Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2185

Shi Anxia's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard this, and her eyebrows raised slightly. It seemed that these two ministers were not only diligent in their official duties in the court, but also wanted to work together to carry out court affairs back home.

You two are truly in perfect harmony and in perfect harmony with each other.

If nothing else, this is a good idea to save lamp oil.

Shi Anxia pointed at the colorful flowers swaying in the wind and said, "Look at this flower, isn't it beautiful?"

"Beautiful." The two of them said almost in unison, but their answers were very perfunctory.

What's so beautiful about it? Today they both came with court affairs.

Lu Sangyu's wide sleeves held the Ministry of Justice files. He and Shi Chengyi were both working in the Ministry, and they had taken advantage of this break to bring over the official business that needed to be discussed in person.

Yan Xingchen had just discussed the drafted "Canal Memorial" with Shi Yunqi and Qiu Zhiyan, and they were also planning to go to the emperor for his approval later.

Therefore, this dazzling splendor is just a fleeting glimpse in their eyes, and has never entered their hearts.

The important thing was that the east wind gathered the catkins, and the spring water brought together the duckweed. Anyway, today, under the pretext of the Shi family's banquet, we could get these busy people who usually rushed around to gather together and get down to business together.

Seeing that the two of them were both perfunctory, An Xia pretended not to see them, smiled and offered them a seat, and ordered someone to serve them freshly brewed tea.

Amidst the lingering tea mist, Shi Anxia's gaze suddenly wandered outside the pavilion. She saw a cluster of colorful flowers brushing against the stone steps, the chirping of copper bells from the eaves echoing with the cries of orioles, and the sound of water splashing in the distance.

She said calmly, "Heaven's work unfolds, and the four seasons follow one another: spring arrives with the singing of orioles, summer solstice arrives with the humming of brooks; the moon shines through autumn windows, and winter hills are covered with snow. My two lords, in spring you can listen to the rain pattering on banana leaves, in summer you can watch fireflies flickering through the corridors, in autumn you can admire the swaying shadows of osmanthus trees, and in winter you can boil snow to make tea. Don't live your lives like a perpetually leaking copper kettle."

Lu Sangyu suddenly smiled and said, "I'm busy."

Yan Xingchen also agreed, "Well, if I had the time, I could draft a charter."

Shi Anxia: "......"

You two! Go ahead!

The two of them took their leave and happily went to find the emperor.

After Lu Sangyu turned around, a hint of worry appeared on her face.

A trace of dull pain slowly crept into my heart.

He recalled how Lu had picked a pair of lotus flowers in the spring and needed the broadest banana leaf to hold them. She had said that when the banana leaves were stained with the green scent of morning dew, the flowers would appear even more pure.

On summer nights he would catch fireflies for her. She would put them in a round fan made of white gauze, and when she waved it she would feel as if she were holding half of the starry sky in her palm.

She didn't like to pick laurels in autumn, but when the moon was full in the courtyard, she would move a green stone basin and place it under the porch, filling it with mountain spring water, letting the reflection of the laurel branches shatter into golden dust in the clear water. She said this was "the moon moving from the moon palace underwater."

On the winter solstice, she would sweep the plum branches of the third snowfall. Holding a silver-handled bamboo scoop, she would scoop up the fresh snow from the branches and place it in a celadon jar. Before burying it in the cellar, she would cover the jar with three layers of pine needles to prevent dust from tainting the snow spirit.

The following year, she would unseal the pot, pour snow into the silver kettle, and simmer it over a low fire. When the water was about to boil, she picked up a small, half-worn, plain gauze fan, raised her wrist three-quarters, and gently shook it with her slender fingers. Suddenly, a cluster of golden-red flames rose from the bamboo charcoal in the clay stove.

In the hazy white mist, the cold fragrance of aged Mengding stone flowers, wrapped in snow, wafted towards him. He gazed at her, her eyelashes soaked in mist, as her smile, softly lifted by the tea smoke, resembled a pale black magnolia blossoming on rice paper, a touch of tranquility blooming in the season when the snow had cleared.

......

The regrets of this world are so deep and unfathomable that he has lost the strength to bend down and pick the beauty of the world.

Eight years of frost and frost have ripped my heart apart, yet it hasn't managed to erase even a fraction of the pain. It turns out that the righteousness of this world, which should have burned away the sparks of winter, has never warmed a single grain of frozen earth; the thorns that shouldn't have grown, have entangled the human race, causing it to bleed at every step.

Since the rites and laws are as solid as a prison made of iron, he uses his soul as fuel to forge an axe of criminal law.

He decided to devote his entire life to the Northern Wing Code, patching up the numerous holes one word at a time into a blue sky armor, and sharpening each section into a guillotine to cut through thorns.

When the Nine Provinces have no chance for demons to take advantage, and the people have a way to drive away the cold and frost, then I will live up to this life and live up to her.

The sun shone down, stinging Lu Sangyu's eyes so much that they burned red. He tilted his head back and forced the moisture back, leaving only a streak of blood tangled in his eyes like a spiderweb.