ze opened his eyes to look at him, Yan Lingqiu's expression remained unchanged, but his hands hanging on his knees tightened a little.

Lu Ze looked at him for a while, and said, "No need."

Before Yan Lingqiu could react, he felt his shoulders sink, and when he turned his head, Lu Ze's head had already rested on his shoulder: "I'll wait a while." Just fine."

The fine strands of hair on the top of the opponent's head touched his neck repeatedly, itching and an indescribable feeling. Half of Yan Lingqiu's body was stiff, but after the people around him breathed slowly and steadily, He paused, because he couldn't bear it, he moved his shoulders slightly, and adjusted him to a more comfortable posture.

The carriage continued to drive forward, with small bumps on the road, Yan Lingqiu subconsciously grabbed his shoulder, and after he realized it, his hand was already on his shoulder, and he didn't take it back for a long time.

He stared straight ahead without squinting, but there was some inconspicuous redness behind the ears.

Yan Lingqiu breathed a sigh of relief until the carriage stopped after entering the inner hall of the imperial palace. Looking down at the person on his shoulder, he was a little worried about how to get him out of the carriage, when he heard Lu Ze's buzzing voice: "It's here?" Yan Lingqiu was taken aback

: "It's here." He paused, then asked again "Your Majesty didn't sleep?"

Lu Ze sat up straight with a sleepy expression, "I seemed to be asleep in a daze, and I woke up again after the car stopped."

The weight on the shoulders suddenly disappeared, and even the remaining heat immediately disappeared. Dissipated, but the lightness and coolness that followed made Yan Lingqiu a little uncomfortable, feeling that something was missing.

He restrained his thoughts, stepped forward to help Lu Ze, and walked out, saying: "Your Majesty, be careful."

Although Lu Ze was a little drunk, fortunately, he didn't cry or make trouble, and he walked smoothly. After getting off the carriage, Fushun asked Yan Lingqiu to send him back to the bedroom under the excuse that he was going to prepare sober soup for Lu Ze. Yan Lingqiu looked at him leaving, helpless.

Fortunately, there were palace people leading the way ahead, and Lu Ze was sent back to the bedroom smoothly.

"Your Majesty, be careful." After placing him on the bed, Yan Lingqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking down at the tired-looking emperor lying on the dragon bed, he hesitated for a moment, but out of some kind of psychology, he still didn't take off his robe, and only lightly covered him with the brocade quilt, thinking After Fushun came back, he should pay attention to these.

He stood up straight beside the bed, looked down at Lu Ze's tightly locked brows, his fingers trembled slightly, but he didn't do anything, he just folded his hands and bowed: "Resign, my minister.

" Turning around, he was about to take a step to leave, but his wrist suddenly tightened. Yan Lingqiu was startled, and when he looked back, the force on his wrist was heavy, and he was dragged down on the bed.

In the next moment, the waist tightened, and a big hand wrapped around the waist, holding it tightly.

"Your Majesty!" Yan Lingqiu exclaimed, his usually quiet eyes widened instantly, and his breathing became short of breath.

Lu Ze seemed to be so drunk that he hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid." His voice was vague, almost unrecognizable: "I just want to hug you..." Yan

Ling Qiu lay sideways on the bed, behind him was the emperor's warm body, and on his chest was the beating heart, which could be heard clearly.

He blinked, only to feel his lips dry: "Your Majesty..."

Lu Ze closed his eyes lightly, as if he was quite drunk, but at the same time he seemed to be fully awake. He wrapped his arms around his waist and murmured: " I will hug you for a while, just for a while..."

His voice sounded in his ear, soft and low, piercing through the eardrum and directly into the heart.

Yan Lingqiu's heart was suffocated, and the previous doubts and temptations seemed to have answers at this moment. He licked his dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty... what do you mean?"

Lu Ze elongated his voice, "Huh?" Yan Lingqiu's body stiffened slightly. At this moment, all self-deception dissipated. Instead, I don't want to be so unclear anymore, I just want to get an accurate answer.

He said, "Your Majesty...why do you treat me so well?"

There was a moment of silence behind him, Yan Lingqiu waited for a moment, long enough to think that Lu Ze had fallen into a deep sleep, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching in self-mocking, and then he heard a sighing voice behind him: "Why are you being nice to you, Ling Qiu really doesn't like that?" Do you know?"

Yan Lingqiu blinked, stared at the void, and did not answer for a while.

do you know? Maybe you know it, maybe you don't know it. He has been in the palace since he was a child, and has struggled at the lowest level. What kind of things have he not experienced, and on what occasions have he not seen them? He thought he could see through other people's hearts and see clearly the tricks they wanted to play, but Lu Ze was the only one who couldn't figure it out even though he could see clearly.

