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

It's night, the bright moon is far away in the night sky, and the clear moonlight is sprinkled on the world. The horizontal branches of the trees are sparse, and the shadows are hanging on the ground, blending with the frosty moonlight, like the lines carved on a jade plate, and dripping on the water surface, splashing A layer of ripples, streaming fireflies dotted, shone like stars in front of the window.

There was silence in the Qiande Hall, Jing Jun was sleeping soundly on his desk, with hangover tiredness on his brows and eyes.

That was the six-year cold winter of Shunkang.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the father and mother went to Fengyang to worship their ancestors and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.More than half of the guards and maids in the palace were taken out, leaving only a few eunuchs who cleaned the palace.He read a few pages of "University" with Meng Ge, and found it very boring.

The sky was gloomy, with goose feathers and heavy snow. Outside the window, a tree of red plums had sprouted buds, and it was lying in front of the window of the carved pavilion. Snow fell on the petals, red and white, very beautiful.

A chubby little sparrow landed on a branch, causing the trees to be covered with snow. He held his breath, watching the little sparrow's head bit by bit, playing with plum petals. Suddenly, the little sparrow Accidentally, it rolled down from the branch.

His eyes widened in an instant, and he stood up suddenly and wanted to use his hands to support him, but Mr. Meng Ge slapped his palm with a ruler.

"Ouch!" He stomped his feet in pain, looked at the serious teacher with tears in his eyes, and was about to bow his head to admit his mistake, when he heard a familiar voice from outside, "Today's laba, Mr. Meng Ge should not be so harsh on His Highness the Crown Prince!" .”

The visitor wore a unicorn cloak trimmed with gold thread, and when he entered the door, he was wrapped in a gust of cold wind and frost, which made the candles in the Wenhua Hall tremble.

"Little Uncle Huang!" His whole pupils brightened, and he ran in front of the visitor, hugging a sleeve that was stained with snow.

Little Uncle Huang was half a body taller than him, and every time he had to stand on tiptoes and raise his head high, he could see Uncle Huang's face.

At that time, he always thought that when he grows up, he will be like the emperor's uncle, with good looks and good martial arts.

"Today's Laba, Prince An's Mansion made Laba porridge, and I brought some Laba garlic for His Highness along the way." The uncle hugged him with one arm, smiling from the corners of his brows and eyes.

The two were sitting together on a thickly upholstered armchair. He was small, and when he sat on it, his legs hung over the edge of the chair, swinging back and forth.The little Huangshu put Laba porridge on the table, tapped his knees with chopsticks, frowned, and scolded: "Your Highness, pay attention to your sitting posture."

He wasn't annoyed, he just grinned, slipped his small body into the man's skirt, and leaned on him in every possible way.

At that time, he felt that as long as the little emperor uncle was around, he would not be afraid of the sky falling.

Later, when his father passed away, a group of civil servants put heavy and heavy clothes on him with stern faces. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe, and his eyes widened to look for the figure of the emperor's uncle in the crowd.

The emperor's uncle was standing one step away from him, wearing a crown suit similar to his, his figure was still tall and tall, but his face was very indifferent, looking at the officials kneeling at his feet motionless.

He felt that something was wrong with Uncle Huang.

This person is far away from him, he no longer hugs and coaxes him softly as he did when he was a child, and he no longer indulges himself in playing and playing, but he still relies on the emperor... because in this cold city of Chang'an , he only has the emperor's uncle.

But the uncle didn't want him anymore.

During the Shangyuan Festival, a series of lanterns were hung in the palace. He was about to sneak out of the palace to look for the emperor's uncle, but he was grabbed by the neck and pushed onto the dragon chair——

He struggled in fear, desperately shouting "Uncle Huang, save me", the candlestick was knocked down and rolled on the ground, in the flickering light, he saw the man's sharp silhouette and red eyes.

The blood all over his body was instantly cold, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

——The person who wanted to strangle him was Uncle Huang.

Jing Jun woke up with a start, his heart pounding as if he was going to jump out of his chest, Jing Yue's ferocious face gradually disappeared from his eyes, and the warm yellow candlelight fluttered.

It has been more than seven years since he thought of these childhood events, but the scene in the dream is still so clear that he still remembers the warmth of Little Huangshu hugging him.

Raising his sleeves to wet his forehead with cold sweat, Jing Yue sat quietly with his hands on his forehead, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and after a moment of silence, he opened the jade box at hand.

A paper crane and a pen are quietly placed on the red silk.

He reached out to take out the pen, and repeatedly stroked the word "Xun" carved in gold-plated seal on the barrel of the pen.

