He thought he was bewitched

There are still three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the palace has begun to be decorated. Since Emperor Longyuan succeeded to the throne, the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet has been held every year.

Maybe the merciless king wanted to comfort himself with remorse for what he had done in the past, or maybe it was just to show that he was not ungrateful and cold-blooded.

All in all, it's a good day for performing as well as watching a play.

A very low-key carriage slowly drove into the imperial capital. When checking at the gate of the city, someone saw the hand that lifted the curtain of the carriage door and handed out the seal——

Slender, fair, elegant, and more importantly, with a moyu finger.

So the whole empire exploded.

If someone asks who is the one who has entered the dreams of the most spring girls' homes and hurt the most people who have lost their hearts, the good men in the imperial capital will definitely grit their teeth and tell you a surprisingly unanimous answer.

Zhenbei Hou Ye grants clothes to Ye Shuai.

It's that big pig's trotter.

Ye Shiyi's Marquis position was obtained by inheriting his father's title, and the life of the former Marquis Ye was also talked about——

27 years ago, he was made a Marquis due to his meritorious service in suppressing the chaos. The late emperor praised him as the pillar of his country and the living god of war at the celebration banquet.

Maybe it was because of drinking, the first emperor also said something superfluous, he said that with the talent of loving you, the civil and military of the whole dynasty would scramble to marry his good daughter to him.

So the former Yehou begged the first emperor to marry his favorite jewel.

What is shocking is that after making such a shameless request at the celebration banquet, he was not beaten to death with a stick, but he really embraced the beauty.

Three months later, he married the Princess Anyang who was said to be beautiful and magnificent—that is, Ye Shiyi's mother.

This is a good story, 27 years ago, there was no tea house in the world that did not boast about their heroes, beauties, gods and couples.

But it won't blow anytime soon.

Because the predecessor Yehou, scum.

In the next few years, he married fourteen concubines in succession.

Perhaps for this reason, the eldest princess went very early.Probably out of guilt, within a few years, Ye Hou, who looked healthy and healthy, also went, and his life span was not even reached the age of forty.

Ye Shouyi, who was only 13 years old, attacked the noble just like this, and soon went to the battlefield again. He unexpectedly defended the huge Marquis Mansion, the Ye family's place in the court, and also the tomb that symbolized military power. Mo Yu wrenched his finger.

Let me ask which woman has never dreamed of marrying a hero. Even though the former Yehou was a big pig, they are always willing to believe that this young general is not.

I thought about it for more than ten years.

Ye Shuyi was indeed not. When his mother died of depression, he had thought that if he fell in love with someone in the future, he would love only this person wholeheartedly, and he would never change his mind until death.

Not until death.

Even if it is doom.

As soon as the carriage entered the capital, Ye Shiyi felt something was wrong. He glanced sideways at Fu Tingya who was sitting beside him, and asked tentatively, "Tingya... can I go out for a while?"

Hearing this, Fu Tingya rolled his eyelids and looked at him coldly, and didn't answer, but Ye Shouyi somehow felt that he was angry, seeing that the other party didn't want to talk to him, he didn't want to say anything for a while, just to prevent the carriage from being blocked like this On the way, he hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the curtain and walked out, and then he heard the man's sneer from behind him: "You, Ye Hou, make the decision, I am an idle prince with no power, where can I get in the way?" .”

A woman's exclamation came from outside the carriage, and Fu Tingya could imagine the man sitting on the horse with his clothes fluttering without looking at him. There was a bit of murderous intent in his lowered eyes, and he turned from black to long after a while. He took out a silver mask from his sleeve and put it on his face.

The seventh prince, Feng Yi, grew up in the palace. After King Feng opened his mansion, he also lived in seclusion. He used a mask to cover his face when in front of others, so there were always rumors and guesses that he had flaws on his face, which was extremely ugly.

Marriage of two surnames, a treaty.

A good relationship lasts forever, matching the same name.

When Ye Shiyi returned to the carriage, Fu Tingya was no longer there.With his martial arts, it is not difficult to leave quietly. Ye Shiyi closed his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and unconsciously swiped a few times, but he also understood that it was indeed the best choice for Fu Tingya to take the opportunity to leave, because After all, their relationship cannot be known to others.

The white head on the red paper of the marriage contract was a covenant, and the vows were written all over the place. However, to him and Fu Tingya, all of this was just a ridiculous and sad farce after all.

The carriage stopped in front of Zhenbei Hou's Mansion, and he has been waiting in the mansion. Lin Bo, who was promoted to housekeeper after Ye Shouyi took over the title, stood guard at the door early. When he saw Ye Shouyi coming down, his eyes lit up, and his face was full of wrinkles. Can't help smiling.

"Lin Bo..." Ye Shuyi nodded at him.

"Master Hou, you can be considered to be back." Lin Bo was lifted up by Ye Shuyi halfway through his salute: "It doesn't have to be like this," he said.

"I don't leave home all day..."

Overjoyed, Lin Bo looked at Ye Shiyi, who had become more and more serious and mature, and for some reason wiped away his tears quietly.

He grew up watching Ye Shiyi grow up, maybe others didn't notice it, but he knew that after so many years, Ye Shuyi's heart became colder and colder - not so much coldness as loneliness, deep loneliness .

"No problem..." After Ye Shuyi finished speaking, he felt that his tone was too blunt, and said calmly again: "It's the same everywhere."

"Master Hou, alas—" Lin Bo sighed and led the way.

Ye Shuyi had just walked into the room, and before he had time to sit down, a servant came in hurriedly: "Master Hou! There is an order from the palace, ordering you to enter the palace immediately—"

Ye Shuyi stopped Lin Bo from making tea, and said to the servant who reported the message: "I already know, you can go down."