Was he not reconciled, unwilling to be reconciled to this feeling of being out of control, and said in a low voice: "Is what your Majesty did to defend the minister?"

Just like half a year ago, it was just a different method?

Lu Ze was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Precaution? Do you think I'm guarding against you?"

Yan Lingqiu pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, but Lu Ze murmured, "What precaution? I'm guarding against you again." ...Or are you guarding against me?"

He said: "It's just that I can't help it..."

Yan Lingqiu felt a soreness in his heart, and unspeakable emotions surged up, and he heard him say: "Whether it is Before... or now... It's just that I didn't know this before, didn't understand, so I chose the wrong way, and now... I don't know if it's too late." Yan Lingqiu suddenly understood something, and

Lu Ze's attitude changed. In the stark contrast between the past and the present, he seemed to be able to see how the emperor, who had always been aloof, struggled when he discovered his mind, and how he understood step by step, saw himself clearly, and reached the current situation.

All the previous things seem to have an explanation.

only......

He twitched the corners of his lips, rather self-deprecating.

If he is a normal person, if it is

an emperor, a eunuch, how is it possible?

How can it be?

Yan Lingqiu was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Your Majesty is drunk."

The people behind him smiled slightly when they heard the words: "Drunk..." He admitted, but Yan Lingqiu couldn't express his mood for a while. .

The hands on his waist were released, and before Yan Lingqiu could lose his mind, a force came over his shoulders, forcing him to turn around.

Yan Lingqiu was a little stiff, but also a little obedient, and did not resist his strength.

The two faced each other, Yan Lingqiu looked up at him cautiously, while Lu Ze smiled: "I'm drunk, otherwise why would Ling Qiu be on my bed?" Yan Lingqiu's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his heart

dropped It was densely uncomfortable as if being pricked by needles.

Lu Ze stretched out his hand, Yan Lingqiu didn't dodge it, watched his finger slowly touch the little mole at the corner of his eye, and heard him say, "Lingqiu's mole is really pretty." Yan Lingqiu opened his

mouth , don't know what to say.

Lu Ze met his gaze, and asked softly, "Do you hate me treating you like this?"

Yan Lingqiu looked away slightly, and his throat felt a little dry.

He didn't answer, but said: "Your Majesty, let's rest for a while."

Lu Ze asked: "Is Ling Qiu with me?"

Yan Lingqiu subconsciously wanted to blurt out, but finally restrained himself. He didn't promise, just said: "Your Majesty, go to sleep."

Lu Ze hugged his waist and closed his eyes contentedly.

Yan Lingqiu looked aside, until he heard his even breathing, and then slowly turned his gaze to his face.

The emperor's face was handsome and handsome, Yan Lingqiu already knew it, but this was the first time he saw him from such a close distance. Those long and narrow eyes are always filled with the majesty of an emperor, but in front of him, they are always gentle.

Yan Lingqiu moved his fingers slightly, and he slowly raised his arm, trying to follow his example and nod the corners of his eyes. But just when the fingertips were about to touch his face, they suddenly stopped in mid-air.

After a while, Yan Lingqiu slowly withdrew his hand.

Forget it...

it doesn't belong to him...why be greedy?

After that, you will only ask for more and more.

Yan Lingqiu lowered his eyebrows, and when he was sure that Lu Ze had fallen into a deep sleep, he raised the hand on his waist.

Lu Ze was somewhat resistant at first, but when Yan Lingqiu put his hands back on the bed, he unconsciously clenched the quilt with his fingers, and then slowly closed them.

Yan Lingqiu looked at the quilt in his hand, was silent for a moment, then pulled up the brocade quilt and covered him.

He walked out of the bedroom door lightly, and Fushun was waiting outside the door. After looking at him, he was obviously surprised, and there was no time to retract his expression.

Yan Lingqiu glanced at him, but didn't pursue it. He just said: "Your Majesty is taking a rest, please trouble Eunuch Fushun to arrange someone to change His Majesty's clothes and scrub them. This governor will take his leave now." Fushun opened his mouth to

want What to say, in the end, he just watched his figure go away, couldn't help stomping his feet, oops, and didn't know if he was annoyed at his majesty for not seizing the opportunity or what.

In the end, he had to carefully push the door open and go in, only to see his Majesty sitting on the bed, where did he look a little asleep?

"Your Majesty!" He couldn't help calling out in a drawn-out voice, but Lu Ze glanced at him, rubbed his forehead, and said nothing.