In the second year of Xianheng, he had been living in fear and hatred. The emperor uncle who had been relying on him since he was a child wanted to kill himself in the end. He could not accept this fact, and he would never forgive Jing Yue.

The relationship between the uncle and nephew was extremely cold, and Jing Yue no longer concealed his ambition to usurp the throne. He had to intervene in all matters of the court, and the official he appointed, Jing Yue, would kill as soon as he said it, without even saying hello.

So, he became more and more desperate in the high-walled forbidden palace, and was dragged into the abyss of darkness by hatred... At this time, the man appeared, wearing a jade belt, dressed in white, bathed in the moonlight, and facing towards the sky with a smile. He stretched out his hand.

"Child, why are you so sad? Can you smile?" The man sat with him on the steps in front of the hall, and stretched out his arms to wrap himself in his arms. "Hey, don't be so sad all day, let's bask moonlight."

At that time, he resisted this person in his heart, but his body subconsciously wanted to get into that person's arms, because it had been a long time since no one hugged him intimately.

The man took out a piece of paper as if conjuring, flipped his fingers nimbly, and folded a paper crane in the blink of an eye, "Here, Thousand Paper Cranes, I'll give it to you. When you're unhappy, you can origami cranes to play with."

As a prince, he has played and seen everything, but he still took over the paper crane.

Maybe it was because the moonlight was too dazzling that night, looking at the paper crane, his eyes gradually got wet.

Later, he learned that the man was the young master of the Pingjiang Lu Mansion. Under the wild surprise, he went out of the palace to find him in Pingjiang, but he left in good spirits and returned disappointed—the young master Lu of Pingjiang looked just like that man, But their temperaments are very different. Moreover, Young Master Lu doesn't know how to origami cranes.

After that night, that person never appeared again. For seven years, he searched for that person for seven years and waited for seven years.

The door of Qiande Hall was pushed open by the eunuch, "Your Majesty, the prince is awake, and the little prince is feeding the soup right now."

Jing Jun was taken aback for a moment, he put the pen and paper crane back into the jade box, frowned and said, "When I wake up, I wake up, and I have to tell me about this kind of thing? I'm not interested in knowing whether King An is dead or alive."

When the eunuch saw that the Holy One was angry, he knelt down in a hurry, his body shaking like chaff, he licked his lips, and said in a trembling voice: "Hui, Huishang, you just said that you want to see King An..."

"Okay, there's no need to look at it, I just fell asleep." Jing Jun waved his hand to interrupt, presumably he shouted unconsciously when he was asleep.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, stood up, looked at the dark sky outside, and asked, "What time is it?"

"Returning to the Holy Majesty, at the hour of Yin, it's time to wash up and go to court." The eunuch replied respectfully.

Jing Jun nodded, he walked to the sleeping hall, stood still in front of the clothes hanger, and then four or five court ladies filed in and put the cumbersome crown gown on his still slightly thin shoulders.

After freshening up and entering the main hall, civil servants and generals fell to their knees one after another, Jing Jun subconsciously glanced at the chair on the right side of the dragon chair.

It was empty above, and there was no familiar figure of that person from the past.

Closing his eyes, Jing Yue exhaled, raised his hand slightly, and said loudly, "Everyone loves you."

The regent did not come to the court, which made the atmosphere in the hall very strange. The officials and the emperor were silent for half a stick of incense before someone stood up to report the matter.

The surname of the minister was Kou, and his name was Qian. During the Shunkang period, he served as a vacant post in Yude. Because he was outspoken and remonstrated, he often refused to let the emperor step down. Therefore, the first emperor refused to give him real power. He was promoted only after King An became the regent. He was a cabinet bachelor, and was promoted to a cabinet second assistant a few years ago.

Kou Qian is wearing a scarlet robe with a brush, a jade belt painted with honeysuckle around his waist, and a fish bag. His white beard hangs down on his chest, his eyebrows stand erect, and his body is very straight.

He cupped his hands and saluted Jing Jun, and said in a loud voice: "My lord, Meng Gong, the criminal minister, has been imprisoned. We should conduct a joint trial with the three divisions as soon as possible, and check the officials who have dealings with Meng Gong, and impeach the money of the Meng family... .Furthermore, he colluded with foreign countries with Fu Wang, and his crime should be punished. He should order the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of War to jointly investigate the case and find out other spies and officials in our dynasty who colluded with foreign countries, so as to protect us forever."

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

The chief assistant of the cabinet, Meng Gong, has been in power for more than ten years. More than half of the current court officials are selected by him personally.

