My historian is dying every day

A few people returned to Zhaohua Mountain in the afternoon, Qi Yu stayed in the White Tiger Camp to discuss matters, and Gong Zhiyuan accompanied Wen Yanzhi back to the temple.

When Qi Yu came out from the White Tiger Camp, the sky was covered with evening stars.When he picked up the mountain road and walked to the backyard of Zhaohua Temple, he remembered what happened during the day again. Wen Yanzhi's face and those clear eyes vaguely came to mind.

The idiot raised his face and looked at him with a smile... The warm fingertips brushed the side of his lips, and he opened his lips into a smile...

Qi Yuqu tapped his forehead with his fingers to dispel the images in his mind.He raised his head, but still couldn't help but glance behind the rock.

All the lights in the small meditation room were extinguished.

He sighed, had no choice but to open the door and go into the house to sleep.

The next day, Li Gengnian got up early in the morning to go to the top of Zhaohua Mountain to practice swords. When he came back, it was just dawn, and he was about to walk into the stone path behind the mountain. He saw a tall figure in the backyard. Entered the emperor's big meditation room.

Just when the man turned around to close the door, Li Gengnian opened his eyes wide.

——It's the emperor!

The emperor went to fetch water by himself!What are you carrying water for?Why didn't you tell me to pick it up?Why do you have to close the door after you bring the water?bath?Use cold water?Li Gengnian quickly remembered the entrustment made by Duke Zhou in the middle of the night, and hurriedly stood outside the door of the emperor's room, listening attentively.

After a while, there was a sound of scrubbing and washing cloth in the room... and the emperor sighed.

——The emperor is washing clothes?Your majesty, wash your clothes by yourself?Sighing while washing?

——Didn’t you bring your personal followers?Isn't there me?Why does the emperor have to wash his own clothes?Won't you wake us up early in the morning?Do you find it troublesome?No matter how troublesome it is, can I have the trouble of doing my own laundry?

Li Gengnian was so suspicious that his head was full of question marks, he couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, the door of the Zen room suddenly opened.Qi Yu was carrying the bucket, eye to eye with Li Gengnian in front of him.

A suspicious blush appeared on Qi Yu's face: "..."

Li Gengnian was embarrassed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Looking down at the bucket, "I help you pour it out!"

"It's okay." Qi Yu hastily turned away his hand holding the bucket, walked around Li Gengnian calmly, poured a bucket of water for washing things into the weedy field, put down the bucket and walked back, coughing lightly twice as if inadvertently. Voice.

——The emperor saw me and didn't let me pour water?Li Gengnian was completely dumbfounded.

Suddenly I really want to know what the emperor is washing.Such a taboo, could it be that... Your Majesty... is the same as when I was young...

Qi Yu walked into the room, then turned around suddenly, and looked at Li Gengnian threateningly: "This matter must not be discussed with anyone." Just as he was about to turn around and continue walking, he added: "Especially Wen Yanzhi."

Li Gengnian was stunned: "Oh. Oh no, I obey the order."

This kind of thing, of course, cannot be said.

When Qi Yu closed the door, Li Gengnian vaguely saw through the crack of the door—on the chair outside the meditation room, a pair of gold silk underwear and a thin quilt were hanging to dry.

Li Gengnian slowly narrowed his eyes and nodded.

Your majesty... as expected...

—I wet the bed.

Since ancient times, emperors have had unspeakable secrets, hey.

Wen Yan didn't sleep well all night. After waking up, he thought over and over again about Qi Yu's appearance in the small restaurant in Dayu Village, and the temperature of his fingertips at that time. He finally felt bored, so he simply got up in the morning light and took a shower. After that, he walked to the backyard with Gong Zhiyuan.

The monks placed two plates of cold cucumbers and a steamer of steamed buns on the stone table.

——How much do you like eating steamed buns?

Wen Yanzhi felt empty in his stomach and very hungry.After the incident at the restaurant yesterday, he had no appetite all day long. At night, he was hungry and wanted to eat the [-]-meter crisp, but he remembered that he had already given the [-]-rice crisp to the emperor...

Wen Yanzhi heaved a sigh.

Gong Zhiyuan turned his head: "Brother Wen, why, you don't eat cucumbers?"

Wen Yanzhi pouted, "Eat, I'm not picky."

Hey, I'll borrow something from the kitchen to make some [-]-meter crisps, vegetarian ones are fine.

As soon as they sat down, Qi Yu led Li Gengnian to come from the meditation room.

Wen Yanzhi raised his face to look at Qi Yu, blinked his eyes, "Liu Shilang." He lowered his head and gnawed on steamed buns and picked up cucumbers.

Qi Yu looked at the snow-white neck from the back of Wen Yan's head to under the collar, and felt a rush of hot blood from his lower abdomen to the top of his head, and couldn't help but think of the dream last night...

The person in the dream has a slender and tender figure...the thin blue clothes are slightly wet and half faded...the blushing face...the room is filled with a delicate fragrance...the forbearance whisper...and those misty eyes...the autumn water is clear and lingering ...

Qi Yu swallowed the scalding hot air again, and tried his best to endure it, almost smelling blood between his mouthpieces.

Li Gengnian quietly watched his emperor's blushing face from the side, feeling distressed.

