Yuezhaoyingan

Ling Yu never showed up at the several night banquets in the palace. Ling Yong was proud of the spring breeze, Ling Xu was doted on by thousands of people, and he left the banquet early after Chengdi's cup. Only Qingming knew that he was not happy.

The life of the Third Prince's Mansion is still neither salty nor dull. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ling Yu is still calm and calm. Facing some people's deliberate sarcasm and difficulties, he is not as embarrassed as Emperor Cheng imagined. He is willing to compile a book. For several years like a day, there was no disturbance. She was already gentle and elegant, but she became more dignified and introverted. Some aristocratic families liked this, but they dared not say it because of Emperor Cheng's majesty.

Gradually, the courtiers focused their attention on Ling Yong and Ling Xu again. After all, the emperor and the courtiers were the most important thing for them, how to gain a foothold in the court.

But Ming Yu couldn't sit still anymore, and directly broke into the study and asked: "What are you thinking? Don't you really want to manage the court? You forgot that even a nanny dared to act wildly in your house Is something wrong?"

Ling Yu has been refusing to tell her what happened between him and Emperor Cheng that night when the cold palace was on fire.It's just that, in her opinion, no matter what happened at the time that caused Ling Yu to resent Emperor Cheng so much, as time passed, Ling Yu shouldn't be so willful.Ling Yu didn't listen to her all these years, except for asking Qi Yuan to inquire about some news, he never used the power of Tianxin Pavilion, but seeing that he was still valued by Emperor Cheng, even though she was upset, she didn't say anything.

It's just that Ling Yu doesn't seem to want the management of the court anymore, and it seems that her success will fall short, how can she be reconciled.

Ling Yu was copying Buddhist scriptures at home, and the snow was falling outside the window. His face was calm, and he said, "If you didn't have such a genuine temperament, how could he believe that you no longer have resentment in your heart when you reconcile?"

Ming Yu looked at him inquisitively for a while, but seemed to think of something funny, she said with a smile, "But has Your Highness really thought about reconciliation?" There was no smile in her tone, even a hint of coldness.

Ling Yu didn't look up, nor did he answer.He just used those words to convince others, and never tried to convince himself.Outsiders didn't know what this matter meant to him. Too many grievances and entanglements appeared in front of him, so he had to stop to sort out and examine.

"I have my own arrangements."

This is equivalent to the default attitude that made Ming Yu a little sullen. With the temper of the Ye family, no amount of principles can match his strength of character. The so-called integrity, but how much the Ye family has suffered in this, is the lesson not enough?

But she didn't show it, and hid her thoughts in her eyes. After a long silence, she sighed like a gentle elder: "As long as you know what's in your heart, I hope you are well too."

Sensing her concession, Ling Yu lowered his eyes: "I know, Ming Yu." Ling Yu never called her name.

Ming Yu paused, many people called her Pavilion Master these years, she hadn't heard this title for a long time, and this title didn't contain so many cold politeness, it made her a little surprised for a while, but she soon regained her composure, Gossiping and asked: "I heard that Xiang Bing said that you are looking for a teacher for Zhao'an?"

Only then did Ling Yu raise his head, and said, "Well, he wants to practice martial arts, so Ji Qing can't afford it, and Xiang Bing can't."

"He proposed it himself?" Ming Yu asked curiously.

"Yeah." Ling Yu didn't quite understand, Zhao'an rarely insisted on one thing like this.

Ming Yu thought for a while, and said: "Looking at Beijing, there are no good warriors as teachers, and you are so mobilizing teachers, it is not good for An, you know, he has a special status after all."

Ling Yu frowned, obviously aware of this problem, so he still hasn't found a good teacher.

Ming Yu thought for a while, as if remembering something, and said: "Why don't you send it to Mount Cenqi, where you can practice both literature and martial arts, everyone Ye is there, and you can feel at ease."

Ling Yu was silent. It wasn't that he hadn't considered Cen Qishan, but Cen Qishan was far away in Yuanhe East, he thought for a while and said: "It's too far away, Zhao'an won't want to go."

Ming Yu smiled and said: "Since you brought him back, he has been in the prince's mansion. How can anyone at this age not want to go out to see the world? He just hasn't gone out yet, and he will naturally like it when he goes out."

In fact, Ling Yu didn't really like to talk about this issue: "In such a big capital, you will always find a suitable teacher."

Ming Yu didn't say anything, but softened his tone again, not as if he was talking to Ling Yan, but more like sighing softly, saying: "Are you going to trap him in the mansion for the rest of your life? He's still young, What do you know?"

There was more emotion in Ling Yu's eyes, and he said, "Mount Cenqi is too far away, I'm worried."

"He has been rough since he was a child, and his temper has been hesitant, but you have raised him even more delicately in the house these years. Letting him go to Cen Qishan to see more is good for him. And Cen Qishan is only a few days away. Years, what is there to worry about." Ming Yu was puzzled.

Ling Yu raised his forehead, and wanted to avoid this question: "I'll ask him."

Seeing this, Ming Yu didn't ask any more questions: "Just let me know if you've decided, so I can contact Cen Qishan and make arrangements early."

Another year, the summer shirts are getting thinner. It has been four years since Ling Yan entered the mansion. He has grown a lot taller. He got up early and waited to go to the small study with Zhao'an, but Zhao'an didn't move for a long time. Then he ran to knock on the door: "Zhao'an, are you up yet?"