...

The new Jinshi entered the court, and there were some fresh blood in the court. It was not obvious on the surface, but it still had some influence.

The matter of Zhang Xianlin and his henchmen is completely over, everything in the court is running smoothly, and the atmosphere is not as tense as before.

The most obvious point is that the civil and military officials began to care about the post.

At the Qionglin Banquet last time, the matter of Lu Ze's drinking was noticed by the ministers. After another calculation, it has been three years and the filial piety period has passed?

Today, there are twenty-two saints, and ordinary men have already married, and some children can even run and dance. But today's sage doesn't talk about heirs, the harem is empty, and it's completely reduced to a display.

In the past, the emperor insisted on keeping filial piety for the first emperor, and the courtiers thought of him with filial piety, so they couldn't object. Now that the filial piety period has passed, the matter of establishing a heir has to be put on the agenda.

Therefore, in the past half month, civil and military officials have repeatedly played, saying that the country cannot be without a king for a day, and the harem cannot be without a lord.

A few days ago, Lu Ze typed all these memorials back and discussed them later. But now all the officials are discussing this matter at the court meeting, Lu Ze delays for a day, and they press for a day, obviously they will not stop until they achieve their goals.

Lu Ze was annoyed by their quarreling, so he simply threw away the memorial and went to the school grounds to shoot arrows. He was accompanied by some guards, and Zhou Qingyuan, the imperial servant, was also a candidate for the imperial examination.

Zhang Xianlin has been in the court for decades, and his connections are astonishingly wide. Even the Imperial Academy has many of his henchmen. Now that this incident happened, they would naturally be cut off one by one. If not, how could Zhou Qingyuan, a newcomer to the Imperial Academy, get the chance to be a lecturer by the emperor if he didn't stay for two or three years?

The Hanlin attendant lectured on the history of studying for the emperor, explaining the scriptures and meanings, in case the advisors should respond[1], but Lu Ze was annoyed by them today, and didn't want to listen to people nagging in his ears, so he took him directly to the school training ground , and asked people to prepare bows and arrows, bent the bow and set the arrow, and hit the bull's-eye a hundred meters away.

Zhou Qingyuan was also knowledgeable and interesting at that time, and he immediately applauded when he saw this, and blurted out a poem: "The forest is dark and the grass is startled by the wind, the general draws his bow at night. I searched for the white feather in Pingming, but I didn't find it in the stone edge[2]. Your Majesty's archery skills are superb. I admire you!"

Lu Ze put down his bow and arrow, turned around to look at him, and couldn't help but chuckled and said, "You can talk."

He bent his bow and drew the string, and shot another arrow, saying, "You can write poetry well. Well, I just don't know, how about this method of archery?"

The gentleman's six arts include archery.

Zhou Qingyuan is a young man after all, seeing that Lu Ze is easy to talk, he couldn't help but proudly said: "You can't compare with His Majesty, but among the people around you, you can be regarded as a sharpshooter!" "Oh?" Lu Ze was full of interest

, Throwing the bow and arrow towards him: "So, let's try."

Zhou Qingyuan grabbed it, jumped onto the ring, and said to him while cupping his hands: "Then I should be respectful rather than obey my orders."

Lu Ze stood aside, watching with leisurely eyes. He saw Zhou Qingyuan skillfully draw the bow and shoot the arrow, squinted his eyes slightly, let go of his fingers, and with a sound of "咻", the arrow shot out through the air and went straight into the center of the bull's-eye.

He stood up with the arrow in his hands, his eyebrows and eyes were full of enthusiasm: "Your Majesty, I have made a fool of myself!"

Lu Ze laughed: "I think Aiqing is just being modest. Aiqing's archery skills are really inferior to entering the Imperial Academy. He should be able to fight on the battlefield, and he will be able to take the enemy's head from a hundred miles away." Zhou Qingyuan was a little

unhappy Embarrassed: "Your Majesty is too well-reputed. In the eyes of the general, I'm afraid it's not worth mentioning."

The two competed a few more times. It was a tie.

When Yan Lingqiu came, what he saw was the scene of the two of them.

The young Tanhualang has a handsome appearance, with unrestrained eyebrows and eyes; while the emperor has a relaxed expression and a smile in his eyes.

Yan Lingqiu paused, and looked at the two people talking happily on the stage from a distance, the fingers hanging by his sides moved slightly, his heart felt as if he was caught by something.

The author has something to say:

I didn't write the estimate, but it doesn't matter! You can talk about love tomorrow! I promise!

[1] From Baidu Encyclopedia

[2] From Lu Lun's "The Next Song"