Kou Qian didn't understand the stakes involved, and made a generous statement in front of the palace, causing the civil officials to hold grudges against him, and immediately someone stood up to refute.

For a while, there was a noisy commotion in the hall.

Some civil servants said that Mr. Meng Ge had devoted himself to assisting the emperor for so many years, so he should not have inspected the Meng Mansion. Some people said that Meng Gong’s collusion with the enemy and treason was an unforgivable crime. Some people said that Meng Gong should be killed, but innocent people should not be implicated, lest the court fall into cronyism. fight.

Jing Jun sits in a high position and is disturbed by the quarrels of these civil servants. The red-robed and blue-robed civil servants continue to go to court. They insist on their own words and stand on their feet morally. The case of Meng Gong.

Just when I was bored, I suddenly heard a cold male voice from outside: "Meng Gong formed a clique for private interests, planted a private army, let the wild dogs of Dongying massacre the city, embezzled the king's law, every crime can have his head removed, now in the court, Someone actually interceded for Meng Gong?"

Jing Yue was dressed in an official uniform with a purple luan song collar and a purple gold crown on his head. He climbed up the steps, stepped into the main hall, and swept all the officials one by one. Always dedicated to the Chu Dynasty, "sages don't kill heroes" or something like that?"

The civil servants who had been in a mess fell silent, their eyes dodged and they bowed their heads in silence.

Jingyue sneered, walked straight to the third-tiered hall, waved his robe, and sat down on the empty seat beside the dragon chair. He leaned back on the chair, rubbed the black jade finger on his hand repeatedly, and asked, "Say what?" , why don’t you talk anymore?”

Jing Jun turned his head to look at Jing Yue, and moved his eyes down, wanting to see the wound on his stomach, but of course the hideous scar was covered by the overly ornate court clothes.

"You don't want to say it, or you won't say it?" Jing Yue asked.

The only advantage of sitting in a high position is that you can clearly see the subtle and subtle expressions on everyone's face. Jing Yue raised her finger and pointed at Kou Qian, "Since you all don't speak, let Kou Aiqing finish the sentence."

When Kou Qian was called by name, he was taken aback for a moment, then he cupped his hands and made an impassioned speech.

He was dedicated to the country, and every word he said was to make the court officials more honest and the country better.

Jing Yue nodded while listening, and when Kou Qian said he was tired, he raised his hand to interrupt, "Kou Ge take a break, I understand. The matter of Meng Gong will be handed over to you by me and the Holy Majesty, and I will retire from the court." Afterwards, you come to the side hall to receive the imperial edict. You don’t have to be afraid to do things, anyone who dares to disobey your order, just send someone to report to the King and the Holy One.”

What Kou Qian said was full of tears, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Jing Yue and Jing Jun, "I will definitely live up to my mission."

All the civil servants were listening with livid faces.

The imperial edict tapestry is a special authority granted by the Taizu of this dynasty for civil servants to handle affairs. Those who hold this tapestry can order hundreds of officials without asking the emperor for instructions.

King An Jingyue is not giving them a way out, and he is determined to change the court all over again.

The civil servants made gestures to each other and exchanged eye contact for a moment, and then, led by the servant of the household department, "Wow--" the Chinese officials in the hall fell to their knees.

The servant of the household department beat his chest and wept bitterly, weeping blood every word, he said: "My lord, my lord! It is an inhumane and unrighteous act to kill the old nine clans of Mengge. It will anger the heavens and bring disasters. Torture, with a saint..."

"This king does not imitate the heart of Yao and Shun, and the Holy One also has his own way of governing the country." Jing Yue interrupted, looking indifferently at the kneeling civil servants, and said coldly: "Put away your benevolence, righteousness and morality." Speech. All of you here have not read the Four Books and Five Classics? Who doesn’t know that a sage should establish his heart for the world, establish his life for the people, and inherit his knowledge for the past? What’s the use of Xu Shilang talking about these empty words chewed up by the ancients? Chu Court civil servants recite the scriptures every day, so they don’t get corrupted? Meng Gong is so knowledgeable, but he still corrupted the law and colluded with foreign countries. Is this what you call benevolence, righteousness and morality?”

He sneered and continued: "Renue, righteousness and morality can regulate a person's behavior, but they are not the rules and order that restrain everyone's behavior. You are the 'parents and officials' of the people all over the world. Now let's ask ourselves, how many people have truly achieved Confucius and Mencius? The so-called virtue of a sage? Don’t talk about it if you can’t do it. Governance depends on real ability, not imaginary morality. That's the reason."