Because of his unspeakable concealment, the emperor was unable to face all the officials in the court.

He nodded, it seems that in order for the emperor to regain his imperial glory, the minister must solve the emperor's worries and problems!

It was an unusually quiet breakfast.Both Qi Yu and Wen Yanzhi lowered their heads and ate the steamed buns, but Gong Zhiyuan asked Li Gengnian with strange eyes, what's going on?

Guard Li shook his head inscrutablely, hum, mortals, mere sixth-rank chiefs, and the unspeakable hidden secrets of the emperor's golden body, how can you know?

After finally finishing eating, the monks and a few relatives came to clean up the dishes and steamer.Before going to bed last night, Qi Yu thought about talking to Wen Yanzhi again, but after a dream last night, he absolutely dare not stand in front of Wen Yanzhi, and hurriedly took Li Gengnian down the mountain after eating.

Li Gengnian hurriedly followed, and he went wherever the emperor said.

Don't worry, Your Majesty, no matter what, I have ministers to accompany you.

As soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the news from the secret guard said that Taifu Lin's people had moved, and they were rehearsing at some point, and they were expected to be dispatched in a few days.After discussing with the left and right generals of the White Tiger Camp, Qi Yu decided that the two of them would each lead a group of troops to ambush in the mountain pass, and then inform the Sima of the Six States that they must take down the rebel generals one by one.

After setting up several times, he looked at the blueprints of the military defense, had a quick meal at noon and was about to finish in the afternoon. When Qi Yu walked up the mountain again, he was already holding a lamp, but his stomach was empty again.

Li Gengnian next to him was holding a strange long cloth bag.Seeing this, Qi Yu couldn't help but ask, "What did you get?"

Li Gengnian said honestly: "I want to make soup."

Soup?Qi Yu nodded and didn't ask any more questions, that's right, there isn't much good food on the mountain.

Back in the temple, Qi Yu turned on the light in the Zen room, and didn't plan to go to sleep, but to read a book.Seeing this, Li Gengnian found his relatives as usual and called Wen Yanzhi to record the history, then he quietly carried the cloth bag to the kitchen.

——Let me alone, bear the pain for the emperor.

In this room, Qi Yu was sitting on the arhat bed in the inner room and reading a book. After a while, he saw Wen Yan walking into the flower screen with a stack of flower notes on his face, kneeling down and saying, "I heard that the emperor has not rested yet, so my minister came here." Record the history. My minister pays respects to the emperor."

Qi Yu froze for a moment, then nodded, "Get up." Then he remembered that this idiot hadn't been by his side for several days.

Wen Yanzhi stood upright by the wall next to him, and started to write as soon as he raised his pen.

——The old look.

Qi Yu raised his head slightly, wanting to see what the idiot was writing, but Wen Yanzhi hugged the flower note vigilantly, and looked at it steadily, "Did the humble minister disturb the emperor's purity?"

Qi Yu laughed, "Not yet."

Wen Yanzhi then lowered his head dumbly, looked at the previous article, and continued to brush with a soft charcoal brush, with a serious look between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Remember what?" Qi Yu propped his head and looked at him sideways.

Wen Yanzhi poked his neck and said: "Report to the emperor, the real record."

Qi Yu nodded, "But Master Gong explained the matter of farming yesterday?"

Wen Yanzhi paused his pen, curled his lips and said: "Uh, my Majesty,...no."

What is he hemming?

Qi Yu frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart, so he stood up abruptly, and instantly saw the words "Emperor got up to go to the toilet" written on the top of the paper.

He felt as if the blood was exploding all over his body, and his eyes immediately glared at Wen Yanzhi.

——Do you have to remember the hut I went to yesterday? !

——What's more, it's that kind of hut!

Qi Yu took another step closer to Wen Yanzhi, looked at him with deep eyes, and raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth: "Wen Sheren, do you know what you are remembering?"

Wen Yanzhi hugged Huajian tightly and raised his face, his eyes were full of anger: "How can the emperor spy on the record!"

It was this face again, with jade, white clouds and clean, elegant and elegant face.

It was this pair of eyes, as clear as water, full of brilliance.

Perhaps, there are many evil thoughts in a person's life, all of which can be turned into flowing water and thrown into dust, but the evil thoughts in Qi Yu's mind at the moment are not of this kind.This evil thought, I don't know when it started, it followed him, every day and night, whenever I saw the thin person in front of me, whenever I heard his voice like hitting jade, every time I uttered a sentence, it deepened an inch, penetrated into the bone, until now , I'm afraid it's not an ordinary delusion——

He fled and couldn't escape.He avoided it, but he couldn't.

Today, he is already terminally ill.

Seeing that he was bullying him, Wen Yanzhi couldn't help but want to retreat, but there was a stone wall behind him, where could he avoid?He had no choice but to tightly hold the soft carbon in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "The emperor wants to beat a humble minister again, isn't he afraid of leaving his name in history?"

Qi Yu casually took out the soft charcoal pen in his hand, snapped it into two pieces and threw it aside, looked down into his eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid, but I really don't want to hit you."

——Reluctance...Reluctance?

Wen Yan was startled, before he had time to speak, the next moment, Qi Yu raised his hands to hold his reddish cheeks, and kissed his blush thin lips.