My lord, he always wants to talk about feelings with me

Qi Wuji didn't know how he stumbled and ran out of the house. When he came back to his senses, he was slashing a willow tree in front of the posthouse with a knife.

The trunk was covered with knife marks in all directions, revealing the light-colored wooden piles inside, the bark fell to the ground, and the birds perched on the tree flew away.

"Chulang—" the knife fell to the ground, Qi Wuji covered his face tremblingly, and slowly squatted down against the tree.

He should have understood earlier that Mr. Lu went to check the accounts of Yingtian Mansion in Liaodong for the sake of King An, planned to encircle King Fu, and even took the trouble to read the accounts over and over again... All this was for the sake of King An. Jing Yue.

Qi Wuji took a heavy breath, raised his head and looked at the blue sky in a daze, with white clouds and blue birds flying high, his heart that was already full was suddenly empty.

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Lu Xun leaned against the embroidered quilt, opened his mouth, drank a spoonful of medicinal porridge that Jing Yue brought to his lips, chewed and swallowed, raised his eyes and asked, "Why did you slap Qi Wuzhi yesterday?"

"It doesn't look good on him." Jing Yue snorted coldly, held up the spoon and blew it, then handed it over, "Those who dare to think about me, really die."

This made Lu Xun laugh. He raised his foot to kick Jingyue, "Three years old? Still eating jealousy."

"I can't control that much." Jing Yue re-tucked the quilt for him, "You are mine, even if other people can't take a second look at you."

Zhao Ying was about to enter the house, when she heard this, her footsteps were unsteady, and she fell in, "Boom—boom!"

Jing Yue and Lu Xun followed the prestige.

Zhao Ying got up from the ground disheveledly, his eyes dodged, he raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and said, "My lord, my lord..."

"The road won't go away?" Jing Yue withdrew her gaze and continued to feed Lu Xun porridge.

Zhang Huan sniggered gloatingly. He coughed and saluted Jingyue and Lu Xun, "Reporting to the lord, the Jinjin Division has ordered a copy of Prince Fu's mansion. The secretary was escorted back to Chang'an for the interrogation of the three divisions. In addition, the emperor issued a decree, saying that King Fu formed a party for personal gain and intended to conspire against him, but he thought that the old King Fu had made great contributions to protecting the country, and the death was the most important thing, so he no longer pursued it. .”

Jing Yue nodded slightly, indicating that she already knew.

Zhang Huan said again: "The chariots and horses back to Chang'an are ready, when does the prince plan to leave?"

"Tomorrow, let's go after we settle down with Princess Fu." Lu Xun said, "It's been too long in the rivers and lakes, I want to go home soon." Jing Yue shook his head, he said: "You just got rid of the poison, Or rest for a few more days.”

"It's okay." Lu Xun said, "I'm anxious to go back, waiting for you to marry me."

After hearing this, Jing Yue was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, he couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand and pinched Lu Xun's cheek, "You wolf cub is so sweet, he clearly wanted to go back before the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, but he said he was waiting for me to marry you. "

Lu Xun patted Jing Yue's hand off with a smile, pursed his lips, "I can't hide anything from you."

He was in such a hurry to go back, because he really wanted to go back before the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, because in the original book, the secret banquet agreed between Jing Yue and Rong Di Wang Xiu Tuye was on the Mid-Autumn Day, and he couldn't just because of his body, and It dragged down Jing Yue's plan.

Jing Yue sighed, put the bowl down, wiped the rice grains from Lu Xun's lips with a handkerchief, and sighed: "If you have a wife like this, what more can you ask for? If you...would give birth to me again." That would be great, boy..."

"Get out, don't push yourself too hard." Lu Xun kicked him, but Jing Yue hugged him, pressed him on the bed and kissed him.

Zhang Huan and Zhao Ying were interested, looked at each other and quietly exited the room.

Lu Xun turned his head to avoid Jing Yue's kiss, looked at him with unsteady breath, and said softly, "Xiu Tuye is very cautious, so be careful when dealing with him when you return to Chang'an."

"Yeah." Jing Yue took off her coat and boots, opened the embroidered quilt and lay down on Lu Xun's side. He stretched out his arms and hugged his lover into his arms, "Don't worry about me, take good care of yourself."

Lu Xun smiled, moved his head into his arms, and closed his eyes, "Now my poison is cured, and you don't have to worry about the future, just let go and do it, whether you succeed or fail, I will accompany you. "

The two hugged each other in the embroidered quilt, whispering their own words, the green silk was intertwined and piled up beside the pillow, the green gauze curtain was put down, and some sunlight was drawn in, it was very warm to look at.