After saying these words, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of all the civil servants, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva, their eyes were erratic.

Xu Zheng, the servant of the household department, was about to defend himself, but Jing Yue interrupted him by raising his hand. He said: "Everyone is kneeling in the hall today, are you trying to force the palace? Well, this king has fulfilled the wishes of all adults." A group of armored guards rushed in from outside. They picked up the civil officials who were kneeling on the ground, and tried to pull them out of the hall.

Jing Yue slapped the armrest of the chair, and he said coldly, "They are all dedicated ministers of the Chu Dynasty, how can you drag them?"

All the guards looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss as to what to do, Jing Yue changed the subject, "—Get out!"

After a while of commotion, the hall returned to calm, and the rest of the civil servants and generals breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.They didn't expect An Wangfu to carry out drastic reforms as soon as he returned to Beijing, and they couldn't react for a while.

Jing Yue straightened her wide sleeves slowly, and when she spoke again, her tone was much softer. He said, "You are all talents selected from the palace examination. Now is the time for employing people. Please work hard and assist the Holy One in governing the country."

All the ministers were stunned for a moment, then knelt down one after another, kowtowed and shouted.

"The ministers will die for the prince and the saint!"

The sound of all the officials worshiping was like thunder, but Jing Jun's face became more and more gloomy.

Now every oath of the ministers in the hall is "the prince and the sage". As the king of a country, his subjects have to kowtow for him and another person at the same time.

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to sleep soundly?

King An Jingyue was clearly warning himself silently that if he was restless again, he would definitely pull him down from his high position, and he would end up like King Fu who was shot and killed in front of the south gate.

Jing Jun's hands covered by his wide sleeves slowly tightened. He gritted his teeth, turned his head, and gave Jing Yue a complicated look. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "The case of Meng Gong will be handed over to Mr. Kou Ge." Deal with it. It's still early, and I will discuss with all my lovers the matter of King An's false transmission of oral instructions."

As soon as these words came out, all the officials in the hall were stunned. They blinked and looked at King An.

The dispute between the Holy Majesty and King An is well known in the court, but it is a private matter of the uncle and nephew, and all the officials are used to being cautious. As long as King An's intention of treason is not revealed clearly, they will always be open-minded. Close one eye.

Jing Yue raised her eyebrows, tapped her fingers on the armrest, and fell silent.

Jing Jun continued: "King An falsely passed on an oral order to let the ministers go to Weiyang Gate in the rain at night. Although this is just a farce, but the imperial power is granted by heaven, and King An is so blaspheming the way of heaven, it is an unforgivable crime! But--Nian in An Wang Liaodong made meritorious deeds in repelling the enemy, so this matter will be dealt with lightly, and Wang An Jingyue will be fined for one year and suspended from duty to apologize."

The faces of all the ministers changed again. The implication of "suspension and apology" is: I want to seize power and govern myself. If King An doesn't let go of power, he will be imprisoned in Fengyang ancestral temple and die alone.

There was silence in the hall, except for the crackling of candles from time to time.

"Okay." Jing Yue sneered to break the silence, he nodded, and stood up briskly, "Very good, the suspension and apology, the Holy Majesty has already talked about this, how dare a courtier not obey? "

After finishing speaking, he took off the black jade wrench that he had worn for 16 years, threw it away, a black light flashed, and with a "ding bell", the wrench rolled several times on the desk in front of Jing Jun, and finally lay on the corner of the table .

Jing Yue didn't look at Jing Jun again, and went straight out of the hall.

Jing Jun looked at his fading figure, moved his fingers on the armrest, and finally pulled his eyes away abruptly.

As long as he does not take charge of the government for a day, he will not be able to forgive Jing Yue for a day, and his hatred for Jing Yue will become more and more distorted.His fear of Jing Yue stems from the power in this person's hands. Only when Jing Yue is forced to have nothing, can he feel at ease and rely on this emperor uncle wholeheartedly like he did when he was a child.

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Jing Yue returned to the palace in a carriage. Zhang Huan and Zhao Ying were squatting in front of the rockery with bitter faces and sighing. Mr. Lu's living ancestor, if you don't go, he will demolish the palace."

"What's the matter?" Jing Yue took the hand towel from the guard, wiped her hands and asked.

Zhang Huan pulled his face, and sighed: "When the man woke up, he stabbed people with a knife, and said that he would not want to fall under the prince of Chenghuan even if he was killed with a knife...and said that the prince Desperate for conscience..."

"Needless to say." Jing Yue raised his hand to interrupt, he thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the backyard, "My lord, go and have a look."