"You go first, I'll go later." A muffled voice came from the room, feeling a little different from the usual Zhao'an.

"Oh, then come here soon." Ling Yan went out without thinking too much, who knew that she didn't see anyone all morning.

The housekeeper was a little worried: "Are you sick?" Zhao'an has always been diligent and rarely absent without reason.

Xiang Bing jumped out and complained: "He has a very bad temper, and when he brought him breakfast, he told me to roll across the room. He was full of anger, and he didn't look like he was sick."

The housekeeper glanced at Xiang Bing suspiciously, and Xiang Bing touched his nose with a guilty conscience—but it can't be said that before delivering breakfast, he asked if he had wet the bed...... Can't say, can't say.

At noon, Ling Yan went back to the small courtyard to bring him the food. The door was closed, and Zhao'an was sitting on the bed with his brows cross-legged and his chin propped up, with a serious expression on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Ling Yan opened the door and went in to put down the food box, walked to the bed and sat with Zhao An, and asked, "What's wrong with you, are you sick?"

Hearing his voice, Zhao An seemed to come back to his senses, and without speaking, he looked up and stared at him strangely, which made Ling Yan's scalp numb, and stretched out his hand to shake in front of Zhao An's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhao'an suddenly held his hand, and Ling Yan was taken aback by the warm feeling in the palm of his hand.Although Zhao'an treated him much better than before, but they had never had such intimate contact, Ling Yan suddenly became hot: "Zhao'an?"

Zhao'an still stared at him motionlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Then Ling Yan watched Zhao'an's face slowly approaching, and then a light touch fell on her lips.

Ling Yan didn't dare to make a sound, his mind became muddy for a moment, and he forgot to push it away.

But Zhao'an woke up in an instant, feeling a little helpless, and let go of him: "Why don't you hide!" Jumping up from the bed, he couldn't wait to get away from Ling Yan.

Ling Yan, who was still in a daze, said blankly: "You tell me not to move."

The softness of the lip-to-lip contact is still there, Zhao'an was upset, and said angrily: "You can do whatever you are asked to do, so what do you need your brain for?"

Ling Yan, who was always passive, was scolded inexplicably, without saying a word, but stubbornly pursed her lips, and there was a trace of grievance in her eyes.

Zhao'an felt a little guilty, and scratched his hair more annoyedly, turned around and was about to go out, but just walked out the door and turned back, threatening viciously: "Don't tell anyone! Not a single word!"

He turned around and ran out of the yard with his sword in hand. He couldn't tell what it was like, but he just felt unreasonably bored, so he swung his sword wildly.After a while, Xiang Bing walked in and saw the flowers and plants suffering all over the ground, and exclaimed: "Zhao'an, why are you crazy!"

Zhao'an, who was sweating all over, ignored him, just turned around and left expressionlessly, Xiang Bing felt a headache, this kid didn't want to learn, why did he learn Ji Qing's cold way...

Usually Ling Yu's dinner was delivered to the study, and Ling Yan would eat with Zhao'an and the others. After Zhao'an was seated, Ling Yan also sat down with his head down.But the butler felt that the atmosphere between the two was obviously not right, and they usually talked, but now the two of them were evasive, and they couldn't taste the taste of the meal.When picking up vegetables, Ling Yan's hand accidentally touched Zhao'an's, and Zhao'an retracted his hand exaggeratedly like avoiding a flood, which was very hurtful.

Sure enough, Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, and the circles of her eyes couldn't help turning red.

The butler asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao'an hurriedly said: "We don't have anything!" After he finished speaking, he found that he was a bit self-confident, and felt annoyed, so he threw the bowl away and said, "I'm full."

After saying that, he ran out quickly, and just bumped Xiang Bing who was about to enter the door, and grinned at Bing in pain: "Oh, it hurts me to death, what are you doing in such a hurry..."

Zhao'an, who was also knocked to the ground, gritted his teeth in pain but didn't make a sound. He didn't even react when he saw Ling Yu who was behind Xiang Bing, and ran away like a scourge in the house.

Ling Yu asked Ling Yan what was going on, he bowed his head beside him with red eyes and said nothing, seeing that Ling Yan didn't want to talk about Ling Yu, he didn't ask any more.Patting Xiang Bing on the body, he complained to Ling Yu: "Zhao'an didn't know what happened today, he was very angry. He locked himself up for a long time in the morning, and he tossed all the flowers and plants in the yard in the afternoon."

After listening to Xiang Bing's words, and looking at the food in Zhao'an's bowl that had barely moved, Ling Yu frowned.

Half of Zhao'an's head was submerged in the large bathtub, exposing his nose and a pair of wet eyes. He had been soaking in the hot water for a long time, and the sleepiness in summer was rising, but he couldn't stop the heat and anxiety in his heart. .

Last night he had a dream...

In the long dream, gentle touches are everywhere, the faint orchid fragrance carries a hazy feeling, and the only thing that is clear is Ling Yu's gentle smile. When he woke up, he only felt some changes in his body.

It was the first time he experienced these, and he was restless for a day.He stroked his lips, but he clearly confirmed that Ling Yan's feeling was different from his dream, and not everyone felt this way in his dream.

But after all, he kissed Ling Yan, feeling a little embarrassed, and a little greedy for the intimacy with Ling Yu in his dream, a feeling of yearning for intimacy rose from the depths of his body, his fair cheeks were flushed, and he looked up slightly. Head, head is a mess.