The matter of arranging Fu Wang's wife and concubines was relatively cumbersome, and Jing Yue was so busy that he didn't even touch the ground. He didn't return to the post house until Lu Xun finished his lunch the next day.

Today Lu Xun changed into a bamboo-green jacket and tied his hair with a jade belt. He had just recovered from the poison, but his body was still cold and he couldn't bear the cold. With Mrs. Tang wrapped around his arms, he leaned softly in front of the bed.

"How do you feel today? Does it still hurt?" Jing Yue stepped forward, exchanged a long kiss with Lu Xun, and asked softly.

"It's better, it doesn't hurt." Lu Xun smiled, he raised his hand and pushed Jing Yue, "I boiled hot water in the soup room, and went to take a bath to relieve fatigue."

"Yeah." Jing Yue agreed, but her body didn't move. She still hugged Lu Xun and had a good time with her lover, then reluctantly took a change of clothes and went to the soup room to take a bath.

When he came out, Lu Xun had already got out of bed and sat on the wooden chair to watch Zhang Huan pack his luggage.

He seemed to be walking out of a scroll, his whole body was full of elegance, a faint blush appeared on his white cheeks, and his thin lips were slightly parted, making people feel that his breath was pure. The sweet scent of rice wine, a drop of tear hangs on the curled and slender eyelashes, which will never fall, like dewdrops on bamboo leaves in autumn.

With just such a startled glance, Jing Yue couldn't move his eyes away. He pursed his thin lips, stepped forward quickly, and hugged his lover into his arms.

"Hey," Lu Xun was taken aback. When he turned around and saw that it was Jing Yue, he relaxed and said with a smile, "Did you finish washing? Go and wipe your hair, we should go."

Jingyue tilted her head to kiss Lu Xun's neck, causing the person in her arms to struggle a little short of breath, then moved his lips away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get well soon, Bao'er, or one day I can't help but kiss Lu Xun's neck. What are you going to do if you eat it?"

"Are you pretending to be a gentleman with me now?" Lu Xun scolded angrily, and he gave Jing Yue a look, "Don't dawdle, go change your clothes."

The setting sun melted into gold, and the blush sunset bloomed a rouge-colored cloud in the sky. Jing Yue helped Lu Xun into the carriage and was about to bend down to get in when she raised her eyes and saw Qi Wuji standing under the willow tree in the distance. His face suddenly became gloomy.

Qiyu came out of the posthouse, and saw the situation where King An and Qi Wuji were at war, and she immediately understood from the bottom of her heart, she covered her lips with a chuckle, and walked to Qi Wuji's side, "Governor, let go, the young master won't look at it." You can see it at a glance."

Qi Wuji's eyes dimmed, he moved his eyes away from the curtains that covered the carriage, and bowed his hands to Qiyu, "Thank you, father-in-law, for your guidance."

"Hey, our family is just telling the truth, not giving advice." Qiyu waved her hand, he helped Qi Wuji up, and sighed, "Don't stand here anymore, if the governor wants to say goodbye, he can say goodbye graciously." Go up, if you poke under the willow tree like this, the young master will not only not look at you, but he will not be moved in the slightest. He is a very cold-hearted person. The governor listened to our family's advice, don't put other thoughts on the young master. "

Qi Wuji opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but finally lowered his head without saying a word.

Zhang Huan flicked his whip, the horse neighed, and the carriage rattled towards the outside of Liaodong City, leaving behind only a disturbing evening wind.

Jing Yue's complexion was not good all the time, even when the carriages left the city, he was still leaning on the cushion with a gloomy expression.

Lu Xun ignored him at first, but in the end he really had nothing to do with him, so he leaned over and coaxed softly, "Are you still angry?"

"Yeah." Jing Yue frowned. He stretched out his hand to wrap Lu Xun in his arms, taught him to rest on his lap, and gently stroked Lu Xun's cheek, "You didn't see the way he looked at you."

Lu Xun frowned and smiled, he pulled Jingyue's wide sleeves in his hand to play with, his slender fingertips brushed the phoenix patterns embroidered with gold thread, and sighed: "What should I do... How can Prince Jing be coaxed when he is angry, why not..."

He spoke very slowly, and his voice was drawn very long, his watery eyes looked at Jing Yue quietly, his bright red thin lips were slightly parted, revealing a few bright white teeth.

Jing Yue's belly was on fire, he took a deep breath, and pulled Lu Xun into his arms.

Lu Xun frowned and smiled. He straddled Jing Yue's lap, opened his waistband with his backhand, and said softly, "What are you doing? I'll reward you. It's hard for you these few days."

