After usurping the throne, he died

??It rained heavily tonight, just like the day of the palace change, it washed the imperial city clean.

??Mu Xiang stood in front of the window, looking at the flowers outside which were extremely wilted by the rain, and remained silent.

??The night is dark, only the candle is burning alone, and the coolness penetrates along the skin and penetrates into the bone.

?? "Your Majesty, it's time to rest." Shang Xi advised respectfully.

??Mu Xiang nodded, and returned to the front, the maid lowered her eyes to help him take off his clothes, and then stepped back in a proper manner.

?? He suddenly called out: "Shang Xi."

??Shang Xi was taken aback: "The servant is here."

??Mu Xiang: "Gu Ruo remembers correctly, you are twenty-three this year?"

??Shang Xi: "...exactly."

??Mu Xiang pointed out something: "If it is an ordinary man, I am afraid that he would have a wife and concubines around him, and he would have both children."

??Shang Xi has a good face, a handsome appearance. If he was born in a better family, he might be a gentle and gentle young man.

"..." Shang Xi didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Mu Xiang's gourd, so he had to answer carefully, "Before I met His Majesty, this servant also yearned for it, but now being able to serve His Majesty is the greatest blessing of this servant. "

??Mu Xiang was lying sideways on the bed, and Monk Xi was separated by a thin screen: "Do you really think it is a blessing to serve me?"

?? "Your Majesty is merciful, it is a slave's blessing to be able to serve by your side..."

?? There was a strange flash in Mu Xiang's eyes. He didn't expect that the first person to call him lenient would be a slave.

??Shang Xi paused, and said again: "Besides, if there is no His Majesty, I am afraid that the servant will not know which sewer to live in."

?? Don't look at Shang Xi's humble appearance now, but Mu Xiang knows in his heart that they are actually the same kind of people.

??When we met for the first time, Shang Xi was not the personal eunuch next to Mu Huaihe, but just a nobody, anyone could step on his face.

??It happened that day that he was bullied behind a rockery, and Mu Xianglue rescued him with a trick.

?? The reason why he was saved was not because he was pitiful, but because of the silence and cruelty hidden in his brows and eyes when he was humiliated.

??Later, the two had little communication, but Mu Xiang often heard rumors that the chief eunuch at that time had adopted a godson, whom he loved so much that he named him Shang Xi after his own surname.

??Later, when Mu Xiang was already planning to move the court, he heard that the former chief eunuch had passed away. His son, Shang Xi, was trusted by the emperor and was successfully promoted to be the new chief eunuch.

??The next thing is a matter of course. Even though the late emperor Mu Huaihe was kind to Shang Xi, he still mercilessly gave the late emperor two months of chronic poison for Mu Xiang's life-saving grace.

?? "How did you get into the palace?"

?? "The servant's family is poor, his father died young, his mother was seriously ill, and his younger brother was only six years old..."

?? It is a last resort.

??Who doesn't want to have a root like a normal man, marry a wife and have children like an ordinary family, continue the incense for the family, and grow old with children and grandchildren?

?? People like him are destined to be born.

?? If Shang Xi hadn't been cruel enough, he might not have survived in this man-eating imperial city.

??No one will treat an eunuch as a real person. To those high-ranking masters, they are just a group of ants on the ground. The next one is on top.

??Mu Xiang didn't ask Shang Xi how his mother is doing now, but suddenly changed the subject: "Do you feel lonely in this palace by yourself?"

?? "The servant is with His Majesty, that is..."

??Mu Xiang interrupted him: "Don't say these stereotypes. I'll just ask you, do you want to find someone for company?"

??Shang Xi couldn't figure out what the new emperor was planning. He quickly knelt down on the ground: "I don't dare to have such delusional thoughts!"

??Mu Xiang was speechless, and said for a while, "Turn off the lights."

"Here..."

?? Mu Xiang was lying on the bed. Even in summer, there was still a thick quilt under him, which was very soft.

?? This night was extremely difficult to sleep, perhaps because I was used to the collapse of Weiyang Palace, and I found it difficult to fall asleep when I returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

?? Or there is no other person's clear and shallow breathing in the room, so my heart is extraordinarily empty.

??The next morning after the court ceremony, Mu Xiang rushed to Weiyang Palace at a very fast pace.

?? On the road, there was a line of passing palace ladies, who knelt down and saluted Mu Xiang: "I have seen Your Majesty—"

??Mu Xiang casually nodded, walked past without looking back, but said to Shang Xi who was behind him: "If one day you want to be with someone, you can tell Yu Gu."

??Shang Xi was slightly taken aback, surprised that his withdrawn and stern master would consider such a trivial matter for him.

??Mu Xiang stopped in front of Weiyang Palace, staring at the wide open palace gate.

?? He said after a while: "Maybe one day in the future, when you are tired of this life in the palace, I can arrange for you to leave."

??Shang Xi was completely stunned, and knelt down with a little fear: "The slave is willing to serve His Majesty for the rest of his life, and he has no other intentions."

??Shang Xi misunderstood what Mu Xiang meant, and Mu Xiang didn't bother to explain. He asked Shang Xi to wait outside the hall, and walked towards the main hall by himself.

??Shi He was sitting in front of the book case, holding a yellow book in his hand and looking down. When he saw Mu Xiang coming, he just nodded lightly: "Your Highness."