As soon as she stepped into the Moon Cave Gate in the backyard, Jing Yue heard the sound of breaking tables and chairs.

Lu Xun was tied to a pillar. He was lucky enough to break free several times, but failed. In a fit of despair, he lifted his foot to kick the wooden chair next to him, raised his eyebrows and cursed at the same time, "If you want to kill, kill me, why marry me into Ann?" The palace is humiliating in every possible way! Wang An is a thief! I taught you to escape from death last night, and your fate is determined!"

He reprimanded An Wang Jingyue for being treacherous and cunning, and for being a cancer of the country, his words were quite powerful and loud.

Just as he was cursing heartily, the door hinge was pushed away from the outside with a "squeak".

Jing Yue stood against the light at the door, and he asked softly, "Has Lu Shaoxia scolded enough? If you are not relieved, I will bring you a cup of tea, and you can continue to scold after drinking."

Lu Xun's face darkened, and he let out a breath from his nostrils, his eyes were full of disgust and contempt, he turned his head, unwilling to look at Jing Yue.

Jing Yue was not annoyed, she just walked up to Lu Xun expressionlessly, and looked down at the person who fell on the ground.As if recalling something from the past, his eyes softened a lot. Jing Yue slowly stretched out her hand, pinched the jaw of the person in front of her, and suddenly raised——

A pair of furious and loathing eyes looked over.

Jing Yue was slightly stunned, and the little hope in her heart darkened.

Not wolf cubs.

The wolf cub's eyes were very clear, and there was light when he looked at him.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, Jing Yue let go of his hand, how could he remember the night when he met the wolf cub in Huaiyang City just now... maybe the wolf cub left without saying goodbye, he missed it so much .

"It's up to you to kill or cut! But you don't want to teach me how to be easy!" Lu Xun gritted his white teeth until they "squeaked".

Jing Yue suddenly came back to his senses, he frowned slightly, and glanced at Lu Xun with displeasure.

What did this man eat to grow up? Not to mention stupid as a pig, his temper is as disgusting as Mr. Lu's.

There was an all-too-familiar voice in his ear, but the content of the words was unbearable. Jing Yue was upset when he heard it. He bent down suddenly, grabbed Lu Xun's neck, and said coldly: "You give me peace, now After passing through the door, you will be my concubine, and if I am in a good mood to serve you, I will love you more. Don't give me your life or not, and don't jump around in front of me."

Lu Xun was startled by Jing Yue's sudden anger, he blinked, and the scolding stopped abruptly.

Jing Yue collected herself, suppressed the irritability in her heart, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly loosened the hand that was pinching Lu Xun's neck.

Lu Xun coughed several times, panting heavily, and glared at Jing Yue bitterly.

Jing Yue ignored him, bent down to untie the rope for him, and said softly: "Let's go, breakfast is prepared in the kitchen, follow me to eat."

The binding of hands and feet was loosened, and Lu Xun suddenly jumped up from the ground, took out his dagger and wanted to stab Jing Yue's chest without saying a word.

In the end, before the blade touched Jing Yue's chest, a purple light flashed in front of his eyes, his lower back went numb, and his whole body went limp.

Jing Yue raised her arms to catch Lu Xun, stretched out her hand to touch his Ya point, then called two servants and ordered them to carry Lu Xun to her bedroom.

Zhang Huan had already prepared the dishes, and when he saw Jing Yue come in through the curtain, he cupped his hands and saluted.

Jing Yue nodded slightly, and walked straight behind the screen. When she came out again, she had changed into a light cloak, her belly was wrapped with a thick bandage, and a mass of blood was still oozing out.

He sat down at the table, curled his fingers and tapped the table.

The two boys understood and put Lu Xun beside Jing Yue.

Jing Yue stirred the hibiscus caviar soup in the white porcelain bowl, then scooped up a spoonful, raised her hand to Lu Xun's lips, "Eat."

Lu Xun's dumb acupoint was pressed and he couldn't speak, he just stared at Jing Yue.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and Lu Xun finally opened his mouth to drink it with a gloomy face. After that, with a "bah", he spit all the porridge on Jingyue.

The author has something to say: The original owner: King An's dog thief!I am sworn to death with you!Don't you want to insult me!you are not human!You are devoid of conscience...

Jing Yue: ...Is there something wrong with this person?My lord, when will the silly batch go offline?Give me back my king's humble baby.

Author: Your daughter-in-law is of course you trying to find a way to get it back, and baby Xun is not my boyfriend, hum~╭(╯^╰)╮