Panting and groaning sounds soon came from the carriage, and Zhao Ying sat up straight in an instant, not daring to twist his head, poking like a piece of wood.

Zhang Huan was driving a carriage, and seeing him like that, he couldn't help laughing. He took out two balls of cotton from his pocket and threw them over, "It will take a while to return to Chang'an, you have to learn to get used to it."

A group of people traveled west quickly and rushed back to Chang'an on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Autumn has come to Chang'an, golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, competing with the setting sun for brilliance, and the fragrance in the garden becomes more intense as the dusk deepens. With the west window open, the refreshing evening breeze blows in with the fragrance of chrysanthemums, full of fragrance.

Lu Xun stood in the garden with Tang Pozi in his cage, watching the servants rushing back and forth on the corridor.

When King An returned to the palace, everything in the palace had to be rearranged. The servants had been idle for several months, and now they were busy sweeping the courtyard and arranging the bedrooms.

"It's cold in the garden at night. Let's go back to the house. I'll take you out to enjoy the flowers when Ming'er teaches them to tidy up the bamboo couch." Jing Yue shook off a cloak and put it on Lu Xun, then wrapped her arms around Lu Xun's waist. In his arms, "As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, we will get married."

"Do you want me to help you?" Lu Xun tilted his head and rubbed Jing Yue's cheek, and said, "I'm good at reading books."

Jing Yue chuckled a few times, and walked to the bedroom with his arms around Lu Xun's shoulders, "You don't do anything, you just have to raise it in the palace, and when you are fully recovered, you can give birth to a child for me."

"Don't even think about it, I won't give birth." Lu Xun shook his head and refused without thinking.

The two talked and laughed all the way back to the bedroom.

Prince An's Mansion is not a luxury place, a cave of selling gold. The bedroom is simple and simple. There is a window on the east side, a wooden table under the window, and a bed on the south side. The bedroom has been rearranged, and incense is thoughtfully placed by the bedside.

Lu Xun looked at the furnishings in the room, and said with a smile, "Your Prince An's Mansion is not as rich as the Lu family in Pingjiang, so poor."

"No matter how poor you are, I can afford to marry you." Jing Yue also smiled, and he took off his coat and threw it on the hanger, "Don't worry, this king married you as a decree from the sage, and the dowry money is from the Ministry of Households anyway." branch."

A servant brought hot water for bathing, and the two simply washed up, changed into obscene clothes and lay down on the bed.

The bright moon was like a plate, and the branches of Shutong lay across the moon, like the silver patterns dotted on the jade plate. Lu Xun shrank into Jing Yue's arms, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, I'm home. I've been with you for so long. , I was able to sleep peacefully for the first time."

Jing Yue kissed his temples lightly, "Go to sleep, I won't disturb you tonight."

Traveling all the way from Liaodong to Chang'an, both of them were very tired, and fell into dark and sweet dreams one after another after a while.

Autumn rain fell in the middle of the night, and it fell on the tiles with a ticking sound. Lu Xun was woken up from the cold, and half-opened his eyes to look for Jingyue's warm embrace, but his fingertips felt icy cold.

He opened his eyes, there was no one beside the pillow, Jing Yue had gone somewhere, the window was half open, and autumn wind wrapped in cool rain would blow in from time to time, wet the books on the wooden table.

Lu Xun put on his clothes and got out of bed, lit the lamp, then picked up the candlestick and walked towards the window with his shoes on.

The autumn wind brought coolness, and a thin layer of goose bumps appeared on his body. He flinched, tightened his clothes, and closed the window.

The rain is still falling, as if a dense network of water has formed between the sky and the earth, people are bustling in front of the Weiyang Gate of the Forbidden Palace in Chang'an, and more than 1000 officials in the capital rush over to chat with each other in front of the Weiyang Gate——

"What's going on, why did you call the court meeting suddenly?"

"It's just passed Yinshi, and it's still early for Maozheng."

"The guards at the Weiyang Gate said that they have not received an order from the Holy Master and cannot open the city gate at any time."

All the civil servants were summoned by an oral order. Kui Ye was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by his attendants, saying that the sage had informed the court meeting, so all the officials hurriedly put on court uniforms and rushed to Weiyang Gate. Many of them lost their boots in a hurry. If it is worn backwards, the tooth wat is also crooked.

The autumn rain continued, and soon everyone's clothes were soaked, and the Weiyang door was still closed and never opened.

The guards at the Weiyang Gate did not dare to let all the officials into the city without authorization, so after deliberation, they decided to go to the Qiande Hall to ask the Holy One for instructions.