Covered in dust and dust, Ye Shuyi thought as soon as he left the Shura field, the man in the palace was really worried about himself all the time.

"My minister Ye Shouyi sees Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty." Ye Shouyi knelt down and counted to fifteen silently in his heart, only then did he hear the response from the king who seemed to be standing in front of the imperial case practicing calligraphy.

"Qing is here." Emperor Longyuan finally raised his eyes and threw the brush in his hand: "Get up, the ground is cold."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Longyuan waited for a while, and saw Ye Shouyi standing on the spot with his sleeves and hands bowed, with a respectful expression, not a bit angry, and a little satisfied.

So she said tenderly: "Sometimes when I look at you, I feel that time flies, and I never wait for anyone."

"When I ascended the throne, you were still a teenager. In a blink of an eye..."

"Your Majesty is at the peak of spring and autumn." Ye Shuyi's response was quite satisfactory, but Emperor Longyuan did not lose interest after hearing this, and continued: "I have worked hard for you in Beisai for so many years."

"That's the duty of a minister, so why bother?"

Ye Shuyi's eyes glanced at the white hair at the temples of Emperor Longyuan, and he sighed slightly in his heart, this cruel and iron-blooded emperor is also old after all.

There was a question and answer between the monarch and his ministers, and the atmosphere was harmonious. The sun slanted an inch, and Emperor Longyuan finally showed a tired look. He waved his hand and said, "Sooner or later, these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains will be handed over to you..."

"You go."

Ye Shouyi took advantage of the situation and said: "The minister will leave."

A cloud came to cover the sun, and the light in the royal study suddenly dimmed. Ye Shiyi was about to bow and retreat, but he heard the emperor behind him say again: "The riding skills of Shiyi have become more and more outstanding in recent years... It only took three days to get from Beisai to Qinzhou City - you are worthy of being my general."

With the autumn wind blowing, thin sweat drenched his back, Ye Shuyi's heart felt cold, he stopped and turned around, saying: "Chen..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone. The door of the imperial study was pushed open, and the waiter who was guarding outside heard the anxious voice: "Your Highness—let us make an announcement first!"

Ye Shiyi subconsciously turned his head back, but Fu Tingya passed him shoulder to shoulder as if he hadn't seen it, and went straight to meet Emperor Longyuan, saluted and smiled: "Brother Wan'an."

"Exemption..." Emperor Longyuan stared at him for a moment, but in the end he didn't make things difficult for him, he just laughed and scolded like an ordinary brother: "Why are you in such a hurry, there is no courtesy?"

"Chendi grew up under the emperor's brother's knees since he was a child. I don't want the emperor's brother to think too hard—"

Ye Shiyi froze in place, but he couldn't hear what Fu Tingya and Emperor Longyuan said at all. A little warmth spread from his heart, and it was like a prairie fire in an instant, so hot that he didn't even dare to think about it. I am passionate about myself.

"That's all, that's all, Shiyi happens to be here too, it's rare for you to see each other, so I won't keep you two..."

"Thank you, Brother Huang, for your compassion."

After leaving the imperial study, Fu Tingya walked away without saying a word, Ye Shuyi followed closely behind him, the flowers and trees were deep, and there were few people. Ye Shuyi followed him and turned into a wooden corridor, just about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Fu Tingya in front of him also suddenly stopped and turned around at the same time. Ye Shuyi was a little distracted, and he was always unprepared in front of Fu Tingya. The corner of Ting Ya's lips hurt so much that he took a cold breath.

Ye Shuyi retreated subconsciously, but Fu Tingya grabbed his wrist and pressed it on top of his head. Seeing Ye Shuyi's dazed expression as he was pressed against the pillar by himself, Fu Tingya licked away the trace of bite from the corner of his lips. Bloodstained, with a gloomy face: "Did you leave the army and enter the customs without authorization that day, and came to Jingyu Building?"

Seeing that Ye Shouyi didn't answer, Fu Tingya looked angrier: "You're already thirty! Can you think about it before doing things—don't always be sentimental, I don't need you..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, because the old man who was always cold and serious raised his head and bit his earlobe, his teeth were slightly closed and rubbed together gently, Ye Shiyi's voice was soft but firm: "Ting Ya , you are worried about me."

"I just don't want you to die for such a ridiculous reason." Fu Tingya let go of Ye Shiyi's hand all of a sudden, turned his face away and said stiffly.

A smile flashed across Ye Shuyi's eyes, just as he was about to continue to say something, his voice suddenly became cold: "Come out!"

Fu Tingya's fingertips flashed with silver light, and a bead shot out quickly, hitting a flowering tree not far away, and the flowers and leaves immediately fell one after another. Unexpectedly, a child's aggrieved voice came from above. Crying: "You——why are you so fierce! Woooo—"

Ye Shuyi and Fu Tingya looked at each other, walked over and saw a child who looked to be only four or five years old on the tree, with luxurious clothes.

At this moment, his face was muddy and stained with tears, and he was clinging to the branches like a monkey.

"A child of this size in the palace..." Fu Tingya said, looking at Ye Shouyi, and motioned with his mouth: "Little prince."

Ye Shouyi nodded. Today, the heirs are few and far between. Four years ago, the empress hurriedly established the crown prince as soon as she came out. She was really in a hurry.

He stood under the tree, looked up at the child, stretched out his hand and said, "Come down..."

After finishing speaking, Ye Shouyi paused, as if he felt that his tone was too aggressive, and added: "I'll follow you."

The author has something to say: The straight man Ye Shiyi spoke: "I'm going out to coax my wife fans, is it okay?"

Fu Tingya: "..."

I'm jealous but I hold back.

Oh, so sour.

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I'm jealous but I hold back.

Oh, so sour.