??Mu Xiang has always had a prying heart on everything about Shi He. He wanted to see what book Shi He was reading, but Shi He suddenly covered it and put it back on the bookshelf.

??Shi He asked: "Your Highness is here to practice calligraphy?"

??Mu Xiang hummed awkwardly: "How to practice?"

"..." Shi He glanced at Mu Xiang's flimsy clothes, "It's been cold these days, Your Highness might as well wear more."

?? "... Got it." Today Mu Xiang is very easy to talk.

??Shi He took out a stack of rice paper: "Your Highness doesn't bring anyone with you, so you have to study ink yourself."

??Mu Xiang: "..."

??Shi He was probably the first person who made it so that the emperor could study ink himself.

?? But he still took out the inkstone, spooned some water on it, and picked up the ink stick to start grinding.

??Shi He took the book beside him and patted his hand: "There is too much water."

??Mu Xiang: "..."

?? The ink grinding alone has been criticized by Shi He countless times. Sometimes it is uneven force, sometimes the posture is not correct enough, or the force of grinding is too fast or too slow...

??While he was studying ink, Shi He wrote the word "Mu Xiang" on the rice paper with ink. The font was neat and sharp, with a sense of sharpness out of dust.

?? "Your Highness's task today is to write your own name." Shi He gave a sample and switched positions with Mu Xiang.

?? Mu Xiang wanted to say something, but when he saw Shi He grinding ink for himself, he subconsciously stopped talking.

?? He absently wrote a stroke, and glanced at Shi He who was beside him from time to time. He was so close that he could smell the faint scent of flowers on his body, which seemed to be the fragrance of gardenia.

?? "The national teacher visited the back mountain today?"

??Shi He hummed, and patted Mu Xiang's hand with the book again: "Be careful."

??Where did Mu Xiang use his heart? All his thoughts were put on Shi He who was at the side, but he didn't dare to go too far, for fear of breaking the rare tranquility.

??The desk is facing the window sill, and outside are gardenia trees that have not yet bloomed. The flower buds have a faint fragrance, which floats into Mu Xiang's nose along with the cool morning wind after the rain.

??Shi He glanced at him, said nothing, lowered his eyes and continued to study ink.

??Studying ink is also a delicate matter. Shi He's sleeves are slightly rolled up, and his movements are as calm and unhurried as his expression, neither rushing nor rushing.

??Mu Xiang wandered off while writing, because all he was thinking about was Shi He, so just after writing the word "Mu", the next character could not help but write "Shi".

??It wasn't until he saw Guru He's inexplicable eyes that he reacted. He felt a little irritable and had some inexplicable itch: "I was just distracted."

??Shi He put down the ink stick and walked to Mu Xiang's side: "Your Highness is restless, you can't practice calligraphy well."

??Before Mu Xiang could react, his right hand was suddenly gently grasped.

??When he realized that the person holding him was Shi He, his whole body seemed to be rigid and motionless.

?? Shi He's voice rang in his ears: "Yesterday, I didn't protect Jiangcheng, but now that Xiangguo is suffering from severe aggression and the army is weak. The Jiang family holds half of Xiangguo's granaries, and there are still two projects that have not been completed. It cannot happen at this time.”

Mu Xiang didn't hear what Shi He said at all, his brain seemed to be in chaos, his face froze, and the covered back of his hand was faintly hot, the temperature was burning from his fingertips to his heart.

"Your Highness, relax." Shi He patted the back of Mu Xiang's hand again, but this time with his hand.

??Mu Xiang suddenly came to his senses, relaxed himself as much as possible, and followed Shi He's strength to write his name stroke by stroke.

?? Shi Hedan said: "No matter what the gap between His Highness and the Crown Prince, but now that His Highness is the emperor, he should put the people first."

?? Mu Xiang paused: "I understand."

??Prime Minister Song Jin asked him to promise not to move the Jiang family, mostly because of this.

??Shi He and Song Jin are not people who will wholeheartedly support anyone. Everything they do or say is based on the consideration of Xiangguo and the people.

?? Mu Xiang understands this, so no matter how uncomfortable he feels, he can't blame Shi He a single word.

??Mu Xiang could feel the body temperature of Shi He who was close at hand, so he moved his body unnaturally, pretending to accidentally bump into Shi He, enjoying the touch of body temperature during those two seconds.

?? At this moment, he didn't think about why he wanted to be closer to Shi He, nor why he was so greedy for his temperature, but just followed his heart and did what he liked.

??Shi He held Mu Xiang's hand and led him to finish writing the word "Mu Xiang": "Your Highness, this word needs to be strengthened. If you want to write more beautifully, you need to practice more."

?? The distance between them suddenly widened, Mu Xiang paused his pen, feeling empty in his heart.

?? He only stayed here for one morning before going back. There are still many papers to be approved in the imperial study. Before leaving, he hesitated and asked: "These two words written by the national teacher..."

?? "Your Highness can take it away."

??Shi He picked up a pot of freshly planted gardenia branches from the room, and handed it to Mu Xiang: "Your Highness, you can take it home if you like, and you can feed it by watering it, and you can also meditate."

"..." Mu Xiang didn't know which tendon was wrong, looked at the pot of gardenias in his hand, and said abruptly, "If a folk man gives a woman a gardenia, it means that he wants to spend his whole life. Watch her."

??Shi He: "..."