Jing Jun was sleeping soundly, and was woken up by the eunuch who was watching the night. He was very puzzled when he heard about the "Hundreds of Officials Meeting". He put on his clothes and got out of bed and said, "When did I pass on such an oral order? Did they remember it wrong?"

"The imperial guards are kneeling outside the hall right now, Lord Long Live go out and take a look."

The night guard eunuch dressed Jing Jun quickly, and then walked obediently aside with a palace lantern to guide him.

The rain became heavier, and the raindrops kept falling on the buckle ridge tiles. A thin layer of puddles had accumulated on the corridors of the palace, which were stepped on by hurried steps, creating a layer of broken ripples. The dim light reflected on it.

Hearing a "squeak", the gate of the city opened, and the noisy and complaining civil servants suddenly fell silent. They all knelt down and bowed to Jing Jun, "My ministers see the Holy One!"

Sitting on the dragon chariot, Jing Jun slightly raised his hands towards the ministers, "All my loves, please get up quickly."

All the ministers shouted "Shang Shang Sheng Ming", and then stood up one after another.

Jing Jun looked at everyone one by one, and asked with a frown, "Why did all the lovers come to the court at night? I didn't pass on this verbal order, but someone played it on purpose?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the ministers changed.

The court meeting is an important event in the Chu Dynasty, who dared to make such a joke after being overwhelmed by ambition?Moreover, more than 1000 civil officials in Chang'an were alarmed.

For a while, there was complete silence in front of Weiyang's gate.

Jing Jun's face became more and more ugly.

Oral orders are usually given by the emperor to the Supervisor of Jinjin, and then passed on to the court officials by the people of the Supervisor of Jinjin. He did not know about the Kuiye court meeting this time, but all the officials came here in the rain after receiving the oral order... .Then, there is only one person in Quan Chang'an who is so bold as to let the Supervisor of Jin Jin give a false oral order.

The fist on the armrest of the walking chariot was gradually clenched, Jing Jun's face was livid, he gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "Go to Prince An's Mansion, I want to pay a good respect to this uncle who just came back from Liaodong!"

The front hall of Prince An's Mansion was brightly lit. Jing Yue was wearing a purple gown with a brocade pattern of phoenix birds and a square heart with a curved collar. The sleeves were engraved with purple phoenix and magpie patterns, and a white jade pendant hung on her waist. She sat on a wooden chair with a calm expression. It's Qiyu in a robe embroidered with gold flying fish.

Zhang Huan walked in from the outside wrapped in the cold rain, and saluted Jing Yue, "My lord, the dragon chariot of the Holy Majesty has arrived."

"En." Jing Yue replied lightly, he picked up the teacup, drank tea slowly, without moving his buttocks.

With a sullen expression, Jing Jun waved away the eunuch who was about to support him, and strode towards the front hall, "Wow—" the carved bamboo door slammed against the wall, Jing Jun stepped in, walked straight in front of Jing Yue, and said with a sneer : "Long time no see, Uncle Huang. As soon as he returned to Beijing, there was such a big commotion."

Jingyue didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He blew on the tea foam and drank his tea. Then he looked at his nephew, raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "Why? You don't welcome me?"

"Welcome, Uncle Huang is very happy to return to Beijing!" Jing Jun almost gritted his teeth and said these words, he bent down suddenly, and put the tip of his nose against Jing Yue's, their breaths were entangled, He whispered: "Uncle...do you really think I dare not do anything to you?"

Jing Yue sneered, raised her hand to push Jing Jun away, then slowly stood up and walked to the door, he closed the bamboo door, and then turned to look at Jing Jun, "Good nephew, what are you going to do to this king?" ? Take me to Fengyang for confinement, or poison Lu Xun to force him to kill me?"

Jing Jun's face changed, he pursed his lips, and said nothing.

The rain beat plantains outside the window, the sky was getting brighter, and a gust of wind slipped into the house, blowing the candles to dance.

Jing Yue looked at Jing Jun leisurely, the smile on his face faded a little bit, and finally, only the cold killing intent remained in his eyes, his figure was slightly hidden, and he raised his hand and grabbed Jing Jun's neck.

"I guarded the country for you, retreated from the barbarians, killed rebellious ministers, and didn't let your hands get a little bit of blood. Is this how you repay me?" Jing Yue said word by word, his eyes were red, and his voice was a little hoarse , "Six, you planted six bone-attached needles in one breath, you are so cruel, Jing Jun... I'm left with him... I don't even touch him Don't even dare, you just let my lover hurt like that under my nose? Do you have to make me feel cold towards you bit by bit? "

He violently pushed Jing Jun to the ground, then took a deep breath, his eyes gradually dimmed, "Jing Jun, you let me down so much."