concubine on top

When he walked out of the empress dowager's residence, the little emperor felt very uncomfortable.

Before, he was trapped in the fog of whether Shen Yanchuan liked him, but after he understood the other party's rough life experience, all this seemed to become less important.

Regarding what happened after Shen Yanchuan became a secret guard, the Queen Mother didn't say much, but he made a rough guess and basically guessed a thing or two.

When a person has suffered like that, the reason to live is nothing more than to repay kindness and revenge.

The enemy who caused the ruin of his family has been handed over to justice, and even the first emperor who ordered his people to be exiled has passed away, and there is no need to take revenge.

But to repay the favor, is it just to repay the favor?

The little emperor raised his head.

Countless silver needle-like raindrops fell from the thin and dim sky, and the fine raindrops merged into a strand, flowing down from the oil-paper umbrella like a stream.

He stretched out his hand to touch the rainwater, and what he remembered was Shen Yanchuan's cold voice.

"Well, it's best not to go down."

"Your Majesty, are there any abnormalities in the barometers of the state capitals recently?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did his best for the Empress Dowager before his death, and managed to sort out the situation of Haiqing Heyan. Now, because of you, in just two years, so many beetles have grown."

"The Emperor's kindness is appreciated by my concubine, but there is no need for it. Firstly, my concubine cannot bear the title of evil concubine who will harm the country. Second, this concubine did not do it for you."

"The concubine's entry into the palace is for the well-being of the people. If the emperor doesn't finish reviewing all the piled memorials tonight, the concubine will act on behalf of the heavens."

The little emperor withdrew his hand, the wetness left in his palm was sticky and cold.

Just like the coldness he felt after soaking in tears.

To him, Tengzhou is just an inconspicuous and unimportant small piece of territory, a miserable place where mortals are exiled.For Shen Yanchuan, it was the sad place of losing a loved one.

He has also lost a close relative, and he can understand the fear and pain that shadows his heart.

The scene of farewell is a thorn in my heart that can never be removed, a nightmare that repeats over and over again at midnight.Nothing in the world is more shocking than it, because it has been deeply rooted in the human bone marrow, no matter how hard you try to forget, it will at most be hidden in the bottom of your heart, just waiting for the stimulation of related events. Then wait for an opportunity to infiltrate your blood and influence your behavior and emotions.

Therefore, Shen Yanchuan was afraid of floods, just like he was afraid of seeing people die before his eyes.

It's just that Shen Yanchuan's "fear" is to try to change, but his "fear" is to avoid it.

With this kind of him, even if he knew that everything Shen Yanchuan did was not for him, and the only time he said he liked him, maybe he just saw the hope of his wish coming true from him...he couldn't criticize or feel wronged.

Because the person he likes has suffered much more grievances and pains than him, but he has been silent and never told anyone.

Besides, he really didn't do well enough.

If the imperial brother is still alive, with Shen Yanchuan's ability, he will definitely be able to play a greater role, so how can it become a "joke"?

Thinking of this, the little emperor sighed.

"Your Majesty?" Little Fuzi saw that he was always preoccupied, and stepped into the puddle without looking at the road, and couldn't help but yelled softly.

"It's nothing." The little emperor looked up again, and found that he had walked back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation without knowing it, and in a trance, he found an excuse to add to his sigh, "It's raining so hard, he didn't take an umbrella with him. "

"...Your Majesty, the rain is already light."

Hearing this, the little emperor frowned and walked quickly into the hall: Will it really clear up completely in two days?

Xiao Fuzi put away the umbrella outside the palace, followed the little emperor into the bedroom, and was about to send someone to wait for the emperor to change his clothes, when the emperor came out again: "Go and adjust the file and account book, I want to see if the funds will be allocated within 30 years." The records of Fujizhou, the cycle of the flooding of the Fuji River, the number of casualties, who was the local prefect at the time, how to deal with it, and the effectiveness of post-disaster treatment..."

The little emperor didn't know much about the Ministry of Water, so he had to say all the things he wanted to see, and then he stretched out his hand and said: "Commander Hu, find someone to find the imperial concubine. Take me to find him."

30 years of files and ledgers piled up full of two small tables, plus half a table, the little emperor looked at each book by the lamp, rubbed his eyes when he was tired, and drank some tea before continuing.

The sky gradually turned from gray to black, and Xiao Fuzi stared at the clepsydra. Seeing that the time of unitary had passed, the little emperor still couldn't let go of the book, so he stepped forward and said, "Your majesty, pass on the meal?"

The little emperor didn't even raise his head: "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."

Xiao Fuzi thought for a while, but withdrew.

Half an hour later, the little emperor finally saw half of the piles of hills. He asked someone to replace the case files on the table and the table, and squinted his eyes slightly, leaned back in the armchair and waited.

Xiao Fuzi took the opportunity to lean forward: "Your Majesty, the kitchen has made your favorite gourd chicken, fried golden and crispy, delicious, as well as roasted elbow and stuffed skin, would you like some?"

He tried to tempt the little emperor with delicious food, but the little emperor looked hopeless, rubbed his temples and said, "I can't finish reading the files, I don't have the heart to eat."

"Your majesty, I know that you want to deal with the flood as soon as possible, but you should eat a few bites at least, otherwise you will hurt the dragon's body if you are so hungry..."

"I don't have a stomach problem, what can I do if I don't eat for a meal?" The little emperor opened his eyes, saw that the things were almost moved, and waved his hand like chasing flies, "Go away, you are blocking my light."

After finishing speaking, he continued to read according to the number on the file, and after a while, he raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Fuzi: "If you're hungry, you can eat by yourself. It's enough for me to keep two people here to serve you."

After Xu time passed like this, the little emperor's case was finally cleared.

The little Fuzi who was full was waiting for the meal to arrive when he suddenly heard the little emperor say, "Hu Qian, have you found the noble concubine?"

The rain stopped, a round of clear silver moon hung high in the sky, the bamboo forest under the sky swayed slightly with the wind, the wet leaves rubbed against each other, and the water droplets fell from the leaves, it sounded like it was raining again.

Shen Yanchuan sat firmly on the palace wall behind the bamboo grove, his body covered with cold moonlight, but his face was hidden in the night, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The little emperor stood behind the tree, looked at him through the gaps in the bamboo branches, and saw that his bun had been untied, and his long hair was blowing in the wind like a light veil.

It seems that he still knows how to take shelter from the rain and keep his hair from getting wet.

It's good to avoid the rain, which means that he should have lost most of his breath.

The little emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to step forward when he suddenly heard a light whistle.

The whistle is played out one by one, with rhythm and tone, but it is not as fine as the silk and bamboo orchestra, like a child playing a nursery rhyme with a toy whistle bought on the street.

The little emperor hugged the tree trunk, followed the sound, and suddenly saw Shen Yanchuan standing up, walking along the high wall, and coming out from behind the bamboo bushes. He stood in a tall silhouette under the moonlight.

In the silhouette, he holds a short whistle in his mouth, the whistle has a dark green color under the moonlight - it is a bamboo whistle.